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kookiecrumb · 3 years ago

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i heard you're taking requests 😳

i love ur fics sm 💌💌 !!!!!

can u do one idol jk x fan/groupie reader, where reader just wants to suck jungkook's dick and he says yes and he gives her the best night of her life or something 🤪💘 (it turns into sex)

also i would love if you would make kook really cocky and arrogant and reader really sweet and subservient !!

yes. I can do that for you.

JJK || In For It

warnings: smut (18+), oral (m&f receiving), rough fucking, degradation, fingering, some praise, alcohol consumption, fucking in a bar bathroom, bigdick!jungkook, cocky!jungkook, a lot of dirtytalk, a little ass smackin', hair grabbin', explicit language, mention of possible pregnancy, unprotected sex* (don't do this)

You didn't expect him to actually say yes.

I mean, you felt guilty even asking the question, but you met him at a casual location, you talked normally for a bit, and you established trust with him.

He knew who you were* by the third time he saw you at that particular spot. It was a semi-formal, affluent bar located in Cheongdam-dong.

"I like your guts," he chuckles softly upon you asking. "You really want to know what it feels like to take an idol in your throat?" He says, a bit quieter since you're in public.

"Mhm, I can do it well. I know I can," you say, looking him dead-on.

Jungkook breaks out in an astounded smile at your confidence. "Are you sure you're not shooting tequila?" He asks, jokingly.

You roll your eyes cutely at the question. "No! I just want to be good for you, Jungkook...so good..."

He bites his lip, leaning into his seat a bit. "I wonder how we can get out of here so the media doesn't get up my ass..." he hisses, looking around.

You look beyond him to a family bathroom off to the side. An idea sparks in your viscious mind.

The family room is for making families after all, right?

"Maybe we don't have to get out of here..."

Minutes later, you're perched on the sink, vigorously kissing and sucking Jungkooks lips as he frantically strips his jacket.

He tilts your head up a bit to deepen the chaste kisses you're giving him. Then, he roughly pulls your waist to his body. "Cocksucker," he growls, crowning you his toy.

"Mm~" you mew, your arms thrown over his shoulders and your legs clinging to his hips.

"I want this hot mouth on my fat cock. I'm going to use you like a fleshlight, so you need to do exactly what I want you to..." he mumbles.

"Ohhh fuck, please do~ please~" you gasp, leaning into his every touch.

Jungkook grabs a handful of your ass and kneads you. He releases you from his hold and smacks you playfully. "Mmmh, mmh," he smirks. "If you let me stuff your throat with my dick, then I'll slut you out like a good girl," he buzzes against your lips. "Get on your knees."

You drop down immediately, with big eyes as he caresses your jaw softly. "It's really big. You're gonna choke on it a few times but remember to breathe through your nose. I'm going to destroy your throat."

It doesn't matter. More than anything you want to be used by him like this. You'd ruin yourself for him, and he knows it by the way your big eyes are staring up at him releasing his cock for you.

You drool at the sight of it. It's the biggest you've ever seen. Just looking at it, your pussy is pooling. He looks uncomfortably hard, his tip already producing milky cum for your tasting.

Once Jungkook decides you've had enough time to admire his dick, he forces your mouth on it, filling your throat and causing you to roll your eyes back.

You sharply inhale. Your lips are flush against the base of his cock as he thrusts his hips into your heat. Your eyes begin to water at the intrusion almost immediately, but the view is unbelievable.

Jungkook's strong hands guide your mouth on him, his tattooed fingers grabbing your hair impetuously.

He rips out a deep groan, breaking out into a devilish smile as he feels you swallowing around it. "Your idol's in your throat. Look at how lucky you are, slut," his voice shakes as he fucks you.

You spread your tongue and hollow your cheeks for him to deepen his thrusts like a good fleshlight.

His pace quickens as you spread your thighs out on the floor to keep yourself from creaming at the feeling of his dick stretching your throat.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel his thrust stagger, anticipating a big glob of his cum to stream down your throat.

He quietly whimpers as he firmly holds your mouth down on his monster cock and paints it white with his cum.

You let off immediately, contemplating his slightly salty taste. You don't even notice it but your clit is throbbing inside your pants right now. Nevertheless, you're so glad you were able to please him.

Jungkook pants softly, observing you. His eyes transform as he realizes he needs more of you. You were an angel, and good girls get rewards.

"Let me eat you." He demands.

"But--"

"Get up on the counter, spread your legs, throw away your panties, and let me eat you," he commands.

The position is vulnerable, your swollen cunt is being studied by Jungkook's curious eyes as they fill with lust.

He dives in, sucking your bud with vigor.

"Hh-- ahhh-" you gasp, closing your legs around his face. He furrows his eyebrows and sucks harder, his unrelenting grip pinning you down to the cold surface beneath you.

His tongue flirts with your folds, rigorously lapping them as he stares up at you.

Two of his fingers sink into your needy cunt, causing you to whine and clench around them as he makes a mess beneath you.

Then, he releases your clit and spreads his tongue on your slit.

Your thighs tremble beneath him as you feel his fingers reaching your cervix. "Ohhh fuck, Jungkook please...." you cry.

He doesn't relent. Instead, he points his tongue and presses it to your clit as his middle and his ring finger wriggle inside of you. Your eyes roll back as you ride him unconsciously.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum if you don't stop, Jungkook, please--" you whine.

Jungkook lifts himself from your drenched cunt and kisses you passionately. "Do you wanna cum around your idol's dick? Is that what will sedate your wildest fantasies? Or would it just make you crave me more?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes," you whimper. "Fuck me, use me, I want to feel you, please,"

Jungkook pulls you down to his cock until you can feel him through your gut. "Holy fuck--" you moan, your back arching involuntarily.

You're so full of him you can't feel your legs, pinned up next to your face as he swirls his hips into your cunt and pounds you. With your mouth gaped open, you whimper with every hard thrust against your abused cervix.

His hands travel up your body and grab you casually, squeezing and touching you as if he were your property. You are.

You're so close-- you're impossibly close, your body tenses at the haphazard approach of your orgasm.

His lips form into a cocky smirk. A single word forms on them. "Cum."

You pulse around him violently, your body releasing all over your idol. It triggers his second orgasm, crowning you with his hot cum. It's a much earned reward, so you don't waste a drop of it.

He kisses your lips softly, smiling. "If you get pregnant, call me. I'd be a good dad, I think."

Your cheeks get hot. "With what number?"

You help each other clean up, carefully erasing all clear evidence that you'd been ruthlessly fucking in a bar bathroom and exit one at a time.

You leave first, and then he does.

Back at your seats, Jungkook orders one more round for you both and writes down his number on a napkin in black pen. "You know..." he breathes.

"You could also call me...just because," he shrugs.

"Just because?" You laugh. "Like to go out?"

Jungkook looks around to see if anyone is watching and nods softly. "We have good sex and I like hearing you talk. I'm sure we could figure something out."

Just then, your heart skips a beat.

You're in for it.

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kookiecrumb · 2 years ago

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JJK || Take Care of You

Chapter 2: The Talk

chapter summary: Jungkook shows you the ropes when it comes to taking care of his home and his pets. Meanwhile, Taehyung gets nosey.

wc: 5K

warnings: mature language, reader almost gets attacked by a creep, sneaky behavior

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"I'll call you back, Dr.Lee," you slur into the phone before hanging up, abruptly. With a sharp inhale, you realize you're in deep shit.

How should you handle this? Does he know you're a fan? Does it matter if you are? Panic corrupts your mind as you close the key drawer and walk out from behind the counter.

There he is, in the flesh. The idol of your dreams.

"Well?!" He smiles, delighted to see you. "Welcome to my house! Isn't it beautiful?" He leans on the couch with a golden smile. "I just…uhhm…furnished. I see you cleaned. Very nice!"

"I did. I cooked dinner, and I cleaned, sir,"

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow. "Sir? You don't have to call me that," he laughs. "Just…Jungkook or Mr.J if you really want to. You are going to be taking care of my home life, after all."

