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Chasing the moment - JK Oneshot

ᯓ★ Pairing: Jungkook x f. reader

ᯓ★ Genre: boyfriend!Jungkook / girlfriend!reader / lovers / fluff/ smut / romantic / making out / alcohol consume

ᯓ★ Words count: 1.2k

ᯓ★ Masterlist

English is not my first language

The bar is loud, the chatter filling the air as drinks clink and the low hum of music vibrates through the walls. I’m sitting at a table near the back, nursing the same glass of whiskey that I’ve barely touched in the past twenty minutes. My eyes wander, taking in the crowd of people talking, laughing, and dancing. But I’m not really paying attention to them. I’m watching Jungkook. He’s at the bar, chatting with a group of people, his shoulders relaxed but his face focused. His dark hair falls messily around his forehead, his jawline sharp beneath the dim light. Even in a room full of people, he somehow stands out, the way he carries himself, the quiet confidence in his presence. I’ve always noticed him, but tonight, it’s different. He turns slightly, his gaze meeting mine across the room. I quickly look away, pretending to be engrossed in the glass in front of me, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest.

The brief contact, his eyes locking with mine, sends a shock of warmth through my body. I curse under my breath. I’ve known Jungkook for a while now, but the past few weeks, it’s been harder to ignore the way he makes me feel—how his presence makes everything seem sharper, more vivid, more alive. Before I can talk myself out of it, I stand up, grabbing my drink and making my way to the bar. The closer I get, the more my nerves start to build, but I push them down. This is just a conversation. But when I finally reach the bar, he’s already turned toward me, that familiar, inviting smile on his lips. “Well, look who decided to join me,” he teases, his voice low and smooth. “I was starting to think you were avoiding me.” I roll my eyes, setting my glass down on the bar beside him. “I wasn’t avoiding you,” I say, though the way my heart is racing contradicts my words. “Sure,” he says, one eyebrow arching in amusement. His fingers brush against mine as he turns back to the bartender, ordering another drink. The touch is brief, but the electric charge it sends through me is undeniable. We stand in silence for a moment, the noise of the bar swirling around us, but all I can hear is the sound of my own breath, and the beat of my pulse in my ears. Jungkook’s drink arrives, and he grabs it, taking a slow sip before turning back to me. “You know,” he says, leaning in just enough that I can smell the faint scent of alcohol and cologne. “I’ve been wondering why you’ve been so distant lately.” I freeze, unsure how to respond. He’s always been direct, but tonight, it feels like there’s more weight behind his words. “Distant?” I ask, trying to play it off, but I can feel my pulse quicken. He smirks, setting his drink down and taking a step closer, so close I can feel the heat radiating off his body. “Yeah. You’re always here, but you never really seem… present.” I look up at him, the distance between us closing with every breath. His eyes are dark, his expression unreadable, and for a moment, I’m not sure if this is just a casual conversation or something more. He’s so close now I can feel the weight of his gaze on me, the tension in the air thickening. I don’t have time to think before his hand lands on my waist, pulling me closer. The touch is gentle but firm, as if he’s trying to ground me, to steady me. My breath catches in my throat, and I glance up at him. “You’re nervous,” he says softly, his voice low. “I—” I start, but I can’t find the words. The way he’s looking at me, the way his fingers are tracing light circles on my side, makes everything feel like it’s spinning. “Are you afraid of me?” he asks, his lips curling into a small grin. “No.” The word leaves my mouth before I can stop it, and something shifts between us. There’s a certain honesty in it, a vulnerability that we’ve never shared before. His eyes darken slightly, and he tilts his head. “Then stop pretending like you don’t want this.” My heart stops for a second, and I find myself rooted to the spot, unsure of what to say or do. But as the seconds tick by, I feel something inside me snap. The tension has been building for weeks, and I can’t ignore it anymore. Without thinking, I close the gap between us, my lips crashing into his. It’s sudden, messy, but it’s what we’ve both been dancing around for so long. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me flush against him, and his lips mold to mine with a hunger I’ve never seen from him before. I can feel the heat of his body, the way his chest presses against mine, and it’s like nothing else in the world matters. He deepens the kiss, and I follow his lead, one hand threading into his hair, the other gripping the fabric of his shirt as if it’s the only thing holding me together.

 Everything around us fades away—the noise, the people, the world outside. It’s just us, caught in this one moment, and nothing has ever felt more real. Jungkook pulls away just enough to look at me, his breath ragged, his eyes heavy with desire. “Is this what you’ve been wanting?” he asks, his voice rough, his hand tracing down my back. I nod, unable to speak, my body trembling with the need for him. He smirks, his lips brushing over mine again in a slow, teasing kiss. “You’re not going anywhere now,” he says, his words sending a thrill through me. With a soft laugh, I grab his shirt, tugging him back toward me. “Then stop talking and show me.”

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After Hours — JK Oneshot (s.)

ᯓ★ Pairing: Jungkook x f. reader

ᯓ★ Genre: boyfriend!Jungkook / girlfriend!reader / lovers / fluff/ smut / romantic / making out / alcohol consume

ᯓ★ Words count: 1.2k

ᯓ★ Masterlist _

English is not my first language

It’s nearly 2 AM.

