Home Short: Wine

Home Short: Wine

In which Jungkook comes home rather intoxicated, and very, very emotionally all over the place.

Tags/warnings: jungkook is drunk, oops, he's also a bit horny on main watch out, also emotional and insecure kook, a little angst? Fluffy tho

As always, Languages are marked as Korean | English

You know just by the way he's giggling after having to hold himef against the side of the hallway to get his shoes off, that your boyfriend has definitely had enough to drink tonight. After a particularly great week, the band had decided to have a good dinner, and that apparently included something to drink as well. "Jungkook?" You ask, amused. "Why are you here? Didn't you say you'll stay at the dorms tonight?" You chuckle, as he looks at you, before he grins, walking over to hug you tightly. He sways you from side to side until you can't help but laugh. "Jungkook-"

"Noo, I'm baby, not Jungkook!" He complains, keeping you in his arms as he continues to sway you in a rather clumsy rhythm. "I.. miss you. So I came home." He says, before pulling back, hands on your shoulders as he worriedly scans your face. "Why? Do you not want me home? Am I bothering you?" He asks, concern evident on his face.

You smile, shaking your head as you pull him down to place a kiss onto his lips. What was intended to just be a peck however was instantly deepened by him, hands eagerly holding onto you as he closes his eyes, kisses turning sensual. And while you really enjoyed the attention, the moment his tongue asked for entrance, you pulled apart. "Jungkook-"

"What? Is something wrong?" He asks, confused.

"You're drunk, let's go to bed." You chuckle, gently pulling on his arm as he follows you clumsily into the bedroom where he instantly begins to whine.

"But Baby-" he complains as you throw back the blankets before walking to open his dresser, pulling out something for him to sleep in concerning clothes. "-Im hard now, you can't leave me like this!" He accuses, before his face changes completely. He suddenly grows quiet, something that makes you worry, as you walk over to him, handing him the clothes you picked.

"Baby?" You ask, and he just changes clothes clumsily before he crawls into bed, sitting there before you join him at his side. "What's wrong?" You ask, and he just shrugs.

His emotions are all over the place due to the alcohol in his blood it seems, as he needs a second to get his thoughts into order. "Do I make you uncomfortable sometimes?" He asks. "I don't like myself sometimes. Do you think I'm attractive?" He worriedly rambles, not quite looking at you.

"You'd Of never make me uncomfortable, and course I think you're attractive. Where is this coming from?" You ask softly, hand on his back.

"Even when I'm all sweaty and disgusting? I sweat a lot, I'm sorry. I never apologized for it and I think I should." He mumbles, the wine in his system clearly having an effect on his mood. "Is it that? Because I sweat? Do you not enjoy having sex with me because of that? Or maybe I'm boring, or, I don't know.. " He wonders, and you chuckle as you pull him to lay down, crawling into his arms as you hold him tightly.

"Stop, you're perfect just the way you are." You reassure him. "I don't mind you sweating, and I very much enjoy our intimacy, so don't worry." You say, while he nods, albeit unconvinced it seems. "But you also once said that you'd never want to do it while drunk, because you don't want to forget any time. So I'm just looking out for you, I promise." You tell him, and he nods before pulling you towards him.

"Your korean.. very good." He praises, slowly growing tired as he yawns. "My English.. still bad." He says.

"Your English is fine." You reassure him, a hand running through his hair as your eyes fight to Stay open.

"No." He says. "You do, so much. Learn Korean, do.. uh.." he searches for words. "House. Like, cleaning, cooking. Always home. And me? Never home. I leave you lonely." He says, words growing slurry as he begins to become sleepy. "I'm sorry." He apologized, and you hum out a reply,as he closes his eyes.

"I love you." You whisper, sure he can't hear you as you close your eyes.

Just to grin when he mumbles out, "I love you more."

Home: Back out

In which Jungkooks bottled up feelings boil over.

Tags/Warnings: minor medical emergency, worried kook, upset kook, angst but also fluffy ending dw

Languages are marked as always: English | Korean

He notices somethings off for you pretty quickly after going to bed.