You nod, obediently.

"I can understand you're shy. Halmeoni told me that you would be. Don't worry~" he sings. "Come sit down."

So, you sit down on his couch and he sits in his chair, crossing his legs over one another and smirking. You don't know why he's smirking and it's low-key making you nervous. "Ah, she was right. You are pretty."

"Is that…a problem?" You ask, trying to be as impartial as possible.

"Yeah, actually. It means you can't ever be seen in public with me or else Dispatch will think we're dating," Jungkook hisses. "Also, it would piss Seunghee off."

"Who is Seunghee?" You swallow.

"...my girlfriend," he replies, biting his lip. "Judging from the look on your face you're pretty disappointed at the news," he gestures at your faltered expression.

You don't say anything. Instead, you lower your eyes.

"It's okay to be shocked, Y/N. Some people react this way when they first meet me, so I understand." He lowers his tone. "She's got her own place, though, so you won't have to see her too often."

So long as Jungkook is happy, right?

"Alright," you bring your head up to look at him when you talk. "Can we go over my duties as your housekeeper? I'd like to know if there's anything special you'd like me to do."

Jungkook pauses to acknowledge he knows you changed the subject on him, but continues, anyways. "Okay, yeah. Let's do it over dinner."

You raise your fork to your mouth and take a bite of your food. It's delicious. Maybe it needs a little more salt, but that's an easy fix. After all, it is your first time cooking in Korea.

Jungkook is across from you at the dining table, munching away with his eyes dead on you. He's thinking of what to say next.

He finds the words a few moments later and hands you a notepad and pen.

"Please do my laundry once a week. I suggest that Saturdays be deep-clean days, because I'll almost always be out then–" He takes a breath. "I have three dogs, Gureum…No, sorry, Gureum passed," he shakes his head.

"I'm sorry for your loss," you say.

"No, no, it's okay…Thank you," Jungkook shares a genuine smile with you.

"I have three dogs," he continues. "Bam, Songi, and Paengi. They each need to go out three times a day because they're very active dogs. They also need to be fed three times a day. Just remember that when you eat, they eat."

"Are they upstairs?" You annotate this information rigorously down on the pad, your handwriting barely legible.

"No, they're at a friend's house right now. Which reminds me that every two weeks they're to be taken to my friend Seri who will take care of them and groom them for the day."

"So…today's one of those days?"

"Yes. Exactly. Exactly! See? You're killing it," he cheers.

You bite the end of your pen, smiling. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

You glance down at everything on your paper. This isn't a lot, at all. It seems as if working here will be a breeze. Satisfied, you put your things down and meet Jungkook's eyes.

He's spaced out, completely.

"Jungkook…" you nudge.

"Huh? Ah…" he chuckles. "Sorry. Here's your bedroom key, before I forget."

He slides over a quaint, brown key with a weathered piece of tape wrapped around the head. The blue marker on the tape reads your name in his handwriting.

"It's old. Don't mind that," he brushes off.

You pinch the key between your fingers, playing with it as he talks. "Okay, good."

"Good!" Jungkook stands up from the table and picks up both your plates, taking them to the sink.

"Oh you really don't have to do that, it's my job…" you protest.

"Well, let me make your job easier," he replies, humbly. He rolls up his sleeves, and that's your very first glimpse of his tattoos in real life.

They make him look a lot tougher than he actually is, which makes you wonder if he has a bad side. He glances up and sees you staring. "Do you like them? They mean a lot to me. I'm sure we'll get around to it someday."

It's at this point during which you question the duration of your employment. You understand that your contract is long-term, but you've yet to grasp the consequences of permanently moving to Korea to be Jungkook's housekeeper.

You've forgotten to ask about your days off.

"Excuse me," you shout.

Jungkook leans with his palms against the countertop, acknowledging your call. "Hm?"

"When are my days off?"

He pouts, drawing a blank. "Take your pick. You can have any two days out of the week, except for Saturday."

That's easy. Friday and Sunday seem like the most logical combination. Weekends off don't sound too bad, but then you'd have that awkward Saturday cleaning in the middle. That's non-negotiable. The next best option is Thursday and Friday.

"I'll take Thursday and Friday off."

You take some much needed alone-time in your new bedroom.

You still can't wrap your head around what the fuck just happened, actually.

It's nine at night.

You've already texted your grandmother to let her know you've landed and that you're at the house. You've unpacked your things and placed your clothes neatly inside of the provided dresser. You've even set up your trinkets and personal items around the room.

It's huge.

The room includes your own small living room and a bathroom with a jacuzzi in it. There's a jacuzzi in the guest room. Never have you been so thankful for something so unnecessary.

As you strip, you notice something you must have overlooked before on top of the dresser. It's a letter from your employer.

The letter has a little cooky sticker sealing it closed, and your name written in purple on the bottom-right corner. In order to preserve the sticker, you peel it carefully and stick it on the cover of the journal you bought from the airport.

You open the letter, your fingertips wedging themselves between the paper before pulling it open.

"Here's some extra cash to spend on necessities. Don't hesitate to ask me your questions. Getting used to living somewhere new can be hectic. Believe me when I say I know the feeling. - Jaykay"

Two ten-thousand won bills and one fifty-thousand won bill are paperclipped to the letter. You don't know how much that is, but something tells you it's more than what you really need.

The digital clock reads 11PM. It's time for you to get some rest. You're sure you saw a 24 hour minimart on the way here, but then again, you were staring up at the sky the whole way so you're not so sure.

So, Naver translate in-hand, you throw on a sweatshirt and some sneakers and carefully make your way out of the house. You take a spare key with you.

Once you're out the gate, you turn to the left and see a glowing sign outside of a small store nearby. You follow it, the quiet chirping of crickets and the faint sound of house music serenading you.

A tiny bell frantically indicates your entrance to the shop. You smile. How cute.

The place is clean and bright, and everything is in its place. In the back, there is a hot water machine and a hot coffee machine with various teas and coffee flavors available. It also looks like there's a juicer there, too.

You continue to the medicine aisle. To the best of your ability, you translate the word for melatonin, match it to the symbols written on the boxes and look for the gummy version.

"Me-ra-to-neen," you mouth, shrugging. You grab it from the shelf and head towards the front. On the way, you pick up a voucher for tea and hand it to the cashier who is loudly playing League of Legends on his phone.

He glances up at you and then at your items, but doesn't say anything.

You slide him ten thousand won. He takes the bill and starts picking out change from the register. Then, he points to the back, where the hot water machine is.

"Free cup," he says.

"Mhm," you reply, carefully picking up your change and your things and heading to the back to make your tea.

Very carefully, you flick the switch and hot water comes pouring out of the boiler. You reach into your bag, flailing your fingers until you get a hold of your tea bag. You rip the paper package open and dip the leaves in the hot water.

After a while, swirls of color accumulate around the bag. You pluck a disposable spoon from the utensil bar and stir it carefully, watching the tea transform into a translucent, uniform color. The warm flavor of the tea fills your senses as you bring the hot cup to your lips.

"Mm," you hum, closing your eyes. "Well, that'll do it."

With caution, you move the string to the side and firmly secure a cover over the top, and walk out the door.

Immediately, you're on edge. There are two guys talking to each other loudly outside the shop. They both look to be in their early 30s or late 20s, and they smell strongly of alcohol.

Trying not to make eye contact, you walk past them with your head up. Alas, you've already caught their attention, and now that you've got it, they're not letting you go.

One of them, the younger one, pushes his friend to the side in pursuit of you. Alarmed, you tell yourself to stay calm and keep moving forward.

Maybe if you don't give them any attention, they won't harass you further. "Hey," he shouts. "Hey, hey, pretty–"

You internally wince, gripping your bag a little tighter as it slips from your sweaty palm.

This goes on for the next few minutes, with him trying to get your attention. You can tell by his voice that he's trailing behind you now, getting more and more frustrated at your lack of response.

Finally, just as you've reached the front of Jungkook's house, he lays a hand on you. Your gut reaction is to use your knee to disable his legs.