The soft hum of the city outside is the only sound in the otherwise quiet apartment. The lights in the living room are dim, casting an intimate glow over the space, and the only movement is the subtle shift of Jungkook’s broad frame as he moves to the kitchen to grab another drink. I’ve been lying on the couch for the past hour, trying to focus on the movie playing on the screen in front of me. But the heat in the room isn’t just from the summer air. It’s coming from the way Jungkook’s presence fills the space—his shirt slightly askew, his hair tousled, the way he moves with that effortless grace that makes it impossible for me to think about anything else.

I sigh, rubbing my hand over my forehead, trying to shake the tension. I can’t do this. I can’t sit here and pretend I’m unaffected when all I can think about is the way my body reacts to him. He turns back to me, a glass of whiskey in hand. “You good?” I glance up, but the way his eyes meet mine makes it impossible to look away. They’re dark, almost too intense in the dim light, and I feel my heart rate speed up. I sit up a little straighter on the couch, pretending I didn’t notice the way my breath hitched at the sight of him. “Yeah. Just… hot in here.” He smirks, the kind of smirk that tells me he knows exactly what’s going on in my head. “You want me to open a window?” I try to keep my voice steady, but it cracks slightly. “No, it’s fine.” Jungkook moves toward me, sitting down beside me on the couch, his knee brushing against mine. I swallow hard at the proximity, my skin tingling where our legs touch.

He glances at me, as if searching for something in my eyes, and when I don’t look away, his smirk deepens. “You’re not fine, are you?” The way he says it—the confidence, the way his lips curl���makes my breath catch. I shake my head, but the words don’t come. Before I can respond, his hand moves to my knee, his fingers lightly brushing over the fabric of my shorts. His touch is gentle, but there’s an undeniable tension behind it. I can feel the heat of his palm through the thin material, and it sends a jolt through me. I don’t pull away. I can’t. Instead, I lean in closer, my voice barely above a whisper. “What are you doing?” Jungkook chuckles softly, the sound rich and low, sending a shiver down my spine. “You’ve been looking at me like that all night. What do you think I’m doing?” His fingers slide higher, under the hem of my shorts, and I hold my breath, too nervous to move, too excited to stop him. The touch of his hand against the bare skin of my thigh is electrifying. He doesn’t waste time, his fingers slipping further, grazing the edge of my underwear. I gasp softly, but he only looks at me, his gaze dark and full of hunger. “Do you want this?” he asks, his voice low, almost a growl. I don’t have the strength to say anything. Instead, I nod, my body responding before my mind can even catch up. Without another word, Jungkook moves on top of me, his hands quickly removing the last barrier between us—my shorts. I help him, pulling at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. When his bare chest finally presses against mine, I let out a shaky breath, my hands wandering to his back, feeling the tension in his muscles. He pulls away just enough to look at me, a wicked glint in his eyes. “You’re sure about this?” he asks again, and I know he’s testing me. But I’m beyond the point of hesitation. “Yes,” I breathe, my fingers threading through his hair. “Yes, Jungkook, please.” His lips crash onto mine, urgent and hungry. He kisses me deeply, his hands roaming, pulling me closer. I feel the hardness of him press against my stomach, and it only makes me want him more. My hands find their way to the waistband of his pants, and he groans into the kiss when I tug them down. His skin is hot under my fingertips, and I can’t seem to get enough of the way he feels.

He pulls back just enough to breathe, looking down at me with a look that sends a fresh wave of heat flooding through me. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, his voice rough. “You’re killing me.” I can’t hold back a moan as his hand slips between my legs, his fingers grazing my underwear. He pauses just long enough to meet my gaze again, and the intensity in his eyes makes my heart race. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs, his fingers teasing the edge of my panties. “Jungkook…” My voice cracks, pleading. He grins, sliding the fabric aside to expose me. The second his fingers make contact, I gasp, the sensation too much, too fast. He moves slowly at first, testing, savoring the way my body responds to him. I squirm under him, unable to sit still, my hands gripping his shoulders. “You feel so fucking good,” he groans, dipping his head to kiss my neck. His fingers work in and out of me, setting a rhythm that has me seeing stars. I can’t help but gasp, my hips moving with his touch. The pleasure is overwhelming, building steadily inside me, and I can’t seem to focus on anything but the way he makes me feel. “Jungkook, I—” He silences me with a kiss, his lips swallowing my moans as his fingers move faster, deeper. I break apart beneath him, my body tensing as the orgasm crashes over me, sending waves of pleasure throughout my entire being. Jungkook doesn’t stop. He pulls me through it, pushing me to the edge again, and this time, when I come, it’s even stronger. My body trembles in his arms, and he finally slows, easing his hand out of me. He presses his forehead against mine, both of us breathing heavily in the aftermath. His lips are swollen, his eyes dark and satisfied. “God, you’re amazing,” he breathes, kissing me once more, slow and deep. I can’t help but smile, my fingers trailing down his chest. “You’re not so bad yourself.” He chuckles, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “Get used to it.” And I do.

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After Hours — JK Oneshot (s.)

ᯓ★ Pairing: Jungkook x f. reader

ᯓ★ Genre: boyfriend!Jungkook / girlfriend!reader / lovers / fluff/ smut / romantic / making out / alcohol consume

ᯓ★ Words count: 1.2k

ᯓ★ Masterlist _

English is not my first language

It’s nearly 2 AM.

