It'll Grow Back

Pink Kookie

⚤   pairing — reader + Jeon Jungkook (bts)

✎ word count — 3.5k

✦ genre — smut

✗ warnings  — gratuitous sex, pwp

[A/N] this just wouldn’t get out of my head since I caught up with bon voyage and i couldnt function without writing it so here u go hope u enjoy suffering as i have suffered i hate jungkook and i hate @over-kooked (by which I mean I love them w my whole entire heart n soul uwu)

It’s late when you arrive at the rental house in Malta. You expect everyone to be asleep, but your boyfriend had been eagerly anticipating your arrival and his excitement had kept most of the others awake well into the night.

You’re greeted by the sound of music playing, the smell of dinner still lingering from the kitchen and the welcoming arms of your overexcited boyfriend. He holds you so tight you think maybe he’ll break you, but you hug him back just as tight, hoping he never lets go.

He insists that you eat with him first and foremost, having saved his dinner to enjoy with you and you’re grateful as he leads you by the hand into the kitchen and puts a reheated plate in front of you. Jungkook tells you about their stay so far, all the sights they’ve seen and the adventures they’d gone on already that day. He tells you that you HAVE to see the view at sunset, and promises to take you to a very special spot. He wants to take your picture there, he says, and you smile brightly at him because of course Jungkook would prioritize taking your picture in the sunset instead of the actual sunset.

You don’t mention it until the others are leaving your company and heading off to their rooms for the night, but when you’re alone you tell Jungkook that they look ridiculous in their matching pajamas.

“Ridiculously cute.” He counters after wrinkling his nose in mock disgust at your comment.

“The pink clashes with your hair.” You tell him, but what you don’t say is that the thin material of his Cooky pj’s really make the muscles in his chest and his back stand out, and from the moment you laid eyes on him you had this deep, overwhelming urge to be held.

“You’re such a bad liar.” He chuckles at you, “I know you think I’m the cutest.”

“True,” You admit, “But you still look ridiculous.”

His only response is to send you a wink and a kiss across the table and you want to roll your eyes, but your cheeks are flushed and your heart is fluttering. He knows the effect he has on you and he’s always using it against you.

It had been a while since you were able to sit down and enjoy a meal together, his hectic schedule had dipped into your alone time lately. You were thankful he invited you, even if you had to miss the first couple of days before you were able to fly out to join him. Something simple like sitting down and enjoying a meal together was a rare occurrence, and one neither of you took for granted.

It was pushing 3am when you finished eating and Jungkook pushed away from the table, stretching his arms up over his head and groaning.

“We did so much walking today.” He mumbles to you, “I’m already so stiff.”

“I can rub your legs for you.” You say, and he smiles at you, standing up immediately at your offer and walking around to extend his hand to you. You take it and stand up, and he pulls you briefly into an embrace, his lips pressing to the corner of your mouth tenderly.

“Guess what.” He whispers, pulling back and meeting your eyes, his puffy with sleep and his lips curling into a soft smile.

“What?”

“We have our own room.” Jungkook replies, his voice lilting as he grins down at you excitedly.

“We do?” You ask, just as excited as your boyfriend. “You mean, all to ourselves?”

“We played a game for it and I thought for sure at least Jimin hyung would try to get the second room, but nobody claimed it but me.” He explains briefly, once again tugging you by the hand and leading you this time to the middle bedroom. He flings open the door dramatically, “Tadah!” he says as he gestures with both hands to the empty room, a big bed littered with his things in the center.

“Wow!” You exclaim, “The bed’s big!”

“And it’s all ours.” He boasts, rushing in ahead of you and belly flopping onto the mattress.

You cover your mouth to stifle your giggles, knowing the others are asleep (or getting there) and you turn to shut and lock the door. Jungkook gets out of bed and puts his things away, telling you there’s a private bathroom in your room and if you wanted to, you could take a bath together.

“Hmm, that sounds nice.” You smile, “But I just got off the plane, I think I should have a quick shower and then just go to bed, I’m so tired.”

“Sure, baby.” He embraces you briefly again and kisses the top of your head, before he turns to get back in the bed, patting your butt before you walk off to the bathroom.

