#BTS husbands

[kkukverse]

Put Your Head on My Shoulder

Pair : husband!jk x wife!reader

Genre: marriage au

Warnings: sex scenes nothing too wild

w/c: 10.3 k

“Passports?”

“Check.”

“Your backpack?”

“Check.”

“My wallet? Your wallet?”

“Also check.”

“Oh! Toothbrushes?”

The man didn’t reply as he stares at you in disbelief. “Babe,” he sigh softly. But you’re too busy checking your luggage and your backpack. Not wanting to leave anything important behind.

“Our toothbrushes Kook, do we have them? Oh god don’t tell me you forgot. Remember Krabi? The one where we forgot our toothbrushes?” With frantic hands you unzip the front part of the luggage to check for the said items.

“Mr. Jeon Jungkook?” 

You let out a sigh as you look up to see why your husband didn’t reply to you. Instead of catching him getting as busy as you are, he is actually looking at you with an amused smile on his face. “There we go, finally you’re looking at me.”

With a grunt you stood facing him, eyes rolling and the little lips pout started to form on your face with wrinkles on your forehead. Jungkook leans forward as he puts his hands on your shoulders, “Babe, calm down. We’re not going to the other side of the world for months. It’s your hometown. I have packed our toothbrushes, and so what, if we left them behind? We can buy them.” Jungkook squeezed your shoulders in hopes to loosen up the knotted muscles as you’re too tensed.

You are always on the edge every time the two of you went on a long trip together. But today it seems to get worse. 

You’re used to be the reckless traveler, someone who is hungry with spontaneous adventures and unplanned vacations. But all of that were before marriage, before you had to take care of another human being.

Ever since with Jungkook, you always feel the need to have everything perfectly arranged. You never admitted it but you somehow feel inadequate at attending the need for your husband.

Well, compared to your peers, you, as a wife, is on an 'okay' level. 

Most of your friends who got married earlier than you certainly are on the master level. You love them, really. But there’s a time when you think that they’re being too good to be true.

They’re the perfect housewives, the spot on clean home all year round, birthed beautiful babies, cooking up home cooked meals that would make top chefs cried. They’re the trophy wives.  

You and Jungkook are a working couple. You work on the typical working hours, from 9 to 5. The house? You think the house look perfect because you have such a wonderful husband who loves cleaning and doing the laundry.

Unlike you, Jungkook works around his own schedule hence his working time is more flexible than yours. Plus, he’s working from home most of the time. If it’s up to you, the house would be a mess. For the food part, on weekdays, it’s take outs. 

You are matured enough to understand that people will show things they wanna show. But somehow, somewhere in your heart, it stings when you thought you are not good enough as a wife.

You have no idea how you managed to catch Jungkook as your husband because that man is amazing. He never complains. Not once. Never degrading you for not being the typical wife.

As if the role is reversed in your household. He has been the one that begs you to rest so he could help with the house chores. He sometimes prepared dinner, although claiming he’s not a good cook but if there’s one warm hearty meal on the table after a long day at work waiting for you, you are in no place to complain.

"Well, I'm pretty independent too, you know. Mom and dad were busy and hyung was always studying somewhere. I know how to take care of myself, and now I can take care of you," This is Jungkook's favourite statement.

He really is an endearing human being. You’re still learning to take care of him as well. Which is why you get fidgety because you’re so afraid of screwing everything up.

“I know but we don't have to buy it. Why are we wasting money? Once we're back home, we gonna have extra set of toothbrushes, which we don't even need in the first place.” You yaps under your breath as you double check the snacks in your backpack.

Rummaging the backpack for the nth time. Ointment, mint breath strips, lip balm, protein and choco bars. Jungkook must munch on something, and he needs sugar. That’s the least you can do. Providing him snacks.

“Will you please look at me?” Jungkook hunched down to be on your eye level. He puts his hands on yours as your knuckles grip the luggage trolley. A little smile adorning his face at how his big hands envelope your tiny hands, looking perfectly fit together. He rarely tells you but he absolutely loves it when he gets to wrap your fingers with his palms. Feeling the warmth emitted from you.

But right now your hands are cold, and Jungkook knew that you’re not just anxious. He’s not sure yet, so he’s trying to ease you to tell him. Silently pleading with his cooing and his bambi eyes for you to look at him back. 

He winced a little when your eyes locked on his. Jungkook knows very well from the look of his wife just gave him. Immediately, he cups your face and lean closer.

“Hey, hey what is it? Can you tell me?” he whispered as if you're both are sharing a secret that only the two of you know. In the hectic airport with so many people come and go, Jungkook grounded you by just being close to you.

“It’s just, you don’t have to come with me, you know. I hate dragging you into my family matters. I know you’re busy and the fact that you have to leave everything for a week is just,” you heave a sigh as you put your hands on his chest. “Just not sitting well with me. I can go there all by myself,” you rambles.

“Don’t say it like that,” Jungkook is not gonna lie but your words hurt him.

It hurts when you’re trying to not include him into your personal matter. He is your husband, he admits it was hard to break through the wall you built. It took him enough time to get a glimpse of the side that you always hide.

He wants to be your tree, he wants you lean on him and trust him. Your problem is his problem too. It pains him to see you stress over something and he just wanted you to share it with him. 

You have never been the one who wears their emotions on their sleeves, so Jungkook have to observe you carefully. He learns with the frown on your face, the wavering voice, the way you avoid eye contact. He is still learning because you are like an enigma in an endless maze, he used to be the one who wanted to decode your thoughts, and the one that can walk into the layers of your maze without feeling lost.

But now he just wants to understand you, wants you to know that he accepts all of your quirks and wandering thoughts. 

God, he loves you so much and how could you unconsciously treating him like he is a stranger. 

“Don’t you dare say it like I’m not supposed to be there. Don’t exclude me from your family affairs. They’re my family too,” he emphasis on every word and it softens you.

“Also, I will not allow you to go so far away all by yourself, not when I’m still capable to go everywhere with you. I know, you’re the most amazing and independent woman but I want to be there,” Jungkook gently butts his head on yours, an act of comfort he always do when you’re not listening to him or whenever you feel a little insecure, it’s like saying I’m here and don’t shut me away, his stern yet soft statement makes your view a bit glassy.

He kissed your cheeks before leaving a fluttering peck on your lips. To soothe your nerves.  

It’s true that Jungkook had insisted on coming with you to your hometown, despite his busy work. Piles of unfinished videos and songs in his studio at home were left behind immediately the moment you said you have to go back to your hometown for a family business.

Jungkook knew what family business you’re talking about because it has been your constant topic during dinner. It’s a series of events. It’s started from your aunt is getting a divorce - not that it has anything to do with you but somehow all of your family members had agreed on an urgent meeting.

You figured out from your cousin that they also wanted to gather in remembering your late Grandpapa. 

It was a long overdue event. It kept getting pushed back because somebody got married, someone just gave birth, your cousin is still studying overseas and much more excuses.

Perhaps they realized now is a good time, or perhaps because everyone is coming to support your aunt. You decided that you must come, you missed everyone so dearly.

The other solid reason why you have to be there is because you’re the closest grandchild to your Grandpapa and it has been years since you visited your Grandmama. Even Jungkook hasn’t met her yet.

She couldn’t make it to your wedding since she had fallen ill at that time. The wedding was a small ceremony with only close relatives and friends. And you didn’t stay longer because you and Jungkook have to fly back immediately. 

You missed your Grandmama terribly. Your grandparents practically raised you when your mom and your dad were economically and psychologically struggling in being a parent. Not that you blame them, because now, you're at their age when they become parents for the first time and you started to understand them.

Grandpapa passed away before you met Jungkook, way back when you were in high school, and sometimes it always hits you at how he would love to know the amazing man you called your husband.

Since he loves teasing you when you were little, and you can’t help but think Jungkook and Grandpapa would be close buddies with their teasing antics. 

You told Jungkook some of the memories you had with your grandparents, you also shared with him the moment when you have to move out from their house to live back with your parents. You still remember the sadness looks in your Grandpapa’s wrinkled face like it all happened yesterday. You did visited them occasionally. During the holiday season or when you have a long school break. But, it was not enough.

Honestly, Jungkook is as excited and definitely nervous in meeting your Grandmama. He heard a lot about that amazing lady from you and he’s afraid of her acceptance. What if she didn’t like him? What if she decided that Jungkook is not enough for her granddaughter? From your stories your grandma sounds like a warm person but what if she’s cold to him?

“Thank you Jungkook, for coming with me,” it came out like a whisper in his ear. Squeezing your hand, he pulls you to walk beside him as he push the trolley to the boarding gate.

Although you were reluctant on dragging him along, his presence still brings you peace, and you need him.

“Oh babe, I forgot to show you. Remember yesterday, Taehyung came over with Yuna?” Jungkook is pulling out his phone from his back pocket. Wanting to show you the video of your friend’s baby.

“Of course I remember. They left before I reached home.” Sighing, recalling how you rushed to get home yesterday just to meet Yuna, the little bundle of joy.

She is just at the perfect age when curiosity takes over her and babies are the best at this age. It’s not like you can meet and play with her everyday. First of all Taehyung loves hoarding his daughter all to himself - selfish - and secondly because of your work.

Yuna is going to forget her godmother since she only spent her baby days with Jungkook, her godfather. 

“I’m very sure Yuna misses you just as much as you miss her. Look at this! She’s sleeping so comfortably on our desk.” Jungkook squealed as he keeps playing the video of Yuna in her pink fluffy onesie, (the one that you bought for her) drooling on your desk next to the files. She was sleeping on her stomach and as Taehyung is about to pick her up, she whined.

Making both of you giggle at her cuteness.

“God, how does she sleeps soundly on that hard desk? You know my ass is still sore from that night you pushed me onto it?” Jungkook smirks like a little tease he is, while you’re trying to act like you have no idea what it is that he’s trying to tell.

“No, honey, I don’t know,” of course you know but you’re trying to focus on anything, not the memories of your tangled sweaty bodies, falling files and your stationary box topple over on the floor. 

Sensing that you're getting shy, Jungkook keeps on teasing you. He is relentless.

He leans over the armrest, whispering in your ears, “awe come on. How can you already forgot how hard you pulled my hair, the scratches on my back, babe? Still stings. God, the way you ride me on your desk, ugh you're so hot,” he sighs heavily and you feel the warmth of his breath on your neck, you're sensitive spot.

You snapped your head so fast at your husband’s bold action. You are in an airplane for heaven’s sake! You can feel the warmth blush creeps on your face. You pinched his arm.

“There are hundreds of people on board, and we’re gonna be here for hours! No one wants to hear our bedroom story!” You hissed and Jungkook is silently yelping in pain. He hates the fact that he loves pain especially from you. 

“Okay, okay, okay!! Sorry, baby, I’m sorry. I’ll behave!” He grips on your wrist to stop you from keep abusing his arm.

The grin on Jungkook’s face is as wide as yours but suddenly your face feel in horror as you remembered you rode Jungkook on your desk!

You had sex on the desk of where Yuna fell asleep on! Slept on her stomach! Face down on the spot of Jungkook’s ass! Baby Yuna! Taehyung’s sunshine! On your desk! Did you cleaned it up?!

A loud gasp coming out from you as these thoughts bombarded your mind. You covered your mouth with your hand while the other one is grabbing Jungkook.

“What, baby, why? You wanna vomit?” Jungkook quickly leans forward to grab the paper bag from the pocket seat. You stopped him, half laughing and half crying, you’re trying to explain to him the sin you two had done but it all came out as broken sentences.

Not wanting to disturb other passengers but wanting to scream at the same time is probably the hardest choice you have to make at this moment. With wide eyes, Jungkook look at you in bewilderment.

“What is it? Should I be worried? Want me to get help?” Jungkook is in between laughing along with you or be scared that his wife is losing it. Honestly he has no idea. 

“Shit, babe. We had sex at the desk! Yuna slept on it! What are we gonna tell Taehyung? Should we tell him?” Wiping your tears while you’re mouth is still widely laughing is a confusing sight for Jungkook but once he gets the gist of what you’re trying to tell him, he, too let out a loud laugh.

The seat next to you gave the both of you a weird look and and grunts can be heard. Your husband straighten his back on the chair and clears his throat as he apologize loud enough for the row in front of you to catch it. 

Leaning back to you he grabs your hand and trying to muffle the noise as you both keep on giggling like little kids. You’re still terrified on the inside, thinking of Yuna and how are you supposed to tell her father? Kim Taehyung is going to cut your husband’s dick once he knew.

“Jeon Jungkook, stop laughing! This is not funny,” your attempt to be serious was blown away by your own wheezing.

“In my defense, you’re the impatient one,” he scrunched his nose with his lips jutted towards you. 

“You could’ve carried me to our bed!” you hissed.

Jungkook gives you a betrayed expression as he puts his hand on his chest. As if you’re accusing him of the crime both of you committed.

“Excuse me ma’am, I clearly remember you’re the one who chanted more baby, please I want you in me, now,” he mocked your moaning. Your face is in your palms as you keep shaking your head.

“I did not sound like that. Please, Jungkook at least tell me we did clean the desk.” Banging your head on his shoulder while he snorted. 

“Well, your welcome, because your amazing house-husband did cleaned the desk. You blacked out the moment we got into our bedroom. Meanwhile, your dutiful husband, wiped our crime scene clean with a hand sanitizer. I told you that sanitizer will come in handy.” This is one of the moments you’re so happy to have such a clean freak as your husband.

“Oh god, thank goodness!” You showered his cheek with kisses.

“But do we have to tell Taehyung though?” Biting your lower lip, you secretly wished he is as evil as you. Because you don’t want to freak Taehyung out.

Just as you thought, called it soulmate behavior, because Jungkook just shrug it off and said to not tell him and even if he did, Taehyung would understand anyway.

He had done a lot worse back in his college days and Jungkook have all the receipts as his roommates. 