The soft hum of the city outside is the only sound in the otherwise quiet apartment. The lights in the living room are dim, casting an intimate glow over the space, and the only movement is the subtle shift of Jungkook’s broad frame as he moves to the kitchen to grab another drink. I’ve been lying on the couch for the past hour, trying to focus on the movie playing on the screen in front of me. But the heat in the room isn’t just from the summer air. It’s coming from the way Jungkook’s presence fills the space—his shirt slightly askew, his hair tousled, the way he moves with that effortless grace that makes it impossible for me to think about anything else.

I sigh, rubbing my hand over my forehead, trying to shake the tension. I can’t do this. I can’t sit here and pretend I’m unaffected when all I can think about is the way my body reacts to him. He turns back to me, a glass of whiskey in hand. “You good?” I glance up, but the way his eyes meet mine makes it impossible to look away. They’re dark, almost too intense in the dim light, and I feel my heart rate speed up. I sit up a little straighter on the couch, pretending I didn’t notice the way my breath hitched at the sight of him. “Yeah. Just… hot in here.” He smirks, the kind of smirk that tells me he knows exactly what’s going on in my head. “You want me to open a window?” I try to keep my voice steady, but it cracks slightly. “No, it’s fine.” Jungkook moves toward me, sitting down beside me on the couch, his knee brushing against mine. I swallow hard at the proximity, my skin tingling where our legs touch.

He glances at me, as if searching for something in my eyes, and when I don’t look away, his smirk deepens. “You’re not fine, are you?” The way he says it—the confidence, the way his lips curl—makes my breath catch. I shake my head, but the words don’t come. Before I can respond, his hand moves to my knee, his fingers lightly brushing over the fabric of my shorts. His touch is gentle, but there’s an undeniable tension behind it. I can feel the heat of his palm through the thin material, and it sends a jolt through me. I don’t pull away. I can’t. Instead, I lean in closer, my voice barely above a whisper. “What are you doing?” Jungkook chuckles softly, the sound rich and low, sending a shiver down my spine. “You’ve been looking at me like that all night. What do you think I’m doing?” His fingers slide higher, under the hem of my shorts, and I hold my breath, too nervous to move, too excited to stop him. The touch of his hand against the bare skin of my thigh is electrifying. He doesn’t waste time, his fingers slipping further, grazing the edge of my underwear. I gasp softly, but he only looks at me, his gaze dark and full of hunger. “Do you want this?” he asks, his voice low, almost a growl. I don’t have the strength to say anything. Instead, I nod, my body responding before my mind can even catch up. Without another word, Jungkook moves on top of me, his hands quickly removing the last barrier between us—my shorts. I help him, pulling at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. When his bare chest finally presses against mine, I let out a shaky breath, my hands wandering to his back, feeling the tension in his muscles. He pulls away just enough to look at me, a wicked glint in his eyes. “You’re sure about this?” he asks again, and I know he’s testing me. But I’m beyond the point of hesitation. “Yes,” I breathe, my fingers threading through his hair. “Yes, Jungkook, please.” His lips crash onto mine, urgent and hungry. He kisses me deeply, his hands roaming, pulling me closer. I feel the hardness of him press against my stomach, and it only makes me want him more. My hands find their way to the waistband of his pants, and he groans into the kiss when I tug them down. His skin is hot under my fingertips, and I can’t seem to get enough of the way he feels.

He pulls back just enough to breathe, looking down at me with a look that sends a fresh wave of heat flooding through me. “Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, his voice rough. “You’re killing me.” I can’t hold back a moan as his hand slips between my legs, his fingers grazing my underwear. He pauses just long enough to meet my gaze again, and the intensity in his eyes makes my heart race. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs, his fingers teasing the edge of my panties. “Jungkook…” My voice cracks, pleading. He grins, sliding the fabric aside to expose me. The second his fingers make contact, I gasp, the sensation too much, too fast. He moves slowly at first, testing, savoring the way my body responds to him. I squirm under him, unable to sit still, my hands gripping his shoulders. “You feel so fucking good,” he groans, dipping his head to kiss my neck. His fingers work in and out of me, setting a rhythm that has me seeing stars. I can’t help but gasp, my hips moving with his touch. The pleasure is overwhelming, building steadily inside me, and I can’t seem to focus on anything but the way he makes me feel. “Jungkook, I—” He silences me with a kiss, his lips swallowing my moans as his fingers move faster, deeper. I break apart beneath him, my body tensing as the orgasm crashes over me, sending waves of pleasure throughout my entire being. Jungkook doesn’t stop. He pulls me through it, pushing me to the edge again, and this time, when I come, it’s even stronger. My body trembles in his arms, and he finally slows, easing his hand out of me. He presses his forehead against mine, both of us breathing heavily in the aftermath. His lips are swollen, his eyes dark and satisfied. “God, you’re amazing,” he breathes, kissing me once more, slow and deep. I can’t help but smile, my fingers trailing down his chest. “You’re not so bad yourself.” He chuckles, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “Get used to it.” And I do.

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Drunk on you — JK Oneshot

ᯓ★ Pairing: Jungkook x f. reader

ᯓ★ Genre: boyfriend!Jungkook / girlfriend!reader / lovers / fluff/ little smut / romantic / making out /

ᯓ★ Summary: A late-night drive with Jungkook turns into a passionate and intimate moment by the beach.

