Prompt: boyfriend Jungkook accidentally proposing to you in his sleep (or how i like to call it sleeposal)
AN: this was also meant to be a drabble…..and i once again failed miserably.....and the next one to come is just as heavy....i am so so sorry i just started writing and i couldn't stop! This idea was so cute i fluffed myself to the point of toothache! Thank you anon for sending this in! I hope you enjoy it!
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Sequel - re: posal read here
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Every girl dreams of their own wedding. Starting from the proposal, the privilege of calling someone your fiancé. To the wedding planning with the whole shabang; flowers, mother in law and their own mother arguing, picking the dress, picking the cake, walking down the aisle, saying 'I do'. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t even thought about it once. Because you had, more times than you could count on your fingers. As a child you always used to brag about your wedding. You told anyone who would listen what your wedding was going to look like. Sure, things may have changed on a daily basis, depending on what you saw on TV, you were barely a teenager. But for the most part, your wedding was going to be grand. Fit for a princess like you.
Slowly, as you grew up, you realised that dreaming of your wedding was setting yourself up for disaster. Hoping that each person you dated would be the one, became tiring. Life was never so straight forward, but you still held onto that hope. Although, the desire to become a bride was less strong than it had been before. You stopped writing into your diary how you would marry the person you happened to be dating, you stopped sticking magazine cutouts of wedding venues and dresses onto random pieces of paper. You left your own wedding planning days behind, along with your pink dresses and tiaras. Even more so now when you had other weddings to organise. As an event planner- you weren’t a wedding planner no, there was a difference, and you would straighten up anyone who dared to say otherwise, you saw more couples and weddings than you wanted to. Being out and about during a wedding reception, ensuring that everything was going according to plan, you witnessed tears of happiness, sadness, the good speeches, the not so good speeches, the fights, the laughter, everything. All this, experiencing people’s occasions, made you forget that someone out there may be the one for you.
“Hi, I’m Jungkook.” That was how it started. He happened to be the drummer of a band hired for a performance that night. You didn’t have much time, the lifts were broken, and with missing chairs, you had more than plenty on your plate. Yet, something in his smile, the way he wrinkled his nose when he laughed at a joke, made you feel like time was limitless. He made you slow down and sit for a few seconds, just to chat.
Those few seconds then turned into days, weeks, months. Now, after years of him being your reminder to breathe, to slow down and enjoy life, to put yourself first sometimes, here you were. Living together, sharing good mornings and good nights, sharing kisses and sharing dreams.
What you sometimes struggled to share was a bed. Jungkook had a very bad tendency to talk to you about his day and his plans for the next day. Which in itself was not a problem. You loved to talk to him about anything and everything, he was your boyfriend and he was also your best friend. He was the person you reached out to whenever you needed encouragement. He was the person you hugged whenever you needed comfort. He was the person to wipe away your tears whenever you needed. He was the person you shared your good memories with, he was the person who made the bad memories disappear.
The problem was not sharing bits of yourselves and about your day, the problem was that Jungkook had a tendency to do all that even after he’d fallen asleep. On more than one occasion you woke up thinking he had called your name. At first you thought he may be dreaming, then you thought he genuinely required your attention. It took weeks for you to realise that Jungkook sometimes talked in his sleep.
Most times it would be mumbled rambles of one thing or another, other times he would sound as coherent as he did when he was awake. Sometimes he’d address you directly, other times, he’d be having a conversation either with himself or with someone else. You’ve learned to ignore the mumbled speeches, most nights you ended up sleeping through them. However, it was on nights where he would have eloquent conversations that you arose, if only to listen to him.
Tonight was no exception, you were still awake, the chill of the bedroom making you scoot closer to your boyfriend in search of some heat. Managing to slot yourself flush to his side, his arm instantly wrapping around your waist, you sighed in contentment. With your eyes closed and your body as warm as it could get, you prepared to slip off into dreamland.
“Mmmm… with you.” Your head was half on Jungkook’s chest, the vibrations causing you to whine. “Shhhhh.”
Jungkook snorted, “I’m thinking.” His voice got louder with each syllable and you pulled away from him to check whether or not he was awake. Seeing his eyes tightly closed, his nose scrunched up as he usually does in his sleep, you let your head drop back onto the pillow with a sigh.
“What are you thinking about babe?” You decided you were not going to sleep anytime soon. Scooting away from Jungkook’s body, your own instantly cooling down from the loss of contact, you decided you might just as well enjoy this.
“H’to pr’pose.” He mumbled, sniffing loudly, shifting his body closer to yours.
Your heart stopped for a second, he couldn’t have said what he just did, right? “What was that?” Normally by then you’d leave him to his own devices, but this time you needed to know what he said, if only for your own peace of mind.
“I’m gon’ propose.” At his words your eyes widened. In the darkness of your bedroom you could barely make out his face and you didn’t want to turn on the bedroom light in case it woke him up. Narrowing your eyes, you wormed your way closer to him in an attempt to see him better. His eyes were still closed, but this time he wore a soft smile on his face. Heart pounding you made a quick decision to prod him more.
“Propose to me?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, the incredulity clear in your voice. You had been together for some time now, yet this was not something you were expecting any time soon. The two of you had gotten as close as anything, and with that closeness came the comfort of just being in each other’s presence. Marriage had never crossed your mind, and you certainly weren’t expecting it to have crossed his.
Jungkook snorted, his hand rubbing his nose, and for a second you froze, your heart dropping to your stomach. What if you’d got it wrong? “Not you no,” amusement lacing through his voice. “M’ g’friend.”
