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Shower Quickie ⋆.𐙚 ̊ - boyfriend!Toji x Reader

CONTENTS: shower sex; unprotected sex: praise kink; name calling

The knock wasn’t even a knock but more like a heavy thud against the door, followed by the distinct clatter of my doorknob being tested.

I didn’t hear it at first. The music was too loud, some old playlist bleeding through my speakers while I laid flat on my bed, phone in hand, zoning out and scrolling aimlessly.

By the time I caught the sound of the lock clicking, I was sitting upright, heart climbing my throat  because no one had a key to my place except…

Toji

He stepped inside like he owned the place, like it was just another one of his hideouts, and stood there in the soft glow of the hallway light, hair messy, black compression shirt stretched tight across his chest, and grey sweatpants slung low on his hips.

I scrambled to pause the music, breath caught half in shock.

“What the hell, Toji? It’s—” I checked my phone. “It’s past two in the morning.”

He just grinned, that familiar cocky tilt to his mouth, like he couldn’t see what the problem was.

“Missed you.” He shut the door behind him with a lazy kick of his heel. “Didn’t feel like waiting till morning.”

I stared at him, still catching my breath. “You couldn’t text first?”

He shrugged, shameless. “Wasn’t gonna risk you saying no.”

I sighed, flopping back onto the bed, my heart still racing but for a different reason now. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah?” he muttered, already making his way to the bed. “But you’re smiling.”

I wasn’t — but I was.

He didn’t wait for permission. He crawled onto the mattress with the same careless ease he always had, the bed dipping under his weight. He hovered over me, his hands planted on either side of my shoulders, eyes gleaming with something warm and wild.

“You gonna act mad,” he smirked, “or you gonna come shower with me?”

I raised a brow at him, but my voice was already softer. “Why do you need a shower right now?”

He leaned down, his nose brushing the side of my jaw, breath heavy.

“‘Cause I’ve been thinkin’ about you all fuckin’ night,” he muttered, voice low and filthy, “and now all I can think about is you wet, pressed up against me and moaning my name”

I swallowed, my body already betraying me, skin heating up under his words.

“You’re insane,” I whispered, but my hands still slid up to his shoulders, fingers curling against the muscle there.

“Little bit,” he admitted, flashing that grin again, “but you like it.”

His mouth grazed my ear, and I felt his smirk widen when I shivered.

“C’mon,” he coaxed, lips teasing along my neck. “We can stand under the water… I’ll press you up against the wall…” His hand slipped under the hem of my shirt, slow and warm. “You’ll make those sweet little sounds I like when you think I’m not listening.”

I exhaled shakily, my pulse hammering loud in my chest.

“Toji…”

“You sayin’ no?” he murmured, nipping at my neck just barely.

I hesitated just for the look of it. But I was already gone.

“Didn’t think so,” he chuckled darkly, pulling back just enough to look down at me, eyes flashing with that easy confidence that made it so hard to resist him.

“Up,” he ordered, voice playful but rough. “Shower. Now. Or I’ll just carry you in like this.”

I rolled my eyes but sat up, feeling the heat rush through me. “Fine.”

“‘Atta girl,” he muttered, slapping my thigh with a grin as I stood.

And before I could even take another step, his arms circled around my waist, pulling me back against him, mouth right by my ear.

“Don’t think I’m gonna let you out till you can’t stand straight,” he whispered.

The bathroom lights were low, hazy, almost golden when he pulled me in behind him, the door shutting with a thud that echoed in the quiet.

He didn’t waste time. Toji never did.

The shower was already running, steam curling through the space, fogging the mirror, and by the time I even thought to pull my shirt off, he was already on me.

His hands grabbed the hem of my top, yanking it up and over with that familiar impatience, his lips crashing onto mine before it even hit the floor. His kiss was messy, deep, his tongue sweeping into my mouth like he had something to prove like he’d been starving for this and I was the only thing that could fill him.

He backed me toward the glass, the heat of the water already misting my skin, and his mouth dragged from my lips to my neck, teeth grazing where he knew I was weakest.

“Been thinkin’ about this all day,” he muttered, breath hot and heavy. “Every fuckin’ second.”

His hands roamed, fingers rough and greedy palming my tits, squeezing, feeling like he wanted to memorize every inch of me again. „God, how I missed your tits. You know how much I love them, don’t you doll?“ I answered with a whimper as he pulled me further into the shower. 

My shorts were gone before I noticed his hands working them down, and then his palms were on my bare waist, sliding to my backside, pulling me against him.

“Feel that?” he whispered against my throat, his hips rolling just once, slow and hard. “That’s what you do to me.”

I gasped, hands curling into his damp shirt, still clinging to him even as I felt myself tremble.

“You’re still dressed,” I managed to say, breathless, half a challenge.

He chuckled darkly, pulling back just enough to tug the compression shirt over his head, tossing it aside. His sweatpants followed, leaving nothing between us but heat and the thrum of want that had been building all night.

The sight of him, body cut with muscle, scars that I knew by heart, it made me dizzy, weak in the knees.

Toji grinned like he knew exactly what he looked like, what he did to me.

“Eyes up, sweetheart,” he teased, tilting my chin up. “Not done yet.”

Then he pulled me into the shower, the water crashing down over both of us, hot and relentless.

His hands were everywhere sliding down my back, gripping my hips, pressing me against the slick tile wall. His mouth was on my shoulder, my collarbone, leaving bruises he didn’t bother to hide.

“You feel so good,” he muttered, voice rough, like he couldn’t believe I was real under his hands. “I could keep you here all night.”

“Toji—” I barely managed, my breath catching as he slid one hand lower, between my legs, fingers cupping my pussy and he worked me further. 