Laughing softly you shakes your head. “Can’t believe we tainted Yuna like this. What kind of godparents are we? Unbelievable,” your eyes are getting droopy as the airplane breaking the clouds.

Jungkook is taking off his grey hoodie for you because you always catch cold easily, especially when travelling in an airplane. Thankfully he’s wearing a long sleeve shirt inside. 

He did reminded you to wear an extra layer but it seems like you forgot. Snuggling as close as you can, you sleep almost immediately with your head on his shoulder. Jungkook chuckled at the sight. You sleep so easily. Be it on the bed or in a moving car, you are unfazed.

The first time you went on a road trip together, you fell asleep even before Jungkook gets to drive out of the city. The road trip was a lonely one for him because you slept all the way. 

He is relieved, relieved that you laughed. You were fidgety and anxious with going back to your hometown before the flight and he is just really, really, really grateful that you had a good laugh just now.

He managed to take the stress off of your mind. Always.

“Where is she, do you think she forgot, Kook? Do we have to get an Uber? Ugh, why is she not picking up her phone?” Punching your phone with your thumb, you texted your cousin, asking on her whereabouts.

Not that you’re ungrateful for having her coming down to pick you and Jungkook from the airport, but it would be much easier if she told you beforehand if somehow she couldn’t make it. You would’ve requested an Uber and you’re probably would be home by now. 

“Babe, sit down, please. Maybe there’s a heavy traffic or maybe she left her phone or something. It’s not like we’re waiting for hours anyway. It’s not even an hour yet. So, will you please, don’t stressed out over this, hum?” Grabbing your hand, he patted on his lap, telling you to sit on him.

Engulfing his arm on your waist, he took a breath of your natural smell on your neck and leaving a kiss on the skin. For a married guy, Jungkook is still shameless with showing off his affection on you. Grabbing you, leaving kisses on your face, smelling you. To him it’s an announcement that this girl is mine. 

He sneak a peek on your unanswered texts to your cousin. Seeing you used a lot of emojis and silly meme stickers in your previous conversation with her as you’re scrolling down. 

Adorable ice queen. You rarely replied cute emojis with him. He pouts as he placed his chin on your shoulder. Feeling a little jealous with your cousin.

“No reply yet?” The vibrating sound from Jungkook tickles you but since you’re still stressing over the unanswered text, you ignored it.

He’s now feeling the jet lag starting to kick in. Resting his head on your shoulder, shutting his eyes. When he said you don’t even need a comfortable bed to sleep on, well, it is the complete opposite for him. He just needs you. 

A ping was heard indicating a new message on your phone, and you quickly checked it as a soft laugh coming out from your mouth. Laughing at the meme your cousin sent you. She apologized for not getting out of work earlier because now, she has to face the traffic.

As a truce for her mistake she bought you a dozen of your favorite donuts. 

Jungkook flinched and scrunching his eyes as he felt a movement from you.

“Hey. Sorry, baby.” You noticed the flinched and instantly place a kiss on his cheek. As a token of apology for waking him up. By the groggy grunts, you know he’s awake now. Guilt rushed in you because you know he hates jet lag as it always gets the best of him. You’re scratching his scalp as your other hand is still holding your phone.

“She’ll be here in ten. You’re right, she’s caught in a traffic jam.”

Jungkook just hummed at that because all he wanted right now is to lay down next to you and have a good sleep. Smiling at your husband, you keep scratching the back of his head.

A habit you gained from living with Jungkook. He purrs like a kitten full with milk every time you do that. With one hand you replied to your cousin to just step on the gas like a daredevil she is. 

Your cousin, Suri, is only one year older than you. She’s the mature cousin in many senses but it is always you who she runs to when life is being the big bad wolf.

Like the one when she had to tell her mom - your aunt, that she lost her earrings. They weren’t just any earrings, it was inherited by your grandmama. Being the curious rebel, Suri took them from her mom jewelry box and showing them off at school.

What a way to go when she lost them during recess. In panic, she dragged you and both of you spent hours searching for them in the school yard, at the field (she doesn’t even went to the field), at the cafeteria, basically every nook and cranny of your high school. 

Living just a few houses away, you and Suri were practically attached at the hip, always hanging out together after school, so nobody really questioned why you and Suri was late on that day.

The search was fruitless. Finally she decided to come clean at her mom, which was your earliest idea before the both you dipped your heads into the bushes.

Staying by her side, you comforted her by holding her hand. She was scared shitless and as expected she got a ‘good’ earful nagging from your lovely aunt. But you still stayed by her side, only leaving when she fell asleep, with wet pillow because of the tears and snot. 

Just like highschool, right now you feel the need to be by her side in facing the divorce of her parents. She acted like she was fine when you called last week, from her defeated voice, you know. You know her probably better than she knows herself. 

She was the one who found out that her dad is cheating on her mom. She kept it to herself for months. Months!

Not telling a soul because she’s giving her dad a time or a chance to make things right. Her dad, doesn’t even know his daughter knew. Perhaps she was in denial but not until she broke the news to you. You advised her that she should tell her mom.

Well, clearly she did took your advice because now everyone is here to support your aunt and your cousin. 

From far you can hear a screeching sound which you don’t have to listen carefully to know that it belongs to Suri. She’s loud. Even Jungkook is wide awake now. Blinking like Bambi with his big eyes, his hands are still on your hips. He looks so adorable you can’t help but planting kisses on his nose and his cheeks.

“I’m sorry you have to wake up now. I promise you will have the most wonderful rest at grandma’s. But for now we have to settle with Suri’s car, yeah?” Whispering softly as if you could break him if you speak too loud.

Jungkook just looks so fragile when woken up from a nap. You’re not sure if he managed to catch all the words you just said because he keeps blinking with a slightly parted mouth. You’re so tempted to kiss him silly when suddenly somebody tap your head from the back. It’s Suri. 

“Damn, did I just cockblocked you from kissing him?” She said with a smirk on her face. Her short hair really does look better in person, she was so unsure during your facetime, feeling it would make her head look big.

Getting up from Jungkook, you give her a tight bear hug.

Feeling ignored, Jungkook grabs the end of his hoodie that you’re still wearing.

“Oh Jungkook, my brother! How are you? Man, look at this healthy long black hair. What did you feed him? He looks more buff now” She patted his shoulder like he is her little brother, looking amused at his hair.

“Keep it longer boy, your wife has a long hair kink.” She sends you a wink as if whatever that she just spilled is normal. 

Jungkook tilt his head to you with a wide grin on his face.

“I know, she just doesn’t want to let go of them, her hair pulling game is getting stronger,” he chuckles. He noticed that you have become a lot more touchy especially on his hair ever since he let it grow, long enough to cover his eyes.

And not to mention how you keep on pulling them like your life is hanging on it during your heated sessions. Suri just clapped in amaze at Jungkook’s reply.

The ride was a peaceful one, perhaps Suri is as tired as you are. It's relatively far from the airport to your grandma’s.

You keep glancing out the window to stare at the view. The street is still so familiar with nothing much has changed. Sitting on the passenger seat, you’re devouring the donut from your favorite bakery like a madman because they’re still taste the same. You save some for Jungkook since he already passed out at the back seat. 

The picture of you sitting next to Suri surely brings back your young adulthood memories. Only now with an additional passenger at the back. 

You turn to check on him from time to time. He looks so adorable, you covered him with his hoodie after you took it off from you and his head leans on the window. Suri noticing you keep glancing back, smiles fondly.

“You can sleep with him at the back.” Suri breaks the serenity that lingered in the car.

“No, it’s fine. He’s fine.” Pulling your left leg closer until your knee reaches your chest. A habit of yours every time you’re in a car.

“Seriously, you keep glancing at him like a mom watching her baby sleeps. Does he really can only sleep with you being near to him though?” 

“Yeah, he told me he was completely fine with sleeping alone before he met me. But he couldn’t anymore now.” Smiling so wide you remembered the night Jungkook confessed that.

Suri cooed and dramatically clenched her fist on her chest. “He’s romantic. You used to despise these hopeless romantics” 

“Keyword, used to.” 

Both of you and Suri let out a small laugh, and the smile on her face faded before she let out a sigh. “I missed you. You have no idea how bad it was for me to deal with this shit all by myself.”

You put your hand on her shoulder to comfort her. You know it won’t bring much difference but what else can you do?

“My dad is so stupid, I’m telling you. He asked me to check for his PayPal account when his mistress is still texting him at that time. Imagine how fucked up it was for me? I had to pretend I saw none of her filthy texts.” Suri speaks in a low voice, sounded defeated. 

“I almost broke up with my boyfriend. I keep thinking his ‘I love you’s is as fake as my dad’s when he used it to my mom.” She rubs the bridge of her nose and you listen to her, letting her venting out all of the frustration that she couldn’t do through a video call.

“My mom acted like she’s fine and all. She told me she saw it coming. But she didn’t say shit because of me. How stupid. It’s not like I am a teenager. Hell, they should’ve part ways when we were in high school. At least I get to hang out with the kids from the ‘divorced parents’ club.” 

“No, you were banned from joining clubs because you made a bad joke to one of them kids." You’re trying to lighten up the mood. But it was an exaggerated statement.

“Fuck, yeah I forgot about that one. Well, ain’t I was a troubled child, the sign of a messed up parenting was already there,”

You laugh at that and as the laughter died down, Suri looks at Jungkook through the rear-view mirror for a few seconds before her soft gaze falls on you.

“I pray he treats you right, I pray that your love will never fade. I don’t think I want to get married, not now at least. Love sucks but seeing you two, Lilo, looking this happy, makes me wanna believe in it again.” 

“Lilo? I haven’t heard that nickname in a long time. You either sappy or drunk to call me that,” you giggles at your cousin. Intentionally ignoring the heavy mood because you hate it when your cousin is sad and brooding. Like she’s giving up.

“See, this is what I meant. You, was never serious about love, you hated it more than I do. I thought you’re pranking me when you told me about him. It was me who was in a long relationship but look who’s wearing the ring now,” she slightly punch your shoulder as the car stopped at the red light. 

Unbeknownst to you, the passenger in the back seat is listening to your conversations. 

Jungkook was half awake after he heard laughters and giggles coming from you and Suri. He wants to fall back to sleep but he decided to listen more when you told Suri he couldn’t sleep without you.

Jungkook blushed under his hoodie that he had to pulled to cover his face. He knows he shouldn’t eavesdrop on your conversations with your cousin. Since it sounded intimate when Suri talked to you in a low tone. 

But then again, he couldn’t bring himself to sleep after Suri called you Lilo. He never heard of that name before, and he made a mental note to ask you about it later.

He’s eager to listen more as you and Suri are talking about him right now. When Suri said she prays he treats you right, he wanted to profusely said yes, yes he always hope he’s treating you right. Always trying to be the right man for you, that’s all he wanna be. 

He couldn’t calm his wild heart when he heard his name coming from you, speaking softly.

“Jungkook, is so endearing. I’m sure he had it rough when he first met me. I was mean to him. I shut him out. But he keeps coming back, keep asking me to let him love me properly. Truthfully, at first I was annoyed. I told him he likes the idea of me, not the real me. I keep telling him that he would hate me at the end of the day,” you sigh, thinking back to the day you left him with a hurtful looks on his face. 

Jungkook is screaming internally. No I would never hate you, I can’t hate you. 

He wants to hold you so bad right now. Scrunching his eyes with a heavy exhale coming out of his nose. Jungkook knows his love story wasn’t the greatest love story ever told but it was the most beautiful journey he ever walked into.

From meeting you, getting to know you, rejected by you, multiple times, to the day you finally let him in. And he is still learning new things with you. His heart breaks a little when you think of it that way, because he never thought he had it rough, he never thought of you being mean to him. 

“But he accepts me, all of me. I have no idea how to love so he asked me to learn it together with him. Saying yes to marrying him probably seems reckless and rushing to some but out of so many unsure things in my life, being with him isn’t one of that. Now he has become my home, my wings, my lover” 

Jungkook teared up at your confession. You rarely are the first one to show affection but he knows. He always does. 

After almost an hour drive, Suri slowed the car on the familiar residency. Pulling up her car in front of the beige house, you straighten up your back as you can see a few cars already parked neatly, along the street to your grandma’s house.

The beige coloured wall looks new yet you still recognize it as the house you used to reside when you were a little girl. You noticed familiar figures. Looks like everyone’s here already.

You glanced back and saw Jungkook stretching his arm as his mouth widely opened with a yawn. Suri is already out of the car hugging your other cousins. You help Jungkook fixing his hair and coming out of the car together, before they practically swarms you and engulf you in a big hug. 

Jungkook can feel the warmth from the interactions he got. He really feels bad for not staying longer after the wedding. Otherwise he will get to know your family a bit better. He was awkward at first, but your uncles and aunts didn’t treat him like a stranger and everything that you’re stressed about for weeks disappeared into thin air.

The unnecessary thoughts you and Jungkook had about meeting your Grandmama also gone too. 

Grandmama loves him, she may be slightly senile as she couldn’t quite remember people but she is so comfortable with Jungkook. Oh your grandma, the wrinkles on her skin, her hearing and eyesight are starting to deteriorate.

The moment you walked into the door, you saw her on her favorite couch, kneeling next to her legs, you put your hands on her knees. Informing her that you have arrived safely. She couldn’t hear you properly so Suri told you to speak a little louder.

She hardly recognize you which breaks your heart but it’s partly your fault. You should’ve visited her often. 

Jungkook who was sitting next to you just looks at you and your grandma. Fondness filled in his eyes when he saw your thumb rubs circle on your Grandmama’s knee. 

An act Jungkook always does to you. You introduced Jungkook to her and ever as polite your husband his, he stretched out his both of his hands to your grandma. She held his hand as Jungkook told her that he is your husband.

“Lilo? Lilo’s husband?” Grandmama asking for a confirmation at Jungkook. Jungkook kneels closer to her because she hasn’t let go of his hand. With as much energy her frail body can give, she squeezes his hand. “Lilo, you happy?” Grandmama turns to you as her other hand patted your head.

