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Sorry to bother you but I'm trying to find a jk fic for the longest but couldn't find it. It is criminal minds themed and the reader gives a lecture at a college setting and was nervous but jk was there to help her. I couldn't remember the name of the fic. Thank you for your help.

🌷 Hello! I'm afraid I do not know this. I'm not sure if this is a series? You can check @btsficfinds tags if there has been a similar search. If I recall any fic (because it sounds familiar), I'll try to update this too 😊

Edit Mar 2022: So I was cleaning up my drafts and liked pages from 2020 until present and saw this! This is Make You Silly by @dreamescapeswriting

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“How do you know if you want something forever?”

🌷Oh I don’t have enough words to describe how this made me warm, emotional, and love-filled. Truly living up to its fic title - but it really feels like how two people fall in love despite the surprising pairing and the insecurities. I truly felt their love and the journey they went through - it’s nothing grand or loud but it sure felt warm and comforting.  Just amazingly written!  A lot of showing, not telling, the kind of love these two have. I strongly recommend playing the song during that last scene when they are back at RKive. I was just gushing and teary-eyed. Oh how sweet it is to be loved by this Jungkook T_T. My heart is full 🥺🥰.

P.S. would like to add that it was such a coincidence I was listening to Lifehouse's Hanging by a Moment and the lyrics 'I'm chasing after you' was played exact part Jungkook mentioned chasing after OC. Added to my feels 🥺😍💕

this is how you fall in love | jjk

(banner made by me. do not steal or repost. not for personal use. / minors dni.)

— pairing: jungkook x f!reader

— genre: rockstar au, established relationship, fluff, smut, light angst

— summary: After years of drinking and clubbing most days of the week and leaving every gig with a different girl on his arm, Jungkook feels what it’s like to want someone with his entire being.

— playlist: listen here <3

— warnings: not-so-linear storytelling, my attempt at writing soft giggly sex 🤭, slight sub!jungkook, big dicc!jungkook, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, brief cockwarming, hint of exhibitionism kink if you quint 👀, mentions of insecurities and anxiety. i think that’s it! lmk if i missed anything

— word count: approximately 9.3k (i thought it was gonna be 11-12k at one point lol)

— note: here she is, my first proper oneshot !!! the title is from jeremy zucker and chelsea cutler’s song ‘this is how you fall in love’ lol how creative, but you should listen to it while reading this bc i feel like it sorta adds to the experience. also my first time writing smut lmao bear w me 😫 anyhoo this jk in particular is so special to me i enjoyed writing this so much !! btw it’s not as edited as i would like but oh well lol

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

Jungkook commands the attention of every room he walks into; and just like right now, he’s basking in all the attention, all the screams of his name from dozens of girls and boys alike in this packed bar. You knew he was a charmer since you first met him, and you had known from the start that no matter how hard you try to resist, you would succumb to him eventually.

Sometimes, you feel as though he doesn’t belong to you—he can’t possibly, right? Not when people are shouting along to every word falling from his lips and you are… well, you’re just you. He’s destined for the world, for bigger things than just your two-bedroom apartment. Loving him is a privilege, and the thing about privileges is they can be taken away.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster/Park Jimin Characters: Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster, Park Jimin (BTS) Additional Tags: Studio Sex, Bottom Jimin, Canon Compliant Summary:

Namjoon is always at the studio late. Jimin thinks it's his job to make sure he doesn't work too hard.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin Characters: Kim Namjoon | RM, Park Jimin (BTS) Series: Part 1 of minjoon fics Summary:

Namjoon's eyes are tired but full of love as he pulls Jimin against his chest, kissing his forehead before nudging his head to rest on his shoulder. The silent sound of Namjoon's soft breathing is soothing as his fingers comb through the other's hair while his hand returns to click the mouse and open different files on his computer.

Soon the melody of Namjoon's new song plays in the background, soothing Jimin's distressed mind in gentle waves. Jimin smiles to himself, snuggling closer to Namjoon and breathing in the scent of his favorite shampoo, in that moment like many other times Jimin realizes that there's no place safer than the arms of your lover.

or where Jimin has a nightmare so he's sleeping in Namjoon's arms in his studio

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🌷 This was absolutely lovely and comforting. I feel like being naked means allowing yourself to be vulnerable and the whole scene shows the level of comfort they have with each other. I ended up wanting two things after reading this: a big warm comforting hug and a slice of pizza (lol) 😜

comfortable, bare, and hungry | jeon jungkook

you and jungkook worked up your appetites after an intense night together, so you decide to order in some pizzas...

Description/TW: ~2.6k words / Jungkook x Reader (F) / Fluff but suggestive / Established relationship / Banter! / inspired by a TikTok of a girl saying she and her partner ate a meal together naked - as soon as I find it I'll link it here (x) / I wanted to write the smutty part before this but I think I need to build up my smut writing skills before I do that considering the intense time JK and the OC/YN had🫣

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🌷 Oh this was so good?!?! I love this sub!jungkook and how whiny he was over losing but so putty in her hands. LoI when OC typed “dominated” after the game. I swoon over those parts when they realize how much they love each other like when Jungkook was all heart eyes over her during the battle (lol is this the right term). Is he crushing on her? Because I was feeling all that with their game flirting. Or, when OC realized how good Jungkook is for her (during the smut part) - these were such good moments for me. I am not a gamer (literally just played rhythm game and btsworld lol) but I love gamer!jungkook scenarios and I want more gamer au x established relationship imagines. 

Sore Loser | One Shot | jjk (m)

♦ Summary: It’s another day of shooting Run BTS at Bangtan Streaming for Jungkook. At least, he thinks it is until his girlfriend walks into the room and the director announces that Jungkook and his teammates will be battling two professional Valorant players for the episode. The stakes are high - but the prize if he manages to beat you? Total submission in the bedroom.

♦ Pairing: streamer!Jungkook x valorantpro!reader

♦ Rating: NSFW & 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging with this content. Any minors discovered interacting with adult content will be blocked immediately.

♦ Type: One shot

♦ Word Count: 9,588

♦ Genre: established relationship, pwp

♦ Warnings: Explicit language, a lot of FPS terms so mentions of shooting down enemies, guns, etc. sexually explicit content including sub jk and soft dom reader, orgasm denial, teasing, dirty talk, nipple play (f. and m. receiving) oral sex (f. and m. receiving), unprotect vaginal sex (f. on top), light begging, cum eating, split play, breath control (very light throat squeezing, not really choking), orgasm control, a shit ton of praising, light scratching, I think thats all of it.

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A/N: GAMER JUNGKOOK SUPREMACY. This was honestly an excuse to write Jungkook losing at Valorant because I would pay $$$$ to play BTS in Valo. Sorry for all the gamer talk - I couldn't help but include it even though I really tried to cut down on describing game play, but I also wanted to show reader beating Jungkookie you feel me? This was entirely inspired by Disguised Toast's noobs vs. pros Valorant tourney he hosted. It was absolutely nuts to see that the pros were good enough to beat 5 players tbh. If any of you play valo - LETS PLAY TOGETHER. I never play ranked cause it's too much pressure but I can be coaxed into it if necessary - I have not ranked since like Act 3 and I ended bronze because I am a chaos demon when playing. I hope you enjoy this absolute filth ft. subby Jungkook :)

The smell of coffee, heavenly and warm drags you toward the kitchen. Your socks slide against the vinyl floor of the apartment. You’re careful to step over the pile of cords your boyfriend has left tangled near the bedroom door – you’ve tripped and cursed at him once already. Absently, you think it looks suspiciously like Tangela.

“Yeah, it sort of does.” You don’t realize you’ve spoken out loud until you see Jungkook leaning on the counter, drinking coffee from one of your coffee cups. You rub the sleep from your eyes - it’s your very coveted Fruits Basket mug and you eye him suspiciously as you join him in the kitchen. “I swear I’ll untangle them tonight after work.”

You grunt, noncommittal. Your boyfriend gives you a soft smile – bunny teeth showing and eyes crinkling with delight at the corners. Despite being tired, you smile back, warmth spreading through you as he slides a premade mug of coffee to you just how you like it – two sugars and a splash of milk.

“Are you going to tell me about your super-secret work project?” Jungkook asks.

You join him leaning on the counter. He makes room to wrap an arm around you and you bury your face in the soft, grey cotton tee and inhale. He smells like florals and something headier – a smell that is just Jungkook. He is soft and warm and you want to fall asleep in his arms, coffee temporarily forgotten as you nuzzle him.

Laughter rumbles through his chest, low and soft like a distant summer storm. You look up at him, cheek pressed against his shoulder.

Even in the morning, Jungkook is so beautiful that you cannot help but fall in love with him all over again. It isn’t just his looks you love – it is the way he gets nervous around you even though you have dated for four years, it’s the competitive knit of his brow when he plays video games, the affectionate way he interacts with his viewers when he streams.

If someone had told you that the terribly shy guy who couldn’t make eye contact with you in all of your introduction classes as a college freshman would become a confident streamer and your boyfriend – you’d have told them they clearly never saw you try to ask Jungkook for notes on a missed lecture.

“Super-secret means you don’t get to know,” you remind him. You stand on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to the corner of his pout. He gives you round eyes and a quivering lip, making you growl at him. “Enough! No Bambi-eyes today, Kook.”

“Come on, Ace.”

“Ah!” you hush him, ignoring the use of your nickname – one that started out as a joke among your gaming friends for your aces in Valorant and eventually became your username. “No whining. I promise you’ll find out what I’m working on.”

He huffs. Jungkook is not petulant, but the two of you are always open and honest. There is very little you don’t know about the other, so when you started working on something at work and began dropping hints, Jungkook was less than enthused that you weren’t allowed to tell him.

Well – you could. But you wanted it to be a surprise.

“Can you at least give me a hint?” he asks as you sip your coffee. You hum thoughtfully. “A collab?”

“Fine – yes it’s a collab.”

Jungkook jumps up and down, nearly knocking the mug from your hand and nearly dropping your favorite mug from his. You hiss at him and snatch his mug. “Careful! You’re going to break Tohru.”  

“Are you guys finally collaborating with Adidas?”

“I guess you’ll find out,” you tease, pulling away from him.

Jungkook pouts again but it’s not as deep this time. You laugh and not for the first time, you’re grateful that you have Jungkook.

Making friends had been increasingly difficult for you in college. As someone who was prone to being anti-social yourself, your head strong personality and taking charge of group projects was admired, but not ideal for making friends.

It didn’t help that like Jungkook, you spent an obscene number of hours at a pitiful gaming set up, eyes burning as you clawed your way through Valorant acts. You had been playing since the beta stage, making a name for yourself in the streaming and competitive scene. Your degree was in marketing – a tactical choice by you to learn how to market yourself in hopes of becoming a professional e-sports gamer and eventually opening your own company dedicated to marketing streamers and e-sports.

Now you were making a name for yourself with the first all-women professional Valorant team and you were super fucking proud of it. But no one was prouder than Jungkook. You remembered all the times he inserted himself in conversations to hype you: my girlfriend is actually a professional Valorant player – yeah first team full of women. Oh you play games? My girlfriend is a professional e-sports player. Yeah, I stream but my girlfriend is the real professional.

You could not ask for a better support system – and better friends. Jungkook is signed with a company for streaming as well – Bangtan Streaming – and he and his friends are incredible.

It’s weird to think that you were both so prominent in the gaming scene. While it did have the negatives – fans telling Jungkook that you were not good enough for him or worse, telling him that he was far better than gaming at you – there are so many amazing opportunities that both of your platforms have given you.

Grateful and lucky does not cover half of how you feel about your life.

The apartment you share downtown with Jungkook is larger than necessary – three bedrooms and two and a half bathrooms with floor to ceiling windows in the living room overlooking the city. You had learned the hard way in your previous apartment that sharing a gaming room was impossible – Jungkook is actively streaming and conversing with his viewers or doing sponsorships while you’re prone rage screaming in the background while practicing.

The separate room policy is definitely your fault.

Steam covers the bathroom mirror as you wrap yourself in a towel, combing through your hair as quickly as possible – you’re not behind yet, but you do have a habit of being late.

Jungkook comes shuffling in as you rinse your mouth from tooth paste, wiping it on a small towel by the sink. The towels that you have picked out, because you had introduced Jungkook to the concept of hand towels, face towels, decorative towels and body towels.

Why can’t I just use one? He had asked, earning a disgusted face from you.