Keep reading

Check master list for full series (Drabbles) 💕

touch me wherever | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: jungkook needs to touch you and he just can’t hold back anymore

genre: pwp smut oneshot | loss-of-innocence!au, innocent!jungkook x innocent!reader, childhoodfriends!au 

wordcount: 2.8k

warnings: explicit smut, dry humping, unhealthy attachment, cumming in his pants, EXTREMELY horny feverishly whiny needy clingy jungkook, nudity, breast play, groping, subtle body worship, inexperience, a lot of begging, some crying, stuttering, coersion/dubcon-ish technically yeah, unrealistic scenario lol, mention of wet dreams, obsessive behavior, praise, assume characters are 18+ but just have no fucking clue what sex is, this is a fucking fever dream idk, cursing, dom!kook, naive clueless reader 

a/n: thank you so much for 1000 notes on fuck me forever! to express my gratitude, this is my gift to you, another needy greedy jungkook smut :) i hope you enjoy <3

masterlist 

Boundaries? That’s something you and Jungkook never needed, practically growing up side by side. Both your families were incredibly close, but equally sheltered. They kept the two of you trapped together in a conservative suburban bubble where the world consisted only of what was right in front of your eyes. No questions asked. 

As a child, Jungkook had always been addicted to the touch of your skin. He craved the soft warmth you had to offer, clinging to you like velcro, throwing frustrated tantrums whenever the two of you got separated. 

His face would get red with rage, fat tears forming in his eyes as his parents dragged him away from your bed once night would fall. He couldn’t sleep without you. Your touch was his safety blanket. He was only able to grow out of it when you leant him your teddy, finding peace in the way it smelled like you. 

Growing up, you had quickly understood that Jungkook was a very affectionate person, suffocating you with hugs and tickles whenever you would hang out. You had become used to him feeling you as he pleased, not ever minding the way his nimble fingers would trace across your legs, sliding under your uniform skirt at times. It tickled—you would laugh.

After Jungkook had hit puberty, his clinginess magnified tenfold. 

You plagued his dreams constantly, and without realizing it he would rut shamelessly against his pillow, crying out for you softly as heaping spurts of cum would fill his underwear.

He’d wake up, breathless with only you, you, you pounding through his head. His mind was dizzy with the feeling of your skin, he just wanted to touch you. He needed you near, to feel you pressed against him so that he could just—

He didn’t get it. He didn’t understand what was happening to his body in the morning when his thighs would be sticky and sheets stained. Sometimes he would day dream about you in school, only to wake up to the sound of your teasing voice, looking into your eyes as he leaked everywhere under the table. 

Jungkook found it horribly embarrassing. 

Until one day his older friend Seokjin told him what he was experiencing. They were called wet dreams, and allegedly they were normal. There was nothing wrong with it, but somehow Jungkook felt exposed. Guilty. Dirty.

He didn’t want it to happen, he couldn’t understand why but he ached for you so bad that it hurt. Kneeling down under a cold shower he would beg himself to get a grip, trying his best to act normal. His restraint paid off. 

Most of the time.

Currently the two of you were cuddled up in his basement, where you used to play pretend as young children. He’d be the doctor and give you checkups, healing your injuries with the delicate graze of his lips. 

It was hopelessly warm, to which you suggested shedding a few layers in order to feel more comfortable on the thick velvet cushions that were almost damp with sweat. Your head nestled in his lap, body in nothing but a bra and a pair of tight shorts that had found their way up your thighs, leaving little to the imagination.

You were talking, he could see your lips move at the edge of his vision but he couldn’t hear you over his steady focus on your cute polkadot bra—so snug and soft that Jungkook wanted to drool. He had noticed that your body had blossomed over time, flesh spilling over the tops of the flimsy fabric. The delicate curves that called out to him. Something rooted deep within him was yearning to get his hands on you.

Keep reading

Kodachrome

↠ PAIRING: KTH x reader (f) x JJK 

↠ WORDS: 9K

↠ GENRE: smut, first threesome, est. relationship

↠ RATING: explicit (18+)

↠ SYNOPSIS: An unexpected encounter on Valentine’s Day brings back an old memory: after discussing some fantasies with your boyfriend, Taehyung, you can’t help but think it’s almost serendipitous when an old friend comes into town.