“Yes, grandma. Very happy.”

Fighting the tears from rolling down your face. This whole situation is very emotional because it’s like she’s giving your marriage a blessing. You regretted for not coming earlier. Jungkook notices how emotional you’ve become and he gives you a reassuring smile.

“Lilo makes me happy, grandma. I’m sorry for not visiting you sooner,” Jungkook squeezed back your grandma’s hand and your heart swelled at him using your childhood nickname. 

The night went so well after the emotional reunion. 

The thing about your big family is nobody is left out. It’s loud because everyone get to talk. Even the shy Jungkook is included. Jungkook have no idea kids love him. The only little kids interaction he managed to survive is Yuna, Taehyung’s baby.

Watching from the kitchen window, you can see your cousin’s children are following him like ducklings, the sight is very endearing.

He is good with kids, he just didn’t know that. He has a lot of stamina to match up with the kids’ energetic nature. He had his rest on the way, and now he is walking around while holding an infant.

You instantly think that he would be an amazing dad. 

“Thinking of having one of those?” Suri speaks up from behind you. Her eyes glued on the kids chasing Jungkook at the yard.

Grandmama once told that Grandpapa wants a big yard for kids to run freely. Now it serves its purpose.

“We haven’t fully discuss about it yet, but we did talked ‘bout it” Your feel your stomach doing a back flip because the idea of mini you and Jungkook running around in the house, tiny hands and feet, giggles and gurgles are so, so, so tempting but you’re not sure if Jungkook wants that as much as you do.

Your marriage is still on the early stage. 

As if Suri can read your mind she turns to you to help you stacked up the clean plates. “What’s there to discuss? If you both want kids, then let it happen. I’m pretty sure Jungkook wants them as much as you do.” 

Biting your lower lip, thinking how should you break your desire to Jungkook. “Yea, I guess.” Turning off the faucet, you and Suri walks to the living room.

You and Jungkook decided to stay a night at your grandma’s before spending the rest of the week at your parents’ house. Jungkook feels like he has a lot to catch up with Grandmama. But since it’s already late into the night and Grandmama needs her rest, Jungkook would have to settle down with you and spend the day with her tomorrow. 

Jungkook was given a mini tour of the house before you stopped at your used to be bedroom. It wasn’t big now but it felt huge when you were a little kid. 

You took a shower first before Jungkook because that man takes forever when he’s in the bathroom. Seriously, he could spend an hour doing whatever it is inside it. 

After showering, you sprawl on the cozy bed. Looks like someone been tidying the room, you might have to ask Suri later. You turn around to face Jungkook who is sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Babe, c’mere please, I need you,” you groggily calling him. Jungkook chuckles softly as he crawls hastily to you. Like a dog being offered the bone. This sight could be mistaken as lust but right now, with his bunny grin and and bouncy long hair? He is just so adorable. 

“Okay Lilo, tell me, why am I just found out about Lilo now? Lilo?” Raising his brows as he hovers above you. You let out a soft giggles as you place your hands on his chest, creating a space between you and he pouted at that.

“Truthfully I forgot about that name. Because, only my closest family call me that.” Jungkook hums at that and you can feel the vibration from his chest.

“Back off Kook, you’re suffocating me.”

He whines when you pushed him but he clings back to you like a koala on your side. His legs trapping your legs as his hand sprawled on your stomach. 

“Why Lilo?” He speaks softly.

Confused at your husband sudden ministrations, your turns to face him. “Why are you suddenly so clingy?” You raise one brow to him before he tightens his hold on your stomach. Leaving wet smooches on your neck, your jaw and your cheek.

“Let me love my wife. Come on, you didn’t answer me. Why Lilo? Is it related to Lilo and Stitch?”

You place your hand on his cheek. 

"Yes, it is indeed related to Lilo and Stitch. They call me Lilo because I… Okay promise you won’t laugh first.” You giggle thinking about the silly reason behind your nickname.

“What, babe. Don’t keep me hanging. I won’t laugh.” 

Propping his hand, he grabs you closer. “Stop giggling, tell me.” Jungkook pinches your cheek with his other hand.

“It’s because I used to make voodoos with spoons. Just like Lilo.” You cover your face with your hands. Jungkook lets out the loudest laugh and after realizing that maybe you’re embarrassed by that, he toned it down a little.

“You promised you won’t laugh! Asshole." You smack his arm.

“I said I won’t laugh, I didn't promise anything,” he talks back at you while sticking his tongue out.

“Trying to be a smartass now? Get away from me, I’m sleeping with grandma” You wiggle your body so you could get out from his leg. He laughs even harder as he tightens his hold, not wanting to let you go.

“Awe but why? Tell me more? How did you do it, voodoo queen” 

Jungkook pulls your hands that covered your face, and he kisses the fingers and your palms.

“Kids were mean to me, telling me that my parents doesn’t love me, because I’m living with grandma and grandpa. So, coming home after school, I would grab a spoon and draw a face on it with crayons. Stop snickering Jungkook, it was so hard for me back then.” You pouted at him. 

“Awe I’m sorry, I’m sorry you had a rough childhood. My poor baby,” he patted your hair like he’s coaxing a child. “Who are they? Want me to beat them? I have black belt in taekwondo, let me use my strength.” He said with a serious face. He wouldn’t.

“Jungkook it was a long time ago, and we were kids,” you smile fondly at him, feeling protected though you know he has the softest heart of them all. 

“I forgot their names let alone their faces. Never choose violence, Kook, what if some kids bullied our babies, you're gonna beat them?” You trace your finger on his tensed brows, and they’re soften at your touch.

Actually his whole face softened and lit up simultaneously at your remarks.

“Our babies?" he utter. The words rolling on his tongue so smoothly.

"Say it again, love.” He nuzzles his nose on your neck. Oh, the idea of having a baby with you, drives him wild. 

You on the other hand is giggling at his actions, you’re a bit ticklish on your neck. And when he bites and sucks the sensitive skin, you let out a breathy moan “Our-babies”. Damn Jeon Jungkook.

“Kook,” you speak as softly as you can.

“Hmm,” he lapped on the abused area, purple and dark pink are subtly forming and surely they will be darker marks by tomorrow morning.

Still latching on your neck he pulls himself with one hand holding him up, the other hand is roaming your body. From your arms, to your belly, before settling by the hip. His thumb is caressing your soft skin.

His dark wavy locks is tickling your chin and you had enough, grabbing his face with both hands as you bring him closer. Noses touching and his lips are wet from biting, with hooded eyes but still carrying the fondness in them, his breathing is becoming more labored and so do you.

“We shouldn’t, Grandmama is sleeping next door,” you either telling that to him or to yourself because from the way you’re licking your lower lip, you don’t want him to stop.

Jungkook knows you, you wanted him to convince you that whatever you’re about to do is okay, he will be the bad guy for you.

“Grandmama’s hearing is a bit-” before he can finish you smacked his chest.

“Don’t say it, it’s the age factor. Don’t be so mean!” You whisper harshly.

“Ouch, okay I’m sorry, I shouldn’t put it that way, but she won’t wake up. We’re not gonna bother her." He assumed.

"So, you my darling, have to be quiet,” he smirks as he winks at you. 

“Yeah? Kiss me already,” you pulls him down so his lips crash on yours. It is lustful, it is messy, but Jungkook always takes it slow. He’s a bit sentimental when it comes to making love with you.

You’re so different, you want it hard. Biting his lower lip as you tug it, a silent pleading for him to move faster. He chuckles at your impatience.

“Always rushing, princess. I’m not going anywhere.” His tongue skillfully breaking into your mouth, dominating the kiss. You let him. Your hand which was on his neck now grabbing his hair.

Feeling his soft hair through your fingers before you pulled them. He moaned into your mouth and he pulls away, bearing his neck to you as he lets his head thrown back gravitating to your pull. Eyes closed and he looks like he’s high on ecstasy named you. “Ahhh princess-”

“Shh! Keep it down.” You immediately leaving marks on his neck and noticing the position is making you uncomfortable, you pushed him until he lays on his back. Straddling his lap, you dive back to his neck, continuing the abuse.

Jungkook can’t keep his hands to himself as he quickly pulling up your shirt with struggle as you’re both are chest to chest. He rested his palm on your belly before grabbing your breast. He kneads the soft flesh and it illicit another moan from you. What a sight for Jungkook. You arched your back and gasped at the feeling of his dick poking your ass. Hard. Shakily putting your hands on his chest, you grind on his dick. 

Jungkook almost cum in his pajama pants at this feeling. The view of you getting off on his clothed member, is making him insane. Your hips moving forward and backward making a tasty fraction, it feels good but it is not enough.

You keep biting your lips until it becomes swollen, and he swears he can feel you soaking your panties already with the wet feeling he felt. “Come on baby, cum like this,” He commands with a deep voice.

“Nnggh- Kook, I can’t- need you” You scrunch your eyes and your movements is getting slower. You’re exhausted.

“Yes, you can. Come on baby, come on.” Jungkook gritted his teeth as he can feel your ass snug his dick perfectly. Noticing that your movement is getting faltered, he grips on your hips, and helps you picking up the pace. Surely will leave another bruising marks there. You whimper because the sensation is overwhelming.

Feeling the knot under your stomach is getting tighter and your pussy keeps on clenching on nothing. Only letting out more gush of slick.

"Ahh Kook, close! I’m cumin-” the knot snapped and all you can see is white. Your breathing is getting more erratic before you completely fell down to his chest. He rubs you back lovingly but his hard dick is still poking you.

Jungkook prioritize your desire first before his and he kisses your head softly. With limping hands you got up pressing his chest once again.

“Take it off, take it all off,” your fingers grabbing the hem of his shirt and pull the material off while he frantically pushing down his pants and his boxer. He helps you taking off your bra as well before he starts swirling his lips on your perk nipple.

A tug and you moan deliciously, he moves on to you other nipple, paying as much attention as he did with the first one. He throw off your pants and panties and god knows where they lands in this room. 

Pulling you up, he leans on the headboard. He instantly plunged two fingers into your hole and you’re clenching so hard, making he whines. It’s starting to get hot and steamy as you two letting out breathy moan. Still straddling him, you blindly grab his dick with your hand, pumping it up and down.

“Enough, just wanna be inside you, now!” Jungkook aligned his member to your hole. Putting your hands on his shoulders, you slowly sinking down on him.

Choking and moan in unison as you both adjust to the position. With head thrown back, you sob because Jungkook is big and no matter how many times you fuck, it still feels like your first time. 

Sensing your discomfort he stays still.

“Kook, why are you so big?” You’re mumbling incoherent words.

“Yeah? I’m big? Taking my cock so well. Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. Come on baby, bounce on my cock” he grunts as your walls keeps on fluttering. His rolling hips and his dirty talks are making you seeing stars. A whining mess and your cunt is clenching him like a vice.

“Stop clenching so hard baby, I might cum soon, we don’t want that, right?” he warns with a bite on your shoulders and he switches the position with you now laying on your back, dick still hard inside you.

He keeps up the pace and moaned so loud as he can see the way his dick pistons in and out of your pussy.

“Creamed so hard on my cock, baby, you’re so wonderful.” His hands on your waist with your heels digging his ass.

“Faster, faster. Please, please, please,” you’re chanting, ignoring that somebody might hear you because Jungkook is hitting it right. 

The squeaking bed and the loud skin slap are echoing in the room.

So much of keeping quiet.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Baby, let’s have kids, huh. Let’s have them,” he spreads his palm on your lower belly. Already thinking you carrying a child, his child, how you would look like with a swollen belly.

Fuck, motherhood would look good you. With that thought he trusts harder and faster. You whine and scratch his back as the pace was intensified. Jungkook hiss on both sensation, the sting on his back and how your walls grip his dick tighter at the mention of having a kid.

“Yes, yes, yes. Let’s have a baby- nnnghh Kook, shit shit” Your body jolted when Jungkook suddenly flicks his thumb at your clit. Pushing you to the edge. And you trashed so wild under him as you feel your bliss is approaching.

“Cumming- Baby I’m cumming nghhh Kook, don’t stop” letting him know before you finally let go. Feeling buzzed as Jungkook keep on trusting in and out of you, dragging your high.

“Gonna cum in so deep, gonna make make you swole with a baby. Mine, mine, all mine” Jungkook chanted as his pace is getting sloppy, chasing his own high. Warm ribbons of cum spurted inside your pussy as you milk him dry. 

The only sounds that you’re hearing right now is a buzzing, and how you two are breathing so heavily. He falls down next to you with his arm snaking around your waist. His breathing is fanning your neck before he left a kiss on your cheek. You're pushing his hair back from his sweaty forehead while he also helps you with your untangled hair.

“I’m serious,” Jungkook grabs your chin to make you look at him. Gone already the lust and the dark in his eyes, now replaced with pools of galaxies.

“About having a baby?" You asked.

"Yeah, me too,” you smile sweetly at him and he grins so wide, if you could list the most beautiful look on Jeon Jungkook’s face, one of it was when you said yes after he proposed. When you walked down the aisle, your first sex with him, and right now.

“Thank you, baby. You have no idea how happy I am right now,” he kisses your whole face.

“I thought you don’t want kids yet, since, well, since we never really discuss about it seriously.” You said softly, putting your head on his chest with finger tracing the skin. In contrast to your heated session, after sex is always soft and calm.

“You silly, of course I want them. I thought you’re the one who is not ready yet, because yea, I never wear condom whenever we made love, but you’re always on the pills, so I assumed you don’t want one, yet, and I also don’t wanna push you,” he whispers softly. You sigh, the way he uses the words “made love” and not sex. Instead of ‘let’s fuck’ it’s ‘let me love you’, and how can you not keep falling for this man. He is disgustingly nerdy and sweet and lovely.

“I will consult my doctor for the pills and we start from there okay?” You glance up, making a promise to him and he nods excitedly like a child.

“Come on up, pee-pee first. Always pee after love making.” Jungkook patted on your bare ass before he got up to carry you to the bathroom. 

