#bts namjoon fanfic

[bteezxyewriter12]

Help Her Out

Pairing- Namjoon x Named Reader

Word count- 3.7k

Includes- Cock warming while masturbating?, blow job, masturbation help, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, cock riding, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxminnie @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

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This is the Namjoon one shot fic that one the poll

Namjoon POV

"Well Joonie?", she asks as I stare at her in disbelief

"I don't....we don't...do things like this", I stutter

"Yeah well, we don't stand there and watch each other masturbate but here we are"

Yeah here we are

I came to her room to ask her if she wanted any food because I was ordering

I had headphones on and I just walked into her room

And to her naked on her bed, legs wide open, a vibrator against her clit

I dropped my phone as well as my mouth, my earbuds falling off and to the floor with my phone

I froze, not able to take my eyes off her smoking hot body

She squealed, threw the vibrator off the bed, snapped her legs closed and threw a blanket on top of her as if that erased me catching her

She yelled at me and I just stood there

She kept calling my name and I knew I should say something but I couldn't find the words

Then she said if I was just going to stand there I could at least help her out

I found words then and asked how I can possibly help

Her answer?

Cock warm me in her pussy while she plays with her clit and cums on me

Needless to say I'm even more shocked

"Are you gonna help me or not?"

"I uh...why do you want my help?"

It doesn't make sense

We've been best friends forever and she never asked me to do anything like this before

She never even kissed me

And when we moved in together to save on rent we made sure the apartment has rooms on opposite sides of the hall so we don't hear each other

This is coming out of left field

"Because you have a big dick and I haven't had dick in a long time and I need one in me"

Mind blown

"How do you know I have a big dick?", I ask, ignoring the part where she said she needs a dick in her

I have to ignore it or I'll get super horny

She rolls her eyes, "Hannah"

"Your best friend?", I shriek, "She told you?"

I slept with her friend once

She got mad at me for it, saying her friends are not fuck buddies for me

She said now Hannah would come here just to try to fuck me again instead of hanging out with her

I didn't think it was a big deal until she said then she would fuck Jin if our friends were free game

That was a hard no

And I got what she was saying

I knew if she fucked Jin, he would keep coming back just for her

From then on friends were off limits

I just didn't know Hannah blabbed about my dick

"That you have a massive thick cock? Yeah she told me"

"It's not massive", I scowl, "I can fit in a pussy without hurting the girl"

"Didn't say you couldn't", she replied, "She told me it was big and you knew how to use it"

I feel my face getting so red and hot

This is not a conversation I ever thought I'd have with her

"Look either you help me or get out so I can finish up here"

She's still gonna masturbate?

Fuck, that changes things

I don't think I can hear her moaning or well, knowing she's moaning without getting hard and taking care of it myself

I just don't know if I should cross this line with her

I mean I want to, so fucking much but I'm not sure I just want to be a dick to her

I always thought if I ever had sex with her we'd be...a couple

But then again this isn't really sex

It's just helping her get off

"Joonie don't take this the wrong way ok", she says, "Get out"

I don't want to

"No", I answer, not believing I'm gonna do this, "I'll help"

She tilts her head to the side, surprised, "Really?"

I guess she didn't think I'd say yes

I didn't know I'd say yes

But I am

"Yeah"

"Oh...ok", she nods, "Uh get undressed I guess?"

I nod, feeling so self conscious

Nevertheless I pull my shirt up and toss it to the floor

"Oh wow", she says, her eyes wide as she looks at me

"What?", I ask, my cheek heating up

"I just uh..didn't know you had those muscles on uh...your chest", she gapes, "Those uh...abs"

I mean she knows I work out so...

I don't answer, pulling my pj pants down, staying in my boxers

"Come here", she says

I slowly walk to the side of her bed, so fucking nervous

Keeping the blanket on her, she moves to sit at the edge of the bed, her fingers going under the waistband of my boxers

I swallow hard as she pulls them down, my cock half hard

It was fully hard when I walked in on her but the embarrassing conversation made it go down some

Her hand moves around my length, softly stroking me

"I'll help you", she says softly and I just nod

She leans down, her mouth around my head, her tongue licking as she sucks on me

"Oh my god", I gasp, pleasure rushing up my spine

She lets go, her tongue at my base, licking up my cock slowly, over and over, wetting my shaft

Her mouth goes back around my dick, sucking, taking more and more of me with each suck

I reach out and bury my hand in her hair to keep my balance because the bliss is so fucking good

Her hand starts moving, jerking the rest of my dick off as she blows me

My cock hardens fully in her mouth and hand, becoming so stiff it aches

After a few more sucks, she pulls away, her tongue against my slit, licking up the leaking cum

"Tastes good Joonie", she smirks, my mouth dropping for the second time today

Her hand keeps moving along my dick as she smirks at me

"Ready to help me?"

I nod, so ready

She lets go of me and lays back in her bed

I pull the blanket off her, getting in the bed, in between her open legs

This is so fucking weird and hot and awkward all at the same time

I gaze down at her tiny wet pussy and choke on air

So small

Her lips are puffy, her clit is swollen and throbbing, her hole leaking juice and clenching around nothing

All from playing with herself before

"Go in Joonie"

I nod, "Uh yeah, ok"

Holding my dick, I align to her hole and push inside

Her pussy immediately grabs on to me, sucking me in as I spread her wide open

"Oh my god", she cries, her body arching

Pleasure fills my senses as I watch her pussy lips open, her hole stretching, drenching me as I go in inch by inch

Her pussy repeatedly clenches down tightly around me, making it feel so euphoric just getting into her

"So fucking big", she whimpers, her pussy taking my cock perfectly, "So big. So good. Fuck"

I have never been in a pussy this tight before nor this wet

I bury deep inside her, bottoming out and stilling

"Yes fuck" she moans, her body shivering, "Is... Is that all of you?"

I nod, my skin trembling from her constant clenching, "Yeah"

She moves her hips, pushing down and wiggling, I guess making sure I'm all in

"Oh god yes", she gasps, her hands wringing the sheets under her

"What? Is everything ok?"

She nods, "Yyy..yeah. Your...ah...your head is against my spot. Feels good"

"Oh...ok", I say like an idiot

"Mmm", she murmurs, her hand moves to her clit, rubbing slowly

Her pussy tightens around me instantly and I can't help but groan at the spike in pleasure

Her hand moves faster, her pussy becoming wetter and throbbing faster

I move my hands to her thighs, holding on as I watch her

She is so fucking pretty, my eyes trailing down her body

She gives little gasps and moans, her head pushing back into the pillow

Her boobs wiggle as her arm moves, her back arching slight

Her tiny hole is straining around my thick length, clenching over and over

I know this is to help her but fuck it feels good for me too

Her body shivers, her legs pressing against the sides of my body, her moans louder

"I'm gonna cum on your cock", she whimpers, "I'm...I'm gonna...on your cock"

"Yeah", I answer, wanting that so much, "Go ahead"

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck", she cries, her pussy coming, throbbing hard around me, sending surprising pleasure into my body, "Namjoon, oh god"

"Fuck", I whimper, the bliss from her orgasm surprisingly good

Like honestly, the best I ever felt

"Again", she whimpers when she finishes, "Please, again"

"Yeah ok", I agree

Her hips move, wiggling and grinding on my dick, my head rubbing her spot, her cries getting louder

Her hand stills, then moves, then stops, then moves again, almost like she forgets to play with herself because she's so focused on moving her hips

It's fine, I can help her

I push her hand away, replacing it with mine, using my thumb to rub her throbbing clit quickly

Her eyes open, a question in them

"It's ok baby. I got it", I assure her

She nods, her eyes closing, pleasure all over her face

Her hands grip the sheets hard as we move together, her breathing increasing

Her skin has a light sheen of sweat on it, her hair damp and she looks so fucking good

Her clit pulses against my finger and all I keep thinking about is sucking on it

"Oh fuck", she cries, her hips wiggling faster, her hand gripping my wrist, nails digging into my skin

I've never wanted a girl to cum so badly

"C'mon baby", I urge her softly, "Cum for me"

"Namjoon, oh", she shivers, panting harder

"Yeah baby, c'mon. My cock feels so good inside you right?"

She bites her lip, nodding, "Mmmm hmmm"

"So cum on it. I need you to. You want to so bad"

"I do!", she yells, "I do...oh fuck! Namjoon!"

Her body shudders as she orgasms, squirt pouring from her pussy, all over my lap, my cock and her bed

But I still don't stop rubbing her clit as bliss courses through me as I watch the beautiful sight of her orgasming

"Yeah baby fuck, cum for me just like that. Yeah good girl", I praise her, "Such a good girl, squirting just for my cock. Good girl"

When she stops, I pull my cock out, gaping at the mess of squirt and creamy cum she left on me

It looks so pretty and so fucking good

Laying down between her legs, I lay my tongue on her and lick slowly, getting all her cum on it

"Joonie", she gasps, her head up and looking at me

I swallow her cum, the deliciously sweet taste shocking me

"Gonna eat your pussy", I tell her, leaving no room for debate

I need more after getting that hit of her taste

"Yea..oh", she moans as I bury my face in her cunt, my tongue swirling and licking every part of her pussy I can touch

My face is so wet, drenched, her taste taking over

My tongue passed over her hole on its way up, spreading her lips open and rolling over her clit

"Joonie, yes!", she cries

I flick her clit over and over, massaging it with the tip of my tongue, feeling the pulses

God I fucking love it

Sliding my tongue down, I slip inside her hole, her pussy squeezing it tightly

"Mmm yeah baby", I groan, when I pull my tongue out, "Fuck, squeeze my tongue baby"

I slip back inside, her cunt listening and squeezing hard

I move my tongue fast, in and out, tongue fucking her, making sure I get as much as my tongue in as I can, her cunt creaming my face and mouth so much, I have to keep swallowing

Her hips move, grinding her pussy on my face and I'm so here for it

"Mm keep going baby", I egg her on, "Fuck my face baby girl"

"Joonie! So good Joonie", she moans, her hand burying in my hair, tangling in the strands, "Good tongue. Fuck good tongue"

I smirk, glad I'm giving it to her good

Switching it up, I latch my mouth to her clit, sucking rapidly on it

Her body arches, pulling my hair hard as she humps my face, screaming my name

Her clit spasms in my mouth, sending pleasure catapulting down to my cock, keeping me stiff as a rock

"Namjoon! Namjoon!", she screams, as I suck relentlessly on her, "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Sucking hard once, she explodes, cream gushing in my face

I drag my tongue down, into her spasming hole, letting her cum around it

"Mmmm", I groan, squeezing her thighs hard, her delicious taste flooding my mouth

Her hips keep moving, grinding on my mouth to get her through her orgasm

When she finishes, I go to town, cleaning her pussy up

"So fucking good", I moan, running my tongue everywhere, "Pussy tastes so fucking good. My fucking favorite"

I make sure I get every single drop, then I move on top of her

I push back inside her, her soft moan reaching my ears as she takes my cock fully

"Wanna cum again?", I ask, reveling in the throbs of her pussy

She nods, her hands moving to the sides of my body, slowly moving up and down, "Fuck me Joonie"

My eyes snap to hers, my eyebrow raised in surprise

"What?"

"Want you to fuck me. Please"

"Are...are you sure?"

She nods, "Please. I..I finally have you, please"

Finally has me?

What is she talking about?

Did she want me before?

She couldn't have, she never said anything or did anything to hint that she wanted me

"Joonie"

Do I want to fuck her?

Absolutely

I'm already inside her, I might as well

I'm definitely not getting out

"Yeah Jo", I answer, "Ok"

She nods, her arms moving slowly around my neck, her legs wrapping around my waist

My heart is beating so fast as she lifts her head, her soft lips pressing into mine

My entire body wakes up from this one kiss as her tongue slips in my mouth

It presses against mine and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan, kissing her back deeply

I fall into her kiss, moving one of my arms around her waist, holding her against me

Leaning on my arm by her head, I start moving, pulling out then thrusting back in slowly

I moan in her mouth at the feel of her opening around me, the feel of her pussy sucking me in with every stroke

I kiss her desperately, my hips moving faster each thrust inside her, until I get a good pace going

Pleasure crawls along my spine, entering every fucking nerve, one of her hands gripping my short hair, the other digging in my back, her touch driving me crazy

Every inch of my being is on fire, I'm drowning in her and I don't want to be saved

She's taking over me, everything falling away until it's just her

The sound of her moans and her pussy squelching around my cock with each hard pound into her

The feeling of her utterly wet cunt soaking me and getting wetter each time I slide inside her

The feeling of her fingers in her my hair, of her fingers trailing along the skin of my back, making me shiver

The feel of her soft smooth lips, her tongue against mine

The taste of her sweet kiss

And it's in this moment with her that I realize I'm completely in love with her

I knew I liked her more than a friend but I didn't know I felt this deeply for her

I just want to be with her, make her happy, see her smile at me, feel her kisses, feel her arms around me

I want her

"Joonie, more baby", she whimpers against my lips

I move a bit harder into her, my head slamming into her spot with each stroke, her pussy fluttering rapidly around me

She moans, breaking the kiss, panting hard, her body arching into mine, her fingers digging into my back

Her hips start moving, meeting my quick hard thrusts

"Yes Namjoon", she cries, "Namjoon"

Her body shakes while she cums, her pussy working and squeezing my cock in a vice grip, pleasure washing over me as I watch her

I bury my cock inside her, letting her cum on my whole length, her hips moving and grinding on my cock, her cries of pleasure getting louder and louder

My god, she's so fucking beautiful

She shivers when she finishes, her beautiful eyes opening, looking at me with such desire

She pushes me back, sitting up with me

Climbing in my lap, her lips crash into mine, kissing me passionately as she takes my cock back inside her

Her arms move around my neck, clinging on while mine move around her waist, pulling her as close to me as she can get

Her hips move, rocking on my cock as we kiss

Everything feels so fucking good, I never want this to end

She gently pushes me back as I kiss her until I'm leaning against the headboard of the bed

Then she breaks the kiss, her lips moving to my neck as she starts bouncing on my cock

"Fuck", I whimper, feeling her cunt impale on my dick over and over, my lap soaked with her cream

She sits up and I'm hit with her gorgeous body as she leans back, one of her hands on my leg behind her

She moves hypnotically, her hips rolling down, her tiny hole swallowing my cock, straining the closer to my base she gets

"Fuck Joonie, you're cock is the best"

"Yeah?", I ask shyly

She nods, "So fucking good, I can't believe it. It's so big, so fucking hard. So easy to ride"

Yes well, she's doing a fantastic job of riding me, her pussy clenching as she moves, sending sparks of bliss up my spine

"You're riding me so good", I murmur, my eyes watching how much her cunt creams my length, "Your pussy is the best. So tight baby, so fucking creamy"

"Is that good?", she pants

"So good", I reply, eyes not moving from her swollen pussy lips petaling open for my cock, "Love seeing your cream on my cock"

"Mmm I can cream your cock all the time if you want"

Now my eyes snap up to her, her eyes already on me

"You can?"

She nods, "Anytime you want me to hop on your dick, I will"

My mouth drops in shock, not sure what to say

"This doesn't have to be a one time thing Joonie"

"It doesn't?", I ask stupidly

I'm just so surprised, I'm not thinking about what I'm saying

She shakes her head, "If you're mine, I'll ride you all the time. I'll suck you cock, fuck you so good. If that's what you want"

I nod my head so hard, like a bobble head doll, "Yes, I want that. I want you. I wanna be yours"

She smiles nodding, still bouncing on my dick, "Just so we're clear that means you're my boyfriend. There's no more sleeping with other girls anymore"

I nod again, "And it means you're my girlfriend right?"

"Right", she confirms, her pussy pulsing so good

"No more sleeping with other guys?"

She shakes her head, "No. Only you"

My god yes

"Ok baby", I tell her, "I'm yours"

"I'm yours Joonie"

I sit up, my lips attaching to hers, kissing her hard, my hands on her ass, squeezing softly

I help her bounce as she kisses me, her pussy feeling so exquisite around me

"Baby", I murmur between kisses, "Where do you want me to cum?"

I'm going to soon, the pleasure, it's just too incredible

I lasted so many of her orgasms, I'm not lasting another

"Finish inside my pussy", she tells me

"Mmmm", I moan in her mouth, so excited to fill her with my cum

Her cunt slams down on my shaft, sending her into an orgasm that has me coming immediately

I hold her down on me as her pussy spasms on my cock, sucking all my cum out

"Joanne, fuck", I moan, ecstacy coursing through my body

"Joonie", she whimpers, "Yes baby. Fuck, give me all your cock cum. Fill my pussy baby"

"Take it baby", I whine, "Fill your pretty pussy right up"

"Mmm yes Joonie", she moans, rocking on my length, her pussy milking me so well

As the pleasure ends, she stops moving, her arms wrapping around my neck, her lips against mine, kissing me slow and deeply

I wrap my arm around her, laying us down, falling into her kiss

I'm in heaven right now

Her soft lips against mine, her soft skin against mine, her arms around my neck, her fingers in my hair

It feels so right to be here with her, to have her in my arms

When the kiss ends, her eyes meet mine and I drown in them

"Namjoon", she says softly, her fingers running through my hair

"Yeah?", I whisper, hanging on her every word

"Joonie. I love you"

It takes a few seconds for my brain to process what she said and when I do I'm ecstatic

"I love you too Jo", I tell her

She smiles softly, "You do?"

I nod, "Yeah. I...I always felt more for you than just friendship but it wasn't until today, until you kissed me while we...that I realized I love you"

She giggles, "Well. I knew I love you. And you walking in today...I can't believe I actually had the balls to ask you to let me cock warm you"

"Yeah well you shocked me", I laugh

"I think I was just so horny, I wasn't thinking. I...I was imagining you and there you were and....my mouth just talked"

"I'm glad you just talked baby", I chuckle

"Me too", she agrees, "Now kiss me and don't stop"

"I can do that baby"

With that I lean down and kiss my girl

[ze-eternalmarsh]

Name: Dripping Like Acrylic

Ship: Taejoon (Taehyung/Namjoon) - BTS

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/M

Wordcount: 8.094

Type: One Shot

Tags: smut, fluff, roommates, alternate universe - art school, photography, edible paint, paint kink, oral kink, dom/sub undertones, art student Taehyung, photographer Namjoon, nude photos, photo shoots, nipple piercings, cock slapping, spanking, dacryphilia, orgasm control, chocking, handprints, dirty talk, oral, anal (and more)

Summary:

Photography student Namjoon has always loved painting but was never good at it. So when he gets a prompt for the next photography project that lets him use paint, he jumps on the opportunity without even thinking twice.

What better idea than getting his roommate, art student Taehyung, to be his model and play with edible paint?

Nothing can go wrong… Right?

Or: Taejoon fuck and there's paint involved.

[Inspired by the VCR Shadows MOTS: ONE concept and a now deleted tiktok showing ppl touching each other (in underwear! nothing sexual) with paint in an artistic way.]

[merakisss]

Feel my love // knj.

Relief.

That’s what simi feels as she lays in namjoon’s arms. Safe and protected. They had just completed a parts work therapy session and were now relaxing.

Simi sighs, as she allows namjoon to wrap his arms around her tighter. “is being held this tight comfortable? ” namjoon asks as his arms squeeze simi as they lay on their couch. The blanket loosely draped around their feet.

“yes.” simi closes her eyes, leans her head against namjoon’s chest. “five more minutes, ” simi says, and then allows herself to feel how protected she feels, how loved she feels, enjoying the new found bliss that the present moment offers.

Simi pulls away from namjoon after a while. Namjoon lets his hand rest on simi’s side loosely. “I didn’t know that you didn’t feel my love even though I loved you so much. ” namjoon says staring at the wall of their living room.

“I’m sorry, until today, i didn’t know that I was stuck in my childhood where I didn’t get love, and kept repeating the same pattern of feeling unloved, even though love that i was so desperate and thirsty for was right in front of me. ” simi says, relaxing her body.

“I’m sorry that I could not see and feel that you loved me. ” simi apologized to which namjoon squeezes her hand. “you have nothing to be sorry for, love. You did not deserve what happened to you, but that doesn’t mean that you are suddenly an unlovable human. ” namjoon says softly caressing her arms. “I’m still sorry. Sorry for causing you pain that you didn’t even deserve. ” simi eyes fill with tears. She cries softly. “Please allow me to cry today, joon.” simi says and lets her tears fall. She doesn’t wipe them or stop herself from crying. “I so grateful that I have the best boyfriend in the whole damn world. ” simi says chuckling, while her tears fall on her hands and dress. “I’m just glad that you allowed yourself to heal and let me help you in the process. ”

Simi kisses namjoon’s palms, softly biting his fingers. Namjoon always knows. So he lets her kiss, bite and show her affection to him however she wants.

“I love you, simi. So so much. ” He kisses the back of her forehead, and pats her head softly a few times just the way she loves.

“Thank you namjoon for loving me. I’ll allow myself and you to love me from now on. No resistance whatsoever. Thankyou for healing me. ” she cuddled closer to him, and kisses his hand once again.

Thankyou for reading. Wish you a happy day/ night.

[moccahobi]

Dancing in the Rain [Pt. 3]

Summary:  Namjoon lived in a small town. He loved it. It had just enough going on to give him fun when needed and not enough going on that he felt overwhelmed. On top of that, it was only a three hour train ride to Seoul where he met with his publisher and many of his friends lived. It was the best of both worlds. His life gets a bit more interesting when a mysterious bleach blonde with a heart shaped smile enters his life.

genre: Slice of Life, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff

members: Namjoon (BTS) x Hoseok (BTS)

wc: 4.4k

warnings: lying about one’s name

Previous Chapter < > Masterlist

A/N: Thank you to the fabulous @chimknj​ for betaing this fic for me! Her help was so wonderful in making me feel confident in the consistency of the final chapter so long after my first two parts. Please go check out her works, she’s truly such a talented author!

