Home Short: Touch

Home short: Touch

In which Jungkook just feels bad about leaving you alone all the time, realizing that it's not all that common for people to be as understanding as you are- and while he realizes that, he also starts to fear loosing you, needing the comfort of your touch even while asleep, just to remind himself that you're still there.

Tags/warnings: comfort, fluff, bit of angst, kook just needs his girl no dirty thoughts just pure innocent love, partial Nudity, sensual touching?, it's not sexual tho, home couple being soft beans, kookers superior English skills, they honestly Check out cause he's tired cut him some slack

Jungkook is a rather physical person.

He shows his love in gentle touches and gestures rather than telling you outright over and over again. Actions speak louder than words someone might say, and its true when it comes to the singer himself; he enjoys the subtle things, like opening jars and bottles for you, getting you things from upper shelves, or helping you to move furniture or carry heavy grocery bags. He likes to help, loves to play his part in this dynamic you have, enjoys being needed.

He's also rather touchy, something you would've never thought he'd be.

Either sitting you on his thigh or lap, hiding your hand, or leaning against you; he always craves contact in some way. And for a long time, he held back a lot of his most personal urges in fear of being judged- it took time for him to really melt down to his very core and soul, to become as bold and honest as he was now. You're grateful for this trust every day.

"..hngg-" he grumbles, after having laid down behind you in bed for the night. His shower had been short, but he still smells nice and refreshed- having ditched his shirt to justly down in his underwear as he sometimes does. "Off." He mumbles against your skin, hands almost childishly pawing at the top you're wearing to bed. You simply giggle a bit before moving to take it off, before laying down again. His hands immediately run over the skin exposed, a satisfied sigh falling past his lips as he kisses sleepily against your shoulder and neck before settling.

He's had a bad day, you've felt it right when he came home. He'd talked about how he messed up some notes during recording today, how he couldn't get his voice to sound right, and how he probably stalled the progress of the new single now. He sometimes gets frustrated like this, and there's no need for you to answer him- he just needs to get it out you've learned, he just needs to say it out loud to someone once, and then he can move on from it, he once told you. You remember saying to him that that's good- that he should never ever feel as if he needs to hold these things back or bottle them up. You're glad he trusts you this much, after all.

"Better?" You ask, as he nods behind you, thumb moving gently back and forth over the soft flesh of your chest. He likes holding you like this, bare and without anything between you two. In moments like these, he doesn't have any ulterior motive you've come to learn; he just craves touch, just wants to be close. The first time it had happened had been when he'd had a particularly vivid nightmare of you leaving, disappearing out of sight before he could get to you. That night he'd asked to hold you, like this, and you'd let him.

How could you ever deny him?

"Soft." He mumbles out, as he runs his lips over the skin of your shoulder up to your neck where he settles, resting his head there before pulling you a bit closer. His legs move, entangling themselves with yours as he brings them closer too. "Mine." He hums out, and you nod.

"Yours." You say, and he smiles against your skin, his fingers now becoming still as he starts to move again. You get what he wants soon enough, turning a bit so he can lay down on your chest, something that he instantly does. He seems to search for a position for a second. "What is it?" You ask, as he moves around, before finally sighing out, arms snaking around your middle to hold you.

"Heart..uhm.. heartbeat. Yeah." He says, before his finger taps in the same tact as your heart for a moment- as if to show you. He loves sleeping like this, it makes him feel close, and comforted, and connected, and safe. "Love you." He drawls out. "Love you lot."

You smile too now, your hand now resting over his, before he takes it, intertwining your fingers to hold onto you during the night. "Love you too kook." You say, before fling asleep as well.

jungkook scenario | the village idiots

❝ Only an idiot would lose their soulmate. Yet this is exactly what you’ve managed to do. In your small village rumours travel fast, and it’s soon whispered on all the street corners that Jungkook is destined to be with you. That only makes his visit home at Christmas all the more awkward for you… ❞

➸ prompt: I returned to my childhood town for the holidays. You’re my estranged childhood friend, and - wow! - you grew up to be hot!