You feel exhausted but the shower succeeds in soothing your aching neck and back from the long hours on the plane. You wash up quickly, brush your teeth, and when you return to the bedroom Jungkook is sprawled out under the blanket, a packet of snacks in his lap and one arm tucked behind his head as he listens quietly to the music playing from the phone on his chest.

“Still want me to rub your legs?” You ask him and he smiles and nods at you.

He kicks the blanket off his feet as you move to come sit beside him, and he’s giggling because it just clicked that you’re wearing matching pajamas.

“I thought you said these are ridiculous?” He teases you, lifting one leg so you can sit down and then putting it across your lap.

“No,” You scoff, “I said YOU look ridiculous, the four of you all dancing around in your matching pj’s, and YOU especially, with your pink hair.”

“Well they look really cute on you.” He says, groaning briefly as your fingers begin to knead into the stiff muscle of his calf.

“I know.” You smile at him.

You both grow quiet after he laughs at you for that, save for the soft sounds of relief that he makes as you work over his leg muscles. His thighs are tense, too, so you rub up from his calf and linger on the thickest part of his thigh for a little bit. He’s making the nicest sounds as you do, groaning and encouraging you with hisses of breath and then hurried whispers of, “Ah~ there, right there..”

You’re so focused on making him feel good, on watching your fingers work out the stiffness in his legs or his expression when he makes a particularly nice sound, that you don’t realize for quite a long while that anytime you glance up to see his expression, you don’t look to your left at his face. Instead, you’re looking in front of you at the tall mirror that’s sitting directly across from the bed.

It seems Jungkook notices around the same time you do, following your line of vision until your eyes meet through the mirror, and he asks with a smile, “Can you see me?”

“Yes.” You reply.

“I like that mirror.” He states, pointing to it briefly. “When I first got here I thought, it was a little bit awkwardly placed. But now…I’m thinking…”

He trails off and your cheeks burn at the implication of his words, but honestly once you realized you had been glancing at the mirror the whole time you rubbed his legs, you were thinking the exact same thing.

Jungkook sits upright in bed and reaches for you, drawing you up to his body like a rag doll and laying back down with you against his chest. He’s warm and firm under you and you shift your position a little as he tilts his head to kiss you, your hands resting on his broad chest.

He kisses you slow and deliberate, his lips firm and demanding when he goes to deepen it. He hums against you when he feels your tongue respond to his, and one of his hands settles on your lower back, parting his legs and pressing you into him a little harder. Jungkook wants you to feel him growing hard, you know, so you shift your hips, rubbing into him a little bit and you smile into the kiss when his cock pulses to life under the slightest bit of friction.

He groans when you move to straddle him, sitting up straight and breaking the kiss. He licks the his lips, his eyes hooded as he watches you above him, hands planted firmly on his chest, and then he glances to his left. You follow his line of vision and find yourself seeing a new angle of yourself and your boyfriend. From this position, you can see from his chest down to the top of his thighs, and yourself from the side, straddling his lap. The mirror was tall enough you could see all of yourself from where you sat, but the most important part was where your eyes locked - right under your ass and the firm chest under your hands.

Jungkook grips your hips, flexing his fingers briefly before he tugs you down hard into his groin, lifting his hips, grinding up against you hard but slow. You moan softly, and he does it again. And again.

“Fuck,” He hisses. “Your ass.”

You giggle, finding it amusing that he was watching your ass as you moved down against him, matching his pulsating movements. You turn back to face him in front of you, amused, and lean down to kiss his lips briefly again. Then you push away from him, standing off to the side of the bed and looking down at him.

Jungkook really does look ridiculous is those pink pajamas, with his bulging muscles clearly visible through the thin fabric and his vibrant hair. He’s biting his lip so hard you wonder if it hurts, and you lean down to kiss his lips softly to melt his tension away, your hand moving to slip into the front of his pj pants. He’s already mostly hard when you pull his cock free, and you tug the waistband of his pants down a little farther so you can reach him without barrier.

The thick erection pulses in your grip, the head throbbing with the beat of his heart and Jungkook holds his breath, waiting for what you’re going to do next. He whispers your name softly when you just stand there, holding it in your hand and admiring the way it throbs and grows even harder in your grip, drawing your attention to his eyes.