In the house, faint struggling is heard. Jungkook abruptly rises from the couch. "Y/N?" He snaps. "Y/N?!"

That's when he hears your scream. Grabbing a nearby baseball bat, he bolts out of the house.

You've long taken care of the creep, as he's calling you a bitch, holding his nuts, squeaming in the middle of the road.

Jungkook grabs your wrist with force, fuming angry. He pulls you from the action, into the garden and proceeds to point his bat at your attacker.

"왜, 왜?! 가슴이 엉덩이도 짱 근다– " The guy whines.

You can't understand the heated string of sputtered words spewed at the lowlife, but you're certain it's nothing pleasant.

You take deep breaths, watching the scene from afar. Jungkook is in his pajama bottoms, a tank top, and flannel threatening the guy, his face red with fury.

Pouting, you watch the poor guy get chewed out by an idol.

Then, Jungkook stops. He brings his eyes down and just smirks. Satisfied with whatever he saw, he heads back inside.

"He pissed himself," Jungkook snickers, carrying the bat over his shoulders. "Fuck," he laughs, nervously. "I don't know if in New York you can go out by yourself at this time of night and expect not to get touched, but this is not New York," he emphasizes. "They won't take no for an answer, guys like that. Don't do that again."

"Got it…" you comply, completely embarrassed. With your tea cup still intact, you re-enter the house relatively unscathed.

Jungkook puts his bat down and takes off his shoes before climbing to the second floor. "Goodnight! Remember what I said," He shouts.

"I will!" You reply.

You take off your sneakers and carry your things into the guest room.

Time to take a bath.

There's a basket full of bath bombs on top of the sink. Some are shaped like hearts, some are shaped like stars. You pick a yellow, sparkly star bath bomb from the stash and keep it in your hand as you turn on the hot water.

You sink into the bubbling jacuzzi and the room fills with steam. Your thoughts drift with them as you try to wake up from this daydream.

You list all the facts.

Jungkook is now your boss. He's also very hot and the source of most of your wet dreams. He also has a girlfriend who you've yet to meet and who you have to be careful of because he says you're too pretty to be around him.

Wait, did Jungkook call you pretty?

Does it matter? In what way did he mean it?

In the most business-oriented, fact-of-the-matter way possible, you think.

He ate the food you ate. It won't be the last time, either. You're going to be his personal chef, dogsitter, maid, and home manager.

Now it kind of made sense why the paycheck was so big. This is a lot of work. Not to mention, it's a little emotionally distressing.

For the first time, you contemplate leaving. A fan should respect their idol. Maybe, instead of getting emotionally involved, you should back out of this contract, work until you've paid off your flight, and find work elsewhere.

Right. That would be a plausible solution to this whole situation. If you just put yourself up for hire elsewhere. You're certain Jungkook would understand. Perhaps he could even give you a work recommendation.

But then again, he did say that he wouldn't be in the house much. Would it really phase you that much if every now and then he came home and hung out? After all, he's just some guy.

Yeah, some guy who has won countless music awards, has rubbed elbows with world leaders, has performed in sold out stadiums globally, and whose group contributes billions to the South Korean economy.

When it comes down to it, you're pretty much stranded at his house. Even if you were to land an interview here, it would be nearly impossible to get hired.

So, you should just be thankful that you have a place to stay and a steady income here, no matter the drama that it might cause you in the future.

You climb out of the bath and drain the water, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel and stepping into your bedroom.

Your nightclothes are laid out on the bed, so you drop your towel and climb into your matching set of underwear and then your cute bt21 pajamas.

For the record, you packed those prior to discovering who your boss was, so you don't feel as weird sleeping in them.

You bend to pick up your towel and decide to hang it out the window for it to dry.

The gentle rustling sound of the leaves outside keeps your mind at ease as you drift off into a deep sleep.

The moment you're awake, you check your phone to see what day it is. It's Wednesday, at 6:00 AM.

It's amazing that you were able to sleep so soundly, and for a whole six hours, apparently.

You need to get moving and make breakfast. Jungkook should already be up.

With your heart racing, you jump out of your pajamas and into some decent clothing, throwing some soap and water on your face, and walking out to greet him.

You bolt out the door.

Jungkook's eyes widen at you suddenly rushing in. He's holding a toasted poptart with a butter knife in his hand, terrified.

After processing it's just you, he says: "Oh hey!"

"Good morning. Uhh…Achim-sik meokeoseoyo?" You try.

Jungkook takes a bite out of his breakfast strudel. "Mhm. It's fine. I take care of breakfast. You just do lunch and dinner. Didn't you read the contract thing?"

You did not read the contract thing, no.

"Mhm! So, you're headed out soon?" You ask, dismissively.

"Yeah. Dance practice and then it's off to English class, and then I have a dinner." Jungkook shifts his weight on his feet. "Then it's running and then an hour of working out."

That's a relief. It's a busy day for him. This means that you can take your time figuring things out.

"Okay. Are you coming home for lunch or are you going to eat out?" You ask, innocently.

"I'd appreciate it if you, from now on, make lunch the day before so that I can just grab it and go. I like your cooking. Did you take…lessons?" Jungkook asks.

"I took several culinary classes from 8th grade all the way up to my senior year of college. So, yes, I took lessons," you laugh.

Jungkook is impressed to say the least. "Wow, Y/N, is there anything you can't do?"

"Coming from…the golden maknae of BTS?" You reply, buttering him up nicely.

"That's true. That's true. Love myself, love yourself. That's what Namjoon says, every day," he says, tiredly.

"Is he really that cool?" You innocently inquire.

"Hm? Namjoon? Yeah…he's a cool guy…" he reminisces. "Anyways! I'll be going now. Take care of the dogs, they're resting right now. They need to eat and be taken out."

Jungkook grabs his keys, twirls around to bid you goodbye, and walks out the door.

Great. You have the whole house to yourself again. Only this time, you have responsibilities to fulfill. You started with the easy stuff. Like he asked, you took the dogs out first.

Bam is a sweetheart, but he's a big baby. He doesn't quite know how to not excitedly approach others on the street. He's well unaware that he's quite frightening, despite being just a puppy.

Paengi and Songi stay by your side the entire walk, not too curious about their surroundings. The walk is peaceful. Scattered pedestrians progress along the streets, each in their own little world.

You walk one lap around the block, familiarizing yourself with what's in immediate proximity to the house.

There's the 24/7 mini mart from yesterday, a fresh fruit market, and a law firm clustered together near the gate. Then, as you pass the embassy, there's a buffet and a bus station.

Facing the opposite side of the entrance to the property, there's a laundromat, but it looks to be closed. You don't understand why a laundromat would be closed on a Wednesday morning but you don't mean to impose.

To the East side of the residence, parallel to the wall surrounding the property, is an office building.

There's nothing peculiar about that particular building, apart from the fact that it is bland and unaccounted for. There is nobody lounging in that lobby. There is nobody at the buzzer, trying to call in to one of the offices. There is no one struggling with the revolving door. It's just sad.

"At least I don't work there, right, Bam?" Bam just whines and gives you a sad look.

"Yeaaah," you sigh.

Back inside, you study the labels of each bag of dog food, measuring things out carefully so that you get the right mix of everything before setting the bowls down and washing your hands.

You dry them with a towel, and toss that in the washing machine before taking a step back into the living room.

With your hands on your hips, you drag your eyes all the way up to the second floor of the home, where Jungkook's king size bed is completely undone. "Well, fuck. It isn't gonna clean itself."

To make one thing clear, this scares the shit out of you. You can't stop thinking about how intrusive it must be for a fan to be messing with their idols' personal items– especially from his bedroom– under normal circumstances.

But then again, what are the normal circumstances for this sort of thing if not this?

You climb up the stairs, picking up socks that the dogs must have gotten a hold of on your way up and tossing them in a half-full laundry basket at the foot of the stairs.

Jungkook's room is mostly white with blue accents. He has white sheets with a little folded up towel as a pillow and a pillow at his feet. It's kind of funny how he's never shaken the habit of using it.