➸ pairing: jungkook x female reader

➸ warnings: mild swearing

➸ requested by anon | 15k words | fluff, mild angst, childhood friends au, soulmate au

➸ author’s note: can you believe I actually got something written in time for christmas, because I can’t!? I hope you all enjoy it! I combined some of my favourite tropes, since I have no self control. I hope you enjoy fluff with a serious chance of diabetes! (and sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes! I’m pretty tired!)

[Sixteen Years Ago]

The soulmate system is easy. Only an idiot could loose their soulmate.

Yet, this is exactly what you manage to do at the age of three. All when a boy, the same age as you, with black hair falling into his dark eyes, rams into you on his tricycle. And your soulmate watch falls off before you can even read what it says, or know when you were supposed to meet your soulmate.

Broken. That’s what you think it is. Not just your watch. But you, yourself - broken. You’re destined to never pair with anyone else. A complex thought for a three-year-old to grapple with.

This is how you get into that predicament:

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Home short: Back to you 🔞

In which he thinks he's almost coming home- but home comes to him instead.

Tags/Warnings: Jungkook hates being away :(, but also loves performing, happy reunion, fluff, smut, unprotected sex in terms of they're not using a condom, but reader has an IUD, mild cumplay, Cumming inside, very eager kook, squirting, multiple positions, slightly rough kook, I'm going to hell aren't I

As always, Languages are marked as English | Korean

He's running hot, as the makeup staff helps him change clothes for the next performance. It's not quite the same, not quite there yet, but its something, it's a glimpse, a taste of what he's been missing. He feels good, feels as if he's finally working again, muscles drumming with excitement as they prepare for the final few songs.

He doesn't notice the looks his bandmates are giving him, aware of how this day will end for him. They know what will happen, know that he's going to be even happier soon enough, even if it's hard to imagine.

He's got fire in his veins as he starts performing again.

You watch him from the screen, his antics, his expression, and the way his skin glistens under the artificial lights of the stage. This was what he's worked for all his life, this was what he did best. He's moving with a power and fury that captivates you, makes you stare as you can't take your eyes away.

To imagine that you belong to him was and will always be something you can't quite grasp.

They're finishing up, laughing around as they slowly end the concert, jungkooks face filled with an exhausted but happy smile as he waves around. It's then that the staff pats your shoulder, and for the first time ever, you stop caring.

You can't hold yourself back as you start walking, absolutely uncaring as you walk up the side of the stage, waving your arms like a maniac, but its not until Jin taps him on his back as he's drinking that he finally turns around and notices you. His eyes widen, and he doesn't even seem to care about the still opened water bottle in his hand as he runs, no, sprints as fast as he can towards you, loosing the plastic container in the process.

He slams into you, lifts you up onto his arms as his arms can't seem to make up their minds on where to hold. He's breathing heavily, heart still racing from his performance, and his sweat is slowly bleeding through your clothes, but its all totally fine. Because he's there, right there, and he himself can't believe he's holding you either.

He'd prepared himself for meeting you tomorrow, for one last night alone, but he won't have to sleep by himself no more. "You're here." He breathes out as if he can't quite believe his own words. "You're right here, you're really here." He mumbles into your neck as he buries his face there, your laugh like music in his ears as he listens to it.

Once he'd showered and was riding home with you, you take a look at him properly. He's looking at something on his phone until your finger taps the piercing above his eyebrow, making him look up surprised before he locks his phone, putting it away. "It suits you." You say, and he chuckles when your hand runs through his now short hair. "You look.. younger and older at the same time." You chuckle, and he can't help but look at you a certain way.

You can't pinpoint what it is until you're back home, door barely shutting before he's all over you. He lifts you up against the door, your legs around his waist as he holds you upright, mouth eagerly on yours as he wastes no time. He's gasping in seconds, eyes hooded as he can't seem to get you undressed quick enough. "I missed you." He breathes out holding you against him as he travels towards the couch in the living room, laying you on your back. "I missed this." He explains, hands caressing and squeezing your flesh here and there, making you restless as he pulls his own shirt off. "I kept thinking back to-" he starts, undoing his belt with your help as he slides out of his pants. "To that morning, the way you felt, everything.." he complains playfully, moving your legs around his hips again as his hand travels between, thumb rolling over your clit as two fingers slide inside as if to check if you're ready yet. "Jerked off to it once or twice, not gonna lie." He chuckles, and you giggle as well.