Jungkook has come a long way from a single mattress on the floor with blue sheets and towels for pillows- though you have a sneaking suspicion he would still be living that way had you not taught him that there is more to life than bare basics.

Grabbing a blow dryer, you’re distracted when Jungkook settles behind you, wrapping hands around your waist. You glare at him in the mirror, knowing exactly where he is trying to go. He gives you doe-eyes, his attempt at innocence as he pulls your ass against his crotch.

“Jeon Jungkook,” you warn, plugging in the dryer. “No, I am going to be late.”

He leans closer to you, brushing wet strands of hair from your neck as he plants a soft kiss on the fresh skin. You hum lightly – it does feel good, the way his soft lips press against your skin. Goosebumps appear on your skin as he kisses closer to your neck, fingers tugging the towel slightly.

You turn the blow dryer on, pointing it right at his face and starling him. You burst with laughter as he steps back from you, blinking away from the sudden heat and noise of the machine.

“That’s your final warning,” you say pointedly to his scrunched-up reflection.

“Fine,” he grumbles. “Just wanted to eat you out, no big deal.” Liquid heat pools in your stomach at his words, but you stay strong, running the dryer over your damp hair. “You’re so mean.”

“I’ll make it up to you later.”

He hesitates. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

While Jungkook’s gentle nature does not always follow him into the bedroom, there are rare moments when he lets himself melt into you completely, lets you take control and guide him to shaking orgasms where he is breathy and full of tears.

Those moments are some of your favorite, where there is no dominance or fight in him, where he gives you absolute control and you can show him how good you can make him feel.

Suddenly you hate that you have been anticipating this surprise project for weeks, wanting nothing more than to turn the dryer off and mark him with your nails, teeth, fingers.

Focusing on getting dressed, you tell yourself that today is going to be fun. And it is – because Jungkook has no idea that Arsenic is collaborating with Bangtan Streaming today.

-

One of Jungkook’s favorite places to be is the BTS offices downtown. The building is cutting edge and each space inside is filled with thoughtful interior design – large spaces where people can relax and step away from the screens, a cafeteria with a variety of dietary options, a dark section of offices for group and individual gaming, and a single floor dedicated to filming spaces.

Jungkook’s favorite room at work is the dark music room that Yoongi had cut out for them. It has a focus on relaxation for those who were overstimulated for working long hours or doing charity streams on office campus.

Soft chairs, dim blue lighting and the option to put on headphones pre-set with lo-fi beats or listen to your own greet Jungkook early that morning as he waits for the final touches to be put on whatever shoot they were doing upstairs.

Run BTS episodes were almost always a surprise. He and the six other streamers that they have as their ‘streamline’ personalities cover a variety of content: Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung are focused on first person shooters and competitive games, Jimin and Hoseok both have monopoly on comfy games and laidback RPGs, while Namjoon and Yoongi are both into long campaigns.

That being said, they are all skilled at a wide variety. Jungkook came on the scene in college with his skill in Overwatch. Though he had started as a camera-off kind of streamer who got by on sheer skill, you had talked him into turning the camera on, assisting with the lighting and the background and everything.

Jungkook is so thankful for you that it is stupid. He is also insanely proud of you.

Even as he lays in the recliner, sifting through social media while listening to Yoongi’s curated playlist, he smiles when he comes across a photo of you on your Twitter – it’s a mirror selfie dropping hints at your super-secret project that he has tried to get out of you for week.

He had even spent a night going down on you multiple times in hopes of making you tired enough to let it slip – and because there are few things he liked more than eating you out – but you are stubborn and a steel box when it came to your work.

It’s fucking hot, though.

Lights are set up around the filming space as Jungkook goes upstairs. They’re shooting in one of the gaming rooms used for competitions and larger setups, rows of computers on elevated platforms in sponsored chairs and sleek setups for each station.

Over a dozen staff members move about the space, setting up. Cameras on tracks, cameras on shoulders, writers with scripts secured to clipboards, playback screens and directors, assistants running around with cups of coffee and gaffers tape to seal wires down to the floor.

Jungkook’s interest is piqued when he sees that the front of the elongated desk on the right side of the massive setup as ‘Bangtan Streaming’ on it while the other side is hidden by a sheet. He frowns as he approaches Taehyung, who is spinning in a gaming chair on the first row.

“Any idea what we’re doing today?” Jungkook asks, jerking a thumb at the empty set of gaming setups. Taehyung shakes his head, black curls bounding. Jungkook sticks a foot out, stopping the older from spinning until he vomits. “Think they’ll make us play some insanely modded game again?”

“Modded Skyrim,” Taehyung shivers. “The only place you can fight dragons as a chair.”

Jungkook hums his ascent.

The director calls for their attention and gathers five of them together. Namjoon is sitting on a beanbag watching the shoot take place – a fill for whatever their doing – while he shares a bag of popcorn with Hoseok, also a fill for today.

Without Namjoon as the active participant, Seokjin is assigned leadership duties. They each went down the line and are given their intros, letting them rehearse a few times before the director explains to them what they needed from them.

Run BTS is a large production, but it is also very loosely shot, with genuine real time reactions, staff helping giving clear directions, and stream of thought content. Jungkook loves shooting with his best friends – his brothers really – and there is always a prize at the end of each competition.

Jungkook loves winning.

Because that’s what it is – monthly episodes of them competing out of their element or within other fields of gaming and streaming that most of them are not used to.

They go through their intros, Jungkook doing his part and waiting as the director builds up what they are going to do for the day. He tries not to yawn, wishing he had made himself another cup of coffee instead of chasing you into the bathroom and hoping to get lucky.

You almost always indulge in him, but you were both busy this morning so he knows it was for the better.

“Today your teams have been chosen based on your first-person shooter abilities. The top three FPS players,” the director says. “Consists of Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung. However, your team also has two of the worst first-person shooters: Jimin and Yoongi.”

“Yah!” Yoongi yells, everyone immediately laughing. Seokjin slaps his hand on his leg as both Yoongi and Jimin start yelling, their complaints parroting back and forth. “I’m not even that bad!”

“You’re really good at other things,” Taehyung assures Yoongi, hand on his shoulder.

Yoongi shrugs Taehyungs hand off but seems appeased for the moment, making Jungkook laugh. His hands are linked behind his back as the director continues, “Today you’ll be competing in a small series against two e-sports professionals from Arsenic.”

Everyone’s eyes turn to Jungkook. He blinks in shock, looking at the door that the director gestures to. You walk in through the door waving, eyes finding Jungkook and glinting dangerously, warm smile turning into a smirk. You’re in jeans and a black and green zip up with Arsenic’s poison cloud logo on the front.

Jungkook is so stunned to see you that he doesn’t hear what the director is saying – something about a 5 vs. 2 Valorant tournament. And while it might sound absolutely insane to the views the collective seven boys have who religiously watch Run BTS, he knows that it isn’t.

You and your pink-haired teammate – Arya, he realizes when he finally snaps out of his daze -are good enough to take him and four teammates down in Valorant.

Jungkook takes a deep breath. It is his second to best game behind Overwatch, and he has played with you so much and watched so many of your matches that he knows every game mechanic and tactic you use.

Sensing that his eyes have drifted back to you, you give Jungkook a wolfish grin. Despite being at work, he feels arousal shoot straight to his dick. You’re so fucking sexy when you’re competitive and he loves when you surprise him.  

It all makes sense now. Your refusal to tell him about your upcoming collaboration, the sly way you grinned at him this morning, your mounting nervousness. You always told Jungkook what was going on at work, even if it was top secret.

He narrows his eyes at you, a smile breaking out on his face as Arya introduces herself.

“I’m Arya better known as Arsenic Arya,” she grins, waving a hand. “I’m the eldest member of Arsenic, the first member of the team, and so far this act I am Immortal Three. I main Raze and Jett and I prefer fast, mobile play.”

There is a light, golf-style clap at your introduction. Jungkook’s eyes slide to you. You’re not looking at him, but he can see the twitch of that sensuous mouth as yours as you introduce yourself.

“I’m Y/N also known as Arsenic Ace –”

“Cause she be acing,” Taehyung and Jimin call out in singsong voices, making the room laugh.

Your eyes are shinning and Jungkook is falling falling falling for you, even though all you’re doing is standing in a room and working. “Yeah, that does happen. I was the third member of the team, and this act I already hit Radiant. I main Viper and Reyna and I prefer unpredictable, aggressive play.”

The rules are simple: there will be three rounds of games, each with a different set of rules, each handicapping either the stream team or the pro team.

Round One: Pros get to choose a map of their preference and they aren’t allowed to buy weapons on each first round of the half. The winning team will receive five points.

Round Two: Pros are only allowed to defend one plant site and are not allowed to rotate until their partner dies. The stream team gets to choose a map but may not choose Haven. The winning team will receive five points.

Round Three: Pros are not allowed to play agents that they are familiar with, but they may pick the map. The winning team will receive five points.

Bonus Round: One player from each team will go in a head-to-head Spike Rush match worth ten points.

 “At the half when it’s time to switch sides, the stream team may select one of the standby players to take someone’s place. The points may be redeemed at the end of the tournament to ‘purchase’ items for dinner.”

Two production assistants role out food carts. Jungkook’s team immediately groans. The premium items are five points each, with side dishes sitting between two and three points and seasonings and ingredients being one point each.

Jungkook knows that his team isn’t bad – Taehyung is excellent at first person shooters. But as good as Seokjin’s aim is, he hates games that require excess utility which Valorant does, and Yoongi is a little bit helpless when it comes to player versus player games.

Rolling back on his feet Jungkook listens as Seokjin reads from a card about what kind of game Valorant is and what viewers can expect. He tries to keep his eyes from drifting to you – he's working, for fuck sake – but he knows that you’re paying attention to the directors with your hands laced behind your back.

A total professional. You've always been harder to influence than Jungkook when it comes to distractions – especially devious ones.

Suddenly, Jungkook can’t focus on anything but wanting to rile you. He knows he needs to focus up for his team – he's going to be their linchpin if they want to win. He is the most familiar with the game play beside Taehyung, and he knows you better than anyone else in the room.

Someone calls his name and he blinks in surprise, eyes go wide as he looks at the camera. Jimin is smirking next to him, his eyes half-moons as he tries to contain his laughter and Jungkook knows that he was caught starting at you.

Browser loading, is what you like to call it when he gets that faraway look. He loves the way you think it’s cute – instantly cooing at him and kissing him as he forgets what it was, he was drifting off about anyway.

“You’ll be the team’s best weapon today, right?” The director asks. “Valorant is your second most streamed game behind Overwatch and you’ve participated in charity streams in conjunction with Arsenic before.”

“Uh,” he starts out nodding, “Yeah - yes. I’ve played it a lot since beta. I recently hit Diamond Two this act.”

“And you have insider information, since Arsenic Ace is your girlfriend?”

Jungkook flushes red and looks at his shoes. He notices that the white Nikes no longer have scuff marks, and it occurs to him that you must have heard him complaining about them and clean them. His heart swells and he warm further, nodding his head.

“Yes, I’m very familiar with her style. She won’t take it easy on us, though.”

They pause filming to set up near the computers.

Jungkook rushes over to you. You turn to him with a grin. “Surprise,” you whisper. “You’re not mad, are you?”

“No - this is so cool. How did this come about?”

“Jin actually proposed it a bit ago to Arya when they were at some sort of co-op event for Twitch. When she brought it up, she asked if I would want to do the program and I obviously said yes. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Oh I'm surprised.” He looks you up and down. You’re dressed simply, but he can smell you this close – you smell like the apartment you share and a light, floral fragrance. The combination of home and florals makes him dizzy. “Want to make a wager?”

You’re already ahead of him. “Loser has to submit,” you whisper to him. “You want to risk that? Want to risk being fucked dumb, baby?”

Your words shoot straight to his cock and he swears he’s about to pop hard on right there. He licks his lips, finding that he needs water – now.

“Come on, Jeon,” you croon, biting your bottom lip and pulling at the hem of his shirt. “Make the bet. I win and I get to do whatever I want to you tonight. You win and I’m yours.”

“You’re already mine.”

You narrow your eyes. “Bet or no?”

Jungkook knows it’s a win-win scenario. Either he’s going to have you lying on your back, begging for his cock to split you open or you’ll sink that pretty pussy down on him and make him sit there while you touch him gently all over. Or you’ll make him sit on his hands while you lick the tip of his cock gently, kittenish and teasing until he’s begging you fuck him, begging you to sit on his face, to anything.