ᯓ★ Words count: 1.1k

ᯓ★ Masterlist

English is not my first language

The night stretches before us like an open road, dark and infinite, illuminated only by the occasional glow of streetlights. The city is quieter now, most people having settled into their dreams, but we’re still wide awake, unwilling to let the night end. Jungkook’s hands rest casually on the steering wheel, fingers tapping lightly against it in rhythm with the song playing softly through the car’s speakers. His profile is sharp under the neon lights that pass by, jawline defined, lips slightly parted as he hums along. He looks effortlessly beautiful—hair slightly messy, sleeves rolled up, exposing the tattoos on his forearm.

I glance out the window, watching the world blur past. There’s something intoxicating about the stillness of the city at this hour, like we’re the only two people left in the world. “Where are we going?” I ask, my voice quiet. Jungkook smirks slightly. “Does it matter?” I exhale a small laugh, shaking my head. It doesn’t. Not really. As long as I’m with him, the destination is irrelevant. He turns down an empty road that I don’t recognize, and soon, the towering buildings give way to open space. The scent of salt lingers in the air, and my heart flutters when I realize where he’s taking us. “The beach?” I murmur, watching the waves appear in the distance. Jungkook only hums in response, parking near the sand. He kills the engine, and for a moment, we sit in silence, the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore filling the space between us. “Come on,” he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. I follow him outside, the cool air hitting my skin. The wind carries the scent of the ocean, sending a shiver through me as I wrap my arms around myself. Jungkook is already heading toward the shoreline, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, moving with that effortless confidence that makes my chest tighten. I trail after him, my bare feet sinking into the cold sand. When I reach him, he turns to face me, his eyes glinting under the moonlight. “Cold?” he asks. “A little.” Without hesitation, Jungkook reaches out, pulling me into his warmth. His arms wrap around me, strong and steady, and I let myself melt into him.

For a while, we just stand there, swaying slightly. The ocean stretches endlessly before us, dark and vast, mirroring the sky above. I close my eyes, breathing him in—his scent, his warmth, the way his heartbeat thrums steadily beneath my cheek. “You okay?” he murmurs, fingers tracing slow circles against my back. I nod. “Yeah. I like this.” He chuckles softly, resting his chin atop my head. “Me too.” The wind picks up again, making me shiver, and Jungkook pulls back just enough to look at me. “Let’s go back to the car,” he suggests. I don’t protest. He takes my hand, leading me back, and as soon as we’re inside, the warmth of the heater envelops us. He scrolls through his playlist, and a slow song starts playing through the speakers. I watch as he leans back against the seat, his fingers drumming lightly against his thigh. Then, without a word, he reaches over, fingers curling around my chin, tilting my face toward his. My breath catches. His thumb brushes over my cheek, and my skin burns under his touch. He’s so close now, his gaze dark, intense, lips slightly parted. Then, he kisses me. It starts slow, deliberate—his lips soft against mine, teasing, testing. But the second I sigh into his mouth, something shifts. The hesitation disappears, replaced by something deeper, something desperate. He groans softly, his hand slipping into my hair, tilting my head to deepen the kiss. His tongue brushes against mine, and I whimper, my fingers fisting in his hoodie. Without thinking, I move—climbing onto his lap, straddling his thighs. Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath, his grip tightening on my hips as I settle against him. “Fuck,” he mutters against my lips. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?” I smirk, rolling my hips slightly, feeling the way he tenses beneath me. “Maybe.” His response is immediate—his hands slipping under my hoodie, warm palms skimming up my sides. My breath hitches as his fingertips trace the bare skin just beneath my bra, teasing, never quite touching. “Jungkook,” I whisper, a plea. He hums in amusement, his lips moving down my jaw, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my neck. When he sucks lightly on my pulse point, I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. “You’re so sensitive,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice dark with amusement. “I love it.” I whimper when his hands move higher, fingers grazing the lace of my bra before finally slipping beneath it, cupping me fully. “You’re not wearing much under this, are you?” he muses, his thumb flicking over my nipple, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I don’t have time to respond before he leans in, capturing my lips again in a kiss so deep it steals my breath. My body reacts instinctively, pressing closer, rolling my hips against his. I can feel how hard he is beneath me, and the realization makes my stomach flip. “Fuck,” he groans, his grip on my waist tightening. “Keep doing that.” I obey, grinding down against him, the friction sending sparks through my veins. His hands grip my hips, guiding me, helping me find the perfect rhythm. The car is filled with the sound of our breaths, the occasional moan slipping past my lips as the heat between us builds. Jungkook’s head falls back against the seat, his eyes dark and hooded as he watches me move.

“Shit, you look so fucking good like this,” he breathes. I bite my lip, my hands sliding under his shirt, tracing the hard planes of his stomach. His muscles tense under my touch, and I smile, reveling in the way his body reacts to me. “Take this off,” I murmur, tugging at the fabric. He doesn’t hesitate, pulling his hoodie and shirt over his head in one swift motion. The sight of him—toned, flushed, breathing heavily—makes my mouth go dry. Before I can react, he grabs the hem of my hoodie, pulling it over my head, leaving me in just my bra. His eyes darken as they roam over me, lingering on the lace covering my chest. “Goddamn,” he mutters, his hands sliding up my sides again, rougher this time, more eager. I don’t think either of us has any patience left. The heat is unbearable, and I want more—need more. I lean in, kissing him hard, letting my hands wander lower, fingers grazing the waistband of his jeans. He groans into my mouth, his own hands moving to undo the button of my shorts. “Backseat?” he asks breathlessly against my lips. I nod, already moving. And as we stumble into the back, hands roaming, mouths desperate, I realize—I don’t need anything else. 