Sweat dripped down Namjoon’s back, the sun bearing down on Hoseok and him as they hiked higher and higher. Namjoon hadn’t realized that there were many hiking opportunities nearby until Hoseok mentioned it. Since Hoseok had Namjoon wrapped around his finger, he agreed immediately to the hiking invite (despite his more sedentary lifestyle. 

It was a beautiful early fall hike. The leaves were starting to lose their green pigment and turn vibrant oranges, reds, and yellows. If Namjoon had the energy, he’d be playing around with descriptions as they walked. 

But Namjoon had no energy to think past putting one foot in front of the other. 

The trail was rough and despite it being early in the day, the sun was already an unrelenting beast. Namjoon’s shirt was soaked all the way through and his pants were joining, both bunching and riding up uncomfortably. 

Despite the physical exercise and angry sun, Hoseok seemed to be floating up the trail ahead of Namjoon. Small beads of sweat were growing on his neck and darkening the collar of his t-shirt, but compared to Namjoon, Hoseok seemed to be as dry as a desert. Not even the spots under Hoseok’s backpack that occasionally were revealed as he swung his shoulders with each step forwards seemed sweaty. Namjoon didn’t complain though. Hoseok made up for all the physical discomfort Namjoon felt (and not just because Namjoon had a painfully large crush on the man). 

Hoseok finished up his first tour since the two became friends. There had been some song releases and promotional stuff that he’d done before but this was the first time their friendship was tested by distance for months on end. The two called often (Namjoon’s irregular sleep schedule coming in handy for once) and tried to make it work but it was hard. Namjoon knew it’d be hard. 

They had managed it though. 

In some ways, it was easier than Namjoon expected. Despite the great distance, there were times where it felt like their schedules weren’t meeting up (like the occasional times where Hoseok would return to town after being gone for a month right when Namjoon had to go on a book signing tour) and technology helped so much to sooth Namjoon’s yearning. Sure they couldn’t snuggle while watching a movie but they could find a show with short episodes and watch that together occasionally. There were things they could still do together. 

In other ways, it was harder. Namjoon found himself replaying all their interactions together, trying to figure out if certain actions meant something in the times they’d most often met up (like the many times that Hoseok would hold his hand and gaze softly into his eyes). The further into Hoseok’s tour, the more Namjoon found himself spiraling. He was romanticizing each action with every replay. The memories likely got warped and distorted by Namjoon’s crush more and more each time. 

It had to be that. Their hugs and laughs and soft touches and sweet words were playful friend things. Namjoon needed to get over this crush of his. 

“Whaaaaa!! Namjoon-ah! Look at the view!” Hoseok shouted, pulling Namjoon from his thoughts.

He was 4 yards ahead and must have gotten to the first viewpoint on the trail (and the only one they’ll get to today). The view was supposed to be breathtaking but 3 yards away from the view (and still climbing uphill) Namjoon was struck by another view. 

Hoseok.

The sun surrounded him in a halo and yet his bright and excited heart shaped smile shone brighter than it. How dare a man look so good. He even was rocking his latest hair style (a soft looking caramel brown hair cut with gentle waves in it). The man would look stunning bald. It was unfair.

It was a struggle to look away from Hoseok when Namjoon was able to look at the view but he did it nonetheless. The town was on the outskirts of a larger city with enough stuff nearby to live a calm life. Most of the farms were stuff Namjoon had only seen through trains and buses. He’d started seeing more on his new bike but the view of the fields from a bike was so different from the view from this viewpoint. 

Rice fields seemed to stretch out forever. A lawn of green. Occasionally there’d be a flash of sunlight reflected in the water from the fields. 

It was almost as breathtaking as Hoseok. 

When Namjoon turned away from the view, he was met with Hoseok crouching down and spreading out a gingham red blanket from his large backpack. It was a classic picnic blanket that Namjoon had seen in many old timey American movies before. 

So that is why Hoseok told Namjoon to bring some sweets for them to nibble on. 

He was planning a picnic.

Did that mean that Hoseok had most of the main dishes in his backpack?

That would explain the size of it. 

Namjoon must have been staring at Hoseok awkwardly because he laughed and pated the blanket, “Come sit down, Joon-ah!”

As gingerly as possible, Namjoon did. Hoseok seemed to look at Namjoon fondly all the while, his eyes soft and a small smile on his face. His look made Namjoon’s stomach feel like tons of tiny caterpillars were hatching, squirming around uncomfortably. He shouldn’t be crushing on his friend. 

Averting his eyes, Namjoon took his time pulling out the sweets he got. In comparison to the stuff Hoseok was taking out of his backpack, Namjoon’s sweets felt minimal. How could twizzlers and partially melted cookies compare to the three course meal Hoseok was unpacking? 

“I missed you a lot, Joon-ah,” Hoseok started, carefully laying out the spread, his own eyes downcast, “I am glad we got to meet back up so soon after I returned.”

“Me too, Hoseok-ah. Being in person is much nicer than calls and facetime. Although at least on calls, I didn’t have to go on long hikes.” 

“I hope that despite its length, you still are enjoying it.” Hoseok said with a soft laugh and Namjoon got a sense that he was asking for some sort of validation with that comment.

Why?

He didn’t know.

But Hoseok deserved all the validation in the world.

“I did. You make everything fun.” 

Hoseok smiled softly and nodded at Namjoon’s comment. Suddenly a voice in his mind was yelling at him to confess. This was a great place to do it.

But Hoseok didn’t like Namjoon. Why would he? 

Namjoon was just Namjoon… Hoseok was so amazing and caring and hard working. 

A gentle silence blanketed them as Hoseok finished laying out the food. 

“I really missed this place,” Hoseok started after taking a few bites of food.

Namjoon looked up and nodded, his cheeks full. 

“Performing is amazing. I love it-- Crave it. I am so glad that I got to go on tour again, but it’s so nice to just breathe. Being here, I am able to take stuff slow in ways that I don’t think I have in so long. I've not had this slow pace since I entered the school system. I started as a trainee in high school but before then I was dancing and rarely gave myself breaks.”

“I’m glad you got a place here then.”

“Me too. I almost didn’t. My manager was the one who was pushing me to take on a slower schedule and spend time outside of Seoul between promotions. I’m glad I did. The breaks are nice. Being with you is nice too.”

Namjoon looked down at his plate, his cheeks burning, “I enjoy being with you too.”

“You’re so cute, Namjoon-ah.”

His head shot up, eyes wide as he looked at Hoseok. 

“Thank you.”

Hoseok nibbled his lower lip, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“Would you… uh… would you want to go on a date with me?”

Namjoon inhaled at that, food getting lodged in his windpipe. He started coughing violently, face bright red. Leaning over, Hoseok started rubbing his back, apologizing profusely. Once Namjoon calmed down, Hoseok handed him some water.

“I am sorry for asking… we can let it go… I-”

“I would love to.” 

Namjoon’s voice was weak and raspy from coughing but it shut Hoseok up nonetheless. A soft smile grew on his face as he nodded.

Namjoon was rushing around his backyard, making small adjustments to make sure everything looked good for their first date. He readjusted his plants to make sure their best sides were being shown and fiddled with the layout of cut veggies he grabbed. 

He hadn’t done this before and it was stressful. What was one supposed to do to prepare for a small in house date? Did he need to prepare a gift? Would the food he got be enough? Would Hoseok enjoy it? 

It didn’t help that Namjoon’s experience with dates was next to null. He also hadn’t had a date like this before. 

Hoseok had to go back to Seoul unexpectedly after their hike so Namjoon was organizing the first date. Namjoon wanted to… but fuck it was hard. The time crunch had thrown him for a loop. He wanted to push the date back by a day or so to give him more time to prepare. Plus they didn't know when Hoseok would be done with work today. Hoseok was insistent on coming as soon as he could leave from work and neither of them knew when their next opportunity would be. It was why Namjoon was rushing.

Totally not him procrastinating on setting up.

Or stressing over something he’s never done before. 

The ring of his doorbell drew him from his thoughts.

He rushed to the door, opening it to see a tired looking Hoseok. He still had his bags in his hands (which were set down as soon as he came inside).

“I am so sorry for you needing to plan this,” Hoseok said as they started moving to the back yard, “I had a big thing planned but…”

He sighed.

Namjoon nodded.

“I don’t mind Hoseok-ah. We can do your thing for our second date.” 

Hoseok laughed and nodded.

“I guess. Wahhhh! Namjoon-ah! Your backyard always amazes me! It is so beautiful.”

Namjoon blushed and scratched the back of his neck, making his way to the variety of drinks he’d grabbed and prepared for the date. Despite knowing Hoseok for a while now, in his nerves for the date, he forgot all the things that Hoseok liked.

“I uh… I got us some soju. Do you want some now? Or do you want something else to drink? I have water, iced tea… sprite, I could make some--”

“I’ll have water.” 

Hoseok laughed, a soft look making its way on his face as he watched Namjoon pour some water. Namjoon was futzing around even after he gave Hoseok some water. 

“Sit down with me, Namjoon-ah.”

Namjoon coughed and did that, looking around anxiously as he did so.

“Is this your first date?” 

“W-W-wha-No? I… I’ve been on dates before! Many!” 

Namjoon was a beetroot with how red he was, squaring his shoulders and taking a large sip of his own drink.

Hoseok laughed and nodded, “Ok. Well, this is the first date I’ve been on in, like, 5 years.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh,” Hoseok laughed, “I missed you.”  

“Oh. I missed you too. What was the emergency at work?”

“They had a system outage. Lost some recordings I had made so they needed me to come in and record some more stuff. I don’t know why they didn’t have it backed up better… but everything was lost.” 

“Awwe. Was there much to rerecord?”

“Sadly. I am not promoting any music for a while but they had some video challenges prerecorded. We also lost a lot of vlog footage from dancing and stuff, but I managed to convince them to let me film it here.”

A comfortable flow of conversation settled over them as the night continued. Namjoon still had his nervous moments (and also almost set the grill on fire) but generally, the date was a comfortable and fun time. It was super fun, actually. Namjoon’s worries and stress quelled, he found himself melting into the flow of the night, a comfortable giddiness growing. Like fermenting wine, the night developed a sweet atmosphere and grew richer and richer with each minute. Hoseok was all giggles and sunshine every time their hands brushed and despite the night ending without even a peck on the lips, Namjoon found himself struggling to fall asleep that night as the date replayed on repeat. 

He felt tipsy on the events of the night, floating in a soft fuzzy buzz that relaxed him to no end.

Was it possible for Namjoon to fall hard for someone after the first date?

Namjoon looked out the train window, the town growing smaller as it chugged along. It was a fall crisp morning and the world around the train was slowly turning various shades of yellow. He had an impromptu meeting with his publisher but unlike a few years ago (before he started dating Hoseok), he felt excited. 

Hoseok’s manager was helping Namjoon surprise his boyfriend. 

He gets to see Jin hyung again.

When his stop came, Namjoon giddily got up, fumbling to grab his bag and rushing to check into his hotel. 

Hoseok was going to be on break in an hour. 

His manager was going to pick Namjoon up in thirty minutes. 

By the time the manager, Seojun, came by, Namjoon had worked up a sweat from rushing to and from a nearby grocery store. The car was sleek and fancy.

Namjoon stood frozen in front of the car in shock. 

Sure, he knew Hoseok and his company had money, but he hadn’t expected this much. The window rolled down. 

"You coming?" 

Namjoon jumped, rushing into the car and mumbling a small apology. He'd met Seojun a few times but that didn't stop the awkward air that settled over them. Throughout the ride, they made light conversation, long stretches of silence rested in the gaps. During those breaks, Namjoon’s nerves skyrocketed. 

Seojun cleared his throat near the end of the ride, “Now, Namjoon-ssi, I suspect Hoseok won’t actually be resting when you visit… which is why I am so appreciative of you coming. Hoseok works so hard but forgets to take breaks sometimes.”

Namjoon nodded, not quite knowing what to say in response. 

“I am glad you brought food as well. It’ll be good for him. I am sorry that I can’t get you both more time together though. The schedule can be somewhat flexible but sadly we do have an important session after this break so I can’t give you all too much time. I am hopeful that this will be a good break for Hoseok.”

“I am glad I can help.” Namjoon said, trying to hide his growing nerves.

This was a surprise visit and Hoseok loved Namjoon… but what if he didn’t want to see Namjoon today? 

What if Hoseok made plans that his manager didn’t know about? 

What if Hoseok didn’t want to take a break?

Sure Hoseok was preparing for a comeback next week and Namjoon would only likely get to actually interact with Hoseok for thirty or so minutes but… what if?

There wasn’t much time to dwell though as soon they arrived at Hybe’s building. It stood tall and cold in front of Namjoon. Every time he’s seen the building, it stole his breath. Unlike previous times when Namjoon had space to stand in front of the building and absorb the feelings, Seojun ushered him along.

All Namjoon could do as they made their way deeper into the building was focus on Seojun. He knew the area well and was weaving through the building expertly. Before long, they stood in front of a studio door.

Namjoon was familiar with it. In the few times he’s visited and the many video calls he’s had with Hoseok, his studio was the main place they happened. 

Seojun knocked on the door softly.

“Is it important? I am refining a song.”

Hoseok’s voice sounded rough from the constant use and Namjoon could hear the exhaustion that was dripping from it. 

“I thought I told you to take a break, Hoseok-ssi?”

“I’ll rest later.”

“You won’t have time to rest later.” 

Seojun looked over at Namjoon as if saying “I told you he’d be like this”.

Namjoon opened the door, “Hobi, get off your computer. It’s time to rest.” 

At neck breaking speed, Hoseok turned around, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open in surprise. He sat still, watching closely as Namjoon closed the studio door and set the food down.

“I hope you don’t mind the food I got. I arrived like an hour ago… didn’t have much time to get good quality food.”

As soon as the food was set down, Hoseok jumped up, engulfing Namjoon in a tight hug. 

“I missed you, Joonie-ah.”

“I missed you too.” 

They stood there in silence, tightly hugging each other. The studio was so quiet that the soft humming of Hoseok’s lamp could be heard. It was the tune to their hug. A constant soft hum.

“Oh shit. I need to save my project.” 

Namjoon laughed and watched as Hoseok quickly typed away on his computer. 

“You’re taking a break, Mister. As soon as you're done saving, let's sit on the couch and eat. I don’t know about you, but I am hungry.” 

After five minutes of Hoseok tapping away, Namjoon walked up to him, “Yeah! Save your work and come over.”

With a deep sigh, Hoseok stepped away.

“I hate you, Namjoon-ah.” 

Namjoon snorted.

“I love you too. You need a break.” 

Hoseok shook his head, a small smile on his face. The two of them settled on the couch, Hoseok curling up on Namjoon’s lap. They sat in silence, slowly munching on the food Namjoon got and relaxing.

Both of them knew that there wasn’t tons of time to relax together, Hoseok’s schedule was packed full, but neither of them brought it up. 

Less than two hours later, there was a soft knocking at the door. 

It was Seojun.

“Come in.”

Namjoon spoke quietly, looking down at Hoseok napping peacefully and gently shaking the man. 

As Seojun entered, Hoseok started to wake, blinking sleep away.

“It’s time for your vocal coach session.” 

Hoseok hummed, smacking his lips and hugging Namjoon tighter. Namjoon gently kissed his head.

“I’m meeting my hyung nearby so I won’t need a ride.” 

Seojun nodded.

Hoseok whined as Namjoon started to wiggle around. Leaving was the last thing he wanted to do but Hoseok had responsibilities that couldn’t be missed… and Namjoon was meeting Seokjin soon but that was something that he would cancel in a heartbeat if it meant more time with Hoseok. At that thought, Namjoon heard an imaginary Seokjin yelling and whining. As he got up with the speed of a sloth, it felt like part of his heart was staying behind with Hoseok, cheering him on and wrapping him in an eternal hug. 

If only Namjoon could do that.

With a chaste goodbye kiss and a long hug, Namjoon finally left Hoseok to continue with his schedule.

Leaving Hoseok’s company felt like a long trudge, an internal fight to turn around and stay with Hoseok raging as he walked. With the help of some people in the company, Namjoon somehow managed to make it out of the company and into the busy streets of Seoul to find Seokjin. 

When Namjoon finally made it to Seokjin, waving at the man tiredly, he laughed and said, “You look like someone stole your popsicle. Why do you look so sad, Namjoon-ah?” 

“Nothing. I just… I wish I had more time with my boyfriend.” Namjoon said, guiding Seokjin into the small restaurant.

The conversation seemed to die down as the two got seated and placed their order. A comfortable silence wraped around them like a blanket as they rested. Seokjin took a while to figure out what he wanted and as he did, Namjoon looked around, observing the three other customers that were here. They were all at another table across the room, chatting quietly as they ate their many dishes. 

Despite their quiet voices, Namjoon could almost make out what they were talking about with how small the restaurant was. In fact, if Seokjin and him held hands and stretched, they could touch both sides of the restaurant. Although they might need to move a table or two to do so. It was a cozy place that seemed to be steeped in a warm hue from the lights and candles scattered about. 

Since Namjoon and Hoseok started dating, Namjoon found himself pushing less and less for useless meetings to be zoom meetings or emails. The small meetings were an excuse to travel to Seoul when Hoseok was here. Hoseok and Seokjin combined convinces Namjoon that a few boring meetings that he could zone out during was worth the trip. He hadn’t regretted it. 

Especially since Seokjin and him had found such a good restaurant. Not only was it a small family owned place, but not a lot of people knew about it and their food was amazing. For cheap, they could get tons of good side dishes and some amazing homemade ramen. Plus, it was close enough to Hoseok’s company that Namjoon could pop in sometimes or deliver some food. 

“Can you stop thinking about your boyfriend for a second and fill me in on your life?” Seokjin said with a laugh, interrupting Namjoon’s thoughts.

Namjoon laughed and shook his head, “I am sorry, hyung. It seems he’s always on my mind these days.”

“If that’s the case, why don’t you propose?” He asked, playing with the empty soju glass on their table as he watched the waiter walk around the store. 

Namjoon nodded, the thought making him anxious and excited, his thoughts rushing off like runoff into a gutter as Seokjin started talking about some other topic. Namjoon’s mind flited in and out of their conversation that night, thoughts of proposing to his boyfriend of three years sticking to him like glue. 

It wouldn’t be something that’d happen soon since Hoseok will be having a world tour after his music release… and maybe Hoseok’s company has an engagement ban despite them being somewhat open to Hoseok dating… Would Namjoon still be a private part of Hoseok’s life if they got engaged or would he become publicly linked to Hoseok…

“Yeah! Namjoon-ah! Are you listening to me?” Seokjin asked, setting his soju glass down loudly as he waved in front of Namjoon’s face. 

“Oh? Sorry, hyung. I got distracted. What were you talking about?” 

Seokjin laughed and shook his head before launching into a conversation about his latest pokemon adventures. Namjoon tried to pay attention, his mind struggling more and more as the night progressed. There was a tangled web of thoughts in his head and it seemed to be growing more and more. 

Somehow, Namjoon did manage to stay somewhat engaged and had a decent time with his hyung. They ended their night walking the streets and watching buskers, the two tipsily dancing along to the music. The night seemed to end with a pastel pink heu as Namjoon left Seokjin laughing excitedly and found himself falling asleep as soon as he made it home. 

Even though Namjoon was here for three more days, the time flew by quickly. He spent it writing in cafes, hanging with Seokjin again, and video calling Hoseok every night. Ideally, Namjoon would’ve been staying with Hoseok but with his comeback so close, Hoseok had reporters and fans practically living outside his apartment. It wouldn't been too risky. This way, Namjoon was also able to walk around a lot. Something he wouldn't have been able to do if he stayed with Hoseok.

Namjoon did get a laugh out of an article that showed off Hoseok’s and his “close friendship”. It had been released after they took a walk during one of Hoseok’s miniscule breaks. It really was just to the closest cafe to get coffee and back but the time with Hoseok was wonderful. 

*Their friendship would be talked about as even closer if Namjoon proposed to Hoseok.*

Namjoon chuckled at that thought and shook his head at the thought, trying to focus on the beautiful view he could see from the train. The thought of proposing hadn’t quite left his head ever and somehow it stuck with him as Hoseok had his comeback and left for tour. 

Their distance was almost more painful as the thoughts of a proposal grew in Namjoon’s head but they managed. Their old reliable video calling at odd hours and slow texting made do.

It also gave Namjoon even time to indulge in his thoughts of proposal as he went out and bought a small ring for Hoseok without worry of sneaking around. Given with Hoseok and his schedules Namjoon wouldn't have had to sneak around anyways. With the ring tucked away safely in his apartment, Namjoon’s excitement festered and grew all throughout Hoseok’s tour. 

This was real. 

He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Hoseok. 

Hoseok didn’t return home right after his tour, having to go to a few meetings first and Namjoon waited for Hoseok. His writing distracted him from the excitement of seeing Hoseok again. When Hoseok came, the two spent every possible second together. The ring sat patiently in one of Namjoon’s drawers.

They had a month together before Hoseok was whisked away again by his job. The ring sat patiently as Namjoon cheered Hoseok on and occasionally visited. 

Two years passed and Hoseok had moved in with Namjoon. The ring sat quietly tucked away from Hoseok. 

One fateful rainy summer day, Hoseok and Namjoon walked out to dance around in their quiet haven. The ring sat patiently in Namjoon’s pants pocket, soon to be sitting happily on Hoseok’s ring finger. 

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jeon jungkook fics that had me going feral

hi guys, here's a part 2 to my favorite jjk fics on tumblr! note that many of these fics contain 18+ content. you are responsible for the content you consume! as always, if you enjoyed any of these fics as much as i did, please take a moment to send some love to the authors! part 1 | other bts members

➺ cold nights & blurred lines - by @awrkive

summary: jungkook and you have been in a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it’s casual for the most part. but as time passes, you can’t help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.

➺ night crawlers - by @alphabetboyluvr

summary: jungkook’s always been good at running. track, field, red lights, shit outta luck. drugs, now, too. but he doesn’t expect to run into you. in your shared lecture halls, sure. maybe. but not down the back alleys of daerim at ass o’clock in the morning. there are only three types of women he ever sees in daerim: hookers, sugar-babies and addicts. you aren't any of those; you're a trust-fund baby who can get percocet on private repeat prescription, if you really want it. he's sure of it. so it then further begs the question: why the fuck are you here?