You approach the bed and notice that there's a stuffed Mickey Mouse plushie face-down, tangled within the sheets. Carefully, you pick it up and examine it.

You set it to the side, then start stripping the bed.

Jungkook collects action figures. They're all lined up in a row on shelves next to his window. They're mostly Iron Man, but he has a few Spiderman ones. They're a little dusty, so you carefully wipe down the shelves with a cloth and then each figure, individually.

Beside those shelves is a desk with a special snowball-shaped microphone. That's connected to a laptop that might be a year old. The desk itself is littered with sticky notes. You shouldn't mess with those.

You gather the pens he has scattered around the surface and place them neatly inside his black pencil holder.

Once everything is off the ground and neatly put away in its place, you head downstairs to get the vacuum and vacuum his carpets.

You should have bought some stupid headphones at the mini mart. Oh well, that's just another thing you could do tomorrow.

You count on your fingers the things you've already taken care of. The bed is done, the shelves are clean, the desk is clean, the carpet is clean, the nightstands don't have any cups or water bottles on them. Laundry is going to be taken care of at the very end.

That leaves the upstairs bathroom to be cleaned. You turn to face the door of the bathroom and sigh. You'd rather not talk about this part of housecleaning.

Later, you're carefully making your way downstairs with a laundry basket cradled in your arms. You need to watch your step. You nearly trip when you spot a sports bra hidden beneath a pair of Jungkook's shorts.

It must be Seunghee's. Still, it catches you off guard.

You check the tag, harmlessly. It's a Victoria's Secret PINK size 32A. You had no idea there was a PINK store in Korea. Then again, she could have gotten it at an outlet. Perhaps she's rich. Most certainly, she's rich.

It doesn't matter.

You drop it in with the rest of the laundry and continue carrying it down stairs.

You hum to yourself quietly as you put everything to wash. There are English translations of the settings beneath the Korean labels, so it's easy to navigate.

Rising from the floor, you put your hands on your hips and huff. "There we go. That's done. The bathroom is done, the laundry is done, the bedroom is done. I did the kitchen and the living room yesterday…"

Jungkook might have left things out of their place in the kitchen.

Sure enough, there's an empty box of poptarts sitting on top of the countertop. You throw it away in the recycling and make a mental note to buy some poptarts on Monday.

Actually– let's write that down.

You find your notepad and a random pen on the dining table and scribble down a quick grocery list. The first item on the list is pop tarts.

At this point, everything is finished. You should start thinking about lunch soon, but it's 11 in the morning and you think you deserve a break.

To your left, on a small side table, is a diffuser. Beside it, there's a small bottle labeled "lavender CBD oil."

There's already some water inside the diffuser, so all you do is put the cover back on it and press the on button. For the first few minutes you can't tell the difference, but, after a while, the air starts to smell of lavender. It's very nice.

You feel small on Jungkook's leather sofa. It's a struggle for you to reach over and grab the remote from the coffee table.

You turn the television on to SBS, where a period drama is currently on. You quickly realize that there are no English subtitles, but you watch anyways, trying to figure out what's going on.

It looks as if one of the leads is a cold-hearted crown prince, and the other lead is a kind-hearted bookish peasant who has haphazardly gained the appreciation of the prince. Their love is forbidden.

It's a classic kdrama trope, but it's a golden one. Classics never fail to entertain you. It's interesting to watch different renditions of the same concept get made and remade from the perspectives of different directors.

At least, in your opinion.

He's handsome. From the gorgeous shots of him performing any mundane task to his subtle reactions to the twists and turns written into the script, he is truly a stunning visual.

It gives you a lonely feeling.

If you're to live in Korea, you should start making friends and permanent bonds. Perhaps now that you're making a little bit of money you could start Korean lessons. You have to develop a social life somehow.

You're sure that you'll encounter people who are at least semi-fluent in English here. There are plenty of English-speakers visiting Korea. You just need to find the community of permanent residents. That should prove a real challenge.

You rub your face in quiet frustration. Then again, you could be overthinking it. Maybe once you're actually there, people will come to you and be interested in what you have to share.

Before coming to Korea, you were a bit of a shut-in. Between studies and job-hunting, you let your alone-time take priority over any sort of consistent friendship.

The drama goes to commercial.

The doorbell rings.

Cautiously, you rise from the couch and walk to the doorbell camera to see who it is.

It's Kim Taehyung. He's carrying at least three paper bags in front of the gate, waiting patiently to be let in.

Does Jungkook know? He never mentioned anything about him coming over. Does it matter? What's the best course of action here?

He rings again, apparently confused.

Whatever he's here for, you're sure he has a motive. You must let him in.

You fight your nerves and press a green, glowing button, allowing him entry.

He walks through the door moments later, dropping the bags down on the table before looking you up and down. He makes a face. "Who are you?"

You lose your breath. "I mean– Jungkook…" you struggle.

Taehyung tucks his hands beneath his armpits, intimidatingly.

"Maid…"

"Made?" he repeats.

"...housemaid? Cleaning," you say.

Taehyung raises his eyebrows. "Oh! You're a cleaner."

Somehow, he's even more confused. You're too hot to be a housecleaner. But, he can't quite express that to you, so he dismisses it.

"Mhm. What's this?" You gesture to the bags.

"Um…gifts. Proof albums," he says.

You glance into the bags. Indeed, there are stacks of Proof albums, completely wrapped. They must be filming an unboxing video soon.

"Oh, okay. Sorry," you laugh.

Taehyung's face lights up. "It's no problem! Is Jungkook coming home soon?"

"No…he's busy today. That's what he said, anyway."

"Busy…okay," Taehyung smacks his teeth, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He rocks himself awkwardly.

"Thank you. I'll be sure to give these to him." You smile, gesturing to the albums. Right away, you feel the temptation to open them.

"No problem. See you later." Taehyung briefly bows and leaves you be.

Just then, the sound of the laundry beeps a cheerful melody, indicating the clothes are ready to be put to dry.

It's a feature of Samsung washing machines. It just makes doing chores that much more fun. Happily, you make yourself to the laundry room and transfer the clothes over, placing a dryer sheet in the middle of the pile.

You uncrouch from the laundry room floor and carefully push the detergent bottles back into place and stack the boxes of dryer sheets in a row.

Hm.

You might as well just order out.

Is there really any use in using Jungkook's groceries to make yourself a meal he won't even taste? No. There isn't.

Plus, this would give you the opportunity to check out what sort of take out places are nearby. You know there's a buffet nearby, but you're craving something else.

Korean fried chicken sounds good. Maybe there are some delivery places in the area.

Pulling out your phone, you order online.

TCU taglist (open): @mageprincess7 @bruisedscrewedandtattooed @im-the-charmer @janedukiesworld @sweetcheeksdna

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a/n: sorry this was late, I was playing BTS Island!!! 😆😆

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kookiecrumb · 3 years ago

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JJK || Symphony

header by: @jjkeverlast

pairing: maestro!jungkook x fem!cellist!reader

wc: 5K

summary: You have the hots for your music professor, and he wants you, but it could just be all in your head.

tags: professor x student trope, oneshot, dom!jungkook, strangers to lovers, eventually they get married but that's only mentioned at the end

warnings: smut (18+), fingering, masturbation (m&f), oral (m receiving), tongue-sucking, vocal kink, some praise kink, some corruption kink, dacryphilia, rough sex turned soft, unprotected sex* (don't do this), creampie! <3, explicit language,

a/n: aaahhhh hahahaha! I only planned on this being like 2K long. Oh well. Enjoy it.

The yellow-tinted windows of the cathedral in the early morning are heavenly. The beams of light land on the rustic wooden floors of the place of worship, falling upon the upright pews and catching particles of dust traveling aimlessly within this space.

You are the very first to arrive in your uniform, a simple black dress with black flats and no attention-grabbing jewelry that might distract from this morning's performance. After all, the brilliance of the pieces that are about to float from your fingertips should be enough to capture the ears of the esteemed service-goers.

