#Boyfriend

[s4svnn]

Embrace - Out of bounds drabbles

Summary: You had always hated going to bed—it felt like wasted time, lying in the dark with nothing but your thoughts. But being in his arms made it different. His warmth, his touch, the way he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world—it made every night something to look forward to. Because no matter how long the day had been, falling asleep wrapped in his embrace made it all worth it.

Pairing: F1 racer Jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff, lovers

Content tags: spooning, kisses, cuddling, boyfriend and girlfriend, night time routine, massages, soft jungkook, sleepy reader, affection, long day, skin to skin, touches

Word count: 1k

The weight of exhaustion pressed down on me as I lay curled on my side, my body sinking into the warmth of the blankets. My eyelids fluttered shut, sleep tugging me under, when the quiet creak of the bedroom door made my senses stir.

Jungkook was home.

I knew it was him before my mind could fully process it, the familiar rhythm of his movements filling the room. The soft rustling of fabric, the muffled thud of his bag being set down. But I was too tired to move, too wrapped up in the haze of sleep to even let him know I was awake. So I stayed still, breathing slow and steady, pretending I had already drifted off.

For a moment, all I could hear was him moving around, the occasional sigh leaving his lips. Then, the mattress dipped beneath his weight. The blankets shifted, and warmth enveloped me as he slid under the covers, his body pressing in close until his chest was flush against my back.

His heat was immediate and comforting, his breath tickling the back of my neck. I felt his arm drape over my waist, his fingers ghosting up and down my side, almost as if he were searching for something. The slow movements confused me—what was he looking for? My breathing remained even, my body unmoving as I waited to see what he would do.

Then, his fingers found the hem of my shirt.

A shiver ran through me as he gently lifted it, his warm palm slipping underneath to press against my bare skin. His touch was soft yet possessive as his hand splayed across my waist, his thumb grazing my skin in slow circles.

A quiet sigh left him as he nestled in closer, his face pressing into the space right behind my neck. I could feel his lips ghost against my skin, his breath warm and steady as he pulled me even closer, his arm tightening around me.

A lazy smile almost tugged at my lips, but I held it back, keeping my breathing slow and steady. Maybe if I stayed still long enough, he’d fall asleep first, and I could keep pretending just a little longer.

But then, in a voice thick with exhaustion and amusement, he murmured against my skin, “I know you’re awake.”

Heat bloomed in my cheeks.

I kept my eyes shut, still refusing to move, but I felt his lips curve into a small smile against my neck. His grip around my waist tightened, his fingers pressing just a little firmer into my skin as if daring me to keep up the act.

“You gonna keep pretending?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with quiet laughter.

I bit the inside of my cheek, stubbornly staying silent.

Jungkook huffed out a soft chuckle, and before I could react, he dipped his head and nuzzled further into my neck, his nose brushing against my skin. His lips pressed there next, barely a kiss, just enough to make my breath hitch.

“I missed you,” he murmured, his voice softer now, more tired.

My resolve cracked.

With a sleepy sigh, I finally turned in his arms, my face just inches from his. His dark eyes met mine, heavy with exhaustion but filled with something warm, something that made my heart clench.

“I missed you too,” I whispered, voice thick with sleep.

Jungkook’s lips twitched, his fingers slipping under my shirt again, tracing slow, absentminded circles against my bare skin. He stared at me for a moment longer, like he was memorizing every detail, then pulled me in so close there was no space left between us.

For a few minutes, we just lay there in comfortable silence, wrapped up in each other. Jungkook’s fingers kept moving up and down my waist, his touch so light. Every time I thought he was about to stop, he’d trace another soft pattern, like he wasn’t even thinking about it—just instinctively keeping me close.

I hummed softly, barely aware of the way my body melted into his. “You’re supposed to be tired,” I mumbled, eyes still closed.

Jungkook chuckled, his breath warm against my cheek. “I am,” he admitted. “But I haven’t seen my girl all day.”

His voice was soft, almost sleepy, but there was something about the way he said it—like he’d been waiting for this moment since the second he left. My chest tightened, warmth blooming in my heart.

I shifted slightly, pressing my forehead against his. “You see me now,” I whispered.

“Mm,” he hummed, his nose brushing against mine. “Not enough.”

Before I could tease him for being clingy, he dipped his head and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to my cheek. His lips barely left my skin before he moved lower, leaving another kiss just under my jaw, then one at the curve of my neck.

I squirmed, biting my lip to stop the smile that threatened to take over my face. “Jungkook,” I murmured, my voice caught between a laugh and a sigh.

“Mm?” he hummed against my skin, pretending to be innocent.