“Take this off,” You tell him, using your other hand to briefly tug on the material of his pajama top and he does so without hesitation, lifting it over his head and flingint it across the room as if the mere existence of the thing offended him personally. When he lays back down you move to get back on the bed between his spread legs, and you wrap your fingers around the length of his cock again, glancing briefly to your right to see that, across the side of the bed, you could very plainly see yourself, mouth hovering inches above his erection.

“Please.” He whispers to you, and he sounds so sweet and like he needs it so bad that you don’t bother wasting anymore time enveloping in your mouth. You do shift your legs around a little, moving to his side instead of sitting between his legs, so you can see yourself in the mirror as you bob your head slowly up and down, coating his length in saliva. Each passage of your mouth up and down makes him whimper ever so slightly, and you know he’s trying to be quiet because the others are asleep in the house.

So you suck harder, faster, your eyes meeting his own in the mirror and he groans softly at first, but then a little louder.

“Fuck!” Jungkook hisses, “Aish, you drive me crazy,” He groans, his head tilting back on the pillows and baring his neck. You wrap your hand around his length and kiss up his stomach, over his chest, and latch onto his neck. He moans, the sound rumbling from his chest and vibrating your mouth on his throat, and you lick and suck at him there briefly, not wanting to give him a mark but unable to resist the length of his neck when he bares it like that.

“Keep sucking,” He tells you desperately, “I want to watch.”

It’s not like you could ever truly tell him no, so you move from his throat back down, kissing your way down, until your lips wrap around the tip of his cock again obediently. Jungkook tangles his fingers in your hair and watches you suck him off with his lips parted and his eyes wide, not wanting to miss a second. The new angle he’s seeing you from is intoxicating and before long, his breath is coming out ragged and his chest is rising and falling rapidly.

The sight in front of your is much different than what you’re used to. If you’re not focused on pleasing him and keeping your eyes shut when you blow him, normally you’re looking up at Jungkook’s face and typically, his head is thrown back or he’s staring intently down at you as he pants and begs you to keep going. But this is wholly different for both of you, watching your reflection in the mirror gives you both a new perspective and it’s exciting and somehow makes you feel powerful.

As you focus sucking the tip of him, swallowing the taste of precum from your tongue, Jungkook thinks to himself that, surely, he’s never felt anything better in his entire life. Surely, he thinks that he’s never gotten better head. His face and his chest are flushed an appealing shade of red that clashes with his dyed hair and the pink of his pajama bottoms, and you can’t help but to grin up at him as you pull him from your mouth, stroking him steadily with your hand and tapping the tip of his cock against your lower lip teasingly. 

“Does it feel so good, baby?” You coo up at him.

“God, yes,” He breathes. “Do you want me to cum like this? Because otherwise you need to come up here and sit on it, baby.”

Giggling, you pull away from him only to flop onto your back and kick off your pj’s quickly, then you climb up his body and straddle him, sitting on his lower belly, avoiding his erection at first. You kiss him, letting him taste the faint salty flavor of himself on your tongue, which makes him moan into your mouth. His hands are impatient, trying to grip your hips and guide you onto his cock but you resist for a moment, focusing on the kiss instead. Before you can thoroughly indulge yourself in his mouth and his tongue, Jungkook’s hand is between your thighs, stroking two fingers up and down your slit, feeling how wet sucking him off made you.

You moan out loud at the feel of his fingers right where you wanted them most, and Jungkook pulls back from your kiss and hisses, “Sshh! They’re sleeping.”

“Sorry,” You mumble, blushing slightly. “That feels good.”

“I know it does.” He chuckles at you, “Do you want more?”

You nod, and he presses his fingers just right, rubbing against your swollen clit. You moan his name softly, leaning down and whispering it against his lips and he kisses you again, nice and slow as he works your pussy with sure fingers. Jungkook holds you still above him with one hand as his other is busy pleasing you, keeping you in place until he’s fingered you open enough to take his cock, then he shoves your hips and forces you into position over him, straightening you with a push so you’re straddling him.

“Put it in you.” He tells you in a hurried whisper.