“Say my name like that again,” he growled against my ear, “and I’m gonna lose it.”

I did. I said it again softer, needier and it made him groan low in his throat, his body pressing harder against mine, his fingers curling in me until my legs were trembling.

He didn’t stop. He never stopped until I was cumming apart for him, my hands scrabbling for something to hold onto, his name spilling from my mouth like prayer and profanity all tangled up.

When he finally let me catch my breath, his mouth was on mine again, smiling against it, cocky and satisfied.

“Think you can stand now?” he smirked, brushing my hair back, water running down both of us in heavy streams.

I glared weakly at him, and he laughed low, pleased, hungry still.

“Good,” he muttered. “‘Cause I’m not done with you yet.”

And he wasn’t bluffing.

Toji pressed his body flush against mine, his skin burning hot even under the shower spray, his hands gripping my thighs like he was debating whether to lift me right there or drag it out just to hear me beg.

He tilted my chin up with two fingers, forcing my eyes on his. His grin was dangerous sharp, confident like he already knew how this would end but wanted to watch me fall apart every step of the way.

“Still with me, sweetheart?” he murmured, voice dripping with that cocky drawl. “You’re lookin’ a little fucked already.”

I could barely answer, my lips parting for air, but nothing came out.

He chuckled, low in his chest, clearly pleased with himself.

“Guess I’ll take that as a yes.”

Without warning, his hands slid under my thighs, lifting me clean off the ground with that easy strength of his. I gasped, hands shooting to his shoulders, nails sinking into damp skin.

“You should see your face,” he muttered, pinning me to the slick tile wall, water cascading over both of us. “All pretty and wrecked for me and I’ve barely even started.”

His hips rolled slow against me, the hard cock grinding just enough to make my breath hitch, to make me desperate for more.

“You want it, huh?” he whispered, mouth dragging along my jaw, my ear. “Want me to make a mess of you right here?”

I nodded, too breathless to speak, but he clicked his tongue.

“C’mon,” he pressed, voice rough. “I wanna hear it. Tell me.”

“I want you,” I managed, the words barely a whisper, but it was enough.

He groaned deep in his chest, the sound vibrating against my throat as he pressed his mouth there, sucking a bruise into my skin.

“That’s my girl.”

And then he was there pressing into me in one slow, deep stroke that made my whole body shudder against the tile.

I clung to him, legs tight around his waist, my head falling back with a gasp as he started moving, each thrust hard and steady, like he was staking a claim he’d already made a hundred times before.

“Fuck—” he muttered, his mouth hot on my neck. “You feel too good. Always fuckin’ perfect for me.”

The sound of water, the slap of wet skin, the low, rough curses from his mouth it all blurred together until I couldn’t think of anything but him, his voice in my ear, his hands holding me like he’d never let go.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet,” he teased, voice strained but playful. “We’re not done, remember?”

I could barely answer, my breath catching with every roll of his hips, every filthy word he let spill.

He bit down gently on my shoulder, just enough to make me gasp, and his pace picked up, relentless, greedy.

“You’re mine like this,” he muttered, groaning. “Only mine. Say it.”

I barely got the words out, shaky and breathless but I said them.

“Yours.”

He groaned again, deep and wrecked, his rhythm stuttering just enough to tell me how close he was.

“Yeah,” he rasped, mouth hot against my ear. “That’s fuckin’ right.”

And when we finally came together, breathless and spent, the water still raining down over us, he held me there still close, still inside me, his forehead pressed to mine, his grin lazy and satisfied.

“Better than sleepin’ alone,” he muttered, breath shaky but smug.

I just laughed weakly against his shoulder, too gone to argue because he was right.

[inkphoria21]

First ever Jjk smut oneshot

[inkphoria21]

Shower Quickie ⋆.𐙚 ̊ - boyfriend!Toji x Reader

CONTENTS: shower sex; unprotected sex: praise kink; name calling

The knock wasn’t even a knock but more like a heavy thud against the door, followed by the distinct clatter of my doorknob being tested.

I didn’t hear it at first. The music was too loud, some old playlist bleeding through my speakers while I laid flat on my bed, phone in hand, zoning out and scrolling aimlessly.

By the time I caught the sound of the lock clicking, I was sitting upright, heart climbing my throat  because no one had a key to my place except…

Toji

He stepped inside like he owned the place, like it was just another one of his hideouts, and stood there in the soft glow of the hallway light, hair messy, black compression shirt stretched tight across his chest, and grey sweatpants slung low on his hips.

I scrambled to pause the music, breath caught half in shock.

“What the hell, Toji? It’s—” I checked my phone. “It’s past two in the morning.”

He just grinned, that familiar cocky tilt to his mouth, like he couldn’t see what the problem was.

“Missed you.” He shut the door behind him with a lazy kick of his heel. “Didn’t feel like waiting till morning.”

I stared at him, still catching my breath. “You couldn’t text first?”

He shrugged, shameless. “Wasn’t gonna risk you saying no.”

I sighed, flopping back onto the bed, my heart still racing but for a different reason now. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah?” he muttered, already making his way to the bed. “But you’re smiling.”

I wasn’t — but I was.

He didn’t wait for permission. He crawled onto the mattress with the same careless ease he always had, the bed dipping under his weight. He hovered over me, his hands planted on either side of my shoulders, eyes gleaming with something warm and wild.

“You gonna act mad,” he smirked, “or you gonna come shower with me?”

I raised a brow at him, but my voice was already softer. “Why do you need a shower right now?”

He leaned down, his nose brushing the side of my jaw, breath heavy.

“‘Cause I’ve been thinkin’ about you all fuckin’ night,” he muttered, voice low and filthy, “and now all I can think about is you wet, pressed up against me and moaning my name”

I swallowed, my body already betraying me, skin heating up under his words.