I just need him.

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Heatwave — JK oneshot

ᯓ★ Pairing: Jungkook x f. reader

ᯓ★ Genre: boyfriend!Jungkook / girlfriend!reader / lovers / fluff/ little smut / romantic / making out / alcohol comsume

ᯓ★ Summary: Jungkooks air conditioner is broken and they try to cool themselves down with ice

ᯓ★ Words count: 521

ᯓ★ Masterlist

English is not my first language

It’s too hot to sleep.

The air conditioning in Jungkook’s apartment is broken, and the summer heat is relentless, wrapping around us like a suffocating blanket. Sweat clings to my skin, dampening the thin tank top I’m wearing, making every movement feel slow, heavy.

I lie on the couch, legs stretched out, a cold beer bottle pressed against my neck in a desperate attempt to cool down. Across from me, Jungkook leans against the kitchen counter, shirtless, wearing only a pair of black sweatpants slung low on his hips. His dark hair sticks to his forehead, and there’s a slight sheen of sweat on his body, making his tattoos stand out even more. “You look like you’re dying,” he teases, taking a slow sip from his own bottle. I groan. “I am dying. „How do you live like this?“ He smirks, setting his drink down before walking toward me. “I don’t. I usually sleep naked.” I roll my eyes, but the thought sends a dangerous shiver down my spine. The heat must be getting to me because my brain immediately conjures images I shouldn’t be thinking about—Jungkook stretched out in bed, bare skin against the sheets, hair messy from sleep. I shift uncomfortably, pretending not to notice the way he watches me, as if he knows exactly what’s going through my mind. “You can always take your shirt off,” he says, nodding at my tank top. “Might help.” I shoot him a glare. “Nice try.” He chuckles but doesn’t push. Instead, he grabs an ice cube from his glass and presses it to his neck, sighing at the sensation. I watch as a single drop of water trails down his collarbone, following the defined lines of his chest before disappearing beneath the waistband of his sweats. My mouth feels dry. Jungkook must notice because his lips quirk up in amusement. “Want one?” I nod, sitting up slightly as he walks over. But instead of handing me the ice cube, he kneels beside the couch, bringing it to my collarbone. I flinch at the cold touch. “Jungkook—” “Relax,” he murmurs, dragging the ice lower, tracing the line of my neck. The contrast between the heat and the cold sends a shiver through me. I swallow hard as he moves lower, running the ice down my sternum, letting it melt against my skin. My tank top is practically useless, the damp fabric clinging to me. “This helping?” he asks, voice lower now, rougher. I should tell him to stop. I should push his hand away. But I don’t. Instead, I nod, biting my lip. Jungkook smirks. “Good.” His free hand ghosts over my thigh, fingers barely skimming the exposed skin. I know this is dangerous. I know we’re toeing a line we can’t come back from. But when he leans in, pressing his lips against the trail of melted ice on my skin, I don’t stop him.I let out a shaky breath, my fingers tangling in his hair. He kisses his way up, slow and deliberate, teasing. By the time he reaches my lips, I’m already dizzy with heat—both from the summer night and from him.

And when he finally kisses me, I melt.

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I‘m in such a flow these days….

expect more from the tomorrow, my drafts are full.

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Midnight Whispers – JK oneshot

ᯓ★ Pairing: Jungkook x f. reader

ᯓ★ Genre: boyfriend!Jungkook / girlfriend!reader / lovers / fluff/ little smut / romantic / making out / smoking

ᯓ★ Summary:Y/n has a nightmare and steps on the balcony to smoke when jungkook joins her

ᯓ★ Words count: 2011

ᯓ★ Masterlist

English is not my first language

I wake up with a start, my chest rising and falling in rapid succession, heart hammering against my ribs as if it’s trying to break free. The remnants of the nightmare still cling to my skin like a second layer, sweat beading on my forehead. My fingers clutch the sheets, knuckles turning white, and for a few seconds, I have to remind myself that I’m here. I’m safe. The darkness surrounding me isn’t the kind that swallows you whole—it’s just the night, wrapping itself around the room in soft shadows. Beside me, Jungkook stirs, his