“You’re on,” he growls. He has to adjust he’s jeans when you back away. Your eyes follow the movement, raising your brow as you do.

“Just don’t forget you’re not allowed to be a sore loser.”

-

“No,” you hear Jungkook yelling even through your headphones. “Don’t enter Viper’s ult. You light up red when you enter, and she’ll see you before you see her. Jin – stop shooting at spike, she doesn’t sit on spike in her ult, she shift walks to keep movement unpredictable and lure you in.”

Jungkook is trying and failing to get his team to listen to him. Seokjin plays too eager, shooting at the planted spike in your smoke and immediately giving you away. You throw your snake bite venom onto the spike, making it so that anyone who tries to diffuse will take damage fast.

Rotating out of Viper’s ultimate, you spot Seokjin exactly where he was shooting at you from ropes and tap him once. Seokjin let’s out a roar of frustration as you grin and enter your ult, the spike beeping a faster rhythm.

Arya spectates next to you, having been taken out by Jungkook before plant. She managed to take Jimin with her, and now it’s just you and Yoongi, who plays very tentatively with Sage.

You tune out Jungkook’s coaching of his older teammate while you navigate the green smoke. It’s match point of the first round – which you have handedly raced to a 12 – 4 score.

Sage walls under you suddenly, sending Viper up and out of ult. You’re fast, jumping down and locating the red outline on spike, one tapping Yoongi’s Sage and dropping her.

Arya screams as you win the game, pulling your headphones all the way off and rolling your sweat a little backward to grin at Jungkook. He is leaned back in his chair, patting Yoongi on the back who is now grumbling about why was I chosen for a player verse player game?

The second round goes better for the stream team as you’ve started calling them for the tournament. With the rules of the second round tying you to a sight until your teammate dies, you and Arya decide to pick Sentinels, agents whose purpose are to lockdown and defend site.

You’re not terrible with Chamber by any means, his utility almost giving you a dualist advantage, but the map is big and rotating while the stream team plants the spike after killing Arya is hard.

Thankfully, they don’t call you Ace for no reason.

Though Arya gets two herself as Jett, you grin like a maniac as you nail your fourth ace, killing all four of the stream team in rapid succession with Chamber’s ultimate – a sniper that not only works better than the op, but is a little easier to aim.

The chat in the bottom left screen starts lighting up, making you giggle

Jungkook.97: you are sweaty

Jungkook.97: touch grass

Jungkook.97: you can sleep on the couch

ArsenicAce: Can’t hear u over the sound of my ace and clutch <3

Jungkook makes it his only mission to take you out. His gameplay changes and you realize that Jungkook and Taehyung are more focused on eliminating you from site early to rush the plant before locking it down and fending off Arya.

The plan works in that it doesn’t: they do manage to eliminate you early in rounds when they rush your site, but Arya is good. She rotates fast, using Jett’s mobility to give her room to re-take site. When she gets an operator, they drop like flies, your teammate hitting every snipe.

You take round two but barely – finishing the round 13-10.

Jungkook continues spamming the chat – teasing you through text even though he’s not that far away. You smirk, fingers rapid fire on the keys as the stream team decides to swap out Yoongi (who is so relieved he cheers) for Namjoon at the beginning of round three.

Namjoon gives them the luck that he needs. Because you and Arya aren’t allowed to select agents that you’re familiar with, you make blunders early on when trying to use the utility of your characters. You’ve play Phoenix once in your life, managing to blind yourself around every corner and blind Arya multiple times.

After getting yourself smoked enough times, you stop using your utility altogether.

Arya doesn’t fare any better. She's taking the lead on the strategy, trying to use Sova to gather utility but she shoots her recon darts too high, too short and has killed you once or twice with her shock darts.

You are a laughing mess, wiping tears from your eyes as Namjoon defuses the spike after Arya shot her shock dart up into the sky screaming, “I have lineups!”

Her lineup fried you as you rotated onto site, her laughter so sudden and hysterical that it left her open to be taken out by Taehyung.

You lose the third round – graciously, of course – 6-13.

The bonus round is the only way that they can win, but everyone is laughing. Arya pats you on the head, nominating you for the 1 v. 1 before you can discuss it. Jungkook is not only the obvious choice when you’re selected to represent Arsenic, but he wants this.

He is hungry to beat you. The promise of getting to do whatever he wants to you for too good of a prize to let it go.

You go for the surprise agent selection. Jungkook expects you to puck Viper or Reyna – perhaps even Omen.

You go for Yoru. His favorite agent to play. You’re unsurprised when he tries to throw you off as well – Jungkook selects Chamber and you know he’s hoping the extra weapons utility will give him an edge.

Spike Rush is different. You load with full utility – no ultimate – and the guns are random. And it’s Jungkook’s demise immediately when you spawn first round with a sheriff. Blinding him is easy and it takes a one tap to win.

“YAH SHE SHOULDN’T BE ALLOWED SHERIFF’S!” Jungkook hollers, making you laugh. You can hear the frustration as the second round starts. “WHO USES THE SHORTY? NO ONE!”

It takes Jungkook all of 40 seconds to kill you with said bucky and correct his stance to, “SHORT IS AWESOME. EAT SHELLS.”

ArsenicAce: Lucky, Jeon.

Jungkook.97: EAT SHELLS

Jungkook is competitive. You feel a surge of frustration – not because you’re tied and not because he’s being mean – but because you are just as competitive and you want to win. You focus, going quiet as the round stars with an operator.

You let Jungkook onto sight before using Yoru’s dimensional drift, running past him and appearing down the same hall he came down. You pick him off so easily you hear the screech.

You’re one win away from the prize. Your heart rate speeds up as the round starts, but there was no reason to worry. You exchange fire with him but you land a headshot, making Jungkook scream in frustration.

Quick as possible, you rapid fire a message into the chat.

ArsenicAce: dominated.

You grin. It’s a promise and you bothknow it.

-

You’re swinging your legs back and forth, sipping a glass while sitting on the island counter when Jungkook walks in. He stops and looks at you, dropping his bag by the door and staring at you, a soft pout on his lips.

The wine is a sweet red, fruity on your tongue. Once the shoot was over, you kissed him goodbye and promised to meet him at home. He had grumbled a response, looking at his shoes and shifting from foot to foot.

Now he’s hesitating by the door. His eyes are wide and his lips downturned, Jungkook not leaving the safe haven of the doorway. You crook a finger at him, beckoning him. He shakes his head, pout deepening.

You click your teeth at him. “Kookie.”

“It wasn’t fair,” he says softly, looking at his shoes and kicking the wooden floor lightly. He looks so young when he does this – eyes round, lips full, the bottom lip stuck out more just a little bit more than the top lip, shoulders tucked and voice soft. “You’re a pro.”

“Life isn’t fair.”

“Yeah but I didn’t stand a chance.”

“You stood plenty of a chance. It was 5 vs. 2.”

“Still,” he huffs. “You guys are like a million ranks above my team.”

Setting your glass of wine down, the clink of the glass on the marvel is loud in the empty space between you. You lean forward, elbows on knees as you level a glare at your boyfriend. He chews the corner of his lips.

Nervous. He wanted to be in control today – you know he did. His little moves in the bathroom that morning hinted that he was itching to pin you down to the bed and make a mess of you.

Too bad he lost.

“You’re being a sore loser, Jungkookie.” He says nothing, nibbling his lip. “What did we talk about?”

“Not being a sore loser.”

“Come here.” Your voice is soft, almost a croon. “Have some of my wine, baby.”

The gentle voice pulls him toward you. His eyes are soft and brown, so beautiful that you feel yourself soften as he nears you. He smells like faded cologne and a little bit of sweat after a long day, but he smells like Jungkook and you love that.

Leaning back, you widen your legs so that he can slot himself between them. You grab your glass of wine and bring it up to his lips. His brown eyes are hypnotizing as he lets you tilt the glass gently, careful to not spill it all over him.

Jungkook’s throat bobs as he sips the wine. You pull it away, a red bead running down his chin. You lean forward, kissing the wine messily, tongue sneaking out to taste his skin and wine. He makes a breathy sound as you pull away.

“Sweet?” you murmur. He nods, eyes focused only on you. Gently, to brush the hair from his face. It’s longer on the top now, the side and underneath shaved. You love running your fingers through his hair only to scratch the short hair at the nap of his neck.

“Go shower,” you instruct him with a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Then get in bed. No clothes.”

He nods lips twitching in a smile. “Want you now though.”

You hum, squeezing his hips with your knees. “Wanna make you clean so I can get you all dirty again.”

Something like a moan escapes his lips and he reluctantly pulls away from you. He’s no longer the pouting, pride-wounded boy at the door. You can see you’ve enticed him now – soft dominance is the play now that you know his mood.

You hear the shower turn on. You’ve already showered, having slipped into a sheer lingerie set, the bra, garter belt and panties all sheer, skin tone mesh with white daises and pink, lace lining. It’s a contrast for the black sets you usually where when in charge, a fresh change to surprise Jungkook.

Though you hear him get out the shower, you don’t go into your bedroom right away. You move around the kitchen, grabbing glasses of water to place on the nightstand. Slowly, you walk into the room.

It’s dim, the only light the orange glow of the salt lamp on the dresser. Jungkook is laying on the bed, damp hair pushed out of his face. He is gloriously naked, sprawled with his hands fiddling with the chains around his neck.

And he’s half hard.

You smirk, knowing that Jungkook probably teased himself in the shower, too excited to be patient. You set the glasses of water on the nightstand and he reaches for you. You hiss at him and smack his hands away, making him frown and drop them on either side.

Jungkook is so perfect. Not just because his body is defined by tone muscle with a waist narrow enough to make you jealous, but because it’s his body. Because it holds everything you hold dear, because it keeps him happy and healthy.

You sit near his feet, eyes only for him. Smooth skin, flushed cheeks and neck, half-hard cock that is turning red at the tip. Your mouth waters.

“Did you touch yourself in the shower?” He shakes his head but doesn’t meet your eyes. You hum, pinching his ankle to make him look at you. “Did you touch yourself a little bit in the shower, Jungkookie? You can be honest with me.”

“Yes.”

“What were you think about?”

“You. Your mouth. Want it so fucking bad.”

“Yeah?” He nods. “Want to feel my mouth around your pretty cock? Want me to lick the tip just the way you like, want me to choke on it?”

“Fuck yeah.”

You smirk a bit. “Touch yourself for me. Show me how you did it, how you like to be touched.”

“You know how I like to be touched.”

You pinch his ankle again and he whines. Licking his lips, Jungkook lifts a hand to grip his cock in his hand. You stop him before he can stroke the shaft, drawing his wide-eyes on you, confused at what he did wrong.

Crawling forward, you straddle his knees. His breath quickens as you lean over him, gathering spit in your mouth and letting it dribble onto the tip of his dick. He curses under his breath. “Stroke your cock for me.” Your voice is a gentle caresses. “Get it nice and hard for me.”

Jungkook is breathy. You feel warm all over, your head emptying of thoughts as you watch his pretty, tattooed hand stroke up and down his cock. The only sound is that of the slick spit and precum he gathers at the tip, spreading it like lubrication. His breath quickens, your eyes focused on his cock. He whines and you look up.

“Hmm?”

“Want your hands.”

“Hmm. No. Want to get you nice and ready for me, yeah?” His knees shift under you. “Here, let me motivate you.”

Carefully, you pull the hoodie off your body, revealing the floral bra. Jungkook moans out loud then, head hitting the back of your headboard. You grin, sliding off of him to shimmy out of the sweatpants.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you.” You lean forward and give him a fleeting kiss on the lips. He chases after your mouth but you dance away from him, straddling his knees again. “Come on, baby. Just a little more. Need some more of my spit?”

He nods. You lean forward and spit on the tip of his cock again, making his hips twitch upward. “Go on,” you urge. “You’re being such a sweet boy for me.”

Jungkook’s eyes flutter as he closes them, stroking his cock with slow, even paces. You lightly run your nails up and down his thighs and he shivers violently, squeezing the base of his cock as you draw light sounds of him.

“Does that feel good?” You ask and he nods quickly. His pace has gotten faster. “Ah, slow.”

“Fuck,” he curses. “Please touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“Want you to touch my cock.”

“Then listen to me.”

“I’m sorry.”

His voice is so gentle that it makes you lean forward, surprising him as you steal a kiss from him. He drops his hands from his cock, fisting the sheets as you lick into his mouth, leading the kiss. It’s gentle and sloppy, Jungkook tilting his face up to you as you run your fingers through his hair, pulling lightly.

