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Gradation (V-Day drabble) | JJK

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Pairing: JJK x Fem!reader

Rating: M (🔞); NSFW

Genre: marriage!AU; established-relationship!AU; mature content; fluff; angst; smut; NSFW

Word count: 4.3K+ words (okay--a little over to be a drabble but whatevs)

Warnings: marriage; long-term relationship; jealous JK; unprotected sex in a committed, monogamous relationship; soft-dom OC; soft-dom/sub JK; oral (m-rcv); light bondage; switch!; minor degradation (sorry); pregnancy symptoms; pregnancy test; pregnancy announcement; excessive cussing; some angst; tooth-rotting fluff in the end

Summary: It's your first Valentine's Day as a married couple and you get into a little tiff the night before. You figured that a little makeup-sex was warranted.

A/N: Okay so...I didn't plan on this so this is completely un-beta'd and not fully proofed--if you see typos, pretend you didn't see them!

It was a random idea and I just decided to straight-shot it this evening. I missed these two so much and in honor of breaking 400 notes on the series, I thought I'd write a dirty drabble for them for Valentine's Day (well--technically after Vday since it's past midnight as I'm posting this LOL). Enjoy!

You and Jungkook are having a quiet Sunday movie night in. You typically went over to your parents’ for dinner but since you both just got back from your own work-related trips this week that you just wanted to spend some quality time together.

You also hadn’t been feeling well since returning from your trip. You thought that maybe you had caught a bug or something. It was that time of year, you thought–and being on a plane with a bunch of strangers–it was inevitable that their germs would get to you.

You sat on the couch–your feet resting on his lap while a bowl of popcorn sat on your belly as you both munched. You were scrolling through your social media right when Jimin forwards a meme to you that instantly had you in stitches.

“Kookie, look at this meme,” you giggled as you showed your phone to him.

He leans over to look then laughs at it until he sees a little notification pop on top of your screen.

worldwidejin liked your post.

His smile quickly falters and turns into irritation. “Uh–looks like somebody just liked your post,” he mumbles as he slumps into the couch and pouts, shoving popcorn angrily into his mouth.

“Hm?” You were curious as you pulled your phone back towards you to view who it was.

“Oh.” You forgot that you and Jin still followed each other on Instagram. It’s not like you communicated or anything. Just the occasional ‘like’ or ‘cry-laughing’ emoji comment.’

“‘Oh’?” He echoed mockingly. “That’s all you’re going to say?”

“What’s the big deal?”

“What’s the big deal? He’s your ex,” Jungkook says pointedly.

“Okay, and? I’m married to you.”

“But he still gets to ‘like’ your social media posts,” he retorts.

“Kook–I don’t see what the big deal is. You’re clearly all over my posts…“ you said as you showed your phone screen to him and scrolled through your posts. ”And our wedding photos are on there. I don’t get why you’re all butt-hurt about it.”

“I just…you guys used to have sex.”

“You and Lisa also used to have sex and yet she was our wedding guest while Jin was not so–what are we arguing about here?”

“But you and Lisa are friends–”

You scoffed, “So? It doesn’t change the fact that you used to be in love with her and chased her around Paris!”

Jungkook sighs deeply.

“What is this about, really?”

“I just–I just don’t like how he can still look in on you every now and then.”

You shrugged. “It’s not like he and I split up on bad terms. It’s not like we actually talk or anything–”

Jungkook groans. “Ugghh—I don’t know. I just don’t like it.”

“You and Lisa still talk?”

“It’s not the same though,” he almost says with a childish whine.

“How is it ‘not the same?’” You deadpanned.

He shook his head. “It’s just not!” He gets up abruptly, your ankles landing on the floor with a thud before he heads into the bedroom in a huff.

You scrunched your face in utter confusion. You turned the TV off before getting up to follow him in.

As you stopped by the threshold to your room, you found that he was already under the sheets, in the dark, and laying on his side. You lifted the sheets and got into your side of the bed. Jungkook always slept without a shirt on so you immediately raked your hands up his bare back.

“Babe, what’s wrong? Talk to me,” you coaxed softly while kissing the base of his neck.

“I’m just tired and I want to go to sleep,” he mutters without facing you before he crawls up into a ball, pulling farther away from your touch.