The relief you felt at his words was brief, your heart pounded in your chest and you could feel the familiar sting of your tears forcing you to blink. You sniffled, not wanting to cry in the middle of a proposal, even if it was a sleep induced one. Jungkook’s hand reached out for you as if he could sense something wasn't right. Extending your hand, you found his, your fingers naturally interlinking and you dropped them in the space between the two of you.
“I wanna propose and I want it to be the best proposal she’s ever gotten.” The determination in his voice made you snort out loud. With bated breath you checked once more if he was awake or not. He sounded too articulate for your ears.
“Jungkook, babe.” You considered waking him up, before he carried on doing something he may regret later, your brain and heart at war with each other. Your brain was telling you to stop him, in case he got your hopes up only to fall short on his promise, whereas your heart yelled at you to keep him talking, yearning to hear his promise of forever. You decided to listen to neither, as you forced yourself into his arms, wiggling to get comfortable. Sighing as he tightened his grip around you, caging you in. You hoped that your brief interruption would make him stop or at least change subjects. However, this was Jeon Jungkook, and your boyfriend was nothing if not stubborn; awake and asleep.
“Mno, I want her to be only mine, don’ call me babe. Only Y/N gets to call me that. No,” He smacked his lips audibly, “she gets to call me her husband.” His speech was getting faster and faster and you stared at him in awe. Deciding to change tactics, you figured that getting it out of him may make him stop quicker. You didn’t know how much more your heart could take.
“Ok, I am sorry.” You said sternly, trying your hardest not to laugh. The multitude of emotions coursing through you combined with the lack of sleep were finally getting to you. “How would you propose to your girlfriend?” For a moment Jungkook’s soft breathing was the only thing you could pick out in the stillness that surrounded you. Thinking he finally settled, you sighed and closed your eyes prepared to get some much needed sleep. The tiredness you felt made it hard for you to process his words no matter how much you tried. “Babe.” You whispered hesitantly, curiosity getting the best of you. You needed to know what he had planned, otherwise the thoughts in your head would make it impossible for you to sleep. Straining your ears for any sign of him being awake, you tried again when you got no response. “Babe.”
Mumbling a response, Jungkook wrapped his arm around your waist, as his leg tangled up with yours. Chuckling you shook your head. “You are cute. And I love you.” You whisper, your fingers gently combing through his hair. “And I would say yes a hundred times if you asked me to be your wife.” The weight of your words hit you; suddenly with all the love blooming in your heart, you realised that for the first time, what you had dreamt of as a child, you were living. Now. With Jungkook.
“Good.” He mumbled and with a sigh he buried his face in your hair, the soft snores coming from him a clear sign he was done talking for the night.
“You have been thinking about this a lot, huh?” With a sigh of contentment and the new title of fiancé, which you would make sure to question in the morning, you let yourself relax into his arms, sleep taking over you.
You woke up in the morning with your stomach still fluttering from the night before. As you lay in bed, sun warming your body, you replayed the events in your head. Your boyfriend had done a lot of things that made you laugh like an idiot in love, yet this topped them all. Smiling softly to yourself, you stretched languidly as the smell of breakfast tickled your nose. Deciding to face the day, and with it, your somniloquist boyfriend, you padded barefoot towards the kitchen. The sound of humming reached you before you could get to your destination. Rounding the corner you spotted Jungkook’s bare back near the stove, a dish rag over his shoulder as he cleaned the remnants of the ingredients he used to cook. Not wanting to break his concentration, and also rob yourself of the sight of his naked back, you leaned against the doorway. He was an apron away from getting the sexiest chef award, his muscles contracting with his movements as he reached out to put the salt back in its place.
You licked your lips, and with a mischievous grin you tiptoed your way towards him with the clear intent to jump on his back.
Jungkook smiled to himself and purposefully raised his voice, the humming turning into singing. He had heard you as soon as you opened the bedroom door, the sound of your footsteps already ingrained into his mind. Not wanting to give himself away he pretended to be busy, his back still turned towards you. You were stuck between a rock and a hard place, the temptation to stop and listen to him sing deterring you from the golden temptation of his skin.
Pausing right behind him, you took your time drinking in the softness of his skin and the expanse of his shoulders, waiting for the opportune moment. However, Jungkook was set on ruining your plans, as he abruptly turned around and trapped you in his arms, the smirk on his face worthy of a gremlin.
“Gotcha.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, your scheme may have been foiled but you didn’t mind it too much. Jungkook pecked your lips in greeting as he started swaying you side to side to a song only he could hear in his head. Closing your eyes for a second you enjoyed the tune of his heart, the rhythm reminding you of the night before. You smirked to yourself as you shimmied out of his arms. Jungkook couldn’t help but look at you suspiciously, your playful smile an indication you had something up your sleeve.
“I think,” You couldn’t help but smirk knowingly to yourself as you poked his arm. “Mister,” Your finger trailed down his arms, following the design of his tattoos as you forced yourself to not get too distracted by them. “That I have an answer to give you.”
“Answer?” Jungkook’s confusion was clear on his face. He couldn’t remember asking you anything that you haven’t already answered. Suddenly realisation dawned on him, and he groaned burying his face in his hands. “Have I talked in my sleep again?” He ran his fingers through his hair in nervousness. He had been stressed about the direction he wanted to take your relationship. What worried him the most was the little black box snuggled in his drawer, and the knowledge that he talked often in his sleep when he was nervous. With that in mind he looked wearily at you, “Have I —“
“Proposed to me in your sleep?” You tried to shrug nonchalantly despite your heart’s attempts to beat out of your chest. Glancing up at Jungkook you saw his Adam’s apple bob as you continued, “and I may have said yes?” You turned around to grab the kettle, going about your routine as if you hadn’t just dropped a bomb on him.
