| Aubade | n.| au•bade | meaning: a poem or piece of music appropriate to the dawn or early morning. |
⤷Genre:romance; fluff; light angst; husband!jungkook x wife!reader.
⤷Warnings:themes of fear; insecurity.
Jungkook had a way with effortlessly stealing words directly from your mouth.
It was almost facile to your love as he bound you within a stunned silence and left you gaping at his every soft act of love, whether it was a mere kiss stolen before his elders or a plethora of romantic whispers trickling into your ears.
He burned your flesh with an addictive warmth and made you gasp into his affections, reducing you to a stuttering and feeble mess in all he did.
But none of these things mentioned could compare once the disheveled curls and sleepy irises of your lover peeked into the warmth you found in his blankets, his eagerness to have your undivided attention fluttered your heart before the sun had even kissed the sky.
Your sleepy hums and whispers of love that were always promised to escape your lips when you first awakened were taken from your throat once his slender fingers delicately slipped the other half of his ear buds into the hollow of your ear.
“I need you to hear this, love.” He whispered his needs as his only explanation for his excitement that almost trembled his every limb.
Your lips parted in a silent question of what he had meant, but the words melted upon your tongue the moment the rich tones of your love’s voice spilled over your senses as he delicately crooned of the words of love to fill your heart.
Your sleepy mind was suddenly serenaded by every soft note or poetic lyric as his honeyed voice dripped into your senses, to capture your heart with the words of love he confessed your relationship had inspired, you were astounded.
The alluring crescendo kissed your cheeks with the warmth only your lover could elicit, as the crest stirred the butterflies of your stomach in the early hour of blurred vision and sleepy love’s.
The devoted symphony toyed with your heart and dizzied your head within Jungkooks arms until the charming music melted into the cathartic sounds of your love’s even breaths that grew shorter in anticipation of your reaction, and his eyes shyly met yours.
“So, what do you think?” His head fell to the side, curious of your thoughts when not a word dared to pierce your silence.
Your love’s molten eyes stared into yours, so soft and warm as he patiently awaited your answer to his question, the twinkle of hope for your approval within him ensnaring your heart.
The string of the ear buds he shared with you tightly connected your bodies, forcing you to share the little space that waned with every inching closer of his body as his creation overwhelmed you with emotions.
His slender fingers nervously toyed with the warm skin of his hands that you wished to hold so closely, but the stunned silence his soft voice entranced you with kept you locked in your place before him, wrapped in his heart just as well as his sheets.
He was so much like a small puppy as he timidly stared into your eyes, his unkempt hair almost begging to have your fingers threaded through the silken locks as it fell into his gaze.
It was only once you realized you had only stared at him through the tears that gathered behind your lashes rather than answer his request for criticisms did he pour the contents of his heart to you.
“I was just thinking so much of you and how much I love you, a-and the words just poured out-”
The nervousness of revealing the raw depths of his love for you poured his thoughts into you as his hand instinctively reached for yours in search of comfort and tranquility.
His dark eyes squeezed shut until his button nose wrinkled with the force he applied and a soft sigh suffocated each of his flustered ramblings and his hand found it’s place, covering your own.
“I just couldn’t get you out of my head.”
He confessed at last, cautiously revealing his starry eyes once more, fearing your rejection of his particular display of his love for you.
But once he felt the familiar weight of your arms wrap around his shoulders as your body pushed him into the plush pillows that waited to hold your entangled bodies, his stomach twisted with affection, because though he doubted himself, he knew deep in his heart that he was safe in your hands once he stared up into your eyes.
However the gentle caresses of his fingers burned the flesh of your thigh, and his heavy stare suffocated every word that formed upon the back of your tongue, yet your lips parted with confidence.
For the very first time in your relationship, you gathered the words he took from your mouth with his soft love, and you returned his displays of love whilst you whispered into the curve of his ear.
“Jungkook, I didn’t think I could physically hold anymore love for you, but-” your words collided with the kisses you fluttered over the line of his jaw and pooled between your tightly wound forms until you tenderly pressed your mouth to his to whisper into the parting of his lips. “I was so very wrong.”
He tenderly peered up at you through unkempt locks and his fingers dug into your soft flesh as he merely gaped at you, simply enamoured by the passion that held him so dearly.
“I meant every word in that song, (Y/n),” he confessed in the intimate moment you found yourselves wrapped within, his fingers reached into the empty spaces of your own, “you make me whole.”
Your heart warmed at his confession of love that came as naturally as oxygen to his lungs, and you fell for him even more as he raised himself beneath you just enough to meet your lips again, after craving the taste for so long.
And with yet another kiss stolen in the first morning light, Jungkook stole your words once again to leave you gasping in his love, to forever promise to leave you speechless with his heart’s devotion.