"Glad I provided entertainment." You hum out before arching your back as he enters you, a smug grin on his face.

"Oh you definitely did." He agrees, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he begins his powerful thrusts, visibly not playing around. He's desperate, he's eager, and he doesn't care that you're dripping onto the fabric of the couch underneath. No, if anything, the wet noises from his length sliding in and out your heat fire him on, fuel his mind as he grows a little harder. "Tell me if it's too much yeah? I'm scared I might overdo it this time.." he says, a little concern lacing his voice as you reach out for his neck, pulling him down for a kiss he instantly accepts.

"Dont worry." You simply tell him. "I'll be okay." You say, as he slips out, leaving you whining before he turns you around, waiting for you you get comfortable before he slips in again, clapping noises evident as he continues his chase, holding onto your waist. His hands travel upwards a little, squeezing your rhythmically moving breasts as he leans over flush over your back, pulling you close with his arms as you can't help but be vocal.

He loves it.

Maybe it's the fact that it's him that's making you sound like this, so desperate and almost pornographic as he keeps hitting your most sensitive nerves deep inside so deliciously. He begins kissing your back, your shoulders, marking you up again as he realizes that all traces of his last time with you had been gone by now. He can't have that.

He becomes whiny and sloppy as he feels his high approaching. "Jungkook-" you start, and he nods against your neck.

"I know, I know, don't worry-" He begins but you cut him off.

"Cum inside." You say and his hips stutter for a second.

"Are you sure?" He asks, and you nod.

"IUD, I'll explain later, just-" you can't help the way you clench around him, as you try and move yourself. "Move, please!" You beg, and he suddenly turns you over, face unreadable as he's got an almost primal look on his face. He pulls your legs over his thighs, sitting on his own legs as he thrusts into you while his hands tightly hold onto your hips, practically pushing you down on him to meet his thrusts. He's clenching his jaw, his hand suddenly almost violently rubbing over your exposed clit, making you arch your back as your hands try to muffle a sound that's almost a scream coming from you. Your head presses back into the couch, hips shaking as you clench around him, release staining his lower body and couch, before he pushes deep into you, groaning loudly as he comes inside.

He stays inside for a moment before pulling out, slowly, watching as his cum starts to spill out of your hole right in front of him eyes. It feels so painfully forbidden yet erotic for him to see a scene like that, as his hand softly moves over your hole, collecting his seed before pushing it back inside, making you whine in sensitivity.

"You can't drop shit like that and be tired now baby-" he chuckles darkly, leaning over you as he spots your red cheeks. "Letting me cum inside and squirting all over the place?" He muses, eyes sparkling with mischief and something sensual and dark.

"You can't expect me to be satisfied with just one single round- not after not having you for two weeks baby.."

Home Short: Stunning

In which Jungkook technically only wanted to show you that you look just as good in his clothes as he does- maybe even a bit too good.

Warnings/Tags: smut, duh, fluffy as always, lil strength kink, lil size kink, Dom!Jungkook?, like he got that energy here no joke, mentions of body insecurities, supportive kook, kookers is very orally focused aka he kisses a lot, protected sex, wrap it then tap it guys, jungkook doesn't need perfect English skills to get his point across wink wink

As always, languages are marked as: English | Korean

When he walks into the living room, you can't take your eyes off of him. He notices right away, his senses already feeling your stare on him as he chuckles, sitting on the couch next to you. "What is it?" He asks, as you giggle a bit as well.

"I swear, you can make everything look nice on you." You say, and he smiles at the compliment. He knows you may be trying to flirt- you're in no way just in the early stages of your relationships anymore, he's come to read you like a book. Sometimes he forgets that you've been sharing this home only since recently, having made so many memories that it feels like he's always had you at his side.

