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In which Jungkook gets very worked up over a bit of teasing.

Tags/Warnings: I had to do it, Idol!Jungkook, foreigner!Reader, Jungkooks english iS sO cUtE, lil teasing, pouty JK, (playful) arguing, a bit of shouting, smut, he gotta prove a point you know wink wink, oral (fem. Receiving), kinda rough n messy but still romance because it's home kook y'all, he do be like that

Length: short

Languages are marked as: English | Korean

All home! Content can be found under the Tag Home! + Member. (example: Home!Jungkook, Home!Yoongi etc)

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"It's just food, baby!" you laugh, as he continuously shakes his head furiously, cleaning up the kitchen counter after having finished eating dinner with you.

"it's not!" he argues, brows furrowed and lips in an evident pout. "it's- only I can!" he says, throwing the paper towel away with a bit more force than necessary before he turns towards you who's standing leaned against the fridge. "only me! I am boyfriend, not- whoever the hell, I dont care!" he contains. "next thing they help you put on your coat? Walk you home? Kiss you goodnight as well? Maybe even-" he begins to rant loudly, and you hold a hand out, walking towards him before you smile, holding his cheeks tenderly.

"baby you're shouting." you gently note, and he pouts now for an entirely different reason, looking down.

"sorry." he mumbles, and you can't help but lean up and peck his lips.

"do you really think I'd let that happen? Let someone else take care of me?" you ask, now hugging his body as you rest your chin on his chest, looking up at him. He's wrapping his arms around you as well- starting to sway you from side to side a little, still visibly a little worked up over the whole ordeal.

"no." he says lowly, muffled and quiet. "just.. Don't like. Only me." he says, and you giggle, nodding.

"only you." you say. "so, but it would be okay if I did it for Jimin then?" you tease, and he rolls his eyes, groaning as his head falls back.

"No!" he gasps, offended you'd even consider it- before he pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek in irritation, raising an eyebrow once he sees you laughing at his demise. "you think is funny?" he accuses- though there's now a clear hint of a challenge in his voice as he suddenly picks you up, lifting you over his shoulder before he let's you down again in the bedroom, right on the bed. While you're still very much amused, he makes quick work of your pants and underwear, dropping down to his knees on the carpet underneath your shared bed before he dives in for his second dinner it seems.

He's doing it with so much dedication and determination that you can't help but gasp out, a moan escaping you before your hands can fly up to cover your mouth. It seems to only rile him up further, as he moves to hold one of your legs open, while his other hand starts to assist his tongue and lips in pushing you towards your orgasm. He doesn't care about the noise or mess he makes- you know, deep down, it's simply a challenge he can't let pass by like this. His fingers stretch you open for what you know will be him right after you've come once- it's always like this. He once explained that he just needs to be inside you or it's not right- rambling on and on about the intimate connection he shares with you, and how it's more than just sex to him.

That's Jungkook- a romantic. A weird one, but a romantic nonetheless.

"jungk- ugh!" you whine, arching your back before your eyes close, mouth open in a silent sound as you come undone- his motions slowly stopping, before he gets up again.

"fuck-" Jungkook curses to himself as he stumbles over something on the floor, having detached himself to fetch a condom he's now unwrapping, before he pushes down his grey sweats and calvin Klein's to fit it onto his already hard length. "no one can take care of you like I can." he almost growls, carefully pushing himself inside before he starts to move- uncaring of you both messing up the sheets on the bed. "no one can love you like I can." he continues, relishing in the way you seem unable to know where to put your hands. "and no one can fuck you like I can, isn't that right darling?" he almost teases between gritted teeth and a clenched jaw. The noises are loud, obscene, pornographic almost- wet skin against skin, clear strings of your arousal keeping him connected to you by his pelvis, as if to keep him close.

And close he stays as your legs tremble under the force of your orgasm, his own hitting him only a few more pushes after yours. He can't help but press himself against you, closer and closer, needing skinship and affection now more than ever.

The kisses you share help in calming down your breathing- but not only that, because his entire demeanor has now turned soft again, hands careful and tender as they run over your skin lovingly. "I love you." you hum out, making him grin as he rests his forehead against yours.

"only me?" he asks, and you laugh.

"only you."

Illustrations from THE DULL BOOK (1972) by David Rankin.

“You were so pleasant when we first met.”

hoseok x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 4.4K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Petal/reader is meeting Hobi’s family for the first time in this and she’s a bit uncharacteristically anxious. And Hobi is honestly the sweetest. This could serve as a part 3 or a resolution to “You’re a shitty liar” in which Petal finds out Hobi has been hiding her from his family for 6 months. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

“Are we sure it’s not too soon?” You asked your boyfriend, picking at your cuticles as you avoided eye contact with him. He was seated on the sofa a few feet away as you stood at the edge of the room.