➺ this is how you fall in love - by @jeonqkooks

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.

➺ the dilf installments - by @mercurygguk

summary: this series follows jungkook’s life as a divorced father. but wait, how exactly does one balance being a father, a boyfriend, a friend, and a respectable boss at the same time? read the installments below to find out!

➺ ultimatum - by @parkmuse

summary: your pervy, idiotic boyfriend just so happens to also be your friendly neighborhood Spider-man (in bed).

➺ a hero's journey - by @hansolmates

summary: jungkook and jisoo are the mightiest power couple. however, one drunken confession and that whole facade fades in an instant. you realize that maybe you need to break from your unvaried life for a bit and be the hero of your own love story

➺ tempest - by @kooktrash

summary: you’ve always considered your life to be more mundane than you would like to admit. it was a constant cycle of the same things over and over again that when you meet jeon jungkook at a bar, of all places, you didn’t expect to see just how much he would change your life and those around you. he’s got an air of mystery around him with his charming good looks and a violent past that you slowly begun to unravel when it feels like everything is going perfect.

➺ by its cover - by @gimmesumsuga

summary: the one where Jungkook makes a horrifically bad first impression.

➺ slow dancing - by @yoonia

summary: when your countdown appeared on your wrist right in the morning of your eighteenth birthday, you had thought that perhaps the universe was on your side, especially since the final seconds were already ticking so soon. You just never expected to have your first meeting with your soulmate to be the day when you had to let him go. But hope was not lost when you still found love without the bond, and Jungkook showed you that it was possible to find happiness beyond the system that was written for you. Except that the universe doesn’t seem to have enough of its game, when your past sacrifice comes back hitting you straight in the face, just when you had believed that you had written off the perfect ending to your bittersweet tale.

➺ e s p r e s s o - by @joonberriess

➺ hold me closer - by @ahundredtimesover

summary: when you're asked to look after your parents' house and meet them before they go on vacation, you, Jimin, and Jungkook take the trip to your hometown of Busan and relive memories of your youth. While your new relationship has you feeling like a lovesick teenager with all the affection that Jungkook shows you, you're still you - a professional trying to make it in the corporate world, and an eldest child trying not to disappoint her parents. And that turns out to be your undoing, as a little blunder causes a rift between you and Jungkook, resulting in a trip that you might as well have messed up… Not if your brother can help it, though.

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Fool's Gold || Part I

Summary: Sweet Y/N, with her fluffy pastel dresses, soft makeup, and ditzy mannerisms. She’s seen as a fool in a world where there is no place for such things, but little do they know, the only fools are them.

Pairing: mafia leader!Jungkook x mafia leader's daughter!reader

Genre: mafia au, arranged marriage au

Word Count: 10k

Warnings: most warnings associated with mafia fics (e.g. violence, blood, etc), additional warnings might be added as the story progresses

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“I heard that she’s a complete airhead.”

Jungkook’s expensive shoes smacked against the pristine white and gold marble floors as he continued to walk through the lavish hallway, hands disappearing behind his pockets while his steps were slow and confident. Most would think he was choosing to ignore the comment, but his closest friend knew better than to rush a man as calculating as Jungkook. 

Instead, Taehyung strolled alongside him, taking in the glittering chandeliers looming over their heads and the intricate designs carved into the white walls that were much too traditional for his taste. Jungkook and Taehyung were nowhere near out of place in the sea of extravagance with their custom suits and shiny black dress shoes. Taehyung, the more simple of the two, had his brown hair parted and pushed back to reveal a blemish free forehead while his grey and black suit complimented the grey specks in his brown irises. 

On the other hand, Jungkook’s black on black outfit adorned two expensive cufflinks and a gold brooch attached to his lapel. Taehyung’s gaze dropped to his black hair, which he noticed had grown in the past month. 

When Taehyung realised that Jungkook wasn’t going to speak, he decided to fill the silence. 

“Like apparently she’s huge on wearing pink and frilly stuff -which I guess is just a girl thing- but still, this is a mafia not a tea party.”

He paused, waiting for his comrade to offer his thoughts, but was met with silence once again. 

“I’ve also heard she’s dumber than a pile of rocks. Barely passed high school and then dropped out of university not even a month in. Her major wasn’t even that hard. Commerce, was it?”

Taehyung’s eyebrows furrowed as Jungkook continued to lengthen the silence. 

“And as you already must know, she was also married about a year ago but then was widowed after her husband was killed by a rival gang on the same day. Even though their marriage didn’t even last a full 24 hours, she had been so traumatised by the whole thing that apparently she didn’t even speak for an entire month after the ordeal. Can you imagine how much of a princess she must be for a simple death to shake her that much? She must be a real- come on man, how long are you going to make me go on?”

Jungkook turned his head to offer him a sly grin, “I was wondering when you would reach your limit.”

Taehyung gave him a halfhearted punch to the arm, “you’re such a jerk. Answer my question man. I’m dying to know what she’s actually like.”

He followed Jungkook as he turned into another hallway, curious as to what he thought of her, but his answer had him staring at Jungkook incredulously. 

“I don’t know.”

Taehyung faltered in his step, gaping at the back of the man who continued through the hallway nonchalantly. When the weight of his answer finally processed completely in Taehyung’s mind, he ran forward so that he could walk alongside his friend once again. 

“I think you misunderstood my question,” Taehyung tried again slowly, “I want to know about Lee Y/N, you know, your soon to be wife? The one you’re about to marry right now?”

“What is there to know?” Jungkook commented, mind occupied with a topic of much more importance, “a marriage with her will allow for the unification of two powerful mafia families and will also allow for an heir to be born. Is that not the whole point of marriages for individuals like us?”

“Well yeah, but there’s no harm in getting to know her at least a little bit. Did you even hear about the ‘dumb as rocks’ part when I was rambling?”

“That will only make her easier to control,” he deadpanned.

“Fine, whatever. Is she at least pretty?”

Taehyung’s eyes widened even more when Jungkook didn’t respond, “please tell me you’ve met her at least once. Oh my god, have you even looked at a picture of her?” 

Jungkook's silence was all Taehyung needed to know that the answer was, in fact, no,” I knew I shouldn’t have gone out of the country! My parents kept telling me everything would be fine and they’d take care of the whole thing but you haven’t even met her once? I should’ve made my return flight earlier, then I could’ve-”

Taehyung’s voice faltered as he noticed Jungkook’s distant expression, causing his brows to furrow. He wasn’t listening to a word he was saying, which wasn’t something entirely out of the ordinary, but it usually wasn’t this bad. He sighed as he shifted his gaze to the expensive hall before him. 

“Is this about the Parks?” He asked, noticing his friend’s focus return.

“It’s the Parks and the Mins,” Jungkook admitted, “ever since their alliance, they’ve been getting bold. They made a move on our West docks last week and would have been successful in seizing them if it weren’t for the blackmail I managed to procure at the last minute. But that won’t hold them off for long.”

Taehyung’s head tilted to the side, “you’ve always enjoyed a challenge. Why’s this bothering you so much?”

Jungkook turned into another hallway to finally come face to face with a large pair of grandiose double doors that towered over them. The two men came to a stop, aware that their conversation was now on a timer. 

“I just… have an uneasy feeling,” he said, unable to reveal anymore to Taehyung. He couldn’t bring himself to tell his best friend what he had really witnessed when he visited the docks yesterday.

Taehyung, clueless to Jungkook’s inner turmoil, slapped him on the back, lightening the mood with a grin, “come on man, this is your wedding. You’ll figure everything out later, for now just relax. You deserve it.”

Before he could protest, Taehyung shoved the double doors open to reveal an enormous and crowded wedding hall. The white and gold marble floor stretched across the entire room, while multiple diamonds came together to form a giant chandelier that hung over the hundreds of tables that had been decorated with shiny silverware and pristine white roses. The people were just as decorated as the furniture, with their elegant gowns and glamorous jewellery. 

At the sound of the doors opening, the once chattering crowd silenced, opting to sneak glances at Jungkook and his friend instead. Hushed whispers echoed around the hall as Jungkook straightened his back and held his head high before making his way to the centre of the room. Behind him, Taehyung took his place, his outgoing and extroverted personality tucked away to look just as regal and intimidating as the groom. The crowd began gathering on either side of the aisle, clearly excited for the bride who had been scheduled to appear any second now. 

Most men’s hearts would be racing during a time like this, Jungkook thought distantly, eyes focused on the aisle as well. Marriage to others was supposed to symbolise unwavering love and devotion. But not for him. For him marriage was simply a contract, a means to an end that he hoped would lessen the burden of a number of challenges. In a world like this, there was no such thing as love. 

Only power. 

The sound of the double doors opening pulled him from his thoughts, with two professionally dressed workers fixing them on either side so that they remained open this time. Jungkook watched a pair of women in what seemed like light pink bridesmaid dresses trail behind two girls who couldn’t have been more than five throwing white and light pink flower petals in the air. Behind the entourage was a figure drenched in white. 

You walked slowly into the room, your glimmering white dress trailing behind you as a thick white veil draped over your face and the front of your dress. Jungkook could only make out your hands clutching a small bouquet of white roses while your arm looped around your father’s, who was slowly guiding you down the aisle. Despite the aid, he couldn’t help but notice an uneasiness to your steps and a slight shake in your hands. 

The crowd’s gaze stayed fixed on your figure, drinking in the Jeon Jungkook’s soon to be wife. There were some gasps of astonishment at the beauty of your dress and figure, while there were some gasps of jealousy towards the woman who was taking Jungkook off the market. You didn’t seem to pay them any attention as your head stayed fixed in front of you, focusing on not falling as you continued through the aisle. 

To Jungkook, it felt like years had passed before you finally reached the small steps leading to the stage he was standing on, your bridesmaids taking their places on the opposite side of where Taehyung was standing. Your father unlooped his arm from yours and stepped back to sit on one of the seats that had been reserved for him, leaving you to hesitantly step onto the stage yourself. Your heel wobbled as you brought your foot forward and Jungkook knew exactly what would happen before it did. 

He watched your heel slip sideways, causing you to careen to your right under the heaviness of your dress. But before you could crash into the large pots of white roses, Jungkook shot forward so that his hand could grab your waist, hoisting you up to prevent you from falling. The crowd swooned at the gesture, murmuring about its romantic nature, though all Jungkook could wonder was how you’ve been surviving in a mafia family for so long. Taehyung had only said you were dumb, not a complete klutz too. 

He could feel the warmth of your delicate hand on his shoulder as he guided you up the steps, only letting go of you once the two of you were facing the patiently waiting priest. Once he had motioned for everyone to sit, he began his sermon in an obnoxiously boring voice. Jungkook had no particular interest in paying attention to a speech he had listened to multiple times growing up. Instead, he took the chance to survey you briefly. With your veil still hiding your face, he could only take in your perfect figure and pristine skin. 

Eventually, the priest asked you to remove your veil, to which you complied slowly. Taehyung came forward, offering to take the bouquet in your hands while your bridesmaids helped you hesitantly lift the soft white cloth over your head. 

A wave of hushed whispers spread throughout the crowd at the sight of your face, one that caught Jungkook off guard. Your eyes had been lined with a light liner, while your lips and cheeks had been made to look dainty. Your hair fell from the top of your head to your shoulders, styled in a way that framed your features and neck. Jungkook noticed a small silver necklace in the shape of a heart resting against your exposed collarbone. 

Your makeup made you look so innocent and… young. Jungkook almost wanted to pull Taehyung’s parents aside and confirm that you really were twenty three and not some nineteen year old. It was a bit of a turn off, he realised, slightly bothered by the fact. As a twenty six year old, he obviously wasn’t into teenagers, so he didn’t know what having a wife that looked like one was going to do for him. 

Then again, he wasn’t marrying you for some kind of gratification. He was marrying you because he needed to form a strong alliance between your father’s gang and his so that he could be, or at the very least appear, stronger than the Mins and Parks. You were nothing more than a path to more power and, aside from upholding his responsibilities as a husband, he would treat you as such.

As the priest continued to drone on, Jungkook continued to analyse your form. He watched your eyes stay focused on the priest before they strayed, hesitantly landing on Jungkook for a split second. When you noticed his gaze already on you, a small squeak sounded from your lips before you quickly shifted your focus forward. With the bouquet of flowers now hanging from Taehyung’s hand, your own fingers were clasped awkwardly in front of you. 

You were apparently everything Taehyung had painted you as earlier, Jungkook thought. Your makeup and mannerisms had an air of exaggerated innocence, while your body language was shy and sheepish. He had no problem imagining you as a weak girl that was so traumatised by the death of your first husband that you couldn’t utter a single word the following month. 

The priest turned to the seated crowd, beckoning anyone that had an issue with the marriage to step forward and speak their mind. Just as Jungkook expected, no one dared make a stand, preferring to cherish the connection between their head and neck instead. Following the silence, you and Jungkook were made to stand facing each other.

Your gaze was fixed on his collar, seemingly too shy to meet Jungkook’s eyes. It only confirmed his suspicions regarding your confidence, or lack thereof. 

Yet, despite your evidently timid nature and lack of intelligence, Jungkook couldn’t help but experience an uncanny feeling lingering at the back of his mind. Perhaps it was his untrusting nature, or maybe he had just been forced to over analyse you during the long and boring sermon. But he could have sworn that there was something about you. Just… something about the way you had trouble meeting his gaze yet seemed to have no problem in scanning Taehyung up and down. For a fraction of a moment, the look in your eyes was almost calculated, as if you had been assessing him. But just as fast as Jungkook thought he saw it, the look disappeared, replaced by a timid and shy gaze once again. It left him questioning whether he had even seen it in the first place, or whether he was letting paranoia see things that weren’t there. 

Finally, the priest turned to the two of you and made you both say your vows outloud. They were the standard vows, Jungkook and you putting no effort in creating a confession that you both knew was ingenuine. Instead, the two of you repeated after him, answering “I do” when the time was right. Jungkook was glad that, despite your seemingly ditzy nature, you hadn’t requested any giant romantic gestures. According to your father, you had even had no problem with Jungkook requesting that there be no kiss at the altar. It made his life a lot easier and truthfully made this entire situation a lot less awkward.

To Jungkook’s relief, the priest finally addressed the crowd once more, ending the sermon on a final note filled with hope and prosperity. He spoke about how the marriage would strengthen the two mafias, mitigating worries relating to attacks from enemies that may wish to harm them. Jungkook had already expected this part of the speech, as he had been the one to tell the priest to say those exact words. 

At the end of the sermon, Jungkook and you were made to walk down the aisle back to where he knew his expensive car was waiting. He turned to you, looping his arm around yours so that you wouldn’t fall again, and guided you down the steps slowly. He noticed that your every step was still wobbly and he could feel your hand shaking as you placed it on his bicep to steady yourself further. But this time, with the veil now draped behind you, he could see the distress in your face as well. Your eyes were wide as you took in the crowd surrounding you, looking as naive as Taehyung had made you out to be. 

Jungkook tried to remind himself of Taehyung’s words. About how you had barely been able to pass high school and then completely dropped out of university a month in. About how your style consisted of pink and frilly clothes that didn’t have much place in the mafia. About how, at this moment, you seemed almost scared of the crowd and attention. 

A girl like that was shy and naive and ditzy. Aside from being slightly irritating, that meant you couldn’t be much of a threat to him or anyone else. If anything your incompetence would be a threat to your own self. Jungkook had nothing to worry about when it came to you. 

So he tried not to be unsettled. 

He tried not to be unsettled by the fact that, despite your apparently innocent and weak nature, your fingers were gripping into his bicep so hard he would no doubt wake up with a bruise tomorrow morning. 

He tried not to be unsettled by the way your shy gaze, which stayed fixed on the floor, would sometimes stray upwards to almost study the crowd around you before quickly darting back to the ground. 

He tried not to be unsettled when you looked up at him to give him a bashful smile, one that the logical part of him agreed looked sweet and innocent enough.

Yet, why did another part of him wonder whether there had been something else lurking behind those seemingly innocent eyes?

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The only thing that Jungkook had learned about you from the car ride was that your voice was as light and soft as your appearance. 

The ride in his black car decorated with gleaming small white roses and ribbons had been mostly silent, the two of you making no effort to start a conversation. Jungkook had never been one for small talk, more than content to let Taehyung talk for hours instead. The reason for your lack of conversation, though, was unknown to him. 

It was only when he was speeding through the highway that you had spoken to request that he slow down a bit. Your voice had been soft and timid, as if you were scared that Jungkook would lash out at you for the simple request. Or maybe that was just the way you spoke. Considering your personality, Jungkook wouldn’t find that too hard to believe.

Now the two of you walked through the entrance of his home, your eyes taking in the grandeur of it all. Despite its vastness, Jungkook felt that this was where he felt the most comfortable: between the white and fawn walls, the elaborately designed bannisters, and the creme marble floors. His home had remained the only constant in his life and, because of that, he cherished it immensely. 

There were only a few people that Jungkook had allowed inside, all of whom were people that he trusted with his life. This was the first time, he realised, that someone outside of those few was stepping foot onto the marble floor and laying their eyes on the spiralling staircase. It was an odd feeling, allowing you to enter into what he felt was the only place that truly allowed his mind and body to relax. 

He observed your reaction curiously, taking in your wide eyes. They bounced from one thing to the next, each structure seeming to fascinate you more and more. He still couldn’t shake off the feeling that you were assessing the space, but the logical part of him kept trying to reassure himself that you couldn’t possibly be considered any kind of threat. 

The sound of the door opening behind him pulled him from his thoughts. He turned around to find Taehyung walking through the doorway, a particular look on his face. Jungkook recognised it right away, causing him to turn to you for a moment while calling over one of the maids. 

“Get her to the bedroom,” Jungkook commanded the maid as Taehyung stepped beside him, “and help her take off her makeup and dress into something comfortable.”

The maid nodded before she began to guide you up the flight of stairs, pointing out a few directions here and there to get you comfortable with the new environment. Jungkook watched you look back at him and Taehyung for a split second, an unreadable look in your eyes, before you faced forward once again and allowed yourself to be dragged away wordlessly. 

Once you had disappeared up the stairs, Jungkook turned to Taehyung with a raised eyebrow.

“Well?” He prodded. 

Taehyung glanced at the top of the stairs to make sure you really were gone, “I should be asking you that. What do you think of her?”

Jungkook mulled over his question for a moment, “she seems to be everything you said she is. Although, are you sure-”

“She is one hundred percent twenty three years old. I triple checked that one,” Taehyung said immediately, hands up in a gesture of surrender. 

Jungkook let his hands nestle into his pockets, wondering if he should bring up his other concerns as well. Uptil now, you haven’t actually done or said anything worth garnering suspicion. Jungkook just seemed to be picking up on small things here and there, but he wasn’t sure if those things were just him being paranoid or genuinely things that he should be cautious over. This whole marriage thing was proving to be a lot more confusing than he had initially thought. 

“What is it?” Taehyung asked, noticing his friend’s silence. Jungkook hesitated for a moment, but, after earning a questioning look from Taehyung, he relented slightly. 

“How well of a background check did your parents do on her?” Jungkook asked cautiously. He didn’t want Taehyung to know too much of how he was feeling at the moment, in case this was just his mind being overactive, but something in Taehyung’s expression seemed to indicate that he knew a lot more than what Jungkook was letting on. 

“They did a very thorough one, of course,” Taehyung said, eyeing Jungkook knowingly, “you know my parents. If there’s one thing that they’re the best at, it’s uncovering people’s secrets.”

Then he added with a smile, “couldn’t get away with much while growing up because of it.”

Jungkook let his gaze wander around the room, “I just…”

“You’re just suspicious of her,” Taehyung finished, causing Jungkook to look his way, “of course you’re suspicious Jungkook, you’re letting a girl that you’ve never even met before into your house for the first time. It’s a natural reaction, especially considering how untrusting we’ve been conditioned to be since we were young.”

Taehyung clapped Jungkook on the back reassuringly, “I was the exact same way when I married Chaewon. Hell, in our first year of being married I even accused her of being a traitor when she was planning a surprise party for my birthday. When she finally told me… man, it took me a whole year to make it up to her. On another note, from a married man to a newly married man, don’t accuse your wife of anything unless you’re a hundred and ten percent sure of it. Otherwise you’ll never hear the end of it.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, causing Taehyung to laugh.

“Besides, have you seen Y/N? She’s so shy and naive, her own reflection in the mirror must frighten her. I doubt you have anything to worry about, especially after my parents’ background check. Just enjoy yourself, man, it’s your wedding night,” Taehyung said with a knowing smirk. 

Obviously ignoring the suggestive comment, Jungkook nodded, finding logic in Taehyung’s other words. Jungkook had never been married, all of this was new to him. But if Taehyung, who had been married for almost a decade, said feelings like this were normal, then maybe he really was just being overly paranoid about the situation. You’d had a thorough background check done, which revealed nothing, and your personality was quite clear to Jungkook after he’d observed you at the wedding. 

It was time Jungkook started trying to enjoy this marriage as much as he could. He was going to be stuck with you indefinitely, and constantly being suspicious of you was only going to wear him out, especially since you now had access to the only place he allowed himself to be free of the constantly vigilant and calculating mind that came with being the leader of the Jeons. 

Jungkook turned to Taehyung, about to thank him for the insight, but the sound of the door opening once again caused the two to shift their gaze to behind them. The sight of the man walking through the doorway immediately had Jungkook wrinkling his nose in distaste while Taehyung’s expression had become a distant neutral. The man didn’t seem to mind the reactions if he noticed them, casually strolling deeper into the house until he was standing before the two. 

“Jungkook, Taehyung,” Daehyun nodded, the respectful gesture somehow seeming more disrespectful if anything. He had clearly just come back from the wedding, still wearing his black suit and light brown hair styled back, “you just got married, yet I see only Taehyung and no bride. Shall I assume the two of you are running away together?”