"I bet you'd look hot in this set too though." He argues, as you roll your eyes a little, continuing to read something on your phone. He knows what you're doing now too; you're avoiding an answer. "Baby.." he says, inked fingers playfully poking your bare stomach, skin and flesh soft to the touch. "Hm, no."He says, suddenly grabbing the back of his shirt before pulling the see-through fabric over his head. You're only wearing a sports bra- something he's happy about, simply because it shows that despite your bad days, you're comfortable enough around him to show yourself like this. He puts the shirt over your head, helping you through the sleeves as you suddenly look at him, now dressed in his clothes.

He can't take his eyes off of you.

He swallows a bit harder now, having to watch as his mind suddenly has to think of what he'd get to witness if you didn't wear the cotton bra. "Take.. off." He mumbles, unable to quite take his eyes away as he motions towards the item. You grow a bit shy, cheeks reddening, but you comply, skillfully slipping out of it without shedding his shirt.

His imagination definitely sucks ass, because it didn't even get close to what you actually look like.

Because you're sin incarnated right before him, flesh visible to his eyes underneath the fabric, the item of clothing so much bigger on your smaller form, as he can spot your nipples only slightly. Like a teaser of a good movie he can't help but stare, unable to tear his attention away.

"Come here." He says now, pulling you onto his lap as your hands rest against his chest before they move onto his shoulders, instinctively seeking comfort in his muscles moving underneath the skin. "Look at my pretty baby." He mumbles before he lets his lips ghost over the skin of your collarbone, traveling upwards to the very edge of your jaw, where he kisses. "You look so much better in this than I ever could, fuck." He swears, hands now underneath his shirt as they find and squeeze your soft body, mind completely blank as he feels like he's floating. You do that to him sometimes- ridding him of any thoughts, only leaving space for you in his head. He doesn't mind it whatsoever; it helps him actually calm down, especially after a tiring or particularly hard day.

You're letting him guide you however he wants you, until you giggle when he gets up from the couch, with you in his arms to travel into the bedroom together. He holds you securely, lips running over the skin of your neck as he walks into the bedroom with you. It's there that he carefully let's you lay down onto the mattress back first, leaning over you as you hold onto him with a slightly teasing grin on your lips. Jungkook simply smiles along, not biting the bait as he instead pulls off your panties, making you squeal in surprise.

He laughs at the sound for a second, before he gets closer again, thighs spreading your legs apart as he takes his position between them. Finally, he lets go of your skin with his lips, attacking yours instead as he instantly demands entrance. There's no asking anywhere- he knows what he can do and take from you by now.

And he happily takes anything you give him.

"You'd steal all the spotlight." He says breathlessly, parting from your bruised lips for a second to catch a breather. He's a messy kisser- something that you highly doubt anyone would bieve if they'd met him personally once. He's rather sloppy in general with these things you've come to learn- rather focusing on the experience being as enjoyable as possible, than clean and organized. "I literally can't show you that much, even if I could- everyone would just fall in love with you." He rambles on, a boyish smile on his face as one of his hands cup your cheek for a second, eyes taking in your features for a moment. "Just like I did." He mumbles, and you reach for his neck at that, kissing him again as if to hide your now reddening cheeks.

He reaches for the bedside table, taking out a condom as he unwraps it. "Jimin has asked once if it's fun." He says randomly, and you look at him with a questioning gaze, patently waiting for him. "You know, sleeping with you." He says.

You giggle a little, watching as he sheds his shorts and then his underwear. "And?" You ask. "Is it?" You question, to which he shakes his head.

"Not fun." He says. "Cause fun means joke, and we-" he says, crawling over your body as he lines himself up with your entrance. "No joke. We serious." He says, entering you slowly as you close your eyes. He himself can't do the same; unable to look away from the sight of himself disappearing into you, warmth enveloping him as if to welcome him.