The choir is late, but that's to be expected. They always are. It is the fault of the director, Mr.Kim, who has an oversleeping problem that he refuses to admit in fear of getting his contract with this particular church terminated.

That being said, you have seen advertisements for a new choir director on campus at your university. Only, the job description says that it only pays half of what Mr.Kim claims he makes.

This morning, you are performing select pieces from a famous mass. Although it was not necessarily required of you, you've memorized at least a few measures of the Gloria and some of the Kyrie. It came as a second nature to you after years of careful study.

Your binder is tucked away under your arm as you approach the stage, where the chairs are aligned in perfect position. The sound of your heels thudding against the floor revertebrate throughout the room as you walk forward, a speck in the expanse of the historic cathedral.

Your rhythm is interrupted by the sound of five musicians making loud conversation as they enter through the doors of the church, some voices familiar, some not. Admittedly, you did jerk at the sudden sound of the hefty doors opening.

At least now, you are sure you are awake. You sit down at your chair, humbly, and unzip your cello from its case to tune.

The musicians laugh and chat in the lobby, a plastic cup of water in their hands as they arbitrarily articulate irrelevant stories that come to mind as they please.

Secretly, you have a longing for that sort of thing. You'd never go so far as to approach the group, but you admire their carefree nature. A proper musician must establish these connections within an orchestra. Despite knowing this, you stay silent, far too timid to even begin.

"--No! I cannot do this again!" Maestro Min bursts through the side entrance of the stage. He is yelling passionately into his phone, on a tangent. "I can't. I cannot. You would have to fire me on the spot before you drag me back to that place, and I stand by that!"

Your eyes widen in alarm at what you're hearing. It would be an understatement to say that Dr.Min has never in a million years screamed like that in his life.

"No. End of story." He angrily smashes his index against the hang up button on his phone and slips it into his back pocket. With a deep, annoyed sigh, he scavanges his pockets for a conducting wand. Once he finds it, he pulls it out and glances up at what should have been a prepared orchestra.

Instead, he finds only you, gazing at him with big eyes and a concerned snarl.

"Fuck. Fuck it." He wipes his face. "I cannot. I can't do this today, I can't do this ever. I quit."

The tantrum finally catches the attention of the chattering woodwinds, unaware of the impact of their tardiness.

That's how you end up conductor-less in the middle of your spring season during your second year completing your Master's degree.

Administration did not handle it well, to say the least. There are not many candidates who qualify for such a job. The sub-par salary of a Maestro is secondary to the attachments and connections built throughout their career.

There is no such demand.

Hopelessly, you carried on studying solo pieces that only barely challenged your musucianship. In vain, you picked up your bow and practiced familiar techniques that you waywardly decided on revisiting.

The entire month of April was wasted in practice rooms, performing pieces that would never reach any established musician's ear. The baritone thrum of the cello became a synonym to the sad fate of a musician without an audience.

It wasn't until May that one of the chatty woodwinds mentioned something that peaked your interest.

"Did you hear what happened to Mr.Kim?!" Emilia shrieked in devilish delight. "He got fired on the spot when they found out what he was doing with the fundraiser money."

The others gathered around the girl, intrigued by the news.

"Really?! So now we're down two music professors in one semester," you cut through the noise, livid.

Emilee shakes her head, smirking. "I was getting to that part! You didn't let me finish, girlie." Her eyes scan the room, allowing for the anticipation to build. "They've finally replaced him!"

A collective gasp overcomes the room.

"And!" She shrieks. "And-- He's also going to be our new Maestro!"

The room erupts into deafening cheering, causing you to cringe and block your ears.

You escape the overwhelming sound in the hallway of the performing arts building, where you find a tall stranger standing in front of the events board.

He appears to stare wistfully at the unrealized events pinned to the corkboard, humming thoughtfully as he browses the selection of performances. "Hmmm..."

You would normally ignore him, but your ride home wouldn't be here for another hour and you felt like taking a chance. "Excuse me?"

He turns his head back in surprise. "Hm?! Oh! Do you go here? I mean, are you an arts student?"

Kind of a ridiculous question, but who are you to judge a stranger. He looked lost. "Yes," you answer, quickly.

"Ohh...and how is that?" He asks, flirtatiously. You weren't sure if he meant to say it that way, but you gave him the benefit of the doubt and ignored his question altogether.

"Are you looking for anything in particular?" You pivot, confused.

"No, no. I was just hired. I'm going to be conducting the choir and orchestra here, so I thought I would, uh," Jungkook gestures towards the board, "catch up on the happenings."

Holy shit, this is your new Maestro? He looks 23. "You look 23," you whisper under your breath.

"I'm...25, actually," he laughs.

You wince. What the hell.

"I am so sorry. I did not mean to say that out loud, at all. It just wasn't an appropriate thing of me to say, just..." you wave your hands around, grabbing excuses out of the air.

"No, No." He emphasizes. "Do not worry about it. I do get it all the time. I just pulled a few strings to get here. Trust me, I'm just as qualified as you might be to be doing all this," he sighs, briefly reflecting on his decisions.

"Haha! Yeah," you speak through your teeth.

"Yeah, so," Jungkook clears his throat, "I'm gonna head into the room, introduce myself...and hopefully, we'll see each other tomorrow?" He double checks.

"Tomorrow. Every weekday and Saturday," you affirm.

"Great! See you then. Bye, Y/N," he nods and walks past you, into the orchestra room.

That night, when you're alone and the only light there is is that of the candles burning on your desk, you find yourself thinking of him.

The gentle glow of the fire creates shadows on your body as your hands caress the skin beneath them. Breath fills your lungs as you inhale deeply, the scent of clean linen reminding you of tranquility.

Deep within your thoughts, lies a seed of pleasure planted by him. You discover it there, and linger on the idea of developing it.

Blind pleasure does not adhere to the rules of morality, no matter how society restrains it. This is true for all perverse attractions. Why should this be the exception?

With careful hands, you begin touching yourself. Your body expands to welcome the touch as a relaxed smile warmly paints your face. "Mmh," you sigh, a dull, heated tension growing inside you.

His palms were so big. You retrace where your mind went initially when you first glanced at them. He wore rings, all of them silver but each of them unique. Jungkook would plunge his middle and ring finger into your cunt effortlessly and praise you as he did it for taking them so well.

Your breath stutters as you quicken your pace. Moans spill from your mouth in quiet whimpers, your eyebrows knitting together in a gratifying pleasure.

You imagine the way he spoke to you was no mistake, that he wanted you more than anything at that very moment. That he would press his thigh between your legs and make you ride him in that very hallway.

"Ah, fuck," you mouth, your heart stammering against your chest as you indulge further down into the realm of your fantasies. "Hh~"

Just then, his voice appears in your head. "You're so desperate..."

Yes, you are.

"Just for me."

With a jolt, you squeeze your eyes shut and ride out your reward. "Fuck-- ohhh, fuck," you sigh.

This is gonna be a problem.

The next morning comes too quickly. You're practically falling out of your seat during the beginning of practice. Slouching has no place in an orchestra. Reminding yourself of this, you quietly straighten up and take another long sip of your morning iced tea.

Around you, people are relaxing and collectively wondering of the new Maestro's actual ability to conduct an adult orchestra full of master's students. Little did you know that Jungkook was about to prove himself right before your eyes.

From the minute he entered the room, he demanded the attention of you and your peers.

He stands over the music stand, his eyes scouring the paper for a particular measure. "Page 74, measure 224. Let me hear those violas and that rhythmic motif," he directs, his face buried in his score.

The violas hurry to that very particular measure. Once everybody has found it, Jungkook makes eye contact with the first chair, and begins conducting jubilantly.

After a few seconds of imperfect playing, he nods his head to the side and puts down his conducting wand. "Okay," he grumbles, grabbing his pencil and annotating the page directly.

He lifts his eyes up and greets the percussion with a warm grin. "A few measures before that, please. Pick up to 220."

So, the drum major makes eye contact with Maestro Jeon, watching closely for tempo and then begins to play.