Another shiver goes through him as your run your nails against his scalp. You smile into the kiss, sucking his tongue gently. He whimpers.

“Want me to suck your cock like that?” You ask him. You pull back and he sticks his tongue out for you, nodding and pliant. “Ask nicely,” you mutter before dipping back down and sucking his tongue back into your mouth, brushing yours against his. “And maybe I’ll do it.”

“Please,” he asks quickly. “Want to feel your mouth so bad.”

You hum thoughtfully. Your mouth leaves his, pressing wet kisses along his jaw. You nip marks into him, leaving him panting underneath you. Your tongue traces his jaw, licking up to his ear. You nibble lightly on his lobe before whispering. “So sweet for me.”

Kissing down his neck sets a fire in Jungkook. His chest is flushed red, the coloring beautiful as it reaches up his neck. You pull at his sensitive skin with gentle teeth, laving over it with your tongue to sooth the sting.

Jungkook white knuckles the sheets as you pause at his chest, looking up at him through your lashes as your tongue darts out to circle a single, dusky nipple. Jungkook keens, the sound high pitch and faint. Carefully, you nip the bud gently, Jungkook bucking beneath you.

It’s hot – it’s more than hot. You watch his every reaction as you kiss across his chest to lick at his other nipple. His chest is rising and falling at a rapid rate as he pants, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he squeezes his eyes shut, squirming beneath you. You’re barely touching him but Jungkook has always been sensitive – especially when he’s not in control.

With your eyes still on him, you shuffle down the bed, kissing him every inch of the way. His eyes are back on you, half-lidded and hazy as he stares. You smile up at him, knowing that he’ll do whatever you ask. You love him like this, so needy for you, so willing to give you over every ounce of control and trust.

It fills you with pride, knowing that when he wants to grab your hair, he’s grabbing the sheets instead. Jungkook has learn to control himself, and it’s all so that you can please him.

“You’re so perfect,” you whisper. You grab his heavy cock in your hand. He sighs in relief. He’s hard and aching, thick girth begging for attention. You squeeze the base of his dick lightly as you lick the tip so lightly that he whines. “Love having you like this for me. Love when you let me take care of you.”

“Please,” he whispers.

You hum in response, bending down to suck just the crown of Jungkook’s cock in your mouth. He lets out a loud moan, increasing in volume as your tongue circles the tip. You come off of him with a gentle pop but you down pull away. instead, your tongue leisurely tracing the vein under his cock.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses loudly. “Can I touch you?”

“Nope,” you chirrup. “Hands to yourself. I’ll let you know when you can touch me.”

“Haven’t I been good?”

“I don’t know,” you hum. “You’ve not been super patient.”

“I’m sorry.”

The whine in his voice makes you smile. “That’s okay. Just relax for me, yeah?”

You feel him not more than you see him. You run your hands up and down his thick thighs, placing soft kisses on the flesh. Deciding to reward him for his patience, you give his dick a few slow strokes before you take him in your mouth in earnest.

Little sounds escape his mouth as he closes his eyes. You watch every minute expression on his face, the way his brows crease in pleasure, the way his mouth falls open as he gasps when you sink the warmth of your mouth down on him, hollowing your cheeks for extra suction.

Jungkook is beautiful getting blown. He is so expressive, head rolling to the side. He pants, sweat beading on his chest as you bob your head, making sure to suck him loud and sloppy, just the way he likes it.

For what you can’t reach, you pump with your hand, moving in a steady tandem as he twists the sheets in his hands, thighs and hips jumping with twitches as he moans. You pull off him again, gathering your spit to let it drip from your lips to his tip, pumping his cock faster with a firm hand, twisting at the top the way he likes.

Your boyfriend is melting beneath you.

“Gonna cum if you don’t stop,” he rasps, voice rough. He nods – more to himself than you. “Gonna cum.”

You feel it, the twitch in your hand. You pump him faster and as he begins to twist himself into the sheets, you let go. Jungkook’s eyes snap open with wild fury as you crawl away from him, grinning and settling on your knees just a foot away from him.

“No!” he protests, throwing his head back against the headboard. “Please make me cum please make me come please.”

His begging is cute and soft. You crawl forward, hushing him with a kiss that is more gentle than you’re being with his dick. He licks into your mouth, hungry and wanting, hands pulling at your thighs. He tries to steer you toward his cock but you’re firm, nails digging into the tops of his shoulders.

“Sweet boys make their girlfriends cum first.”

“Yes,” he agrees, looking up at you with blown pupils and pure adoration. You tuck damp strands of hair behind his ear. “Please let me touch you. Want to make you cum.”

“Touch me where, hmm?”

“Sit on my face,” he answers with no hesitation. “Please. Want to taste you.”

“Take these off me, then.”

Jungkook moves too fast. You smack foreheads and groan, holding your head where his hit yours. He apologizes, taking your face in his hands and kissing the spot. You smile as he kisses your lips and murmurs one more apology before his hands, trembling with the denied orgasm, are pulling at the dainty underwear.

“These are beautiful,” Jungkook murmurs. He slides the material down your legs and you help him get them off you. He places them delicately on the bed instead of tossing them. “You’re beautiful. And good at gaming.”

“Yeah?” You push him back. Jungkook slides down the bed, head resting on pillows as you climb up his body. You grab him by the chin gently, making him look at you. “I deserve a good orgasm after winning today, hmm? Going to congratulate me?”

He nods and sticks his tongue out. You know what he’s asking for. You gather spit in your mouth, letting it pool from yours to his. He folds his tongue back in his mouth, swallowing before opening again. You grin at him, so fucking turned on that it takes all of your control not to tell him to fuck you senseless right there.

“Fuck you’re so good,Jungkook.”

His grin is blinding.

Shifting, you carefully put your knees on either side of his head, hovering your dripping core over his eager mouth. You moan breathily when you feel the heat of his breath on your pussy, breath caught in your throat.

“You’re so wet,” he breathes, the words ghosting over your slit. You look down between your legs, where Jungkook is fixated. He licks his lips and lifts his mouth upward, giving a tentative lick that has you sighing in relief. “Mmmm.

“Go on,” you encourage him. With one hand, you hold the headboard. The other cards gently through his hair. “Make me cum, baby.”

Jungkook hums. His hands go to your waist, pulling your pussy further down to his mouth. Your eyes shut and a shaky breath slides through you as he starts to take slow, long licks from hole to clit. The feeling of his rough tongue slowly sliding through your folds makes you grip his hair harder.

Little sounds of pleasure escape him, sighs and humming and moans as he fastens his mouth to your clit, sucking gently. Pleasure shoots through you, your thighs turning soft and jelly as Jungkook begins to eat you out in earnest.

Messy sounds of Jungkook licking, sucking and fucking your hole with his tongue feel the room, accompanied by your soft praises. A steady hum has settled in your stomach, growing as he sucks particularly harshly on your clit.

“Fuck that feels so good, Jungkook.” You rock your hips against his mouth and he flattens his tongue, letting you fuck yourself on his face. “You know exactly how to eat my pussy, don’t you?”

“Mmmm.” His tongue circles your clenching hole a few times before sliding back up to suckle on your clit. “Love eating your pussy.”

“Yeah? Love it when I fuck myself on your tongue?”

“Yes.”

“God, you’re going to make me fucking cuuuum.” You’re panting, barely able to catch your breath. You feel hot all over as your hips take over, finding a rhythm that has you resting your head on the headboard, gasping as you chase your orgasm. “Fuck, Jungkook – so fucking good keep going.”

He hums, fingers digging into the meat of your ass as he helps you ride his face further. “Please cum,” he gasps between harsh sucks on your bundle of nerves. “Wanna taste it. Please.”

It’s the way he sucks on your clit hard and the way he asks so sweetly for your cum that sends you flying over the edge. You squeeze your eyes shut, cursing and pulling his hair tightly as you cum undone, thighs shaking, lungs heaving as you ask for air.

You’re dizzy with the force of your orgasm, muscles in your thighs jumping as Jungkook licks at your hole lazily, not letting a drop go to waste. You sag against the headboard, catching your breath and running your fingers through Jungkook’s hair gently.

“Fuck that felt so good,” you whisper. “Love when you let me ride your face.”

You shift back down so you’re straddling his waist. Jungkook’s lips are wet with spit and cum, the perfect combination. You grab him by the chin, leaning down to swallow his moans as you kiss him fiercely, leading him through the kiss.

Jungkook’s heart rattles against your other palm, skipping and beating and dancing. It beats in time with yours, two wild hearts ready to burst through your ribcage. You love Jungkook so much it hurts sometimes, especially in moments like this where you need no other language but the whisper of skin on skin, the smack of your lips.

“Need you,” Jungkook whispers between messy kisses made of tongue and teeth. “Please. Want to feel good with you.”

“Yeah?” You purr, running nails lightly up his chest. You leave pink marks in its wake. “Gonna let me bounce on your cock?” He nods as you rake your nails back down, just a little harder, angry red lines chasing your hands. “Gonna let me cum first since I won?” Jungkook nods again. “Take this off me.”

Slow hands rub up your thighs, your hips. Jungkook is delicate as he unhooks the garter belt from you, dropping it next to you. His hands are rough from years of different activities. Goosebumps follow in the wake of his hands as they trace your soft curves to your breasts. He squeezes you over the bra, thumbs lightly brushing back and forth across your nipples. You sigh, lids closing as you let him explore your skin.

It's like Jungkook can’t tough enough of you, hands skating up and down your back, felling the pattern of your spin, molding his fingers and hands to the muscles of your back. He unhooks your bra on the second try. You angle your arms so that it’s easier for him to pull it off. The fabric scratches your skin lightly, making you feel overheated and electric.

You look at Jungkook and see a single thing: adoration.

No matter who is leading the way, no matter if the sex is rough or soft or a quicky in the car on a lunch break, Jungkook looks at you with unbound adoration. You’ve been together for years and even when you tried out something new with awkward, tangled limbs and bumping foreheads, you could look at him when you were hesitant and see how much he loved you.

See how much he needed you.

That fire spurs you onward. You love him just as much, especially when he makes a gasping sound as you grab his cock, running the tip up and down your slit, wetting him enough to sink slowly down on him.

Your gaze is locked on watching him as you slowly spear yourself on his cock. The stretch doesn’t hurt – it fills you up, making everything tight and full and wonderful. Your thighs shake, still recovering from the orgasm Jungkook gave you a few seconds ago but you don’t care.

Stuffed full of his cock and fully seated, you watch as the muscles in his body twitch and flex. His entire body reacts to you, especially when you clench your walls on him, grinning as he trembles beneath you.

Jungkook looks up at you with those soft eyes, fists at his side and waiting for you to do something, to do anything.

“What do you want, baby?” you ask him. “Tell me what you want.”

“Want to touch you?”

You roll your hips experimentally, both of you gasping as his dick reaches the deepest parts of you. “Touch me how? Use your words.”

“Wanna suck those tits while you fuck me.”

You trace your hands up your sides slowly, brushing them over your body. You push your breasts together as you slowly begin to roll your hips, sliding up and down his girth. Jungkook makes tiny little sounds under you, veins in his neck flexing.

“Yeah?” you ask using the power of your thighs to fuck yourself on him slowly. “Want to give that beautiful mouth something to do while I get off?”

He nods. “Sit up for me, then. Lean against the headboard.”

Careful not to pull out of you, Jungkook shifts so that he can lean against the headboard. You’re in his lap, fully seated. Jungkook’s obsession with your tits comes out in full form when you’re in charge, his mouth hungrily seeking your right nipple.

A light sigh escapes your mouth as you set a steady pace, rolling your hips to pull you forward and back on his cock. Jungkook moans as his tongue flicks back and forth over your nipple, sucking gently while his hand comes to play with the other.

Your hands dig into his shoulders for support, pushing on the muscle there to lift your hips every time you roll forward, coming down a little harder on his cock as you do. He pants against your chest, kissing all the skin accessible to him as you focus on the tip of his cock brushing your g-spot. You shift a little and find it, a moan forming his name escaping your lips.

“Fuck,” he curses softly. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah? You like it when I fuck you like this?” He nods, nose brushing the valley of your breasts. “You like it when I beat you at video games too, don’t you? You complain about it but I see the way you look at me after.”

You up the pace, bounding fully in his lap. His hands continue to squeeze and massage your breasts, heightening your rippling pleasure every time you sink down on his cock. Jungkook makes you feel so good and even though your words are tight and a growl, you’re coming undone for him. You always come undone for him.