Jungkook stood frozen on the spot, your relaxed approach to everything taking him aback. He’d stressed out for months on how to do it, planned everything to be as perfect as possible. Now that the cat was out of the proverbial bag, it turned out he needn’t be.
“Love, would you like some coffee?” You turned around the kettle swinging in your hand. Trying not to laugh at Jungkook’s dumbstruck look, you continued. “Oh and by the way, I am still awaiting my proper proposal. As much as I love your sleep talking habits, I won’t have that privilege taken away from me.” As you spoke you approached him slowly, a grin forming on your face. Reaching him, toe to toe, you pursed your lips. “Love, are you still breathing?”
As if to prove you wrong Jungkook took a loud inhale, the situation having sunk into his brain. Your face was so close to his, he only needed to lean in as his lips softly brushed over yours. What started as a slow kiss soon turned into a battle as you haphazardly put the kettle on the counter. Jungkook’s hands were now pulling you to him, trying to get as much of you as possible.
“Wait- I need to know.” You broke the kiss and shushed Jungkook’s complaint at the loss of contact. “How were you planning to propose?” You said looking up at him expectantly. Jungkook simply smiled and leaned to press his lips against yours once more.
“I may have booked us flights to Paris.” His kiss trailed down your neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. Pulling away he enjoyed the dazed look in your eyes morphing into excitement as the shoe dropped.
Squealing you jumped into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist. “You,” You pecked his lips forcefully. “Are,” Tightening your hold on him, you continued to attack his lips between words. “The best boyfriend ever.” At his protest you were quick to correct yourself. “Fiancé.” Sealing the deal with another kiss, this time a deeper one, you wound your fingers through his hair.
“Good because I've been hiding the ring from you for months.”
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Can I ask for a smut drabble for jungkook where his partner is tiny/petite(short) and while their having sex, he puts his hand on her tummy and presses on it so you can feel his dick all the way up there and says something like "can you feel me here" or somethin' like that? I know it's kinda specific and...Idk I'm short and this is one of my biggest fantasy/kink and I always love your smut drabbles. Thank you if you do do it❤
OKAY HOLY FUUUUUUUUUU–
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“Relax for me baby girl, okay?” Jungkook whispers right above your lips and you nod. You can feel the tip of his dick right in front of your entrance and you took a deep breath.
“O-oh, holy shit,” he growls deeply, the raspiness of his voice rattles throughout the room and you whimper when you can feel his length slowly filling you up. He was bigger than you thought he would feel, and he wasn’t even halfway in yet.
Jungkook tries to calm himself down, trying so hard not to just pound in your sweet little cunt already. He can feel the way you’re clenching around him so tightly that he couldn’t almost move. He closes his eyes shut as he pushes himself deeper.
“J-Jung–” you were feeling too overwhelmed by all of the sensations that you couldn’t even finish your words. Your boyfriend holds your waist in one hand and the other holds your tiny face in his big hand. He smirks at you, “How are you feeling, baby?” he asks. You suddenly gasp and whine when Jungkook shoves the rest of his length inside your walls without any warning. You moan in delight, feeling him reach all different places inside you. “F-feel so good, Jungkook,” you whispered, not trusting your voice.
He chuckles and starts to slowly pull his cock all the way out to plunge right back in, making you release a long moan. “Mhmm, my little girl loves my big cock inside her tight cunt. You love how I fill you up, huh?”
His words sends shivers down your spine and he knows it. You whimper as you nod your head up and down. “I love it, Kook.” Jungkook’s thrusts went faster and faster and you were a whimpering and moaning mess underneath him. He loves the noises you were making, thinking that it was only just for him. He was the only one who can make you feel this good.
Suddenly, he stops his movements abruptly and he lets his cock rest inside you all the way in. You whine as you rolled your hips so he can move, but his hands put you in place. He smirks at you as his veiny hand caresses your soft tummy.
“Can you feel me here, my little girl?” he says as he presses his hand down firmly. He moves his cock in and out very slightly to feel it move inside of you. You whimper as you nod your head vigorously, “Y-yes…so deep,” you mewled. Jungkook groans at presses down even firmly, “Can feel me all the way up here, huh? You feel how my dick reaches all the way up to your cute tummy?”
Impatient, your hands fly to his hair to tug on it. He grins at you and he finally starts to move again. The feeling of his rock-hard member brushing against your walls, hitting all your sweet spots made your eyes roll back. He was just so big.
“M’gonna ruin this sweet pussy of yours, baby. Gonna fill you up with my cum and mark you mine.”
Your phone rang, Taehyung calling you to face time. You quickly washed your face and ran to answer the call, as you didn’t want him to see you crying. Not when he’s away, not right now when he’s having the time of his life. “Hey” You smiled at him gently as his face appeared on the screen. This was pure torture to you, but you did it anyway. Your feelings were stronger than some distance like this one and he might have been away for two solid months, but you still were understanding. Yet you had nights like this one, crying at the thought of it.
“Hey baby” He smiled back. “Lucky us, no time zone difference today,” He said, referring to him being in Osaka and you in Seoul.
“Yeah, but didn’t you just land? It’s late Tae, you should be sleeping by now, you have a huge show tomorrow” You told him.