“You’re insane,” I whispered, but my hands still slid up to his shoulders, fingers curling against the muscle there.

“Little bit,” he admitted, flashing that grin again, “but you like it.”

His mouth grazed my ear, and I felt his smirk widen when I shivered.

“C’mon,” he coaxed, lips teasing along my neck. “We can stand under the water… I’ll press you up against the wall…” His hand slipped under the hem of my shirt, slow and warm. “You’ll make those sweet little sounds I like when you think I’m not listening.”

I exhaled shakily, my pulse hammering loud in my chest.

“Toji…”

“You sayin’ no?” he murmured, nipping at my neck just barely.

I hesitated just for the look of it. But I was already gone.

“Didn’t think so,” he chuckled darkly, pulling back just enough to look down at me, eyes flashing with that easy confidence that made it so hard to resist him.

“Up,” he ordered, voice playful but rough. “Shower. Now. Or I’ll just carry you in like this.”

I rolled my eyes but sat up, feeling the heat rush through me. “Fine.”

“‘Atta girl,” he muttered, slapping my thigh with a grin as I stood.

And before I could even take another step, his arms circled around my waist, pulling me back against him, mouth right by my ear.

“Don’t think I’m gonna let you out till you can’t stand straight,” he whispered.

The bathroom lights were low, hazy, almost golden when he pulled me in behind him, the door shutting with a thud that echoed in the quiet.

He didn’t waste time. Toji never did.

The shower was already running, steam curling through the space, fogging the mirror, and by the time I even thought to pull my shirt off, he was already on me.

His hands grabbed the hem of my top, yanking it up and over with that familiar impatience, his lips crashing onto mine before it even hit the floor. His kiss was messy, deep, his tongue sweeping into my mouth like he had something to prove like he’d been starving for this and I was the only thing that could fill him.

He backed me toward the glass, the heat of the water already misting my skin, and his mouth dragged from my lips to my neck, teeth grazing where he knew I was weakest.

“Been thinkin’ about this all day,” he muttered, breath hot and heavy. “Every fuckin’ second.”

His hands roamed, fingers rough and greedy palming my tits, squeezing, feeling like he wanted to memorize every inch of me again. „God, how I missed your tits. You know how much I love them, don’t you doll?“ I answered with a whimper as he pulled me further into the shower. 

My shorts were gone before I noticed his hands working them down, and then his palms were on my bare waist, sliding to my backside, pulling me against him.

“Feel that?” he whispered against my throat, his hips rolling just once, slow and hard. “That’s what you do to me.”

I gasped, hands curling into his damp shirt, still clinging to him even as I felt myself tremble.

“You’re still dressed,” I managed to say, breathless, half a challenge.

He chuckled darkly, pulling back just enough to tug the compression shirt over his head, tossing it aside. His sweatpants followed, leaving nothing between us but heat and the thrum of want that had been building all night.

The sight of him, body cut with muscle, scars that I knew by heart, it made me dizzy, weak in the knees.

Toji grinned like he knew exactly what he looked like, what he did to me.

“Eyes up, sweetheart,” he teased, tilting my chin up. “Not done yet.”

Then he pulled me into the shower, the water crashing down over both of us, hot and relentless.

His hands were everywhere sliding down my back, gripping my hips, pressing me against the slick tile wall. His mouth was on my shoulder, my collarbone, leaving bruises he didn’t bother to hide.

“You feel so good,” he muttered, voice rough, like he couldn’t believe I was real under his hands. “I could keep you here all night.”

“Toji—” I barely managed, my breath catching as he slid one hand lower, between my legs, fingers cupping my pussy and he worked me further. 

“Say my name like that again,” he growled against my ear, “and I’m gonna lose it.”

I did. I said it again softer, needier and it made him groan low in his throat, his body pressing harder against mine, his fingers curling in me until my legs were trembling.

He didn’t stop. He never stopped until I was cumming apart for him, my hands scrabbling for something to hold onto, his name spilling from my mouth like prayer and profanity all tangled up.

When he finally let me catch my breath, his mouth was on mine again, smiling against it, cocky and satisfied.

“Think you can stand now?” he smirked, brushing my hair back, water running down both of us in heavy streams.

I glared weakly at him, and he laughed low, pleased, hungry still.

“Good,” he muttered. “‘Cause I’m not done with you yet.”

And he wasn’t bluffing.

Toji pressed his body flush against mine, his skin burning hot even under the shower spray, his hands gripping my thighs like he was debating whether to lift me right there or drag it out just to hear me beg.

He tilted my chin up with two fingers, forcing my eyes on his. His grin was dangerous sharp, confident like he already knew how this would end but wanted to watch me fall apart every step of the way.

“Still with me, sweetheart?” he murmured, voice dripping with that cocky drawl. “You’re lookin’ a little fucked already.”

I could barely answer, my lips parting for air, but nothing came out.

He chuckled, low in his chest, clearly pleased with himself.

“Guess I’ll take that as a yes.”

Without warning, his hands slid under my thighs, lifting me clean off the ground with that easy strength of his. I gasped, hands shooting to his shoulders, nails sinking into damp skin.

“You should see your face,” he muttered, pinning me to the slick tile wall, water cascading over both of us. “All pretty and wrecked for me and I’ve barely even started.”

His hips rolled slow against me, the hard cock grinding just enough to make my breath hitch, to make me desperate for more.

“You want it, huh?” he whispered, mouth dragging along my jaw, my ear. “Want me to make a mess of you right here?”

I nodded, too breathless to speak, but he clicked his tongue.

“C’mon,” he pressed, voice rough. “I wanna hear it. Tell me.”