You reach under you and grip his cock, lining him up underneath you, then you sit down, impaling yourself on him. Jungkook is watching himself disappear into you before he groans and glances back over to his left at the mirror, watching the subtle way your hips shift back and forth as you take more of him inside. He mutters a curse under his breath and grips your hips tight, making you move right away, unable to wait any longer.

Despite being on top, you’re definitely not in control as Jungkook holds your waist and keeps you still, fucking up into you and setting the pace for you. Even though the view from above Jungkook as you plant your hands firm on his chest to keep balance is breathtaking, you can’t help but to look to your right at the mirror for a different perspective.

Your eyes focus on Jungkook’s hips, rutting up quick and insistent to fuck up into you, the muscles in his abdomen bunched and tight. His hands were holding you tight in order to ensure that he was in charge of the situation, despite you being on top. All you could do was double over a little to keep your balance, hands perched on his chest.

Jungkook grunts and his hips stutter briefly before he slows to a stop, pulling you down hard against him so that he’s so deep in you, you ache briefly.

“Jungkook,” You moan softly. He pushes your hands away from his chest and tugs you down to kiss him, mouth moving quick and insistent, like he’s trying to devour you and you melt into him, letting him take what he wants from you.

“Sit up,” He tells you in a hurry, pushing you away again with an eagerness that you match happily, “Lay down.” Jungkook pushes and pulls until he has you draped over the side of the bed, and briefly you’re a little bummed out because you can’t see the mirror across the side of the bed anymore, as it’s behind you, but Jungkook pushes himself inside of you and your head falls back in bliss and you realize, you can still see the mirror like this, if you let your head hang over the side of the bed.

“You’re so beautiful.” Jungkook murmurs sweetly, kissing the length of your exposed throat as you watch his mouth glide over your skin from the mirror, head clouding with desire.

Jungkook can never kiss your neck without biting down just a little too hard, and with his cock throbbing and buried balls deep in you, you can’t help but to cry out at the pain from his teeth and he soothes it with his tongue, eyes lifting to meet your own in the mirror.

“Ssh.” He tells you again and you nod silently as he pulls away, sitting up on his knees and lifting your ass off of the mattress, settling you partly in his lap before he starts to move in you again.

It’s intoxicating, to watch yourself get fucked like this. You don’t know how you manage to take it without crying out for him again but you do. He’s fucking you so hard and he needs to stop and reposition because the bed is squeaking in an obvious sort of way. He shuffles the two of you a little, so you’re a little bit more to the side but it gives you a really good view of his cock disapearing into your wet cunt over and over again when he lowers your left leg.

“I’m close, Kookie.” You gasp, fingers digging into his forearms and he fucks you harder in response. The bed starts to squeak again and he doesn’t stop, so you lift your head in shock and stare up at him with wide eyes. 

“Jungkook!” You scold quietly, “Ssh!”

“Cum.” He hisses as you through clenched teeth, not stopping or adjusting his position or speed so the bed would stop making so much noise. He‘s not playing games and he’s not going to stop, you realize this when his fingers find your sensitive clit and he rubs it in determined circles, so you let your head fall back and you watch in the mirror as he takes you. It doesn’t take you long and the second Jungkook feels your cunt spasm around him, he buries himself inside of you as deep as he can get and he cums with you, groaning in relief and panting as if he’d been drowning and was taking his first breath of air.

The sound of the bed squeaking slows and then stops, but not half a second afterwards do you hear a banging on the wall behind the headboard of the bed. Both of you glance at the wall, sweating and eyes wide as you hear Namjoon’s muffled voice carry from the room on the other side, “Give it a rest, you two! Go to sleep!”

impulse

✩‌ haechan x reader | smut | fluff | 1.5k

SUMMARY | saying i love you for the first time during the heat of the moment doesn’t really count… right? // for @renhyucks​ first time collab! WARNINGS | smut, hickeys, car s*x, oral s*x (m receiving), swearing, light dirty talk RATING | mature PROMPT | the first time he says “i love you” TAGLIST | @infnteen​

It’s been twenty-three minutes—twenty-three beautiful, blissful minutes and counting since you and Donghyuck have been making out, tangling harmoniously in the backseat of his car after your dinner date.

