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THANK U ML 🩷😔😋

────꒷꒦ 𝔩𝔲𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱 [ s & c ]

︶♱︶︶♱︶ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺︶♱︶︶♱︶︶

part of ɳσƈƚιʋαɠαɳƚ

↳ ❝ [ vampire!Jungkook universe] ❞

✎ summary: he´s observant, watches his prey like an experienced predator, but in 125 years of age, Jungkook had never craved someone as much as you. he had to have you.

note from cherry: warning!! Stalking., obsessive jungkook, crazy PATHETICALLY DOWN BAD jungkook. part one of our sexy obssessed stalker vampire. We love him here. Mini slow burn? Idk.

︶♱︶︶♱︶ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺︶♱︶︶♱︶︶

In the habitual sunday walk through the lush emerald park, the birds accompany your rhythmic heartbeat with their singing. Sunday matchas always taste better once the sun reverts to glow dimly at the horizon, dissappearing goodbye in a tortuously slow departure.

You were never fond of the sunsets as you were sunrises, steadily feeling a clench in your heart at something as radiant as the sun taking it's might to part from the world, vowing to greet you in the early hours of life's next morning. But in the unleashing dark, sometimes the return of the sun felt uncertain.

Almost ashamed to admit it- on rare, eerie occasion, you still feared the ominous that roams empty streets at dead hours way past midnight. Unlike a fairytale or a badly written horror novel- these creatures found themselves in every nook and cranny. Every slither of space, you were brought up to fear them. Never walk alone after sunset. Never look behind the treeline if you felt the presence of their piercingly colorful eyes stalking you every little step.

The world has become much less judgmental nowadays.

"Matcha latte to go?"

The fair skinned man calls out from behind the counter. His purple eyes dull of boredom in typical barista fashion, the smile he shoots you no less polite, although small, pointy fangs flash from it's corners.

"Thank you -" your eyes flicker to his nametag, "Nathaniel. Here's your tip, have a nice day" you reply, automated in that slightly raised frequency you twinge when talking to a stranger.

Your steps take you back through the way you walked initially, crunching on the freshly breeze grass beneath your soles, tracing the familiar route back to your apartment.

It had become utterly familiar to him too. The route was the same- sunday after sunday. On occasion during the week- mostly during exam season, when your body called for an added fuel.

He may have gotten used to the steps he took, synchronizing them alongside your own. However, he'd never get used to your pink lips cupping the straw in their little hold. How you sip the drink with the innocents of a little dove, unaware of the shudders that go through his body, stirr in his abdominal region.

It had captured him wholly. Unexpectedly but calculated nonetheless.

It must have been planned. Seeing your precious little blush, the shirt that snuck up your torso as you put back a book into the raking shelve of the bookstore he works at. It must have been no less than fate, the blood red string of fate that is tugging his nervoussystem in your direction. Letting something awaken inside of him- something of his roots. Akin to his nature- to taunt him of his designation, the realization that he was not merely a simple man.

And his madness grew with each breath of air that filled your lungs. Even when he wasn't around to watch you take them, as long as you inhale the same oxgyen- he craved to breathe you in as though you were his source of essentials.

Chance encounters don't exist- not in 125 years has it happend to him, not a singular interaction devoid of purpose or contrary, filled to the brink with the naked, uncanny urge to engulf this very thing into his chest. That's how he knew you were his calling.

"Hey, sorry, you dropped this"

He taps on your shoulder, unguarded, you spin around, glancing at his face, down his large, faintly colorless hand that held something dear to you.

In the midst of beautifully ordinary walk, you hadn't noticed the drop of your keys.

"Oh god- thank you. That could have ended badly" you offer a small giggle, airy, light. He tries to not let his eyes roll back at the melody, handing you your keys with an aching heart. Soon enough- he told himself- soon enough he will get to enter your space.

"Yeah. Cute guy you got on there. Has he got a name?"

The little, blue bow adorned monchichi keychain catches your eye for a second before they naturally wander up to his deep red eyes. They glint slightly, taking notice of his pointed fangs that he charmingly flashes through a grin.

"Mocha" your answer is polite, small. He knew better than to pry too deep, settles to hum,

"Mocha" he recites, tilts his head the slightest bit, "I think ive seen you at my bookshop before. But i never got to know your name, pretty?"

The instant he asked, he wanted to answer this question for you in place of his theatrically put on questioning expression. Replace it with genuine lust in his voice as he lets the syllables of your name roll over his tongue, just like he's been chanting them in the dark- when no one's watching - when there's no eyes to graze the beautiful sinner he's become once his stiff cock stands proudly in his hand.

You tell him your name regardless. How could you have known that the shadow who seems to follow you around, internalized it like a favourite poem all along.

You were oblivious to his ways, clueless even. He failed to hold back a miniscule slip of tongue, wetting the metal ring in the corner of his pale rose lips.

"Thats a beautiful name. I'm Jungkook"

You bless him with your little giggle for another time, remarking in your head about how easy it was to talk to the handsome creature. The one who's face had been burned into your imagination for quite some time now, tucked away into some box, beneath the litters of faces you've seen at the morisaki bookshop.

"Suits you"

"Is that good?" he asks, showing of his signature grin to which you nod,

"Its elegant"

"Vampires tend to be" he says, vaguely gesturing to your cup, "You like matcha? I could treat you to one, if you like?"

Satisfaction courses through his bloodstream at the airbrushed pink that dusts your cheeks, taking note of the way your pointy gel nails fiddle slightly with your jeanpocket,

Alongside the pleasure, relief floods him in it's soothing tide- he had finally uttered the sentence he meticulously practiced to say over and over again- watch his micro expressions in his reflection to tweak each subtle give away, enhance every unique feature he held within those constructed words.

"I'd like that" you reply, choosing a demure answer that attempts to hide your attraction to Jungkook, your girlish excitement at meeting him again.

"Same time next week?"

Succumbing to his natural charm was inevitable. Nothing could have prepared you for the lull in his voice, how every word he pronounced sounded like those of an ancient spell. The strike in his unusually colored eyes differed so drastically from the fairness of his flawless skin. It was drowning you in its hues.

Jungkook walked home with a use of his speed inflicted upon the pace of a human step. The sight of your lips trembling slightly as you gave him your number, the one he had memorized weeks ago, still playing in his mind's eye like a movie. It would become his favourite memory until he created more explicited ones- though he grew acustom to cumming at the simple sound of your name in his head- spoken by his own voice, now blissfully interchanged with the way you offered it to him earlier.

Patience is a virtue he had mastered inescapably, it grew into his life through vicious blessings, beautiful curses. 24 hours that multiply and blend into unexciting memories.