Usually you’re woken up everyday to a big pair of warm hands rubbing circles either on your back or on your belly. Some mornings, the same hands just played with your head, the long fingers ran through the hair with a little pressure. Massaging the scalp. Some mornings, the hands get extra playful when they tickled your nose, your neck, your waist, poking the inside of your ears or pinched your cheeks.

These assaults always resulted in the owner of the hands winning. How can you beat the strength of a man with doe eyes, silly bunny grins and his boyish laugh?

His laugh booming in the room like a heavenly sound. But today, you woke up on your own. No hands. No head massage. No tickles.

Where is your husband? Is he showering? There’s no sound of water hitting the tiles. His phone is still charging by the bedside, he never let go of his phone. Strange. 

You freshened up before you leave the room to check on grandmama. But she’s not in her room too, well, considering the time and she’s an early riser, she’s probably somewhere around the house anyway.

Just as you thought you were left alone, you heard a very familiar giggles. They come from the outside of the house, and your feet are following the sounds.

A smile adorns on your face as you can see the backs of the most important people in your life sitting side by side. Both of them are facing the backyard garden.

You come closer and you can clearly see her wrinkled hands on top of his. He pulled his head back and laughing like a little kid, while she held onto his hands lovingly. Her laugh, though soft, can be heard along with his. 

You wanted to soak this moment in your brain so you could remember this for years and years. How the morning sunshine makes everything more picturesque, how his broad shoulders shakes when he laughs, how she leans on a chair, as old as she is.

Her brown chair, bought along with his husband’s big chair. The spot which was left empty ever since he passed away, and you wonder how lonely it is for her to be sitting there alone every morning and every evening.

You stood silently by the sliding door, not wanting to break the moment as so many sentimental memories flooding your mind. 

“Hey, babe? Good morning,” said the man as he turns around to face you. Wide smile on his face, post-laughing puffy cheeks.

“Good morning, Lilo” said another voice as she struggles to turn around. You don’t want her to strain her back so you immediately move to sit next to her legs. Kneeling closer like you always did, like a little girl listening to her favorite stories, you place your palm on her knees.

“Good morning, Grandmama. You had a good sleep?” Still not used to speaking louder to her. Brushing your hair she smiles fondly, “yes, yes”

“Where’s my good morning?” Pouted the man next to her. 

“Yes, Jungkook. Good morning to you too,” you roll your eyes playfully. 

If it’s not Grandmama’s hands holding him, Jungkook would have touched you, peppering you with kisses because it is his morning routine. 

But he woke up early today, because he guessed Grandmama is already up and he wanted to spend time with her. He was right, the moment he stepped out of the room, Grandmama was walking slowly to the chair outside of the house.

The lady who Jungkook assumed as the maid which Suri told you about last night, is plating a tray of toast and tea for her. 

Jungkook moves to help Grandmama settles on her chair before she insisted him to sit next to her. 

“That’s Grandpapa’s chair.” You jutting your chin at him, whispering but he can still hear you.

“Really?” Jungkook flustered because Grandmama really insisted him to sit on it and now knowing that this seat belongs to Grandpapa, he feels even more honored. 

“What are you two laughing about just now?” You glanced up to face your grandma with big eyes. Grandmama just chuckles and you can see your husband is biting his lips trying to hold back his laughter.

“Just, reminiscing old memories, sweetheart,” Grandmama replied. 

“Apparently, someone really hates wearing pants since she was a little girl. Humm, Grandmama did you know she still refuses to wear pants sometimes?” Jungkook leans closer to Grandmama’s ears as if they both are sharing some secrets. Pretending that you’re not even there.

With shocking wide eyes and gaping mouth, you knew exactly who is that little girl. It’s you. Grandmama just told Jungkook about your unhealthy habit, great, now Jeon Jungkook can collect another material into his teasing box.

“Did not!”  You gasp and giving your Grandmama a betrayal look. 

“What was she’s like back then? Running around naked? She’s a wild one isn’t she?” Both of them are ignoring you and Jungkook keep on firing questions to Grandmama.

You’re pretty sure the blush on your cheeks are from controlling the anger you have towards your husband right now. Definitely not because of embarrassing. Nope.

Seeing Grandmama laughing at both of you is making your heart swell. Your eyes land on her hands that has been holding Jungkook’s ever since you saw them. You were worried for nothing, and guilt is starting to creep on you as you were initially do not plan on bringing Jungkook along. 

Because first, you’re worried for him. Jungkook is not used to your family which is again, your fault. You didn’t properly introduce him to your family, not traditionally-proper. It’s not like you’re breaking the norms or rebelling or anything. It’s just you don’t feel that is necessary.

As long as you love each other, that’s all that matters. But you worried nevertheless. Worried they might not include him, what if Jungkook is uncomfortable because, dear god, Jungkook will never let you know if he’s feeling bothered. Very much like you, now taste your own medicine.

Secondly, it’s Grandmama, she has never met Jungkook, and yes, she is lovely but what if she suddenly doesn’t approve of him? That would break his heart. 

Now you realize that you’re worried for nothing, everyone loves him. How can they not? 

“I wanna take a short nap, you two can stay here.” Your Grandmama reaches for her cane as her wobbly legs trying to stand up. The maid rushed out to help her before Jungkook was about to carry her himself.

“You don’t have to carry and old lady like me, just carry your wife,” your Grandmama chuckles as she slowly walks back to her room. 

Jungkook rubs the back of his neck and sigh, he doesn’t mind carrying Grandmama. He once saw his dad carried his grandma on his back and he wanted to do that too. Shifting his gaze back on you who is still staring at him.

“Hey, the girl who hates pants,” Jungkook smirks cheekily. Here comes your Jungkook. “Wow I have no idea you hate pants. No wonder you don’t wanna wear one all the time. Oh wow,” he faked gasp at the fact. Mocking you.

“I will burn all of your pants the moment we got back, Kook,” words are seething through your teeth as you faked threatening him. 

“I don’t mind that, we can be pant-less together,” Jungkook leans back to the chair as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath of the morning air. 

You're sitting next to him, only managed to stare at his beauty.

“Stop staring and come closer, please. I’m yours, you can touch me.” He said. Of course he caught you staring at him.

“I didn’t stare!” You blush.

“Put your head on my shoulder. Let me bask in this glory morning with my wife,” Jungkook speaks softly as he pulls your head closer to his shoulder. And you let him.

Feeling his steady breathing, cold cups of tea, half eaten toast, his humming of an unknown song, his hands on top of yours, a kiss on your head, and you really deeply seriously madly in love with this man. 

“By the way, Grandmama heard us last night, she said good job and she wants to see great-grandchildren real soon,” Jungkook said in a monotonous voice as if it’s nothing. 

Well, shit.

[livhowlett]

I don't of anyone has notice but there's an 'Amazing Mr.Fell" poster in the magic shop

Right over Crowley/David's shoulder

[limitedanomalies]

So Oliver's b/w photo of Ryan was from this scene.

[mizgnomer]

Behind the Scenes of Good Omens Season 2

from the X-Ray Bonus Features on Amazon Prime

[ Part One ] [ Part Two ] [ Part Three ] [ Part Four ] [ Part Five ]

[grahamdolce]

Hannibal season 3 behind the scenes

[strangegremlin]

How it feels walking out of the final you absolutely bombed

[peekaboo6293]

them lol

[jkvjimin]

seven days a week; jungkook's birthday countdown ↳ tue: a concert close to my heart

[smittenskitten]

how to find fellow time traveler. tell them about your favorite unreleased BTS song

[jeonfics]

birthday boy | jjk

pairing: husband!jk x wife!reader

genre: married couple au

warnings: lots of touching, fluff, mentions of sex, clingy jk, whiny jk, kisses, he says baby a lot, just overall soft moments

word count: 2.6k

a/n: hiiiii this is my very first fic/drabble i’ve ever written and posted. my writing skills aren’t the best but i hope you enjoy 🥹 i hope to make more stories in the future. this is also all fiction and in no means am i trying to relate this to the members irl🫶🏽

“okay he should be coming home any minute now so you guys need to hide,” you say to all of your in laws. you check jungkook’s destination on your phone and he’s 1 minute away from the house.

his parents, older brother’s: jin, yoongi, hoseok, and namjoon, and their spouses and kids go to your back patio that you all decorated for the party. jimin and taehyung wanted to pull a prank on jungkook first but there was no time for that since jungkook was coming any second now.

ever since you and jungkook had moved from Busan a year ago, he hadn’t seen his family that entire time. you on the other hand, have some family in the states. you guys also couldn’t go to Busan because of work. jungkook yearned to see his family although he called and facetimed them almost everyday.

you hear the sound of jungkook’s car outside parking in the garage. soon after, his keys are opening the front door.

“baby i’m home!” jungkook says out loud as you get up from the couch in the living room hurrying to him at the front door.

“hi! how was work?” you say cheerfully as he takes off his shoes and you take his bag.

“eh. the same. you weren’t at the porch today?” he pouts, a look of sadness and confusion written all over his face because you always wait for him at the porch when he comes back home from work.

“sorry i was doing something,” you say hoping he doesn’t think too much about it. he only nods but when he finishes taking off his shoes he begins to notice the light makeup on your face and the outfit you’re wearing. its just a new floral patterned dress you recently got. you paired it with a necklace and matching earrings. it’s nothing special but definitely something you wouldn’t normally wear at home. you also styled your hair because you wanted to look presentable for the party tonight. you also didn’t have work today and did tell jungkook you’d be at home all day, so he knows you didn’t go out. he ogles at you and grabs you by the waist. you squirm at the sudden movement.

“baby, who told you to look so beautiful?” he asks you while looking at your lips leaning in for a kiss. you know that look on his face but you stop him with your hands on his chest. he’s taken aback by your reaction because it’s also something you normally wouldn’t do- refraining from a kiss.

you see the confusion on his face again, this time he furrows his brows.

“uhm i just wanted to dress up. i was getting bored.”

“you look gorgeous baby. don’t worry you won’t be bored for long,” he winks and leans in for another kiss. you stop him again. not because you don’t want to kiss, but because his family is definitely watching you guys from the back patio near the living room. the doors are made of glass and although they are hiding in the dark, you know they are definitely peeking at you two. you get shy and flustered by the thought of his parents seeing you two like this so you quickly remove his arms from your waist and head towards the kitchen.

“baby what happened? are you mad at me?” he says pouting. it hurts you that he may be thinking if he did anything wrong. he could never do anything wrong. jungkook has always showered you with nothing but love for the past year of your marriage and last 6 years of your relationship.

“no of course not. you just need to wash up first.” you say as a lame excuse for him to not touch you. you know if jungkook starts touching and kissing you things get heated real quick. and you certainly cannot let that happen now.

“but you always give me kisses everyday after work. sometimes a bit more” he winks. “and my birthday’s in two hours,” he whines, his doe eyes looking like a puppy, lips in a pout and frown. “i had such a long day today all i could think about was the bomb ass birthday se-“

“jungkook!” you quickly cut him off. your cheeks gone full red because of the embarrassment. you’re most definitely sure everyone heard that. you panic internally because the thought of his parents hearing that leaves you extremely embarrassed. not to mention, the kids are outside too, and you definitely do not want them wondering what sex is. you and jungkook have this thing where you’re not clingy or touchy around each other’s families. not because you’re scared they’d judge you or something but because you both like doing it in private, when it’s just the two of you. pda isn’t really your guy’s thing.

“aw come on baby. why are you getting so shy for” he laughs. “it’s just me and you here. please just tell me what i did wrong. is it cuz i left this morning while you were still asleep. i was running late and i didn’t wanna wake you because you had cramps last night and it’s the beginning of the month so your period might be coming and-“

“no no jungkook you didn’t do anything wrong. just please hurry and go wash up. then we’ll eat dinner,” you cut him off as you push him towards the stairs. you know the more words that comes out of his mouth, the more embarrassing it’ll be for the both of you. you’ll just let him take a shower before everyone surprises him.

“let’s take a shower together. you know, i had a really reallyyy loooong day and you can help me relieve some tension baby. tomorrow is my birthday after all.” he repeats, using the birthday card to try and convince you while you’re still pushing him towards the stairs. your silence says it all so he quickly retreats, turns around and grabs you by the waist. he carries you up and then places you on the kitchen counter. he stands between your legs, hands brushing your thigh as they slowly slide up under your dress.

“oh my gosh jungkook not now! put me down!” you whisper loudly. he’s confused why you’re whispering so he stops playing with your thighs. you push him away and quickly jump off the counter. you hurry to the living room but he’s faster. he grabs your wrists and pulls you towards him. he holds you with one hand on your waist while the other on the side of your face, thumb gently caressing your cheek. you turn your head to the side and you can clearly spot some of his brothers and their wives hiding behind the chairs and bushes. you only look for a few seconds but you still see them covering their kid’s eyes. “great” you think. you then turn back to jungkook and push his arms away from you. he’s always clingy but of course not when family are around. he doesn’t know that yet.

“baby i’m sorry but you know i can’t hold back when you look this hot. i was gonna wait for tonight but seeing you all dressed up for me,” he licks his lips leaning towards your face, “i was hoping for us to start now,” he says in his sultry voice that almost makes you risk it all.

luckily you’re saved from the embarrassment when taehyung slides the glass door to your back patio and enters the living room. “hate to break it to you but you can’t be so horny tonight baby.” jimin follows and says while laughing, “yeah baby, don’t mean to ruin the fun but you’ve got company.” they both mock jungkook. you laugh out loud, only now realizing how many times jungkook has called you baby ever since he stepped foot in the house.

jungkook releases his hands from you, his eyes go wide as he’s surprised by who’s in front of him. he then runs to hug his brothers. they all jump while hugging. you watch them with the biggest smile on your face. moments later, jungkook stretches out one of his arm for you to join, which you gladly do. the four of you are all circled in a tight hug, jumping up and down in the little circle. reunited after one long year, this is definitely a moment to take in.