You rolled your eyes. You’ve had little fights before and some of them didn’t get resolved before bedtime. You sighed, thinking that this would be one of those nights, needing to sleep this off instead.

******

The next morning, you woke up to find that he was already gone. No goodbye kiss, no text, or note…whatsoever. It was also Valentine’s Day which was unusual for him. On your last Valentine’s Day, he took you to a fancy revolving restaurant. You were not much for ‘thrill rides’ but it seemed like a unique enough experience to intrigue you.

But this was your first Valentine’s Day as a married couple and you were disappointed that he chose to act childish over something that wasn’t even really a big deal to begin with.

With a huff, you sat up then suddenly gasped from the pounding headache that just came over you. You didn’t drink last night–thankfully–but it sure felt like you did.

You gingerly got up from your bed then padded over to the bathroom to wash your face. After finishing up your morning routine, you suddenly had a hankering for kimchi and rice.

During weekdays, you typically skipped breakfast at home in favor of coffee and maybe picking up a pastry on the way to the office.

You dug into your fridge, remembering that Jungkook’s mom dropped off some homemade kimchi last week. You found the container and set it on the counter. You grabbed a bowl then checked on the rice to make sure that there was still enough. You scooped some into your bowl then doubled back to where you set the kimchi. You opened the container and as soon as you got a whiff of the pickled scent, you started to gag.

Maybe it had gone bad? That seemed weird, you thought. It’s only been a week and you kept it sealed in the fridge. You smelled it again and it made you dry-heave.

It was strange, really. A moment ago, you were just craving it–and now it made you want to–

Bleeecchhhh…

You barely made it to the kitchen sink before you threw up chunks of your dinner from last night. You turned the faucet on and ran the garbage disposal, hoping your vomit wouldn’t clog your plumbing.

After you gargle and wash your mouth, you take a deep breath. You thought that maybe the incubation period of whatever this bug was was short and that you were already feeling the symptoms. You decided to call out of work for the day, not wanting to get anybody else sick.

You walked over to the medicine cabinet in your bathroom, checking for any antacids–it seemed like you were fresh out.

Luckily, there was a grocery store around the corner from your building that doubled as a pharmacy as well.

Although your head was pounding, you managed to make the trek out to the end of the block. You didn’t want to linger in case your stomach decided to do somersaults again. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in public.

You walked straight to the pharmaceutical aisle and picked up a bottle of the gross, pink, bismuth liquid to help settle your stomach. That was all that you needed so you turn on your heel to make your way down to the checkout line. Halfway down, you spotted some tampons, suddenly remembering that you needed to pick up some since you ran out last month…or was it–You suddenly pulled your phone out to check your calendar.

Shit. What day was it?

Then you realized…change of plans–this wasn’t going to be a short shopping trip after all.

******

Your headache all but forgotten, you came back home with a few additional items including three dozen roses, a bagful of candles, and three small boxes.

You left the rest of your things on the counter, taking those three boxes with you to the bathroom.

After fifteen minutes of waiting on the toilet, you look over at the three sticks that you set flat on your bathroom counter.

You fought the urge to call Jungkook and decided to set a plan in motion.

After scattering rose petals all over the floor, you laid down across the foot of the bed–noting the full-length sliding mirrors right in front of it. You had switched out your normal barn-door style closet doors soon after you and Jungkook moved in together. It certainly added more interest to your bedroom antics.

You picked out a lacy, fire-engine red lingerie set–very festive, you thought. You took those nude, lace-up sandals that he loved to fuck you in and put them on as well.

You then took your position–bending your knee up slightly so your lace-up heels would come to view. You had one arm held up above your head while you allowed your hair to cascade down the sheets. Your other hand held your phone, aiming at the mirror to take a few sexy shots for your husband.

You switched positions and took a few more shots. Once you decided on the sexiest photos, you attached two of your best shots–one where you laid down and the second where you knelt on the bed with your thighs parted–your lingerie in full view with a caption to him–”Only for you,” before you hit ‘send.’

******

Jungkook busied himself all day. He was pissed last night. He knew that he was being unreasonable and childish but he’s made it clear before that Jin has been a bit of a sore spot for him even though it’s been ages since you broke up.

He was fully aware that it was Valentine’s Day and yet here he was at the office, pouting and trying to avoid picking up his phone most of the day.

“Jungkook-nim?”