All strings had gotten loose upon your arrival. How would he be able to await another seven days without seeing you, without hearing you pronounce mundane words or viewing your camera app being opened over a little flower on the pavement.

He couldn't wait, no matter how much patience he had.

His shadow casts itself behind the many cars parking up your street, he zones in on your surroundings- the little shoulder look you give in the dark, as if to spot anything that could endanger you. It made his heart wrench,

"I'd never let you get hurt" he whispers to himself, watching the cold air manifest into transparent smoke as he speaks.

You rattle your keys, unlock the shabby apartment door with stiff fingers, suffering the low temperatures. From your peripheral, it almost looked like a blow- a gust of wind running by your side.

But when you turn around with hitched breath, its empty.

Jungkook exhaled once your figure disappeared into the building. Carelessy, he swung by, wanting to get just an inch closer, an inch away from having his highly receptive senses flooded with your gentle scent. For his yearning heart to get a fraction of gratification.

The closer he is, the more he needs to have. It clouds him like the smoke of a stormy night, rips him into the unknown, the unexplored and hidden desires of digging his teeth into the graceful skin of your neck.

Sunday finally comes around, the end of the week igniting him with a new flame. He'd been painfully dragging himself around in those remaining hours, holding himself back from standing in front of your bedroom window to watch you pick out your outifit, pace around nervously like you did before meeting with your friends on Wednesday nights. A tradition of getting cocktails at least twice a month, you appeared lovely, casual even. But jungkook saw it all behind the curtain of effortlessness, the pile of discarded outfits, your hairbrush thrown on your bed in frustration. The sweet, winged eyeliner that took three songs and four retries to draw on. He'd seen it all, every inch of your skin as you try on dress after skirt, shirt after blouse, no matter how much he restrained himself to avert his gaze.

Now, he's seeing you approach from afar, walking tentatively in the beautifully dim sunlight.

He skips a few steps to be in your vicinity quicker- you blink confused, before breaking out into a small laughter.

"Right, you can do that"

He returns your smile, his heart races at the sight of you so close to him, so attainable.

"Its pretty efficient"

You hum, tracking your gaze from the top of his pierces eyebrow, down his plump lips, taking your line of sight down the contours of his sharp jaw before your focus shifts on the unbuttoned top part of his silky black shirt. His prominent collarbones peak out just enough to make you elicit a barely audible sigh,

In his mind, he's been drifting to your bedroom, to his hands that let the pretty grey fabric graciously fall down the dips of your figure.

"You look really pretty, grey suits you"

Jungkook's smoothe voice guides you through the rest of the joint night.

Along his gentle nature, there is some sort of belonging. A shiver of closeness that runs down your back, even when it's just his knuckles that gingerly bump yours while you walk around the blooming trail. You catch him from time to time, in the midst of your conversation, how he lets himself wander off in thought a bit, yet, he's attentive, responsive, dancing the line of being completely entranced by the string of words leaving your lips.

"Youre easy to talk to" you tell him truthfully while throwing away the empty cup. He chuckles a little,

"Yeah? Well, you make me feel comfortable, i think thats why"

"I do? I feel like i'm so awkward" you chuckle- honestly, maybe you were a bit awkward. Trying your hardest not to let him pay and telling bad jokes about his vampire qualities that he'd probably been told multiple times before. Nothing shy from enticing in his eyes.

"I think youre adorable"

"You're way too honest. Is that a vampire thing?"

His hand brushes a little strand away from your face, stalled in front of the acquainted doorstep of your apartment. The soft hair glides through his slender fingers like liquid gold. From the back of his throat, a small groan of approval sounds,

"No, but I'm bad at lying anyways"

Your lips curve into a grin, mirroring his expression. The thumping in your chest rings so loudly, you're almost sure he's able to pick up the frequency with his immaculate hearing. Its a pounding you haven't yet felt before. It may be the deep night around you- adding to his sexy mystique, the way his eyelids seemed to drop the least bit, following the lure of the moon.

"When can I see you again?" He asks with a quiet, breathy tone. Goosebumps threathen to plaque his dull skin as you bite into the corner of your lip,

"Whenever you want. Just.. text me"

He nods, "Okay pretty"

With that, you smile and disappear into the walls of your home.

Jungkook exhales a long, deep breath. His eyes fall closed, body slumping against a nearby tree. Utter delight crashes his head, grounds him into the world that he is slowly, meticulously creating for you to be part of. For you to be the sun of.

Similarly, you collapse right against the closed door. Smiling stupidly like a giddy teenage girl, running your hand through your hair, you break into a fit of giggles. Immediately pulling your phone out to text your best friend about what had just happend in the last long, dreamy hours.

But before you get the chance to click on her chat log, a message lights up your screen,

Jungkook >.< : cant wait to see you again

He bites back a smile, the reflection of you getting excited over his text dances in his pupils as he stands off to the side of your slightly parted curtains,

"good night sweetheart" he mumbles, gradually turning back to resort back into his own home.

Messages like these had crept their way into your normal days.

Good morning texts, little things that reminded you of each other- mentions of movies to watch together or selfies with meaningless captions like "hard work day :( " decorated your chat in extensive loads. Despite not much time having past since the first date, time has acquired another meaning in its entirety. So much so that you find yourself aimlessly wandering inside a grocery store after suggesting Jungkook should come over for dinner.

He slipped into your life with ease, fitting into a space that seemed to be cut out just for him, and how much you adored him was almost embarrassing to admit.

You had never invited him to your home before, but he didn't mention it. Instead, he typed back that he'd be there at 7 pm, until he remembered that he isnt supposed to know your exact address- quickly adding the question onto his last message.

His breath quickens the instant he's greeted with you facing him, the tulips in his hand feel heavy all of a sudden, wanting nothing more but to drop them and engulf you into his selfish hands instead.

"Come in kook", while wrapping your arms around his taller frame, you can sense the way he tenses, his busy hand clenches the boquet with restrained power, the other one makes it to your back, carefully pulling you into his chest. He inhales your scent in pure ecstasy, button nose nudging the top of your freshly shampooed head.

Once inside- he's looking around the confined space with curious eyes. As many times as he had seen glimpses, being on the other side of your windows felt like a perverted secret. After hours of studying your schedule, analyzing common places, people, interests that are woven into your life, he would finally solidify himself as the most important.

Lucky was an understatement. Jungkook felt blessed- divinely touched to be able to move around the four walls of his angel- his very own godsend gift. His, only his.

The sigh he lets out almost serves as a way to release his overflowing happiness into the atmosphere, let go of his orchestrated hours that took him to his destination- you.

"Pretty place" he compliments, watching you pick out a vase for your favourite type of flowers, "hm, thank you. I love tulips, crazy how you picked them" you say, sparkling innocently as your fingers adjust the petals,

"Good guess right?"