This time, Jungkook is pleased with the result, so he does not write anything down. Instead, he greets the lower strings, including you.

It takes everything in you not to choke on your spit then and there. You're a section leader, so, obviously, he looks at you to indicate your entrance. "C'mon, Y/N. Measure 224 with the violas. Watch for rhythm," he smiles, encouragingly.

You glance down at your score and then back up at Jungkook and then back at your score. You're lost, but you go for it anyways.

The phrase floats smoothly. Trust in the rehearsed version of this otherwise complex motif is essential. You must rely on instinct.

It's over before you realize, and you're left only with Jungkook's reaction. He wears a slight, impressed frown. It's satisfactory.

"Well done. It seems as if the violas have corrected their earlier mistake and we will not need to work on this section today," Jungkook announces to the orchestra, collectively. "Instead, I'll take this time to introduce myself to the class."

So, Jungkook pulls up a wooden stool from near the door and sits on it with his hands folded. He rolls up his sleeves for his own comforts sake. It is significantly hotter inside the room today. It's only then that you notice he is heavily tattooed on his right arm.

You bite your lip and zone out for a good minute just staring at the intricacies of his tattoos.

Suddenly, classroom erupts in a lighthearted laughter with a few people glancing over at you.

"Hmmm?" You hum, looking around. "Did I miss something, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Jungkook shakes his head. "We were all just talking about your tendency to have your head up in the clouds."

You aren't offended. It is true that you tend to get carried away at times, especially when your new Maestro is this handsome. "Oh, haha! Yeah."

Cheeky giggles scatter throughout the orchestra before the room settles down.

You clear your throat and reach for the bottle of water at your feet, taking a few gulps before putting it back down and refocusing.

Jungkook rubs his palms together and sighs. "Right! So that's me. I hope all of you extend out your hand to me throughout the following weeks, as I am new and I have absolutely no idea what I am doing yet," he laughs. The room laughs with him.

"I'm just kidding. I've got things to prepare for the chamber choir, in my office. The rest of class time is yours and please don't be afraid to reach out to me." Jungkook gestures towards a smaller office space to the left of the practice room.

He scans the orchestra with his eyes once more, curiously before standing up from his chair and disappearing into the room, walking with purpose towards his new desk.

You're fixated on the door for a few seconds before your thoughts wander elsewhere. Honestly, wonder if you've embarrassed yourself. The thought is haunting. If you've given a bad first impression, the next two years will surely be a living hell.

You are dragged back to reality by the sound of the afternoon bells.

The classroom gradually gathers their instruments and their binders and make their way to the front of the room with their bags and personal belongings with minimal talking.

Without appearing too distraught, you, too, pick up your things and leave.

The door is blocked by lingering people, so you have to wait a bit before exiting. This, however, gives you a perfect view into the new Maestro's office.

It might have been just your impression. In fact, you're sure it's just your impression, but...

Jungkook lifted his eyes from his paperwork, only for a second, and winked at you.

You whip your head around in an attempt to verify it with someone who saw it too.

Nobody did.

Jungkook is accustomed to working late nights. As a graduate student, he would pull all-nighters at local grub spots just to get his work done on time. It wasn't uncommon for him in the least.

He ended up in his new office until seven at night. At that point, it would take him thirty minutes to get home and he'd be asleep by nine.

Jungkook groans, leaning back into his chair. It's deafeningly quiet. He should have just taken all the papers home where he could listen to the music or have something on in the background.

Regretting his decision to stay so late, he organizes the work he has completed and sets it off to the side. He pats himself down, standing up from his seat and checking if he still has his keys on him.

Once he's made sure he has everything in order for the next day, he locks both his office door and the practice room door and makes his way down the dark hallway toward the staff parking lot.

He starts his car and huffs out a tired "there we go." Jungkook glances over at his passenger seat and at his binder. "Ahhh...fuck."

Jungkook parks his car in front of a Brooklyn-style pizza joint outside of his apartment complex. He climbs out of the car, the streetlights creating streaks of white light against the glass.

He stumbles inside with his hands in his pockets and gazes up, only to find that there is no menu.

The cashier stands with her arms tucked in to one another, patiently waiting for him to order in her worn apron.

"Just one slice of cheese and a coke," he shrugs.

"A single cheese and a coke, that'll be five dollars," she replies. Fair enough.

At home, you're sitting on your bed with your legs crossed, watching re-runs in your pajamas. You hug a bowl of popcorn between your thighs. It's sprinkled with white cheddar. A gust of wind carries the rain to your window, causing a pattering sound.

"But-- I love you, Stacey," A man from the television says in a transatlantic accent. He's standing under a veranda, next to a shop window that advertises discounted haircuts.

"I-I love you too, Brad," the woman hesitates.

"Do you?!" He's brought to tears. "Or do you love Chad?!"

In a dramatic turn of events, a man who you could only assume was Chad steps out from the shadows and confronts the woman alongside Brad.

"W-what?!" She gasps.

"That's right! I know you've been sleeping with Chad this entire time. You're a vixen and a-- a whore!" Brad screams.

Stacey shakes her head and grabs Brad's coat in a desperate attempt to reconcile with him. They argue for a bit and the screen pans to a view of the city as the credits roll.

"Pff, that's dumb," you criticize, changing the channel, casually.

"And now, it's time for America's favorite game show-- Wheel Of Fortune!"

"Oh, okay," you shrug, plunging your hand back into the popcorn bowl, grabbing a handful and bringing it up to your face.

"Today's category is..."

"Oh, I wonder what it's gonna be," you wonder, snacking on another handful of popcorn.

"Pick up lines to use on your professor!"

You choke. Huh?

"That's right! This broadcast is brought to you by Mr.Jeon Jungkook who wants Y/N from Lakeview to stop being a pussy and ask him out!"

Your jaw drops open. "Whatthefuck," you mouth. You lean forward towards the television.

"Whoaaa...sounds like she needs to wake up from her dream, right, Vanna?"

"Right. Pat!" She smiles, giggling flirtaciously.

Pat laughs, and that's when you realize the rain has stopped. It's now daytime outside, as if hours had passed in an instant.

"Fuck, I'm dreaming!"

You jump awake, glancing over at your digital clock. It's the middle of the night, but there's no way you're sleeping again after that nightmare.

So, you swing your legs over the bed and walk off to the kitchen to get some water.

Jungkook was passed out cold on the couch. He barely had time to undo his tie from the moment he sat down to when he drifted away to a deep sleep. His body spread across the furniture with his bag still in-hand, he snored softly as meaningless dreams filled his mind.

It wasn't until four in the morning when he jerked awake in a panic, worried he had overslept.

"Mmmgh...fuck," he groans, looking over at the moon blinding him through the livingroom window. He's not gonna be able to sleep again.

Knowing this, he straightens himself out on the couch and turns on the television so the apartment doesn't sound so empty. He switches through a couple channels before settling on a romantic drama.

"Oh," he hums. It's a guilty pleasure of his to enjoy this sort of thing. Some might call it soft, but he didn't care. Romance helps one be more in-tune with their feminine side. Plus, the leads were usually super cute.

He's never heard of this one before, though.

Imagine his surprise when you appear on-screen, right in front of him.

"...huh?" He laughs in disbelief. "That's y/n. I didn't know she was an actress?" You are, in fact, not an actress. Curious, he follows the story.

In this episode, you fall into the arms of a handsome CEO who is known for his cool demeanor, but who is weak in the knees for only you.

Jungkooks tongue pokes his cheek in jealousy. He leans forward, his eyes narrowing. They go slightly out of focus, and when they come back in, the actress' face is completely different.

"...what?" He stumbles. He clicks rewind on his remote control and starts the episode over, watching for the face of the actress.

It was never you.

Jungkook rubs his eyes and shrugs it off as if it was some glitch in the matrix. However, now that you're in his head...you're not leaving.

Instead, he starts thinking about just how cute you were yesterday. You were definitely staring. He knew it. Your face when he winked at you earlier was priceless. It made him wonder exactly how you felt towards him.