I sighed dramatically. “You’re distracting me from sleeping.”

Jungkook grinned, pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes were dark and laced with exhaustion, but that mischievous spark was still there. “You weren’t really sleeping anyway,” he pointed out.

I pouted, but before I could protest, he tightened his arms around me, pressing his forehead against mine again. “Just a few more minutes,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Then we’ll sleep, I promise.”

I sighed, but it was useless—I was already giving in. “Fine,” I mumbled, snuggling impossibly closer.

Jungkook let out a content hum, his hands moving up my back, slow and soothing.

As warmth settled between us, I let my fingers slip into his hair, threading through the soft, slightly tousled strands. Jungkook let out a quiet sigh at the feeling, his body melting into mine like he had been waiting for this all day.

His eyes fluttered shut, his forehead still resting against mine, and I smiled at how quickly he relaxed under my touch. I dragged my nails gently against his scalp, feeling the way his grip on my waist loosened slightly as he exhaled a deep, contented breath.

“That feels nice,” he murmured, his voice low and drowsy.

I hummed in response, continuing my slow movements, loving the way his body softened with each pass of my fingers. His hair was still slightly damp from a shower, and I twisted a few strands absentmindedly, my fingertips grazing the nape of his neck.

Jungkook shivered slightly, tucking himself closer into me, his nose brushing against my cheek. “You’re gonna put me to sleep,” he mumbled, sounding half-gone already.

“That’s the point,” I teased, echoing his words from earlier.

He chuckled softly, but it faded quickly, his breathing growing steadier as I kept running my fingers through his hair. His arms tightened around me for a brief moment, as if making sure I was still there, then relaxed again.

“Love you,” he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

My heart melted.

I pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head, letting my lips linger there. “Love you more.”

Jungkook didn’t argue this time. He just sighed, his hold on me gentle but firm, and let himself drift off completely. And soon, with my fingers still tangled in his hair and his warmth wrapped around me, I followed.

[jisungssun]

i love that he takes his shyness as “not being able to take compliments” im the exact same way😣 hes so adorable

changbin really is the most precious, genuine, amazing and humble human being ever.

WE LOVE YOU SEO CHANGBIN🩷 we all say in unison

[vxmpmadii]

Hiii, i want a bf🥲

[fragile-things-archive]

everything reminds me of you. every love song, every soft-spoken quote, every corner of this world. i see us in faded photographs tucked away in vintage stores. in old couples holding hands as they walk, leaning in. in two shooting stars falling for each other across the sky. i see us flickering on the screen of every romance film, woven into the pages of every love story. i see us always finding each other in every universe. i see you in the faces of passing strangers, in the quiet spaces between my thoughts. i close my eyes, and it’s you, you, you—always you. my heart searches for you without thinking, always reaching, always longing for your closeness.

[xnderx]

Guys I think I was motivated Also, here you go @maskedsea

[contemporarydiva]

I love it when he says this 😆

boyfriend

[peterprick]

2GETHER

[secret-garden-for-claire]

Me when I realized what my type in men is: knowing I'll never have a chance with them

[rodrickrulezz]

Hihi ! I just saw ur Rodrick x goth reader hcs and I absolutely LOVED them !! I was wondering if you could maybe possibly do one for like a pastel decors kei/cutecore vibe one ? 😖😖🫶🏻

aaa this is too cute!!!

pairing: rodrick × pastel decora/cute core!reader

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𖹭 labels all of your accessories as your 'cute shit' but secretly loves all of your colourful things that brighten his dark room.

𖹭 when he's out and about, he always manages to purchase a cute stuffed animal or figure because "it reminded me of you, so I got it"

𖹭 even though you wear millions of miscellaneous items in your hair and in your outfits, Rodrick always notices a new addition. For instance, after two hours of meticulously putting all of your outfit on, you walk out in the bedroom in front of a sprawled out Rodrick, scrolling mindlessly on his phone. "You like it?" You say as you do a little twirl for him as you always do. "Yeah, it's real pretty," he mirrors your smile, seeing you so happy and dolled up. He rises, approaching you, taking a closer look at you. "Who's this little guy?" He paws at a pompompurin keychain attached to the belt loop of your skirt.

𖹭 gets embarrassed when you ask him to hold your pink purse that's adorned in pretty keychains in public because 'he has a reputation', but because it's you, he does it nonetheless.

𖹭 his favourite part of your getting ready process is you asking for his help to do up your shoes. He buys you a lot of strappy shoes because he loves to feel needed by you.

𖹭 calls you his doll / dolly because you remind him of a cute doll.

𖹭 when he sits next to you, you become his fidget toy: he thoughtlessly feels the different textures of your bracelets, rotating the rings on your fingers and snapping and unsnapping the clips in your hair.