The tasteless joke was followed by a deep laugh, one that belonged to neither Jungkook nor Taehyung. Instead they just stared at him with an unamused scowl.

“Relax, it’s only a joke,” he shook his head, gaze wandering the place casually, “I doubt your wife and kid would like the thought of that anyway.”

Taehyung’s jaw ticked at Daehyun’s words. Even if he hadn’t directly threatened or disrespected them in any way, just the mention of his family from his mouth was enough for Taehyung’s gaze to turn icy.

“Careful Daehyun, you’re standing before two mafia leaders,” Taehyung said, voice low and intimidating, “I would be less casual in our presence if I were you.”

To Taehyung and Jungkook’s dismay, Daehyun simply chuckled, “ah yes, but Jungkook and I are cousins. He’ll cut me some slack, won’t he?”

Jungkook didn’t answer, even after Daehyun gave his arm a lighthearted punch. Daehyun was the cousin that Jungkook could never be rid of, no matter how badly he wanted to. He was slimy and tactless and everything Jungkook hated rolled into one unbearable being. Having to give him access to his home, his only place of peace, had been one of the hardest things to do. But at the time, Jungkook had had to make sacrifices and this had been one of them. 

Daehyun, undeterred by his cousin’s lack of response, leaned his arm on Jungkook’s shoulder casually, “congratulations by the way. When I saw your wife’s face- god did she look young! You’re so lucky man, I hope my future wife turns out like that.”

Jungkook grimaced as he suddenly felt the desire to wipe off any remnants of Daehyun’s touch from his suit. Daehyun had attended the same university as Taehyung and Jungkook, yet he had evidently obtained none of the class that they had. Everyday he wondered how the two of them could possibly be related. For the sake of Jungkook’s mental wellbeing, sometimes he liked to imagine Daehyun had actually been adopted and his parents had simply decided not to share that piece of information. 

“I should get going,” Jungkook said stiffly, brushing his cousin’s arm off his shoulder. He fixed his suit as Daehyung smirked at him, likely thinking of Jungkook’s comment as more suggestive than he had actually meant. 

Jungkook faced Taehyung to give him a curt nod before he turned and began walking up the stairs, not bothering to use the fawn iron bannisters on either side of him. He could hear Taehyung taking his leave through the front door, dragging a complaining Daehyun behind him to Jungkook’s satisfaction. The sound of the front door shutting had never sounded so delightful. 

A silence ensued as Jungkook walked through the hallway upstairs, continuing until he paused in front of his bedroom’s door. He couldn’t hear any noises coming from inside the room, so, with a light knock against the white and fawn wood, his hand wrapped around the handle to turn it and finally push the door open. 

The windows displayed an almost set sun, coating the atmosphere in a blanket of dimness. Everything about his bedroom had been changed. His once dark brown and white bed had been switched out for a cream and fawn coloured one, with a bouquet of vibrant red roses sitting atop the fancy and plush duvet, while his black leather couches had been replaced by light cloth ones. The ceiling and walls had been painted white, complimenting the new white and fawn patterned marble floor. His old dresser had also disappeared, a cream coloured dresser twice its size sitting in its place instead. 

Aside from the drastic changes that had been made to his bedroom, no doubt to signify the change that came with marriage, the first thing Jungkook noticed was the maid who was drawing the curtains closed. The room would have fallen into complete darkness if it weren’t for the lamps sitting atop the bedside tables which were emanating a warm light around the space. 

The second thing he noticed was you, who was sitting timidly on the edge of the bed and facing him. Your fingers were playing awkwardly in front of you while your gaze had been fixed on the floor, but at the sound of the door opening, your head raised to look at Jungkook. The sight of your face once again caught him off guard, the lack of makeup revealing a different side of you. 

You no longer looked young. Without the innocent look that had been created with the blushes and the eyeliners and the lip glosses, Jungkook could see the mature shape of your eyes and the defined look of your features. You looked your age now, a lot more maturity prominent in your appearance. 

You were pretty. Jungkook could admit that much now that you didn’t resemble a teenager. He wondered why you had done your makeup like that in the first place. He’d been to many weddings before and none of the brides had been made to look so young. Then again, Taehyung had already told him that, on top of looking innocent and naive, you seemed to dress the part as well. 

“Is something wrong?” Your soft voice asked, eyes blinking innocently up at him. 

Jungkook shook his head, motioning for the maid to leave the room. She gave you both a low bow before scurrying out the doorway, making sure to close the door behind her. 

“No,” he finally answered. For the first time in a long time he wasn’t entirely sure what to do. He wasn’t sure if you were expecting anything to happen tonight, or if you even wanted anything to happen for now. 

His gaze lowered as he mulled over his next actions. You had changed out of your wedding dress into a light pink, mesh lace nightgown that came all the way down to your knees with a silk bow stitched into the centre of your chest, as if your clothes were meant to compensate for the lack of makeup dolling up your features. He almost wanted to raise an eyebrow at you, but you seemed much too fragile to be ridiculed. 

Alternatively, he decided to take an experimental step in your direction, surveying your reaction closely. He watched your fingers close tighter around the duvet on which you sat, your gaze hesitantly darting everywhere but him. That was answer enough for him to know how far you were ready to take it tonight. So instead, he passed the bed, opting instead to drop onto the couch on the far end of the room. While he was facing you, you had to turn your head to keep him in your sights. 

“What would you like to do now?” He asked you, resting an arm over the back of the couch while he crossed an ankle over his knee. 

Your gaze dropped to your lap, watching your fingers fidget against each other nervously. It was almost as if having to answer a question like that had you stressed, which again made Jungkook wonder how you had survived growing up in a mafia family. How could you have been this weak?

“I-I don’t know,” you squeaked, not able to meet his gaze. 

Jungkook sighed, turning his head to the side to survey the room. Technically, the two of you could just call it a night and go to sleep. You were clearly too shy to even speak a word to him, and Jungkook had never been one to beg others for things. Only time would tell how well the two of you would get to know each other. 

But then Jungkook’s gaze dropped to the coffee table in front of him, noticing some sort of gift basket placed in its centre. It was obviously a wedding gift, filled with chocolates, scented candles, roses… and some wine and champagne. Jungkook has always been more of a whiskey guy, but right now he’d take just about anything. 

“Why don’t we have a drink?” He suggested, uncrossing his leg so that he could lean forward and grab the top of the expensive-looking bottle of red wine. He prayed you weren’t one of those people that didn’t drink, your innocent personality couldn’t possibly extend all the way to drinking as well. 

You paused for a moment, taking in the bottle in Jungkook’s hand, before slowly nodding your head, to Jungkook’s relief. 

He beckoned you over with his free hand, “come here.”

You hesitated before slowly pushing yourself off the bed and took small steps towards him. Jungkook waited patiently until you were standing right in front of the couch, hands clasped shyly in front of you while your gaze stayed glued to the floor. He held up the bottle of wine and champagne in front of you, hoping you weren’t so dumb that you wouldn’t understand the question in his actions. Thankfully you studied the two bottles before a shaky hand raised and tapped against the bottle of champagne. 

He pushed the bottle in your direction, forcing you to take it in your own hands, before standing up from the couch. The unexpected action seemed to scare you, causing you to immediately take a timid step backwards while you hugged the bottle to your chest. Jungkook had to suppress a tired, and maybe even slightly annoyed sigh, as he manoeuvred past you. He was trying to be patient, but this was becoming ridiculous. 

“You get that open while I wash up,” he said to you, pointing at the bottle still pressed to your chest, “okay?”

You nodded slowly, allowing him to turn away from you and walk into the joint bathroom. Once the door was closed behind him he let out the sigh he had suppressed earlier. You really were… something. He couldn’t believe he had been suspicious of you earlier when you could barely even function properly, much less be any sort of threat. It was irritating, Jungkook felt, to have someone so incompetent for a wife. He wondered if he would have to break you out of that shell. You were the wife of a mafia leader now after all, you had to keep up at least some air of confidence in the presence of others so that you didn’t make him look weak. 

Jungkook walked over to the sink and turned it on, splashing some cold water on his face before he began brushing his teeth. You were far from his ideal type, and he doubted this marriage would ever stem into whatever Taehyung and Chaewon had going on. Hell, he was wondering how the two of you could ever even produce an heir. You’d probably spontaneously combust if he even tried to touch you. And besides, he didn’t really want to touch you if he was being honest. You reminded him too much of a weak and helpless child, which was obviously a huge turn off. He may have been a mafia leader, but he wasn’t a complete monster. 

Jungkook placed his toothbrush into the holder after spitting into the sink, drying himself off with one of the towels hanging near him. He was about to start changing into more comfortable clothes, only getting as far as unbuttoning the first few buttons of his black collar shirt, before a crashing sound rang from the bedroom. In less than a second he had pushed out of the bathroom, immediately scanning the bedroom before him as his hand automatically sought out the gun at his side. 

It took him a moment to realise the lack of intruders in the room, and then another to take in your completely unharmed form. You were standing with your hands covering your mouth, looking down at the ground. Jungkook followed your gaze to find the champagne bottle rolling along the marble floor, still entirely intact. You had clearly dropped the thing accidentally, causing Jungkook to place his gun back in his waistband.

“I’m s-so sorry,” you squeaked, bending down quickly to pick up the bottle. Suppressing a huff, Jungkook walked over to you to take it from your hands. 

“Here, let me do it,” he said, taking two of the crystal champagne flutes from the gift basket and placing them on the glass coffee table as he sat himself down on the couch, distantly annoyed at the fact that you couldn’t even pour a glass of champagne by yourself. Was this seriously what he was going to have to deal with from now on?

He tipped the bottle, filling both glasses to the brim with the bubbling liquid as you hesitantly sat yourself down on the couch to his left. His gaze fell on you as he was about to offer you one of the flutes, but paused when he noticed the look on your face. For the first time since he met you, you looked almost… excited. Usually your eyes would be downturned and focused on the floor, but this time they were fixed on the crystal glasses before you as if you were eager to taste the expensive liquid. Jungkook made a note of it, tucking it into the back of his mind for later. 

“Take one,” he said as he motioned towards one of the glasses, but to his surprise you hesitantly shook your head. Your expression had turned timid once again, any hint of excitement from earlier entirely gone. He narrowed his eyes at you as he wondered if he had just imagined it. It had barely been there anyway. 

“I don’t drink,” you said in your signature soft tone, not able to meet his gaze. Of course you don’t, Jungkook thought irritatedly, god forbid the princess touch a glass of champagne. He knew the thought was immature, but there was no way he was the most immature person in the room at the moment. 

He pushed himself off the couch, very much aware that his patience was starting to wear thin, “well then I guess we should call it a night.”

But before he could step towards the bed, your hand shot out, clutching the edge of his sleeve with your fingers. He immediately looked down at your still seated form, a question in his eyes. You had to look away for a moment, seemingly collecting your nerves, before you met his gaze once again. 

“Just because I don’t drink doesn’t mean you can’t,” you said, “I don’t want you not to enjoy yourself because of me. Please stay.”

Jungkook noticed the evident guilt in your eyes as your fingers continued to stay enclosed around the edge of his sleeve. When he didn’t move, you hesitantly leaned forward to gently pick up one of the glasses and then slowly presented it to him. His gaze shifted to the glass in your hand, pausing for only a moment, before he took it from you. He let himself sink back onto the couch as he studied you. 

You continued to sit in your spot on the sofa, posture still timid. Your gaze bounced from one part of the floor to the next, while your expression remained shy. But there was something else lurking behind the expression. If Jungkook focused well enough, he could have sworn the edges of your lips were turned slightly upwards. It was so faint that it might have not even been there, but the more he focused, the more prominent it became to him. 

A naive part of him might have thought it was from being successful in getting him to stay and have the drink, but the more logical part of him had already latched onto an idea, one that refused to be swept to the side any longer. 

His gaze lowered to your collarbone, a glint from the heart-shaped necklace resting over your soft skin catching his attention. Unlike earlier, he noticed that the metal heart was actually a locket, and that its two sides were slightly open. It couldn’t have been ajar by more than a millimetre, but Jungkook still noted it down in his mind.

His gaze then ascended to your face, still a perfect picture of innocence. Your eyes were widened to resemble a curious doe, while your lips were pulled into a timid line. The hands resting in your lap fumbled with each other shyly, really completing the look. 

Finally, his gaze dropped to the drink in his hand. He brought it closer to his face, as if he were about to take a sip, before eyeing the expensive liquid. His gaze fixed on the miniscule bubbles that continued travelled from the bottom of the flute to its surface, causing it to sizzle.

Jungkook slowly leaned forward, keeping his eye on his drink as he brought it away from his lips and instead calmly set it down on the coffee table before him. He then easily pushed himself off of the couch, which caused your brows to jump. There was an apparent question in your expression, one you decided to voice out loud. 

“Is something wrong with the drink?” You asked, voice still soft as your doe eyes looked up at him through your lashes. 

Ignoring the question, Jungkook placed a hand on the edge of the coffee table and slowly pushed it forward so that it was farther away from your seated form. The action caused you to blink. 

“Is everything okay?” You tried again slowly.

But Jungkook then faced you, assessing you for a moment, before he took a few steps in your direction. You had to crane your neck upwards to continue meeting his gaze, his tall form towering over your seated one. This time your brows pulled together, eyes still doe-like, as you continued to question his actions. 

“Jungko-”

Jungkook didn’t let you finish. The second you opened your mouth his large hand suddenly shot out and grabbed your neck, slamming your head into the seat of the couch. You squeaked at the sudden violence, immediately clawing at the fingers now enclosed around your throat. But your efforts were nothing in comparison to Jungkook’s iron hold. 

“J-Jungkook, you’re h-hurting me!” You let out a choked cry, continuing to put up a weak fight against Jungkook. Tears had already started to coat your eyes and run down your cheeks, but Jungkook ignored them completely. He watched you struggle, fascinated by the way you thrashed around like an animal yet every jab at him was weak and ineffective. There was no sign of the strength he had noticed when you had grabbed onto his bicep earlier, so hard that he was sure it would leave a bruise. It was enough to make him grin.

Jungkook lowered his face so that his lips neared your ear, his body still hovering over your smaller form. 

“If you wanted to kill me princess, you’ll have to do a better job than that,” he said, voice low. Your eyes widened even further as you continued to struggle against him, making pitiful noises that didn’t move him in the slightest. 

“K-Kill?! What are y-you talking about?!” You continued to choke out as tears streamed down your cheeks. Your hands had moved to his chest, desperately trying to push him away, yet failing miserably in the process. Jungkook tilted his head at your weak plea, eager to hear what other ways you’d beg him to let you go.

 “P-please-” You began, but then cut yourself off abruptly when your tear-filled gaze met his. You must have seen something in his eyes, because he felt your body slacken, no longer desperate to fight him despite his hold on your neck cutting off your lung’s supply of air. 

Instead you studied him, really studied him. He could see the same calculated look you had used on Taehyung earlier during the wedding. It was as if you were assessing Jungkook, picking out his strengths and weaknesses to figure out how you could use them to your advantage. He watched you weigh options in your head patiently before you finally tilted your head to the side calmly and shot him a look. In response, Jungkook decided to loosen his grip on your throat. He watched you catch your breath for a moment before you spoke. 

“Well, you’re already smarter than the first one,” you commented, but your voice was entirely different. It was no longer soft and timid, rather it was a lot more deep and confident. He watched your expression change in the same manner. Your once wide and innocent looking eyes narrowed into a more matured look, while your lips straightened into more of a dangerously amused grin than a naive pout. 

Then he processed your words. The ‘first one’ had to be your first husband, who Taehyung had explained had been killed on his wedding day. Taehyung had mentioned that a rival gang had been the one to murder him, but the actual one responsible for his death was clear to Jungkook now. 

“Do you make it a hobby to poison your husbands’ drinks on their wedding nights?” He asked, hand still wrapped around your throat. He had situated himself between your legs, his own leg pushing one of yours against the back of the couch while his free hand pushed the other down against the seat of the couch. The position ensured you wouldn’t be able to kick him, while his body hovering over your own seemed to take care of the rest of you. You were smart enough not to try anything anyway, knowing Jungkook’s strength was incomparable to yours.

You shrugged, panting at the limited oxygen entering your lungs, “golf just wasn’t cutting it for me anymore.”

“Golf? How can a weak and helpless girl like you play such a sport?” Jungkook couldn’t help but quip, bordering on mocking you. It only made you grin, clearly no hint of offence in your expression. 

He studied your nonchalant demeanour curiously. You had tried to kill him, and he should send your head back to your father’s doorstep for it. And yet, you couldn’t have looked any less composed with his hand around your neck. Either you were a complete idiot, which seemed much less likely now that he was starting to see your real character, or you believed you had the upper hand in this situation. 

“You’re quite calm for someone I should have killed,” he noted, meaning for it to be a threat. But once again you didn’t seem deterred. In fact, the comment seemed to amuse you even more. 

“Just because you should have me killed doesn’t mean you’ll actually have me killed.”

Jungkook’s brow raised, finding an opportunity to prod you further, “and why won’t I have you killed? Your father sent you here to kill me under the pretence of an alliance. I should start a war for this.”

You nodded, “but you see, my father did send me here to form an alliance. The whole killing you idea was all mine.”

Jungkook scoffed at the lame attempt at a lie, “you expect me to believe that?”

But you scoffed as well, meeting his gaze just as vehemently. It was an odd sight considering you had spent the entire day trying to make yourself small and avoiding his gaze. Yet here you were now, eyes ablaze like a thrashing fire. Not a spontaneously violent fire either, no Jungkook could very easily handle that. You were more like an electrical fire. It was becoming increasingly apparent that he had to be cautious around you, and that trusting any word that came out of your mouth was dangerous. 

“Prove it then,” he challenged, tightening his hold on your neck for a moment to remind you of your vulnerability. 

“I don’t need to prove anything,” you said, a hand coming up to wrap around his wrist, “just go ahead and mention to my father that I’m not a complete airhead that’s afraid of her own shadow. He’ll laugh in your face and call you a moron.”

The revelation that your father was just as clueless about your true self as everyone else only confirmed his initial thoughts. It also proved he couldn’t have trusted you to carry out an assassination attempt, meaning your father really did genuinely want an alliance with the Jeons. That was perfect, because Jungkook had certain plans that relied on this partnership. It was a relief that they hadn’t gone to waste.

“If it wasn’t your father’s idea, then why did you poison my drink?” He asked with a raised brow. 

Silence filled the room following his question, one that allowed you both to hear the sounds of the wall clock. He got the feeling that you were contemplating something once again, planning out your next move.

Then you squirmed underneath him, seemingly getting comfortable, but Jungkook knew better than to believe whatever you appeared as. The second your hand went for the gun wedged in his waistband, he grabbed your wrist, pining it against the couch, while the hand that had been around your throat pulled out the matte black weapon. He slowly brought it to your temple with an amused grin.

“If you wanted it so badly, you could have just asked,” he taunted, bringing the gun down so that its barrel lifted your chin, “now, I asked a question princess.”

You huffed, your amusement finally falling to give him a half-hearted glare.

“I want a divorce.”

Jungkook couldn’t help the laugh that sounded from his lips at your straightforwardness. You just tried to kill him, it didn’t take a genius to work out that you weren’t a fan of this marriage and wanted out of it. 

It was an arranged marriage after all, and even though all arranged marriages didn’t equal a forced marriage, technically he couldn’t be certain that this marriage was of your own choice or not. For all he knew, you had some secret lover waiting for you back home, your marriage with Jungkook coming between the star crossed romance. The thought made his jaw tick. He was far from in love with you, but Jungkook tended to be territorial about what was his. And you were his wife at the moment. 

You, on the other hand, seemed surprised by his reaction, as if it was the last thing you expected him to do.

“I mean you obviously want one now too, right?” You asked with your brows furrowed.

Jungkook didn’t respond, and that only seemed to make you more agitated.

“I’m not the wife that you want. You clearly can’t stand me when I have my ditzy front pulled up and you can’t trust me when I don’t.”

Although the points that you were making were true, there was one important factor you were missing, and that was the alliance between the Jeons and the Lees. Jungkook needed this alliance to, at the very least make himself seem like, he was more powerful than the Parks and the Mins. And with their recent moves -with what he saw at the docks just last night- he needed this alliance now more than ever. So while he normally would have had you executed and then sent your head to your father’s doorstep for your little assassination attempt, this time he was going to have to sweep his pride to the side.

Jungkook placed his free hand next to your head as he pushed himself up, choosing instead to stay standing in front of the sofa. His intense gaze dropped to your still form while his gun hung from his fingers firmly. 

“No,” he finally said, causing your brows to jump. 

You quickly pushed yourself off the couch to stand just as he was, but Jungkook didn’t move. With the sofa right behind you, barring you from taking a few steps back, that left you and him standing dangerously close to each other. The bow from your nightgown pressed against his partly unbuttoned black collar shirt, while its edge grazed his dress pants. Jungkook could feel the heat of your breath raise goosebumps from his exposed collarbone. 

“Why not? I’m not the wife that you want.”

He smiled at the bite in your words, finding your frustration amusing, “you’ve got it all wrong. I simply wanted a wife to make the Lees allies, nothing more.”

Like a fire set alight, your eyes flashed in anger, “I won’t change. I’ll still be your idiot wife that will make you look weak.”

It was true that most wives of mafia leaders were strong and confident beings, symbols of their husbands’ power, and that having a wife like you may be a slightly risky choice. But Jungkook was sure his carefully established reputation could take the hit. Besides, although you might make him look weak, your marriage with him would make him far from actually weak. 

“You think divorcing you won’t make me look weak?” Jungkook decided to say, unsure of if he was saying it to play with you more or to make sure you don’t believe your threats are inconveniencing him, “you’ve fooled everyone with your ditzy facade. A divorce will make them think I wasn’t able to tame a naive girl. You think people will accept me as a leader then?”