“Love when I kick your ass, hmm?”

“Yes.”

“Love showing off how good I am to all your friends, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck,” you growl. “You’re so fucking perfect Jungkook. Love the way you make me feel, love the sounds you make, love you.”

“Please cum,” he pants. “Not gonna last if you keep doing that. Please.”

Your right hand goes from his shoulder to his neck. You look down at him first, watching for a reaction. He nods his head subtly, leaning back on the headboard and closing his eyes, letting you take control as his hands rests on your hips, applying a little pressure to help you bounce on him.

“So fucking pliant for me,” you gasp, your fingers inching to the edge of his throat. You don’t squeeze as much as you use his pressure points as a place to put your weight. His eyes are fluttering behind closed lids, breathing coming out in soft gasps between swollen and bitten lips. “Such a good fucking boyfriend, so fucking sweet.”

Jungkook hums under your praise. You fuck yourself onto him earnestly, hearing skin against skin, feeling the sweat of sliding bodies, the thick tension in the air. Your stomach coils and your head falls back as you gasp, feeling your orgasm wind and wind and wind until it snaps.

You gasp through it, slowing your hips slightly and shaking as you cum hard around him. Jungkook digs his fingers into your hips, bruising and scratching your flesh. He’s trying not to cum, you can feel him panting beneath you.

You duck your lips to his ear, nipping lightly as you whisper, “Cum baby.” You give his neck a tiny squeeze. “Cum for me.”

Jungkook does. He goes rigid beneath you, head digging into the headboard as you let go of his throat. He seizes harder as the blood rushes through him. You kiss his brow, his hairline, his nose, his temple as he cums, quivering beneath you.

Gently, you still your movements on top of him. It is sticky between you, chest on chest, his arms wrapped around your hips. You’re both panting, hot breath fanning the other. You run your hands through his hair repeatedly, kissing him all over his face as he catches his breath.

Slowly, you lean over toward the nightstand, his softening cock falling out of you. You hate the loss of him, wincing slightly as you feel a mix of cum running down your thighs. You leave it alone, grabbing a glass of water and bringing it back to him.

Jungkook opens his eyes, looking up at you like you hold the stars in the night sky for him. You smile gently as he accepts the water, taking large, solid gulps.

He leans up when he finishes the glass to press a firm, sweet kiss on your lips. Your hands tangle in the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck.

“Thanks for not being a sore loser,” you murmur against his lips, smiling.

He gives your hips a squeeze. “Oh that’s because I want a rematch.”

“Seriously?”

Jungkook grins. “So, when can we play?

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🌷 Whenever he says 'you don’t know what you do to me” to OC and calls her f*ckable, I want to melt into a puddle but since most of the time it's during smut I just evaporate into air. This drabble series just delivers all the namjoon goodies and all the stuff we cry about - his joobs aka namtiddies (lol), his smartness and his crush-worthy ways, the way he looks so strong...and so tall...and so warm....and so hot...just so perfect. The way he adores OC is just so smutty and endearing (a surprising combo but it works so well). This always gets me warm all over, I love love love. 🥰🥵.

Also realizing the newer drabbles haven’t been linked to this masterlist yet: the bicep | that drabble with shirtless Joon x gym 🥵 | softie joonie comforting reader | grey sweats namjoon | the farting joonie drabble  | joonie meets jimin | 34 + 35 |  christmas market date |  fluffy rolling around the bed | impreg/inflation kink + hentai lol | the cutest piggyback 🥺

pups series

23/12: the precursor 25/12: the first proposition (m) 28/12: riding (m) 31/12: pwp: a nascent thing (m) 03/04: feels new (semi-m) 10/04: shower (semi-m) 01/05: oral (m)

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🌷 I love your drabbles 😍. I still remember some that I've read (the Taehyung miscommunication one is still potent in my memory). This is just so funny and cute! Hoseok's coffee line took me out 🤣 (because I'd be him in this scenario, grabbing opportunity to get free coffee).

— tints.

+ genre and warnings :: tattoo artist guk + florist reader, fluff, connected to the other tattoo artist guk drabble (stains) that i will attempt to link when tumblr get its act together, but you don’t have to read that to understand this!

+ notes :: i wrote that other tattoo artists guk drabble on a whim bc the concept was too cute to ignore, and i’ve gotten a few requests for a part two, plus i’ve been thinking about the dynamics between hoseok and yoon and guk in the parlor a lot, so here we are

+ side notes :: i just realized namjoon hasn’t been introduced in this au……that will be fixed shortly i promise

“You’d think that after three months of coming in here every day for lunch, you’d have stopped shaking at the sight of needles by now, sweetheart,” Hoseok grins when Yoongi opens the black case containing his tattoo gun. 

“Can it,” you mutter back, but it only makes Hoseok chuckle louder. 

“You know, Guk isn’t gonna break up with you if you don’t do this,” Yoongi joins in. 

“No, no I know,” you shake your head, “I actually wanted this for a while, he just, gave me courage to do it, I guess.”

Yoongi eyes you for a moment, looking for a wavering resolve. He’s seen plenty of people come into the shop looking for tattoos they didn’t really want, and he’s refused to ink them—from bumbling, drunk college kids, to lovesick couples, to stress-ridden business men. 

But he didn’t see that in your eyes. You were doing this for yourself, not for Jeongguk; the fact that your boyfriend happened to be heavily tatted and an artist himself was purely a coincidence. So he shrugs, continues to wipe down the gun, and you continue to shake in anticipation. 

“It’s gonna hurt, right?” you question, as Yoongi slips his hands into a pair of latex gloves.

“It’s a tattoo, little miss marigold,” Hoseok sniggers, “Doesn’t it hurt the flowers when you pluck em from the ground?”

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🌷 I feel comforted by this fic 🥺. And I know they were betting on cookies and Jungkook's state of being undressed but it came out super soft and comforting. 'I was lonely too' - I felt this 🥺

“Half a cookie. And the shirt stays off”

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Word Count: 1458

Genre: angst, fluff (mostly soft and mushy)

Warnings: reader self-doubt (headspace warning)

Summary: Jungkook has been on tour for months, and you can’t help the loneliness and doubt that’s begun to haunt you, alone in your apartment.

You watched the rain patter against the window, fingers curled loosely around the mug of tea that had no doubt cooled off by now.  Sighing, you lurched back onto your feet, padding to the kitchen to reheat it.  The quiet of the apartment felt heavy—a weighted blanket pressing into you, not quite comforting.  The sharp beeps from the microwave cut through that silence, shaking you out of your reverie.

You missed him, you mused, lips twisting in a wry smile.  Jungkook had been on tour for months now, and wouldn’t be back in Seoul anytime soon.  You knew better than to miss him.  But there you were, staring out the window and wishing he was in the same time zone at least.  Then you could call him without feeling guilty.

Just the other day, you’d been stupid, not thinking.  It was a bad day, and you had worked so hard to even remember how to reach out to your circle of people on those days.  So you pressed the call button, curled up on the bed in the dark, just listening to the dial tone on the speaker.  And when he answered, voice foggy, you burst into tears.  Because how could you have forgotten where he was?  Jungkook had a concert the next day and you’d called him at some ungodly hour in the morning.  What was stopping him from just cutting you loose entirely?

Jungkook was a sweetheart, his soft voice a balm to your nerves, even over tinny speakers from half a world away.  He’d told you a dozen times that you could call him, day or night, and he would answer.  He said he always wanted to be there for you, since you were always there for him.  He even apologized to you, much to your dismay.

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🌷 I love this Jungkook! What a keeper and what a perfect boyfriend?! 🥺 gah where do we find this kind of Jungkook irl huh. It's like he's too good, too perfect that it becomes a problem too because he's too considerate. I like the angst and how it centered on hurdles they need to talk about (or rather failed to talk about). I like how the domestic details in this fic give this couple a distinct branding - like the candles, listening to records, just hanging out, ans snuggling. This is a good one 💜

Hands On Me - Chapter 1

Pairing: Reader / Jungkook

Genre:  College!au, fluff, mild angst, smut 

Length:  4,341k  words

Warnings:  language, sexual themes 

Summary:  You’d never had much luck with relationships, and experience had taught you to shy away from physical intimacy. But when you started dating your neighbor, Jungkook, you began to think he was worth the risk. College AU. 

A/N:  Next chapter coming soon. I originally wrote this a few months ago based on a prompt I got from my writer’s group. It was supposed to be college based romance, couple’s first time together, mildly angsty, and include the dialogue “Do you want to break up?” I sort of vaguely pictured JK when I was writing the male lead, at least visually, so I thought I would post it as a reader fan fic, which I’ve never written before. I usually write Marvel fan fic at AO3 in third person (not second person) so this isn’t as natural for me. Also, this is just for funsies because I don’t do real life shipping with real life people, though I do enjoy reading some of the well written fics I’ve seen in the fandom. If people enjoy this one, I might post more as I have a lot of short story prompts I’ve written for my club and don’t do anything with. 

Chapter 1

Snuggled up on the sofa watching TV together was how you spent most evenings with your boyfriend, Jungkook. You did a quick clean that morning in anticipation of him coming over since he seemed to prefer being in your space, though it hardly mattered; home was just a few doors down regardless of which apartment you chose to spend time together in.

You shifted your attention from the book you were reading to Jungkook’s profile, fingers itching to trace the sharp jawline that attracted so many women to the gym where he worked as a part-time trainer while he finished university. He also needed a haircut, but he’d shrugged off the suggestion when you mentioned it earlier that week. The slightly longer, inky black locks suited him though.

He was focused on the basketball game that had gone into overtime, his thumb absentmindedly stroking against your hip as you leaned against him. Being close to him was a double-edged sword lately and a reminder that he hadn’t really touched you in a while. Not since that night a few weeks ago.

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🌷 one jealous dom!jungkook who'd use his doe eyes for evil purposes, please. 🥵💦. that was scandalous and I bet the reason nobody passed by the area was because they could hear OC x Jungkook akdhksuwjeksjdjd! how embarrassing (and so hot 🔥 because it's Jungkook 👀)

green room - jungkook x reader

A/N: anon request for a post-concert jealous Jungkook. He’s not happy that you were teasing him while he was performing Euphoria, and now it’s time for you to get your just-desserts. Word count 1.8k. Warnings for sexually explicit content: exhibitionism, public sex, unprotected sex, dom!jk, sub!reader, dirty talk, cum eating (does it count as cum eating when it’s hers not his?).

His breath is hot on your neck. “Did you think that was funny, hm?”

“Not here, Jungkook.”

“Oh?” He’s smiling but it’s bitter, harsh. “Is my baby girl making demands now? See, I’m pretty sure when you decided that teasing me out there in front of all those cameras was a good idea, you lost your right to decide where exactly I’ll fuck you.”

You press your body back into the concrete of the stadium hallway, shivering at the way the coldness seeps past your t-shirt. “Jungkook, come on. I was just playing around.”

You can hear the way footsteps echo throughout the area’s backstage area. This hallway is all but abandoned for now, but it’s impossible to not feel exposed when someone could pass through at any moment. Jungkook has one hand propped up on the wall, elbow crooked above your right shoulder as he leans in. Unlike you, he seems completely unconcerned about any onlookers. “Alright, then. You had your fun. It’s my turn to play now.”

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🌷 Intense Jungkook is something else and I'm here for OC getting everything and more. I wish there's a title for this drabble. The Nonstop Nut November is a steamy idea 🔥.

9:09 PM- Jungkook

(A/N: 4/7 NNN... Why do I feel like I'm exposing myself for writing this one... Uh, feedback is appreciated, I suppose.)

Jungkook and you were not participating in No Nut November.

He actually got personally offended when someone brought up the idea, scoffing in an annoyed fashion and scrunching his face up. You hadn't noticed how quiet he got after that, brow furrowed in concentration while his eyes zipped around the room like there was a storm brewing in his mind. You hadn't noticed the evil little smirk on his face as he held the car door open for you when the two of you were going home, scanning the length of your body while calculations swirled in his head.

"We're not doing no nut november," Jungkook announced when he got in the car, pulling the gear shift into reverse.

"No, definitely not." You said flatly, digging in your bag for chapstick. You offered it to him silently, smiling slightly when he didn't make a move to take it from your hand, pouting his lips adorably instead. You leaned forward, swiping the lip balm across lightly with intense focus.

"We should do the opposite- nut as much as we can." He proposed, smirking as he pulled out of the parking lot.