“what’re you guys doing here? no one told me you were coming?” jungkook asks as you all slowly release each other from the hug.

“happy early birthday!” jimin says while ruffling jungkook’s hair.

“it was all y/n’s idea. we just wanted to surprise you little bro,” taehyung said as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“surprise!” you say with a big smile on your face looking at jungkook.

jungkook looks at you and quickly lifts you up, spinning you around. “thank you thank you thank you!!” he gives you a big fat kiss on the lips as he puts you back down. you laugh after. finally he gets to kiss you.

“anything for you, you big baby,” you say pinching his cheeks. he gets slightly embarrassed of the word now because he gets remembered of everything he said and did ever since he came home.

he turns to his brothers pointing his fingers at them. “you guys heard nothing.”

your cheeks turn pink from embarrassment. his brothers look at you while laughing. you cover your face with your hands hiding from your embarrassed face. they’re not the only one who heard everything, you three think.

“aw come on stop laughing. it was nothing funny,” jungkook says to the guys as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“well we’re not the only ones who found it funny” jimin winks at jungkook while taehyung bites his fist in his teeth holding himself from excessively laughing.

“w-what do you mean?” jungkook looks at you three confusedly. “who else heard?”

“close your eyes okay?” you say softly to him and he looks at you in confusion but complies nonetheless. you take his hand and slowly guide him to your back patio. jimin slides the door open while taehyung turns on the fairy lights you set up earlier today. it brightens up the entire patio space. jungkook can sense the change in lighting and squints his eyes.

“no peeking!” you exclaim and cover his eyes with your right hand. the other hand still holding onto jungkook so he doesn’t fall or get hurt. some of your nieces and nephews giggle. everyone is already out of their hiding spots and waiting to surprise jungkook.

“baby what did i just hear?” jungkook asks.

“you’ll see on the count of three okay?”

you look around and make sure everything is in place. all of the tablewear, flowers, candles and jungkook’s favorite foods displayed neatly on the long table. in the back near the pool are his cake and favorite desserts on the dessert table, and his gifts set on a different table. you even bought a cute bunny piñata because the kids (and jungkook) would definitely love it. your theme for today was just a nice, comfy, and chill outdoor party and with the help of your in-laws you were able to achieve that. it was everything you pictured~something you knew jungkook would love.

you nod at everyone so they were ready. you release your hands from jungkook’s face.

“okay 3…2…1…”

“SURPRISE!!!” you and everyone yell to jungkook when he opens his eyes. he opens his mouth wide in shock and immediately runs to hug his parents.

“i missed you guys sooo much.”

“we know sweetie. we did too.” his mom says and kisses his cheek.

“happy birthday son. we’re so proud of you.” his dad says shortly after.

you see jungkook’s eyes glistening and he looks like he’s on the verge of tears. you knew how much he missed his family and seeing them after so long would definitely make him feel emotional. he hugs his brothers and their spouses after, and then all of his nieces and nephews.

“i can’t believe you guys are all here. this doesn’t feel real. thank you guys seriously. this is the best birthday gift i could’ve asked for.”

you’re all touched by jungkook’s words. he has worked hard non stop all his life but seeing him now following his dream and working on things he is so passionate about is even more admiring. leaving everything behind back home was an extremely difficult decision for him. when he got the job offer in New York for one of the biggest gaming companies in the world, he was stoked, but knowing that he’d have to leave his family, his home, behind him was definitely not an exciting feeling. he was extremely grateful though to have you by his side but he did feel bad that you had to leave everything behind too, even though you constantly reminded him that wherever he is, you are there too. jungkook waited for the day he’d see his family again, so he looks at everyone taking in this joyous feeling.

“don’t thank us honey, your beautiful wife planned all of this. you are truly lucky to have y/n by your side.” you gush at his mom’s words and let out a soft “thank you” to her going over to give her a hug.

jungkook comes over to you and smiles so endearingly you feel like crying because how can your husband look so precious. he pulls you in a tight hug and whispers “i’m so lucky.”

the rest of the night is spent beautifully with everyone eating, singing, dancing, laughing, and partying. jungkook is having so much fun with his family and you look at him fondly with the biggest smile plastered on your face. how did you get so lucky to have such an amazing and caring husband, along with a beautiful family who adores you just as much as you do them.

when you go back inside to the kitchen to grab more drinks, you feel a light smack to your butt. you gasp turning around and finding your husband with a smirk on his face that you know too well. he pulls you to the corner where no one can see you guys through the glass doors.

jungkook lifts you up and hugs you so tight you start giggling. “thank you so much baby. i really don’t know what i did to deserve you. but just know i will continue to spend everyday of my life loving you and caring for you. you seriously don’t know how much you mean to me y/n.”

“i do jungkook, i do know and you mean the world to me and more,” you say as he settles you back down. you cup his face and pull him in a chaste kiss that’s sweet and tender. the one where all sounds are blocked and it’s just the two of you. he deepens the kiss and pulls you in closer, one hand on your waist, the other on your nape. you pull back not too long and stare at him, fingers brushing his soft, fluffy hair that’s parted in the middle. “i love you so much my love. happy birthday.”

[trivia-yandere]

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it's valentine's day and even though your (arranged) husband has spent thousands on gifts, all you can think about is who he spends the other 364 nights with. @whipwhoops @sweetempathprunetree @momnomnom @investedreader @bloodline1632 @ @darkuni63 @babycandy111

word count: 7.612

warning: smut, oral sex (f/m), face-slapping, ass-slapping, unprotected sex, creamie, fingering, rough sex, dirty talking, degradation, dirty talk, mentioning of affairs, alcohol intake, deep throating, gagging,

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“I want a divorce.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

You and Taehyung speak at the same time. Taehyung’s once boxy-like grin slowly drops into a frown. His arm - that was raised for you to take his hand - falls.

“Excuse me?” Taehyung’s deep voice speaks as silence falls around the bedroom. He was expecting you to be excited with everything he’s done around the home. To jump with joy and be ecstatic. Asking for a divorce was the last thing on his mind. 

Your eyes flicker from Taehyung’s to around the bedroom. You weren’t accustomed to having Taehyung be home around this time - he usually comes later into the day. Maybe today being a holiday had him coming home sooner. You want to laugh.

The bedroom is large and now full of flowers all lining up against the walls. Your large bed that you often slept in alone - unless Taehyung came home - is full of rose petals. There’s balloons high into the ceiling, all different shades of pink, red and white.

“You put a lot of effort into coming home today.” you respond, deciding to ignore his question.

Taehyung drops his arm and inhales deeply, his frown slowly deepening. His dark eyes now look straight at you and now you can recognize the man you married.

“Why wouldn’t I come home today?” Taehyung questions. “It’s Valentine’s Day.”

“I’m aware.” you say. “I think we should divorce.”

This time, Taehyung knits his brows as you repeat yourself. You wanted to laugh at the look on his face but decide against it. 

“Why…would we do that?” Taehyung says, taking a step towards you. “Where did you even get that thought from.”

Taehyung proceeds to go deeper into the room to sit on a reclining chair. His legs are spread apart as he watches you. “I did all of this for you.” he says, waving a hand around the room. “Thousands on gifts and-”

“And I want a divorce.” you repeat. “We’re married-”

“-because it both benefits us to be together!” Taehyung interrupts, slamming his hand against the chair’s arm. “Stop speaking nonsense, Y/N, please.”

You scoff at his words. Of course he would think that, and you cannot be angered because he was right. You and Taehyung weren’t together out of love or affection. You and he weren’t a couple before marriage, and you had met him a few times before the two of you were wed. it was purely out of financial gain and nothing else.

“What more do you want, Y/N?” Taehyung snickers with a shake of his head, in disbelief of the way you’re acting. “I allow you to sit at home and spend all my money.”

Your eyes widen at the man. “The only reason why you’re taken seriously is because of my family-”

“Your family what?” Taehyung snaps back, leaning forward in the seat. “Name? All your family had was a name before I came in and saved the day!” he hisses. “You all were broke. Bankrupt. All you have is a good name. You,” Taehyung points a finger at you.”would be nothing without me!”

Maybe it was rude for Taehyung to mention the past and vice versa, yet you two were engaged in a heated argument. Taehyung felt as though you didn’t appreciate him and what he’s done for your family. He didn’t do it alone. It was a secret that your family was broke, but unlike Taehyung, your family name was a powerful one regardless.

Taehyung’s words are laced with venom when he yells at you and for a moment, you’re left stunned. You shouldn’t be - he was right after all. But you wouldn’t be yourself if you didn’t bark back.

“Nothing just like those whores you surround yourself with?” you bite back, voice lowering. You turn away, your eyes looking around at the decorations and gifts surrounding the room.

Taehyung is silent for a moment, his mind replaying your words.

“Is that what this is about?” Taehyung questions, his own voice softening. “Are you jealous?”

“Don’t piss me off, Taehyung.” you snap. “I’ll never be jealous of whatever whores you fuck.”

Taehyung begins to chuckle, shaking his head. “It’s obvious you are.” he says, now more content that he knows what your true problem was. “You aren’t a child, Y/N. I cannot be here to attend to your every waking need.”

You scoff again, shaking your head. You turn away from Taehyung and go towards the bed. You brush the flower petals away, uncaring about anything else the man has to say. 

“I’m here now.”

Taehyung’s voice is suddenly closer and it catches you off guard completely. You turn around and yelp when he’s directly behind you, eyes watching as you fall onto the bed.

“I’m here now…” Taehyung murmurs again.  “...I’m a busy man, Y/N. You know this.”

You inhale, biting the inside of your cheek. 

“I…know.” you murmur back, your body heating.

Taehyung’s and your relationship was…different. Again, you and he weren’t wed out of love. You and him shared a simple kiss at your wedding, mainly for appearances. Your honeymoon was only spent with one sexual night, the both of you drunk and you’re unsure if you truly remember it.

Taehyung himself is handsome and maybe this is why you often find yourself jealous when he goes elsewhere instead of to you. You weren’t a fool, and oftentimes you’d notice the man smelling of (cheap) perfume when he did come home, or little gloss on his clothing that always caught your eye.

“You’re still my wife.” Taehyung steps closer to you as you sit up a bit. “You can…tell me what you want of me.” he says with a tilt of his head. “What do you want?”

You inhale a bit, trailing your eyes away from Taehyung. Your body heats again and you feel embarrassed by just thinking about what you wanted from him. It shouldn’t be far fetched that you, his wife, wanted to spend more time with him. You didn’t want to be trapped in a loveless marriage and you truly did want to make the most of it. 

“Do you sleep with other women?” you question, not answering his question at all. You needed to know this before you asked anything of him.

Taehyung clicks his tongue, his eyes watching you, unblinking. Your question doesn’t catch him off guard now. He understands that you weren’t dumb. He doesn’t do much to hide what he does, as heinous as it sounds. 

However, Taehyung never thought what he was doing was wrong. You were a good wife. You cooked often and the home was always clean when he came home, no matter how many times he suggested a maid. When he needed you by his side for important events, you’d comply and allow him to hold you close and show you off.

Yet, you never made any move towards him. You never questioned him until now, nor showed interest when he’d come home at all hours of the night. When he came into bed, you would allow him to cuddle up against you when he was dozing off to sleep, yet showed no interest in doing anything with him - and he wasn’t going to make a move that would make you uncomfortable. This wasn’t a marriage of love, only necessity. Did that mean you and he couldn’t grow to that point? No. Neither of you just never bothered.

“I,” Taehyung begins, nodding his head a bit as confirmation. “have needs. That I meet with…” he trails off, surely you understand what he speaks of. “Do you?”

You snicker with a roll of your eyes. 

“I wouldn’t be upset-”

“I don’t, Taehyung.” you snap. 

Taehyung sighs. He didn’t want to do this, nor does he understand how you and he got here.

“Why?” you ask after a few moments of silence. 

Taehyung furrows his brows.

“Why do you go to them?” you question further. You cross your arms over your chest as you await his response. 

“It’s just sex.” Taehyung deadpans. Was he acting like a typical man with wealth? His response was so shallow that it even disgusted him. “You…” he doesn’t want to place the blame on you, especially not now when he realizes that you are possibly insecure about the fact now. “...I was waiting for you to initiate.”

You blink.

Taehyung does, as well.

“Was it not obvious?”

Taehyung furrows his brows. “What?”

You uncross your arms and slightly clench your hands.

“We literally laid in bed together countless times. I was half naked!”

Taehyung had noticed, but he just thought that's how you enjoyed sleeping. Who was he to question what you wore to sleep? Even if it did excite him, still, he was waiting for you to come to him to assure that it’s truly what you wanted.

“I…” Taehyung shrugs his shoulders, a tint to his cheeks at how foolish he may sound. “...didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. It’s bad enough you were forced into a marriage. I don’t want you to think you have to do anything for me.”

Now you feel like a bitch.

You groan, falling back against the bed as your eyes cast to the ceiling that’s full of balloons.

Taehyung falls onto the bed beside you, doing the same thing. He interlocks his fingers and places it onto his chest. 

“It was just sex.” Taehyung murmurs, unsure if he’s helping the situation or not. “Nothing more. Never the same girl twice.”

You’re sure that was better than a mistress. You shouldn’t be upset with him, after all. There was a lack of communication between the both of you.

“Do you want to divorce?” Taehyung’s question is silent, his voice coming out as a mere whisper. 

“Do you?” you ask.

“If it’s what you want, I’ll give it to you.” Taehyung answers. 

You scoff. “I’m broke.” you joke, an attempt to lighten the mood.

Taehyung isn’t amused with his own words thrown in his face, even as an act of a joke. 

“I didn’t mean to say that.” he assures. “You wouldn’t be, either. You’ll get paid in the divorce. I’ll make sure of it.”

Your body turns over to face him.

“I want a family.”

You analyze Taehyung’s face when you speak. He doesn’t give much of a reaction at first, but then he does turn towards you just as you did him. 

“Okay.” Taehyung nods a bit. “Anything else?”