“I want you,” I managed, the words barely a whisper, but it was enough.

He groaned deep in his chest, the sound vibrating against my throat as he pressed his mouth there, sucking a bruise into my skin.

“That’s my girl.”

And then he was there pressing into me in one slow, deep stroke that made my whole body shudder against the tile.

I clung to him, legs tight around his waist, my head falling back with a gasp as he started moving, each thrust hard and steady, like he was staking a claim he’d already made a hundred times before.

“Fuck—” he muttered, his mouth hot on my neck. “You feel too good. Always fuckin’ perfect for me.”

The sound of water, the slap of wet skin, the low, rough curses from his mouth it all blurred together until I couldn’t think of anything but him, his voice in my ear, his hands holding me like he’d never let go.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet,” he teased, voice strained but playful. “We’re not done, remember?”

I could barely answer, my breath catching with every roll of his hips, every filthy word he let spill.

He bit down gently on my shoulder, just enough to make me gasp, and his pace picked up, relentless, greedy.

“You’re mine like this,” he muttered, groaning. “Only mine. Say it.”

I barely got the words out, shaky and breathless but I said them.

“Yours.”

He groaned again, deep and wrecked, his rhythm stuttering just enough to tell me how close he was.

“Yeah,” he rasped, mouth hot against my ear. “That’s fuckin’ right.”

And when we finally came together, breathless and spent, the water still raining down over us, he held me there still close, still inside me, his forehead pressed to mine, his grin lazy and satisfied.

“Better than sleepin’ alone,” he muttered, breath shaky but smug.

I just laughed weakly against his shoulder, too gone to argue because he was right.

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Stay a little longer - JK Oneshot

ᯓ★ Pairing: Jungkook x f. reader

ᯓ★ Genre: boyfriend!Jungkook / girlfriend!reader / lovers / making out / Flirty / playful / romantic / teasing

ᯓ★ Words count: 1k

ᯓ★ Masterlist

The sky outside was a heavy gray, thick with the promise of rain, but inside, the world was warm and slow. The soft patter of Jungkook’s playlist drifted from the living room speaker—mostly lo-fi beats, low and easy, the kind of music that melted into the air rather than filled it.

You were curled up on his big couch, your legs tucked under a blanket, a mug of tea forgotten on the side table. Jungkook padded barefoot across the wood floor, his sweatpants hanging low, his black hoodie looking much too good on him for it being such a lazy day.

When he caught you staring, he grinned, boyish and a little smug. “You’re not even pretending to hide it anymore.”

“Hide what?”

“That you’re obsessed with me.” He dropped down next to you, nudging your foot with his knee.

You snorted, pulling the blanket tighter around you. “You’re the one who asked me to stay the weekend. Clearly, you’re the obsessed one.”

He reached out, tugging at the edge of your blanket until you yelped and kicked at him half-heartedly. His laughter was warm and low, rumbling deep in his chest as he settled beside you, pulling the blanket until you had no choice but to share it with him.

“You’re cold,” he said, noticing the way you burrowed into the throw.

“No, I’m not.”

He gave you a look—one of those raised-eyebrow, unimpressed Jungkook looks that made you want to either kiss him or smack him.

“Your toes are freezing,” he muttered, sliding his hand under the blanket and wrapping it around your ankle. “Liar.”

You shifted closer, the couch dipping with the movement. His arm slid naturally around your shoulders, and you rested your cheek against his chest, feeling the slow, steady beat of his heart beneath the fabric.

“Stay all day,” he murmured.

You smiled into his hoodie. “Wasn’t planning on leaving.”

He made a soft, pleased noise, his fingers tracing idle shapes against your shoulder. For a while, neither of you spoke, just listened to the music and the occasional rumble of distant thunder.

Then, just when you were starting to drift, Jungkook broke the silence.

“If you fall asleep on me, you owe me five kisses.”

You lifted your head, giving him a suspicious squint. “Since when?”

“Just now. New rule.”

You hummed thoughtfully. “What if I fall asleep and you wake me up?”

He smirked. “Then you owe me ten kisses. Interest, baby.”

You laughed, tipping your head back against the couch. “That’s a scam.”

“It’s a good scam,” he said cheerfully, his hand sliding up your back, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. “And you love it.”

You should have been annoyed at how right he was.

Instead, you grabbed the front of his hoodie and pulled him closer, kissing him square on the mouth—quick and teasing, a promise more than anything.

“There’s one in advance,” you said, grinning.

He made a low sound in his throat, something like a growl. “Dangerous game, babe.”

You kissed him again, slower this time, lingering just long enough to feel him tighten his grip on your waist.

“Two.”

“Keep going,” he murmured against your lips. “I’ll lose count on purpose.”

You giggled, but he caught you mid-laugh, stealing another kiss, deeper now, his hands warm against your sides. His tongue brushed your bottom lip, asking, teasing, and you opened for him without hesitation. The kiss turned hungry in seconds, the kind of kiss that stole your breath and made the world outside the walls disappear.

When you finally pulled back, both of you breathing hard, he was staring at you like you were something he’d never get tired of discovering.

“Three, four, five…” he said, voice rough around the edges. “Guess you’re paid up now.”

You pressed your forehead against his, your chest heaving lightly. “Thought you wanted me to fall asleep first.”

He shook his head, his hand sliding under your shirt, fingers brushing the bare skin of your back in slow, lazy circles. “Changed my mind.”

There was something so easy about being with him like this. No rush. No pressure. Just touch and laughter and the kind of closeness that made you ache in the best way.

You shifted, swinging a leg over his lap so you were straddling him, the blanket pooling around you both like a cocoon. Jungkook looked up at you, his dark hair messy, his eyes heavy-lidded with something softer than lust—something heavier.