You didn’t react to the point, giving him the feeling that you might have already known that might pose an issue for him. Perhaps you thought his reputation could take the hit? When Jungkook really thought about it, it probably could have. He’d worked hard to be both feared and respected for years, a divorce like this, while questionable in the eyes of the people under him, could have been pushed under the rug given time. But the alliance was too important to him. 

And that was something he needed to make sure you knew. 

“That means you will continue to be my wife,” he settled, lowering his gaze so that it met yours with unwavering finality, “so you’ll continue to act like it.”

Jungkook felt his voice naturally lower, a hint of a threat evident in his tone, “listen to me well, Y/N. I don’t care if you act like the dumbest woman on Earth or the most sultry. Regardless, what you will act like is my wife. When we’re outside of this bedroom, we will laugh together, we will hug each other, and we will do whatever other damn thing married couples do so that no one doubts this relationship.”

“And if I don’t?” You bit, the speed of your reply making his jaw tick. 

“If you don’t, you can stay locked in this bedroom until you learn how to behave. Understood?”

Your rage couldn’t have been more prominent, with a fierce glare burning right through him and a pair of fisted hands at your sides. Yet Jungkook ignored it all, instead meeting your gaze coolly as he waited for your confirmation. 

It took a long moment to come, so long that Jungkook thought it wasn’t going to come at all. But eventually he noticed you nod your head. It was barely a movement, your head tipping down slightly before resuming its earlier place, but it was enough for him despite your unwavering glare. 

He finally took a few steps back, thrusting the barrel of his gun once again into the waistband of his pants. Your angry form, on the other hand, didn’t move, opting instead to stand perfectly still despite your calves pressing into the sofa behind you. Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, brushing the strands that had fallen onto his forehead away from his face.

“Good, then we’re done here.”

He finally turned away from you, eyeing the door on his left intently. But before he could move towards it, your words made him pause.

“I just tried to kill you,” you commented before he turned to question its randomness. He found you sitting on the sofa once again, an eerily thoughtful look lurking behind your rage-filled eyes, “how will you know I won’t do it again?”

Jungkook tilted his head in response. 

“You can try all you want, princess,” he said, liking the feeling of that nickname on his tongue more and more. It was almost addicting, “but you won’t succeed.”

Then his lips curled into a sly smirk, “after all, what kind of husband would I be if I barred my wife from her hobbies?”

He was able to just barely catch the roll of your eyes before he turned and pushed through the door he had been eyeing earlier, his hands automatically locking it behind him as he casually surveyed his office. The room had been spared from the new gleaming white and fawn furniture which had taken over his bedroom. Instead, it was filled with familiar dark brown.

Refined dark oak wood shelves and cabinets lined the walls except for the wall behind his large desk, which was made up entirely of a bookshelf filled to the brim with various hardcovers. For the sake of matching with the rest of the house, the marble floor had been done a light fawn colour, while another wall was made up of bulletproof glass, its centre having the ability to slide open to reveal a decent sized balcony. 

Jungkook shrugged off his blazer as he made his way to his desk, laying the piece of cloth over the back of his black leather chair, before he opened the glass cabinet behind it. He didn’t need to think much as his fingers expertly curled around an expensive bottle of whiskey and a crystal glass. Before he knew it, he found himself standing outside on his balcony overlooking his estate, one hand holding the crystal glass filled halfway with light brown liquid while the other clutched the iron railing. 

His gaze bounced around his estate for a peaceful moment as he took a sip from his glass, taking in the expanse of the luscious green field bordering the neatly done driveway despite the darkness of the night. In its centre was an intricately designed white fountain spewing water in four different directions, but all of which emptied systematically into the white basin at its base. The estate itself stretched for metres, the gates enclosing the space barely visible from where he was standing. Jungkook’s thoughts bounced around his head just as quickly as his gaze. 

What a day it had been. At first, you’d been a complete idiot, one that had irritated him to no extent with your doe eyes and evident shyness. 

But then you had turned out to be an entirely different species, far from the innocent and ditzy girl he’d labelled you as. You were cunning and feisty and seemingly very much ready for a divorce. 

Jungkook felt the corners of his lips pull upwards into a grin as he took another sip of his whisky.

You were quite the enigma.

But he was going to enjoy the challenge.  

A/N: comments, reblogs, and likes are appreciated!

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kim namjoon fanfics that has a special place in my heart! part 1 (part 2)

A collection of the best (and most well-written) fanfics I've had the pleasure of reading. Thank you for brightening my days and touching me with your words !

prohibido by @personasintro (brother’s best friend!namjoon x reader) completed

new parent syndrome by @1kook (husband!namjoon x reader) completed

how was your day by @kooksbunnnn (idol!namjoon x reader) completed

sprout by @kingofbodyrolls (neighbor!namjoon x reader) au completed

friend or fuck by @joonsmagicshop (namjoon x reader) completed

stress relief finale by @joonsmagicshop (namjoon x reader) completed

a word from our sponsors by @ugh-yoongi (namjoon x reader) completed

oh, honey! by @yoongiofmine (namjoon x reader)

series completed

bookworms by @hoseoksluna (boyfriend!namjoon x reader) completed

subdued by @1kook (namjoon x reader) completed

time by @hoseoksluna (fiancé!namjoon x reader) completed

gang shit by @gimmethatagustd (dilf!namjoon x single parent! reader) completed

baby fever by @95rkives (bf!namjoon x reader) genre: established relationship completed

jealousy by @mikrokosmoslove (namjoon x reader) fwb! completed

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even more niche boyfriend things i think bts would do

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

namjoon:

not a newborn baby but is a big proponent of the kangaroo care concept; like loves to cuddle you while he’s shirtless; him on his back you laid on top of him, skin touching skin at every possible contact point; it does it for him every time

sends you pictures of animals he finds wandering around when he’s out and about 

takes soooo many pictures of you; don't get me wrong there's a fair share of couples photos like you're definitely taking selfies together whenever y'all go out but he takes twice as many off guard pictures of you as posed ones; definitely has a pic of you during golden hour forlornly looking out a window as his lockscreen

asks you to make him a playlist and listens to it whenever he misses you even if it's really disjointed and doesn't fit his mood simply bc you made it and he's always in the mood for you <333

learns to be more gentle around you so he becomes 5-7% less clumsy when you’re around

if you went to a party together i think there’d only be like one hour max where you’re separated from each other any more than that and y’all both start getting fidgety from missing each other bc if you’re in the same space you absolutely have to be together; when you do meet back up he tucks you up underneath his arm and kisses your temple and y’all are sickly cute for the rest of the night; like enough lovey dovey pda to make someone nauseous

always amazed at the amount of stuff you manage to bring out the house; like you'll come out after him and he sees you walking towards the car, arms stuffed to the brim with water bottles and lotions and umbrellas and whatever else you deemed necessary for the day's outings, so he has to rush to help you before you drop everything; eventually gets hip to the fact that you're a a girl and you're always gonna have bunch of things and starts pre-loading your belongings so you won't have to struggle

Oblivious Boyfriend™; as smart and emotionally intelligent and mindful as he is, he's not a mindreader; like he be so focused on his feelings for you, his passions, and his work that he lowkey don't know wtf going on outside of that; so if there's something going on around you or something wrong with you or you have a problem with him you're gonna have to spell it out lest he be none the wiser

doesn't like when you watch him work out because you're more of a distraction than anything but he does like going to you straight after working out; he gets a real kick out of the way you ogle him and feel up on his biceps while he's all pumped up 

he really likes when you call him cute nicknames; joon, joonie, joonie boonie, namu like it lowkey make his heart soar; his personal favorite is joon bug you call him that and he would literally steal the moon if you asked 

seokjin:

tests out all his new recipes on you; feeds you bites to taste along the way so you're not too hungry because he's a perfectionist and it takes him extra time for him to plate it; "the presentation is just as important as the taste!"

likes when you’re in the same room as him while he plays his games; not necessarily watching him but just your company is enough; switches between focusing on the game and engaging you in conversation so you won’t get bored; would actually love it if you did take an interest in whatever game he was playing; would take his time explaining the back story of each character and their strengths and weaknesses; would start a separate game so that you could play and have you sit between his legs while he helped you with the controls

has to kiss you at least 3 times before leaving the house; once when you wake up, once while you’re going through your morning routine, and once before you leave; more kisses may be shared but any less than three and he swears his whole day is thrown off

he’s going to pick at you; there’s just no way around it it’s in his nature; he won’t do it enough to make you actually annoyed but enough that you wanna smack him around a little; which… he likes things like that

has no problem singing and dancing whenever y'all are casually listening to music but if you actually wanted him to sing for you he'd get all shy, red in the ears and neck and would have to take a couple days to practice before following through

begs you to join him for tennis practice bc he wants you two to become the next venus and serena

y’all will do that one couples trend on tiktok where they paint each other and then reveal the pictures at the end and it’s not like yours is fantastic or anything but you can tell that you at least tried; meanwhile when you see seokjin’s painting you can’t tell if you’re looking at a distorted walrus or a possessed squirrel either way it is NOT you no matter how much he insists it looks like you

stays sending you thirst traps; like whenever he looks good whether it's bc he's all dolled up for some event or he's fresh out the shower with his hair slicked back or he just sees himself in a mirror and remembers he's worldwide handsome, his phone is out, he's putting a sultry look on his face, snapping a pic, and sending it straight to you

you binge watch animes together; no one will see or hear from either of y’all for like 5 days straight, complete radio silence; and when someone finally knocks on the door they see that y’all been camped out in the living room no phone in sight on season 6 of whatever anime y’all started last friday night  

must feed you every time you meet up; like if he has not seen you eat something in the time you spend together he has not completed his boyfriend duties; even if he comes to your place he has to make sure you have at least eaten a snack; doesn't matter how much you weigh he absolutely can not have you wasting away on his watch

yoongi:

gently tucks your hair behind your ear

always offers you his arm to link when it’s cold out so y’all can share each other’s warmth; he absolutely will still be wearing slides with no socks tho and you fuss at him about it every time

lets you play in his hair; just sits there nonchalantly while you give him the most ridiculous hair styles; pig tails, corn rows, mohawks; as long as you don’t cut nothing he doesn’t care fr; takes a picture when you’re done with that big gummy smile on full display bc of how silly he looks

says he's not a big social media person but one of his favorite past times is sitting down with you scrolling down your fyp for hours; makes you send the funniest videos to him so he can watch later

you’re one of the few people that he gains energy from being around so he likes your presence even when you’re not particularly doing anything; like you just be sitting next to each other or like be hand in hand on a walk around the neighborhood not even saying anything but in his head he’s thinking about what a great time he’s having 

if you're up late at night and start feeling peckish he'll make you some snacks even if he doesn't plan on eating; still scolds you about how eating late at night is bad as he's enabling you; ends up eating with you too

he doesn't like watching dramas with you; he'll claim it's bc of the plot but really he just doesn't like how you be kicking your feet and giggling at the male leads

not the best with verbal affirmations so whenever he does go out of his way to compliment you he ends up just as flustered as you are; “you look pretty today” and his cheeks are flushed more than yours 

always preps you to bargain and gathers together all coupons before y’all go grocery shopping; “just bc i’m rich doesn’t mean i like to be ripped off” 

he's always listening to you even when it seems like he's not; you could be rambling on about something and you think he's not paying attention so you stop midsentence and be like "are you even listening to what i'm saying?" and he looks up from whatever he was doing and then repeats back to you everything you said; has a great memory in general so he remembers everything you say and do even the small things that you forget about

hoseok:

sends ‘thinking of you’ texts just to let you know when you’re on his mind

if you start dancing to a song he gets all hyped up and he’s joining you immediately; hands on your hips moving you as he pleases; it’s a club wherever you and the music are

makes you one of his little beaded bracelets that says “ur my hope”

if you fell asleep in a position that looks uncomfortable he’d gently rearrange you until he got you in a more normal position; 100% the type to carry you bridal style to bed if you fell asleep for the night on the couch 

the type to pop up at your crib with an insane amount of the most exquisite, top tier take out and you gotta try to figure out who he think eating all this; doesn't even try to fight the boujee allegations when you tease him for bringing out caviar and truffles 

always takes pics of you when he thinks you look good; like you could be running late and you’re rushing trying to get out the door but hoseok is just gonna spend a good 30 seconds checking you out while you’re fussing at him and then be like wait a minute and starts posing you; has several organized folders of you because of this labeled by genre of your look; it’s easier that way so when he’s showing people pictures of you they won’t accidentally get a peek of something meant for his eyes only

loves the idea of you becoming his family so he really likes bringing you home; warms his heart to see you getting along with his parents and his sister; sets up a group chat with you him and his sister to help y'all talk more but lowkey gets pouty when y'all do get closer and be chatting and hanging out without him 💀

if you're not already together he'll facetime you in the morning; he won't have much to say at first other than a groggy good morning; but after he comes to terms with the fact that he has to be awake and takes a couple sips of his iced americano he's his usual ball of energy sunshiny self; will have you up doing morning stretches and light calisthenics at 6:30am

every couple weeks y'all go to the nail salon together and get mani-pedis; he leaves the acrylics and jewels and glitter to you but the overall color scheme and design aesthetic for your nails match; takes like 17 pictures of your hands together to show off

loves cuddling up to you on the couch so you can play in his hair; like each time his head is resting on your chest and your hand is running through his hair lightly scratching at his scalp he swears he’s reached nirvana 

jimin:

will drag you out the house in the middle of winter to drive down to the beach and watch the sunset together; you’d be huddled up together you sat in between his legs leaning against him his arms draped around your neck pulling you into him; you’d stay there sitting in the sand even after the night settled in just talking until you were shivering and sniffling then he’d take you to a cafe to get some hot cocoa to warm up 

randomly calls you in the middle of the night bc he misses your voice; smiles the entire he’s getting scolded for scaring you bc you thought something was wrong bc he called you at 2am

kisses your forehead, nose, and lips in that order every time you part ways 

hates knowing there's other people staring at you so like if you're out together and wearing like a hoodie or something and he notices you're garnering attention he zips it all the way up and pulls your hood over your head and tightens the strings so no one can see you; in turn knows you hate the thought that other people even think of him so he pretends they don't even exist; like you can literally point somebody out and be like "omg aren't they so pretty" and he's gonna avert his eyes in the opposite direction won't even look and just be like "you're so pretty. there's only you"

number one advocate for a lazy morning; snuggles into you, his head on your chest trapping you in; looks up at you with a goofy smile and preens when you press a kiss to his forehead

squishes your cheeks in both his hands when you're being too cute for him to handle

like the true feminist he is, he supports your rights and wrongs!!; like you get into it with somebody and then tell him the story afterwards he's hyping you up the entire time telling you that you were right and what you should've done and what he would've done if he were you; he's just always gonna be on your side

riles you up just bc he likes the reactions you make when you’re irritated 

it’s tea city when it comes to you two; like whatever you know he knows and whatever he knows you know; gossiping is actually one of your favorite bonding activities; he likes to play it up and drag it out whenever he finds something out; like he’s gonna text you and be like UR NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS!!!!! and you’ll be like WHAT and he’ll be like I HAVE TO TELL YOU IN PERSON OMG!!!! 😱 when it’s like noon knowing darn well he not getting off work until 10pm at the earliest 😭

likes to go with you when you have to “run errands” bc it’s usually just you doing girl things like getting coffee and then going to the store to buy snacks and skincare and he thinks it’s really adorable how you light up when you see small things in cute packages

taehyung:

has a series of like 12 hour logs in his phone recents list bc he stay falling asleep on facetime

makes it a point to hang out with your male friends just to assert dominance; doesn't matter if they have partners of their own or are completely uninterested in you he still wants to look them in their eye, shake their hand, and then put his arm around you to tie up any loose ends that may be dangling around

helps you pick the eyelashes out of your eye whenever one gets stuck

asks you to come over with the sole purpose of convincing you to take a nap with him; will straight up lie on the phone and tell you he wanna hang out and do this and that and then when you get over there he like let’s nap first; your cuddles just gon do it for him every time

uses kisses as bargaining chips; like if you need him to do something like idk take out the trash he's only gonna do it if you give him 3 kisses so you give him one as a down payment and the other 2 after he completes the task; (he was always gonna do what you asked but kisses make everything better)

likes to keep his hands free when he's out and about so he's always adding extra stuff to your purse; because he's always in your bag, he knows its exact content; you'll be frantically searching for your lip gloss and he'll ask what you're looking for and when you tell him he'll pull it out of some random side pocket he moved it to so he could make room for his stuff

will randomly wake up out of his sleep and call you just bc you crossed his mind; takes like 30 seconds to respond to anything you say bc he only half awake; the call lasts for like three minutes before he hangs up to go back to sleep 

as a big fan of roleplay at least once in your relationship he's gonna make y'all get all dressed up and go to a bar separately and act like strangers and he's gonna pretend to pick you up

if you sent him out to pick up period products last minute he’s the type that ask if you wanted lemon or lime flavor bc one package is yellow and the other is green 😭; alternatively would ask what’s your coochie size when he noticed the numbers on it

he’s not gonna let you win at any game you play; doesn’t matter how much you whine and pout he likes winning too much; god forbid you’re actually good at something he’s gonna try his very hardest and will even practice so that he eventually beats you; will give you all the prizes tho

jungkook:

if he gets bored while you’re asleep he’s gonna start messing with you; his favorite go to games are flicking your bottom lip until you tuck it in or start to gain consciousness and stacking cheerios on your forehead; his personal best is 9 of em 

hooks his chin over your shoulder to be nosy when you’re watching something on your phone that catches his attention

he understands that you’re not as nocturnal as he is but sometimes when you stay over at his place and he feels restless he can’t help but crave your attention; will wake you up at 4am gently with kisses so you can try some of the food he made; you’ll be half asleep with him kneeling in front of you feeding you some spicy noodles; he’ll patiently wait for you to finish chewing before he asks you if it’s good; makes you take at least one more bite before kissing your forehead and letting you go back to sleep; tucks himself up next to you about an hour later after he finishes cleaning up after himself 

you make funny tiktoks together; they never leave the drafts of course except for when he finds it particularly hilarious and sends it in the group chat 

threatens to beat up anyone who upsets you; like you tell him a story about someone who was upsetting you at work and his first response is "bring them to me. i'll take care of it"; and lord don't let someone get carried away at a club or something like if a guy starts hitting on you and won't take no for an answer before you can even tell them off he's already at the scene one shove away from being breaking news on every media outlet in the world

gets pouty when you have a night out without him but he understands the need for balance so doesn’t put up too much of a fight; his only stipulation is that if you can’t make it home on your own or your friends can’t drop you off that you always always call him; the thought of you getting into some randos car late at night when you’re not even mentally there all the way sends chills up his spine; he can’t sleep unless he knows you’re at home safe and sound anyway 

doesn't consciously have a preference for how you dress like he thinks you look good in whatever but you in a dress or a skirt itches a particular part of his id that would have carl jung doing backflips; like whenever you pop out in a dress or a skirt he's coming up to you and giving you a kiss on the lips while his arms wrap around your waist and 10-30 seconds later they're dropping down and his hands are toying with the ends of your garment and grazing your thighs underneath it; it just does it for him every time

you're his safe place <333; he goes through periods where you're the only person he wants to see; he will scare you half to death like you'll get off work and go home and you hear all this noise and whole time it's him in your kitchen making sandwiches for lunch; will make up for scaring you by tucking your face into his neck while his arms are wrapped tightly around you so he can breathe you in and then cupping your face and giving you kisses; you're his baby

you have matching hyperfixations; like one of you will get into something and won’t shut up about it and then being the supportive partner you are whenever you’re on social media you send the posts you stumble across to them; but then the algorithm picks up on it and the content keeps popping so often that you actually start being entertained by it too; then y’all won’t shut up about it and have inside jokes and no one ever knows what y’all are talking about bc it’s so deep down into the referential millennial dadaism

gets offended if you’re walking side by side and not touching in some way; like if you start walking ahead of him or something he’s gonna clear his throat very pointedly and when you look at him like ???? he’s gonna look at you like you’re stupid and pull you into him where you belong 

a/n: as promised she is back 🫡 thank you to everyone who encouraged me to repost 💕 pls continue to be kind my mental state is probably worse than it was before LOL

[vanillakook]

THE BOY IS MINE ꔫ - JJK

synopsis: your big sister has a new boyfriend that you can’t wait to try

parings: jk x sister in law!reader

warnings: infidelity, reader is a heavy bitch, she doesn’t care at all, strained relationships, traumatic sibling rivalry, dom!jk, fat cock!jk, sneaking around, exhibitionism, voyeurism, penetrative sex, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), fingering, rough fucking, multiple positions, reader’s pussy is an OCEAN, all hyewon does is cry, reader is actually evil, jungkook is just as bad, if not worse

genre: smut, oneshot

word count: 5.4k

nothing could have prepared jungkook for the influx of strange events that would take place over the next month. his time starts as it usually does: hyewon, his girlfriend, freaking the fuck out about every interaction he’s had and will have with her family. however, something was different this time. hyewon’s usual dread of embarrassment had shifted into full blown panic and anxiety. he was utterly confused since she had never been this bad. did something happen? he was sure her parents liked him, no? why would they let them date for nearly a year if that was the case?

jungkook had come to know why on the three hour long drive to her parents lake house. after prying he had found out it was you, her baby sister who is supposedly the devil incarnate. “i’m sure this is just a normal sibling rivalry hye, baby, my brother and i are the same way.”

“jungkook,” she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “im telling you it’s not the same.”

she excused it when you were kids, but after a certain point of awareness she knew that this wasn’t a silly little rivalry, you hated her. despite you being younger by three years you had always went out of your way to make sure she was miserable. in your childhood years it started out as lying to your parents about her hitting you, or sneaking gum into her hair, breaking her dolls. these little things progressed to stealing her clothes and ruining her makeup products in middle school. once high school came around whatever she did you had to do it ten times better. clothes, shoes, sports, friends, boys. your parents had just seen it as a cute thing between a younger and older sister. little did your parents know that soon your behaviors turned cold with sinister intent, from ruining her friendships, straining her parental relationship, and fucking every single guy she’s ever bought home.

hyewon grew up with the same speech throughout her middle school and teenage years, even now in her 20s.