The air thickens with his approaching steps, his aura carries itself over you, there's an undeniable chemistry brewing between you. Presents itself in the quickening of your heartbeat, the tension in his beautifully otherwordly features.

"No garlic i hope?" he jokes, pointing to the ingredients spread on the counter. The thin fabric of your tanktop collides with his cotton tshirt, his muscular arm holding onto the cupboard in front of you. The yearning inside of you leads you to turn around, facing him and essentially, trapping yourself between the kitchen island and his steady body.

Perfect, he thinks.

"Very funny" you giggle, looking up into the deep red you would never get used to. Its mesmerizing to see the color intensify from time to time.

Jungkook reaches his hand out to take your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up into his direction. His face is relaxed but the slight quiver of his lips, as if holding back from letting his canine teeth dart out, doesn't get past your observing eyes.

It doesn't get past him either, how you seemed to nibble on your lip a little, taking deeper inhales with the duration of his gentle touch.

"You're so pretty" he mumbles, growing an inch closer to your face with patience. The proximity makes his blood heat up, he barely has the chance to touch you before every single thought of raw and uncontrollable desire overtakes him,

Your gaze flickers down to his parted lips, the lip ring shines with a slight coat of saliva and you wish for nothing more than a deep collision, just as jungkook craves the taste of you all over his tongue.

As much as he has his instincts under control, he cannot deprive himself any longer.

Rationality vanishes from his thoughts- as his lips press gently against yours, he begins moaning in pure satisfaction. A slight taste of you was all he ever dreamed of having- but he should have known better than that. There was no way of not needing more- he had to have you, taste you, kiss and claim everything you had to give him.

The deep moan makes you whimper into the now passionate kiss- hands having found their way into his tousled hair, tugging at the roots with care. His lips clash to yours over and over, nipping at your bottom lip, licking over it to ask for premission.

You grant it to him immediately, the need to get as close as possible is indescribable, it is more than desire, more than a feeling or a simple word, you pull him in deeper and he whines at your desperation, seeing himself mirrored in you.

"Taste so fucking good. I need you, i need you so goddamn much" he groans against your lips- tongue pushing and tangling with your own, his hands wander up and down your sides as if to soothe himself, holding on to his control for all he's worth.

He steadies himself by breaking the kiss for a breath of air with his forehead meeting yours in a moment of isolation. It was hasty, messy and nonetheless perfect. He craved more, longed for another taste.

You're the first to break the silence, barely letting the words run past your lips in the midst of hightend breathing,

"I like you so much"

He doesn't recall when he last felt this intense amount of pleasure, he doesn't waste another breath on words, kissing you with newfound but always present lust, exploring the softness of your skin hidden beneath the tanktop- his shaky fingers itch at the brief shiver that passes through you- wanting to make you shiver again and again,

"You have no idea how crazy i am about you" he mutters while shifting his attention to kiss along your jaw, his mouth remains open and wet against your skin- running his tongue down your neck so, so gently.

The validity behind those words are something he cannot bear open to you in this moment- but he swore to himself he would eventually.

It takes all his willpower not to sink his pointy teeth into the delicate skin, feeling the pulse running wild like it was begging him to bite.

"Wanna make you feel so good"

Moans of his name fall from your lips, he recriporates each one with needy whimpers of his own, working to touch and worship whatever he has beneath his hands at the moment- already tugging at the bottom of your shirt, before you register it, its lying on the tile floor,

"Hold tight sweetheart"

The nickname adds to the heat pooling in your underwear- supported by simply one of his hands, a reminder of his inhumane strength. You´re lifted to the kitchen island, sitting with your thighs open for him to stand between. The thick bulge that's been present from the moment his lips met yours presses against you every so slightly- providing both of you with tiny amounts of pressure.

His lips run down invisible paths to your bra covered chest, submitting to his urges like a man devoid of free will- of any power.

"Wanna bite you s'bad" he rasps, unfastening your bra and attaching his plump lips to your stiffend bud, rolling the oppsite one in his skilled fingertips,

Institutiavely, your thighs clench around his hips, seeking more friction at the thought of his pretty fangs snaking into your skin. Jungkook completely surrounded you with his scent, his words, his presence.

Serving justice to all the mysteries and tales about his kind- his passion, his groans, his possessive hands are far to good to be the ones of a weak human man- his teeth ghost over you and in that instant, he becomes everything.

"You can- just not - mhmm- too hard"

Interrupted by your own noises of satisfaction, the words come out without any fear. Replaced by the sheer pleasure he lays upon your body, the look of desire in his features as he keeps grabbing, kissing, moaning for you.

He looks at you through his lashes, mouth leaving your chest wet and glistening, his lips are swollen as they breathe out his next words,

"You're a dream, my beautiful angel"

His lips return to your neck, suctioning harsher than previously, grazing the sharpness with every sloppy suck of your skin- and when he finally, ever so slightly indulges in sinking his teeth in- you make the most wonderful noise to him.

The moans of your name fall from his lips naturally, like a continuous prayer to your body, letting his fingers toy with your breasts- allowing his teeth to leave little lovebites in pretty shades of red spread across your neck.

"Youre so pretty, the prettiest angel" he whispers lovingly, gliding his fingers down your arm while admiring his work of art.

His skin burned- burned with the helpless devotion he cannot restrict.

"You´re mine, you´re mine angel all mine, do you understand?"

Posession creeps into the kisses to your stomach- he is touching you, his hands are the ones wandering your body, his lips are the ones marking up near every inch that falls victim to him, but it hardly registers in his head because you scratch along his muscular back- nodding without a doubt in mind,

"Feels so good- oh fuck jungkook please"

You whine- you whine for him and it gets him to nuzzles his nose into your slick lace panties, inhaling deeply to submerge himself in your femininity,

"Anything you want, im gonna fucking worship you baby. Gonna make you come until you beg me to stop"

Jungkook hooks his large hands on the underside of your thighs, kneeling in front of you as though he was actually praying to you- letting your legs dangle over his broad shoulders.

The sight of your wet folds, red and swollen clit all due to him- all in front of his very own diluted eyes made him salivate, he marked your entire thighs with deep red and purple bruises that you met with loud moans, trembling throughout your body- wandering until it´s coming out in your whiney tone of voice that kept asking for him- asking as if he wouldn't burn down the world for you.

"My pretty little pussy, look at that, look at how wet you are for me"

It was so overstimulating to him, hightend all his feelings, blurred his extensive vision at the first drop of your slick on his greedy, relentless tongue.

"Fucking angelic- taste so good" he whines into your pussy- laps and laps at the stickyness with vigour and precision when licking a long strip up to circle your clit.