𖹭 he's fascinated when you come home with your long nails covered in gems, charms, and glitter. He wonders how all of those tiny things can fit on a nail and how you could live normally with those claws.

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hope you enjoyed this!! I'm open to kind constructive criticism and tell me what you liked so I can improve :33

[im2silly]

This is your sign to move on. Don’t let that person impact your daily life when you have zero impact on theirs.

[changbinismyhallucination]

High School changbin performing ‘all i do is win’ and writing his own rap part.

Predebut changbin fancams have been dropping out of no way lately.

See how he was loved even before debuting? Good.

[funkin-roleplay-muses]

"I--" Tabi stops himself as he remembered that one time he left his phone in the kitchen... though to be fair, he was rather distracted by some stupid stunt that Chai had pulled that day. Either way, he decides to hear out Oron as he talks to him, and the moment he mentions Boyfriend... oh if he could see Tabi's expression upon his skull face.

"... Oh?" was all he got out before Oron resumed talking. So him and Boyfriend, under the same roof huh? That... was a prospect that he was NOT looking forward to. But, Oron was a man of conviction, and he'd probably do it anyway, regardless of his protesting. And he had to talk with him...? Well, if the blue-haired brat had something to tell him... he didn't have another choice but to listen, did he?"

"... FINE. My beef is not with him anyway..." he admits with a huff. "Tell him he's fine. I'm not planting bombs in your place, if that gives him any comfort." meanwhile, Tyke was trying to peer around the driver seat to see what Oron was doing, surprised that he was talking with no phone in his hand. Damn, future tech was so wild sometimes...

“You seem to forget that I’m from the future, you’re phone’s security ain’t anything compared to the ICE that I had to break.” He just gave a tiny chuckle. “You left it on the kitchen counter and I guessed your passcode. Don’t worry I didn’t go snooping around, just added myself as a contact for emergency purposes.”

To Tyke, it looked like Oron was talking to himself while driving. There was no physical phone in his hand nor could he see what the mechanic was seeing and that was Tabi’s face on the very edge of Oron’s vision. Right now it was simply a static figure since he was just connecting to a regular mobile phone.

“So, I bumped into someone today… someone that knows you. That blue haired guy, Boyfriend you called him? Well he’s in the car with me.” Before Tabi could even speak up, he continued. “He wants to talk and I’m calling to arrange a mutual meeting between you two in order to clear the air. Since he’s a straggler, I’m going to have to take him in under my roof but I do not want the pair of you to break out into a fight when I’m not there, so you’re gonna have to talk.”

[fragile-things-archive]

the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.

[kindahungrydude]

My boyfriend tried on my clothes and let’s just say…he fills em out real good 😮‍💨

Full video here:

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, yandere, captive reader, omegaverse, forced bonding is implied, subjugation, some type of sexism, soft dom, but extremely patronizing

♡ fem reader

You offer to go down on him for the first time since he claimed you for himself, and his heart swells with all sorts of bliss—shock and awe, love and pride—utterly overjoyed at the pretty sight of you, so pliant and on your knees, acting like a proper Omega for a change—his cutest little mate. It’s so adorable he ought to take pictures, yet he doesn’t want to miss a thing or spoil the mood—after all, you always get so embarrassed when he brings the camera out.

So he settles for just watching—his adoring eyes resting on you, admiring how you struggle to fit all of him inside your mouth, thinking it’s the just cutest and sweetest how you try so hard for him. Bless whatever brought this new change of behavior on. He can’t be grateful enough.

It was only a couple of days ago when you’d still bite and claw and run away from him at every turn, growling and snarling like a rabid wildling and not the sweet Omega he knew you could be with the proper love and care. Maybe it’s just that—has his love for you finally tamed you? Oh, he couldn’t be more pleased if that’s it.

Look at you… trying your very best. He didn’t mind if you could only fit half of him—just seeing you try to take it all made him more than happy. The way your pink tongue slides along his veins—all teasingly and ticklish—makes him smile while looking down at you. Petting your head in smooth, encouraging strokes—reminding you to breathe every now and again.

He even pinches your cheek when you cough, crooning, “Careful now, there’s no need to rush, baby—take it slow.”

You curse him from where you kneel at his feet, trying to get it over with quickly. Despite your struggles, he seems pleased, and you think you might have managed to get yourself off the hook. That is… until he wraps his cock with one of his big hands and pulls it away from you. 

“I think that’s enough for now,” he says in his best attempt at sounding suave by nature, and yet, as you look up at him, you see it plain as day.