“You’re so pretty,” he said, almost absentmindedly, his thumbs brushing lazy circles into your hips.

You ducked your head, shy and smiling. “You’re just saying that because I’m sitting on you.”

He grinned, the kind of grin that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Yeah. Sitting on me very attractively.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes, and he tightened his arms around you, pulling you down into another kiss—this one slower, deeper, like he had all the time in the world.

And he did. You both did.

The rain started finally, tapping gently against the windows. The fire crackled low in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room. And in the middle of it all was Jungkook, holding you like you were something precious, something he wasn’t planning on letting go of any time soon.

When he eventually pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed, breathing steady.

“I could stay like this forever,” he said quietly.

You smiled, your fingers tracing the curve of his jaw. “We don’t have to move yet.”

“Good,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Because you’re my favorite blanket.”

You laughed, the sound muffled against his chest as he hugged you tighter, the two of you tangled together as the rain poured outside and the world faded to nothing but the beat of your hearts and the feel of each other’s skin.

No place to be. No one else to answer to.

Just you, Jungkook, and a quiet forever waiting at your feet.

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New jk oneshot

[inkphoria21]

Slow Mornings, Faster Hearts - JK Oneshot

ᯓ★ Pairing: Jungkook x f. reader

ᯓ★ Genre: boyfriend!Jungkook / girlfriend!reader / lovers / making out / Flirty / playful / romantic / teasing

ᯓ★ Words count: 1k

ᯓ★ Masterlist

The morning air was crisp, even inside the warm little cottage Jungkook had rented for the weekend. The place smelled faintly of pinewood and fresh linen, with a soft golden hue spilling in through the windows. You were still buried under the covers, eyes half-closed, when you heard quiet footsteps on the old floorboards.

Then a whisper, almost conspiratorial: “You awake?”

You hummed without opening your eyes. “No.”

A chuckle. “Liar.”

The bed dipped as Jungkook crawled in beside you, the cold tip of his nose brushing against your cheek. You flinched with a soft yelp, making him laugh louder.

“That’s evil,” you grumbled, burying your face in the pillow.

“You like it,” he teased, his arms sliding around your waist, tugging you back against him. He was shirtless—warm skin, lean muscle, and the scent of his morning shower wrapping around you all at once.

You let out a sigh. “You smell way too good for me to keep pretending I’m asleep.”

“I could make it worse,” he said innocently.

“Worse how?”

He leaned in closer, voice low. “I could kiss you until you forget your name.”

You snorted. “Bold of you to assume I remember it right now.”

He grinned against your shoulder. “So flustered already? I haven’t even started.”

“I’m not flustered.”

Jungkook shifted, propping himself up on one elbow. His gaze dropped to where the oversized T-shirt you wore—his—had slid up just a little, revealing the bare skin of your thigh. He didn’t touch. Just looked. And smiled. Like he already had a hundred thoughts running through his head and was deciding which one to act on first.

“I like you in my shirt,” he said. “But I’d like you out of it, too.”

You rolled your eyes, heat creeping up your neck despite your best efforts. “It’s 9 a.m.”

He glanced at the clock. “Exactly. Prime flirty hours.”

You laughed and shoved at his chest. “Let me brush my teeth before you flirt me into cardiac arrest.”

“Fine,” he said, sighing dramatically. “But I’m joining you in the kitchen after. I made coffee.”

“Oh my God. Are you trying to seduce me with domesticity?”

“Is it working?”

He was already halfway out of bed, stretching lazily, his sweats hanging low on his hips. You caught yourself staring for a second too long.

“Maybe,” you muttered.

He winked. “Thought so.”

Fifteen minutes later, you were both in the kitchen—your hair still slightly damp from a quick rinse, his hoodie now swallowing you whole. Jungkook stood across the tiny counter, stirring sugar into two mismatched mugs. The cottage was quiet, peaceful. A world away from your usual chaos.

“I was thinking,” he said, sliding your mug over. “If we lived in the countryside, I’d do this every morning.”

“Make me coffee?”

“Yeah. And flirt with you shamelessly while you drink it.”

You raised a brow. “I don’t think I could survive it.”

“You’d adapt,” he said, smiling. “Humans are resilient.”

You rolled your eyes and took a sip—strong and sweet, just how you liked it.

He walked over to stand behind you again, arms winding around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. “You know what else I’d do?”

“Mm?”

“Steal your hoodies. Wear them without pants. Make breakfast in nothing but socks.”

“Wow,” you said flatly. “You’ve really painted a picture there.”

“I know,” he said proudly. “Romantic, right?”

You turned in his arms and looked up at him, resting your hands on his chest. “Is this your idea of seduction?”

He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours. “No. This is.”

The kiss was soft at first—slow, teasing, the kind that left you smiling against his mouth. But it didn’t stay that way for long. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of the hoodie, brushing lightly against your waist, pulling you in closer. Your breath hitched as he deepened the kiss, mouth moving against yours like he already knew exactly how to make you melt.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, he looked entirely too smug.

“Told you I could make you flustered before noon,” he whispered.

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“But charming.”

You huffed, trying to fight the smile tugging at your lips. “So what’s the plan for the rest of the day, loverboy?”

Jungkook tilted his head, pretending to think. “Breakfast. Then maybe a walk. Or stay in. Cuddle. Talk about names for our future dog.”

“Future?”

“I figured you might want one that doesn’t barge into the room every five minutes.”

You snorted. “Fair.”

He kissed your cheek, then your forehead. “Let’s have a slow day. You and me. A little teasing. A lot of kisses. No plans.”

“No complaints here.”