Summary: There will always be a time when someone spirals between reality and fantasy, forcing yourself upon the visible barrier with a single hand reaching out for that one dream—Wishing, wanting, needing it to be true! But when its an inch from your grasp… You wake up once more.
What if the world you see—Dreamed—isn’t imaginary?
WARNINGS. NO BECAUSE I LOVE THIS JK SO MUCH . established relationship. neck biting. groping (consensual ofc). dirty talk. body shaming. negative flashbacks. yns EX friend is a bitch we absolutely HATE her. short smut scenes. jk worshipping your literal existence. body worship. praise. jungkook is in LOVE. as he should thoo.
♫ best i ever had, drake. ❝ baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted. we could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it. ❞
Jungkook’s touches were so soft. So soft you almost barely even felt them. Keyword:almost. His smooth fingertips ran along your silky skin, while the tip of his pink tongue ran across the nape of your neck. Jungkook had one thing on his mind; which was pleasuring you in the best ways possible. “Baby,” Jungkook whispered in lust onto your skin. His veined hand made its way to your clothed breast, giving it a soft squeeze. He clutched at your tit one last time, before bringing his hand under your thin top, attacking your hardened nipple with his thumb, once reaching his awaited destination. “Love you,” Kiss. “So fuckin,” Your flesh was then in between his pearly white teeth, “Much.”
Genre: Fluff Characters: Jungkook, Reader (+ Bam) Warnings: Slight bad language, but that’s it. Just fluff. Description: While on vacation with you and his band members, Jungkook notices his new puppy, Bam, is gone. Word Count: 560 (Just a little drabble) A/N: I know, I know… you guys are waiting for the update for The Bath House, and it is coming! I promise. But I just had this little scenario in my head that I needed to put out there. Hope you enjoy! x
“Hey hyung, where’s my dog? Have you seen Bam?” Jungkook asked, furrowing his brows in confusion as he took a quick look around the living room.
“No, he’s not in here.” Yoongi responded, not looking up from his game of Mario Kart, where he was concentrating on trying to keep up with Jin’s Yoshi. “I think Y/N took him to her bedroom to play with.”
Jungkook smirked and rolled his eyes, knowing that he should’ve assumed you were up to your puppy stealing antics once again.
“Ok thanks.” He responded, leaving the living room to go up the stairs of the vacation rental, to find you in your temporary bedroom.
You were laying on your side on the bed, back towards the door, completely oblivious to your doe-eyed best friend leaning against the door frame with a grin on his face. You were too preoccupied with Jungkook’s new puppy Bam, who you had only just met this weekend but had fallen absolutely in love with. You cooed at him, petting behind his floppy ears and giggling over his paws that he hasn’t quite grown into yet.
“I found the puppy thief.” Jungkook finally spoke up, causing you to turn your head to look at him over your shoulder.
“Puppy thief? He loves me. He’s spending quality time with his auntie Y/N.” You giggled, turning your attention back to the puppy.
“Auntie Y/N? You’re such a weirdo.” Jungkook teased, chuckling to himself.
“I’M a weirdo? Ok, sure. Taehyung put this poor baby’s ear in his mouth and nobody bats an eye, but I’m the weird one for taking him up here for snuggles. Makes perfect sense.” You playfully sassed back.
Jungkook snorted at your remarks, walking over to the bed to see your hand continuing to scratch in Bam’s favorite spot, right behind his ear.
“You know what I think? I think somebody’s jealous that he’s not getting snuggles.” You told Bam. Jungkook shook his head at the cuteness of you talking about him to his dog.
“You’re really talking shit about me to my dog? Unbelievable.” He smirked.
“Hey! No cussing in front of the baby.” You playfully scolded, turning back to Jungkook. “But I think I’m right. If you wanted snuggles, you could come in and join us, instead of ruining our time together.”
“You know what Y/N? You’re right.” Jungkook said, earning a glare from you.
He crawled onto the bed next to you, forcing you to move over to accommodate him while Bam’s slightly disturbed from the movement, lifting his head up to see what was happening. Jungkook put an arm over you, reaching over to pet the dog while managing to keep you close, something he considered an added bonus.
“You were definitely right, Y/N, this is so much better. I guess I was just jealous.” He teased, smirking as he knew he won.
You looked at Bam, who’s big puppy eyes were looking right back at you, his tail wagging at the attention he was receiving.
“You see this, Bam? This bitch called my bluff.”
Jungkook laughed, and you smiled at the feeling of his warm breath tickling your skin.
“What happened to no cussing in front of my dog?” Jungkook asked, lightly pinching your arm, causing you to giggle.
“Fine. You win.” You conceded, just content with the feeling of being in Jungkook’s arms.