In a man's mind, any girl who looks at him that way most definitely fantasizes about him roughly fucking her pussy until she cums hard.

Again.

Again, and again.

Until it's plugged with his cum. Until it flows out of your slutty hole like a sticky stream.

He wonders if he could catch you after practice some time. Bend you over easily and shove himself inside of you before you could ever question what he's doing. That clueless expression, realization, and then reaction would be to die for.

Jungkook bites his lip, his heartbeat quickening. He adjusts his pants, releasing his cock from them and stroking himself lackadaisically. He leans back into the couch and spaces out again, thinking of your lips around it.

"Fuck yes, ohhh fuck yeah," he hisses, imagining it all the way in the back of your throat. Your tongue would do wonders on his underside. He imagines you making small, desperate sounds as he uses your throat to get off. "Gonna be a good girl for me, hm? After all, you are first chair. Such an obedient slut," he groans into a smile.

His mouth gapes open as he shakingly rides his first, his eyes squeezed shut. "Mm! Mm, mm, mmhh mmmh," he grunts, languidly fucking his cock into his wide palm. "Fuck! Fuck, ohhh fuck," he breaks, stuttering his hips until his cum flows from his tip down his monstrous length.

"!! Shit! These are my business pants!" He snaps his eyes open, realizing his nice pair of slacks are now stained with his horny cum.

He laughs at himself, slapping one hand on his face. "Idiot."

The next morning, Jungkook attends practice in jeans. It's a questionably appropriate fashion choice, in your humble opinion, but he still looks really nice in them. They're a light wash with no rips, and he's paired them with a flowing, white shirt that looks slightly oversized.

You hum, just admiring his effortlessly sexy look before opening your binder to the indicated measure and playing the part you had rehearsed yesterday, and the continuing on to the next movement with no hesitation.

He looks extremely professional throughout the whole thing, conducting as if it were his first language. Jeon Jungkook lives for the music, and his previous studies at Berklee and then Julliard show that. He's an established man with many talents, and that's what incredibly enticing about him.

He shows it in the way he interacts with the pieces he conducts and teaches. The dedication put into both authenticity and ingenious invention is derivative of mastery.

Practice ends on time. You're satisfied with your work.

You rise from your seat, discreetly checking your chair to make sure you haven't made any patch on your chair. It's a little embarrassing, but very necessary to save from further embarrassment.

In the process, you're completely unaware that your underwear is visible to him.

Everyone else is spilling out of the doors. Class has disbursed, and there's no need for you to stick around…so why do you?

"Mmmh, Miss Y/L/N," Jungkook slurs. "You've stayed behind."

"Hm? Oh…sorry, I'm gonna be a little late out today, then," you playfully dismiss him, still gathering your thing with your skirt up towards him. You're oblivious to it, obviously.

"Oh, because," Jungkook smirks. "You look like you need something from me. Don't you?" He rises from his chair and climbs the long, flat stairs leading up to your humble seat.

"...No, not that I know of, Mr.Jeon. I'm okay. I've got my music and my instrument is tuned, and I–"

Your eyes glance upwards and Jungkook is glaring at you like you're his next meal. Lord have mercy.

Your face is right where his crotch is, hovering above it. From this angle, your eyes look pleading. You swallow hard.

"You can touch me however you like. You look wet," Jungkook pulls his hands from his pockets and gestures towards your pathetic little skirt.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Mr.Jeon– it happens sometimes and I don't want you to get the wrong idea–"

"I'm not stupid, Y/N," he rolls his eyes and takes a hold of your face roughly with his right hand. "I want to satisfy your cunt. Give me that honor, won't you?"

Within seconds, he's peeling back what's left of your panties and plunging his thick fingers in your pussy, stroking you while you're stuffing your mouth full of his dick.

You whimper, bobbing your head on it as you choke a little from just how thick it is. It fills your throat unlike anything else, your tongue wrapping around the heavy length and sucking it desperately.

You hollow your cheeks to take it deeper, swallowing around it as you feel your eyes and nose pinch and flood with tears. You breathe through your nose.

Jungkook forces your mouth down on him, strings of groans flowing from his mouth as he mimics your rhythm, pumping his digits into your needy cunt.

Your clit spasms as you feel him stretching you like that. "Mh~!" You whimper, gushing around his digits, coating them as they glide inside you. "Ohh mm~!"

Jungkook snaps his hips up, thrashing roughly into your mouth before he pulls you off of him. "Sit on my dick," he rasps.

You latch off and sit on his lap.

"The fuck did I say?" He scoffs. He pulls your hips on to him and rips your panties to shove his dick into your dripping cunt.

You yelp, pouting at the new stimulation. "Shut up–" he pulls you into a heated kiss, his wet tongue exploring your mouth in curious detail. "Mmm! Mmm," he moans.

He uses his hands to push and pull your hips and roll himself into you, grinding in small, mind-bending circles. "Feel it stretch you, relax…let me fuck you," he pants.

He picks up his pace.

"Oh– fuck! Fuck, fuck– Jungkook!" You whine. "Mmmm!"

Tears threaten your eyes as you hump him in desperation, mindlessly riding his cock.

"Are you gonna cry for it?" He buzzes against your lips. "Are you gonna cry for my dick? So good, yeah? Good girl…"

You roll your eyes, smiling, completely dumbified by his words. "Yeahh~ yeah–" you sing. "Mh~…"

He sucks on your tongue, disregarding your ruined lips and thrashing himself into you. His hands squeeze your ass for stability, his grip strengthening with each stroke.

"Aaah~" a deep groan rips through him. Your eyes widen, your breath quickening as you feel your orgasm build.

You squeeze your eyes shut, pulling Jungkook's hands from your ass to your greedy clit.

Jungkook breaks into a relieved smile and starts playing with your swollen bud, rubbing you with his careful fingertips. "Mmm~!" You moan, euphorically. "Ohhh…yeah~"

Your hands rest against his chest, kissing him wildly as your orgasm washes over you quickly, causing you to flutter around his dick. He stutters, holding your body to his as he pumps you full of his cum with a staggering thrust.

You sigh, simultaneously. You run your fingers through his hair and put your forehead to his. "That felt so good, I needed that…" you admit, smiling softly.

"You needed that? So did I," Jungkook pants back. "I had a weird hallucination about it."

"I had a dream about it!" You reply, delighted.

"I'm so glad we fucked," he laughs. "We're like the same age though. It's not weird, either."

"Not at all," you reply.

After a minute of getting your heartbeats down to a normal pace and soft kissing, you start to get cleaned up with whatever Jungkook has in his teacher's bag.

He wriggles back into his pants while you wonder how the hell you're going to walk to your car without underwear on.

"You ripped…my underwear," you mention, meekly. "I can't just go commando to my car…"

"Oh, shit…well if it isn't the consequences of my own actions!" Jungkook scratches his head. "Do you mind staying here while I go to the store and get some?"

"Uhm…"

"Wouldn't that be suspicious, though? Me, a grown man, going to a Walmart to buy a two-for-one women's panty set?" Jungkook asks, in all seriousness.

"Yeah, honestly…it might be," you grimace.

"Ah, it's what I get," he shrugs, zipping up his bag. "I'll be back. I'll drop you off later."

From then on, it became a nightly thing. To relieve stress, you stayed behind afterschool to fuck him mercilessly in the practiceroom.

That is, until the janitor caught you and reported you to the school.

Nowadays, you fuck in his apartment. And you're not just Ms.Y/L/N anymore. You're Mrs.Jeon.

a/n: here you gooooo

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kookiecrumb · 3 years ago

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innocent reader sitting on jungkooks lap 😏 yk what happens next.

.... not me making this a firefighter!jk x reader because i have been thirsting over them lately o.o

Fun Fact: I came three times after writing this.

jjk || Burn

wc: ~ 1K

pairing: classmate!jungkook x fem!reader

warnings: smut!, fingering, wh*re, reader has a nice ass, cumplay/small breeding kink, innocent!reader, unprotected sex, stl, nippleplay (f&m), horny grinding, rough sex, semi-public sex

a/n:

... I wrote this while I was in highschool.