“I can’t go to sleep without talking to you,” He said. “I miss you. We’re so close this time”
“Yeah,” was all you could say as you bit your bottom lip and looked away. “Close”
“You’ve been crying haven’t you?” He let out a sigh. “Your eyes are red, there’s no way fooling me”
“Taehyung,” You sighed loudly. “We- I don’t think this is good for you. Having a relationship while working I’m-”
“Y/n, what are you even on about? No way-”
“Just hear me out,” You said. “Your mind is not on having fun and working. Your work is so precious, Tae. You should be focused on it and not me. It’s not right”
“You’re insane, I swear,” He said. “You’re special to me”
“I know but-”
“No, now hear me out,” He began. “I am having fun, I’m completely and utterly focused. I know how to act on it if I get distracted, baby. You’re so damn important to me, don’t ever think like that again. I called to say something good anyway. After these three shows in Osaka, I’m home for a full week. All dedicated to you and to us. Then one more month of touring and I’m all yours. So quit being a stupid little shit and wait for me, I have lots of surprises” He smiled brightly, his words instantly lifting your mood.
It all came with it, dating someone like Taehyung. Obstacles aside, it was all worth it because of moments like these.
Prompt: “your mum is mad at me :( will you help me get on her good side again"
AN: this was meant to be a drabble.....and it turned into...a long thing because i can't drabble, my requests have been one shots in disguise, i am sorry anon T.T it may be....1k longer than i intended but i hope you enjoy this! Dadchim was a challenge but i loved every bit of it. I apologise for the lateness :( thank you @notyouroppar for reading this for me you are a star in disguise.
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“Park Jimin!” Your voice rang throughout the apartment from the entryway. After finally having the chance to go out with your girlfriends, you had come back quite late that night.. It was nothing too crazy, just a late dinner with drinks and a good time spent talking. As a mother and wife you couldn’t afford to spend too much time away from home. Normally, you wouldn’t even agree to going out anywhere after work, your sole worry being your children at home. However, this time, it was your friend’s engagement celebration and as the matron of honour, you couldn’t miss it for the world. You were tempted to say no regardless, worried about your children. After your husband pressed the matter every night for a whole week, promising that he would be home to take care of them, you finally conceded. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him to take care of his own daughters. But he was also a busy man and you never asked him to take over on his own from you, especially when you could do it yourself. Ever since they were born you and Jimin worked as a team, taking care of your twins as much as you could together. However, it did happen on some occasions that he couldn’t be there and so you would manage on your own. A task that you found quite comfortable, so you never felt the need to change it.
When this opportunity arose and he reassured you multiple times that he could do it on his own, you trusted him wholeheartedly. You were now questioning your own decision, as you walked through the door to find that the house had been turned upside down. Confused, you wandered down the corridor, treading lightly so as to not step on lego pieces and abandoned toys. To put it mildly, the house looked like a warzone. Neither your husband nor your five year old twins could be seen anywhere.
You would’ve thought something had happened to them if not for the soft giggles that reached your ears; the distinct sound of your husband’s voice trying in vain to quieten them down.
Following the high pitched sounds of your two girls laughing, you stumbled upon a sight that made you freeze. If you thought the corridor looked like a warzone, the living room looked even worse. You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself down, as you took notice of the furniture that had been pushed around. The chairs to the dining table had all been distributed around the corners of the room, and your freshly dried sheets had been tied to each of them, as if to create a shelter. From underneath it, you could hear the joyous sounds of your two girls and their father’s desperate attempt to stop them from making any noises. Two more deep breaths in, you tried again, “Park Jimin!” The living room became silent, so silent you could hear a pin drop. However, it didn’t last for long. You fought the urge to snicker as you heard your daughter’s voice state matter of factly, “Uh-oh Daddy, you in trouble!”
You decided to wait, so you leaned against the wall, hands crossed over your chest. You weren’t as angry as you sounded; it was more amusing than upsetting. Yes, it was late and your girls should have been in bed hours ago; yes, judging by the pizza boxes on the dining table, your efforts to cook them a healthy meal had gone to waste;yes, you would probably exchange a few words with your husband about this situation. Maybe you were a bit annoyed that you would have to clean this all up, after you finally managed to send everyone to bed. But what was most important to you was that the three people you loved the most were happy. If the squealing noises coming from underneath the makeshift fort were any indication, they were more than elated.
Smiling softly to yourself, you cleared your throat. “Are you going to come out of there, or am I supposed to crawl in?” You schooled your voice to sound stern, despite the huge grin you had on your face. For a few seconds everything went quiet again. Until your ears perked up at the sound of a rustle, the bedsheets moving along with the bodies underneath. You forcefully had to stifle your chuckles when your youngest by a few minutes tried to imitate your voice. “I think you need to get out there Daddy.”
Jimin knew he was in for a scolding. He did try his best to imitate your behaviour when dealing with the girls’ bedtime- he truly did. However, their pleas of “Daddy help us make a treehouse!” were too hard for him to resist. It didn’t help that their wide eyes, gleaming with excitement, reminded him of the eyes that made him fall in love with you. Your daughters were the spitting image of you, and he couldn’t help but adore them more for that. Hoping he could tire his daughters out before you came back home, he agreed. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t enjoyed it as much as they had. Being able to play with no restrictions,not that you were usually severe with your girls, made him feel as giddy as a child. Having to compromise with them on building a fort inside, rather than an actual treehouse in the back garden, was another story. He tried to remember tactics he’d seen you use when you’d have to get your daughters to do something. Promising them pizza, he forgot all about the dinner you had left in the fridge for them. When he came across your post-it note that reminded him to reheat it, he felt the stab of guilt. But before he could remind his daughters of the food you made with love for them, he got roped in by their excitement, and forgot about it once more. Until now.
“I’m going to count to three, if you aren’t out I am coming in.” You announced, “one, two,-“ but before you could reach the final count, three heads popped out from under the sheets. You couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, your attempt to disguise it as a cough futile. Jimin knew you too well.
“Mummy, look what we made!” You didn’t have time to straighten yourself before you were attacked by the twins with a crushing hug.