Summary:The Windy City in the mid-1920’s is a spectacular of lights and sounds, roaring with the excitement of jazz music and swinging dance moves. Amid the brilliant stars of Chicago nightlife, there is a dark underground of secrets, mainly that being the mysterious Wonderland Ball you’ve been invited to participate in and be crowned the next “Alice”. What you don’t know is you may or may not be allowed to leave, per the Mad Hatter and a White Rabbit’s desires. So, daring and brave as you are, you decide to take a journey down The Rabbit Hole and come face to face with high society - people - as you’ve never seen them before.
Genre:Yandere; Historical Fiction/ Fantasy Based In The 1920′s; Smut; Thriller; Alice in Wonderland Inspired
Warnings:TBD
Pairings:Jeon Jungkook (White Rabbit) x Reader (Alice) x Kim Seokjin (Mad Hatter)
Release Date:February 14th, 9 o’clock Central Time
Author’s Notes:This is not going to be a historically accurate piece. As much as I am an advocate for research and learning about the times of old, I am only human and I am short on time researching in between my full time job. I have grown up and currently live in Chicago and I have never written a story about the Windy City before so here I am, writing to you about the wonderful city I call home. I am doing my best to stay true to my writing as well as make it as accurate as one can, but please forgive me if there are faults in this story!
We are not doing a collective Valentine’s Day event this year but the contents of this piece have been weighing heavily on my mind, so I asked if I could write this story for a little something-something. I hope you all enjoy it!
Written By:Admin
Save The Date, Wear A Mask, And Follow The White Rabbit Down The Rabbit Hole For A Delightfully Dreadful Time.
genre: drabble series, slow burn, idiots to lovers, fluff, lil bit of angst, eventual smut
summary: This random guy has started doing laundry at your favorite laundromat each week (at the same time as you, no less!) and to be honest, it’s going to be a problem. You’re just not sure how yet.
rating: 18+ for eventual smut
word count: less than 500
warnings: Attempts at healing. Marathoning TV shows. Author makes a West Wing reference because she is trash for West Wing. Internal comments on roomie’s sex life. Late night conversations. Roomie loveeeee.
notes: Happy Monday, may the caffeination be just what you need today <3
warning:fuckboy!jk(this should be a warning.), angst. HEAVY FUCKING ANGST. lots of drama, toxic relationships, manipulation, tons of drinking and parties, drugs, toxic friendships, anxiety, panick attacks, explicit smut, everyone is an asshole. crying, throwing ups, making bad decisions, regretting said bad decisions, oc being impulsive, misunderstanding, lots of arguing and fights, physical fights. brief fluff.
(more to be added. each chapter has individual warnings)
synopsis:just like the moon changes it’s phases, you see jungkook change himself. but unlike the moon, you don’t see him come back to the way he was before.
— Do you remember? The heat of summer? You said forvever.
You were in the wrong building, on the wrong campus. And not only that, you were late. To your first day of uni. Sure you let yourself sleep 10mins more in the morning. But you didn’t know it was gonna result in you being late.
You scurried across the campus, trying to keep your books together. As you practically sprinted, you saw someone come your way. You tried to stop yourself, but before you knew it, you collided with what felt like a hard surface. And then a harder surface. Oh god, why was this happening?
You squinted your eyes open, ready to brace yourself of the situation that was about to unfold. Your books scattered all around, forms lying in different directions, your bag somewhere along with the rest and in the midst was a human.
A big human. Not a hulk sized human but definitely built and taller than you human.
For a minute you stood there, looking at the mess in front of you. Your eyes shifted to you watch, which you hoped wasn’t cracked.
11:26am
SHIT
You scrambled your way towards your forms, which looked like they were one minute away from flying away and bidding you goodbye. You picked them up, hurriedly, not even paying attention to the grunts that was coming from the human who was still lying on the ground.
“Can you, maybe, help me up?” a male voice grunted. A very smooth malevoice.You did not have time for this.
“Sorry, but I’m in a hurry. Can you maybe help me collect my things?"
"I would love to but you decided to knock my down” he said, voice sounding a little closer.
You turned around to watch him pat the rolled up sleeves on his right arm, tattoos running all over the exposed part and getting hidden under the sleeves.
“You look fine.” you said, then looked at his face.
Damn
You sucked in a breath, the little action seen by him. A smirk played on his face, as he bent down to pick up your books. Keep it together, Y/N
You wordlessly turned around, gathering all the forms and your bag. “Thanks…..” you said, looking at him as he handed you your books back.
“Jungkook”
“Thanks, Jungkook."
You looked at your watch, hoping not too much time passed between this.
11:28am
fuck. FUCK!
You widened your eyes, looking at him once, and then dashed. A breathy laugh left his mouth as he watched you run away.