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Ooh for the drabble requests: “How is my wife more badass than me?” “Welcome to fatherhood” or something like those? I found them on a random drabble list lol. With Tae please? Thank you!! 💜💜

A/N: while writing this with tae, i felt like the character i developed better suited jungkook so i ended up writing it with him instead. also i just did a drabble for tae as well, and i still managed to tie in both of your requests sooo i hope you don’t mind the change! 

drabble #3: fighting evil by moonlight, kicking ass at all times.

“Oh no. Oh no no no no no, this is not good, shit shit shit-“

“Baby,” Jungkook whispers urgently, “you’re either gonna give us away, or end up accidentally teaching Sunwoo another swear word if you don’t lower your voice.” His eyes flicker around quickly while his ears strain to pick up on any noises. He was really starting to regret buying a newer house when you two got married 2 years ago and almost wishes there were more creaky floorboards; he can’t hear a damn thing. All he can hear is the quiet rustle of tree branches brushing up against the side of the house from the slight breeze and not the damn hitmen snooping around the first floor of their home.

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lee haechan’s pride

‎‎━━━━ ‎ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ‎ ━━━━

a mafia au / enemies to lovers au

pairing | lee donghyuck (haechan) x reader

genre | crack, angst

words | 11.9k

warnings | swearing, descriptive injuries, murder, blood. read with caution.

author’s note | this is the first part of the seven deadly sins series, where each member has their own individual story (& sin) which takes place in the same ‘universe’, per say. read more about the other members’ sins in the link above ! 

lee haechan’s pride is by far his most vexing trait. he makes it his underlying mission to appear superior through any means possible, and the worse part is that he earned it.

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They say a cat has 9 lives. 

Lee Haechan isn’t exactly a cat but he certainly does live as though there are 8 more lives to spare. As reckless and self-absorbed as he is, he manages to have an unparalleled record in his area of expertise, a remarkable skill in the art of manipulation and deceit that meant he was one of the gang’s most prized possessions. He worked alone and took pride in independence, each victory was exclusively his and the distinct lack of failures only fuelled his already thunderous ego even further. He worked alone, until he was forced to work with… you.

“Hyuck, this is Y/n. From now on you’ll work as a team for missions.” Mark Lee coughs through the awkward, visibly tense atmosphere and gets up from the chair with a restless hand running through his raven coloured hair. “I’ll leave you two so you can get to know each other a little better.”

It’s hard to ignore Haechan’s fierce gaze that almost burns holes into his leader’s back, how his teeth are gritted as if he’s one to ever hold back from speaking his mind, hands shrinking into fists tight enough to leave crescent shaped scars printed in the skin of his palm, and you swear he hasn’t even set his eyes on you once since Mark called you two in. 

“Are you fucking kidding me, Mark?” The rage in his tone travels out of the room and across the hallways, intriguing enough to gather curious looks from some of his teammates, who poke their heads out of the doors to see what the fuss is all about. Mark just sighs - he knew this wasn’t gonna sit well with him. “Tell me you’re joking. It’s one of those times where you’re mad and all like ‘hey, I’m the leader and I have the power around here, you do as I say’, isn’t it? You know that shit doesn’t work on me.”

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ೃ⁀➷ i hope nobody catch us, but i kinda hope they catch us.

- ,, neteyam x fem reader

- ,, you and neteyam get caught making out?

- ,, warnings - SUGGESTIVE! adults watch out this is a teenager ur reading abt. minors be careful yo, making out, neteyam is like deadass whipped for u.., can u guys tell i love when character is whiny and so inlove atp??

-‘๑’- les - childish gambino

Your friendship with Neteyam is not exactly.. per say, a friendship. Its what you would technically call it, since you both gave it no other said title. But we all know you guys aren’t just friends, lo’ak knows, kiri knows, spider knows, jake and neytiri know, hell, even tuk knows. Everyone acts oblivious as it is.

There are times where you wonder what your relationship really is, anything but “just friends” comes to mind, some specific memories take you back and give you scary realizations.

For instance, that one time when the whole crew was hanging out together in the forest, our designated hangout spot, you showed up a little after everyone else because you had errands to run, and Neteyam had saved a spot just for you.