He looked up from his computer screen to find his assistant Melanie leaning against his doorframe.

“Hey, Mel. What’s up?”

“Uhm–I was wondering if I could dip a couple hours early? I’m sorry it’s kind of a last-minute ask but…it turns out that Jimin surprised me with some dinner reservations at Pirouette. It’s incredibly difficult to get a reservation and–”

“Of course,” he chuckled at her unnecessary babbling. “And yes, I know what the waitlist is like.” He had brought you there for your first Valentine’s Day–it was a rooftop restaurant with a revolving floor, offering 360-degree views of the city. It seemed like an odd concept and you thought that the spinning restaurant concept would make you feel sick. But you hardly felt the revolutions and itt ended up being such a fun date-night for both of you.

“You go on ahead, Mel. Have a great Valentine’s Day.”

“Thank you. I hope you and YN have a good one, too,” she says with a quick bow before she walks back to her desk.

Suddenly, he felt bad for the way he acted last night and this morning. He goes to retrieve his phone, which he hid in his drawer to stop it from distracting him. As soon as he turns the “do not disturb” function off, he sees your text come through.

“Holy fuck,” he gasps.

******

It took all of Jungkook’s energy not to speed through every red light on the way home from the office.

The elevator dings up to the 8th floor and he jogs down the hallway. He slows to a halt, his shoes squeaking against the tiled floor as he stands right in front of your door. He stood there with a single red rose in one hand–reminiscent of your first date over a year ago–that he bought from a flower cart that he spotted close to his office.

He tried calming his heartbeat–pushing his hair back, wiping away the beads of sweat that had formed on his hairline–not just from rushing over but in anticipation of what he was about to see behind this door.

He retrieved his house key and pushed it into the slot to unlock your door.

The blinds were drawn so the room was kept dim and illuminated by at least 30 pillar candles around the kitchen and living room. You went a little crazy at the store, not gonna lie.

Rose petals adorned the floor beginning from your front doorway leading down to your bedroom. He could hear soft music playing coming from the room–in which the door was ajar.

He took a few steps and found you laying on your back across the bed.

“I didn’t think you’d show,” you said with a little hint of disappointment.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, baby” he said sheepishly as he stood by your feet.

“A minute longer and I would have dusted off the vibrator,” you said lowly.

You didn’t really mean it. You haven’t used the vibrator for solo-play in a long time. If you whipped it out, it was only to enhance your playtime with him.

You sighed, before turning over onto your belly–your ass in full view, barely covered by the lace material of your thong.

He hissed before taking his suit jacket to set it down the corner armchair in the room. He loosened his tie before sinking his knee into the bed and slowly crawling up to you. He touches the rose on the backs of your thigh, to the swell of your cheek, up your back until he reaches the top of your shoulder where you feel his breath on you.

“I said I was sorry,” he says before kissing your shoulder.

You crane your neck to take a look at him and are greeted by the rose that he held up to you.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. I was a complete idiot last night,” he says softly.

You turned your body over slightly to get a better look at him then hold up your left hand to his face. “You know what this is, right?” You asked him, referring to the rings on your finger. “In case you forgot–this means that I am yours and only yours–for life, Jeon Jungkook.”

He gives you a half smile. “Sorry. I was just–”

“You’re lucky I think you’re sexier when you’re all possessive and jealous,” you said, cutting him off.

He cocked an eyebrow. “Is that right?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“So you’re saying,” he slowly reaches down to palm your ass cheek, “You like when I get territorial?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“I was really pissed off, you know.” His eyes turned dark with lust. His hand shifts to your hip, turning you over, flat on your back.

“I know you were.” Your breath started to get ragged in anticipation of his next move.

“I’ve been thinking of ways to make you pay for it.” His voice was dangerously low now as he hovered over you.

You bit your lip as your heart started to race. “Show me,” you breathed out, heat already pooling between your thighs.

He gives you a smirk before he takes his tie off his neck. You eyed it carefully–it wasn’t the first time he’s bound you.

You weren’t deep into BDSM kink but every now and then, you dabbled in sensory deprivation since Jungkook loved to surprise you so much by blindfolding you, you eventually tried it in the bedroom. Unsurprisingly, it brought a whole new dimension to your sex life.

You presented your wrists to him but he shook his head ‘no.’ You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“Don’t you want to make me pay for it?”