“she just admires you.”

“you’re her role model.”

“y/n has it all, have you ever thought that you’re the jealous one?”

bullshit.

your parents also weren’t shy about who was the favorite. although the two of you had done nearly every sport and form of hobby together, your awards were hung the highest, your interests were more funded, and you were taken more seriously. they insisted that it was just in her head for so many years, more like they were being heavily manipulated by you. now finally her boyfriend of 11 months was going go meet you in less than an hour to see for himself how fucked up you were.

the boyfriend that she so desperately has tried to keep away for so long. now her time was up.

hyewon was successful with that aspect for a while since you were dorming hours away at college. she successfully avoided holidays, family dinners, special occasions, all for almost a year. while she did limit how much she posted jungkook, she was never too sure with the extent you would go with things and has kept you blocked and hidden from all things him.

she could have avoided it for longer if this hadn’t been your first summer back from school in years and your parents were adamant on having the entire family together. usually you were able to make an excuse on why jungkook couldn’t come, work, family matters, etc. but everyone was to be at your family lake house for a full month, and that included jungkook.

“hye ill be there, all month. you have nothing to worry about.” he gave her thigh a soft squeeze and flashed his reassuring bunny smile.

“promise?”

“promise.”

jungkook couldn’t be more unaware about what exactly he was promising to. and as he rounded the corner and pulled into the hidden entrance and drove down the dirt road, hyewon grew more anxious and clammy. she felt her heart sink deeper as jungkook pulled into the driveway and parked. once she saw your sunglasses go up she knew she was fucked. skin tight red bikini, slurping on a melting strawberry popsicle, with her boyfriend ogling every curve of your body. she could have shot herself right there.

over the next month hyewon would watch her perfect relationship crumble to dust. if you were going to be trapped here all summer with your insufferable sister the least she could do was share her boyfriend. her first mistake was pulling you aside that night before bed for a talk. you followed her out to the patio and faced her, finally dropping the innocent facade you’re forced to have around others.

“what now hyewon?” you scoffed. “i haven’t seen you in a year and you’re already about to scold me about something?”

you were trying so hard not to laugh at her angry demeanor. “stay away from him. y/n i understand you can’t keep a man but that doesn’t mean you can help yourself to mine.“

you pouted at her, prying her folded arms open and taking her hands in yours. “but hyewonniee~ that’s not fair, we share everything, what would mommy and daddy say to you right now?” you tsked obnoxiously.

she snatched her hands away. “y/n, this isn’t the time to play your sick games. what the fuck don’t you get? i’m not asking you, im fucking telling your twisted ass to leave us alone.”

“come on sis live a little, i promise ill give him back,” she felt like she was going to throw up right into the lake beside you two.

“please y/n…” her voice cracked.

all you could do was give her that fuck ass smile as if you were clueless about every goddamn thing in the world. “i just wanna try him, no need to get fussy.”

that night at dinner she kept a close eye on you whenever you were near him. she allowed the small talk and conversations about his family and work, but was steadily getting annoyed when no one had been asking a single thing about what she’d been up to, obviously not you, not your parents, and not even jungkook, in fact her very far gone boyfriend was looking at you as if you had hung the stars and the moon with your bare hands. he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you as explained your college stories and travels. your sister on the other hand had her head down in her phone, earning a scowl from your parents and a few words from her own boyfriend.

“hyewon,” your father cleared his throat. “don’t you think it’s poor manners to not listen to what your sister has to say? she listens to you.”

“right, sorry.” she mumbled, putting her phone down to pick at her food.

“apologies jungkook, they’ve been this way since they were young. just a little squabble here and there.” your mother leaned over the table a squeezed his hand, to that he replied with a smile.

do little squabbles consist of fucking someone’s boyfriends and sending them the tapes of them doing so?

“trust me i understand, my older brother and i are sworn enemies but he’s my entire world.”

you decided to chimed in too. “hyewonnie doesn’t ever think i have anything interesting to say,” you pouted. “actually enough about me, sis how’s your desk job? still letting that old hag of a boss order you around?”

any normal boyfriend would take his girlfriends defense when a backhanded comment was made. instead jungkook, who was seated in between the both of you, pealed his eyes away from you for once and turned to his girlfriend. he was also waiting for her response to that. all eyes were now turned to her. you have her that knowing smirk, a smirk that knew since your lasting meeting a year ago, she had accomplished absolutely nothing but scoring a hot boyfriend. and even that was going to be ripped away from her shortly.

“i’m working on finding a new job.”

“work harder then hyewon, look at your sister.” ah here we go. your father was about to go on his comparison spiel. “y/n is set to graduate early after studying abroad and even has a job lined up for her after school, meanwhile you’ve been stuck at this little start up company for how long?”

“we love you honey, dearly. but it’s time to start being an adult.” your mom had delivered the final blow. hyewon stood up from her seat, fork clinging against the china plate.

“i need to use the restroom.”

no one tried to stop her, instead everyone fell back into a steady stream of conversation. jungkook however couldn’t even bring himself to have another thought other than you. he couldn’t have made his attraction to you more obvious. you were so fucking pretty, he hasn’t seen a being like you. sweet and delicate tone with hints of seduction. he wanted to feel bad for being more attracted to you than he was to your older sister, but fuck. your hair was pulled back into a neat bun and your dress had just reached below your ass. he tried his hardest to not stare for too long, but when you had suddenly dropped your fork and bent over to go get it he was in for quite the treat that couldn’t be passed up.

when you rose from your chair, slick trails followed behind. you hadn’t been wearing underwear and your pussy had been drooling all over the wooden chairs, leaving you with a pool of pussy juice in your seat. your cheeks burned, knowing his eyes were on you and your pretty pussy. he looked between you and your parents, hoping they weren’t seeing your antics so he could bask in it longer. luckily they were immersed in conversation.

“whoopsies, i’m so clumsy sometimes!” you sat down in your seat again, making sure he heard the wet plop! of your ass on the sticky chair. you flashed him flirty smile, once again starting small talk. “so you’re a personal trainer right?”

“mhm i am, you know anything about it?”

“enlighten me.”

“well it’s-“ his face dropped and went bright red at the feeling of your hands on him. your palm had sprawled out on his thigh, inching dangerously close to his hardening cock. “it’s um- it takes a while to um-“

“something the matter?” yes something was the fucking matter. your acrylic covered hand was now covering the growing tent in his pants. his girlfriends baby sister was palming his dick at the dining room table, in front of your fucking parents. “sounds like an easy job, maybe you could train me too, i’m a fast learner, and i haven’t worked out in ages…” your eyes narrowed, tone getting lower and heavier.

“hey we’re going to start cleaning up, you kiddos finished with your food?” your mom started confiscating the plates and dishes as you worked at jungkooks zipper, desperately wanting to get a look at the huge cock you were groping.

“we’re not kids mom, we’re in our early 20s.”

“oh fine fine, when your sister comes back from her mini temper tantrum tell her i put her food in the fridge if she wants to finish it.” once your parents were gone you could finally cut the small talk and get right to the point, except jungkook had halted your actions, removing your hand and holding it in his while you bit back a grin.

“what the fuck is wrong with you? do you know how much this would hurt your sister?”

“so?”

“so? are you out of your mind?”

you rolled your eyes. “oh now you wanna play moral police after you’ve been eye fucking me the entire night and almost came in your pants from my hand alone?” if he really didn’t want it you were going to back off. you pulled away completely and scooted your chair over.

jungkook leaned in closer, pining you against your chair. “you wanna feel up on my dick? go ahead sweetheart, but not at the same fucking table your parents are eating at. hyewon could walk in any second too, you really wanna risk her seeing this? risk her ending this before i get to ruin you?”

oh. oh.

“you wanna ruin me? your girlfriends little sister? you really don’t care about her do you?” your eyes lit up once again.

jungkook looked around, peering around the corners of the house to make sure it was clear before what he did next. lust was fully taken over, any thoughts of hyewon were gone, and it was only a few hours into knowing your little minx ass but he wanted to be consumed by you. his hand went around your neck, gripping it to the point where your circulation was almost severed. “i just wanna try you baby, see if i chose the wrong sister or not. and anyways, whatever hye doesn’t know won’t hurt her right? now c’mere pretty.”

the stars had aligned in that moment for you. you had jungkook right where you wanted him.

however she did. hyewon knew exactly what would happen once she left the table, it was her way of accepting defeat. as hyewon sobbed in the bathroom she knew her sister and boyfriend were exchanging more than holy words and touches. she knew how quick you worked. when it came to ruining everything she loved and desired you were always quick. luckily she couldn’t witness the vile things happening at that dining room table.

“gosh, this fucking pussy,” he landed a slap to your sopping cunt. poor baby was crying down there for some action, clenching that tight hole around nothing and pushing out more and more thick ropes of slick. “damn baby i knew you wanted this dick, but fucking hell.” he couldn’t believe how soaked you were, he knew he’d slip his cock in with ease, nothing like your sister.

“aw kook, you must be so bored with her if you feel this comfortable with playing in my pussy. look at you throwing a year down the drain.” and you couldn’t be happier about it.

“fucking tell me about it. love my baby to death but a man has needs you know?” he took another glance around before unzipping his pants fully this time and placing your hand over his fat cock once again. “hye never knows what to do with it, but i’m sure a slut like you will.”

he tugged his boxers down and you watched his angry member spring up, slapping against his stomach with a mean, red tip that was throbbing for attention. your mouth gaped open at the sight of the pretty thing. lengthy, girthy, veiny, and in need of a tight little pussy gripping around it. “make it quick and i’ll make sure to take good care of you later sweetheart.” he guided you to your knees, sat back, and enjoyed your mouth. all while hyewon sobbed her heart out a few feet away.

later that night after you were coming back from a late night jog, hyewon was ready in the living room for you. she needed to put her foot down for once. every other time was different, but this was her chance to salvage her relationship. once you stepped in the door she stood, to which you didn’t pay her a second glance. “the hell do you want? you’re stalking me now?”

“if you keep trying your luck with jungkook im telling mom and dad.”

you let out a mocking cackle as you made your way to grab a glass of water. “what are we? fucking five? maybe if you knew how to pleasure your boyfriend we wouldn’t be in this situation,”

her mouth went dry. “what?”

“oops… well cats out the bag. when you decided to go be dramatic and cry in the bathroom as if anyone cared, jungkook was very quick to say how much of a bad fuck you were.” you provoked her farther. you were younger, you were shorter, but still you loomed over her, in every aspect, in every way, of every day of your lives. “you always pick the easy ones. the ones who hate you more specifically.”

“jungkook loves me, something you’ll never experience.” she spat.

you grinned, leaning against the counter nonchalantly before breaking her heart in two. “and he’s gonna love this pussy even more. he already loves one of my holes. ask him about it.” you shot her a wink before leaving for bed.

there was still a month to go and as the weeks progressed she watched his eyes linger more as your clothes got tighter. she watched your touches get lower. she watched your hangouts go from the three of you to just you and her boyfriend. she watched how you two would talk for hours then get silent when she entered a room. she watched you press your ass up against him when squeezing around tight spaces. it was only a matter of time before she was phased out completely, but she still wouldn’t go down without a fight. jungkook was the greatest thing to ever happen to her, he was worth fighting for, she felt it, she knew it.

yet obviously he didn’t see her the same. he couldn’t care less about his relationship more than ever now since you had given him the best head of his life. now every night, just like this one, he was nose deep in your cunt, devouring you. jungkook waited until hyewon was sound asleep before he slipped himself into your room in the late hours of the night. thank goodness she picked the ones who were skilled with their tongue, because this was just the stress reliever you needed,

cumming down her boyfriends throat for the third time tonight.

“f-fffuck!” your back arched upwards from the feeling of his tongue dragging down your slit. he simply pushed you back down, using the weight of his hand to keep you there. “too much, ‘s too much koo!” you pulled at his hair roughly, making him groan deliciously. how the fuck did you taste like this? you were becoming his favorite flavor.

“oh yeah too much?” he took two fingers, plunging them inside of your cunt and watching the disappear deeper with every thrust. “so fucking wet for me doll, look at how you’re drenching my fingers.” he kept his voice low while your screams went wild. part of him even hoped your cries awoke your sister. he was so fucked up for wanting this, wanting her to see how good he fucked her pretty little sister. he wanted her to see how he fucked her sister in every way that he would never fuck her. he was sick as hell.

his fingers rammed against your g spot roughly. your mind fogged up, making your words start to come out in nothing but incoherent babbles. your body went limp from the amount of times he had dragged your nut out of you tonight. “c’mon princess, gimme one more, right on my fingers. be a good girl and cum baby, cum.”

“holy shiiiiii- awh fuck fuck, fuck i’m- jungkookk!” you whined with tears streaming down your face. with one more clench of your hole and a few more angry thrusts of his fingers you were soaking your sheets and his face. once jungkook removed his fingers you released everything he was keeping inside. he dove right back into you nose first to catch all of the creamy slick dripping from your hole. you couldn’t handle overstimulation, trying time and time again to get him away from your pussy before you came again.

“stop, stop stop- fucking hell stop!” trying to push him away was useless, you were starting to realize he did this shit for his own pleasure.

once he decided he was finished his meal he pulled back, looking up at your flustered and tear stained face. he smirked to himself when he saw your needy pussy still clenching around nothing. it took time for your body to shake off the after effects of your orgasm, but he stood by and waited for you to come back to earth. “better get back before your sister wakes up, you good mama?” he sucked your essence off of his fingers, making you lick your lips at the action.

“already? one more hour, please?”

“it’s starting to get harder to say no to you.” he laid between your legs, trying his hardest not to accidentally push against your sensitive clit. you admired him from this view, his soft features and the various piercings that graced his lip and ears. he was so goddamn handsome, you felt bad that he had to settle for your basic sister. “what are you thinking?” he chimed.

“nothing much, just about how glad i am hyewon bought you home, it’s like she just knew you were right for me.” fuck, you were twisted.

“you’re going to get me in so much trouble doll, what will your parents think of me if they find out?”

you shrugged. “they could care less. everyone knows she can’t keep a guy.”

“and i’m guessing that’s due to you?” he smirked.

you tried to fight your smile but it was useless. “i wouldn’t say that. it’s just that every guy reconsiders when they see she has a sister.”

that was exactly what was happening here now. jungkooks brain chemistry was being altered to only think of you, to only want you, and the month wasn’t even over yet. the way he had pulled away would be the reason for hyewon’s nagging every night after bed from now on. she garnered argument after argument every night in bed, trying desperately for jungkook to see where this behavior was wrong. he was too far gone by now, getting defensive when hyewon would state the obvious.

“you’re acting fucking crazy!” jungkook fumbled out of the bed angrily, snatching a pillow and extra blanket to take to the couch. “she’s your sister, do you hear yourself?” he yelled, as if you didn’t just have a face full of his cock for dessert under the dining room table two weeks ago, as if he wasn’t knuckles deep in you the night prior. he knew it was wrong, he knew it was disrespectful to do it while staying in the same house as your parents. but fucking hell.

he felt like needed you more after tasting you once. he felt sick for not even being attracted to his girlfriend anymore. he felt disappointed in himself for letting almost a year go down the drain. but you felt better than anything.

“jungkook she’s trying to steal you from me, she’s- do you not see? has she manipulated you that far already?” hyewon was on the verge of tears, lower limp trembling as she stared back at jungkook. he gave her an annoyed look and sighed, getting ready to pull out manipulative tactics of his own.

“i understand you might envy her, she’s younger, she gets along well with your parents, but when you start making shit up out of jealousy it doesn’t look good hye.” what the fuck could you have done to make him so far gone? what the fuck had you been spewing to him?

“do you fucking hear yourself? you’re defending a bitch you’ve known two weeks!” she was losing her mind, truly. “you’ve been so distant kook, you don’t hold me anymore, you barely kiss me, and it all started when we fucking got here! you told me you be on my side for this trip, mine, not hers.” her voice cracked but he still couldn’t find it in him to care.

“until you sort your hissy fit out, i’ll be on the couch.” he shut the door behind him and she could hear shuffling down the steps growing fainter. her head was pounding from all this nonsense. she hadn’t had one normal day since stepping in this lake house. her family was indifferent to her and now another boyfriend of hers was trying to convince her she was crazy. jungkook did a terrible job however, because once she heard your door creak open in the middle of the night, she knew exactly where you were going.

and she followed.

hyewon crept her way down the stairs, careful not to let anyone hear. she could hear jungkook’s raspy voice and your soft giggles, along with a very smacking noises followed after. even though she has witnessed you ruin her relationships time and time again, nothing could prepare her for what she was about to see. when she rounded the corner her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. there you were, on all fours in front of her boyfriend, with your pants pulled over your ass, and a big, heavy dick fucking you into the pillow cushions. her boyfriend, the love of her life, fucking you into the pillow cushions.

her hand flew over her mouth and she bit back tears, watching you and jungkook fuck her over in plain sight. it was over. everything she worked to salvage, it was gone. yet she couldn’t peel her eyes away from the sight. from seeing how much more intimate he was with you. she flinched when he smacked your ass harshly. she needed to stop this, but why couldn’t she? hyewon was frozen in place, forced to watch jungkook give himself to you.

“shiiiiitt- pussy squeezing me baby, control that cunt so i don’t cum quick.” he pulled out, pumping your slick up and down his shaft. you wiggled your ass around, smacking it against his pelvis in desperation. you needed your cunt filled again. “calm down mama, fuck.”

“can’tttt,” you dragged. “hmph. fuck me or i’ll do it myself.” you should have never said that. jungkook pulled you back by your hair, his hand gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at him. your back arched in a painful way and your pussy was leaking on he cushions.

“spoiled fucking brat, think i’m obligated to fill your holes? don’t get this twisted.” he removed his hand from around his cock to smack your tits around, mesmerized with how the perky mounds looked. “making me cheat on my girlfriend, making me fall in love with this pussy. all this is your fault, now get down and throw that shit back.” without warning he slid in. the stretch was painfully addicting.

“koo! you’re so fucking big- nnnnghhh shiitt,” once you were used to the stretch you started to move back on him, when he saw your hand moving to circle your clit he yanked it back. he held it behind your back to ensure you didn’t make the same mistake again. of course your bratty ass couldn’t resist pissing him off even more and tried again. now both of your arms were folded behind you with half your face being smothered in the couch.

“you know- hmph-“ he started saying in between strokes. “one thing about your sister? she knows how to listen. trained her well. guess you need the same don’t you?” you nodded with a bright smile on your face that would soon be wiped. hyewon sobbed softly around the corner, listening to the way jungkook carelessly spoke about her. “fuck, you’re perfect. i wanna see you baby c’mere.” you were flipped on your back now, switching from one position to the other.

when you didn’t think it could get any better, jungkook dragged your legs up to his broad shoulders and he was now face to face with you. you shook your head no repeatedly, something that just provoked him more. his big brown eyes narrowed as he slammed himself into you. “ohhhhh-“ you were so fucking done for. he hit your soft spot repeatedly, abusing your mushy walls with his heavy cock. you tried keeping your whines to a minimum but once jungkook saw a certain someone lurking he wanted to hear more.

jungkook had looked up and made direct eye contact with hyewon, unfaltering eyes burning holes into her skull. he picked up his pace, slamming his hips into you and knocking the breath out of you every time. what a dumb bitch was all he could think. did she really expect him not to indulge in her minx of a sister? she trusted him to keep his composure while you were walking around in little to no clothes? pathetic. jungkook kept stroking you mainly because he knew hyewon wouldn’t do a fucking thing. she would sit right there and take it, just how you were taking him. “look princess, got a visitor.”

your head whipped around, seeing your sister trembling. if you were normal this would hurt you just as much, betraying her in such a foul manner. however, you hated her. you’ve hated her ever since you figured you weren’t the only child. you had been ruining her life forever to guarantee she would get the hint and leave the family. that was why you started targeting her boyfriends, if she kept getting them taken then naturally she would stay away. but she didn’t, and now here we were again, you wished you could say you hated to do this, but she needed to learn. after this you were going to guarantee she’d be far from not only you and your parents, but jungkook too.

“hyewonnie!” a squeal sounded from you. jungkook slowed his pace down. “god he’s so good, i’m so fucking glad you found him big sis,” your hands went up and stroked his round cheeks, running your acrylics over his skin. “after he fills me up with some babies we’re gonna get married and have a nice big wedding that you’ll never set foot on.”

blow after blow. you knew how to make her hurt.

“baby…” he panted on top of you. he buried his face in the crook of your neck and pressed kisses to the sweet spot before mumbling into your skin. “no need to be so harsh, i think she gets it love.”

“i fucking hate you both. you’re nothing to me, this entire family is nothing to me.” she finally spoke.

“mhmm, right there koo, so fucking deep-“ your eyes rolled back and you tuned her out, focusing only on the sensual way you were being fucked. “want you to cum in me, fill my cunt up baby, make me a mama.” something feral snapped in jungkook. as his speed picked up his kisses became rougher, biting up and down your shoulders and your neck to mark you. hyewon watched as you two shared such an intimate moment, hating herself for wishing she was you.

“cum with me doll.” that was all it took for you to release all over his cock. plop! plop! plop! was all that could be heard once he emptied his balls inside of you. jungkook struggled to catch his breath. once he pulled out you both watched the waterfall of cum drip from your fucked out hole. he took his cock in his hand and with the tip, pushed it all back inside. “can’t let that get away now can we?”

that had sent hyewon over the edge truly. she stomped up the stairs and barged into her room, starting to repack her suitcase early. yet she was trapped. jungkook was her ride here. she could ask your parents but it was such a long drive back to where she lived. she was stuck here with the both of you for two more weeks. how was she supposed to explain this to her friends, her co workers, everyone who thought jungkook would be her final. this was the icing on the cake that made her despise you. any love she had was far gone now. she sobbed and sobbed while listening to yours and jungkooks shared giggles, hearing him run you a shower and talk the night away.

once jungkook was asleep in your bed, you stood in her door way, basking at how much of a wreck she was. she didn’t need to look up to feel your presence. “what now? what y/n? you’ve done enough and after this consider me gone from all of your lives.”