breathing steady, unaffected by my sudden jolt into consciousness. His bare arm is draped lazily across his side, his face buried in the pillow. I exhale, pressing a hand to my forehead, trying to steady myself. But the images—faceless figures, a suffocating void, the weight of something unseen—linger, refusing to be shaken off so easily. I need air. Carefully, I slip out of bed, making sure not to disturb Jungkook as I move. My feet are light against the wooden floor as I make my way toward the balcony. The night air hits me as soon as I slide the glass door open, its crispness biting at my overheated skin. The city sprawls beneath me, its lights flickering like distant stars, indifferent to my restless mind. Leaning against the railing, I take a deep breath, trying to clear my head. But the unease still lingers, crawling under my skin like an itch I can’t scratch. I reach for the pack of cigarettes we keep outside, hands slightly trembling as I retrieve one and place it between my lips. The lighter clicks, the flame catching, and soon the familiar burn of nicotine fills my lungs. The sound of sheets rustling from inside makes me glance over my shoulder just as Jungkook steps onto the balcony. He squints at me, rubbing his eyes before letting out a small yawn. “You okay?” His voice is thick with sleep, and something about it makes my chest tighten. I hesitate for a moment before nodding. “Yeah… just needed some air.” He studies me, eyes flickering down to the cigarette between my fingers. Then, without another word, he steps forward and plucks it from my hand, taking a slow drag before exhaling the smoke into the cold air. His free hand finds my waist, fingers slipping beneath the hem of my shirt to rest against my skin, grounding „Nightmare?” he asks, his voice quieter this time. I nod again, not trusting myself to speak. He doesn’t push for details—he never does. Instead, he stands beside me, offering me silent comfort, his warmth bleeding into me despite the chill of the night. After a moment, he passes the cigarette back, and I take another drag, the tension in my muscles slowly unwinding. The city hums below us, cars moving like tiny ants in the distance. It’s strangely peaceful up here, away from the noise of reality, just the two of us caught in this quiet moment. Jungkook turns to look at me, his dark eyes holding something unreadable. The glow of the city reflects in them, making them seem endless. His fingers move absentmindedly against my waist, sending little sparks of warmth up my spine. I don’t know if it’s the lingering adrenaline from my nightmare, the nicotine buzzing in my veins, or just the way he’s looking at me—but suddenly, the space between us feels too much. Before I can think twice, I lean in, closing the distance, and our lips meet. It starts slow, hesitant, like the first drag of a cigarette—tentative but intoxicating. His lips are warm against mine, tasting of sleep and smoke, and when I feel his fingers tighten on my waist, a quiet sigh escapes me.

Then something shifts. The hesitation melts away, replaced by something deeper, something raw. Jungkook presses into me, his free hand moving to cup my jaw, tilting my face to deepen the kiss. His lips part slightly, and when his tongue brushes against mine, I feel the last bit of tension unravel inside me. The cigarette between my fingers is forgotten, discarded onto the ashtray nearby as my hands find his shoulders, then his neck, pulling him closer. His body presses against mine, and I can feel the heat radiating from him even through the thin fabric of our clothes. I don’t know how long we stay like this—wrapped up in each other, tasting, breathing, feeling—but when we finally pull away, my lungs are heaving for a different kind of air. Jungkook rests his forehead against mine, his breaths warm against my lips. A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he lets out a soft chuckle. “Well,” he murmurs, thumb brushing against my cheek. “That’s one way to get your mind off a nightmare.” I huff out a quiet laugh, my fingers still tangled in his hair. “It worked.” His smile lingers as he presses another kiss to my lips—this one softer, slower, like the last drag of a cigarette before it burns out.

And in that moment, with the city lights flickering below us and Jungkook’s warmth wrapped around me, the nightmare feels like nothing more than a distant memory.

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Midnight movies / Jungkook drabble

ᯓ★ Pairing: Jungkook x f. reader

ᯓ★ Genre: boyfriend!Jungkook / girlfriend!reader / lovers / fluff 7 romantic

ᯓ★ Summary:Y/n can’t sleep at night and accidentally wakes up Jungkook who then help her fall back asleep

ᯓ★ Words count: 707

ᯓ★ Masterlist

I can’t sleep.

No matter how many times I toss and turn, fluff my pillow, or adjust the blankets, my mind refuses to settle. The room is quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditionar, and his breath next to me. Every tiny sound feels amplified—the ticking of the clock, the occasional rustle of the sheets, even the faint whisper of my own breathing. I exhale slowly, staring at the ceiling. Maybe I should try counting sheep. Or thinking of something boring—like an endless meeting. I huff and shift onto my side again.Except— I bump into something warm and solid. There’s a sleepy groan beside me, followed by a rustling of sheets. A deep, sleepy voice mumbles, “Mmm… what’re you doing?” I freeze, guilt washing over me as I realize what I’ve done. Jungkook.

I didn’t mean to wake him. Even in the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, I can see his messy bedhead sticking up in every direction. His eyes are barely open, heavy with sleep, but they’re locked onto me. His voice is lower than usual, thick with exhaustion, and something about the warmth in his tone makes my heart flutter. “Sorry,” I whisper, keeping my voice soft. “Go back to sleep.” He hums, but instead of rolling over and dozing off again, he props himself up on his elbow, still watching me. „Can’t sleep?” he asks, voice raspy. I shake my head, feeling a little guilty for disturbing him. “No.” Jungkook yawns, rubbing a hand over his face before letting it fall to rest on my waist. It’s a simple, natural gesture, but it sends a quiet warmth spreading through my chest. “Hmm…” he mumbles, sounding thoughtful despite being half-asleep. Then, with a small grin, he says, “Movie night?” I blink. “Right now?” “Yeah,” he yawns again, his grip on my waist tightening slightly as he pulls me closer. “Midnight movie night. Just us.” I let out a soft laugh. “You don’t have to stay up with me, you know.” Jungkook tilts his head, his expression sleepy but serious. “Don’t want you to be awake alone.” Something about the way he says it—so effortlessly, like it’s the most natural thing in the world—makes my stomach flutter. He always does this. Looks out for me in the smallest, most unassuming ways. I bite my lip, pretending to think. “Okay,” I agree. “But only if we watch something comforting.” Jungkook grins, already reaching for the remote on the nightstand. “Obviously. No horror, no action. Just pure, cozy vibes.” He flips through the streaming options, his movements slow and sluggish. I take the chance to settle against him, tucking myself under his arm as he scrolls. The warmth of his body seeps into mine, making me relax for the first time all night. „That one,” I point at the screen when I see one of our favorite animated movies pop up. Jungkook doesn’t argue. He clicks play without hesitation, then sets the remote aside before wrapping the blankets around both of us. He shifts a little, adjusting until we’re perfectly nestled together—my head resting against his chest, his arm draped around my waist, his fingertips tracing circles on my back. “Better?” he murmurs. I nod, the tension in my body slowly melting away. “Yeah. Much better.” Jungkook hums in satisfaction, pressing a soft, drowsy kiss to the top of my head. “Told you. Midnight movies fix everything.” I smile against his chest, feeling his warmth, his heartbeat, the steady rise and fall of his breathing. The soft glow of the screen flickers across the room, casting gentle shadows, and for the first time tonight, my mind feels quiet. 