You were met with silence for a few seconds before a sigh met your ears, the man discarding the phone from his hands and setting it on the couch cushion next to him. He had been interacting with fans, but your expression of doubt had gained his full attention. “You know they genuinely want to meet you, right? I want you to meet each other.”

Your anxiety getting the better of you, you added in chewing the inside of your cheek to the nervous habits you exhibited as you nodded. “I know, it’s just-” Shrugging at him and scrunching your nose, you lifted your gaze to finally meet his considerate and concerned one.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized suddenly, shaking his head as though he was disappointed. Pulling your eyebrows together in question, you waited for him to elaborate. “I can’t help but feel this is my fault, Petal.”

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TORN VEIL - JJK

↬ getting married at five months pregnant probably wasn’t the best idea you had, and as expected; one minor setback and you felt like everything was falling apart.

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — fluff, smut

word count — 1.8k

warnings/tags — married!au, softdom!jk, sub!reader, reader is pregnant, crying, very domestic, cute pet names, jungkook is a simp, lots of sweet talk, mood swings, explicit smut, titties, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), penetrative sex, fucking whilst reader is pregnant (it’s safe guys don’t worry), a little dirty talk, overall quite soft :( <3

a/n: i have never been so APPALLED by my work in my life, but it’s been a while since i posted so here you go ☝️☹️

You were stuck in your bridal suite alone, makeup and hair all done up and intending to change into your creme gown for the reception, but you were sat there crying in your wedding dress. At this point, you didn’t care about ruining your makeup, or staining your fine mesh dress.

You’d torn your veil a couple minutes before the ceremony, so you had to walk down the aisle wearing a ripped veil, and that seemed to just push you to break down into tears the moment you were alone.

It was the only thing you could control. You had to press pause on your dream wedding dress since your baby bump would’ve restricted you from wearing anything that could potentially harm the baby. And heels; you could barely walk in your flats, there was no way you could handle walking down the aisle in heels.

Your first call for help was Jungkook, and without a second thought, he was there, his heart swelling at the sight of you in your gown. He’d already seen you in the dress but every time his eyes landed on you, it’d be like the first time all over again.

You looked absolutely stunning, he just needed a moment to drink it all in, but it didn’t take too long for him to notice you crying.

“Baby, why the tears?” he pouts, immediately kneeling beside you as you looked down at your dampening dress, sniffling and avoiding his eyes.

Jungkook sets his index finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, “Look up, my love. Tell me what happened.”

“My veil tore,” your voice breaks, reaching over to grab the hem of your mesh veil, showing him the hole that had been created where the material got caught in a splinter of wood. “And it ruined the whole ceremony,” you sob, removing the veil from your head and setting it aside.

Jungkook couldn’t even begin to explain how wrong you were. You looked like an absolute Goddess, an angel he was lucky enough to have been graced with.

The love of his life.

Seeing you cry on such a special day left his heart wrenching, and he vowed to make you see exactly what he saw in you.

And if that took the whole day, then so be it.

“Y/N,” he starts, gently taking your hands in his and urging you stand up with him, and you did, simply having no strength to refuse.

“You, my love, are the most beautiful woman to have ever stepped foot on this planet, and I will keep saying that to you over and over again,” Jungkook says softly, guiding you to stand in front of the body-length mirror which you had no intention to look at.

“Eyes up front,” he suddenly says, his voice having dropped several octaves from earlier on and that certainly woke you up, forcing you to look straight ahead at your reflection; your nose had turned slightly red from all the sniffling and your tear-stained cheeks had caused your makeup to become a little patchy, but that was the least of your worries.

Jungkook was stood directly behind you, his fingers softly tracing up and down the skin of your bare arms, knowing it would soothe you.

He leans down to place a tender kiss in crook of your neck, his eyes trailing up to meet your reflection. “Look at yourself and tell me you’re not the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Your eyes narrow in on your body, and you shook your head, “No.”

“No?”

“No.”

Jungkook sighs, pulling his head away from your neck and settling his hands on your hips, “Y/N, you could rock up to the reception in a bin bag and I’ll still think you’re the most beautiful being in the world.”

Your lips form a pout and you shake your head again, refusing to accept any of his sweet talk and nudging him away from you. You inhale sharply and lightly dab your fingers under your eyes, absorbing the tears threatening to fall. “It doesn’t help the fact that I’m pregnant and couldn’t even fit into my wedding dress,” you mumble, reaching your hand behind your back to pull down the awfully tight zipper of your dress.

“Pregnant or not, you’re the woman of my dreams,”he fires back at you, but you weren’t listening, struggling to pull the zip down your back and Jungkook arches a brow. “You need some help?”

Having a baby bump wasn’t doing you any justice. You got out of breath quicker and eventually gave up trying to pull the zip down, and your husband chuckles softly, reaching out for the zipper and seamlessly pulling it down your spine slowly so as to not cause any damages to your dress.

