summary ⟶ a collection of drabbles (one for each day of April) based on prompts by an online prompts’ generator site. Specifically ⟶ • day XXI ↳in which he tells you he’s in love with you for the first time and you can’t help but smile like an idiot because of it. And kiss him senseless, of course.
genre ⟶ a bit of smut, fluff
rating ⟶18+
word count ⟶ 1.245 words
warnings ⟶ graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, jeongguk being the most perfect boyfriend ever.
series masterlist ⟶here (links on mobile may not work, if you’re looking for all the works in this series, you can click on the “!splintersoflove” tag and you’ll find them all there!)
⏤ genre: firefighter au, teacher au, established relationship au, fluff, and smut
⏤ rating: M
⏤ warnings: swearing, blue-haired!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, praising, petnames, oral sex (f & m receiving), oc compares jungkook to a smurf, a very bad attempt at humor, breast play, cum eating, brief spanking, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (always use protection guys!), doggy style, nipple play, creampie, and multiple orgasms
⏤ words: 4,785
⏤ summary: three years ago, you met jungkook after an incident at the school you work. today, he surprised you by dying his hair based on your favorite song.
⏤ author’s note: hi everyone! so this came after the live of jungkook, i couldn’t help but find him extremely adorable with his blue hair. i still can’t believe i wrote this entire fic while listening to i love you of billie eilish while i usually tend to listen to the weeknd when i write smut so i hope it’ll still be good. wish you an amazing day, love you all a little feedback is always appreciated
⇢ summary: shall i sleep within your bed and hold your hands upon my head till i breathe my last breath?
⇢ wc:710|warnings: hickeys |also unbeta-ed coz we die like (wo)men.
⇢ genre:isrisquéfluff a thing? (pg:17)
⇢ pairing: namkook (mxm)
⇢ a/n: happy birthday @eternalseokjin.ily dean, thanks for having my back always ❤
Jungkook firmly believes he is displaying all the stealth in the world as he softly shuts the bedroom door behind him. The lump on the bed covered by a too thick furry blanket doesn’t twitch, and he tampers down the urge to pat his shoulder on a job well done.
Navigating the room in the dark is second nature to him by now, creeping inside in the middle of the night only to curve beside the sleeping lump, waking up hours later to tangled limbs and a strong arm coiled around his waist.
A step or two away from the bed and he can smell him, the subtly sweet fragrance of freshly washed hair, a hint of his detergent’s scent in the air and Jungkook smiles at the feeling of homecoming it all brings forth.