You froze, staring at him blankly, waiting for him to continue but it really was a simple idea. You pursed your lips, wondering how bad of an idea this was. "Nonstop Nut November," You mumbled.

"Nonstop Nut November." He repeated, grinning at you wolfishly. A shudder went down your spine, wondering what plan he had in that evil little head of his.

Whatever you expected, this was more.

More than more- it was overwhelming.

"Go faster," Jungkook snapped, slapping the soft skin of your thigh lightly.

You whined, feeling him tug your thighs further down onto his mouth, tongue pushing into your wet pussy as you grinded down on his face, rolling your hips against him. You gripped the headboard tighter, clenching your core in some lame attempt to sway your hips against his tongue faster, wondering how many time he had made you cum tonight. You started out on your back, then on your knees, now you were sitting on his face- it was all a blur, his definition of nonstop being a little more intense than you had initially intended.

A thick, tattooed arm wrapped up your torso possessively, gripping your breast in one hand and kneading it thoroughly. You laid your hand on top of his to keep it there, feeling his rough fingers bead your nipple. His fingers were calloused- skin toughened from gripping drumsticks, lifting weights, slamming against a punching bag- you name it. Jungkook was good with hands, you could testify to that.

Jungkook grunted under you, spreading vibrations through your pussy while his tongue continued to alternate between pushing into your wet hole and circling your clit, He pulled away for a moment, eyes flicking up to yours where you kneeled above him while his other hand played with your folds, "You taste so fucking good- even sweeter after cumming for me so many times. Doing such a good job for me."

"I think I'm gonna cum again," You warned, resting your forehead against the headboard.

"Go ahead," He nodded, diving back into your pussy. You moaned, bouncing on his face as his tongue lapped against your center, fingers rubbing at your clit consistently. He was even better with his tongue, hips bucking against him. He blew hot breath against you, sending a tingle up your body and into your hands, finger tensing even more. You moved your hand to his hair, gripping the soft strands between sharp nails, digging into his scalp. He hissed at the pressure and scraped his teeth against your clit in retaliation. You were sensitive from overstimulation at his point, one touch to the bundle of nerves and you were done- cumming instantly.

Your orgasm was almost painful, moaning loudly as your vision whited out but Jungkook didn't bother stopping, liking the way you made a mess on his face, withering above him uselessly, his to do with what he wanted. You didn't have time to recover, being manhandled to roll over onto your back by your boyfriend.

"Again- give me another," He demanded, pushing two fingers into your pussy instantly. The muscles of your pussy spasmed wildly, pulsing around his digits uncontrollably as you gasped, reaching out to grab Jungkook for some stability. "Come on baby, please, fucking give me another- cum for me again, yeah?"

"O-Ok," You gasped, eyes rolling back.

"Color?" He asked, slowing down for a moment. You forgot to reply, feeling him stop completely before groaning in annoyance, tightening your grip around his wrist.

"Fucking green- keep going." You seethed, throwing your head back.

Jungkook laughed, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses along your jawline and down your neck. His tongue snaked up to your ear, nipping at your earlobe seductively as his fingers stretched your wet folds apart. He liked you like this, shamelessly demanding, filthy for him. "You like my fingers? Like what they do to you?"

"Fuck yes," You moaned, dragging out the syllables. Your voice sounded too breathy, too whiny to be yours.

"You want another one?" He asked, teasing you endlessly.

"Yeah," You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut, "Yeah, I really do."

"Good girl," He grinned.

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“I love you.” There it was. That sentence that ruined lives of people. According to you, the world had twisted the beauty of that word.

🌷 I've been meaning to post my reaction to this. I was just in my little bubble of emotions elicited by this fic and its intertwining past and present scenes. I could feel how small OC felt and how patient Jungkook was all throughout. There's this phrase I used to hear:  "to be loved you must be lovable". But what about moments where you're not you're most lovable self? Who is willing to stay if it is hard to love you? I guess that's what Jungkook did and it's wonderful, really. But I am also more interested in OC's journey to getting better (with or without someone like Jungkook). This part I was waiting for and we see this depicted a bit in the end. Maybe not full healing for OC yet, but we all know she's getting there and she took the first step towards removing her walls bit by bit.

I like it when a story captures heartbreak and its rawness. That part when OC discovered Taehyung x bestfriend but she just stared at the framed photos, if it was a scene from a film, would've been music-less and just bleak. Some people deal with heartbroken discoveries like this and I find it fascinating too.  That part she broke down and the scene with Tae and the best friend - I feel like I could've been the one screaming and throwing shards of glass. It hurts and maybe I'm bleeding but I just want to scream my feelings out. The most satisfying scene is something that wasn't actually written here but it's when Jungkook did something to Taehyung (lol I want a breakdown of this part). As much as the story with Taehyung hurts, there's something about Jungkook that's very solid and reassuring. The differences between the two types of loves were captured so well and it makes me think that getting hurt is not so bad only if it leads you to the right person. This heartbreak is written so well. My heart hurts but it’s also healed in the end. 

I love you too. (Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook One Shot)

Requested by @adsku

Summary: You don’t want to love again, thanks to Kim Taehyung and your best friend’s little secrets but Jungkook doesn’t want to give you up. Not when you always deny the three words he keeps telling you.

Pairing: Jungkook×Reader, Taehyung×Reader

His heart beat rhythmically in his chest, your head resting on the expanse of his skin and your hands wrapped around his waist. His fingers drew circles on your back, a smile gracing your lips at how content you felt. 

“I think we should get a seven tiered cake on our wedding.” Taehyung voiced, earning a chuckle from you as you looked up at him. His lips turned into a pout, eyebrows etched together in a frown. “I wasn’t joking." 

You shook your head, picking yourself up and straddling him. Taehyung rested his head on the headboard of the bed, his eyes raking over your body which was covered only in undergarments as an aftermath of the sexual activities you had engaged in, just moments ago. He placed his hands on your hips, smiling at the promise ring that glinted on his finger. "You haven’t proposed to me, Taehyung, it’s only promise rings.” You replied, your voice soft and breathy in the dark room. Taehyung rolled his eyes, getting up and pushing you onto your back before hovering over you. His rubbed his nose against yours, his forehead resting upon yours.

“It’s a promise ring. Which means I promise to be with you forever. I’ve booked you for myself so someday, we’re definitely getting married.” He explained, holding your wrists in place on either side of your head. You bit your lips, your heart racing in your chest as you admired the man before you. Taehyung was simply beautiful. The charming personality was just a bonus. You couldn’t bring yourself to believe that it had been three years since your relationship began, every day being something new with Taehyung by your side. All your friends always told you that he was a gem, especially Jane, your best friend since forever. You treasured your love, knowing that you’ll never be so smitten with anyone else. 

“Okay then, my future husband. What else do you have in mind?” You asked sweetly, laughing when Taehyung’s head fell to your shoulder, a soft groan escaping his lips at the nickname. “You make me absolutely insane. I love you so much.” He mumbled, his lips leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck which had you fluttering your eyes shut. His lips trailed down your body, his hands letting go of your wrists and caressing your skin.

“I love you too.”

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You glanced at yourself in the mirror, running your fingers across the smooth material of the light blue dress you were wearing. Your silver stilettos glimmered in the lights, your hair neatly styled at the back of your head. Your make up was subtle, enough to hide all the flaws that tainted your face. You sighed, concluding that you finally looked perfect to be attending a wedding. 

“And who gave you permission to look so gorgeous? Now I’ll have to fight every man who looks your way.” You rolled your eyes, a faint smile playing at your lips as you turned around to see your boyfriend standing by the door, clad in a dark grey suit. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him smiling fondly at you, a dimple digging into his cheek. “Says the man who has every patient of his swooning over him.” You teased, grinning as Jungkook walked towards you while laughing. It was ironic, actually, seeing as you used to be his patient too. The difference was that Jungkook was the one who started wanting something more from you. 

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🌷 Oh wow this is just pure smut but that was one feral Jungkook going at it as if rent is due tomorrow 😁. He's so hot 🔥🥵.

Intense Desires (m) │ jjk

➤ pairing│Jungkook x female reader ➤ summary│Jungkook actions are sure to leave you unable to walk in the morning.  ➤ rating│NC-17, mature, 18+ ➤ genre│smut, boyfriend au ➤ warnings│instant smuuuut under the cut, kinda rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral (female receiving), dirty talk, multiple orgasms ➤ word count│1.2k│semi edited ➤ release date│August 26th 2019  ➤ disclaimer│This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

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🌷 something that's been sitting in my drafts for months! I actually re-read parts of it so I can react properly and I truly enjoyed revisiting this as a werewolf au enthusiast. I love this alpha!jungkook who's all about consent and consideration. He is so enamored by OC and the first parts of the fic were all about his adoration which had me swooning over. He's such a babje really 😍. As an alpha, he could have let his instincts take over and make...demands. But he never did that. OC had to be the bold one just so something will happen . When he finally succumbed (lol), my my my, please make way for the alpha hotness to take over. This is such a cute (and hot) take on a werewolf x human relationship during 'heat/rut'. I appreciate how Jungkook was written too. He's probably the sweetest dom alpha I've ever read. Truly a keeper 💕.

war of hormone

member: jeon jeongguk

category: werewolf au, some fluff, smut

word count: 5.6k

warning(s): werewolf!jeongguk, dom!jeongguk, sub!reader, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), consensual sex, cursing, daddy kink, spanking, choking, biting/marking, dirty talk, mention of impregnation, oral (female receiving), fingering, creampie, implied second round

note(s): this took me so long to edit since i'm an absolutely horrible procrastinator. but here you go! enjoy reading!

Why now, of all times, does Jeongguk have to be hard the moment you visit him? Thankfully, his problem leads to a rather...pleasurable but unexpected event.

You've been plaguing his mind lately.

The image of you, to be more precise. Like when sunshine beams on your hair just right, revealing your natural highlights; how your eyes shimmer without your sunglasses in the way; how the skin below your eyes puffs up when you smile or laugh beautifully; how your complexion deepens when you're outside too much, glowing without even trying; how your figure effortlessly flows into elegant curves he can't seem to keep his attention off of; how your personality can range from sweet to harsh, you name it.

Sue him, you're absolutely perfect in his eyes.

God, just picturing you almost has Jeongguk drooling. Almost, but it isn't his fault. It's the wolf in him, the controlling, dominant alpha that's been nearly impossible to keep in chains, he's having issues with. Every moment he thinks of you, he sees you, or even speaks to you makes him internally insane, especially your intoxicating scent that drives him up the wall in all the worst yet best ways. You're the sole reason why he's struggling to maintain his wolf, the cause of his war of hormones.

The first time he laid eyes upon you was a year ago at a bookstore, a few weeks before he invited you to join him on a date. He secretly went the same days you did just to learn more about you, and the way your eyes lit up whenever you found a book that interested you interested him. The amount of courage he gathered before he spoke to you, to ask you to go out with him was immense, and he thought for a second that you weren't going to accept, but when you did, he almost howled with joy. You grew close during those first few weeks, shared your first kiss after a month - you were fairly awkward about physical intimacy up until that moment - and now, you're his official girlfriend of nine months, which were the best nine months of his entire life. You're everything he's ever dreamed of in a girl. His pride, his joy, his source of strength, and you're so incredibly smart and caring.

Yet... Yet you've been dropping by more frequently, which has his fantasies auto-playing without his consent whenever you're not around. Particularly the fantasy where you're laid out before him, your gorgeous body bare and vulnerable, your eyes full of tears from how much he's teasing you, tasting you with his tongue and torturing your abused pussy with his fingers, begging him to slide his cock inside you and fuck you until you can't walk or think straight. It's an image only he can see, and it's one he doesn't plan on sharing with anyone else.

You're his, and his only. And he is yours.

Currently, Jeongguk is glaring down at the enormous tent in his sweatpants and internally cursing his ancestors and his alpha genes for being so unnaturally big; more like long and thick, two traits that'll make any girl cry. His ruts - those long, painful periods of time where he feels like mounting every girl in sight - are especially bad. There'd be weeks upon weeks where he'd try his best to avoid you, his innocent, adorable girlfriend. It's an incredibly difficult feat, though. You're like a drug, one he can't get enough of, and this is where he wishes his parents had warned him drugs can also be in the form of another person. His relationship with you is not toxic or abusive by any means; you're more like an aphrodisiac, which he knows isn't any better.