“hey guys”

“y/nnnnnnnn” tuk smiles at you and runs towards you with her arms outstretched, signifying her desire to be picked up and spun by you, you do just that and laugh with her. “What’s little girl doing here with the big kids” you question teasingly, knowing Tuk dislikes being called a little girl.

“y/n, finally bro , i almost thought you ditched us” lo’ak says dramatically and spider and kiri laugh, you walk to the group with Tuk in your arms as you slap the back of lo’ak’s head, Tuk jumping out of your arms to go lay in Kiri’s lap.

You look at neteyam, he hasn’t taken his eyes off you since the moment you came into their vision, he’s leaning against a tree, sitting with his legs spread quite a bit, manspreading was a trait neteyam got from his father, and it was so hot.

He pats the space between his legs, and you happily oblige. “hi” you whisper when you look up at neteyam, his chin resting on your head, his arms encircling your figure, thumb rubbing sweet circles on your thigh. “hi sweetheart” he flashes you his infamous smile.

Or that one time when you went hunting for rabbits with him in the forest, you just couldn’t set your aim right, it was getting so frustrating you almost cried. But hey, you have neteyam with you, don’t worry!

He helps you fix your posture, his chest pressing up against your back, he’s so close you can feel his breath on your cheek, his deep voice rumbling in your ear that tells you to focus makes you do quite the opposite. How could you possibly focus when he’s this close to you? Your insides are exploding with butterflies, your lower belly warm and your lip almost draws blood from how hard you’ve bitten it.

Somehow you end up hitting a rabbit with your arrow without even realizing and only realize the situation when you hear neteyam’s laugh and him congratulating you. “you got it y/n!!” (mf that was all you)

This man really has no idea of the effects he has on you does he?

You don’t have to think hard of moments like these with neteyam, they rush through your mind like a film reel. Countless.

No one really thought much of it when they saw you and neteyam having moments like these. No one questioned when he called you sweetheart, or his love, or beautiful, or some sort of nickname on a daily basis, not even you. All waiting for that one particular moment where you both realize its love and make it official.

Which seems so likely to happen today, the tension is thick through the roof with everything that just happened.

You’re patching him up because of course he just got into a fight with some dingus because lo’ak can’t handle a fight alone for shit.

“y/n, gentle please” neteyam lets out a low hiss as you dab a piece of cloth on the cut that bleeds on his jaw.

You’re angry with him, he knows that. And god, he’s angry with himself too, but what’s he gonna do if his baby won’t talk to him?

He doesn’t know what to say, anything to ease the tension, so he decides to go with

“are you upset?” he looks at you with soft eyes

you move his face around to find any other cuts to deal with, his chin between your fingers “so upset, you don’t even know” you hold back a grin at his quiet voice.

“im sorry y/n, lo’ak would get his ass handed to him if i wasn’t there” he sounds so desperate, which he is, for you.

your heart swells, you wanna play.

you put on an act and look away from him, huffing in faux anger.

“y/n please” he whispers, looking at you with pure distress in his eyes, you think you can even see tears. He’s so hard to resist right now, how is he not catching onto your game?? Or maybe he is playing along?

You decide you’re done. With two things.

Torturing him, and torturing yourself.

You stroke the apple of his cheek with your thumb, swiping at the tear that dare fall from his eye “take it easy neteyam” he nods eagerly, he’ll listen to you until he dies.

You sigh, and clean up the cloth and medicine and get ready to leave, standing up but neteyam grabs your wrist and pulls you down, onto his lap, his arms circling your waist as he holds you close to him.

His forehead rests on your collarbone and you stroke his hair.

“okay, nete look at me..” he obeys.

you cup his face in your soft hands, he nuzzles against them and you lean forward, you look at his eyes and he’s already closed them. God!!! He’s so cute you could squeal!!!

You smash your lips against his and his hands automatically bring you closer, your legs straddling his lap as you run your hands through his hair, grazing at his nape.

Neteyam pulls away to look at you for a split second, and you look so so pretty he just can’t hold his tongue, “i love you” he whispers against your lips, three words meant for you and you only. He goes back to kiss you before you could reply, he gives you a few open-mouthed kisses before you mewl into his mouth and he crumbles.