“Good,” he said, slipping his fingers between yours. “Because I plan to love you stupid all day long.”

And you did. Laughing into kisses, stealing sips of coffee, tangled in soft blankets by sunset, hearts full and light with nothing but the joy of simply being together.

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Im so sorry that I didnt post anything in so long. I am so busy with finals at the moment.

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Cherry Lollipops & Trouble - JK Oneshot

ᯓ★ Pairing: Jungkook x f. reader

ᯓ★ Genre: boyfriend!Jungkook / girlfriend!reader / lovers / making out / LOLLIS

ᯓ★ Words count: 1k

ᯓ★ Masterlist

English is not my first language

The summer air outside was heavy, but inside the little convenience store, it was all fluorescent lights and too-loud K-pop playing over tinny speakers. You shouldn’t have been having this much fun picking snacks at 11 p.m., but that was what happened when your boyfriend had the energy of a golden retriever and the charm of the devil himself. “Do we need five bags of chips?” you asked, watching Jungkook juggle his armful of snacks like he was on a cooking show. “We need six,” he said with mock-seriousness, holding up a bag of spicy squid-flavored ones like it was the holy grail. “I’m a growing boy.”

“You’re 27.”

“Exactly. Gotta maintain this temple.” He winked, and you nearly choked on a laugh. You leaned against the candy shelf, eyeing him with one eyebrow arched. “Pretty sure temples don’t eat marshmallow cookies and ramen at midnight.” Jungkook was already unwrapping a cherry lollipop from the checkout stand like he had no idea what portion control was. He popped it into his mouth and smirked around the stick. “I’m irresistible, even to myself.” You rolled your eyes, but you weren’t immune. Not even close. Especially not when he was wearing one of his oversized black shirts, his tattoos peeking out as his sleeves slid back every time he moved, and his hair falling slightly into his eyes. Ridiculously hot. Unfairly so. “I’m gonna regret letting you have sugar after ten,” you muttered. “You’ll love it,” he said around the lollipop. “I’m extra annoying when I’m hyped.” “I know.”

He took a slow step toward you, gaze playful, lips still wrapped around the candy. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” “You’re a menace,” you said, heart picking up just a little as he closed the distance. “I’m your menace.” You crossed your arms, trying not to grin. “Do you flirt like this with everyone at convenience stores?” He leaned in until the lollipop bumped your bottom lip. “Only the cute ones who steal my hoodies and threaten to eat all the ramen.” “I would never steal your hoodies,” you deadpanned. “I borrow them indefinitely.” Jungkook laughed, bright and unfiltered, and then pulled the lollipop out of his mouth with an obnoxiously loud pop. “You want a taste?” You blinked. “Of… the lollipop?”

“Of me.” His grin was all teeth now, cocky and dangerous. “Oh my god, you are the worst.”

He wiggled his eyebrows, looking pleased with himself. “You love it.”

Ten minutes later, you were sitting in the passenger seat of his car, legs propped up on the dash, Jungkook behind the wheel with Bam in the backseat, tongue lolling out happily. The car smelled like snacks and faintly of his cologne—woodsy, warm, and far too comforting. Jungkook handed you a bag of gummies without looking. “Peace offering for my terrible pickup lines.” “I’m still deciding if I forgive you,” you said, but you took the bag anyway, bumping your knee lightly against his arm. “Lips still available if you want a better apology.” You laughed, covering your face with the gummy bag. “Stop.” But you didn’t really want him to. Back at the apartment, Jungkook dropped the snacks on the coffee table and kicked his shoes off, calling for Bam like a dad returning from a long day of work. “Come here, baby!” Bam bounded over, tail wagging, and immediately jumped onto the couch beside you. You ruffled his fur, laughing when he tried to climb into your lap. “You jealous?” you asked Jungkook, who was watching the two of you with narrowed eyes. “Of course. My own dog betraying me.” “He loves me more.”

“Blasphemy.” Jungkook stalked over and flopped onto the couch beside you, arms spreading across the back. “Guess I’ll have to win back your attention.” You arched a brow. “By doing what?” He leaned in, brushing his nose against your cheek, his voice dropping a little. “By reminding you exactly who you belong to.” And just like that, the air between you shifted. His hand slipped behind your neck, thumb brushing your jaw, and he kissed you—slow, teasing, like he had all the time in the world. The cherry flavor still lingered faintly on his tongue, sweet and addictive. You sighed into it, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt, and he smiled against your lips like he knew. He deepened the kiss, tongue sliding against yours with a little more urgency, one hand slipping to your waist to pull you closer. Bam, unimpressed by the PDA, made a dramatic huff and jumped off the couch. You broke the kiss, laughing breathlessly. “You scared your son away.”

Jungkook didn’t look sorry at all. “Worth it.” You were already a little breathless, your body warm from his touch. You gave him a playful shove. “You’re impossible.” He pulled you onto his lap, hands snug at your hips, lips brushing your ear. “But you’re still here.” And you were. Because cherry lollipops and ridiculous flirtation and a boyfriend with a heart-stopping smile?