“I…want you to be my husband.” you once again bite the inside of your cheek. “A real husband. I want you to come to me if you need anything.”

Taehyung slides his arm to place it around your side, long fingers tapping against your back. He nods his head once more. “I want you to be able to do the same.” he murmurs. “Don’t suffer in silence. Closed mouths don’t get fed, Y/N.”

You can feel your heart thump in your chest when Taehyung smiles your way, his cheeks puffing upwards cutely. You turn your eyes away from him and slowly nod. “What do your whores do for you?”

Taehyung snickers. “They aren’t my whores.” he murmurs. “They’re just…regular whores. They get paid.”

“Paid to do whatever you tell them to?” you question, your eyes scanning Taehyung’s face. “Anything?”

Taehyung licks his lips as he watches you watch him. He doesn’t respond for a few moments, pondering how he could answer you without sounding like a typical wealthy asshole. “I tell them what I want and they give me a price for it.” he answers with a shrug. “Why?”

Why?

You slowly sit straighter. “What do you have them do?” you ponder further.

“Why are you asking?” Taehyung tilts his head.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you retort quickly with a gleam in your eyes. “You should come to your wife if you want anything.”

Taehyung’s pants feel tight but he composes himself. He offers a low grin. “They’re whore’s, Y/N.” he murmurs. His hand reaches upward to slightly lift your chin. “You aren’t. You’re my wife.”

“Isn’t that the point?” you say. “You should come to me if you need anything.”

You move closer to Taehyung. You were making a move - an attempt, at least. He just had to understand what you were saying and he did. 

However, it wasn’t that easy. Not to Taehyung, at least.

“I don’t want to disrespect you.” Taehyung responds after a moment of intense staring. 

“Isn’t…that what you’re already doing?” your lips breakout in a small smile at the irony. You wouldn’t say you were jealous entirely. You would be if Taehyung and you were a couple who married out of mutual love - but that wasn’t the case. 

“Yes, but that’s not what I meant. It’s…” Taehyung stops speaking as your leg wraps around his waist, bringing him closer to you. Your perfume catches his senses and he immediately recognizes it as one of his favorites he bought you from one of his many trips to paris. “...it’s…complicated. You’re my wife and I don’t want to treat you in such a manner.”

You knit your brows. “Treat me like what?” you almost don’t want to ask. What in the world does Taehyung do to these women?

“Like a whore.” Taehyung deadpans. “You’re my wife. I can’t…” he shakes his head. “It’s-”

“What do you do to them?”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t enjoy-”

“Try me.”

Taehyung exhales. You weren’t going to let him get out of this. Things were going good and after the conversation you and he had, it was only going to get better. He didn’t want to ruin that with his perverse mind.

“How about…you show me?” you suggest, a hand placing onto his own face. “And if it’s too much for me, I’ll let you know.”

A low groan comes from Taehyung’s throat. His eyes close for a moment and he speaks. “I…don’t want to hurt you.” he murmurs.

“I’m not a doll, Tae. I’m not going to break easily.” you giggle. “Treat me like you do your whores. Don’t hold back.”

Taehyung is still for a few moments, his wind replaying your words. He doesn’t even allow himself to blink and as he is in this state, you begin to ponder if he was ignoring you. Just what in the world did he do to these women that he was so hesitant to do to you?

Just as you begin to move yourself away, Taehyung blinks. His arm wraps around your waist to keep you close. “I don’t want to hurt you.” he states. “I…as a husband I don’t know what you’re into. That’s fucked, isn’t it?” he snorts.

“I don’t know what you’re into either. We won’t know until we get there.”

“You want me to treat you like a whore…?” Taehyung repeats slowly, assuring that he understands you correctly. 

You nod your head eagerly. “Think of it like…roleplaying, right? It’s just an act.”

“Roleplaying…” Taehyung hums. He supposed you were correct. He wasn’t meeting you in a 2.5-star hotel - because he sure as hell wouldn’t be caught in a motel and 4-5 star hotels were only reserved for his wife - nor was he paying you for your services. “If it becomes too much, we’ll stop.”

You nod your head in agreement. Your lip twitches upwards as you slowly begin to rise on the bed. You're wondering just how much different Taehyung acts when around these whores.

Taehyung rises from the bed as well. He looks down at you at the edge of the bed, sitting with crossed legs. Your hands are back, manicured nails slightly gripping the sheets and there’s a twinkle in your eyes.

Taehyung hums and lifts a hand to slap you in the face. He was testing the waters to see if this is truly what you wanted. He wasn’t opposed to normal sex - you didn’t have to feed his desires.

As for you, your eyes were wide and your cheek stung. Your head is turned and you hadn’t bothered to look back at your husband.

Taehyung grasps your chin with two fingers and lifts your face so your eyes can meet him. “Okay?”

You nod your head, but Taehyung squeezes your chin between his fingers.

“Speak. I need verbal confirmation.” Taehyung demands and there’s something in you that jolts. Your wide eyes remain wide at the switch. Taehyung had never spoken to you like this - with such insistence in his voice. His eyes, already dark, appeared even darker and clouded with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Yes.”

“Yes…?” Taehyung’s nails now dig into the skin of your chin. His eyes turn to a glare as he awaits your response. “A whore like you should have some manners, don’t you think?”

Your mouth salivates and you nod your head slightly. “Yes, sir.”

Taehyung drops your chin with a hum. “Good,” he says. “strip for me.”

Taehyung isn’t wasting any time, you think. He takes a few steps back and goes back towards the right of the room. He doesn’t bother to watch you after giving you a demand and you’re a bit confused, but maybe this was a part of the roleplay.

Taehyung always leaves alcohol in the bedroom, even when he doesn’t frequently drink in here. He settles on dark liquor and doesn’t bother to pour it in a glass and instead turns to watch you. He opens said bottle and throws the top aside, placing the bottle directly to his lips to take a short swig.

You’re out of your dress and it pools around your feet. Once you take your heels off, Taehyung’s voice reaches you. “Keep them on.”

“Yes, sir.” you murmur, glancing his way. 

Taehyung’s eyes roam the lingerie set you’re wearing, finding that it fits your body perfectly. It’s a lacy, deep crimson color with such intricate patterns for it to not be expensive - he’s positive all on his dime. The bralette cut is deep and tight, your breast pulling out and he can even see a bit of your nipple.

What catches Taehyung’s eye is how thin your panty line is - g string, he notes. One of his favorites - it made tearing them off entirely easy.

“Who are you wearing that for?” Taehyung questions, taking another swig of the dark liquor. It burns his throat in just the right way and he wasn’t even much of a drinker. 

“You.” you breathe out. You felt so exposed for Taehyung that you hadn’t before. This wasn’t a drunken night, even if he was drinking recently. This was a night that you and he would both remember, a night that just isn’t entirely sex.

“Come here.” Taehyung demands. 

You do as you’re told, your heels clicking against the marble floor as you begin to saunter towards Taehyung, hips swinging. 

“Stop!” Taehyung hisses suddenly and you do instantly, shocked by his sudden change in demeanor. “Get on your knees and crawl to me.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip. You’re still for a moment, scanning his face. Taehyung doesn’t blink.

You fall to your knees, your hands pressed against the cold floor. Taehyung’s eyes burn into you as you do what he tells you to do. It’s humiliating to literally crawl towards the man, but you do it. You look up at the man as he stares right back down at you, his handsome face causing your body to burn. “Sir…?”

“I think you’re lying to me.” Taehyung announces. “There’s no way your slutty lingerie was for me.”

Your knees are against the marble floor and you’re sitting on your legs. Your hands in your lap squeeze at his words. “I-”

“You wanted a divorce, remember?” Taehyung interrupts, taking yet another swig of the liquor. “You were going to leave me here tonight and give your pussy to someone else, right?”

Your mouth falls open a bit when you attempt to respond. Yet, his words go straight to your core.

“No, sir.” you shake your head. In all honesty, you had worn the lingerie just because. You weren’t expecting Taehyung to want to spend the night with you. You did, however, expect dinner and gifts because if it was one thing he was amazing at, it was giving you exactly what you wanted.

“No?” Taehyung snorts. “You wore this for me?”

Taehyung’s free hand goes to grasp your bra strap and he harshly snaps it. It stings your skin in a way that feels good. 

You nod your head. “Yes, sir.” you respond meekly. 

“So the divorce was a distraction?” Taehyung continues. “To catch me off guard? Or are you lying to me?”

“I’m not lying, sir.” your eyes flicker from his to his pants, the obvious bulge was hard to not notice. Your eyes return to his dark ones and you lick your lips. “I would…” you had to be committed to the bit just as he was. You would be lying to say that this wasn’t making you feel hot. “...I would never give your pussy to someone else.”

Taehyung’s breath hitches. His hand squeezes the bottle in his palm. You were getting good at this, staring up at him with such innocent eyes yet speaking such dirty words.

“I would hope not.” Taehyung’s deep voice responds and without warning the same free hand yanks your hair. He forces you to continue to look up at him. “You belong to me, don't you?”

“I belong to you, sir.” you say back. Taehyung’s lips are pink and look so soft and you longed to kiss him, wanting to know how it’d feel against yours. “You can take me whenever you want. You don’t have to go elsewhere.”

Taehyung’s grip softens a bit at your words, a sense of realism flowing into the roleplay. For a moment, he hasn’t thought about what his actions of finding sex elsewhere would affect you. He assumed that you didn’t care - you never showed that you did until today. Now that he knows that you want him just as much as he wanted you (respectfully in secret) there wasn’t a reason to go elsewhere.

Taehyung’s grip tightens once more. “Whenever I want?” he quips. “Here I was finding whores to satiate my hunger for you. Little did I know the whore I had laying right beside me.”

You gasp when you feel the very lips you wanted on your own. They’re as soft as you imagined and tasted of liquor - but you wanted nothing more than to continue to taste him. 

“Please-” you say when Taehyung removes his lips from yours. “please, sir.”

“What do you want?” Taehyung scoffs.

What didn’t you want, you think. You wanted to taste Taehyung’s lips on your own. You wanted to feel said lips on your skin, marking you as his own. The hand tangled in your hair you had a deep desire to strike your skin once more, leaving behind a stinging feeling of pure bliss.

You wanted it all.

But as of right now, what you wanted the most…

“Please fuck my mouth.”

Taehyung’s cock twitched in his pants. He swallows, his glaring eyes widening a bit at such filthy words coming from those  lips.

Taehyung hisses.  “You’re such a fucking whore, Y/N.” But he shoves you away a bit. He drops the liquor bottle back onto the glass side table and turns his attention back to you. “If you want a cock in your mouth so bad, slut, take it out and do it yourself.”

Your hands tremble a bit with excitement as you tug at his belt. The expensive leather would feel nice against your skin, you think, but you won’t voice it. It takes only a few seconds for you to take his cock out, the tip oozing with pre-cum. You mouth salivates at how beautiful it looks, pink tip and veiny, angrily twitching to be touched.

You’re a beautiful sight for Taehyung, a small hand wrapping around his cock and you waste little time in suckling the tip like the slut you were. He hisses, eyes unblinking as he watches you to his cock in his mouth like a pro. Your cheeks suck in and your eyes begin to close to focus solely on it.

You never truly understood why women enjoyed giving oral sex. Whenever you mingled with your friends during brunch, the conversation of oral sex came up. Too many margaritas and cocktails had them entirely too loose to care about time and place and you were the only person who never had anything to share. 

Not until now. Oral sex with Taehyung was different to anything you’ve done prior. For one, you only did so because it was asked of you, you never truly got onto your knees and begged to do it. Your mouth salivates with each passing second as you take him deeper and deeper into your mouth greedily. 

Your eyes, becoming a bit glossy, blinks up at your husband. Your pussy clenches at the sight of his handsome face drawn in pure ecstasy, his lips parted a bit so he can release short pants. It wants you to do more, to take more of him into your mouth - even if it meant that you yourself couldn’t breathe.

Taehyung finds that it’s hard to keep himself standing upright and he’s now leaning against the side table. He never would’ve guessed you were this slutty - if he would’ve known how willing you were, he would’ve mounted you every chance he could. His closed eyes fluttered open so he could look down at you - a mistake.

Your eyes are already on him, and when they connect you appear to take him further into your mouth. There’s saliva pooling down the corners of your lips and down your chin. Your cheeks are red and your eyes are glossy, but you’re exactly the stunning sight he doesn’t wish to take his eyes off of. 

“I never realized I married such a fucking whore.” Taehyung grumbles out, his hand tangling into your hair so he could rip you off of his cock. He takes everything in him to do this and even his cock angrily twitches.

You gasp, panting when air finally hits your lungs. You blink away the tears, looking up at him between wet lashes.

“How did you learn to suck cock so good, Y/N?” Taehyung questions, placing his cock right onto your cheek.

“Followed tips.” you answer truthfully. 

“Tips?” Taehyung snorts. “From those friends of yours no doubt.” Taehyung’s amused - mainly because he knows these friends. He grew up alongside said friends' families. The partiest children of the wealthiest of families were truly diabolical - alcohol, drugs and sex.

You nod your head a bit, once again innocently blinking up at Taehyung in a way that he wants to fuck right into you. He can’t - not now. “What do you want? You only ever look like that when you’re about to ask for something.”

The corners of your mouth twitches upward. “I want you to fuck my mouth.” you say in the sweetest tone you can.

Taehyung groans, grip tightening on your hair. Was he truly this lucky the entire time and just too blinded to see? Here he thought this marriage was just that of necessity - you wealth and him a powerful name. The entire time he wanted to respect you as his wife, here you are now on your knee’s begging to be treated like a common whore.

Taehyung plunges his cock back into your mouth and does exactly what you ask of him. One hand still in your hair while the other caresses your cheek. He thrusts, your tongue twirling around the shaft and his tip hitting your throat each time that it drives him crazy. He pants - no whore he’s ever experienced would compare to you now.