Gulping, Jimin glanced at his daughters, their infectious laughter making him smile. “Shhh, your mum is upset with us.” He reminded them, finding it hard to not laugh along with them. His eldest shook her head and looked as serious as a five year old could before replying, “No Daddy, Mummy’s angry with you.” He couldn’t help but groan in mock despair. “You are right Mei, Mum is mad at me.” Suddenly, an idea popped into his head and he tried to look as sad as he could before he looked at both of his daughters. “She is mad at me, can you please help me get on her good side again?” He whispered to them with a conspiratorial wink.
Silently observing the display between the three, you fought down the smile threatening to stretch across your face. When your youngest daughter smiled mischievously at her twin, you knew you were in for trouble. “Daddy could give Mummy a kiss!” She exclaimed loudly, looking proud of herself. Emi, her sister looked at her, face scrunched up in confusion. “Why would Daddy give Mummy a kiss?” She asked for an explanation, pulling on Jimin’s hand to get his attention. Jimin was at a loss for words, his wide eyed expression comically resembling that of a deer caught in headlights. Snickering to herself, Mei grabbed onto your hand pulling you along closer to your husband. “Because” she explained smartly, “at school when we do something bad and the teacher is upset, we give her a present and say sorry!”
Her sister’s awed expression spurred her on, “So Daddy should give Mummy a kiss and say sorry! And she won’t be upset anymore!” Finally understanding, Emi was quick to agree. Her excitement at the thought made her jump up and down screaming at the top of her lungs, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” The ruckus around you made you flinch, your daughters’ shrill excitement cracking your resolve.
“Is that so?” Jimin’s smooth voice interrupted their party and they eagerly nodded at him. Slowly approaching you, still unsure of your mood, he grabbed your free hand in his, pulling you slightly towards him. You didn’t put up too much of a fight, the thought of being in his arms after a long day away from him made you giddy. “If Mummy lets me, I can’t think of a better present.” Enveloping you in his arms, he barely gave you the time to nod before his plush lips brushed over yours. The feeling of his loving embrace paired with his lips on top of yours caused you to shiver.
You couldn’t hold in your laughter anymore, your twins’ giggles filling you with pure happiness. Breaking away from Jimin’s kiss, your amused gaze catching his, you turn your attention back to your daughters. “Alright you two, it’s late, time for bed. Go brush your teeth, and I’ll come read you a bedtime story.” You told them sternly. Their gleeful faces dropped, but they didn’t dare question you. Grumbling to themselves about parents and how they are no fun, they trudge up the stairs to the bathroom. Finally alone with your husband, you look at him. Your brow raised at his outraged expression.
“How do you manage to do that?” He sounded amazed and you smirked at him. “‘Mother’s touch, love.” You shrugged at him. Jimin didn’t waste another moment to pull you back into his arms, his lips enveloping yours once more.
“I love you and our daughters so much.” Jimin whispered against your lips, his arms tightening their grip around you. Laughing, you replied, “I love you three so much. Though…” You briefly separated from the kiss. “I still have a few things to discuss with you.” You said sternly, gesturing towards the mess around you. Jimin chuckled and leaned in for another kiss.
“That means I will have to kiss you,” he pecks you lightly, “Again,” his lips press against yours once more, “and again.” With a final long kiss that left you breathless, he let you go. “Until you forgive me.”
Drabble request by anon with ceo!JK. I loved writing this it was so much fun! Thank you for the request and i hope it is what you wanted! and i am sorry it turned into a small one shot than a drabble!
Jeon Jungkook was like a thunderstorm on a normal day. Jeon Jungkook on a bad day, was a hurricane. Each morning every department would wait with baited breath for him to come into the office. If it happened to be a normal day, he would only bark orders at the people he had meetings with. His office door would stay open for others to come in- not that anyone dared to, and he would only be requesting his PA’s presence. On those days, anyone who didn’t have a meeting scheduled with him in their calendar would be breathing easily. If it was a bad day, everyone would know from the moment he entered the building. His PA would come running in letting everyone know that he was downstairs, and requested an urgent meeting with the heads of the departments. That was a sign for everyone to scramble back to their stations, because if there was even one thing out of place, heads would roll. On those bad days he would be like a ticking time bomb and it would take very little for him to explode.
On good days- they had never witnessed a good day in the office with him. But recently there had been just as little bad days too. Most of the time the office would experience a normal day in the office, until someone would be called over email or phone into a meeting with him. Today was no exception. The silence in the wide space was so loud a pin drop could be heard. The glass door to the CEO’s office was wide open, yet no sound could be heard coming from inside. Today was a big day. Jungkook would be meeting with the board to discuss a new investment and the silence put everyone on edge. So when the ping of the lift echoed from down the corridor everyone all but jumped out of their skin.
Coming out of the lift, you breathed in relief. The office seemed less like a warzone than the last time you visited. Readjusting the grip on your bag you confidently made your way down the corridor. It was already after lunch so most people were back at their desk, furiously typing away or speaking on the phone. You tried to ignore the fuss around you as everyone took notice of you.
“Y/N, what brings you here?” Emi, Jungkook’s PA warmly greeted you. You’ve known her for some time as you went to university with her; the two of you always ate lunch together during your free hour. Setting a freshly bought coffee on her desk you returned the warm greeting.
“How’s he?” You threw a glance at the open door, the polished sign that read ‘Jeon Jungkook; CEO’ gleaming in the sunlight coming in from the windows. As if the man in question heard you, a loud crash and a curse resonated through the office, only to be followed by Jungkook’s voice coming from Emi’s intercom. “Emi! In here please!” Emi jumped up immediately but you gently placed your arm on her shoulder stopping her. “It’s ok Emi, I got this.” You rolled your eyes as you turned round and headed for the office. Behind you, all you could hear were murmurs, your ears catching onto a few. "Wait, she’s going in just like that?", "She can’t be, she’ll get yelled at!". You struggled not to laugh- if only they knew.