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NEW JK ONESHOT

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Between the shelves — JK Oneshot

ᯓ★ Pairing: Jungkook x f. reader

ᯓ★ Genre: boyfriend!Jungkook / girlfriend!reader / lovers / making out

ᯓ★ Words count: 1.1k

ᯓ★ Masterlist

English is not my first language

The bookstore was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt sacred. Dust motes floated lazily in the golden afternoon light, and the faint scent of aged paper and fresh ink filled the air. Rows of towering wooden shelves surrounded us, creating a small cocoon of solitude in the back corner of the shop. Jungkook stood beside me, a book in his hands, flipping through the pages with absent curiosity. His dark hair fell into his eyes, his lip caught between his teeth in concentration. He looked good like this—calm, unbothered, the sharpness of his usual presence softened by the warm glow of the sun filtering through the old windows. I was pretending to read, but in reality, I was watching him, stealing glances whenever I thought he wasn’t looking. But, of course, Jungkook always noticed. “You keep staring at me,” he murmured without looking up. I felt heat creep up my neck. “Do not.” His lips curved into a knowing smirk as he finally turned his gaze on me. “Liar.” Before I could defend myself, he stepped closer, his body brushing against mine, his warmth pressing into me in the cool, quiet space between the shelves. My breath hitched, my fingers tightening around the book in my hands. “Jungkook,” I whispered, a warning—or maybe a plea. His fingers brushed against my hip, barely there, like a question. “Hm?” I swallowed hard. We shouldn’t be doing this here. Not when we were out in public, not when someone could turn the corner at any moment and see— But then he leaned in, his lips hovering just over mine, his breath warm against my skin. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured. I didn’t. Jungkook’s lips met mine, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to savor me. My body melted into his without hesitation, my hands finding the fabric of his hoodie, curling into it as he deepened the kiss. His tongue traced along my bottom lip, coaxing me open, stealing every breath, every thought. A soft thud echoed in the quiet as the book slipped from my grasp, landing forgotten on the wooden floor. Jungkook smirked against my lips, his hands sliding up my back, pulling me closer. “Messy,” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement. I barely had the mind to care. Not when his hands were roaming my body, not when his mouth was leaving a slow, burning trail down my jaw, my neck. I bit my lip, stifling the sound that threatened to escape as his teeth scraped against my pulse point, his tongue soothing the sting a second later.

I felt dizzy, my head spinning from the scent of him, the way he was pressing me back against the shelves, caging me in with nothing but the heat of his body and the steady, intoxicating rhythm of his touch. A bell chimed softly at the front of the store—someone walking in. Jungkook stilled for half a second before he grinned, tilting his head. “You think they’d notice if we disappeared?” I let out a breathless laugh, pushing lightly at his chest. “You’re insane.” He caught my hand before I could pull away, his fingers tangling with mine. His lips brushed my knuckles, a silent promise. “Come with me,” he murmured. And just like that, I knew—I would.

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If you like, I can also write oneshots about book characters. I read many books in my life and if you have any recommendations then just sent me a question on my page

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 20 FOLLOWERS

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Midnight Embrace - JK Oneshot

ᯓ★ Pairing: Jungkook x f. reader

ᯓ★ Genre: boyfriend!Jungkook / girlfriend!reader / lovers / making out

ᯓ★ Words count: 1.2k

ᯓ★ Masterlist

English is not my first language

Jungkook’s apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the city outside, the occasional honk of a distant car, and the soft sound of rain tapping against the windows. The storm had rolled in unexpectedly, drenching the streets below in a glossy sheen. I had been planning to leave, but the sudden downpour kept me here—trapped in the warmth of his space, surrounded by the lingering scent of cedarwood and something distinctly him. He stood by the window, watching the rain, the dim glow of the city casting shadows along his sharp jawline. Dressed in nothing but a pair of loose sweatpants, his bare torso reflected the ambient light, highlighting the soft ridges of his muscles. His tattoos peeked through the sleeve of ink running down his arm, dark and striking against his skin. “You’re stuck with me now,” he murmured, turning his head just enough to glance at me. His voice was a lazy drawl, a hint of amusement lacing his words. I shifted on the couch, pulling my legs up beneath me, Jungkook’s hoodie drowning my frame in its warmth. “I don’t mind,” I admitted, voice quieter than I intended. And I didn’t. Being here, in this small pocket of time where the world didn’t demand anything from him, felt like a secret only we got to share. Jungkook studied me for a long moment before pushing off the window ledge, crossing the room with slow, deliberate steps. There was something about the way he moved—like he knew the effect he had on me, the way my breath hitched slightly whenever he got too close. He stopped in front of me, his fingers toying with the hem of the hoodie I wore.

“You look good in this,” he said, his voice low, rough around the edges. His thumb grazed the fabric, barely brushing against my thigh. “I like seeing you in my clothes.” Heat curled in my stomach, but I refused to let him see how easily he unraveled me. “I’ll have to borrow them more often then.” His lips curled into a lazy smirk. “You say that like I’d ever want you to give them back.” The space between us felt smaller now, the air heavier, charged with something unspoken. Jungkook leaned down, one hand resting on the back of the couch, caging me in. His eyes flickered over my face, tracing every line, every feature, like he was memorizing me in this moment. Outside, the rain intensified, streaking down the glass, the occasional rumble of thunder vibrating in the distance. Inside, the warmth of his body radiated against mine, and I felt my pulse quicken when his fingers brushed against my jaw, tilting my face up toward him. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his breath fanning across my lips.

I didn’t. Instead, I leaned in, closing the distance between us, my lips meeting his in a slow, deliberate kiss. Jungkook responded immediately, his hand sliding to the nape of my neck, pulling me deeper into him. His lips were soft, but the way he kissed me was anything but—hungry, needy, like he had been holding himself back for too long. I let myself sink into it, into him, my fingers finding the solid warmth of his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my palm. He sighed against my mouth, a quiet sound that sent shivers down my spine. He shifted, pulling me onto his lap, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he settled back against the couch. His hands roamed, skimming over the bare skin beneath the hoodie, fingertips tracing lazy patterns along my spine. Every touch felt like a silent confession, every press of his lips a promise he couldn’t quite put into words. I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging slightly, and the low groan that rumbled in his chest sent a thrill through me. He pulled away just enough to look at me, his eyes dark, filled with something raw and unguarded. “You’re dangerous,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. I let out a soft laugh, breathless. “Me?” Jungkook hummed, his lips curling at the corners. “Yeah. You make me forget everything else. The noise, the expectations… it all disappears when I’m with you.” Something about the way he said it, the honesty in his voice, made my heart stutter. I knew what he meant. I felt it too—the way time slowed when we were together, how the world outside these walls didn’t matter as long as we had this. I traced the lines of his collarbone with my fingers, watching the way his skin reacted to my touch. “Then don’t think,” I whispered. “Just be here. With me.” Jungkook exhaled, almost like he had been waiting for me to say that, and then he kissed me again, deeper this time. The hoodie I wore slipped off one shoulder, his lips following the exposed skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. Outside, the rain continued to fall, steady and relentless. But inside, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of the moment, there was only him. Only us.