Taehyung’s cock plunges into your mouth ruthlessly, but you did not care in the world. Even if your throat began to ache and tears sprung into the corners of your eyes. You’re just as positive that you looked a mess with drool pooling down your cheeks, but you were utterly fine with it. As long as Taehyung continued to grunt and moan in such a way, you were content.

It feels like hours when Taehyung springs his cocks out of your mouth and you cough in such an unattractive way. You pant, blinking the tears away as you look up at your husband.

Taehyung’s thigh shakes a bit and he himself is breathing entirely too hard for his own liking. He was moments from cumming, painting your mouth entirely with his seed that he had to stop himself. He didn’t want this moment to end - not yet.

“You’re fucking filthy.” Taehyung pants. “You don’t deserve my cum. I’m still upset with you.”

Your thighs clench together while you licks your lips, savoring his taste. You don’t say anything in response and instead, you’re waiting for his next move.

“Go.” Taehyung pulls his suit pants up - much to his cock’s dismay. He doesn’t bothering buttoning or tightening his belt; he would be fucking you soon enough. “And get on the bed.”

You hadn’t realized your knees ached until you went to move yourself. You winced a bit, but this wasn’t the time to be a little bitch.

“Crawl.” Taehyung reminds.

And you do. Taehyung’s eyes roam the way your body curves as you crawl towards the large bed, his cock throbbing. He licks his own lips, dark eyes fixed on you as you settle yourself onto the bed. 

“Don’t face me.” Taehyung demands. “Put your hands on the bed and your ass up.”

A breath releases from your lips, anticipation running through you. You hear Taehyung’s dress shoes click against the floor as he comes closer to you. Your hands dig into the sheets when his presence becomes evident right behind you. 

“You’re good at following instructions.” Taehyung’s warm breath is directly on the back of your neck. You shiver, the hair on your arms rising. “But don’t think I’m letting you slide about the way you’ve acted earlier.”

Fingers trace the lace pattern of your g-string. Your ass looks amazing in it and suddenly Taehyung ponders just how much lingerie you have sitting in the closet. Usually, you tend to sleep in silk pajama sets that he finds cute - and easy to prevent wanting to put his hands upon you. But this, however, was new to him. 

Taehyung hums - he’d have to make sure to buy you more.

“You,” Taehyung begins, the entirety of his palm placed onto your ass cheek. He squeezes it in his palm. “thought you were going to suggest divorce and then retract it like it was nothing?”

“I-”

SLAP!

You hiss out in surprise when Taehyung’s palm connects with your ass. The action causes a sting to shoot through you - a sting that follows with a moan immediately.

“You thought I was going to let you go,”

Another loud slap echoes throughout the bedroom with the familiar satisfied sting. Your back arches a bit as your hands grip the sheets.

“and embarrass me with a divorce?”

SLAP!

“After all the time and effort I put into this marriage.”

SLAP! Your ass is throbbing but you cannot find it in you to care. Your pussy is leaking and Taehyung knows it.

“I think you did it just to get a rise out of me, huh?” Taehyung questions, slamming his hand down once more on your already flushed ass cheek. “Poor Y/N, stuck in this big mansion all to herself.”

SLAP!

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip and you can no longer suppress your moans. 

“Poor Y/N that spends all of her husband's money.”

SLAP!

“But she wants a divorce because…go on. Speak.”

Taehyung doesn’t slap your ass this time. Instead, his fingers dig into the lacy string and snap it.

“I said speak!” Taehyung hisses, this time slapping your ass the hardest he ever has. 

You cry out at the impact, eyes squeezing shut immediately. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you contemplate defying Taehyung just so he’d hit you again.

“I-I…” you begin. “...I wanted you here with me.”

Taehyung hums. He eyes the flimsy material of the g-string. It’d take nothing for him to push it aside and take you right here. It’s what he wants to do; sink his cock into you and show you just how he treats whore’s. The way his mind immediately flashes with ways he could fuck you in such a disrespectful way excites him - even more so because you weren’t a whore he was ppaying for the night. 

“You’re so needy.” Taehyung tsk’s. His fingers trails down between your legs. The lacy material is soaked with arousal. He trails right where your clit is, the fabric doing nothing to shield you from him. “I can’t be here all the time to tend to you.”

“I-I know.” you huff out, unknowingly widening your legs so you can feel him better against your clit. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” Taehyung snorts, his fingers rubbing along your clit with more pace. He presses himself against your back and now your chest is pressed firmly against the mattress. His cologne and warmth engulf you entirely, driving you even deeper into bliss. “You tried to divorce me and now…you’re sorry?”

Taehyung’s fingers push the fabric aside so he can feel your throbbing clit against his fingers. You hiss out slowly, your thighs shaking with need. You’re leaking against his fingers and Taehyung has to stop himself from plunging them into his mouth to grab a taste. He twirls your sensitive bud as he speaks.

“You know you can call me whenever you need me.” Taehyung’s breath is against your neck. His nose nuzzles against your nape as his fingers assault your clit. “You’re still my wife.”

You were going to cum. Maybe it was the change in character - the dominant role that Taehyung was playing had subsided, his stern words now becoming more softer as he speaks with you. Possibly it’s the way his free hand lays onto your own hand as you clench the sheets that remind you that Taehyung, at the end of the day, was just playing a role. He was still soft and tender, especially now as his lips kiss along your neck.

“Please fuck me, Tae.” you moan out. You didn’t want to wait anymore - not when Taehyung was driving you crazy. You’re  positive you could handle the dominant part of him that degraded you. This soft side of Taehyung that holds your hand in his while the other rubs along your clit was new and something you couldn’t take.

“You’re so needy.” Taehyung chuckles, but his cock throbs at your request. “I haven’t even gotten the chance to make you cum yet.”

“I want to cum around your cock.” you plead. Taehyung grunts, his hips jerking a bit at your request.

How could Taehyung resist you? He’s fought himself  off of you for long enough - paying for services that he truly wanted from you but was too much of a coward to ask. Now, however, he had you.

Taehyung, in a matter of seconds, snatches his suit pants down once more and centers his cock at your wet entrance. He shudders at how sopping wet you are. How warm your pussy feels. This is better than wrapping himself with a condom to fuck out his frustrations on other woman.

“Shit,” Taehyung curses out as he enters his cock slowly into you. So tight and wet and warm. How he longed to be inside of you since the first (drunken) night you and he shared together. Now that he was only a bit tipsy, he could truly remember this moment.

Taehyung is ruthless now, snapping his hips so that his cock drills deeper and deeper into you. He’s fixed on the way your ass bounces against him, a white ring coating his cock due to your own arousal.

You wished you would’ve spoken up sooner if you knew fucking Taehyung was going to be like this. It’s what you needed, you think, the stress you once felt of having to divorce and ruin your reputation alongside his slowly subsided with each thrust of your husband's cock. 

“Your pussy hasn’t stopped clenching around me.”

Taehyung is glad he sent the help home early - with pay - as he had no intentions of being courteous. He wanted to hear you scream for him as he pounds into you. Skin slapping erupts throughout the large bedroom and it’s no doubt just outside the room, it’d echo throughout the halls.

“This is all you wanted, huh, Y/N? To be fucked good.” Taehyung’s cocky, palms of his hands resting right above your own on the bed, yet his hips continue to jut. “Divorce talk was just for me to fuck the attitude out of you.”

“Your cock feels so good.” you wail out. It slams against your g-spot and shoots a sensation throughout your abdomen. “I wanted your cock for so long;”

Taehyung groans. “Yeah?” he pants. “All you had to do was ask, baby. I would’ve fucked you without hesitation.”

You were cumming, the pet name he gave you wasn’t doing anything to help. Your eyes squeeze shut and you let out a struggle moan as your body twitches against Taehyung’s pounding cock. Arousal leaking out of you and down your thighs, you lay slump against the mattress.

Taehyung pulls out of you, satisfied with the way your thighs twitch. He shakes his head, satisfied with a smirk on his lips. “Made a mess already, baby.”

Taehyung lowers himself. He spreads your thighs further so he has a good look of your wet pussy and he dives immediately into it.

“W-What-”

Your eyes roll when Taehyung’s tongue laps between your folds. Your back arches and he holds you into place. One palm grips your ass, keeping you firmly against his tongue. 

Your chest continues to be pressed firmly against the mattress as Taehyung suckles onto your clit, sloppily spitting and lapping his tongue against it. It was so lewd and filthy; but fuck was it hot.

You tasted so divine and sweet that Taehyung cannot get enough of you. His head bobs back and forth, tongue swirling your clit before diving into your pussy. He does the action back and forth, from your clit to your pussy, to back to your clit.

“Fuck, baby, who would’ve known this sweet pussy I had this entire time.” Taehyung speaks, spitting onto your clit once more just to slide his tongue right onto it.

Your thighs shake. Each time you attempt to remove Taehyung’s greedy tongue from between your legs - as overstimulation flows through you, he’d force himself deeper against you. His palm rubs along your ass as his tongue swirls against your clit. There was no way he could go a day without having you against his tongue - especially now that he knows how good you taste.

To add to your torture, as his tongue assaults your clit, Taehyung enters three long fingers inside of you. 

“T-Tae!” you exclaim, unsure if you could handle both.

“I want you to cum around my tongue just like you did on my cock.” Taehyung demands, pumping his fingers in you.

Fuck, why did Taehyung had to be so hot?

Your eyes squeeze shut just as your pussy clutches around his fingers. He doesn’t attempt to go easy on you and is fully intended to do just as he says he was.

Suddenly, your thigh shakes with pleasure you weren't aware was possible. You curse, letting out shaky breaths as Taehyung tongue continues to twirl as his fingers hit a sweet spot until your cumming all over him again. It comes harder than before, your shut eyes seeing stars behind them. 

“You’re shaking, baby.”

Taehyung’s taunting tone is evident, yet you cannot bring yourself to care. He removes his fingers from inside of you and places them into his mouth and huffs. “So sweet.”

Your body is limp onto the mattress but Taehyung isn't done with you yet. 

“Can I cum in you?”

It’s such a random question that you nearly miss it when he asks. Your head slightly turns and slowly, you nod.

“Fuck.” Taehyung hisses. He flips  you onto your back so he can see the fucked out expression on your face. “You’re so pretty for me.”

You’re positive your husband is lying. Your eyes had to be red from the tears, cheeks puffy. You’re covered in both sweat and saliva from your activities early. There was no way you were pretty.

Taehyung on the other hand, is. He’s also covered in sweat and your juices. His hair sticks to his forehead and his eyes are dark and cloudy - but he remains beautiful.

Your eyes connect with his as if he notices you staring, and instantly, you glance away.

“My gorgeous wife,” Taehyung murmurs, his cock slowly entering you. He wraps both of your legs around his waist as he comes closer to you. His face is inches from yours. “you’ve been so good to me.”

Your body heats at his words, but you have little time to process. Taehyung begins to thrust, his arms embracing you. His lips are on yours in an instant as he pumps his cock into you. You taste yourself on him and you could only groan as your mouth dances with his.

For once, you and he appeared as a married couple. Not acting for the camera or the public - but behind closed doors. The way your hands wrap around his neck to hold him close against you, to the way his own arms cages you against his chest. It all felt real; intimate.

The pleasure is too much for you to handle, having already cummed twice. But the pain that came with the pleasure was amazing, especially coming from your husband. His cock plunges deep inside of you and your pussy couldn’t be anymore excited.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” Taehyung mutters against your mouth. His forehead is pressed against yours. “I’ve waited so long to fuck you the way I wanted to.”

You noticed the shift in Taehyung’s demeanor, the dominant side subsiding like before and now he’s just Tae. The husband who you slept beside and held you close, but not too close to cause any discomfort on your end. 

“You can have me whenever you want.” you exclaim, hand on the back of his neck to keep his head pressed against yours. “Only me.”

“Only you.” Taehyung grunts. There was no way he would go back to anyone else now that he has you.

Sloppy thrusts pound into you, pelvis rubbing against your clit. Your stomach clenches and churns and Taehyung feels it just as you do. His cock his deeper and deeper and he clenches his eyes shut, groans releasing from his lips. “Fuck,  I’m gonna cum.”

Feeling cum inside of you never excited you like it did in this very moment. You wrap your legs around his waist tighter, a signal that you indeed wanted every last drop right inside of you.

It takes a few more thrusts, but when Taehyung bursts, he does so with a grunt. His arms tremble a bit at the sensation as your pussy milks him of his seed. 

You hum with satisfaction, arms wrapping tighter around his shoulders as Taehyung’s cum coats your walls. You’re unsure the last time you felt truly satisfied. No orgasm you give yourself can ever compare to the ones you’ve received from your husband.

It takes another ten minutes for Taehyung to remove himself from you and lay beside you. Your eyes are closed and your breathing is stilled, but you aren’t asleep.

“I’m sorry.” 

Your ears perk at Taehyung’s sudden words and slowly, your eyes blink open. 

“For what?” you ask. 

“For not thinking about how you felt.” Taehyung continues. “About…sleeping with other people.”

“Oh.” you murmur. You aren’t sure if you’re truly upset. The marriage wasn’t one of love and it’s something you told yourself constantly. You couldn’t truly be upset that he found other ways to satisfy himself. “I’m not-”

“It’s okay if you are.” Taehyung interrupts. “It was selfish of me and-”

“I’m not upset.” you place a hand onto Taehyung’s chest, turning over to face him. A bit jealous…sure. You’d admit - especially because your husband was so handsome and you notice the stares he’d often get when you and he were together. “I…would prefer it if you stopped.”

“Of course!” Taehyung exclaims, placing his hand over yours and squeezing it. He swallows the lump in his throat. “We should probably do more things as a couple.” he suggests, a tint to his cheeks. “Yeah.” you nod in agreement, a warmth of your own going throughout your body. How the two of you could be shy now after such filthy fucking was almost laughable. “We should.”

Taehyung flashes a lazy grin your way. “I got us dinner reservations. If we leave in 30 minutes we can make it.” he says, a playful tint in his eyes.