Neteyam groans and he attaches his lips to your jaw, giving you gentle kisses that trail down to your neck, “i love you so much y/n” you wonder where he learnt this from.

“i love you neteyam” you whisper as you feel yourself grow more impatient as time goes.

he kisses you again and you feel him smile into the kiss, your chest is warm, neteyam intertwines his hand with yours and it becomes sloppy quiet fast.

you’re both a mess, whining into each others mouths , you’re so deep into it you don’t even realize footsteps getting louder and louder, eventually you are pulled out of your fantasies when you hear neytiri address her son right before she catches sight of you both in this sinful activity, you pull apart suddenly and scramble to get off his lap, failing miserably as neteyam seems opposed to the idea of letting go of you.

“neteyam! fuck!” you whisper-yell and shove your face into his shoulder, his hands still on your hips as he sputters to explain to his mother what she just witnessed

Neytiri coughs.

“mother i was just- we were- “

“making out?” Neytiri chuckles and shakes her head, making her way out after grabbing the plate you used to fix neteyam’s wounds.

“neteyammmmmm i can’t do this right noww” you cry embarrassed into his shoulder and he shudders at the thought of his mom knowing what you guys were doing. He laughs soon after, snaking his hands around your waist as he holds you in his lap

“i don’t know this isn’t all that funny nete” you grumble and shake your head, “poor neytiri”

“no.. poor neteyam, i didn’t get to finish “making out” with you” he says, putting up fingers meant to imitate quotation marks to mock his moms words.

you slap his arm gently “as much as i was enjoying, i don’t wanna risk getting caught again.. ewya forbids its tuk next time.. i would never even kiss you again”

he gasps, putting a hand over his chest to fake his hurt and you giggle at his expression

he kisses you again, and again, and again until you have to put your hand over his lips and tell him to stop in between a fit of giggles, he laughs with you “just kissing you enough so i don’t die when you refuse me later” you grin so hard your cheeks hurt, but its so worth it.

You hear lo’ak , spider , kiri, jake , and tuk cheering from outside, “GO BIG BRO” “is y/n my actual sister now?” “ugh finally they stopped beating around the bush” “thats my son, on his lap?? thats literally us neytiri!”

Oh.. Neytiri told them. Great!

Let’s Try Again [KTH]

Let’s Try Again [Taehyung x Reader] ⟶ Credit: @kimtaehyunq​​ ⟶ Genre: Smut | 21+| Slice of Life AU | One Shot ⟶ Warnings: pregnant!reader, married, some nipple play, slightdom!tae, fingering, ass play, cock warming, oral (f), spanking, finger sucking, biting kink, impreg kink, semi roleplay, explicit, slight edging, penetrative/rough sex, cursing, cunt slapping, small praises, oversensitivity, unprotected sex, creampie, a mess and a half, etc.  ⟶ WC: 7.1k ⟶ Summary: Taehyung, your husband and father of your child(ren), continues to lead a teasing game which consists of persistence, dedication, dirty talk, and more. He just wants to try again!… and again, and again, and again.  ⟶ Teaser: “You nod innocently and he coos at your negligence. His knees dip into the bed one by one, hand fastening its pace along his length. He glistens from the precum that leaks freely from the tip, slicking the liquid around as much as possible to give him the much needed friction he craves.” ⟶ Author’s Note: I have no clue why this idea popped up in my head randomly, but here it is. I felt the need to do something for Taehyung, especially due to his birthday month, possible KTH1, Snow Flower, and the holidays. I just wanted some warm feels with some dirty thoughts. Also - unedited because I don’t care. Quick thank yous to @jamaisjoons​, @balenciaguks​, @joontopia​, @lemonjoonah​ and @out-of-jams​ for giving me some ideas and tips for this cream scene.