During his ruts, he limits himself from you, like cutting back on his messages, calls, and video chats. He's afraid he'll scare you if you ever see him like that, intimidated by his high stamina and libido, but there's a main reason: he doesn't want you to hear how breathless and flustered and irritatingly hard he is, as hard as a goddamn rock, and your voice does not help at all.

His excuse for his long weeks of abhorrent torture is this: once a month, his work schedule becomes extremely hectic. To blend in with the humans, he scores a job at a rather powerful company - a popular one, at that - and he'll admit a few female co-workers tend to hit on him quite a lot, but he rejects them. Always. You seem to buy his lie for now, but it'll only be so long before you begin inquiring for the truth. His chapped lips twitch into a little grin. You're so strange, being able to understand things without being told, which was how you came to know he's a werewolf.

You confessed you aren't afraid of him, but that terrifies him. How can a delicate human like you not be scared to death? Of him, no less, something completely capable of ripping your throat out in an instant?

His ringing doorbell jolts him from his deep train of thought, and he spits out a colorful curse under his breath, snatching a nearby oversized hoodie and tugging it over his head. The hem, thankfully, drapes passed his aching erection, so whoever's at the door won't expect a thing. The bell chimes again once he's by the door, and he murmurs a low, "Hold on," before looking through the peephole.

During the most inconvenient time of the week, it's no one other than you. The adrenaline pumping through his body doesn't help how his heart begins to pound faster. He unlocks the deadbolt and the lock, his thoughts already going haywire as he tells himself to stay calm after cracking the door open a foot or so, revealing you, his girlfriend.

"Hey!" you greet cheerily, your smile wide. You're dressed nicely today; a purple shirt tucked into the waistband of your black skirt, the damn thing revealing your tempting legs, which lead to your pair of black flats. As for your hair, it's simple, like usual. His attention is instantly drawn to the container in your hands. "I brought some cookies I baked earlier today. I thought you'd like some?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, sure." His reply leaves him in a rush; however, you don't comment. He steps aside to let you in, and after you're inside, he instinctively scans the hallway, and he sniffs for a moment, checking for a foreign scent. His paranoia of another alpha or male wolf following you causes him to be possessive, but from what he can tell, it doesn't bother you. Jeongguk hopes you think he's being protective. He shuts the door and sets the locks back in place, then tracks your scent to his kitchen, where you already have your cookies set on a small plate with two glasses beside it.

At the moment, you're rummaging through his fridge, bent at the hips, jutting out your bum, which your skirt barely covers now. Fuck, he can see your panties, adorably pink, hugging your ass just right. He forces himself to look away as you straighten with a pout.

"You really need some human food," you titter, clicking your tongue while staring at the shelves full of raw meat with disdain. His appetite has been ravenous recently, so he's been hunting and buying the stuff in bulk, and he forgets you require more than just meat for nutrition. "We'll get some later, but for now, let's eat these. Come on, babe."

His heart flutters at the nickname you call him while you grab the plate of cookies and head to his living room. Jeongguk follows you like a lost puppy, completely enamoured by you. You sit on the couch, and he does the same, lying down and using your thighs as a pillow. He accepts the cookie you offer him and bites off a chunk, and he hums with satisfaction at the sweetness that practically melts on his tongue. You comb your fingers through his hair, your nails ghosting over his scalp, which makes him shiver, an action he can't hide. He loves your fingers in his hair.

"You okay?" you ask, and he nods, munching on another bite of his cookie. "Are you sure? You're shivering... You're not catching a cold, are you?"

Chuckling, Jeongguk pops the rest of his cookie into his mouth, brushing the crumbs off his fingers to tuck a stubborn strand of your hair behind your ear. "I'm fine," he assures you. "Your touch just gives me goosebumps."

Your cheeks flush, and he fondly laughs. "You're so cute," he murmurs.

Your presence, your entire being, is calming to him, his anchor in the wild seas of werewolf life, and he is your anchor as well. He lessens your anxiety and eases your stress. But right now, the problem in his sweats is throbbing. You're not calming him right now, only adding fuel to the sparking fire deep inside him, the place where his alpha sleeps. He maintains his composure while his alpha stirs, shifting and nuzzling his face into your tummy. He hears you gasp, and his lips twitch into a little smirk, but he grimaces the moment you dig your nails into his scalp; partly from the sting and partly from his awakening instincts. He clutches at your shirt as he curls into a fetal position, trying to fight his strengthening alpha.

Why is his cock pounding so goddamn hard?

"Okay, what's wrong?" He ignores you as he lurches into a sitting position, his expression set with panic. He drags a hand through his hair out of stress, his body trembling with anxiety. He can't be having a rut right now, it's just too early, unless his lingering arousal from earlier flipped the switch. His shoulders hunch when he feels your delicate touch, and he can sense your innocence and worry. "Guk, seriously, what's the matter? You're scaring me..."

Your last words freeze him. He had vowed to himself he'd never frighten you, but unfortunately, he's frightening you, breaking his sacred vow. Reluctantly, he peeks back at you, and his chest contracts at the anxiety in your wide eyes. Your obliviousness to his current situation has him gulping. He doesn't want to scare you further.

"I-It's complicated," Jeongguk finally answers, hesitantly laying an arm around your shoulders and bringing you into his side. He would've brought you on his lap to comfort you better, but he can't risk you finding his pulsating, aching cock in his sweats. "So... You know how female animals go into heat, right? For males, they have ruts." He clears his throat, his grip tightening on your shoulder. "As of right now, I'm in rut, apparently, when I'm not due until next month. It's taking every ounce of my strength, my entire being, to... not hurt you."

You shrug him off, your features strangely blank, and this worries him. "And since I'm alpha, I have the most stamina and testosterone than all the other males in my pack," he continues quietly, cautiously gazing at you, wondering what you're thinking. "Even if you want to help me, you can't. You're not physically capable of..." He pauses, figuring out how to word this without offending you. "I could break you, darling, and I don't want to do that to you."

Your lack of response confuses him. "Jagi?" he calls, scanning your profile to better gauge your reaction. He's gotten nothing so far, your face still emotionless, but your eyes suddenly meet his, and the determination and ferocity burning in them throws him off slightly. Yet you're arousing him further. "Are you alright?" he asks uncertainly.

"Fine," you reply curtly. Jeongguk sharply inhales the moment you pin his shoulders to his couch with surprising strength, and he gasps after you straddle him, swallowing a moan once you settle right on top of him. Your skirt has ridden up to reveal a dangerous amount of skin, and he gulps, feeling your hands slip under his sweatshirt and up his toned abdomen. Your touch is like fire, burning everything in its wake, burning him. He shakily exhales as you pepper kisses along his jaw and neck, your chest pressed against his. This display of affection, if he can even call it that, is endearingly sexy yet... Hot.

"I-I thought we were eating cookies?" he pants, clinging to your hips for dear life and fighting his alpha impulses, which are urging him to bury himself so deep inside you and never leave. He would've if you were a werewolf like him, but he's being considerate of your mortality. "Y-You should get off-"

His attempt to remove you from his lap is futile. He either can't summon the strength to move you, or your effect on him is too powerful. It's most likely both, though more of the latter. "Jagiya, please," Jeongguk pleads, twisting his head so you can no longer assault his neck. Your eyes meet his while the seductive warmth radiating from your center drives him nuts. Fuck, he can feel you, how heated and wet you might be. "I-I don't want to hurt you. Please get off, please..."

You shake your head in refusal. "It's been a year now," you murmur, dragging your thumbs along his jaw, slowly rolling your hips. This rips a guttural moan from him. Fuck. "I want you, Gukkie, and I want to feel you in every way." You briefly ghost your lips over his. "Please?" You mock his needy tone, tilting your head while faux innocence replaces your allure.

Have you always been like this? A ridiculously sexy succubus who has him completely wrapped around your finger, always hidden beneath your adorable, oblivious facade? He has to remind himself you can't possibly be a sex demon in disguise. There's absolutely no way, unless it has something to do with your zodiac. He can't recall which signs are the horniest, and he doesn't even know your zodiac, so this possibility is tossed straight out the window. Instead, after regaining his composure over his mind and body, freeing himself from you, he snatches your wrists and roughly locks them behind your back. His lips quirk into a proud smile at the sudden shock lacing with your features, how your eyes widen just a little.

"Since I'm your alpha..." His voice is low, so low it vibrates in his chest, his nose nudging yours. "You're going to have to listen to everything I tell you to do. If you don't obey me, I'll have to punish you or leave you high and dry. I don't think you want either of those things, do you?" You frantically shakes her head, your eyes shining while he hungrily rakes his gaze down your body, drinking in your supple and gentle curves. He unconsciously wets his lips as he looks up at you. "Fuck, I can't wait to ruin that cunt of yours. Now..."

Jeongguk leans in and presses a kiss on the spot behind your ear, then he whispers, "Be a good girl for me and go lie on the bed? And don't strip. I want to tear your clothes off myself."

"Y-Yes, sir!" you squeak, your legs wobbling as you stand, smooth your skirt, and scurry down the hallway, the carpet silencing your footsteps. He watches you disappear into his bedroom with hooded eyes, then he glances at his hard-rock cock. He squeezes it for a brief moment, just to regain some of his sanity, before rising to his feet. He takes his precious time retracing your path to his room, wanting you to be waiting in torture.

His haven, soon to be drowned in the sweet scent of your delicious love-making.

Pausing in the doorway, Jeongguk leans on the frame to study you on his bed, his tongue unconsciously poking his cheek at the sight before him. Your shirt is rumpled, and your skirt has ridden up again, your legs gorgeous and smooth in the sunlight pouring in from his window. He slowly approaches you, tugging off the sweatshirt that hid his erection so well, and he chuckles, noticing how your eyes drop to the large bulge, and how they widen with fear. He crawls on top of you like a predator, his thighs parting your knees, and your sharp smell nearly blinds him, but he pushes through it. He hovers above you, admiring how your hair fans out around you like a halo, further confirming your angelic beauty.

"Look at you," he coos, his voice deep and rumbling in his throat, "so cute, offering yourself to me, even though you know I'm capable of destroying you." He brushes your lips with his. "Do you know how long I've been dying to bury my dick in that tight pussy of yours? I bet you feel so fucking warm..." He hisses at the idea. "I can't wait to see you screaming beneath me, darling."

You whimper because of his filthy words, your noise sending a shiver down his spine. "Don't worry," he gingerly says. "I won't hurt you. If you need to stop at any time, just say so, okay?"

He refuses to continue without your approval. Consent is extremely important to him, and he wants you to realize that, despite his eagerness, he'll perform cautiously and with your okay. You nod, and he relaxes, glad to see you're alright with this. "Good. Now, lift your arms." You do so instantaneously, with no hesitation on your part, and Jeongguk almost laughs. You're doing splendid already. Gently, he removes your shirt and tosses it over his shoulder, his gaze falling to your chest. His breath leaves him all at once, and he swallows. The soft swell of your breasts in your bra has him humming. "The color suits you well, sweetheart."

He hears you dreamily sigh in reply, and his lips form a little smile. He leans down to suckle on your plush chest, blessing you with the sensation of his supple lips as his hands slip around you to locate the clasp of your bra. Your back arches once he finds it, and you both exhale once the bond is undone. The garment is now limp on your body, the loose straps creeping down your shoulders. Cautiously, he slips them down further, momentarily pausing to silently ask for your permission with his gaze. You nod, and he continues. He lifts the bra off your body, only to curse. God, you're absolutely divine. Your gorgeous breasts beam up at him, your nipples rosy and peaked with your arousal, begging to be suckled.

Like your shirt, Jeongguk carelessly chucks your bra over his shoulder, the visual of your bare tits causing his cock to twitch. Unable to help himself, he dips down to capture one of your pert nubs with his lips, hearing you gasp as he swirls his tongue around it, a low hum resonating in his throat. He tenderly nibbles on it for a moment, then rapidly flicks the tip of his tongue against your nipple. You shove his chest at him with this action, and he glances up at you, smirking lightly at the mesmerized look of bliss on your face. To draw a moan out of you, he harshly sucks at your bud, and he's successful, a soft whimper leaving you. After a second, he parts from your nipple to latch on to the other, repeating his actions, pinching and rubbing the nub he just abandoned.