“you’re so dramatic oh god. you’re acting like i didn’t warn you.” you welcomed yourself into her room. “think i might keep him around, i actually like him. thank you sis.” your hands went over your heart.

she backed up farther onto her bed. “stay away from me you evil fuck.”

“hyewonnie, i told you from the moment i saw him, the boy is mine.”

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📷Chasing Cars | brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader | Series | @oddinary4bts

📷High Demand | Dealer! Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot | @bunkoos-mole-enthusiast

📷Nefarious | JK X Reader | Series | @explicit-tae

📷Bound By Rivalry | Jungkook x Fem!Reader | One-Shot | @dreamescapeswriting

📷SERENDIPITY | cupid!jungkook X psyche!reader | One-Shot | @hannieehaee

📷RAINY DAYS | chef!jk x veterinarian!reader | Series | @rklve

📷The East End | MafiaJungkook x Reader | One-Shot | @jeonggukieverse

📷FOREVER GRATEFUL | jeon jungkook x fem!reader | One-Shot | @agustdtown

📷heaven | jungkook x reader | One-Shot | @aft3rhrs

📷gimme more | jungkook x f-reader | One-Shot |@bangtangalicious

📷Two Days | Jungkook x she/her reader | One-Shot | @dumpywrites

📷 i want to sew all my love into you | husband!jk x wife!reader | One-Shot | @euaphoric

📷Strange Addiction | dilf!jk + f!reader | Series | @luvismenu

📷STACKS OF MONEY | sugardaddy!jk x fem!reader | Series | @k00sblogger

📷room for two | heir/retired boxer!jeon jungkook x single mother!reader | Series | @aaagustd

📷A Love Worth Fighting For | Jungkook x Fem!Reader | One-Shot | @dreamescapeswriting

📷I’m Tired Anyways | Jungkook x bubbly OC | One-Shot | @guksfairy

📷Peach. | professor!jungkookxcamgirl!reader | One-Shot | @hongjoongscafe

📷𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊 | jungkook x reader | Series | @arxims

📷Shatter With Me | Please, Let Me | Model!Jungkook x Surrogate!f.Reader | Series | @colormepurplex2

📷admiring from afar | jeon jungkook x female reader | One-Shot | @jeonsalibi

📷SHUT UP AND DRIVE | street racer!jungkook x fem!reader | One-Shot | @agustdtown1

[stxrvel]

i can fix them (no really, i can't) (m.list)

summary. the holy grail of the seven men who ruled the country's entertainment used to be your friends at school. now, ten years later and between successes and failures, what reason would they have to want to come back into your life?

pairing. eventually ot7 x f!reader.

content. cursing words, angst, suffering, slow burn, eventual-really eventual fluff, mature themes such as drugs and violence. every chapter will have their own warnings at the very top.

a/n. this is the first bts related fic i've ever posted and i hope for the best!! ofc this is inspired by i can fix him by taylor swift in case you were wondering. and this story wasn't really planned (no news for me), but it's all i've been thinking and writing about all this week, so i decided to post it! the chapters list will be posted as soon as i can! love you all and thank u for the support!

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chapter list.

i. absence

ii. coincidence!

iii. injustice

iv. intrusive

v. remorse

vi. disclosure

vii. coming soon...

updates will be weekly or biweekly, depending on the progress of each chapter.

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Teach

Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader x Namjoon

Word count- 7k

Includes- Getting caught, teaching sex, Jungkook is a virgin, blow job, deepthroating, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, cock riding, multiple orgasms

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxminnie @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@borntowalkaway @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @seokwoosmole @meowmeowminnie @realisticnotes @effielumiere @svnbangtansworld @pinkies-things @insomniacatiny @marvelfamily3000 @amyz78 @blueie-things

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Jungkook POV

“Fuck”, I hear Joanne scream

She’s with Namjoon again

She’s always with him

I guess it makes sense

He’s her boyfriend

But they’re so loud and wild every time they have sex

And he always leaves his door almost half open

I lost count of how many times the guys or I have seen them both naked

They have like a kink where they like to be watched or caught having sex

They always have sex in public places too

And honestly it turns me on to see

She’s so fucking hot and she has a killer body

Just seeing her in so much pleasure and getting fucked good makes me horny

I want her

But I can’t have her

She’s Namjoon’s and he loves her more than anything

She loves him too, just as much as he loves her

They’re perfect together

But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck her

I’m so attracted to her

She’s really nice, sweet and funny

And she treats Namjoon like he’s her everything

Which he is

I just want her so much

But the problem is I haven’t had sex yet

I’m 23 and I’ve never been with a girl

There’s just no time with how busy we always are

And I haven’t been lucky like Namjoon and some of the other guys who have girlfriends

It’s not that I haven’t found anyone

I have

She’s just taken

Of course I have to fall in love with a girl I can’t have

--------------------------------

I have to pass Namjoon’s room to get to mine

“Fuck baby girl, you feel fucking amazing”, Namjoon moans

“Mmmmm baby, you like when I fuck you hard?”

Jesus Christ

“Yeah”

“You’re lucky I love your cock”, she moans

Oh my god

As I pass by, I can’t help but look inside

Again, oh my god

She’s on top of Namjoon, bouncing on him

She’s covered in sweat and her breasts are bouncing hard from how hard she’s fucking him

She’s looking down at Namjoon, smirking and biting her lower lip

Good god she’s fucking sexy

I love her so much

She’s the girl I’m in love with, the girl I can’t have

I’d never take her from Namjoon

Ever

And it sucks I can’t be with her

There’s nothing I can do

I don’t know how long I’m standing there watching them, when she looks up and sees me in the doorway

She smirks at me and I get hard

Like instantly

“We have an audience Joonie”, she says seductively

Fuck me

He looks over at me and smirks too

“Wanna watch Jungkook?”, he asks

What?

I mean yeah I do but is he actually gonna let me?

“You want him to watch baby?”, he asks her, smirking

She bites her lip as she looks at me

“Yeah. I want Kookie to watch”, she answers

“C'mon Kookie”, she calls

I fucking can’t

This is insane

“Jungkook c'mon. She wants you to come in”, Namjoon says

“Yyy… you’re ok with this?”, I ask

“Yeah, I’m good with it”, he answers, “Close the door”

I walk inside his room, closing the door behind me

“Bring the computer chair here Kookie and sit”, she requests

I do as she asks

“C'mon baby. Ride me”, Namjoon tells her

She starts moving again

I watch her slide up and down him, his cock going in and out of her pussy

“Fuck”, I whisper

I’m so fucking hard, my cock is straining against my pants

“C'mon baby, Jungkook wants to see you cum”, he tells her

“Right?”, he asks me

I can’t speak, so I just nod

She nods and starts slamming herself harder on him, her hands behind her, leaning on his legs

“Yeah baby. You’re getting so tight. Almost baby”, Namjoon groans

I can’t believe I’m watching this

I see her body start shaking on top on Namjoon

“Fuck, fuck”, she screams, coming on him, “NAMJOON”

“Fuck baby, oh shit it feels so good”, he moans, his eyes closed and hands gripping her hips hard

The fucking pleasure on her face is insane

She’s even more goddamn gorgeous when she cums

Fuck, I want her to cum on me

When she finishes, she stops moving, just sitting on Namjoon, breathing hard

He sits up, pulling her to him in a kiss

When they break apart, she glances over at me

She giggles, “Kookie is hard”

Namjoon looks over at me, then he pulls her to him, whispering in her ear

She whispers back to him and he answers her in a whisper

What the hell are they talking about?

“You sure?”, she asks

“I’m sure baby”, he answers

“Ok”

Namjoon turns back to me

“Want a turn?”, he asks

I feel my eyes pop out of my head

Did her really just ask me if I want to have sex with his girlfriend?

“Wwww….what?”, I stammer

“Do you want to fuck her?”, he asks again

“Seriously? Sss….she wants that?”

I can’t wrap my head around it

“Yeah Kookie. If you want to”, she answers

Of course I want to

But I’ve never done this before

“Yyy….yes I want to bbbut, I’ve never uh….”, I trail off

“You never had sex before?”, she asks surprised

I shake my head

“Any kind? Not even oral or handjob?”

“No”, I answer

“I’ll teach you”, Namjoon says

WHAT? What the hell is going on?

“I’ll show you what to do and you just copy”

He’s offering to teach me how to fuck his girlfriend?

Is he high?

“Don’t look surprised Jungkook, we’ve had threesomes before”, he rolls his eyes

“You have?”, I squeak

“Yeah”, she answers

“With another guy?”

“Yeah with other guys. Girls too”, he answers

“Hhh…have you had any with the other members?”, I ask

“No, you’d be the first”, she answers, “And probably the only”

Again, holy shit

“But you don’t have to Kookie. I didn’t know you’ve never had sex before. If your saving it for the right girl or something like that, it’s cool”, she continues

She is the right girl

For me anyway

I want to lose my virginity to her

“Ok”, I nod

“Ok to what?”, Namjoon asks

“Ok to being with her”, I answer

He shrugs, “Ok then. But don’t touch me”

Is he kidding?

No fucking way

“I won’t. Don’t touch me”, I shoot back

“Not a problem”

Fine then

I can’t believe this is happening

He turns to her, “C'mon baby, off”

She climbs off and sits on the bed, while Namjoon puts his boxers on

He turns to me, “Get undressed but leave your boxers on”

I start to undress.

I’m aware that she’s is watching me

I take my shirt off and I hear her take a sharp breath, “Damn”

I smile to myself

She likes my body

Thank god

Once I’m undressed, Namjoon says to her, “Lay down baby and open you’re pretty legs for Kookie”

Fuck

She lays down and opens her legs wide

And I almost fall down

On my god

She’s fuck so wet already

Namjoon lays next to her and he points to her other side

I go next to her

Namjoon kisses her, “You gonna be a good girl baby and cum a lot for Kookie?”

I let out a whimper sound

“Yeah Joonie”

“Good girl”, he murmurs

“Kiss her Kookie”, Namjoon instructs

Fuck yes

I hover over her, looking down at her

She’s fucking beautiful

Her gorgeous eyes, amazing smile

“Kiss me Kookie”, she requests

I lean over, pressing my lips to hers

Oh god

Her kiss is amazing

She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her body into mine

Fuck her skin feels so good against mine, so smooth and so fucking soft

I run my hand along my body, touching her

Her tongue slides in my mouth, feeling so good, her hand in the back of my hair, pulling

I fucking love it

“Enough”, Namjoon says

She lets go of me and I move back

“Watch”, Namjoon orders

He slides his hand down her body, touching her

He glides his finger up and down her pussy, making her moan

“She likes anything you do to her.”, he says

His fingers move up rubbing her clit

“Fuck”, she moans

“Anything makes her wet. Our girl loves sex, loves to cum. And I love making her”, her looks up at me, “And you will too”

Our girl?

He said she’s ours

That makes me happy although I know it’s just for right now

I watch him slide his fingers inside her and move rapidly in and out

Her body shakes from his fingers

“She likes when you fuck her with your fingers and play with her clit at the same time”

He puts his thumb on her clit and moves it as he finger fucks her

“Yes Joonie”, she cries

“Good girl”, he praises her

He leans down and sucks on her nipple

She yells louder, her hand going in his hair and pulling

This is making me so horny

Then he lets go and pulls his fingers out

“Joonie”, she whines

“You’re turn. Make her cum”, he orders

I gulp, but reach out to her

I’m so scared I can’t do it, can’t make her feel good, can’t please her

And I want to so much

I touch her, my fingers on her pussy, feeling how wet she is

“So wet”, I whisper, moving my hand to her clit

I start rubbing her there and she shivers

Oh fuck she likes it

“Put your fingers in her. Baby wants to cum”, Namjoon informs me

I nod and slide my fingers in her pussy

Holy shit

She’s so fucking wet and tight

I want to know how she’d feel on my cock

Her tight pussy sliding up and down me, getting me all wet

Fuck I want that so much

But I have to wait

It’s worth it

“Kookie”, she moans my name

I’ve never loved hearing my name as much as I have right now

I move my fingers, slowly at first, getting faster each time I slide back in her

Putting my thumb on her clit, I move on there too

Her body lifts from the bed, responding to me

It’s fucking amazing

“Kookie, it feels good”, she moans

I feel her throbbing on my fingers

“Suck her nipple. She’s almost there”, Namjoon says

Taking her nipple in my mouth I suck rapidly

“Kookie”, she yells, clenching my fingers as she orgasms

Fuck, fuck

I made her cum

Me

I watch her, pleasure all over her face

So fucking gorgeous

Her body falls against the bed when she’s done and I pull my fingers out, looking at her cum all over them

Namjoon puts his fingers in her, takes them out and puts them in his mouth

I feel my eyes widen, watching him

“She tastes really good. It’s all over your fingers. Taste her”, he suggests

I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck on them

“Fuck”, I whisper

“Like it?”, he asks

I nod, “She tastes fucking amazing. I fucking love it”

I do

She’s so fucking good

I’ve never tasted anything so good, so sweet

“You want more?”, Namjoon smirks

I nod

Fuck yes

“Get up”, he orders me as he stands

I stand up, watching him maneuver her, pulling her to the edge of the bed

“Now you’re gonna learn how to eat pussy”, he tells me, “Lucky for you I’m really good at it, so you’ll learn how to be good too”

“Right baby?”, he asks her

“Yeah baby”, she smirks, getting up on her elbows, “I love my Joonie’s tongue”

Jesus, I’ve never been this turned on in my life

“Open baby”, he says

She opens her legs again and I just stare at her

Her pussy is so pretty

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Watch”, Namjoon orders

He puts his tongue on her, then licks up

“Yes”, she shouts

“Baby loves getting her pussy licked. There’s a lot of ways to lick her. Use all your tongue”

He lays his flat on her and moves it, licking up her pussy again

“Use just the tip of your tongue”

He licks up and down with just the tip of his tongue

“You can swirl your tongue around her, go fast or slow, light or hard”

He demonstrates it all, while she moans and whimpers

“You can go inside too”

He slides his tongue in her, licks up and out, then dips back in

“She likes all of it. All of it makes her cum”, he says between licks, “But I’m going to show you how to make her cum good and hard”

“Ok”, I whisper

“I don’t know about other girls, but our girl loves when you play with her clit”

He licks her clit, making her shake, “Right baby girl?”

She bites her lip, nodding

“Again, you can lick her slow or fast, hard or soft, all tongue or just tip”

He demonstrates all to me

I gotta say, he is good at eating pussy from the way she’s going crazy

“But baby girl especially loves when you suck her clit”

I watch him put his mouth around her clit and suck

“NAMJOON!”, she screams

“Good girl”, he praises her

I watch him suck her clit hard, slow, fast and gently

He lets go of her clit, then looks at me

“Got it?”, he asks

“Yeah”

“Good”

He goes back to her pussy, sucking her clit

“You gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”, he asks her

“Yes! Yes Joonie. Don’t stop baby”, she screams

Holy hell

I watch her body tremble, listen to her screams as she cums

Namjoon slides his tongue inside her, licking her cum and making her orgasm again

Shit, I didn’t know girls can cum right after the other

“My baby girl always tastes good”, he praises her, pulling away

Holy shit

"Go play Kookie”, he tells me, sitting next to her

“C'mon Kookie. I want to feel your wet tongue on me”, she requests

“Ok….baby”, I try out

She smiles at me, nodding

Kneeling in front of her, I put my hands on her thighs, laying my tongue on her

I swipe up, listening to her moan when I do

Fuck me

I start moving my tongue faster around her pussy

Fuck she tastes good

I love the way she feels on my tongue

So soft and wet

I swirl my tongue around her, then try the different ways Namjoon showed me how to lick her

I figure out that, right now anyway, she likes it fast and hard

“Play with her clit”, Namjoon says

Moving my tongue there, I slide up and down rapidly with the tip of my tongue

“Kookie, fuck, you’re so good with your tongue”, she cries

Yes!

Thank god she loves it

I was so worried I’d suck

I’ve never done this before

“Suck her clit”, Namjoon demands

“Yes Kookie please baby. Suck my clit. I want it so bad”, she pleads

Fuck

I pull her clit in my mouth and suck hard and faster

“Yes”, she shouts, “More Kookie, more”

I obey, giving her more

“I’m….I’m..”

“Cum in Kookie’s mouth baby”, Namjoon tells her, kissing her shoulder

“JUNGKOOK!”, she screams, her hips moving, fucking my face when she orgasms

Her cum hits my tongue and I’m hit with her fucking amazing taste again

I want more

Sliding my tongue in her, I lick it up, swallowing

“JUNGKOOK!”, she yells again, her pussy tightening on my tongue, her cum covering it when she orgasms again

I swallow, getting ready to move away, but she puts her hands in my hair, keeping me to her

“Again Kookie, please”, she begs, fucking my mouth

Oh god, she doesn’t want me to stop

I won’t

I continue to eat her out, tongue running all over her until she climaxes again

After, she lets go and I pull away

“Good baby?”, Namjoon asks

“Incredible”, she breathes, looking at me

“I need you baby”, Namjoon whispers

She nods

He pulls her up, positioning her on her hands and knees on the bed

Taking his boxers off, he slides his cock in her and starts fucking her

“Fuck”, she moans

“Stand up Kookie”, he commands

When I’m standing, he tells her, “Suck Kookie’s cock baby. He made you cum, now it’s your turn”

Oh fuck

A blow job from her

Yes please

She nods, then smiles at me

“Come here Kookie”

I move closer to her, letting her pull down my boxers

She giggles, “Aw baby’s so horny he’s leaking”

I look down and yeah I am leaking

“I’ll fix it”, she says, licking the cum from my head

She puts me in her mouth and starts sucking fast

Pleasure blasts through my body while I watch her

I can’t believe this is happening

She’s getting fucked from behind while she blows me

Never in a million years would I think this would happen

She puts her hand on my hip, pulling me closer, getting all of me in her mouth, sliding down her throat

I watch her amazed that she’s not gagging

She keeps sucking hard and fast, the pleasure so intense

“You like it Kookie?”, Namjoon asks, “Baby likes cock in her mouth. She’s so good at blow jobs”

“Yyyy…yeah….she is”, I whisper

She looks up at me and smiles

Fuck that’s hot

Moving back she sucks just on my head, her hand wrapping around my shaft, jerking me off while she sucks

“Fuck baby, you’re mouth is fucking amazing”, I moan

“Fuck Jo, you gonna cum baby? I feel you”, Namjoon moans

She nods

Oh god

I know if I see her cum, I’m going to too

She takes all of me in her mouth again, sucking fast

“Cum on my cock baby”, Namjoon orders

It’s like he has command over her body because after he says it, she cums, screaming on my cock, her arms shaking

I can’t handle it and the next suck has me shouting her name while I cum in her mouth

“Fuck JOANNE, fuck”

“Good girl. Swallow Kookie’s cum baby”

She swallows on my cock and it feels so good

She lets go and I move back, pulling my boxers up

Namjoon pulls out and stands moving in front of her

“Go ahead baby”, he tells her

She pulls him to her, his cock all in her mouth, blowing him too

“Good girl.”, he moans

“Go play with her”, Namjoon tells me, “You need to get hard again to fuck her later”

He’s right, I need to get hard again

I still want her and I want it to be good for her

She’s still on her hands and knees, so I lay down under her, pulling her to my mouth by her hips

I wrap my mouth around her clit and start sucking

Her legs tremble around my head and I hear her moaning

I can never get enough of how she responds to me

Running my tongue all over her pussy, I lay there fucking loving having her in my mouth

“Yes baby fuck”, Namjoon yells

I hear him kiss her, then move and sit in the computer chair

“Kookie”, she moans, turning me on

I can never un-hear the way she moans my name

“Please baby”, I plead

“Kookie, fuck”, she whimpers, coming

I hold her on my mouth as I lick everything she gives me

She moves off me laying on the bed next to me

She kisses my cheek and I turn to her kissing her lips

My heart soars when she kisses me back

“Baby, you ready for Kookie to fuck you?”, Namjoon asks

She lifts her head from me and nods, “Yeah”

“Go ahead Kookie”, Namjoon tells me, “Play around. You can go hard, fast, slow or soft. But you have to make her cum before you do, got it?”

I nod

“Start with the normal position with you on top of her. After she cums you can move her on her hands and knees or she can go on top of you”

“Ok”, I answer, so nervous

“Do you want to Kookie?”, she asks me

I run my fingers in her hair, nodding, “Yeah I want to”, I nod

She smiles and my breath leaves my body

“Come on top Kookie”, she says as she pulls my boxers down

I get them off and while I move, she lays on her back, with her legs open

I go on top of her, my cock right there

“Kiss me”, she requests

I lean down my lips on hers, tongue slipping in her mouth

Her hands run all over my body, making fire run through my skin everywhere her fingers touch

She moves her hand between us and aligns me right there

“Please”, she whispers, making me moan and nod

I slowly push inside, breathing hard from the feel of her

“Oh my god”, I whisper, feeling how tight and wet she is

Once I get all the way in, I have to stop for a second before I cum immediately

I lay my head on her, face in her neck while I shake and calm down

I feel her run her hand in my hair

“You feel so good Kookie. So hard and so big. So perfect for me”, she praises

Oh god, she has to stop or I’m going to cum right now

But I’m happy she likes how I feel

“Are you ok? Do you not like it?”, she asks

Is she insane?

“I love it Jo. You feel so fucking amazing baby. So tight and wet. I…I..just need a minute or I’m going to cum from how you feel”

She giggle

I fucking love that sound

“Ok baby.”, she answers, “I love feeling you too”

“Is he ok?”, Namjoon asks

“Yeah baby. He just needs a minute”, she answers

“Huh, he likes your pussy that much”

I feel her nod

“Well I love it too so I know what he feels”, her tells her

I don’t know if he feels exactly what I do

It’s not just sex, it’s being with her

It’s me being happy I’m with her

Once I get a grip over myself, I start to move, sliding in and out of her

Pleasure bursts all over my body, all my nerves on fire

“Fuck fuck fuck”, I moan

Starting slow, I go a little faster with each thrust

“Oh god”, she moans, pressing her body into mine, “Harder Kookie”

I obey and thrust harder, making her so much more wet

“Like it baby?”, Namjoon asks

“Yes. Yes I love it”, she cries, pleasure all over her face

I love that I’m making her feel so good

Giving her so much pleasure

She holds onto my body tightly while I move

“Jjjj…Joonie”, she calls

Joonie?