In between closing your eyes, your droopy sight caught vision of jungkook sitting there, hugged by your thighs, his eyes framed with disshevld strands, glazed and cloudy- mouth wet with messy pleasure smeared along his skin.

"Mhh- kook- you look so hot like this"

The praise thrills him- diving into your need with the large overcast of his own, his cock twitching and aching so badly beneath the blue jeans but somehow- being on his knees for you, listening to your beautiful voice call out for him- it was better than any contact he ever dreamed to experience before.

His eyes roll back into his head upon the arrival of your first orgasm- overcoming you with a loud cry, your thighs clamp around his head, trap him there like you dreaded the separation as much as he did.

"Kook- fuck- ohhh fuck"

You shook, plead for more and his tongue obeyed, thrusting the wet muscle into you fast, his thumb rubbing tight circles on the throbbing pearl of your crying cunt,

"Good girl, good, good girl, come for me- let this pussy know who's it is"

He heard the second high before he saw it- the broken sob, the sniffling that send shocks into his constricted cock, made it beg for attention. It worsened as he glanced up,

"god baby- so fucking cute" he groans so loudly, smashing his lips to your cunt - sucking harshly on your oversensitive clit that endured so much of his suckling and gnawing.

Your moans continue to flow, changing into meek cries of his name, the pearly tears roll down your reddend cheeks ending on your quivering lips that are now covered in the salty liquid.

And at the thought of tasting them, oh so pathetically, Jungkook's cock pulses angrily - leaks with cum all over himself, coating his length in warm, milky pleasure, meeting the sensation of your tangy sweetness blessing his mouth.

"ahh.. mhh.." you stumble out, slowly dropping the slight grinding on his numb and swollen lips, just as jungkook pants and whimpers, having finished untouched- because pleasing you was his priority, his greatest achievement- and he hasn´t even gotten to feeding you every inch of his cock, hasn´t even seen it disappear into your tight, pulsing pussy,

"oh angel, you´re so beautiful, so good, did so so good baby" his lips run his trails back and forth on your thighs, calming their shaking with the addition of his big hands stroking your hips,

You tug at his shoulder and he recieves the silent question, bringing his body up to stand upward, dazed and bathing in your afterglow

It doesn´t take long for your eyes to find the wet patch,

"See that? All because of you. All yours" he says, pulling you into him by the small of your back, like a puzzlepiece, your hands wrap around his shoulders- both of you relish in the company of one another,

How right it truly felt to be held by his magical hands,

To meet his lips in another soft kiss, tasting the remains of yourself on him.

It was right,

He had done absolutely everything in and beyond his power to secure that, now that he had it in his grasp, black and white,

He would always make sure it stays that way, even if it meant digging his teeth into your neck until you bled.

#redcherrykook

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redcherrykook · 10 days ago

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Guys the urge to write is so strong im gonna combust

#redcherrykook

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redcherrykook · 10 days ago

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once in a blue moon i’ll take a break from sims or studying because i remember i have this account and fics that i need to write

#me but animal crossing and work

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redcherrykook · 11 days ago

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mama a mini series behind you

#redcherrykook #mustve been the wind #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader

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redcherrykook · 11 days ago

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hi, i love u

hi, i love u more. (seeing all the asks ive kept private bc ure so cute and i wanna gatekeep)

#redcherrykook #my baby

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redcherrykook · 11 days ago

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hey how are you bbg

this is so old how did i not see this!! hii!!

#redcherrykook #🩶🩶

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redcherrykook · 11 days ago

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kinktober brings back memories :(

IKR??

#redcherrykook #vivi #🩶

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redcherrykook · 11 days ago

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She's alive???? WHAT??? 😭😭😭

SURPIRSE SURPIRSE

#redcherrykook #oops

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redcherrykook · 11 days ago

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*bites your pfp* <3

HI KIKI!! bite me pls.

#nom #my kiki

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redcherrykook · 11 days ago

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Jungkook has been looking SO scrumptious lately so BOYFRIEND. ugh. Makes me wanna write

#redcherrykook #jeon jungkook

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redcherrykook · 13 days ago

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IM SO LATE BUT THANK YOU FOR THE MENTION 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

jungkook fic recs - pt. 3

main masterlist

· · ♡ · · tysm to the amazing creative minds of the writers for giving me sevaral moments of joy reading your creations

pls reblog if you like any of my recs and don´t forget to support authors!❤️

come sit on my lap - ( @euphoricfilter ) pwp, lots of praisingg, they way this is written is good yall, "use me" , “so polite” shUT UPPPP im literally blushing, AND he is also cute at the end?? i hate it heREEE :´)

he has a lot of cum - ( @euphoricfilter ) bf!jk, the title I- , he DOES have a lot of cum, lots of stamina, lots of everYTHING, and on toP of those small details, wdym he wants to see how many times he can cum in you before it´s too full and it starts to spill????? somebody stop this man

riding jungkook´s nose - ( @euphoricfilter ) we´ve ALLL thought about this, and if you haven´t you´re lying, periodt. pRAISINGGG, he´s in a pussy-drunk frenezy, he likes feeling used, he likes getting his hair pulled, he likes getting his face wET, it´s sickenINGGGG goreaditplease

fucking in the gym - ( @euphoricfilter ) this was inspired by that one pic of him and jimin with their back out, I SEE THE VISION, fucking with ceiling mirrors

wicked - ( @noteguk ) smut, incubus!jk, big big corruption kink, lots of dirty ploting and dirty talk, yupppp this is a good one, so detailed, love me a fic that lit makes me see what i´m reading

strings attached (to my heart) - ( @jungkoode ) smut, crack, fluff, IT HAS IT ALLL, spider man au, college au, spider-man!jk x journalist!reader. READ THE TAGS BC ITS GOOD AF, bc wdym you combined sub-loser-desperate jk who also has a noona kink wITH a superhero au??? it´s like you wrote it for me,, (also, this deserves many many more notes imo)

think i need someone older - ( @redcherrykook ) smut, whipped rich older bf!jk (PERIOD!!) x younger!reader. JESUS FUCKING CHRISTTTTTTT!!! no more words needed, this one´s pulled right out of my maladaptive daydreaming folder

fade into you - ( @nmjoo-n ) SMUT, fluff, fwb to lovers au. barista!jk, possessive obsessive toxic lovesick!jk (LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO). this is a whole 2022 masterpiece, they way this is written, and the way jungkook is borderline PSYCOTICH (or in love ig) for her is so hotttttttt. deff one of my favs

this is how you fal in love - ( @jeonqkooks ) fluff, smut, angst if you squint. rockstar!jk au, est relationship. this is beautiful, a 2022 gem. love love love how lengthy and detailed this is

frost impressions - ( @fortunexkookie ) soccer coach!jk, teacher!reader, gamer au, work au, idiots to lovers, one sided pining at first, it´s a longggg one. another 2020 masterpiece, one of my favorite fics out there, he´s so disgustingly smitten with his new coworker that he ends up making a terrible first impression. so so so entertaining and fun to read, jk is silly af lmao, can´t stop putting his foot in his mouth, theres a bunch of cute second hand embarrasment situations