Safe.

Loved.

Jungkook’s hand finds mine under the blankets, his fingers lacing with mine in a sleepy gesture. He squeezes lightly, and I squeeze back. “Sleepy?” he asks after a while, voice barely above a whisper. I nod, feeling my eyelids grow heavier. “Mhm.” “Good,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my forehead before he settles in again.

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Does someone have good recs for jungkook fanfics ☹️

Best would be drabbles or imagines

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Unwritten chapters ↠ ❝ Chapter 2 ❞

ᯓ★ Pairing: Jungkook x reader

ᯓ★ Genre: college!jungkook / college!reader / strangers-to-friends-to-lovers / smut (but not in this chapter) / little slow burn

ᯓ★ Summary: reader and roommate Evelyn go to a club to find Evelyn crush when reader finds something unusual purse leader to someone else she wasn’t expecting

ᯓ★ Words count: 722

ᯓ★ Warnings: alcohol consumption

ᯓ★ Additionally: you can also find the story on Wattpad unwritten chapters by VelvetPages7

ᯓ★ Masterlist

Evelyn is going to freak out about josh buying her a drink. After she returns to the table I say „guess who just bought this for you". „WHO", I wait a few seconds and whisper „Josh" with a smile on my lips. She fixes her hair, fur coat and stands up „I'm going over, ". „do that, but don't start laughing like a crazy person when you get nervous" i comment with a grin. „ha ha, very funny. You know I can't control my laugh when I get nervous". She strides away with a confident walk and I observe how she starts a conversation with josh. In the meantime, I stand up and go to the dance floor. I haven't danced in a long time. I'm always so busy that i neglected myself and forbid myself any fun activities such as this, without even noticing it. I dance to the beat when Evelyn suddenly appears next to me and says „can we leave" „why, what happend" i say concerned and take her away from the dance floor to hear her better. „he didn't order the drink." „What who did then?", confused i wait for her answer „I don't know, but when i asked him, he said he doesn't know who i am and what i want from him" „What a jackass. Why would he say that." I shrug my arms and think about what she just told me. Who else could have bought her a drink? I don't think I saw someone that we knew? „Can we leave now please", she asks again so i take my coat and we leave the club.

We decide to not go home immediately but to go sit in a cafe and think about what happend. We get our of the club and stride along the pathway in complete silence. Evelyn seems so sad that every few moments she lets out a deep sigh so that i can see her cold breath in my view. „come on, cheer up he wasn't that pretty anyways", i bump into her but that doesn't seem to change anything. We enter the café „coffeebeach" which is kind of ironic because its winter, but we didn't want to spend additional money for a short ride to a café, so we decided to go to the nearest one we had right now. „how about you sit down, I will go and order us some coffee.", with drowsy shoulders, Evelyn goes to find us some place to sit. In the meantime, i order our two beverages and two cupcakes. When I grab my wallet out of my purse, a small purplish paper falls out. I pick it up and open it, because I certainly didn't put it there. I don't even own purple paper.

„you looked incredible tonight" and a phone number.

That's odd. Who would have put that in my purse? I get pulled out oof my thoughts by the worker telling me amount i still had to pay. I excuse myself, pay the drinks and take them to Evelyn. I decide not to tell her about the paper. She begins to tell me about the depressing conversation she had with josh, but all i can think about is the note, burning a hole into my purse. Who could that be? Was the drink actually for me and that's why josh acted that way around Evelyn? Maybe the one switched my purse with someone else's? Should i call that number?

„Helloooo, you aren't even listening", „yes, i do. I'm just a little concerned about my presentation, nothing much. I'm sorry". I feel bad about lying to her, but tomorrow i will tell her about it. Pinky promise. After ordering our uber drive and arriving back at the dorms, Evelyn decides to take a shower to wash away her sorrow. I sit down at my desk and take out the note. The handwriting is very neat and I notice a small little heart drawn next to the phone number which I didn't notice before. I decide to call that number to see who would answer, not expecting who would answer the phone. „Hello? ", „Hi, who is speaking?" i nervously ask, „Its josh..". I hang up before he can say anything more and stare at my wall with wide eyes. „Who did you call?" Evelyn steps out in just a towel. „no one".