But what would happen when past meets present?

↠ WARNINGS: mxfxm threesome, est. relationship (with Taehyung), oral (m + f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), dirty talk, photographing sexual acts, use of a blindfold during sex, minor choking, some brief mxm content

↠ A/N: This story is part of the To All the Folks I’ve Fucked Before Valentine’s collab hosted by the lovely @dntaewithluv​, and the BTS Writers Club’s monthly project for February with the prompt ‘candy love hearts’. The Jungkook in this story is the Jungkook from @thatlongspringnight​‘s and @jikookiekosmos​‘s That One Time at Bandcamp but it can be read as a stand-alone fic.

This story is co-written with the one and only @illneverrecover​, please send her a lot of love. Jackie, it was a joy to work with you! 

© illneverrecover © madseok Do not repost, translate or use my stories without my permission.

↠ READ THE INTRO HERE FIRST

“Here, let me help you.”

A rich, deep voice stops your outstretched hand in its tracks and another box tumbles from your arms. It hits the pavement with a pitiful umphf, heart shaped candies spilling out like colourful confetti and joining the pralines on the sidewalk.

You blink up at the man in front of you, your hand still frozen in mid-air. “Tae?”

Keep reading

Well written , paced and so so sweet

Understanding ( watching ) jungkook fall in love , their relationship and navigating life in such a beautifully descriptive yet subtle way makes this one to linger

I felt like this ended too soon 🥺

ego killer (3/final) || jjk

↳ summary: as a fresh college drop-out, jungkook has to navigate the world with a bit more enthusiasm than he put into his studies. A lot changes, but what doesn’t is his desire to make you his. Rough sex, lewd acts at dubious locations, and a (not-so-well) hand-written note is what it’ll take.

↳ genre: smut, fluff, angst (fuckboy!jk, nerdy!oc)

↳ word count: 9,411

↳ warnings: jk dyes his hair blonde, jk masturbates to your photos, jk gets more tattoos, unprotected sex, bondage, throat fucking, orgasm denial, breath play, finger sucking, oral sex (male & female receiving), cum eating, cum play, hair pulling, rough handling, crying from over-stimulation, dirty talk, deep-dicking, marking/hickeys, fingering, teasing, licking, spitting, spanking, jk hits it from da back, swearing

one | two | three/final

masterlist || request

Where did we last leave off? Right! Jungkook put aside his pride, strolled to the administration building, and made the decision to withdraw from his college units. Taehyung said some questionable things that you might hate him for later, and you probably waltzed back to your dorm-room to study for a questionable number of hours. It doesn’t really matter what you or Taehyung did, though, because this is about Jungkook. He made a tough choice; he’s no longer enrolled in college, and when the pretty lady sitting behind the front desk tells him just that, his lips quirk into a small smile. What does he feel? Relief, freedom, but not in the free-bird sense.. In the half-dead-spider-that-was-just-throw-out-of-someone’s-house sense.

He feels somewhat content with his life, but then he wonders what you’ll think of his decision and his happiness turns into shame.

He wants to tell you, to be proud of himself, but there’s a voice in the back of his mind telling him to feel otherwise. You might just try to convince him to re-enrol and make it to graduation. You see things in people that others tend to skim over and have the ability to understand most, but you might not understand this. All you do is spend your free time studying and organizing events for your marketing club, and all you’ve ever been told by your parents is that working hard, graduating college with honors, and getting a fancy office job is the key to life. You’ve never been a quitter, and even though what he did isn’t quitting, you might see it as such because that’s what you’ve been conditioned to think.

He isn’t a quitter. That’s gotta be pretty obvious at this point.

He said this to you; he’s just good at finding out what doesn’t work for him and that’s more than okay. Taking a different path to the average Joe doesn’t equate to quitting. There’s no single path in life that a person must take and he knows that. He just has no idea how to explain that to you. Maybe you already know that. Maybe he’s just afraid of being vulnerable.

Taehyung doesn’t say much else when Jungkook heads for the exit. All he does is smirk a little like this is an act of karma. If only he knew that karma was just a bus-stop away from reaching him instead. 


Keep reading

girls will have headaches and migraines and be sore and have eye strain