While he assaults your breasts and listens to your sweet noises, his other hand slowly inches up your thigh until it's above your clothed pussy. He grunts, feeling heat emanating from your cunt. You want him as much as he wants you, and he appreciates it, appreciates how you still desire him even if he's a werewolf. Expertly, he finds your clit through your soaked panties, and a smug smirk forms on his lips at the gasp you release. Your legs start quivering as he draws tiny circles on the bundle of nerves. He detaches from your nipple to kiss you, to swallow the sounds you're steadily releasing, increasing the speed of his digit just to hear you moan as you toss your head back. Your eyes are screwed shut, your brows furrowed, your teeth nibbling your lip.

Your pleasured expression is interrupted by Jeongguk, who removes his touch from your pussy for just a moment to roughly tug your skirt down your legs, abandoning it just like your bra and shirt. He dips down, smacking kisses down your front, beginning at your neck and ending above the waistband of your panties. "Still okay?" he gently asks, his hands sliding up your thighs to toy with your underwear, venturing further down to lick a broad stripe over the soiled material. He noisily groans at the preview of your taste, excited to indulge in the whole thing.

"Yes," you breathlessly say. "Yes, please, Guk."

Cursing softly under his breath, Jeongguk hooks his fingers under the waistband and drags the ruined panties off your body, freeing your cunt to him. Your scent, sharp and bittersweet, hits him hard, and like the hungry wolf he is, he's already salivating, overjoyed and glad your taste will be invading and staining his tongue and mouth for the first time and linger there for eternity. His eyes finally drop to your center, and he lowly swears in Korean, drinking in the view of your glistening, juicy pussy, your pink, swollen lips, and your beckoning clitoris, begging to be suckled and licked like a piece of candy.

He wastes no further time, diving in and burying himself into you. You shriek as his tongue glides along your folds a few times, slurping up your juices while he's at it, and your hips surge forward when he captures your clit between his lips. He deeply hums as he suckles away at the throbbing nub, like it's a lollipop, alternating between this and carelessly lapping away. His reward is your beautiful moans, your noises music to his ears. He furrows his brows, hooking his hands under your knees to widen your stance, your ankles hanging over his shoulders. He slurps and swallows your juices like a man in the desert, you cunt the sweet, merciful oasis where he can quench his thirst.

His thoughts cloud, the only one standing out: to make you cum so hard you'll see stars and cry. Your desperate mewls has Jeongguk grinding against his own bed, just like the first time his rut hit him, where he had zero control over his instincts and desires. Dazedly, he peels his eyes open to check on you, seeing your features drawn with pleasure, your hands tangled in his hair.

"Holy fuck," you choke out, shuddering while he focuses on your pussy again. He's completely addicted and drunk on you. "F-Fingers, please, wanna cum - A-Ah!"

He obeys you, slipping a digit into you, grunting at how your cunt eagerly welcomes him. "Jesus," he snarls, not granting you time to adjust, drilling his finger into you nice and fast. He wants to stretch you quickly so you can accommodate him. He's losing his patience, wishing to feel your snug walls around him. "You're so fucking tight, baby, fuck." Your moans stream out of you like a river, and to him, they sound like a song, one he desires to remember forever. For a moment, he slows to add a second digit before continuing his brutal speed, groaning softly at the higher pitch your noises adopt. "Doing so good, babe, so good... Look how your pretty cunt is sucking in my fingers..."

Shit, you sound absolutely beautiful, the cacophony of your moans and the squelching of your sopping pussy echoing through his room. Jeongguk purses his lips in desperation as he accelerates his pace, noting how your stomach grows taut, how your body trembles from the force of his digits, and how a sheen of sweat has appeared on your skin, gifting you with a dewy glow. It does fucking wonders on your rosy nipples. His third and final finger joins in on the action, and his mouth is open in a silent moan at how your cunt swallows his digits so beautifully. "Fuck, the burn!" you cry out, tugging on his hair, your walls clamping, and he instantly imagines what that'll feel like around his cock.

"Daddy!" you scream, your other hand fisting the sheets so tightly your knuckles are white. He spontaneously freezes, the name registering in his mind, and when it does, his breathing turns ragged, and all of his adrenaline pumps to his raging cock. He feels so light-headed. "No no no!" Why did you stop?" You whine in annoyance. "Guk, why'd you stop? I was gonna cum - "

"Say it again!" he growls, his fingers sliding out with a noisy pop. He levels your faces and grabs your throat, applying pressure, and you mewl softly, your cheeks flushing a gentle pink. You can't hide how blown your pupils are. "Say that again. Now! Or I'll make you cum over and over with my fingers and tongue only, no dick!"

"Daddy." You moan it with longing, your hips bucking up and smearing your arousal over the front of his sweatpants. You whine, informing him you can feel his long, thick cock through them. "Please fuck me, Daddy, I'm so wet. I want your cock so bad. Please? Pretty please? Stuff me full, my pretty wet pussy with your big, fat cock? Please?"

"Shit!" Moaning loudly at your dirty words, Jeongguk rips off his shirt and crashes his mouth on yours for a few moments. "Turn around, on your hands and knees," he says lowly, his voice rumbling in his throat. He gets off the bed to shove off his sweatpants and boxers, and when he looks up, he groans at how sexy you look. Your pussy and bum are exposed, your face mashed into the pillow, ready to receive him.

"You're on the pill, right?" He strokes himself as he assumes his rightful position behind you, nearly yelling in relief at your positive answer. He guides his cock to her calling entrance, his control slowly slipping away from him. "I'm so sorry if I hurt you, babe, I'm so sorry..."

"Please," you croak.

For the first time in your relationship, Jeongguk slowly enters you, and he stops immediately. First, you feel so fucking tight and warm; second, you cried out. He lies his front on your back to keep himself from ignoring your silent plea and breaching you further, keeping his eyes shut as he waits for you. When you whisper okay, he sucks in a breath and continues, trembling as your heated, soaked pussy envelops him bit by bit. You're trembling too. The process repeats several times: he stops when you need it, and he needs it too. It feels like he's permanently lost his sanity.

He finally bottoms out. You're full to the brim. It's an extremely tight fit, but it's absolute heaven. It's taking all of his resolve to not pound into you like a wild beast. He patiently keeps his hips still to let you accommodate his full girth, and while you do, he litters your neck with kisses, displaying his appreciation to you.

"You're so big," you say as he slowly straightens, gliding a hand down your spine, from your lower back to your nape, smiling a little at how you arch into his touch.

"The biggest you've ever had?"

You chuckle. "You're the only one I've ever had. Besides, I don't think I'll ever find a dick as big as yours, and I only want you."

"You better," he teases, but your pussy clenches, and he stiffens. "Fuck, don't do that."

"What, this?" He hears your teasing tone as your walls clamp around him again, and he snarls, his fangs pricking the inside of his mouth. "Okay, that's hot," you mewl.

The urge to bite you is bad, so fucking terrible, but now isn't the time. He has to time this perfectly. The metallic tang of his own blood on his tongue spurs him on. "I'm gonna try moving," he says, his voice husky. "If I hurt, let me know, okay?"

You nod. With your shaky exhales, Jeongguk grunts as he slowly extracts himself from your tight pussy, almost slamming back into you when you mewl. You probably feel empty, but you need not worry. After just his tip remains inside you, he plunges back in at the same, slow speed. He repeats this several times, muttering words of comfort to you whenever you whimper. His hands run up and down your sides while he gently rocks his hips, in and out, biting his lip at how your bum jiggles whenever his thighs hit it.

"You're doing amazing," he praises. "May I go faster? Or do you still need time?"

"Just a little," you quietly reply, your hands clutching the pillow by your head. "Just a little - O-Oh..."

He easily quickens, your skin gently clapping together, the sound adding to our harmonious song of heavy breathing and blissful noises. Your moans are light and airy, and high in pitch compared to his deep grunts and groans, along with his hisses and possessive growls. The transition of your warm walls sliding on and off him is an addictive and delicious feeling, and he's unable to believe he's fucking you for the first time without a condom. "Shit," he mumbles, feeling like he's on fire because of this truth.

He speeds up to the fastest pace he can do, your moans now matching the tempo of his swift, powerful thrusts. Grunting, Jeongguk leans on top of you, finding your hands and twining your fingers together, his lips peppering kisses along your neck and shoulder. Your pussy uncontrollably spasms around him, which makes it slightly difficult to properly fuck you, but he'll manage. He smacks a kiss on your jaw before straightening, gripping your hips and bucking into you like no tomorrow. The bed rocks from his actions, but he doesn't care. He's enamored by your bouncing ass, his mouth watering as it jiggles every time his thighs slam against them. Fuck, he should've tasted you some more before he fucked you. It would've been amazing, you shoving your needy pussy back on his tongue.

"Daddy!" Your call snaps him out of his fantasy, his glowing, golden eyes flickering to the back of your head. "F-Fucking me so good! S-So good, oh fuck!"

He smirks. "I know, baby. I know how much you already love Daddy's thick, fat cock." He emphasizes his point by switching to a rougher pace, his headboard knocking on the wall. "You're having it for the first time and you're loving it, aren't you? Such a good girl for Daddy." His thrusts grow slightly sloppy, feeling his orgasm creeping up on him. "Shit, Daddy's gonna fill you up soon, sweetheart. Tell me, baby, do you want my pups? Hm? How badly do you want them? Tell me!"

To spur you to answer him, Jeongguk harshly swats your ass, only to receive a delighted squeak, your noise ringing in his ears. "Fuck!" you gasp. Your next words slur together. "I want your pups! Please give me your pups! I'm gonna cum! Oh, fuck, please let me cum!"

While the thought of impregnating you is beyond erotic, he knows it's impossible, but the idea of you filled with his hot load, your stomach swollen with his pups, is absolutely divine. Someday. "Cum then," he growls, his cock beginning to balloon within you. "Cum for Daddy." His hips stutter as you comply, and he shoved himself deep inside. "Oh, fuck! Good girl, oh, good fucking girl!"

Hurriedly, he leans forward and punctures your creamy neck with his fangs, which scream in bloody relief. He clings to you as he cums, unable to help how he obnoxiously snarls and groans while unloading his cum deep inside you. Your pussy flutters around his knot, and you whimper and mewl his name as you lightly grind your ass against him, and he does the same to assist you through your high. Your thighs are sticky and sweaty, and your blood stains his lips and your own skin. Cautiously, he slips his fangs out and uses his tongue to lap at you words, healing them with his saliva. He hears you whine softly for his attention.

"I must clean this first, darling," he murmurs to you. After he approves his bite, Jeongguk tries his best to kiss you from his awkward position. You twist your head towards him, humming softly as your lips collide. His own linger when he breaks away, pecking along her jaw. "How do you feel?"

"Full," you coo, bringing his hand to your lower stomach. He inwardly groans, feeling his cum inside you. His cock twitches in anticipation to fill you up even more. "H-How long does this usually last for, Guk?"

He sighs, resting his head between your shoulder-blades. "This isn't a normal rut," he answers, "but I assume six more days with an hour of relief every four. I suffer when I'm alone with no one to help me."

"Well," she whispers, minimally swiveling her hips. He grits his teeth as his cock slowly deflates from his knot. "I happen to be off the entire week. Guess I'll be stuck as your plaything, hm?"

He playfully snaps his teeth at you, withdrawing himself and lying on his back. He tugs you on top of him, slowly lowering you back on his dick again. "Definitely," he purrs, lowly moaning as you start to ride him, your hands pivoted on his chest. "Yes, ride me, baby. Show me what those hips of yours can do."

© jenako 2021

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🌷 There's something about this scenario and how it was written that was just soothing? Or maybe I'm just that stressed at work and could relate to Jungkook 100%. That part when she just asked if 'he feels better now' was so comforting. Sometimes, we just need to hear this question from somebody too. 🥺❤️

Stress Reliever

Rated: M

Warning: Smut

Summary: Jungkook’s had a bad day at work and could use a little stress relief.

Note: i’ve been craving some domestic jungkook smut so i decided to write some. i wouldn’t consider this yalls late christmas present… how about a late stocking stuffer? LOL. also, for the first time ever.. jungkook isn’t totally dom daddy in this GASPPPPP (ok maybe a lil. doNT LOOK AT ME)

Words: 2.6k

Words couldn’t express how glad he was that today was finally over. Work about drove him fucking insane today, so to say that he was happy as he walked through the front door was quite the understatement.

He kicked his shoes off by the door and tossed his keys onto the bar, looking around the apartment as he undid the first few buttons of his shirt, looking for you. “Baby?” He called out, and when he got no response he knew you were probably in the bedroom.

So he began to trudge his way in there, scratching the back of his neck and realizing how excited he felt to see you after such a long and irritating day. You always knew how to calm him down.

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