Jungkook’s office was always clean, his sensitivity to smells forcing the cleaners to come in twice a day. Taking in the airy office, you spotted the man of the hour bent over, searching frantically for something in his drawers. The desk lamp that lay on it's side on the floor gave you an indication of where the crash may have come from.
“Emi, yes good-” Jungkook turned to face you so abruptly you wondered how he didn’t give himself a whiplash.
“Jeon Jungkook, do I look like Emi to you?” You playfully scolded him with your hands on your hips. Wide eyed, he stared at you before his face broke out into a grin. “Y/N!” Before he could say anything else for the whole office to hear, you quickly closed his door. Narrowing your eyes, you pointed at him. “You, mister, left without a goodbye this morning.” Mock irritation painted your face as he tried to make himself look as innocent as possible. “I’m sorry love, I was in a hurry.” He sheepishly responded.
“Why am I not even surprised?” Rolling your eyes you motioned for him to get closer. “Am I not going to receive my greeting now?” Mouth falling open, Jungkook scrambled to round his desk heading straight towards you, his arms wide open. Engulfing you in a tight hug he whispered apologies in your hair, his voice coming out as broken muffles.
“It’s okay, forgiven...only if you stop by the Italian place tonight and get my favourite dish.” You lightly poked him in an attempt to get him to let you go. “Jungkook, let me go. We have a meeting to go to. Everyone’s probably imagined the worst scenarios by now.” In a last attempt to make him let you go, you used a tactic you knew always worked. “I may have brought you your favourite drink.” You’ve barely even finished the sentence that your eyes registered at the sight of him exiting the office. Shaking your head, a small smile gracing your lips, you followed him out the door.
The meeting lasted longer than you’d intended, and it didn’t help that Jungkook would keep referencing your name. To make matters worse, he kept stealing glances your way, the last straw being his genuine smile when he praised the work you have done for them this past year.
The whole boardroom stared agape at the way Jungkook threw a smile your way. Glaring at him you tutted to yourself. You patted your skirt in an attempt to get your head back into the game as you cleared your throat. “Right, as everyone knows I am Y/N, I am the head legal consultant.” Getting up from your seat, you went to take the cursor from Jungkook, his fingers brushing over ours briefly sending sparks down your spine. With a final glance his way, you clicked on the cursor smiling to yourself. It may have not been noticed by anyone, but behind the cold mask, Jungkook’s eyes sparkled with love and admiration as they followed you around the room.
As you finished drawing up the last conclusions in the meeting, people were already starting to exit the room eager to get on with their day. Packing up your laptop, you looked up as you heard your name. One of your colleagues from the legal team of the company approached you with a smile. “Rhia, hi! So nice to see you again!” As you barely came to any meetings, you rarely had a chance to catch up in person with the people working alongside you. Whenever you had more time you would make it a point to visit them in the department downstairs for a brief off the clock catch up session. You’d intended to do the same today only for your plans to be slightly derailed.
“Y/N.” Jungkook’s voice sounded neutral as he called your name, but it only took you one look in his direction to tell he was excited. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he continued, “I will be taking you home.” With that he left you staring wide eyed after him as he exited the room like a hurricane.
“Wow, he’s normally so cold, how did you manage to get him so soft for you?” Rhia inquired absentmindedly as she packed up her bag and prepared to leave the meeting room. Smirking to yourself, you shrugged as you followed her suit. Outside, in all his glory, stood the aforementioned CEO, his stony expression softening at the sight of you. As soon as you spotted him you smiled. Turning back to your colleague you nodded at her, “It’s no secret, I’m a consulting legal partner, I could make sure his ass is sued at any point if he makes the wrong move.” At her awed expression you gently reached out to pat her shoulder. “Oh and I know where to find his favourite flavoured milk. Should try it, it does wonders for his mood.” Laughing to yourself at Rhia’s astonishment, you turned around quickly at the sound of your name. “This is my cue to go, have a good evening Rhia.” Waving goodbye to her you didn’t bother to glance back as your eyes were locked onto the sole reason for your giddiness in the morning and at night. Picking up the pace, you all but ran into Jungkook’s awaiting arms revelling in the feeling of him wrapping you in a tight hug.
“Y/N, i missed you. You were taking too long.” Kissing the top of your head he briefly glanced at Rhia’s still frozen form. The shock of what she was witnessing pinned her in place. “Is your friend ok? She hasn’t moved in a while. What were you talking about?” He leaned down to whisper in your ear as if you weren’t at the other end of the corridor by then. Following his gaze you also stared for a second at your colleague. She was still frozen in the same spot, with her mouth agape and eyes wide. You chuckled to yourself as you wrapped your arm around his waist bringing yourself closer to him.
“She’s alright, I think she had a bit too much excitement for the day.”
Thank you so much @sunshinejunghoseokie for requesting this, it was so refreshing for me to be able to fluff for 1.2k straight! I love you and i love this quote so much it's unreal <3 I really hope you enjoy this!
Prompt sentence: "I love her and that is the beginning and end of everything." -F. Scott Fitzgerald
The soft sounds of your breathing were the first thing he heard as his mind came to. With his eyes still closed, he took the time to enjoy the soft breeze coming through the window brushing past his face. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know it was still pitch black outside, the soft sounds of the traffic outside the window paired with petrichor emanating off the ground told him as much.