Over The Odds | The Confession - ( @jungk0oksthighs ) ceo jk, sugardaddy jk, jealous bf jk, sugar baby reader, he gets mad and yells bc he is lowkey insecure of her ex but reader is equaly in love. this is a series

wrong time - ( @spideyjimin ) smut, angst, dilf!jk, ceo!jk, exes to lovers, workaholic as a scape mechanism, the one that got away type of stuff but she broke things up first for valid reasons, big big heartache but she´s still the love of his life

don´t blame me - ( @ctrlsht ) sugar daddy!jk, ceo!jk, soft yan!jk, obsessive!jk, student!reader, unhealthy behavior on his part, manipulative behavior on her part, jealousy on both parts, he goes a lil too far but reader is bitchy and annoying, he lit gives her everythinggg she asks for, the man is..creazy about her in a very unhealthy way and she takes advantage of that, toxicc

failed quickie - ( @vminizzle ) cowerker jk, suggestive, they´re about to fucc on an elevator but shit happens, he likes his hair pulled!!1!

someone older - ( @bonny-kookoo ) smut, ceo jk, divorced jk, 30 something yo jk, taehyung has a kid, younger oc, its a nice read, would do it again

#jungkook fic recs

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redcherrykook · 13 days ago

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EDITED AND NOW I LIKE IT

────꒷꒦ 𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔢 [ f & c & s]

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part of ɳσƈƚιʋαɠαɳƚ

↳ ❝ [ vampire!Jungkook universe] ❞

✎ summary: smooth, soft, luxurious. that´s what it´s like to date Jungkook- and he makes sure to show you that.

note from cherry: sexy steamy bathtub love but also hes so cute!! SOFTDOM JUNGKOOK!! hes obsessed asf. duh. Bodyworship. Like actually he gets on his knees

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Friday night's have loads of connotations.

Some people find themselves reaching for a drink with peers, others go out to chase the neon light and dance away this weeks sorrows. Former you would have done either, or, spend it indulging in your newest hyperfixation series. Binging episode after episode, spooning a tub of icecream.

Nothing wrong with that.

Since the addition of your boyfriend however, Friday's have become date nights. Jungkook insisted passionately, that a woman like you should be taken out at least once a week, or if you weren't feeling like going out, he'd cook for you, maybe bring you a nice bottle of wine and spend all hours past sundown worshipping your every curve, making you sing sonnets of his name in the highest notes you could reach.

"Are you ready my lov- holy fuck" he breathes the curse out like no one shall hear it, stiffling in his movements of cuffing the black button down he just threw on. Red eyes beam with lust and adoration immediately as you look for them.

"Good?"

"Good? You're so goddman gorgeous. Shit angel how.. how am i gonna keep my hands off you hm?" He chuckles darkly, already surrounding your hips with his large hands, pulling you flush against his hard chest.

"We have a reservation baby" you remind him, glancing at the watch on his wrist.

"We do..", he repeats, "We do. But once we're back home i'm not holding back- mhmm fuck baby look at you" his voice almost sounds like a whine, teeth nibbling on his plump bottom lip as he spins you around, making you face the full length mirror on your dressers front. His hands slide up and down your sides, wrapping around your waist briefly before squeezing the flesh of your rear. His chin swiftly drops to rest on your shoulder, getting a whiff of the sweet perfume you sprayed yourself with.

"So pretty" he mumbles, meeting your eyes through the mirror. His lips are on your neck before you get the chance to blink back at him. Featherlight and yet passionate with every contact, he continues to kiss you.

"Baby.." your words trail off into pleasure, following the picture in the mirror, the curve of his body melting into your own form. Beauty lies in how right it all looks.

"Hm..?" he hums back, the drag of his warm tongue provides a silent, evident promise of desire.

Time runs along and although it is painful to deprive yourself of him, you're turning back, your arms extend and wrap around his neck, finding his lips soon as he leans down to you.

"Cm'on handsome, we gotta go"

He nods, sighing a little.

Hands in clasped, you pass through the door, shooting the bunch of 50 red roses on your nightstand a small goodbye as the lights turn off.

The world outside is dark too, yellow streetlamps cast a nice golden glow on jungkooks poreclain skin. He opens his car door for you- as per usual, before circling to get seated himself.

A turn of the key later and a few off key sung songs, the car comes to a stop at a sushi spot you knew all too well.

"You really love this place huh?" he smiles, squeezing your hand as euphoria brushes over your features upon seeing the faux cherry blossoms that decorate the cozy restaurant.

Jungkook knew that this place was your favorite long before he had even spoken a word to you in the park. He had refreshed your profile so, oh so many times as he laid in his bed late at night. Until it popped up, your sunny, beaming smile glowing on his entire screen as you sat there, pink plastic trees in the background. Jungkook's own moon stirred up deeply, fingers flying to hunt down the place you seemed so happy in, promising himself to see you smile just like it. Just right there.

"I know everything angel"

Despite the truth of that statement, your eyes roll like he was merely joking.

Initially, Jungkook's admission of the maliciously crafted history that led your paths to cross has left a bitter, artificial taste in your mouth. However as he cried every tear, every one produced in his 125 years, your heart ached in love and need. A fear so beyond seen in mankind haunted his face and by then, could you really be so cruel?

Maybe you were sick too,

But he is your only remedy.

His treat, he says as he reaches to pay.

Somehow, it always ended up being his treat.

"Wanna take a bath at home ? I bought you that bubble solution you love"

He suggested, reversing out of his parking spot, his words slightly muttered as his lips meet your knuckles.

"I'd love that. I really pulled you into my self care routine didn't i?" you tease, running your thumb over his hand.

"Youre onto something baby. Next thing i know i'm wearing hello kitty pj's"

The little gasp escaping your lips made Jungkook snort a little, eyes catching the way your phonescreen lights up with the amazon Logo.

"Youre actually ordering me some arent you?"

"Thought you knew everything?" you giggle, searching up a good pair for him to wear,

Jungkook's hand sneaks down your inner thigh at a red-light, not diverting his gaze from the road in front of him,

"One thing i do know angel",

His index and middle finger graze the lace edges of your panties, breath hitching upon the collision of his cold skin and the feminity below he lace,

"Is that you're little panties are soaked, so you if you want that to be taken care of, you have to be a good girl"

A steady, slender hand glides down the length of your shivering arm, noting the moles he´s counted time and time again. Its fingertips burn your skin with the sheer cold- a flicker of desire flashes through your veins, crashing upon your chest. The cold adds on, hardens your nipples to bump the surface of your thin shirt.