It makes your guts fold—the eagerness that encompasses him as he looks down at you with kind eyes and a smile—not completely able to hide the frenzy behind it.

No, please, you sulk inwardly—your clit is so sensitive from yesterday, you think you might die if he toys with it again today. You almost indulge the urge to scoot back, attempt to crawl away, and hide in false hope. But you know, chasing you around would just serve as kindling to his inner animal—he would take it as a game, hunting and pinning you down only to lick you clean like a dug-up bone.

You shudder at the thought and almost beg him to allow you to continue, almost insist you can do better, but all you manage is to bite your tongue and cry instead.

“You did so good, baby, don’t pout,” he coos, cradling your face and lifting it up to let him kiss it silly—chastely yet excessively—quick pecks all over, the same way you’d kiss something that’s just too cute for its own good.

It’s his way of comforting you, you suppose, or it might just be him poking fun. You can never really tell with him—if his coddling is all some act or something even more unsettling. But you suppose it doesn’t really matter either.

“Come here, baby, and I’ll do the rest, okay?” he asks, and yet it isn’t a question as he hauls you up off the floor and repositions you as he sees fit—on your back, belly-up beneath him.

His alpha pheromones are quick to overwhelm you, thick and suffocating, pouring over you in waves, drenching you in sweat and something else—something that makes everything sensitive.

The former fight you had when you were still independent has all but left you completely—siphoned from your being every day that’s passed and left you soft like the rest of those Omegas you vowed you’d never become—weak-willed with a body even more so. You feel like a stuffed animal at this point, full of cloudy cotton with a broken voice device that only knows how to squeak when played with.

He takes you beneath the knees and folds them down neatly by your head—one large hand taking both your summoned ankles in a single grip—and you’re locked in, unable to do much else other than pant—kept from breathing too much by the weight of your own thighs pressing down on you.

This had been what you were trying to avoid—this awful position which he seems to love just as much as you dread.

He whistles in awe at the pretty sight of you—all squished beneath him like that—face flushed, and your bloated lips parted with cute little draws of breath—tits bunched together, glossed in a sheen of sweat and heaving with the labored rise and fall of your chest—and that adorable cunt, wet and puffy, swollen up like a pink pillow eagerly waiting for him, a soft bed for his cock and a perfectly bite-sized slice of his favorite cake. His gut rumbles, and his mouth soaks. To think he hasn’t had a single taste all day—he’s beyond starving.

You squirm under him, and he chuckles again, this time breathily—showing more of the unsightly animal with the low growl that seeps into his voice, “Such a pretty girl…” It’s unclear if he’s talking to you as his inkwell eyes are set on something else. He sags forward, back hunched as he bows down to face the object of his desire with only a hair’s breadth of separation—breaths thick, puffed hot against you—canines bared in an eerie smile. “So shy…”

He ignores your wiggling completely—pinching the chunk of cunt where your clit hides, making it peak forth like a little button to press, and his grin broadens.

“There it is,” he licks his teeth with a raspy sigh—eyes wide and deadset. “My beauty.”

You squirm a little more, even though you know you’re not going anywhere until he’s satisfied. He doesn’t waste much more time—not allowing you to prepare. Keeping the pinch, he opens his mouth wide and takes the chub with eyes closed, tongue flattened and wide, cloaking your exposed clit with thirst. “Mmgh…”

He always gets like this—cute-aggressive and pussy-whipped. It’s as if he and your cunt have their own private affair, the way he completely ignores you. No, that’s not entirely fair—he gets like that when feeding you his tongue as well, but you suppose it’s easier making out with your pussy as it doesn’t need to get up for air. 

Neither does he, it seems.

He groans loudly and releases your clit from his pinching grip—but keeps his whole mouth on you—lips, tongue, and all—nose and chin too, buried there while his hand moves down to slip three digits inside, filling you up with little regard to the stretch.

Your breath flares and shudders with a whimpery moan, toes curling along with his fingers, biting your lip at how he hooks them right into the soft spot of your gummy walls, then fingerbangs you fast, right down to the knuckles each time.

“Fuck, baby—so, so good, always so good,” he slurs out into you, tongue otherwise too engaged to bother sounding coherent, yet you understand nonetheless, even though you can never really get used to it—how utterly unashamed he is. “Come on, baby, cum f’mo—cum on my face—” he all but happily begs, tongue out, slurping your slit brazenly.

He’s not a very classic Alpha—how he worships you on his hands and knees with a throat full of plead and praise. He doesn’t even touch himself—cock left hung and bobbing against the bedsheets, hard and strung up with a net of veins, pilling pearls of pre that all go to waste—too busy with you. 