He finally opened his eyes when he simultaneously caught the rustle of the bed sheets and felt the bed dip. It took little for his eyes to adjust. It must have been a clear night,the room bathed in the cool light of the moon. He turned to his side, your soft moan drawing him in. The sight of you sleeping soundly on your side, strands of hair strewn over your forehead, a small smile on your face made his heart swell with affection. He chuckled softly when unintelligible murmurs fell past your lips. Watching you like this, some may think it was creepy; yet, all he could think of was the gift he’d been given. How precious these memories were to him when he barely had the time to call you, let alone see you. Unable to stop himself he reached out his hand slowly, the pads of his fingers making contact with your jaw. You barely flinched at his touch, your sniff being the only indication of having been disturbed. His finger followed your warm silky skin, tracing the outlines of your features, from the swell of your cheeks, to your forehead, his thumb smoothing over any lines caused by years of worries and stress. Smiling softly to himself, he traced a path down your nose, and scoffed in amusement when you scrunched it at the sensation. He could tell you were slowly being roused from your sleep by the way your breathing pattern had changed. Finishing his drawing with your soft lips, he cupped your face gently. His fingers tangled in your hair, he leaned in, his lips drowning out your breathy whine as they softly brushed over yours.
He felt selfish for waking you up from what appeared to be a good dream. Yet, if his only fault was the incomprehensible need to be near you, to feel you, to hear your voice, then he’d gladly take the blame. In the dim light of the moon shining through the window, he took the time to commit all of your features to memory. The sight was already engraved in his mind and his heart During these past few years he made sure that no piece of you was ever close to being forgotten. If he ever found himself faltering when he tried to paint your picture in his head, he would make sure to immediately rectify that. This was the reason his mind and body had decided to create this ritual. He would wake up sometime in the middle of the night, when everything and everyone was asleep, and he would take his time to drink in your features.
This night was no different. His eyes greedily soaked in the planes of your nose and forehead, the round softness of your cheeks, the plump inviting lips slightly parted to allow you to breathe. Sometimes, just silently observing you whilst you slept peacefully was not enough for him, and so he would gently slide his hand underneath your pillow and with utmost care he would bring you closer to him. Most often, you would be in such a deep sleep you wouldn't even make a sound at the sudden shift in position. Sometimes, you would scrunch your nose up and mumble incoherently under your breath as you readjusted yourself in his arms, your head buried in his shoulder. During winter you would seek out his warmth regardless, and he would wake up with you already latched onto him like a koala, your head resting on his chest, your legs intertwined with his. He once asked you jokingly, why out of all the places you preferred to sleep on his chest, and you responded simply with “It connects me to you and your heart in my dreams.” He wouldn’t admit it to you, but he almost cried that day as he had to tell you the news of a new Tour.
During warm summer nights like these, even though he could feel how warm you were already, you never once complained about waking up in his arms. This time he didn’t question it, he reveled in the feel of your hair brushing against his chin, your form moulding to his as if you were two pieces of a puzzle.
“Hobi?” You buried your face deeper into his chest, the sound muffled by his t-shirt. You were warm, the feeling of his body heat lulling you back to sleep. Humming in response, his breath fanned the hair on your face and his grip on you tightened. “I love you.” The words came out as more of a slur, as your mind slowly drifted off, but he heard it nonetheless. You needn’t even say them out loud, he could hear them screaming at him everyday. Be it in the way you glanced at him as if he put the stars in the sky; Or in the way you were so patient and understanding with him whenever his job demanded more of his attention. He felt it in your tight hugs whenever he would return home from his schedules. Most importantly he felt it every time he’d had a bad day and he would be less energetic than usual. You would never question him, instead you’d make his favourite food, put on a movie and cuddle with him on the couch. On those days you would make sure to remind him that he was your sunshine regardless. Without him and his light you’d be stuck, roaming in the dark. Those three simple words echoed within him, filling him with warmth and adoration, his whole being vibrating with the rhythm of his heart.
In that moment, with the early rays of the sun peaking through the dimness of the night, him holding you in his arms, your eyes bright with love, he felt at peace, content basking in this molten feeling of love. Bringing you closer to him, he kissed the top of your head whispering his feelings in your hair. “I love you, more than life itself.” - and he meant it. Just like infinity; you were the beginning and the end. Just like infinity; you were his forever.
Warnings: dom!Yoongi, sub!reader, breast play, nipple play (both parties), corruption kink, handjob, masturbation (f), the reader is shy and insecure so he brings her out of her shell.
Wordcount: 1.4k
Drabble requested by @agustscutie thank you for requesting hope you like it! of course i would accept it, i also happen to see him as mature and ready to be patient and teach someone if they were unsure of themselves. But i also think he's also got an impatient side to himself.
Prompt: corruption!kink, mature Yoongi teaches shy reader how to please him
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“Come here, baby girl.”
Yoongi slowly motioned for you to approach him. Your heart pounded in your chest, goosebumps forming on top of your skin making you shudder. The air in the bedroom was cold, the remnants of the AC not having exchanged with the warm summer air outside. Your tight red dress barely did anything to conserve your body heat, its straps almost nonexistent and the hem barely reaching mid thigh. Your eyes darted across the room, taking in the way the shadows played upon the wall seemingly closing in on you, before they settled on the man sitting on the edge of the bed. Yoongi’s legs were spread out as he leaned back on the bed, his posture screaming with confidence. Your eyes trailed from his strong thighs up towards his abdomen, taking in the white expanse of flesh peeking at you from underneath the loose collar of his shirt. His lips stretched in a sinful smirk, your eyes trailed further up. Your breath hitched when you caught his gaze. Shadows were covering half of his face, the only light coming from the opposite corner of the room. His chocolate eyes gleamed in the darkness, lustful,enchanting, luring you in. He ran his hand through his tousled hair, the black strands falling haphazardly across his milky white forehead, and with a deep sinful voice he repeated his request. “Baby girl, come here.”