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hours || jjk

⇝ title: hours ⇝ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ⇝ genre: humor, i think? | neighbors to lovers | smut | implied unestablished relationship to established relationship ⇝ summary: You walk across the hall and visit your neighbor Jungkook every Wednesday to drink, chill, sing some karaoke… watch some Netflix. But you always end up wobbling back to your apartment after hours of doing all kind of unholy things. Not tonight. ⇝ rating: 18+ ⇝ word count: 3k ⇝ warnings: alcohol consumption | strong language | they’re both kind of bratty but cute | mentions birth control | pussy eating | edging | fingering | unprotected sex | pull out method | cervix touching/bulging | jungkook has a lip piercing and a septum piercing | uhh he puts his nose in her coochie lol | light tit slapping | teasing | throat grabbing | dirty talk | hairstyling (wink, wink) | missionary | cum shots | squirting | slight dom!jk | nipple sucking | breath play | crying | ass worshiping | aftercare | bam makes an appearance | naked jk… yes this is a warning and you will see why | i brought up BTR, i need to apologize immediately for that | discussions about relationships | i think that’s all

⇝ author’s note: she’s here, bitches!!!! lol thank you @m1sss1mp​ and @monvante​ for putting posters of this man all over my blog. this fic is for the both of you. thank you so much for holding my hand through it all. thank you @baljinciaga​ for beta’ing and screaming in the comments because you gave me the confidence to post this lol. listen, i’m rusty with the smut y’all so i apologize if it’s a mess. anyway, i hope you enjoy. this has been beta’d but there’s still probably some errors since i changed some things after it was beta read.

masterlist | permanent taglist form | read on ao3

drabbles: the unholy drabble | nails drabble

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the devil’s change up (m)

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: smut, fluff / college, baseball player au

warnings: graphic dirty talk, demeaning names, dom themes, mild jealousy, non-penetrative bat play, semi-public sex, unprotected sex

word count: 41,317

description: Majoring in athletic training means you have mandatory observation hours to perform with every single sports team at your school throughout the year, and so far it’s been going pretty great. However, when regrets from your past cause your rotation with the baseball team to become a little rocky, there’s one star pitcher who says that he can make it all better. 

note: the symbol (◇) means the scene is in jungkook’s perspective

You were sitting against the cool metal bleachers located inside the dugout. You scowled out at the field as you watched the players prance around on the hunter green turf, cleats pattering with each step. Their orange, clay-stained uniforms passed by one after another, only seeming to do so in order to taunt you with painful memories.

You hated your shift with the baseball team — absolutely despised it.

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launch | mark lee

word count: 25,916 (yikes)

genre: astronaut!au, 1960′s au, angst, fluff, some suggestive content but nothing too crazy, adventure, husband!au, father!au

warnings: death, near death experiences, a lot of crying, emotional baggage

author’s note: hi again!! so im back with a new fic!!i wanna start off by saying that this fic is not meant to belittle anyone’s accomplishments, even though it is based on real events this work is pure fiction, and should be taken as such. I hope you guys like this fic and i know its very long so if you get to the end just know that i love haha thank you!! also, its very possible that tublr will crash if this is opened n mobile so im sorry about that

synopsis: ever since he was a young boy, mark’s dream was to be the first man on the moon. along his journey to accomplish his dream, he finds there are many hardships would have to face in order to succesfully complete his mission and come back home to the love of his life.

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—the love bug. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ genre: spiderman!jungkook + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 20,649 (sorry)

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: every night, jungkook puts on the red mask and flings himself confidently into perilous danger; but that same heart of steel that fuels his will and spirit seems to fail him whenever it comes to you 

⟶ warnings: coarse language, mild violence, jungkook is really shy and cute and dumb bc he’s so smitten, also jungkook’s butt in spandex is nice, needy/clingy sex, oral sex (fem!receiving), face riding, fingering, riding, missionary, unprotected sex

⟶ disclaimer: this is a repost of a fic i had on my old blog! 

You see Jungkook every night without fail.

When the sun has set below the distant horizon and plunges the world into a formidable darkness, driving most ordinary civilians to seek shelter in their homes, he stumbles into the café tucked cozily on the corner of a busy street in Lower Manhattan. The concrete city is still very much alive in a harmonious mix of sirens and the hum of cars but is subdued, muffling under the night sky and is most susceptible at this time to misconduct. Usually, at this point of night, the café you work at is nearly empty, save for a few stragglers that huddle tiredly at certain round tables. Most times, these are students from the university you attend just around the bend, whose weary eyes peer over the laptop in front of them as they meticulously work on an essay due the next morning, only fueled by the cup of coffee next to them.

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