Both of his icy, large hands come to slide down your waist, tracing the curve patiently until they sneak beneath the hem of your shirt, gently caressing little circles onto the skin that lay under his fingers.

Jungkook breathes out a shaky curse, his cock twitches painfully in the constricted space of his belted jeans. A brief contact with your eyes. A bat of your lashes. A feel of your skin. A taste of your lips. All he needed to fill his immortal heart with a clench of irrevocable possession- so raw, so shaken with years of life he lived that mean the speck of nothingness now that he has had you. Has felt the thrill of love combat him, has known what living is like. He found it in chasing your lips, tracing your every little move to learn you- have you, claim your skin with his unforgiving teeth and his greedy lust.

His continued, slow movements feel like a ritual of devotion. Stripping you of your shirt, drawing out your every curve, his palms rest on the underside of your breasts, find their path down to leave you standing in your black, sheer panties. His chest heaves up and down, the rise and fall matching his rapidly pounding heart. All the while no word is spoken- no word is good enough to explain what you can see in the deep red of his iris. In the abyss of black that is his widened pupil as it takes in the sight before him. His object of attraction, of utter adoration- obsession, Covered in red and pink flowering blemishes, paintings of dedication that his mouth have left on your tender skin.

"Oh angel.. my little dove. So.. beautiful" The mutter escapes his lips fleetingly as they find yours in the midst of it all, brushing over with such tenderness that you almost moan for more. His fingers hook beneath the edges of your black underwear, skimming the fabric teasingly. Jungkook catches the way you whimper beneath your shaky breaths, how your nails linger slightly digging in the hardness of his bicep.

"Gonna take care of you angel, help you forget about any worry in that pretty head. Make you feel so good all you feel, remember is me baby, just me." His loving whisper floods the patch of skin right above your belly button, his knees collide with the bathroom floor tiles- meeting your eyes with his once more.

"You look cute like this" you tell him shyly- knuckles caress his beautifully pale cheeks with the touch only a woman in love can execute. His spine straightens, lifting himself to worthy of the position he is in. Upright, kneeling before you with a gaze so devoted across his dangerously charming features. His plump, pierced lip shines a bloody red, glistening with hunger.

Your fingers extend to his jaw, sliding the tip of your oval nail alongside his sharp contours. Years have scultped him into what kneels before you know. Your thumb rests below his chin, tipping it up the slightest bit to examine the tension between you.

Between your wordless exchange, his fingers have found their hook below the remaining fabric once more. Pulling it down with practiced ease, slowly, never averting his eyes. Once you step out of them, his palms cup your knees, colliding with your sweet skin all the way up your thighs, roaming on their inner side, their back, rounding up the flesh of your ass to squeeze what's his- before coming to rest back up your hips.

"Youre beautiful. Every inch of you is absolutely breathtaking. Seeing you covered in my marks- my little angel, still so pure. So ruined and yet so beautiful pure"

Your whimpered reply comes to you naturally. His omnipresent dominance swallow you in a hole thats safe enough to rest in. Abiding by his every word. Though he is on his knees, youre stood bared entirely before him. Naked and claimed by his bruising, posessive kisses and bites, while his fully clothed figure admires and skims along every patch of your skin. The power imbalance is a heavenly nest you lay in without any resistance - any question needed to be asked. The trust remains Unspoken. Visible. Felt. Internalized.

His lips find their way to your skin again, magnetically pulled in by the red string he spun so very pristinely. Decorating your hip while his fingers rub small circles into your thighs. With one final kiss to your pelvis, he returns to his feet, stripping himself of his clothes in fluid motions.

He reaches out to grab you by the waist and press your body into his, tightening his muscular, tattooed arms around your form to melt into his own. Reciprocating, you let yourself sink deeper.

"I love you so much angel. You have no idea. Looking at you is a blessing. But being able to hold you like this, knowing youre mine. Just mine. God i want to devour you. I want to suffocate on your lips and listen to your moans until your voice gives out. Until that little throat is sore from repeating my name"

"I love you too kook. So much. Even though I'm not so great at explaining it"

He chuckles, letting his face light up- it illuminates your entire world in the split of its occurrence.

"Step in, water's gonna get cold"

With that, he helps you step inside the spacious bathtub, makes you sit with your back to his toned chest, inbetween his spread legs. You can feel his hard pressing into your behind, he groans a little- that delcious sound from the back of his throat.

"So pretty.. so soft" he mumbles his praises continously, running his hands up and down your thighs below the scented foam. They come to a halt on the tops of your thighs, sliding inward to spread them carefully. His finger dance in teasing patterns, while his mouth molds to your neck, kissing sloppy and slow open mouth kisses along the exposed area. All the way down your shoulder- all the way back up to your ear. The wetness mirrors that of the water surrounding you, of the one pouring out from between your thighs.

"Be a good little angel for me will you..? Let me touch you like i want? Make you feel so.. so good?" The rough murmur, spoken into your ear, elicits a tiny whined "yes" from you.

"Good girl.. now say please, angel"

You nod, the damp strands of your hair sticking to the small curve of your breasts.

"Please touch me"

He hums, "Yeah..? You want me to touch you my little dove?"

You nod again, but thats not good enough for jungkook. He pinches your hard nipple between his fingers, tugging the sensitive skin, rolling it ever so gently,

"Words my little dove" he whispers,

"Yes- yes please touch me."

He groans in approval, pressing his palm flat against your right breast, groping the small swell with his wet hand, murmuring about how good you feel beneath his skin. His other hand deceneds between your thighs, running two fingers between your damp folds, he gets a feel of your slick beneath the load of water, inserts them into you while his teeth slightly dig into the lobe of your ear,

"Take them for me angel, take them just a little, i know what you really want"

They curl deliciously, hitting your sweet spot as plunges them in and out deep and deliberately slow. Moans and whines constrict in your throat and come out as breathless whimpers.

It builds up quickly the more he stops pulling out and just digs deeper into you, moving his fingers ever so slightly against that spot you love so much, but he stops entirely, pulling them out to rub tight circles on your throbbing clit.

Memorized in the very touches that drove you insane. He may be practiced and experienced but he finds himself oh so helpless to you nonetheless. Nothing before you mattered and no one will come after you. No skin he has seen or felt has made any impression on him, nothing has ever been right, nothing but you.