“Ugh, you’re telling me this now?” you say with a shake of your head. “I look a fucking mess.”

“I was going to tell you after you opened your gifts. But then you hit me with divorce.” Taehyung lifts your hands to his lips and he places a kiss onto your fingertips. “If we shower together, we’ll be killing two birds with one stone.” he murmurs, knitting his brows suggestively.

You exhale and then mimic his grin. “Fuck it, why not?” you say.

[kkukverse]

january - baby fever 🔞

Pair : husband!jk x wife!reader

Genre: marriage au

Warnings: sex scenes [blowjob, cunnilingus, missionary, baby fever jk]

w/c: 2.5k

a/n: none for now, just hope you guys enjoy it.

“Yes, that’s it, baby” He moaned. His hand caressing the back of your head. Running his thick fingers through your hair. Carefully guiding you as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft.

With his deep voice, it only riled you up even more. His sweet touch makes you want to give him a good - blow - job. Your sweet husband is groaning and chanting how you are such a good girl.

Wanting to keep pleasing him, you use your free hand to fondle his balls and you glide your fingers up and down with ease as your saliva mixes with his precum. As a dutiful wife, you just know how to touch him, make him putty in your hands, literally. 

You gave his long shaft a kitten lick at the slit on the tip before you started swallowing his dick. You build up the pace as you suck it half way first, teasing him a little more. 

“Come on, baby. Don’t be mean now,” Jungkook gritted his teeth. He was so close to bliss. Your warm mouth feels like heaven. This is just the beginning and Jungkook feels like he almost cum immediately like a horny teenage boy. 

You pull out with a loud sticky sound, satisfied to see a string of your saliva mixed with Jungkook's pre-cum. Your fingers grip securely on his hard dick. Eyes locked on his and you shamelessly give his dick a kiss before you swallow it whole, again. 

“All the way, love” Jungkook instructed. It excites him to see his dick coming in and out of his wife’s pretty mouth. 

His moan and his encouragement motivates you to throw that dick in your mouth, as far as you can. You gagged as you feel his hard dick poking your throat but it feels so good.

Everytime you moan along to every thrust from your mouth, Jungkook almost buckled. His hand now is holding the back of your head, with knitted brows, he is holding himself real hard from not face fucking you. 

Hours spent on building his leg muscle but whenever you, on your knees, sucking and swallowing his dick like a good girl, he is weak. Your hair is covering your face and he bundles it up, he wants to see your messy face more clearly. 

“God, my pretty baby. You’re so messy,” he teases. A sly smirk adorned his face. “Mine,” he breathes. Jungkook basks in the euphoric moment because only him can get to see you like this. 

He keeps on chanting “Good girl, you’re so amazing,” and it motivates you. Taking a deep breath, you swirl your tongue around his dick. It was not an easy task, as his dick is on the bigger side. But, you want to impress him. Sitting on your knees, with your hands clawing at his muscular thighs, you looked up again.

From your view, Jungkook looks ethereal. You can see he is controlling himself from the way his eyes shut, his knitted brows and the soft moan that escaped his mouth. As you are lost in the view, Jungkook opens his eyes, staring at you. In a different situation, he has a set of innocent bambi eyes.

But now, his eyes are hazy and full of lust. He gazes down to look at you with a clenched jaw. He’s trying his best to compose himself. 

Jungkook slightly pulled your hair, 

Your tongue keeps on licking the slit on the tip whilst sucking every inch of him. 

“Easy, baby. Don’t want you to get tired. We’re just beginning,” he hissed

“Mmm,” you moaned. Mouth full of his dick. The musky smell fills your living room. The slow music from his speaker is just riling up the two of you. To keep us in the mood, he said. 

The mood. The baby-making-mood to be specific.

Now let’s rewind back to before you and Jungkook got into this position.

You have no idea what possessed Jungkook this morning. You woke up with him in between your legs, shirtless and you were naked from the waist down. Your pajama pants were nowhere to be found.

Before you can process, Jungkook snuggle his nose on the mound of your cunt.

“G’morning baby,” he winked. Eyes sneakily searching for your approval. Like a hungry man, he dives down to give your clit the attention it desperately needs. He licks your little nub before starting sucking on it.

That really woke you up. 

“Ahh, Jungkook!” You screamed. Instantly your body arched up and your hands found their place on his head. Your fingers scrunching his dark locks as if he is your anchor before you completely drown in pleasure.

Moan after moan escaped your lips. A melody to Jungkook’s ear. Though you just abruptly woke up, your voice sounds like an angel. The way you moan and scream makes his cock twitch in his tight boxer.

You were trashing as he turned his sinful tongue to your lower lips. He licks them up and down and playfully wiggle his tongue at the entrance of your cunt. What a tease. The sound of him slurping and sucking is too loud. He’s driving you insane.

His muscular hands held you down as you kept on squirming your body. He didn’t want his best cunt to be away, not even an inch away from him. Succumbing to the pleasure, you curl your feet and your thighs tremble. Noticing that you’re becoming louder, you put your hand over your mouth, biting it to suppress the moan.

“Uh uh, wanna hear you scream,” Jungkook notices everything. He gently lifts your hand away from your mouth. His eyes darkened with lust as he can clearly see how laboured your breath becomes. Your chest rises up and down and the nipples are poking through your shirt. He should’ve taken it off, made you completely naked.

Jungkook woke up with one mission only. To make you cum on his tongue. That’s why he went straight to your pants. Now he regrets not just taking everything off. 

“Kook,” You whine. He sure took his time to admire your body he forgot your cunt is clenching and unclenching on nothing. “Make me cum,” you begged.

“Impatient,” he chuckles. Obeying to you he continues his lapping on your cunt. Only this time he pushed his tongue inside. Your body jolted at the sensation and your hands moved like a reflex as you pulled his hair. It made Jungkook feel good too, the sting on his scalp excited him to no end and he focused on savouring you. 

He sneaked a peek at his beautiful wife and he saw you shut your tight in pleasure, with your mouth agape in an O shape and every sinful sound coming out of it. Every breath you take displays your perky breasts even more. Jungkook cock feels heavy and he could just cum like this. But, he must make you go first.

His tongue is still playing inside of your cunt as he hover his thumb on your clit. It looks so cute and Jungkook can’t resist it anymore. He rubs your clit with his thumb, while collecting some of your juice to make the rubs smooth. 

It snaps you up. 

“Ahh! Ahh! Yes, yes ,yes,” you chanted. “I’m cumming, I’m cuming,”

“Come on, love” Jungkook rubs the circle on your clit even harder. “Cum on my tongue,” he adds.

Suddenly it was bright white and your ears were ringing. You were brought back to reality when Jungkook’s figure loomed over yours. He rigorously pumps his hard cock with his hand lubed with your cum that he collected. 

You props yourself up on your elbow as you encourage him to finish himself off. 

With scrunched brows, Jungkook eyes are focused on your cunt. It was so wet and your juice is coating the outside part of your cunt. He was so satisfied to know that he was the one who did that. 

“Where? Tell me where?” Jungkook rushes to ask as he is about to cum.

“Here, on my boobs.” You answered. Taking off your shirt in one swift and you guided your body towards him.

Jets of white sticky cum decorate your body. 

“That’s a lot,” you breathe. “I should’ve asked you to pump it all in my cunt,”

“Sorry, baby. Later, okay,” he promised. 

It was a good alarm for your morning, but after he cleaned you up, Jungkook clings to you. Not that you’re complaining, but you were literally dragging him along while getting ready for work. Jungkook has been hugging you, smelling you all morning. It was quite difficult to get ready when you had a grown man get handsy with you.

You even purposely ignore his stiff morning wood -again- even though he did moan because it is such a dangerous route. If you accidentally aroused him again, you might have to take an emergency leave today. He’s lucky he got to work from home. You on the other hand have to join a meeting on New Year’s night. 

Jungkook even followed you to the bathroom, hands busy roaming your body, your hip and your breasts. He leaves wet kisses trailing from your neck to your back. He pouts like a kid when you tell him to leave no mark.

He was horny, but it was wise to not entertain him. You have a meeting today. Wearing a turtleneck to hide the blossoming reds on your neck is just not professional and it makes you itchy.

He didn’t stop there. After he made you a coffee to go, he stood still like a lost child, only in his boxer. He only responds after you ask something about what to eat for dinner later to which he replies, “Panda Express”. 

“Cute,” you answered before you kissed him goodbye.

Jungkook was being extra clingy and affectionate and you know something is on his mind.

You were right.

Your phone is blowing with notifications from various social medias. Tiktok and Instagram. The main culprit? Jeon Jungkook. 

It was never an issue since the two of you enjoy sharing memes, videos and whatever it is you found interesting to share. Your husband is your number one friend. It was fun to react when you’re free. You didn’t have the time to check the phone and the notification was non-stop.

After the meeting, you excused yourself to check them all in your place. It was full of videos of cute babies. There are some where he left adorable comments to you, such as, can’t wait to experience this, look at those small feet, let’s buy a family set shirt for our future babies, and more.

You have been noticing this behaviour. Jeon Jungkook is experiencing a baby fever.

His eyes almost teared up at a video of a couple retelling their birth and pregnancy journey on tiktok. He can see how they look so content while holding their bundle of joy. Jungkook never knew he had this side of him. 

Ever since coming back from your hometown, you two have been seriously talking about having a child. Jungkook is brimming with joy at the thought of it and he suspects that his phone is bugged. In a good way. Because his social media algorithm keeps showing him babies, pregnancy, birth, parenting and fatherhood. It certainly makes him more excited to expand the family with you.

He didn't tell you but he secretly imagined how to decorate the spare room as a nursery. He is that excited. He even looks up on how to be a good partner throughout the pregnancy journey. Sure, he has his best friend, Taehyung. But he wanted to learn it all by himself. 

He cannot ask Taehyung because Taehyung will bring along his little baby, and that will only make Jungkook’s baby fever rise. 

Jungkook is a little impatient but it somehow makes your heart bloom in happiness. He is such a wonderful husband and he will be the best dad. Those things that were shared by Jungkook did excite you too and no wonder he was relentless this morning. 

So, when you arrived, a bit later than expected since it's at the end of the year, smelling food that he bought from whatever it is but your vision is tunnel on the guy who smiles like a bunny, wearing his glasses, his sweatpants and his baggy shirt. The food smells good but he looks yummy. 

Apparently, Jungkook is not the only one with the baby fever.

Xxx

“Can’t wait to see you grow with a baby in your belly,” Jungkook sighs. His palms are caressing your lower belly. Admiring the view from between your thighs. After you gave him the best blowjob ever, he couldn’t control himself. Suddenly the bedroom feels like a thousand miles away.

He scoops you up before gently drops you on the sofa. HIs eyes focused on the glistening folds of your vagina and he didn’t wait long before he mercilessly ate you out. He brings you straight to heaven with every lick and sucks at the folds and the clit. Jungkook has been at it for quite some time. You have already cum two times on his tongue. You’re sure it’s almost midnight.

Your moan and gasp are music to his ears and he wants more. 

His fingers are toying your opening before he positioned his dick. In one motion, he thrust deep inside of your warm pussy.

“Don’t tighten yet,” He breathed. He wants to feel you completely but he is also embarrassed that he almost cum as soon as he is inside of you. 

“Nngh, you’re so deep,” you babble. “Miss your dick.” Truthfully you can feel his whole length inside of you. You can’t help how your pussy walls pulsate around his dick. That makes Jungkook pick up the pace. 

“My messy baby,” he whispers to your ear, his thumb rubs around your cheek. You were a sobbing mess with his deep thrusts. 

“Harder, Koo,” you begged. You are reaching the end and you can almost feel the bliss.

Agreeing to you, Jungkook grabs both of your legs and hangs them over his shoulders before he keeps ramming into you. The squelching sounds and the creaking sound from the sofa distracted you two from what's happening outside of your window.  

“Inside, cum inside, my love,” you chanted.

“I am, I am,” Jungkook gritted his teeth as he reached his end. 

Splurts of warm cum filled you up. You can feel ribbons of cum from Jungkook as he pumped himself dry in your pussy.

Suddenly the sky lit up with colours and an exploding sound. Living on the 22th floor of a condo gave you guys the perfect view for the New Year’s firework.

The two of you are catching on your breath as you are mesmerized by the bursting colours on the night skies. Both your hand and Jungkook’s hand lays on the top of your lower belly. Silently praying for the best year ever for your little family.

“Happy new year, baby”

“Happy new year, Jungkook”

[rpwprpwprpwprw]

kim namjoon fanfics that has a special place in my heart! part 2 recs! (part 1) (part 3)

𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝗒 , 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍, 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗑 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾.

Two Years by @jjungkookislife (husband!Namjoon x wife!Reader) completed

Accidental Kiss by @babeejeon (bestfriend!namjoon x reader) best friends to lovers au completed

Don’t push your luck by @btsgotjams27 (namjoon x reader) genre/au: angst | ex college rivals, e2l, co-workers, one-bed trope completed

Under the mistletoe by @btsgotjams27 (namjoon x reader) genre/au: fluff | ex college rivals, co-workers, frenemies completed

Pitch Fest by @btsgotjams27 (namjoon x reader) genre/au: fluff, a lil angst (you know me) | co-workers, ex-college rivals, slight e2l completed

Sentient by @trivia-yandere (android!namjoon x reader) genre: yandere completed

Boss Me Around by @margotw10bis (boss!namjoon x assistant!reader) completed

Rough love by @sxtaep (namjoon x reader) completed

Daddy by @author-ssi (namjoon x babysitter!reader) completed

[ladyelainehilfur]

Jihyuk: omg I love Spring Day

Jiwon: omg me too

Them not ten seconds later:

"wait, what do you MEAN you like Spring Day? 😐"

[bloodydancy]

Hannibal 2.05 Mukōzuke | 3.11 And the Beast from the Sea // behind the scenes

[derangedcrowstuff]

the fandom trying to analyze the bts photos: