sugaryandspicey-blog1

[sugaryandspicey-blog1]

Just like the first time

Jungkook x reader 

Summary : After week and weeks of begging, the manager finally let Jungkook bring you on tour with him and things got a bit heated.

With two long strides, thanks to his long legs, he was standing just an inch apart from you. Your head was focused on his chest, his gaze fixed on your shy but excited form. He dipped his head a just enough to place a chaste kiss on your earlobe, sending shivers throughout your body. “ugh I’ve waited so long for this” he practically growled in your ear.

Instinctively your eyes shut closed when his lips gave a feather light kiss on the area just below your ear. A similar throb was felt at your core, which vanished quickly much to your dismay. Jungkook dipped his head lower and and attacked your neck in a hard kiss. A hand splayed across your stomach, an action he did when he decided to go all dominating over you. His other hand snaked behind your back, around your waist to steady you and the other one put even more pressure on your stomach. It was his way of depriving you of air because he couldn’t practically choke you. He loved you too much to hurt you.

A slight sting and wetness of his tongue to soothe the pain pulled you out of your trance and you let out a breath you were holding for god knows how long. He stopped kissing your neck and stood up straighter. You craned your neck to look at him. The look on your face almost made him cum right then and there.  Your eyes were dilated, face flushed with swollen lips. You chest heaved as you tried to stable your breathing. Fail. Because each breath you took made you realise the soft touch of his taut muscles on your breasts. “it’s going to be a long night baby. Hope you’re ready”

With your eyes still looking into each other he picked you up bridal style and laid you down on the bed gently, his eyes never leaving yours. It reminded you of your first time with him. You were a shy mess back then and he had kissed away all your insecurities. Just like the first time, he kissed your stomach, leaving a trail of kisses whilst lifting your shirt. You discarded the material quickly and focused on kissing again. He stopped just under your breasts and looked up to meet your eyes, a gesture he did every time even though you told him that he didn’t need to ask for your permission. But he did anyway. With a slight nod of your head,  his hands grazed over your swells and then gripped them tightly giving them a gentle squeeze. Your back arched and went back down in a split second. 

A hand went behind your back to remove the article. He let his hands massage your breasts and his face bent down to kiss your clavicle. He altered between massaging and squeezing, purposely leaving the sensitive tip. He kissed down further till it reached the valley of your breasts. He started kissing the swell leaving the nub unattended. You were growing impatient. Just when you were about to complain, he licked it, while his hand pinched the other. Your head dug deep into your pillow as your eyes rolled back. A throaty moan escaped your lips when he started to suck. He knew you were sensitive to sucking and he always left it for the last.

“ju-jungkook.. Please..” you grabbed his bicep, eyes still closed. His muscle was tight under your touch. You could feel that he was restraining himself. You rubbed his bicep as to tell him to stop. This was yet another one of your things when you didn’t want to worry him by using the safe word. He knew this was just a pause and not a halt because he hurt you. He looked up abandoning your nub with a lewd pop. “patience baby. Tonight is all about you” Your heavy lidded eyes stared deep into his dilated one’s. “feel comfy?” you asked breathlessly. He knew you wanted him to feel good too, so he rid himself of this clothes with only his boxers around. “better” you smiled contently. He kissed you deeply on the lips but it was a short one. He trailed his hands down until they reached your thighs. He rubbed them gently and motioned for you to buck your hips upward. He hooked his fingers in your jeans and yanked them down along with your underwear. “so fucking beautiful”.

Again like the first time, he rubbed circles in your inner thigh to calm you down. You were already calm this time though, but you loved how he was always looking out for you. Slowly he lifted your legs into and folded position and spread them apart. He placed kisses along your inner thighs, your lower abdomen but never touched your core. “ready?”. You took a moment to reply because you were so lost in his touch. He chuckled at your disheveled self. He gave long slick lick that had your eyes rolled back into your skull. He breathed on it and again gave a long lick. You remembered how he did this the first time and it sent you shivering, not this time though. You were used to it. But the pleasure every time was multiplied.

He sucked at your neglected nub and your breath hitched “shit!..” you eyes shot open and you half sat up with the pleasure when he grazed his teeth a little and left a gentle bite. He laughed at how powerful it was and you could feel the vibrations on your core. “f-fuck kook! You’re a tease!” you barely breathed out. He just shrugged at your remark. He gave a last lick and focused on inserting his wet appendage in your heated core, making you grip the sheet tight. His tongue worked slow but quickened with the rhythm. You bucked your hips upward to gain more friction but he just held your hips to keep you in place. His tongue worked in and out of you and you instinctively bucked upwards. 

This time he placed his hand on your stomach confusing you, he never did that. But your confusion was soon replaced with a sudden pleasure when he circled your nub while his tongue fucked you. You squirmed vigorously, his hand doing only a little to keep you in place. “fuck fuck fuck!! Too much! Fuck” you screamed which only earned you a smirk. He stopped his ministrations and again focused on tongue fucking you. “I’m- I’m close” he squeezed your thighs to tell you that he knew and signaled you to cum. With one long thrust of his tongue, white spots danced in front of you and you came hard. Harder than you’ve ever had. The grip on your sheets tightened even further and your knuckles turned white. You stopped breathing for a second and in that moment your body spasmed a little and you went down with a thump.

Jungkook was still fucking you to bring you down from your high and his hand played with your nub until you cringed away. He got you up to kiss you, not giving a moment to let you breath. “I’m gonna fuck you for real now baby. Think you can take it?” you nodded still not regaining your breath. But the thought of jungkook inside of you was enough to make your core throb again. He removed his boxers and spread the pre-cum to lubricate himself. He lined up in front of you and with one long thrust he was inside of you easily, thanks to your orgasm. Your walls clenched around him and he released a guttural moan. He pulled out until the end and entered again with a force that made you scream loud enough for everyone to hear. He started at a slow but rhythmic pace and you ushered him to move faster. And he did. 

He drilled into you faster and deeper with every thrust making you scream an octave louder than before with each thrust. You were pretty sure you had awoken up everyone by now but you didn’t mind. Jungkook kissed your neck leaving sloppy kisses there and a big purple bruise. You moved your lips with his to match his rhythm but he was too quick for you, so you held onto his shoulders for your dear life. His muscles flexed with every thrust. He was holding your weight and was Trying not to crush you either. You grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, or at least something of that sort. He kept slipping out of the kiss, with your tilted back and hands on his neck for support, whenever he hit that g spot.

 “I’m gonna -”  “it’s okay. Cum baby” with that you came out harder than your last orgasm. If you think that the earlier one was the most amazing, you thought wrong. He rided you out of your orgasm. His thrusts became sloppy and rough and you knew he was close too. With one final thrust, he came inside of you. A loud moan escaped his lips. And his head fell back, eyes closed and mouth wide open. Just after, his arms gave out and he almost fell on top of you but steadied himself at the last moment and laid down next to you.

The room was silent with only the sound of your breaths steadying. Once you had both calmed down you decided to ask him the question,  you wanted to ask ever since he picked you up bridal style. “kookie..” you said turning your body to look at him. His eyes were closed, a peaceful pallor on his face and hair sticking on his sweaty forehead. You lifted your hand to tuck away the stray strand of hair and let your hand linger on his cheek. “hmm?” he responded with eyes still closed. “why did you repeat our first night?” his eyes shot open at your question but softened quickly. His hand caressed your cheek, thumb circling at the surface. “why? Because you being here with me on the tour is a first baby. And all my firsts with you should be cherished.”

P. S. This is my first time posting this type of thing publicly so please don’t be too harsh 😂❤️

[sugaryandspicey-blog1]

Canvas

Jungkook x reader

Summary: you see a gorgeous stranger walk by your studio and it inspired you to paint…

A/n: this is the first time I’m posting something like this… hope you like it. It’s just a drabble but yeah..enjoy!

You are an artist working in your art studio in New York and are currently standing by the huge glass window on the front side of the space, zoning out. You see this tall muscular dude passing by with his phone in one hand and earplugs on. He’s wearing a green and yellow Jersey with some black fitted jeans and looks so good. Your canvas which was blank till now since you had no idea what to paint, suddenly had random colours spewed on it with a vague figure of a man standing in the street outside your studio in a rainy weather. Your mind was buzzing with inspiration and everyday you poured yourself into it more and more. 

The fact that the beautiful stranger passed by every morning was only adding to your vigour to complete the masterpiece… every once in a while your eyes would meet for a fraction of a second and you’d pass each other a small smile. It had been 3 weeks already and the painting was at long last nearing it’s final stage and you were busy giving it the final touches. Your frizzy out of control hair were especially getting in your way so you pulled them up into a bun that was supposed to be artistically messy but somehow turned out as just ugly messy. But oh well.. unless it did its job all is well.

You knew the guy had a mole beneath his lip and you loved that little detail on him. But the worst thing ever was that you couldn’t remember which side of the face it was on! And it was driving you absolutely nuts with frustration. You were stressing your mind but nope.. it was coming up blank. So you waited for the stranger to pass by again today. And you waited some more. It was long past his usual time, so when you finally saw him turning the corner through your big glass window you breathed a sigh of relief. But wait, wow he had a bouquet of roses in his hands today instead of the usual phone.

You immediately stuck your pencil in your bun and took out one of the two paint brushes already nestled there. He was close now, you had to see where that damned mole was! So you glared out your window and as soon as he came into your vantage point his eyes collided with yours, a bit taken aback… probably because you were still glaring. A second later he gave a small grin and turned… wait, you hadn’t seen the mole yet! Ugh how stupid could you be to get lost in his doe eyes after waiting for hours.

But oh no… fuck the direction he was turning towards was the door to your very own studio. He was not in your line of sight anymore. The wind chimes on your door jingled in the sweetest possible sound but that sound was currently killing you because he couldn’t have just walked into your studio! That damned wind chime had your breath stuck in your throat. And then he entered and you suddenly realised how fucking creepy you would seem if he saw a full fledged painting of himself on a freaking canvas in a stranger’s studio! You obviously couldn’t throw it out the window, covering it up with a sheet was out of question because it was still not dry and you didn’t have enough time to hide it in the storage room because he was like ten steps away!

In a panic all you could do was stand hastily in front of your embarrassing but phenomenal painting of the totally breathtaking man in front of you and pray to all the damned gods out there that he won’t notice it… but who were you kidding, the only reason he could be here was to see your paintings!!! He walked towards you and said a ‘hey’ through his charming smile. You could only squeak out a hi in a really high pitched tone

“I’ve seen you through that window a couple of times and i know it’s like.. really stupid and direct but i really think you’re cute. Would you like to go out with me perhaps?” This guy, whose name you did not even know, the totally smoking hot stranger who’s face was making you burn from both front and back, found you … cute?! Where in the hell did the sun rise today?! He said all this rubbing the back of his neck with one big hand while the other held out the roses to you You stared dumbfounded at his face, finally seeing that the mole was on the right side, and then at the roses, back at his face and opened your mouth to ask him what his name was or if this was a prank… or any other rational question except for a loud and sudden, 

“Shut. Up.” Poor guy was so alarmed by your reply that he immediately took a step back and held up his hands in defence “I mean- oh god I’m sorry. I’m just shocked. And thanks I’d love to go out with you but wait.. what’s your name?! I’m y/n by the way,” you said it all in one breath and he just stood there grinning at your cuteness and came upto you.

“I totally forgot to tell you my name! This wasn’t planned fuck,” he murmured a bit too loudly. “I’m Jungkook.” You took the flowers he offered you tentatively and almost took a step back, grinning like an idiot but suddenly realised you couldn’t do that because the painting was like 3 inches from your back. “Umm.. i love your hair you know,” he suddenly said to fill the awkward silence. And for a second you thought he was joking because seriously, who in their right mind would like your hair?! But when he took another two steps towards you, you completely froze. “I love the bun babe but-” he pulled out the pencil and brush stuck in your hair and let it open-“ i think open flowy hair suits you better.” Makes you look really fun and crazy in the cutest way.” He blushed like crazy saying this and in turn made you blush too. Nobody had liked your hair before this. It didn’t make you love your hair suddenly or your insecurities didn’t jump out the window but it felt… good to have your insecurity complimented upon.