"That's it.. good girl, doing so well. Little angel is ready for what she wants hm? What do you think?" He rasps into your ear, sliding his tongue along the shell of your ear.

"I want you kook- yes please baby mhmm-"

The sentence gets cut off into a loud, squeamish moan, suddenly hit with the sensation of the cold bathroom wall pressed against your chest. In the brink of a second, his strength compelles him to scoop you up and flush himself against you, without a pocket of air your back collides with his chest. His hand explodes your stomach, lips press down your shoulder and the arch of your spine, backing away slowly.

Hot, ragged breaths flow out alongside his deep sounding moans, while the cold of the wall presses to your chest. With one hand pressing down on your lower back and the other guiding himself, jungkook nestles his thick, needy cock inside your weeping cunt.

Binding himself to you as he had time and time again, he rests deep into you, seizing to move for the first bit- he maps out the paths he had found long before, watching your pretty features twist in pleasure when he *finally* slides back, pushing all the way in while pushing you back into him by the softness of your tummy

"Prettiest angel.. feel so fucking good.. so good around my cock, god youre taking it so well"

You were- with your palms against the wet tile, withstanding the gravitas of his force, the melody of wet skin slapping fills up your bubble of lust as his pace picked up in ways only a vampire would conduct.

"So good, so so good for me angel" his hand flings to your throat, squeezing it with just enough pressure to make your thighs quiver,

Strangled, breathless, you plead with him, tell him you're going to cum- but you already are, and you know he can feel it, feel the clench of you sucking him in, his heart blooms and bursts as his hand tightens around your throat and he cries out with you

"Good little angel, just a little longer baby, just a little more for me" he begs, begs to take more from you, to overstimulate your hightend senses further. Mustering a weak nod and loud whines of pleasure, he grunts, ruts himself into your swollen cunt like the animal movies make his kind out to ne.

With you, he was.

Greedy, seductive, posessive, obsessed.

"Gonna ruin this pussy baby, gonna fill you with my cum- fuck angel, keep crying for me baby, keep whining angel"

"Just like that baby just- hm- like that"

The vision you're met with as you look back over your shoulder is hypnotizing- damp haired, furrowed eyebrows and his sharp teeth drawn out to all their might, glistening wet as he concentrates on his orgasm.

It crashes into you in a large wave, twitching halt - spilling his cum into you as he pants and pants, as his nails threathen to draw blood from your skin- and his teeth do. From your shoulder, as they claw into you, crimson iron drips into his tongue to grant him a taste of heaven. Exploding in extacsy, with his eyes rolling far back, his high rides on and with every little flavor of your precious liquid jungkook feels as though he is riplling in pleasure from every depth his old soul holds.

Sweet, he said. It tastes sweet. Sweet and poisonous with its sting of metal and the knowledge of it being your blood, your very own- it brought him the greatest satisfaction ever known to this realm.

"Jungkook- mhm- stop- please- can't-" you stumble from your strained throat. Jungkook drops his forehead into the crook of your neck, soothingly rubbing his hands on your hips, his flaccid length slides out slowly, leaving you dripping.

Knees buckle below you, your shoulder stings with pleasurble pain and you physically cannot take another thrust without breaking into tears. As much as his senses hightend, yours did too. Sensitive, human. Weak and fragile in comparison to his wrathful being, his pure passion unleashing on your smaller frame so helplessly safe in his hands.

"I got you, I got you angel its okay" he whispers, praising you in between gentle movements to sit you back down in the tub, sideways on his thigh. He cups your face once youre sat, planting fluttering kisses on every corner of your features.

"Pretty little dove, youre okay..youre such a good girl" he says, nudging the tip of his nose to yours in a doting habit.

"Want me to wash your hair baby?" nodding in response to his question, he slides his fingers through your wet strands, untangling them carefully.

Warm water crescents down your head, wraps you in a nice coat of comfort for the next few minutes of your boyfriends fingers massaging your scalp, cleaning off your skin, kissing everything he can reach.

"That feel good?" he asks, his hands drawing slightly pressured, circular motions into the tension of your back,

"Mhmm.. so nice" you huff out, enjoying the softness of his hands. He lets the warmth spread down your body once more, before lifting you out of the now draining tub.

He graps the softes towel to engulf you in, drying himself up quickly before pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"My shirt or yours?" he asks, looking back over his shoulder to see you sitting bare, soft on the bed. He pulls out his favourite shirt as you tell him you want his clothes, draping the fabric over your body and watching you drown in it. Enderament fills his heart, he cups your cheeks, your damp hair only making you look more adorable.

"Prettiest" one kiss, on the right cheek

"Little" another kiss, on the left one, squished by the palm of his hand,

"Angel" a longer kiss, pressed on your mouth instead of your cheeks, capturing your little smile with his lips.

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redcherrykook · 13 days ago

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@jungkoode THE WAY THAT WAS MY FIRST THOUGHT

Dare I say… KGP!jungkook.

#lOOOOK

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redcherrykook · 14 days ago

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────꒷꒦ 𝔩𝔲𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱 [ s & c ]

︶♱︶︶♱︶ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺︶♱︶︶♱︶︶

part of ɳσƈƚιʋαɠαɳƚ

↳ ❝ [ vampire!Jungkook universe] ❞

✎ summary: he´s observant, watches his prey like an experienced predator, but in 125 years of age, Jungkook had never craved someone as much as you. he had to have you.

note from cherry: warning!! Stalking., obsessive jungkook, crazy PATHETICALLY DOWN BAD jungkook. part one of our sexy obssessed stalker vampire. We love him here. Mini slow burn? Idk.

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The world has become much less judgmental nowadays.

"Matcha latte to go?"

"Thank you -" your eyes flicker to his nametag, "Nathaniel. Here's your tip, have a nice day" you reply, automated in that slightly raised frequency you twinge when talking to a stranger.

Your steps take you back through the way you walked initially, crunching on the freshly breeze grass beneath your soles, tracing the familiar route back to your apartment.

It had become utterly familiar to him too. The route was the same- sunday after sunday. On occasion during the week- mostly during exam season, when your body called for an added fuel.

It had captured him wholly. Unexpectedly but calculated nonetheless.

"Hey, sorry, you dropped this"

He taps on your shoulder, unguarded, you spin around, glancing at his face, down his large, faintly colorless hand that held something dear to you.

In the midst of beautifully ordinary walk, you hadn't noticed the drop of your keys.

"Yeah. Cute guy you got on there. Has he got a name?"

"Mocha" your answer is polite, small. He knew better than to pry too deep, settles to hum,

"Mocha" he recites, tilts his head the slightest bit, "I think ive seen you at my bookshop before. But i never got to know your name, pretty?"

You tell him your name regardless. How could you have known that the shadow who seems to follow you around, internalized it like a favourite poem all along.