“No. I was bad–so I want you to punish me,” he says as he hands you his tie.

You could have orgasmed after hearing him say that right then but you bit the inside of your cheek to contain your excitement.

“O-okay,” you said with a hint of hesitation. You didn’t really know how to top from the bottom but you were game to try it. You glanced at the tie in your hand then back at him and your expression turns serious. You realized he was still fully-clothed.

“Stand up,” you ordered.

“Yes, ma’am,” he complies and gets up from your bed, awaiting further instruction.

You got up slowly and sat on your heels. “Strip for me.”

“As you wish,” he says, never taking his eyes off you. His button-down shirt comes off first. You drank him in, eyeing his chiseled torso–with that tattooed sleeve in full display. He unbuckles his belt then undoes the top button of his trousers and unzips them–achingly slowly–until he pulls his boxers’ waistband down to tease you further. Your mouth has already started to water, embarrassingly enough but you didn’t care.

He was all yours.

“All the way off,” you commanded.

He complies, pulling his bottoms all the way off. His cock standing at attention right in front of you. You fought every instinct to take him deep into your mouth.

So you cleared your throat in an attempt to stay focused–you were not good at this at all but you kept up the ruse. “Good. Now get on the bed–back against the headboard.”

He obeys, crawling back to the bed, just as you ordered.

You take his tie and gesture at his hands. He presents his wrists to you and you thread his hands through the loop and tighten the knot.

Since moving into your place, you had switched out your queen-sized mattress into a king–you liked to cuddle but let’s face it–you also liked your space. But it also gave you more room to play.

With the new mattress came a new headboard purchase. This new one conveniently had a bar over the tufted cushion.

You pulled his bound wrists over his head then fed the loose end of the tie around the bar and knotted it there.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?” You asked him.

He nodded.

“I want to hear you say it, Jungkook.”

“Yes, YN,” he rasped.

“Good boy,” you grinned slyly. “Hmm…so what should we do with you,” you wondered out loud as you caressed his chin with your finger.

“So…you were mad because some guy that I don’t even think about anymore liked some pictures on my phone?”

He nodded his head.

“What was that? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” he said.

“Did you–like the pictures that I sent to you this afternoon?”

“Yes,” he said tenderly this time.

“Do you think–maybe…I should have sent him some pictures, too?”

“No,” he said with a clipped tone, followed by a low rumble within his chest.

“Well, I wouldn’t have done that.” Your hand rested on his torso and slowly slid down his abdomen. “I told you–” his cock twitches as you lift your hand right before landing on his crotch.

You move your hands up your waist until they rest on your breasts. “I’m all yours, Jungkook.” You moaned softly as you gave them a squeeze.

He gives a soft grunt and you feel him buck his hips slightly against you.

You reached around your back to unclasp the hook of your bra, slowly shook it off and tossed it to the side.

You palmed them with your hands, pinching and pulling on your hardened nipples. “You like what you see?”

“Yes,” he says as he licks his lips. It absolutely gutted him that he couldn’t touch you right now.

You started to roll your clothed crotch against his.

“Is that good,” you asked.

He moaned softly. “Hmm…yes.”

You stilled your hips then took the base of his cock with your hand and began to stroke. He hisses with the contact. God, he was so hard for you.

“Does that feel good?”

“Fuck…yes,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

You wrapped your lips around the tip, sucking on the pre-cum that was already beading there.

He groaned while his eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure. You then ran the flat of your tongue from the base up to the tip before taking him into your mouth.

You took him in deeper until the tip hit the back of your throat.

“Aahh–what the fuhh–”

You bobbed your head up and down his length, his hips slowly thrusting into your mouth. He moans in between ragged breaths as you hollow your cheeks and sucked him in deeper. It turned you on so much, you were already soaking wet.

You decided that you weren’t strong enough for this. You were losing control and happily wanted to relinquish control back to him. You were aching to feel him in you. You wanted him to handle you.

You released his cock from your mouth with a pop before sitting up to lean over and reach up to the headboard. You loosened his restraints and freed himself from his tie. He watched you intently as you leaned back slightly to strip your soaked underwear off you before turning over the bed on all fours.