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First Taehyung drabble

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Autumn walks - Taehyung 🐻 fluff drabble

ᯓ★ Pairing: Taehyung x f. reader (special guest Yeontan)

ᯓ★ Genre: boyfriend!Taehyung / girlfriend!reader / lovers / fluff

ᯓ★ Words count: 1.2k

ᯓ★ Masterlist

English is not my first language

The city outside was quiet, bathed in the golden hues of an autumn sunset. From Taehyung’s apartment, I could see the streets lined with trees, their leaves turning into warm shades of amber and rust. The open window let in a crisp breeze, making the sheer curtains flutter softly. Yeontan was curled up on the couch, his tiny body rising and falling with steady breaths. Taehyung sat beside him, one hand gently scratching behind his ears, the other lazily scrolling through his phone. “Let’s take him for a walk,” I suggested, stretching my arms above my head. Taehyung glanced up, his deep brown eyes meeting mine. “Now?” I nodded, already reaching for Yeontan’s leash. “It’s perfect outside. Not too cold yet.” He hummed in agreement before sitting up, ruffling his already messy hair. “Alright, but only if we stop for hot chocolate on the way back.” I grinned. “Deal.” Yeontan stirred at the sound of movement, his ears perking up before he let out an excited bark. The moment he saw the leash in my hand, he wiggled with anticipation, tail wagging furiously. Taehyung chuckled. “See? Tannie agrees.”

After slipping into a pair of sneakers, I grabbed a light jacket, not thinking much about the temperature outside. Taehyung, on the other hand, took his time pulling on a thick, oversized coat, his usual effortless style making even casual wear look expensive. With Yeontan leading the way, we stepped out of the apartment and into the cool evening air. The streets were quieter than usual, the lull of a weekday evening settling over the city. Streetlights flickered on one by one, casting a warm glow against the pavement. The sky was a canvas of deep blues and purples, the last traces of sunlight barely visible beyond the skyline. Yeontan trotted ahead confidently, his tiny paws tapping against the sidewalk. Every few steps, he would pause to sniff a lamppost or stare curiously at a passing bicyclist. Taehyung held the leash loosely, occasionally giving it a gentle tug whenever Yeontan got too distracted. I walked beside him, my hands tucked into the sleeves of my jacket. The air was cooler than I had anticipated, the breeze sneaking past the thin fabric and making me shiver slightly. Taehyung noticed almost immediately. “You cold?” His voice was low, warm in contrast to the chill in the air. I hesitated. “A little.” He sighed dramatically, already shrugging off his coat. “I knew you weren’t dressed warmly enough.” Before I could protest, he draped the heavy fabric over my shoulders, the lingering scent of him—something warm, like cedar and vanilla—enveloping me instantly. I looked up at him, about to argue that he’d get cold instead, but he only gave me that lazy, knowing smile. “It looks better on you anyway,” he murmured. I rolled my eyes but hugged the coat around me nonetheless. “You just don’t want to hear me complain later.” “Exactly,” he teased, bumping his shoulder lightly against mine. We continued walking, the quiet sounds of the city filling the comfortable silence between us. Yeontan was still leading the way, his tiny frame determined as he sniffed at a pile of freshly fallen leaves. Taehyungs hand brushed against mine as we walked, the touch brief but warm, and I felt my heart stutter just slightly. “This is nice,” I said softly. He glanced at me, his gaze holding something softer, something unspoken. “Yeah,” he agreed. “It really is.” By the time we reached the small café Taehyung had been eyeing, the sun had fully set, and the temperature had dropped even further. “Wait here,” he said, tying Yeontan’s leash to a bench outside. “I’ll get the drinks.” I crouched beside Yeontan, rubbing my hands together for warmth while he sniffed at my fingers. “He spoils us, doesn’t he?” I murmured to the tiny dog, who simply blinked at me before curling up against my leg. A few minutes later, Taehyung emerged from the café, two steaming cups in hand. He handed me one before settling onto the bench beside me. The first sip was perfect—warm, rich, sweet enough to chase away the chill in my bones. I sighed happily, leaning back. Taehyung watched me with amusement, one eyebrow raised. “Good?” I nodded. “Very.” He took a slow sip of his own, his gaze drifting to the streetlights ahead. “I like this,” he said after a moment. I glanced at him. “The hot chocolate?” He chuckled. “No. Just… this. Us. Quiet nights. Walks with Tannie.” He looked at me then, his expression unreadable but warm. “It feels like home.” The words settled deep in my chest, wrapping around my heart in a way that felt both comforting and terrifying. Home. I took another sip of my drink, staring at the way the steam curled into the night air.“Yeah,” I whispered. “It does.” Yeontan let out a sleepy sigh, curling up between us on the bench, and for the first time all evening, I truly felt warm.

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Heyyy I have another question for you guys

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Should I write about Jimin or Taehyung next?

What do you guys think