There's not much said after that, only desire left between you two as he leans down to kiss you again, mouth opening to let him in just how he desires. His hands wander along your arms, fingers gently tracing the skin until the find your wrists, holding onto them as he chuckles. "So small." He laughs, moving them around while keeping the rhythm of his hips steady. He watches as his hand easily holds both of your wrists at once, something that fuels him up with pride and something deep and carnal.

He never minded that you're not as crazy about working out as he is. He'd never been upset about you being the way you are- technically not his Ideal type as he'd depicted it all these years. In fact, he welcomes it, loving the fact that he can be all, protecting you and everything that comes with it. He likes that you enjoy him helping you, while simultaneously managing to lift so much weight off of his shoulders as well.

It's just some of those many things he loves about you.

And he definitely loves how you cum; so genuine, so soft, always pulling him close, wanting him to hold you in your most vulnerable moments. He loves the blissed out look on you, that warm afterglow that makes your skin shine and eyes sparkle. He loves how you even then remember to look after him- checking if he'd found his own release as well.

It's one of those reasons that makes him hold you oh so close afterwards, stretching those moments for as long as he can.

Because he never wants them to end.

As he lays there with you, having pulled off his shirt off your body to feel you better, you begin to trace the lines of his body art. "You like?" He asks, voice a bit sleepily as you nod. "This.. you." He says, pointing at one small design hidden between the others, connected and safely tucked away, forever stored underneath his skin.

"Wait.. kook." You say. "You.. got that, for me?" You ask, looking yo at him from your spot on his chest. He shrugs, nodding. "Oh kookie.." you breath out, as he becomes a bit shy now.

"You, me.. forever. This?" He points at it again. "Forever too." He says. You look at it for a moment longer before he ask you to join him in the shower.

A plan already in your mind.

i swear the only thing ive been thinking about these days is kim namjoon. does that mean i’m in love?

jungkook scenario | gamomania

gamomania /ɡæmə(ʊ)ˈmeɪnɪə/ noun. 1) a form of mania characterised by strange and extravagant proposals of marriage. 2) an excessive longing for the married state.

❝ Your best friend has been proposing to you since preschool. Granted, he didn’t know what marriage meant at age four. But he certainly knows what it means now… ❞

➝ pairing: jungkook x female reader

➝ word count: 6.2k

➝ genre: fluff, mild angst, childhood friends au

➝ warnings: implied/light smut, swearing, an excessive amount of marriage proposals, tooth-rooting sweetness

➝ author’s note: I’m a sucker for childhood friends aus. so here’s another one. surprise! hopefully you all enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it.

[22 years ago: age 4]

“Marry me!”

You look up from the sand pit, squinting past the sunshine, and find a young boy standing over you. He’s small for his age, with black hair matted across his forehead, damp with sweat. His knees are scraped, and a plaster is peeling off his cheek, but he’s triumphant, with his fingers wrapped around a golden ring.

You recognise the ring before you recognise him.

It’s the ring from the tree at the bottom of the playground. One day a group of your preschool friends discovered it while making mud pies in the dampest corner. It was caught around a bent twig. None of you knew how it got up in the tree, but that didn’t stop your imaginations. Some said a dragon dropped it while carrying treasure back to its nest, others said a wizard left it there to test anyone brave enough to climb up to retrieve it, and still others said an alien deposited it there, and one day tiny alien babies were going to pop out from it and take over the Earth.

Your best friend said it got there after a marriage proposal went horribly wrong and a woman threw it there in anger, screaming at her soon to be ex, “No. Absolutely not! Not after that!” At least that’s what your best friend’s mum said, and you trusted the authority of a grown-up. Even if you didn’t know what that was.

But now, the ring is no longer stuck in the tree, becoming a part of the bark as the branches grow around it. Instead, it’s in this boy’s hand. A boy, who, after a few more moments of squinting, you recognise to be Jeon Jungkook. He goes to your preschool, but you’ve never talked to him because you’re convinced he has boy germs.

He rubs his nose, and rubs in a spot of dirt. In case you hadn’t heard him the first time, he repeats it again. “Marry me?”

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