The first girl, Jungkook didn’t flirt with on the first interaction
-
You kind of expected the office lady to yell at you for being thirty-five minutes late. Albeit, you did explain to her how you got lost, she was definitely not having it. What you didn’t expect was for her to assign you to bring a whole bunch of paper, which you had no idea where to bring from. Yes, she did give you a name but you were sure in a campus this big, you were gonna get lost again.
Fortunately, you met a girl on the way of you loosing your mind. When you explained to her, which she didn’t understand at first, she said she’d help you with the papers.
"How are you joining this late?” Yura asked you.
“It was a late admission. I just came back from the States three days ago.” you struggled to keep up with the heavy stack of paper which you were now carrying back to the main office. “Why does she need so many paper?” you huffed, gesturing to the stack which you both had.
“I don’t know man.” Yura laughed. “So you’re from the States?"
"Oh, no. I was there for a long time but I’m definitely not from the US.”
“Yeah, you look too Asian.” she deadpanned.
You smiled, ready to say I know. But before you knew, you hit a hard surface yet again. “Oh for fuck’s sake!!” you groaned.
Today was definitely not your day, you concluded. You got up, ready to yell at whoever you bumped at. “I’m so sorry!!"
You looked up to see a blonde guy. A very pretty blonde guy. Doesn’t matter "Oh my god! Y/N, you okay?” Yura hurried towards you. “No, I’m not!” you glared at the boy who looked at you with wide eyes, before bending down to pick up the papers.
“Oh, Hi Chim!” Yura said, finally acknowledging the guy.
“You know him?” you kept glaring at Chim? That’s his name?
“Yeah. He’s a friend.” she said, looking between you and him.
“Hi, I’m Jimin,” he held out his hand and that’s when you realized that you were still on the ground. You rolled your eyes but still took his hand, letting him pull you up. “Why don’t I help you girl’s carry these,” he paused to look at the paper, eyeing them in confusion, “to wherever the fuck you’re taking them.”
“Y-”
“Where are you taking them?” he interrupted, looking at you both weirdly.
“To the main office. Don’t ask.” Yura stopped him before he could continue.
“Okay. Main office it is.” he said, taking half from your stack and half from Yura’s.
The three of you walked back to the office, getting scolded by the office lady again. Maybe she was having a bad day too.
“Why don’t we go to eat something?” Jimin suggested. He looked at you, “I’ll pay. Make up for all that” he gestured his hands in the air.
“Sure.” you didn’t have the energy to argue honestly. And your stomach was growling, so why not!
“Hey guys! Meet Y/N.” Jimin yelled from a distance to a group of people. A big group.
“They cannot hear you, dumbass” you flicked his head.
“Ow!"
"That’s for making me fall.” you said looking forward.
“What were you yelling, dude?” a guy with deep voice asked, looking at you first and then Jimin. “You both are late.” he pointed at both Jimin and Yura then.
“I was saying, Meet Y/N, guys. I knocked her down.” he said.
A few whistling sounds were heard along with oohs. “Hey!” you exclaimed.
“Not that knocked. Knocked as in she fell because of me. It was hilarious” he concluded earning another flick from you.
“You fell again,huh?"
That voice. That smooth fucking voice. You knew that voice.
"You.” you turned around, to find him on a bike. A black matte Ducati to be precise. He winked at you before continuing “Sorry Hyung, but I knocked her up first."
You stared at him as he finished his sentence, not taking his eyes off of you once.
"Okay,” One of them said, breaking the tension. “Let’s go. I’m hungry."
"Jungkook, take someone with you. You have an empty seat” a short guy, with a deep voice, (what’s with them being so good-looking and having such nice voices?) pointed at him
“Where are we going?” you looked at Yura for an explanation.
“You’ll see!” one of the guys said. “I’m Seokjin, by the way.”
“Oh, hi.” you said looking at him. “Now let’s go!” he said, grabbing a hold of your wrist and pulling you towards a car, where the others got in.
“I think I’ll take her, hyung.” you saw Jungkook’s bike in front of you, before you saw him. “Well, suit yourself. Hold him tightly Y/N, he drives real fast.” and with that Seokjin got in the car.
You looked at Yura and you saw something of a concern in her face before she quickly masked it with a smile.
“Hop on, Princess.”
“You promise you won’t kill me?” you asked, holding the back of his shoulders and hoisting yourself up on his bike. “Not if it makes you hold me.” he said, head sidewards looking at you, face mere inches away from yours, as you by default leaned towards him due to the high seat.
“I didn’t catch your name, yet.” he said, hot breath fanning your lips.
“Sure you did.” you murmured.
“Yes, I did. But I wanna hear you say it."
"Y/N."
"Y/N.” the words rolled off his tongue smoothly, and that’s the first time you felt an ache in your chest. You weren’t sure why you felt it, but you knew it wasn’t going to be the last time.