“I need you to fuck me hard, Jungkook,” you practically begged him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he obeys as he moves swiftly behind you to pull your ass up higher and pushes back into you. You were so slick for him that it didn’t take much effort at all.

He started to pump his hips–thrusting in and out of you, teasing you with shallow plunges.

“Harder,” you said.

You felt him dig his fingers into your hips before pulling out, stopping right at the tip. “Like this,” he asks before slamming hard into you.

“Fuck…yesss…” He repeated this twice until he got into this torturous rhythm. My god, you loved it when he was so deep like this.

He continued to rail into you…over and over, stroking your trembling walls relentlessly–claiming you as his and his alone. You were firmly pinned to the mattress by his grip, and his weight–completely at his mercy.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet–is that all for me, hm?”

“Yes, yes–” you rasped.

“You like being a dirty slut just for me, huh?”

“Hmmmfuucck,” you whined.

“I can’t hear you, baby. Are you a dirty slut for me,” he says as he fisted your hair into his fingers while he continues to drill his length into you.

“Yes, fuck!” You snapped as your orgasm neared. Your fingers found your aching bud and you rubbed it with perfect pressure–just enough to bring you closer to the edge.

“Fuck, you’re getting so tight…are you gonna cum hard for me?”

“Gooood, yes,” you groaned. A few more swipes of your fingers and hard thrusting of his hips, you were writing in pleasure underneath him.

He continues to slam his cock into you a few more times until his hips still and he lets out a long, drawn out moan as his climax rippled through his body.

He pulls out of you slowly then collapses on the bed next to you while you slowly roll over to your side, facing him.

As you both came down from your highs, you smiled at him even though you were completely spent.

His eyes fluttered, suddenly filled with concern. “A-are you okay? Was that too rough?”

“No,” you said simply. “That was great!” You both chuckled.

After a beat, you attempted to get up to go to the bathroom when he stopped you.

“No, stay–I’ll grab a towel for you,” he says as he gets off the bed to make his way there instead.

You had fully intended to go back in there to retrieve something for him but he was already ahead of you. Oh well–he’d see it anyway.

“YN,” he yells out.

“Yes?” He seems to have found them.

“What the fuck is this?”

“What is what,” you asked, acting stupid while trying to stifle a giggle.

He walks out of the bathroom with three sticks in his hand. “What is–what is this,” he asks softly.

You sat up, leaning against your elbows to see what he was referring to. “Uhm…” you bit your lip.

“Are we–are you–”

You grinned before you nodded. “Yes,” you mouthed.

His hand flies to his mouth with a gasp. “Oh, shit,” he laughs. “Are you serious?”

“I mean–there’s three different tests. One of them is digital and actually says the word on the screen,” you laughed.

“Holy shit–we’re going to be parents…I’m going to be a dad. Oh shit,” he babbles. He was clearly in shock.

“A-are you excited?” you asked apprehensively.

“Am I excited? I’m fucking over the moon!” he cups your chin to kiss you. “Oh my god–oh my god, I love you so much,” he says in between kisses then freezes all of a sudden with a look of terror in his face.

“Fuck! And you just let me fuck you like that and cum in you after you already knew? What if I hurt it? Oh shit…and I called you names–fuck!” He rakes his fingers through his hair in a panic.

You fell in absolute stitches.

“Fuck, YN–this is serious! What if I damaged the baby?”

You rolled your eyes. “Jungkook–I’m telling you, lots of people have sex while they’re pregnant.”

“Not like that,” he shrieks.

You giggled. “Don’t worry–the baby didn’t hear it, I promise.” You weren’t sure if that was true but you wanted to calm your husband down and not alarm him further.

You grab his face in your hands and look into his eyes. “The baby will be fine, okay? I called my OB this morning to confirm–she said that we can still have sex like we usually do–based on comfort level.”

You figured you might have to adjust your positions once your belly started to swell but you were a ways away from that.

You gave him a soft, lingering kiss. “Are you calm now?”

He nods then sighs. “Yeah. Sorry for panicking, bub. And…I’m sorry again for the way I acted last night.”

You wave him off. “It’s all in the past, Kook. I’m having your baby now,” you beamed.

He smiles back at you then looks down at your belly. He reaches out to rest his hand on it while you put your hands over his.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jungkook. I love you,” you smiled.

He plants a kiss on your abdomen and smiles before looking up at you. “I love you both.”

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