Yoongi could tell you were hesitating. He could read it in the way your eyes darted anywhere around the room except for where he was sitting on the bed, in the way you assaulted your bottom lip with your teeth whilst your fist clenched and unclenched. Yet, he could also tell you were aroused. The sight of your feet shifting in such a way your thighs rubbed together told him as much. He couldn’t help but wonder how wet you were or if you were even aware of your own arousal.
“Yoongi… I-“ You took a deep breath in trying to calm your frantic heartbeat. You were nervous, you’ve never been near a man with so much presence as Yoongi. At least not this Yoongi. The adorable, gummy smile, sometimes grumpy Yoongi, yes. This dark, domineering, lustful, inviting you to commit sinful acts Yoongi? Never. It had been your idea to instigate this; you wanted it, craved it. Yet faced with the situation at hand, you reverted back to the shy, insecure person you had always been.
With a sigh Yoongi leaned forwards, running his hand through his hair. “Y/N, you know we don’t have to do this now, right?” His voice was gentle and understanding. He sounded concerned. The sight of his warm eyes, a far cry from the dark devil eyes from before, strengthened your resolve. With a deep breath in you nodded at him.
“I want to. I just-“ You gazed away from him ashamedly. Yoongi understood then. In a brief second you witnessed the transition between gentle Yoongi to dominant Yoongi. He gracefully got up from the bed slowly making his way closer to your trembling body. Under his intense gaze you felt the heat pooling in your stomach, your body shivering in anticipation. Less than a few centimetres away from you he reached out his hand. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, the heat of his skin on yours sending electric shocks down your spine creating goosebumps on the surface of your skin. Brushing your hair to the side he cupped your face gently. “Let me teach you baby girl.” He softly whispered as he leaned in to kiss your lips. The soft rhythm of the kiss turned into a battle of dominance as his hands continued to trail down your neck, and gripped at the strap of your dress. Pulling harshly, you gasped when you felt the dress slide down your body, the cold air making your skin prickle.
“So beautiful.” Yoongi whispered against your mouth. “Come here.” Pulling you towards the bed gently, he sat you down in the same position he occupied earlier. He took the time to appreciate the way your swollen lips glistened with wetness. “Undress me.” Your thoughts muddled with pleasure, you didn’t hesitate as you grabbed onto his trousers. Hands shaking from excitement you undid his zip before uncertainty washed over you again. Seeing you falter, Yoongi put his hands over yours slowly guiding them up to his shirt. “Unbutton.” He said, the command in his voice not giving you anymore room for thought. Swiftly you undid his shirt, your hands brushing over the soft milky skin of his chest. You didn’t know what compelled you, but you instantly attached your mouth to his navel as your nails raked over his nipples. Yoongi felt a shudder running through him, his cock jumping at the sensation of your mouth so close to him.
“You’re doing really well baby girl, keep going.” He moaned, his hands grabbing yours once more, this time bringing them to his hardened member. Quickly sliding off his trousers, he looked at you for permission once more. “You sure Y/N?” With the fire in your stomach, the wetness of your core, your brain in a lustful haze, your fingers were already hooked onto his underwear. You nodded as you pulled down. Looking up at him, your eyes wide with need, you added, “I want to pleasure you.” Yoongi fought with himself to not have you then and there, your eagerness to learn and to please almost making him cum.
Guiding your hand to his dick he urged you to wrap it around him. The contact of your soft hand on the sensitive tip, as you gathered his precum, made him buck his hips. “That’s it baby girl, keep going. Just like that.” Hand still on top of yours he helped you find a rhythm, the palm of your hand pumping up and down his cock. The lewd sounds of his wet foreskin made you clench your thighs as you dripped into your panties. Yoongi felt his gut tighten and he knew he would come soon if you didn’t stop.
“Stop.” He pulled your hands away from him. Wide eyed you looked at him, thinking once again you’d done something wrong. Sensing your distress he was quick to add, “I can’t come yet, I need to pleasure you.” As if to prove a point, he pushed you down on the bed. The weight of his words made you suck in a sharp breath. He climbed on top of you, hands trailing up your body.
His teeth nipped at your neck and you arched your back, your hips brushing against his hardening member. Yoongi moaned into your neck at the feeling and your brain immediately jumped into action thinking you’ve hurt him.
“Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I-“ Through your arousal you could feel panic start to settle in. You tried to pull away from him to check if he was all right. Sensing your worry, Yoongi grabbed your hips pulling you further into him. “Shhh baby girl, you’re doing well.” As if to reassure you, he bucked his hips, his hardened dick pressing on your mound in ways that caused electricity to run down your spine. Mewling under him at the sensation of your pussy lips being rubbed so deliciously through your panties, you grabbed onto whatever you could find to ground yourself. With your hands tangled in his hair, and gripping at the smooth skin of his back, Yoongi nipped harder at the smooth flesh under his lips.
“Think you can take over from here baby?” He gripped your hips tighter as if to show you what he meant, and without a second thought you nod as you let out a breathy moan. With lust induced fervour you buck your hips up to meet his, desperately chasing those pleasurable shockwaves washing over you at the contact. “Mmmm, good.” His praise spurred you on, and you shuddered feeling the heat pool at your lower back. You could feel the wetness of your panties as they stuck to your core. Moaning out his name, the sound vibrated through him as he trailed wet kisses down your neck, through the valley of your breasts. Your stomach clenched as his hand reached out to pinch a hardened nipple between his fingers. “Yoongi.” You moaned once again, your hands reaching out to tangle in his hair.
“That’s it baby girl.” He looked up at you, eyes hazy with lust, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “We have all night to do this. Now, can you make yourself cum for me?”