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You guys my posts are that aesthetic because I haven’t figured out yet how to decorate them. But ill try in my next one.

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Masterlist 🎵.𖥔 ݁ ˖🎶๋࣭ ⭑👾

Unwritten Chapters - Jk x reader - ongoing

♠ Chapter 1

♠ Chapter 2

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Oneshots / Drabbles

♠ midnight movies Jungkook x Reader / fluff

♠ Midnight whispers jungkook x Reader / [smut] fluff

♠ Heatwave Jungkook x Reader / [slight smut]

♠ Drunk on you Jungkook x Reader / [slight smut]

♠ After Hours Jungkook x Reader / smut

♠ Chasing the moment Jungkook x Reader / [slight smut]

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Jungkook ff. - unwritten chapters l chapter 1

Jungkook x Reader; romance; smut; chapters; imagine; college romance

„Dont be sad, I'm sure you'll come up with something", Evelyn said while grappling my shoulders from behind and shaking me a little. „That's so easy for you to say. Your not the one with a deadline of 3 weeks". I said and let a desperate sigh out. „How about we go out and have some fun. I'm sure that's going to relieve some of your built up stress.". Evelyn loves to go out. I can't remember one weekend she stayed at the dorm, except from when she was sick and had the flu. „I can't. I have to at least finish this chapter". I said and turned my face back to my open laptop with an empty sheet that sits there, untouched for at least a week. „Girl think about it. Who knows, maybe when we go out and get some fresh air, you'll get new ideas and then your blockade suddenly vanishes", my roommate said while waving her hands excitingly infront of her face. „ugh.. ok I'll be ready in a few". How am I so easily to influence? „Where do you want to go, so I'll know what to put on", I say as I open my part of the closet. 3/4 of our shared closet is full of Evelyns clothes. I don't mind it. I mean, if I would own a fortune like her, I would maybe take up the whole space. „I was thinking maybe....Lotus?" Evelyn mumbles so that I can barely hear her. I turn around and stare at her. „You know what, I changed my mind. I'm staying her. Never in my life am I going to that nasty club again". With shrugged arms I head to my bed but before I can throw myself onto it, Evelyn takes my hands and begs me to go with her „Please I'm begging you, Josh is going to be there tonight. I was sitting today behind him in philosophy and heard him and his friends talk about it. I can't go there alone. I need my bestie with me". I think about my answer and say „You owe me one".

The last time I was at the lotus I caught my now ex-boyfriend cheating on me. He told me that he had a fever and decided to stay at home, which obviously wasn't true. After that, I was convinced that I was somehow the reason why he cheated. It was Evelyn who had then helped me get through the break up. Nonetheless, it also had its benefits. Because of him, I started writing and discovered my passion which I now try to pursue. „scoot over" Evelyn says and pulls me out of my thoughts. „How much will it be to drive us to the lotus" I ask the Uber driver and lean forwards. He mumbles a number around 20 dollars, which I accept. The ride isn't that long but I already have the urge to return to the dorms. „It's been so long since we went out" Evelyn exclaims excitingly. I turn to look at her, „yeah, I missed us together going somewhere. Let's go next time to a restaurant or something" I scuff. She knows how much I love her and I know hoe much she loves me. We don't have to tell that each other everyday. We had overcome so much together. Her parents divorce, financial problems and stuff concerning boys. I mean we know each other since middle school. We are lucky to go to the same collage together. I moved away from home to be close to her, but its worth it. „we are here", the uber driver slides his cupped hand towards us, waiting for his money. We give it to him and get out. „ok, mission josh begins now. Look out for him and scream if you see him" Evelyn already looks around even though we aren't even inside the club yet. „If you continue to stare at everyone that way, they'll think you're crazy", i say and giggle. „Well, im sorry its dark and I don't have my glasses on.". We wait a little in the line and get inside. I forgot what a vibe the club is. No wonder its the most popular club in town. It has its own garderobe, two big dance floors, one in the center next to the DJ and one at the top that you can reach by two big spiral staircases guarded by bodyguards. The walls are purple and black but you can barely see it because of all the flashing lights. At the walls are sofas and tables where you can sit and drink. The bar is right infront of the dance floor, where I'm already headed. „two Bacardi shots please", Evelyn leans towards the bartenders ear because you can barely hear yourself in this club. „Bacardi...i told you I don't want to come home drunk tonight. You know how puffy my face gets after alcohol and i have a presentation tomorrow.", „i know. They are both for me. I need the confidence to approach josh if ill find him.", Evelyn says nervously. She might seem confident on the outside, but she also has her own demons to fight.

We find a place to sit down, wait for our drinks and take of our jackets. Evelyn wears her fur coat while I put on a light green rain jacket that highlights my waist because of the thick belt. „wait here, ill head to the bathroom real quick. Although it might take a while with these long lines". She faulty says while already walking away. I take out my phone and see two missed calls from my mom. I haven't talked to her in a month and so. Not after our big fight because she thinks that i left her alone to move in with my best friends into the dorms. Well, she can wait, ill call her tomorrow. I see the waiter approach me with three drinks on his tablet „Here are the two shots of Bacardi and the pina colada", he puts the drinks on the table. Confused i answer „I'm sorry, this must be a mistake. We only ordered the two shots". „Oh, but the gentlemen over there said that. He also already paid for the drinks". He points his finger to josh standing with his friends.