It’s stupid how you’re the one who ends up feeling ignored as the unwanted and overwhelming pleasure manhandles you into submission.

“Cum, baby, give it to me.”

You mewl as his tongue draws something out from within you, making your clit blare and thrum with your heartbeat. You struggle to enjoy it, you always do, feeling forced to surrender, and yet the more you try and deny it, the firmer his hold gets, relentless as he sends you right over the edge. You yelp and seize up once it takes you—clenching tightly around his digits as they unknot your insides, turning you into utter putty in his palm. 

And even then, he doesn’t stop—as if he doesn’t know how—sighing with elation as you quake on his tongue. That crooked smile on his face, nothing short of predatory and vile as he maintains the motion of his fingers, moaning in turn at your cute spasming and all the wordless babble that leaves your lips as you shake your head, crying for him to leave it alone. “Plea’ no more—stop, too much—”

He just chuckles against you—you really are too cute for your own good. Silly little Omega, don’t you know what your pheromones do to him? But okay, fine, since you asked nicely. He gives the slit one last thorough lick before wiping his smile while sitting up.

You haven’t even started coming down when he dabs the weight of his shaft upon the sensitivity, cooing at the lewd little plaps it makes, all slick as he slides the length between your flustered pussylips—fucking through the fat of the mound, running over your full clit, again and again, while listening to you squeak more nothings.

He only croons, “Yeah, I know you like that, baby—this pretty pussy of yours just loves my attention, doesn’t it?" His eyes seem to glow with something sickly, his voice thin, just shy of unhinged. "Always so cute, I could die.”

He can’t get over it—you’re too adorable like this. Watching you pleasure him was a welcome surprise, but ultimately, this is how he always wants you—flipped and pinned with your cunt exposed to his every wish—his favorite toy that never disappoints.

“Your pretty pussy’s always such a crybaby, y’know that? Look how it weeps f’mo—so needy to get stuffed. I bet you want my knot, huh?” he keeps mumbling while using his cock to play with your overworked cunt without yet entering it. “Alright, baby—don’t worry—I’ll give it to you,” he rasps, drooling.

You can’t keep from whimpering when the bed jostles, accounting for his repositioning as he moves to mount you with his feet planted down flat on the bed. Your ankles are pinned passed your head at this point, tipping your cunt up higher than your head.

“Yeah—I’ll give you what you want.” His voice darkens, and so does the look in his eyes—soaked in something you don’t like—something wild and downright terrifying. “And I’ll give it to you good.”

You almost protest, but you know there’s no getting through to him—not with that expression. You hate Alphas, you hate him, and you really hate this awful pose—this mating-press pile-driving overkill where he always bullies into the backroom of your cunt, insisting on fucking your cervix as he digs his cockhead right at the mouth of your womb, knotting you and filling you up with the full worth of his load. It never fails to make you feel utterly wrecked and bedridden in the morning.

But he doesn’t care about that. You have no places you’re supposed to be anyway—nowhere aside from right here, in his bed, where you belong—his sweet Omega bride who’s going to give him lots of pups.

He lines himself up, pressing his head past the ring—watching it swallow around him and biting his lip at the sight. “Look at it, baby—look as I stuff that perfect pussy all the way up—”

He sinks in slowly, revering your cunt for every inch you receive—watching it in awe as it takes the entirety of his length right down to the base. It’s like a magic trick how it all disappears—you’re so tiny, and yet you’re built for this, to take every part of him in, hugging his shaft with velvet heat, milking him as he kneads the spot inside you that always makes you cry out so good for him.

“Yes, baby—that’s my girl—take it all,” he coos, all but sitting on your ass with his cock down your cunt. “It’s like your pussy’s made for me, isn’t it? Perfectly tight, perfectly deep, perfectly wet and chunky to feel like I’m fucking heaven itself—”

You feel no different from a toy when he does this—a squeaky toy manufactured for a Chihuahua puppy, yet mistakenly given to a full-grown Rottweiler. He straight dogs your cunt through several peaks—so soaked now that it fossettes down both the slope of your belly and the cliff of your spine. And still, he keeps going, rambling on like usual—all words that fail to reach you.

You’re so lightheaded you’re on the brink of passing out—overheating and out of strength, numb and tingly, beyond happy when you finally feel his knot swell within, propping you to take his seed. 

He keels over—his thighs pressed down tightly atop yours—panting above you—eyes half-mast and glazed, almost crying in bliss while feeding you his cum, knowing it's flooding your womb, breeding you full of warmth and love.

“Yes, every drop, baby—it’s all yours.” He keeps a thumb rubbing over your clit as he croons. Voice beyond lovesick, “Let’s make too many pups to count.”

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