But when he saw your smiling red face, his eyes diverted 2 inches too much to the left and he saw your painting and it’s safe to say you were ready to dissolve into a puddle at that moment. “Hey that- did you.. paint it yourself?”

You jumped in front of him and tried to make him look at you again… anything to make him NOT see it!! But it was too late. He stared behind you and moved you to the side by your arms. “No it’s not complete- it’s nothing really… please.. no ugh wait,” nope. He wasn’t having it. When he moved you aside and saw the whole painting in front of him, a shocked gasp left him. You closed your eyes and covered your face with your hands, eyes burning with frustration and helplessness. The level of embarrassment was immeasurable. You heard a few steps approach you but you didn’t dare open your eyes or lower your hands. Suddenly there were warm firm hands surrounding your wrists, slowly prying them off your face. “I swear I’m not a freak, you just inspired me that day..” you muttered in a low cracking voice, eyes downcast.

Those strong arms wrapped themselves around you and pulled you to his chest, the musky cinnamon scent of him enveloping you whole. “Sweety, I’m not judging you i swear. I love that painting, it’s like the best damn art I’ve ever seen! And it’s really reassuring to know i affected you as much as you did to me. So yeah, please don’t be upset,” his voice vibrated through you and it calmed you a bit. He pulled back a bit and raised your chin to look you directly in the eyes.

“You really think it’s good?”

“I love it! And well… i know I’m one of a kind specimen,” he said with a smirk and hugged you again, making you laugh and playfully hit his chest. You both went to the cafe down the street that day and talked for hours, about anything and everything. He complimented you every now and then, making you blush so hard but then it was your turn to make inappropriate innuendos and make him fluster up. Maybe it was the start of something meant to be…

Ps. He knew you had painted him… he saw it once while staring at you for like 20 minutes when you were busy painting but didn’t tell you because he didn’t wanna seem like a creep either lol.

[sugaryandspicey-blog1]

Masterlist

MEMBERS 

Kim Namjoon

Lights out

SUMMARY : You and your so called sworn enemy get stuck in the office due to the power outage and shit happens. Not really

Kim Seokjin

coming soon..

Min Yoongi 

coming soon..

Jung Hoseok 

coming soon..

Park Jimin 

coming soon..

Kim Taehyung 

coming soon..

Jeon Jungkook

Canvas 

Summary: you see a gorgeous stranger walk by your studio and it inspired you to paint…

Just like the first time 

 Summary : After week and weeks of begging, the manager finally let Jungkook bring you on tour with him and things got a bit heated.

[sugaryandspicey-blog1]

The Demons Within

~ Okay so this is just some shit i wrote in free time… long time back.. but i wanna post something and yeah.. it’s shit but whatever i guess…

You say all these words when you hardly mean any of it. You write all these epics when you can’t see the beauty in it. You speak about these feelings but have you ever felt them? You tell me time and time again that I’m enough, but answer me sweety, when was the last time you didn’t have to remind that to yourself?

Wanting to see myself become a reflection of you, somewhere along the way i began losing myself. Never knew the satisfaction in pain, till i started giving myself over to the madness. What kind of punishment to self is this, y'all ask me… and i say it once again, the one that keeps me grounded.

I starve myself of the pleasure of letting it all out. I don’t unleash that power i claim to have found. How good it would feel to just show them what they crave. Give them the satisfaction of knowing they don’t cower before me in vain. Yet what can i show them, when all i possess are lies. Emptiness residing where that power once paved. I want to show them now that i can’t. Oh how the irony laughs at me, when i didn’t believe it back in time….

This silence gnaws at me. The quiet that has made itself home in the endless catacombs where my heart once lay, the quiet that once brought me peace, that one. It turned on me. Clawing the tip of that finely honed dagger on my insides. Making it burn with the sweetest kiss of pain. Taking my breath away, leaving me breathless for more. That dagger clenched in the smoke hands of time, it breaches my flesh just enough to slowly sever my ties from reality but never more that that. Never sufficient to fully end this beginning to the long and lonely disaster. Ever so slightly making me succumb to the part of me that can’t be tamed, forcing me to become the self that i myself feared the most.

You asked me the other day of the demons that haunt my soul and i told you of the smoke that scrapes a dagger in me, slowly sawing the chains that hold me to reality. Let me tell you of the other ones today. There is this sound, in the darkest dungeons of my veins where instead of the blood, pure raw fire resides. A fire so blinding in it’s ethereal blue burning desire that one might mistake it for its beauty. The igniting rage is anything but that.

It lights up my insides and slowly and steadily heats up my being, taking its sweet time to work up to its crescendo. It washes all through me in waves of utter helplessness, building the tempo till it reaches the crest. For a moment, it lets me revel in the sheer feeling of power, making me enjoy it but as soon as my weak self gives in to it, everytime, it break free and wrecks all havoc.

The fire so hot that i feel like i am drowning in wildfire and can’t come up to breathe. It’s tendrils suffocating me, blocking all ways of escape, trapping me in the eye of this storm, making me see my true colors, colors i never wanted to face. It shatters everything in its wake amd since it all happens inside me, all that shatters is just my soul, one sliver at a time…..

But that was all about the rage the fire that burns me from within, the real demon is the voice it carries along. The haunting cold sound that does not match sizzling burns. It tells me stories, of me in the past, of what i will be in the future, of what i have done, of what i will do and the worst part is when it tells me what I’m capable of. That low lullaby that plagues me every night before i fall asleep and land into the lap of my next demon.

This sound that feels like the cold shivers accompanying the wind chimes is late december, it wraps its hot boney fingers around my throat, never letting a choked sob or a cry escape. Making me listen to it, not giving me the mercy of trying to cover my ears as i lay there too limp to function, waiting, always waiting for a silent much easier death…….

As i gradually let go of the consciousness, you might think it would be blissful for a while, that maybe i would get time to just stop and reorient myself. Oh how i wish that was the case. But these are demons, and they show no mercy, no matter how much i break and cry and kick and claw at them. They _can’t_ because they’re a part of me, and hurting them means hurting myself.

So i give in and i close my eyes and let myself fall prey to the deadliest demon that awaits. As i tumble into a deep slumber, I’m pulled down into the clutches of the nightmares. They don’t have any sound or burning sensations or shivering coldness. Instead they work to peel apart my mind, decaying the very part from where they arise and taking my existence along with them. They show my these things, these horrendous terrible unspeakable things that i would never wish upon any creature to face.

And as they take over my mind, my emotions running wild, i try to jerk myself awake. I try, i always do, to somehow escape this torture. But this unbearable dream never lets go, holding me fast against itself, as i lay there paralysed, too far gone to he able to help myself.

Somewhere among all this chaos in my head, the lines start to blur. The lines between fiction and reality become so thin and negligible that i have lost the concept of me. All that remains is this eternal anguish, the intransient abuse never letting me get a quick clean death, gripping me in its vices as this goes on over and over and over again….

[sugaryandspicey-blog1]

LIGHTS OUT

GENRE : fluff 

WARNINGS : None

WORD COUNT : 1053 

SUMMARY : You and your so called sworn enemy get stuck in the office due to the power outage and shit happens. Not really

 PAIRING : Namjoon x reader 

WRITTEN BY : Admin Spice

If there was one thing you hated more than guilty clients, it was Kim Namjoon or as he goes by his fuckboy name RM. Throughout your law school you had avoided him at all costs. Not only was he an egotistical bitch, he was rude too. And that was something that ticked you off way too much.

But now you were stuck with one and  only Kim Namjoon, thanks to the power outage which made you both stuck in the office all alone. You groaned in annoyance, your head already throbbing with the thought of spending time with your mortal enemy. He on the other hand he seemed particularly happy with this situation.

"I'll go look at the main switch. You'll be staying here or....?" he asked in a teasing tone, mocking your fear of dark places. God you hated him. "I'll be staying here, thanks"

 Once he was out, your heartbeat quickened and hands became sweaty. Maybe you should've gone with him.