You opted to go braless for the day, just to make it a little easier to fit into your dress and accentuate the upper half of your body, assisting the ‘plunge’ of your dress.

The amount of tears in your eyes would lessen and soon you stopped crying, deciding you’d be wasting your time dwelling on a silly veil that you’d only wear once in your life.

The dress had loosened around your curves, giving you enough room to breath and you didn’t even notice your body rocking against Jungkook, head falling back over his shoulder as you let out a relaxed sigh and he was quick to snake his hand over your waist, gently resting on your pelvis.

“You can’t fall asleep on me, love, we have a reception to attend to,” he whispers, pulling the strap of your dress down your shoulders to give you a little more breathing room.

Jungkook looked straight into the mirror, watching the front of your dress slowly detach itself from your body, revealing your swelling tits that sat perfectly on its own and Jungkook swore he felt himself growing hard behind you, and it did not go unnoticed.

The fact that your dress was falling off your body was the least of your concerns, not when Jungkook’s boner was pressed against the small of your back, making you smile. You open your eyes and look up at your husband, who was clenching his jaw in a bid to control himself.

“What’s wrong, Kook?” You were quite obviously messing with him, knowing exactly what the issue was and Jungkook hated how easily you could switch up, especially whilst you were pregnant.

“Nothing, come on, let’s get you into the other dress,” he says dismissively, about to turn away from you, but you grab his hands, forcing him to glue his palms over the soft flesh of your tits whilst he stood behind you, pressing a little too hard against your backside.

Jungkook had to resist the urge to groan, the gears in his wrist moving on their own as he grasped onto your tits, kneading them between his palms as he inhaled the sweet scent of vanilla in your hair, the scent itself fogging his mind.

Your breathing had quickened in the span of two minutes and your wedding dress had pooled at your ankles leaving you bare, with nothing but a simple lace garter adorning your left thigh, which caught your husbands eye.

“I don’t see the point of the garter,” he mumbles, nibbling at your neck, “You’re not exactly the purest of them all, are you?” he questions, indirecting your hormonal tendencies. The pad of his fingers would brush over your sensitive nipples, hardening under his touch as he groaned to himself.

“But you look like an angel,” he whispers breathlessly, trailing his hands over the surface of your baby bump, rubbing small circles over your skin. “And I know our little angel will look exactly like her mother.. isn’t that right, my love?”

You nod rapidly, his hands moving a little too fast, already making home between your legs to catch a feel of your soiled panties.

“Already so wet, huh?” Jungkook shifts your white lace panties to the side to coat his fingers in your slick, gently smearing the substance over your sensitive pussy as you tried your hardest to stop your legs from shuddering.

Your pregnancy introduced you to a whole lot of different pheromones and emotions, one of them being; horny at the most unprecedented times. You were lucky to have a husband like Jungkook, who’d literally drop whatever he was doing to tend to your needs, whether it be a short, sweet fuck with his tongue or a soft and subtle fuck with his fingers.

With the way you were feeling right now, neither of the two would be enough.

You needed something more.

“—Want your cock, Kook…” you whine, and Jungkook didn’t know what was beating harder; his heart or his dick.

Fucking in a bridal suite seemed unconventional, but your husband knew never to keep a pregnant woman waiting, so he retracted his hands from between your legs to quickly undo the expensive belt keeping his black dress pants intact.

“You sure you can take it?” Jungkook was concerned about you and the baby, but the doctor did say that sex would heal any problems you were facing during your pregnancy, ranging from contractions, mood swings and more.

You knew your body well more than anyone, so when the bulging tip of his cock would press against your sopping wet cunt, you’d immediately push back onto him, allowing his cock to slip into you with some struggle, but Jungkook was quick to take initiative and carefully steady the base of his cock further into you, eliciting a sharp gasp to fall from your lips.

Your hormones were at an all time high, so Jungkook moving only the slightest would erupt a wave of pleasure over your body.

Jungkook was being cautious with his thrusts, taking his time to fit the expanse of his thick cock within your tight walls and feeling you clench around him uncontrollably. With how hard you were gripping around him, you could’ve easily forced him to cum right then and there, but he held himself back.

“Shit, I knocked you up and you’re still so fucking tight?” he seethes, pressuring his hips to pick up the pace, yet being as gentle as possible to not hurt you or the precious baby sitting in your womb.

Your back was leaning against his firm chest, hands gripping his wrists for stability as your body grew limp in his hold.

It’d been so long since you felt him inside you; so raw and intimate, even Jungkook was basking in the swell of your cunt, thrusting himself in and out of you and muttering a string of curses under his breath so as to not attract any attention from anyone outside of the suite.

“My pretty wife always has time for cock, doesn’t she?” he taunts you, looking down at your fucked state; cheeks flushed red and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“M— more, Koo.. I can take it.”

God, you were so fucking cute all high and horny, Jungkook couldn’t deny you of your wants.

“I’ll give you everything and more, angel.”

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