You were oblivious to his ways, clueless even. He failed to hold back a miniscule slip of tongue, wetting the metal ring in the corner of his pale rose lips.

"Thats a beautiful name. I'm Jungkook"

"Suits you"

"Is that good?" he asks, showing of his signature grin to which you nod,

"Its elegant"

"Vampires tend to be" he says, vaguely gesturing to your cup, "You like matcha? I could treat you to one, if you like?"

Satisfaction courses through his bloodstream at the airbrushed pink that dusts your cheeks, taking note of the way your pointy gel nails fiddle slightly with your jeanpocket,

"I'd like that" you reply, choosing a demure answer that attempts to hide your attraction to Jungkook, your girlish excitement at meeting him again.

"Same time next week?"

Patience is a virtue he had mastered inescapably, it grew into his life through vicious blessings, beautiful curses. 24 hours that multiply and blend into unexciting memories.

He couldn't wait, no matter how much patience he had.

"I'd never let you get hurt" he whispers to himself, watching the cold air manifest into transparent smoke as he speaks.

You rattle your keys, unlock the shabby apartment door with stiff fingers, suffering the low temperatures. From your peripheral, it almost looked like a blow- a gust of wind running by your side.

But when you turn around with hitched breath, its empty.

Now, he's seeing you approach from afar, walking tentatively in the beautifully dim sunlight.

He skips a few steps to be in your vicinity quicker- you blink confused, before breaking out into a small laughter.

"Right, you can do that"

He returns your smile, his heart races at the sight of you so close to him, so attainable.

"Its pretty efficient"

In his mind, he's been drifting to your bedroom, to his hands that let the pretty grey fabric graciously fall down the dips of your figure.

"You look really pretty, grey suits you"

Jungkook's smoothe voice guides you through the rest of the joint night.

"Youre easy to talk to" you tell him truthfully while throwing away the empty cup. He chuckles a little,

"Yeah? Well, you make me feel comfortable, i think thats why"

"I think youre adorable"

"You're way too honest. Is that a vampire thing?"

"No, but I'm bad at lying anyways"

"When can I see you again?" He asks with a quiet, breathy tone. Goosebumps threathen to plaque his dull skin as you bite into the corner of your lip,

"Whenever you want. Just.. text me"

He nods, "Okay pretty"

With that, you smile and disappear into the walls of your home.

But before you get the chance to click on her chat log, a message lights up your screen,

Jungkook >.< : cant wait to see you again

He bites back a smile, the reflection of you getting excited over his text dances in his pupils as he stands off to the side of your slightly parted curtains,

"good night sweetheart" he mumbles, gradually turning back to resort back into his own home.

Messages like these had crept their way into your normal days.

He slipped into your life with ease, fitting into a space that seemed to be cut out just for him, and how much you adored him was almost embarrassing to admit.

Lucky was an understatement. Jungkook felt blessed- divinely touched to be able to move around the four walls of his angel- his very own godsend gift. His, only his.

The sigh he lets out almost serves as a way to release his overflowing happiness into the atmosphere, let go of his orchestrated hours that took him to his destination- you.

"Good guess right?"

Perfect, he thinks.

"Very funny" you giggle, looking up into the deep red you would never get used to. Its mesmerizing to see the color intensify from time to time.

It doesn't get past him either, how you seemed to nibble on your lip a little, taking deeper inhales with the duration of his gentle touch.

As much as he has his instincts under control, he cannot deprive himself any longer.

You're the first to break the silence, barely letting the words run past your lips in the midst of hightend breathing,

"I like you so much"

The validity behind those words are something he cannot bear open to you in this moment- but he swore to himself he would eventually.

It takes all his willpower not to sink his pointy teeth into the delicate skin, feeling the pulse running wild like it was begging him to bite.

"Wanna make you feel so good"

"Hold tight sweetheart"

His lips run down invisible paths to your bra covered chest, submitting to his urges like a man devoid of free will- of any power.

"Wanna bite you s'bad" he rasps, unfastening your bra and attaching his plump lips to your stiffend bud, rolling the oppsite one in his skilled fingertips,

"You can- just not - mhmm- too hard"

He looks at you through his lashes, mouth leaving your chest wet and glistening, his lips are swollen as they breathe out his next words,

"You're a dream, my beautiful angel"

"Youre so pretty, the prettiest angel" he whispers lovingly, gliding his fingers down your arm while admiring his work of art.

His skin burned- burned with the helpless devotion he cannot restrict.

"You´re mine, you´re mine angel all mine, do you understand?"

"Feels so good- oh fuck jungkook please"

You whine- you whine for him and it gets him to nuzzles his nose into your slick lace panties, inhaling deeply to submerge himself in your femininity,

"Anything you want, im gonna fucking worship you baby. Gonna make you come until you beg me to stop"

Jungkook hooks his large hands on the underside of your thighs, kneeling in front of you as though he was actually praying to you- letting your legs dangle over his broad shoulders.

"My pretty little pussy, look at that, look at how wet you are for me"

It was so overstimulating to him, hightend all his feelings, blurred his extensive vision at the first drop of your slick on his greedy, relentless tongue.

"Fucking angelic- taste so good" he whines into your pussy- laps and laps at the stickyness with vigour and precision when licking a long strip up to circle your clit.

"Mhh- kook- you look so hot like this"

"Kook- fuck- ohhh fuck"

You shook, plead for more and his tongue obeyed, thrusting the wet muscle into you fast, his thumb rubbing tight circles on the throbbing pearl of your crying cunt,

"Good girl, good, good girl, come for me- let this pussy know who's it is"

He heard the second high before he saw it- the broken sob, the sniffling that send shocks into his constricted cock, made it beg for attention. It worsened as he glanced up,

"god baby- so fucking cute" he groans so loudly, smashing his lips to your cunt - sucking harshly on your oversensitive clit that endured so much of his suckling and gnawing.

Your moans continue to flow, changing into meek cries of his name, the pearly tears roll down your reddend cheeks ending on your quivering lips that are now covered in the salty liquid.

"oh angel, you´re so beautiful, so good, did so so good baby" his lips run his trails back and forth on your thighs, calming their shaking with the addition of his big hands stroking your hips,

You tug at his shoulder and he recieves the silent question, bringing his body up to stand upward, dazed and bathing in your afterglow

It doesn´t take long for your eyes to find the wet patch,

How right it truly felt to be held by his magical hands,

To meet his lips in another soft kiss, tasting the remains of yourself on him.

It was right,

He had done absolutely everything in and beyond his power to secure that, now that he had it in his grasp, black and white,

He would always make sure it stays that way, even if it meant digging his teeth into your neck until you bled.

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