Why is she calling him?

My confidence takes a hit when she calls him

“Yeah baby?”

“Cccc….can he stay?”, she asks

What?

“What?”, he asks

“I…I love Kookie inside me. I don’t want him to leave. Can he stay? Please?”, she moans

Holy shit

She wants me and she’s asking her boyfriend if she can still have me in her

My mind is fucking blown and my confidence just hit the roof

“Yeah baby, it’s ok with me.”, he answers, “But you have to ask Kookie”

“Kookie please stay. Don’t leave”, she pleads, “Please”

God I love her

“I won’t baby. I promise. I’ll stay as long as you want me to”, I assure her

She nods, “I want you. So much Kookie”

She makes me so happy

These are all the things I’ve always wanted to hear from her

I wish she was mine

“Kookie, more”

I feel her throbbing on my cock and it feels incredible

“Cum baby.”, I moan, “I want to feel you”

Just like she did with Namjoon, her body listens to me when I ask her to cum

Her pussy grips my cock so tightly, keeping me in, while she cums all over me

“JUNGKOOK! Oh JUNGKOOK!”, she screams, her hands holding me tightly, as she shakes under me

My God it feels fucking fantastic

It’s the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt so far

“Fuck her through it”, Namjoon orders, “It’ll feel better for her and she might cum again”

I slam myself in her hard, over and over listening to her screams getting louder

“JUNGKOOK oh god!”

She clenches me again, orgasming again

I gasp, holding back from coming

I want to make her cum more, as much as I can

“Go on your knees and hold her legs open my her ankles. You can go deeper that way”, Namjoon instructs

I do what he says and slam hard in her

He’s right, I go in a lot deeper than before

“Yes, fuck yes Jungkook. Don’t stop”, she shouts

I don’t, pounding her fast and hard, feeling her soak my cock

She screams with every slam, pleasure all over her face

Her hips start moving, meeting my thrusts and it feels so goddamn good

“Kookie, fuck, you feel so good baby. God”

“No baby, you feel amazing. I love being in you”, I moan

I slide hard inside, making her snap as she explodes again, screaming, her body arching from the bed, into me

Yes oh god yes

I’m gonna cum

I’m almost there

She falls back on the bed, and I hover over her again, her legs around my hips, arms around my body

Her pussy has a tight grip on my cock and it feels out of this world pushing through

“Cum Kookie. I want to feel you cum”, she whimpers

Fuck fuck

I can’t hold it

“Fuck JOANNE, JOANNE!”, I shout, coming so hard, the release and ecstasy running through my body shuts my mind off and I just feel

“Fuck Joanne, I love you”, I shout, burying my face in her neck as she holds me, “I love you. Fuck Joanne, I love you so much”

After, I breathe hard, calming down, still laying on her

Lifting my head, I look at her

She’s looking at me with wide eyes

Why is she- oh shit

OH SHIT!

I told her I love her.

Oh my god why?

Stupid mouth, stupid brain

“Jungkook”, Namjoon says quietly

I glance at him and he has the same surprised look she has

I look back at her, “I’m sorry”

I move back, off her and stand up

“I’m sorry”, I repeat, not meeting their eyes as I grab my clothes

“Kookie”, she calls softly

“No I uh…I’m really sorry”, I repeat, running to Namjoon’s door and leaving the room.

I run to my room and close the door, locking it

I can’t believe I told her I love her

In front of Namjoon

Oh my god, he knows I love his girlfriend

He’s going to kill me

She’s never going to talk to me again

I fucked up

I fucked up so badly

I ruined my friendship with both of them

I’m so stupid

I’ve been avoiding Namjoon for the last week

I still see him during practices and in the dorm but I either stick to Tae or Jimin or I’m just in my bedroom with the door locked

I can’t face him

And I definitely can’t face her

I haven’t seen her in a week although I know she’s been at the dorm

I hear her talking and laughing with the guys

I just can’t see her

I’m still so in love with her but I can’t have her

And I’m scared she’s going to ignore me or tell me off for loving her

I know I can’t avoid them forever but for now it’s all I can do

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There’s a knock on my door the next morning

I sigh, what now?

“Yeah?”

“Kookie. It’s me”, she calls

Oh god

Fuck

What do I do?

“Can I talk to you?”, she asks

No no no

I don’t want to talk

I know what she’s going to say

That she doesn’t love me, she loves Namjoon, she doesn’t want me

I already know, I can’t hear her say it too

“Please Kookie?”, she asks

Fuck

I can’t say no to her

It’s not fair

I want to tell her no, but I don’t have it in me to do it

I get up from my bed and walk to the door

I take a deep breathe, steeling myself for whatever she’s going to say

I slowly open my door to her beautiful face

And to Namjoon who's behind her

What the fuck?

He’s going to murder me

“Can we come in?”, she asks

“I…uh…yeah”, I relent, moving aside to let them in

I close the door after them then go sit on my bed

Namjoon sits in my computer chair and she sits next to me

God, I just want her in my arms

“Look about last week”, Namjoon starts

“I’m sorry”, I cut him off, “I know you’re pissed off because of what I said-”

“Jungkook let me finish”, he says

I close my mouth and nod

“Do you love Joanne? Was that something you just said in the moment or is it true? Don’t lie”

He’s looking at me and I know he’ll know if I lie

“Yes. I…I’m in love with her”

He nods, “How long?”

“When I first met her”

“That long?”

I nod

They’ve been together for four years

So that’s how long I’ve loved her

“Ok so I’m going to tell you we’re not mad, so don’t worry about that”, he explains

What?

They’re…he’s…not mad I told his girlfriend I love her?

“Joanne and I talked about what happened and what you said.”

“Uh ok”, I answer

Where is he going with this?

“So we decided that if you want to, you can be in our relationship too.”, he says

I blink, unsure I heard what he said

“I…..what?”

“You can be her boyfriend too”, he says

“I….I…”, I trail off

I can wrap my head around this

“Look I’m not saying this is permanent ok? We’ve never done this before and we don’t know if it’s going to work. But we’re open to try it and see how it goes”, he explains

“Uh how would that work?”, I ask

She’d have two boyfriends?

Would he be a higher boyfriend than me because they’ve been together for so long?

Is he going to make all the decisions?

“Uh I’m not sure. All three of us have to communicate well with each other or it won’t work. If you want to be with her or take her out or whatever you have to let me know so I don’t plan anything that day. And I’ll let you know if I’m going to be with her. It’s not just you doing what I say. The only thing is that me and you are just friends. We just love the same girl and are with the same girl. I’m not into guys so I’m letting you know that right now”

“I’m not either”, I reply

“Ok that’s good. The only thing I’m going to say right now is that you treat her good. You don’t yell at her, hurt her or hit her. If you do, you’re dead. She’s the love of my life and I’ll kill you if you mistreat her”, he tells me

Hit her?

I’d never hit her

I don’t hit girls

I would never hurt her

And that’s what I tell him

“I would never hurt her. Ever”, I answer

“Good. I’m trusting you with my baby”

I nod, my mind blown

Again

I never thought this would ever happen

Or that he’d be ok with it

“Whose idea was this?”, I ask

“Mine”, Namjoon answers

“Yours?”, I ask incredulously, “Why?”

Why would he do this?

He shrugs, “Because we let other people in when we have threesomes, so this isn’t a big jump from that. You love her and I know you. And she likes you”

What? I turn to her

“You do?”, I ask shocked

She smiles and nods

I turn back to Namjoon

“And that doesn’t bother you?”

“No because I know she loves me”, he answers

“But….”

Should I ask this?

Will it piss him off?

“What?”

“But what if she falls in love with me too? Like she is with you?”

“As long as she loves me, it doesn’t bother me.”, he says

“Really?”

“Really”, he says, “But if she wants out of this and only wants me, then you need to back off. And if you want out, tell us and you can leave. And if it’s not working then sorry but you’re out”

“What if she only wants me?”

He glares at me, “Not gonna happen but on the extreme off chance she does, I’ll back off”

Fuck, I pissed him off

“Don’t worry Joonie.”, she answers, “I’m always going to love you. I’m always going to be with you. For the rest of my life”

“I know baby. I’m always going to love you too”, he smiles at her, “I’m always going to be with you too baby, even when we’re old and wrinkled”

The smiles she beams at him is gorgeous

They really love each other

He looks back at me, “So do you want to do this?”

Do I?

I get to be with her, love her, possibly have her love me

And I’m not against being in their relationship

Just like Namjoon, as long as she wants me, maybe loves me, I don’t care if she loves Namjoon too

“Yes”, I answer, “I want to do this”

He nods, “Ok”

“What about the guys? Are we keeping this a secret?”

“They know. We told them what we were going to talk to you about”, he answers

Uh ok

“They know?”

“Yeah they were weirded out at first but they accept it”, she answers

Uh ok

I guess it’s ok they know

“Ok well I have to go to my studio to work on some songs.”, Namjoon says getting up, “I’ll see you later”

He’s leaving?

He comes to her, leans down and kisses her

“Bye baby. I’ll see you later. I love you”

“Bye Joonie. I love you”, she says

He turns and leaves my room

I have no clue what to do now

“So uh if you’re busy now, I can go. We just wanted to talk to you about this.”, she says standing up, “I uh guess I’ll see you later”

She starts to turn away but I grab her hand

“Stay”, I ask

“Oh uh ok”, she answers

I pull her to me, putting her on my lap and kiss her

God it’s just like the first time

Fireworks going off

She kisses me back, my tongue in her mouth, her hands in my hair

I start kissing her neck all over

“I want you”, I moan

I want her so much

I want to feel her again

I want to make her feel good

She answers me by pulling my shirt off and kissing me starting from my neck down to my shoulder and chest

Her lips leave fire on my skin everywhere they touch

I take her shirt off, then I’m able to get her bra off without being an idiot about it

“God you’re so fucking sexy”, I praise her, taking her nipple in my mouth and sucking

“Fuck Jungkook”, she moans

“Yeah baby fuck. I love hearing you moan my name”

Holding her to me, I turn, laying her on my bed

She reaches up to me, holding onto me tightly

Leaning down, I catch her lips in a kiss again, while I pull her pants and panties down

I get them off and throw them somewhere in my room

Her hands move down my body and get to my sweatpants

She slides her hands under the waist band and pulls both my pants and boxers down

I help her and kick them off

She gets as close to me as possible, her chest against mine, pressing her body against mine

I didn’t realize how much I love just feeling her skin on mine until right now

“Kookie…I…I…”

“What baby? What do you want? I’ll do whatever you want”, I answer

“I need you”, she moans

Fuck, she can have me

Anytime she wants

“Ok baby, you have me whenever you want. I promise”, I answer, putting her leg over my hip

“Please Kookie”, she pleads

“Ok baby”

I slide inside her, going all the way in, my body shivering

She sighs, like I’m supposed to be in her

Like she I’m all she needs

I like that

I move, sliding in and out of her, her pussy getting tighter on me, keeping me inside

“Fuck baby, you like me in you this much?”, I ask, “You want to keep me inside?”

“Yes Kookie. I love you in me. I don’t want you to leave”, she moans

“I won’t baby, I promise. I want to stay”, I whisper

I move harder and faster, making her yell out with each thrust

“Baby, you feels so good, holding me tight. Fuck I love you”, I groan

I don’t care about saying it anymore

She knows and I just want to say it

I feel her getting ready and I never wanted her to cum on me as much as I do right now

“Cum on me baby”, I whisper, kissing her neck

“JUNGKOOK”, she yells, coming and shaking in my arms

“Good girl, fuck, you’re so beautiful baby”, I murmur

She looks up at me and smiles, “Jungkook you are so beautiful you don’t even know”

I have no idea what to think

She thinks I’m beautiful?

Oh my god

She kisses me, gently pushing me back until I’m laying on my back

“My beautiful Kookie”, she whispers kissing me all over my face

“My baby”, she says, trailing kisses down my neck and chest

God her kisses are amazing

I love feeling her lips on my skin

“My Jungkook”

Fuck I love hearing her call me her Jungkook

I am

From the second I saw her, I was hers

She kisses back up my body, whispering in my ear, “I’m going to make my baby feel so good”

I moan loudly

She climbs on top of me, sliding down my cock, my body trembling

Fuck, going inside her is like the first time everytime

My body just reacts to her

She puts her hands on the wall above me and she starts bouncing on me, starting off slow, then going faster and faster

Pleasure blasts through my body

Watching her ride me gets me so much more horny

“God baby, you’re so good at this”, I moan

“Kookie, you have no clue how much I’ve been wanting to ride you”

Fuck me

“What?”, I whisper

“I wanted to last time we we’re together but you ran away”

“I’m sorry baby. I just panicked”

“Shh baby. It’s ok. I can ride you all the time now”

Oh god she can

I just realized, I can be with her when I want, when she wants

“Yeah baby, you can. Whenever you want, you can have me”

“You can have me too baby. Whenever you want”, she answers

God I’m happy

She slides up, squeezes my head so tight then slides back down

“Oh god”, I yell

She keeps herself tight while she slams down on me

The pleasure is so goddamn good

I run my hands up her legs, touching her hips and sliding up her body

Sitting up a little, I plant kisses all over her stomach, sucking and licking her skin

“Mmmmm Kookie”

“Baby girl. Cum. Please. I want it”

“Yeah Kookie”, she moans, sliding up and coming on my head

I watch her cum run down my cock, and I swallow hard

Oh fuck that’s so hot

“God baby, you’re fucking perfect”, I moan

When she finishes, I grip her hips, slamming her down on me

As she comes down I thrust up, going in so deep

“Yes!”, she screams

I thrust up again when I bring her down and I slide into her, making her scream

“There Kookie. Fuck there!”, she pleads

Did I just find her spot?

Oh my god

“Where baby?”, I ask, slamming her again, “There?”

I hope I didn’t lose it

“Yes!”

Good

I love the reaction I’m getting from her, so I keep slamming her there over and over

It doesn’t take long before she orgasms again, getting tight on me

“JUNGKOOK!”, she screams

God I love her orgasms

The pleasure from them is so intense and I want to feel it over and over

Bringing her down again, I slam her spot causing another orgasm right after the first one

Oh my god, yes

I want her to have more

“Again baby”, I moan, thrusting into her, making her explode again

I keep going, every few thrusts causing another orgasm, her screams music to my ears

I lost count of how many I’ve given her

“C'mon baby girl. One more”, I ask

She nods

I slam her the hardest I have so far and she screams, her body shaking violently on top of me

The pleasure is overwhelming as I cum inside her, screaming her name and enjoying the pleasure

“JOANNE, oh god baby!”

“Good Kookie, good boy”, she murmurs

When I finish, she climbs off and lays next to me

I turn to her automatically, pulling her in my arms

It’s the first time I’m holding her and I fucking love it

She turns to me and reaches out, running her fingers in my hair

She’s looking at me, smiling

“I know I’m going to love you Kookie”, she whispers

She will?

Oh god I hope so

“You are?”, I ask

She nods, “I don’t know how long it’ll take but I just know I’m going to fall in love with you too”

“But Namjoon-”

“I love him. In love with him. But I have room to love you too.”

“As long as you love me Jo, I’m more than ok”, I whisper, kissing her

I really don’t care

I just want her and if she loves me, I’m good

I can do this with her and Namjoon.

Because she’s worth it

[ze-eternalmarsh]

Name: 21 questions

Ship: Namgi (Namjoon/Yoongi) - BTS

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/M

Wordcount: 10,023

Type: One Shot

Tags: smut, fluff, humor, 21 questions, domestic, friends to lovers, first time, praise kink, choking, drunkness (tipsy), soft

Summary:

Yoongi and Namjoon play 21 questions with one another and end up learning more than they had planned.

[merakisss]

Kim namjoon ; masterlist.

[ key. ❃ ⇾ fluff ; ☾⇾angst ; ♡⇾ smut ; ✎ ⇾in progress ; ✓⇾completed ; 🕊️⇾drabble is a part of a series ;

All my works are added here chronologically. Please keep in mind that i’m new to Tumblr, so i don’t know how the fanfiction community works, if you want you can help me, please do or else, leave respectfully.

❃ ⇾feel my love .

Namjoon and his girlfriend bask in the aftermath of another healing session with each other.

❃ ⇾ “life is worthy because of your existence. ”

ᡣ𐭩 never letting go - coming soon. ( ❃ / ☾ / ♡ / ✎ )

Synopsis⇾falling in love for ruhaanika and namjoon felt like a union of sky and stars, but fate had other plans for them, as they couldn’t live together due to their difference in wealth, and fortune which led to misunderstandings and seperation. Years later, namjoon is the CEO of his own company kim corporations, with firm determination and love in his heart, he decides to win ruhaanika’s heart no matter what awaits them, but with an engagement on it’s way, ruhaanika has to choose between her first love or an arrangement that is too tempting to resist.

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❒ idealizations concerning real life relations

s2l, fwb, smut, angst | 40.9k

❒ wishing for you

smut, fluff, angst | twoshot

❒ visions

yandere, smut | 5.1k

❒ espresso

boxer jk, fluff, smut | 14.6k

❒ perfect

fluff / slight Angst | 13k

❒ but we loved to young

f2l, l2s, smut, angst | 10.4k

❒ the blue princess and her red rose

prince jungkook, angst, fluff, smut | 34.8k

❒ rigor mortis

smut, angst, horror, fluff | 28.5k

❒ sweet apple biscuits

angst, 'orange' au | 15.5k

❒ i hate you, i love you

angst, smut | twoshot

❒ we can’t be friends

angst, smut, toxic relationship | 9.8k

❒ do i wanna know

stalker-yandere au | 19.8k

❒ down bad

f2l, college au, angst, smut | series

❒ sweet serial killer

smut, serial killer, angst, yandere | twoshot

❒ pent up stress

smut , fluff | ?

❒ shut up and drive

street racer jk, smut, angst | twoshot

❒ tempest

soft yandere, smut, angst | 31k

❒ safety net

boxer jk, e2f, f2l, fluff, angst, smut | twoshot

❒ rattled

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❒ how long will we fall

soulmate au, f2l, angst, fluff | 14k

❒ sweater weather

fwb, smut, fluff, angst | 14k

❒ miracle of the season

angst, fluff, smut, angel au, soulmate au | 17.2k

❒ oath

angst, mafia au | series

❒ pick & roll | la lakers

fwb, smut, angst | 19.2k

❒ when she loved me

angst, light smut | 11.2k

❒ aim for the heart

e2l, romance, angst, drama | series

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❒ will it fit?

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❒ ultimatum

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❒ kaiho

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s2l, fluff, smut | 8.8k

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greek mythology,, light smut, fluff, angst | 18.7k

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[curryshesus]

jeon jungkook fics that own my mind, body, heart, and soul

in other words, this is a collection of my favorite jk fics on tumblr! if you enjoyed any of these fics as much as i did, pls remember to support the authors by interacting with their post. part 2 | other bts members

➺ bitchin - by @kinktae

summary: the 80s were a time of choices. which perm was right for you? what color neon would you wear next? none of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with jeon jungkook.

➺ idealizations concerning real life relations - by @venusiangguk

summary: jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.

➺ hotter than hell - by @chateautae

summary: jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

➺ jump then fall (into you) - by @writtenwhalien

summary: bringing Jungkook along as your date to your ex’s lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first — all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong… then Jungkook’s ex shows up and all of a sudden you’re in a years long relationship with him. You don’t mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?

➺ too late to dream - by @kookslastbutton

summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

➺ the forgotten spaces- by @oddinary4bts

summary: you've been dancing on the same dance crew since your teenage years, and you finally have an important role in it. It feels like life is taunting you when your rival comes back after disappearing for a year, ready to tease you every chance he gets. Will the teasing turn into more, or are you going to take him down with you?

➺ when the end comes - by @oddinary4bts

summary: Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook? **sequel to the forgotten spaces

➺ falling - by @starshapedkookie

summary: soulmate (noun): a person who is bound to another through the strongest level of emotional and physical connection. one is given a name on the body upon 18 years of age and any transgressions against the laws of soul-bonding will not occur without harm.

➺ love alive - by @jamaisjoons

summary: a year after you and jungkook break up, the two of you meet at your brother’s party.

➺ changes in between - by @taegularities

summary: Becoming the roommate of Jeon Jungkook is the biggest change you’ve ever gotten thrown into - but little do you know that the addition of another man will bring even further turbulence into your (love) life.

➺ falling skies - by @fortunexkookie

summary: Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. You used to be friends, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash.

Despite the teasing and fighting, Jiyeon realized how Jungkook felt about you long before he did - it was a twin thing - and if you were her sun, and he was her moon, then she just wished she could show you how he reflected your light.

➺ sugarplum elegy - by @bymoonchild

summary: You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while. Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

➺ an abundance of mondays - by @diortae

summary: "why the fuck would it be easy? you’re disgustingly in love with your best friend. of course it’s complicated.” he pauses to roll his eyes, as if he hasn’t just laid out the most secret parts of you here in the middle of the campus dining hall.

➺ five dates - by @kpopfanfictrash

summary: “Ten dates,” he nods, smile tugging at his lips. “Ten dates, to decide if you want this – want me – or want me to go. Ten dates to get to know me. Ten dates,” he says, oddly soft, “to fall in love with me.” Which then becomes five.

➺ here comes the bride, all dressed in pride - by @hansolmates

summary: You and your cousin Doyeon have had beef with each other since the sandbox. When she plucks the last straw, you decide to end your long-simmering fight by claiming that you and her ex—Jeon Jungkook, are now boyfriend and girlfriend

➺ if i told you - by @gukyi

summary: in order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him.