To distract yourself, you fished out the phone from your pocket and starting surfing the Internet. You could complete your work but who the fuck cares right? It's a power outage anyway. At first you thought maybe some wire fused or something so you made your way to the window to check your doubt. Pitch black. Yup you were right. The whole area was out.

You thought about calling Namjoon and telling him that there was nothing he could do but wait, but you thought against it. Let him suffer a bit. Laughing to yourself you sat down on the comfy chair of your boss and spun around. You were enjoying your makeshift merry go round ride when a shrieking thunderclap almost threw you off the chair.

You placed your hand on your chest to calm down your heaving heart.  

" it's okay y/n..Shit it's okay!

While you were managing to control your staggered breathing another thunder shook split right through you. Taking in deep breaths you hid under the table telling yourself that it was all gonna be alright over and over again. Finally the rain started pouring and it calmed you a bit. Rain had always calmed you, you don’t know why. Maybe because you had your first kiss in the rain, you really don’t know.

Your thoughts drifted to Namjoon downstairs. For whatever reasons, your mind always shifted to the thoughts of him. It was annoying honestly but you couldn't stop either. You pulled out your phone to call him but a loud screeching sound jolted you up and your head came in contact with the teak Wood above your head.

 "fuck ouch!"

You massaged your head but your hands stilled when the sound of someone's heavy footsteps tapped on the floor. You knew it was Namjoon but for god know what reason your mind convinced you that it was some freaking murderer or a perhaps a ghost? 

“I should really stop watching horror movies..”

You pulled your knees to your chest and hid your head in between them, sneaking glances at the door.

As the sound got closer you prayed that whatever it is, it doesn’t try to enter. But the door burst open and the bang of it made you whimper. Stupid. Stupid stupid. Because of course in a full power outage and blackout with silence all over, no one would listen to the sounds you make. You stupid bitch! You couldn't see the person clearly, only a silhouette. Your heart screamed it was Namjoon but your mind kept playing tricks of their own.

The figure got closer to where you were and you instinctively backed up. The feet stopped right in front of you and you covered your mouth with your hand. The dipped down in an odd way and the eyes bore deep into your wide one's. 

“Hi.”

And you let out a blood curdling scream. You screamed in the highest pitch you could manage to muster out of you  and scrambled out to stand up in a defensive position ready to attack.

"goddammit y/n! You almost made me deaf!"  

The voice you recoginised everywhere even from a ten mile radius calmed you down much to your dismay. Him. Always hum ugh! And you don't know what took over you, maybe it was adrenaline,maybe it was your raging hormones, you don’t know, but you threw your arms at him and hugged him, holding onto him for your dear life. He was taken aback, but once your shaking form reverberated to his body, he regained his composure quick and encircled his arms around you.

He raked his hands through your hair, calming you down and whispering words of comfort. Even though you had stopped crying and your heartbeat was normal, you didn't push him away. You kept your head on his toned chest and closed your eyes, basking in his scent. He always smelled good whatever the situation. Sensing your sudden change, he smirked to himself. The hands that were around you in a bear hug, now settled on your waist teasingly.

"Enjoying?"

smugness was evident in his voice and you hated him for making cocky comments but the warmth of this body and the way his hands caressed your sides made you forget it all.

"shut up."

He laughed and his chest vibrated. You smiled against him eyes still closed.

 "Fine I'll let you stay like this. Because I've been dying to hold you in my arms since the start of the semester."

He tightened his grip around you and you mimicked his actions.

It was your turn to be cocky.

"Of course you were. There's no one who can beat your ass at court beside me.”

"Actually, I like beating asses too." 

You caught up with his innuendo and gave a light smack on is chest. 

“Eager are we baby?”  “God you're disgusting!" You both fell into fits of laughter.

Once the laughter died, you both stared at each other a little too long than necessary. You knew where this was going. He leaned in, closing the distance between you two, only to be stopped by your hand. “Not so fast”  Right in the moment the lights came back on. You quickly gathered your stuff and made your way out but not before shooting a wink at the bewildered man in front of you.