I'm 18. The characters are 18. They're in highschool cause I was in highschool and could legally have sex. Totally legal and realistic story.

here.

You had math class with him sophomore year. You would actively avoid interacting with him because he had his clique and his girl or whatever at the time, and you weren't running with them. What you did do, though, was stare wistfully at him every once in a while, just a glance.

He liked to get funny with the teacher, and ask ridiculous questions to distract her so that the class wouldn't have to do any work that period. You appreciated that. You're a natural procrastinator, so you took advantage of the instructor rambling about something you couldn't care less about to do your English homework.

"Oh really," Jungkook would smirk at the teacher, smiling as if he was truly, genuinely interested in how her landlord is out to get her or something.

Maybe it is kind of cruel. You do feel bad sometimes when he does that. She just needs someone to talk to, but it's not the students' job to console the teacher and care about their problems. You're just here to get a piece of paper that says you made it. Made what? No one knows.

Jungkook never pays attention to the class anyways. The tests are always open notes so when the time comes he taps your shoulder and asks for your "help."

You can't deny him.

That'll be your downfall.

He leans over his paper, chewing his lip with a delicate downward gaze. His fingers thump against the table as he attempts the problem. Awkwardly glancing up towards you, he meets your eyes. "Just this one time," he laughs. This is the sixth time he's said that, as a matter of fact.

The only reason he gets away with this sort of thing is because he's a firefighter. You know he won't have to know half of the stuff he learned in Pre-Calculus to fight fires and save lives. It's quite noble. Otherwise, you would have told him to figure himself out.

"Ah, thanks, y/n, you're the best..." he'd say when you finish the test for him. You make sure to explain how you got there, too, just so that he'd learn something. It was a good thing he was infectiously cute and had a heart of Gold.

That's not to say that he was innocent, exactly. Even though you had nothing to prove it with, you were sure that he's been with the girls he sits next to by the way they were so comfortable around him. They were pretty, but his eyes always seemed to be somewhere else.

He was often late to class, which resulted in him gathering multiple tardy slips, which amounted to a few days of detention before graduation, senior year.

At that point it had been two years since you'd been in a class with him, but he got so much hotter. You pry your eyes away every time he slips past you in the lunch line.

His presence has gotten so much more intimidating to you. His sense of style has elevated. He's quieter now, and he doesn't run with the same crowd anymore. People say he's fallen off. You're curious as to why, even if it is none of your business.

"I got fucking detention," he says through a breath to his friend, next to him. They're standing in line for the usual: chicken strips with a carton of milk and a fruit cup.

"Nah, when? That's fucked up, they shouldn't be allowed to do that, man," his friend rasps back.

"Thursday. That's like...the day before we graduate." He smacks his teeth. "S'bullshit."

You reach into your pocket to pull out your folded pink detention slip given to you by the assistant principal. It's uncharacteristic for you to step out of line, and even the administrators know that. You never get called down to the office or anything.

It just came out of you. You got yelled at by a teacher for stepping out of line and you now face the consequences. You're almost relieved. It's about time you get a break from all of it.

The line is moving, so you put away your slip, wall forward, and tell the nice lady what you want for lunch.

You're the bookish kind. Freshman year, you tried things out, got a taste of the freedom that came with getting older, but quickly fell out of the culture once you got invested in your academics.

You've gotten to know a ton of nice guys around campus, each with their own impressive academic portfolios with thriving social lives-- all eligible bachelors who have similar goals and career aspirations. None of them satisfy the kind of excitement you seek in a man. That's why you secretly like the bad boys-- Namely, him.

He strolls into the detention center on Thursday, slamming the slip on the table in front of the administrator who puts down her microwavable stir-fry to examine the banal paper. "Mm," she says, shaking her head. "I'm gonna need your ID and your phone, sweetie," she smiles at him.

Jungkook slips his fingers into his back jean pocket and pulls out a destroyed ID from freshman year as he sets down his phone, face up on the table. You watch him unfold from the table and approach you with his laptop under his arm.

He plops himself across from you, with a labored sigh. This is a four hour detention and you only brought one pair of underwear. He doesn't care, though. Why would he care?

He lifts his eyes and smiles at you, face rejuvenated by your company. "Hey," he nods.

"Hey," you say back.

He unravels his computer charger and plugs it into the wall, going under the table, and temporarily out of sight from the administrator. You close your legs quickly.

Jungkook appears from underneath, looking like he knows something he shouldn't. "Isn't that against school dress code?" He refers to your skirt.

He looked at your skirt, which means he must have watched you close your legs. "Yeah, but..."

"--I mean we graduate Friday, it's not like they're gonna withhold your diploma for wearing a skirt to detention, right?" He finishes for you.

His fingers reach for his ears, cooling them down as he glues his eyes to his laptop. "Cool. It's pretty."

A few seconds later, he says, "It's a nice skirt."

He's still on that? You readjust your posture and cross your legs, trying to comfortably do the remainder of your school work. You need to take a piss. It always happens after you get turned on.

"Excuse me, miss!" You raise your hand politely. "I need to use the restroom." You pull down your skirt and rise from your seat.

You get the okay to go, taking the hall pass and leaving your stuff as-is. The school bathrooms are nasty, as usual, but there's no one here so at least there's no line.

You push the soap dispenser and groan when you realize nothing is coming out. Frustrated, you snap the cap off your hand sanitizer and rub it on your hands, walking out.

Temporarily blinded by the brief frustration of the bathroom situation, you do not realize that Jungkook has taken over your seat and sit down...

On him. With your skirt.

Immediately upon feeling a warm body beneath you, you rise up and look back in alarm. "I didn't mean to sit on you, I didn't know that you moved, I'm so so sorry, that must be so awkward, I really...really didn't mean to--" your excuses come flowing out like water from a stream.

"I really am so sorry--"

Jungkook glances down on his black jeans and notices at a spot darker than the surrounding fabric. He fixates on it as your heart beats out your chest. "Uhmm..." You purse your lips.

At that moment, the administrator stands up from her station, holding her phone and darts out of the room. Later you'll learn that some kid pulled the fire alarm.

Jungkook watches her walk out and automatically lock the door behind her. "She's not coming back, so why don't you make yourself comfortable."

What?

"Since you decided to ruin my jeans, I get to ruin you. Is that not how it works?" He pulls you towards his waist again and wraps your legs around his body. Gradually, he buries his nose in your chest and kisses your chest, feeling the pounding of your heart quiver. "Isn't that right, y/n? Or do you need me to make it into a math problem?"

You gasp softly, spreading your legs just a bit further to find a prominent bulge pulsing just under your pooling arousal. It's pure excitement. "Yes~" you sigh.

"That's right. Smart and pretty, what a combination," his fingers cradle your face and leads your lips to his venom, kissing you until he can't stand you rocking on his cock like that. "You're such an obliviously innocent little thing," he grabs a handful of your ass and kneads it as your hips grind flush against him.

"I'm not," your voice hitches. Fuck.

"Really," he breathes near your ear as his thumb slowly rolls down the adorable pair of panties you wore just for today. "Really..."

You try so hard not to moan when the cool touch of his fingertips graze your soaking wet pussy but it's just too much for you to keep quiet, there's only so much you can take.

He sets you down on one of the tables with your legs crossed. You place your ankle under your cunt and ride it softly as your eyes fall upon him stripping down for you.

You carefully tug down your shirt and pull down the straps of your bra for him to see your tits. He smiles brightly, like a puppy.

"They're so cute!" He pulls his belt out of the loop and pulls his zipper apart before hopping up there with you and forcing you down on the table as his mouth latches on to one experimentally. He tends to them diligently, suckling softly before popping off. They're shiny with his saliva.

He trails up, peppering the smallest kisses before pulling you down toward him and grinding his clothed girth against the length of your cunt. Your chest flutters, as you pull at his shirt. He tosses it off and you immediately get to work on his chest, marking his tanned skin as you receive the flowing pleasure he provides you.

"You could have said so," he groans. "Could have," pants "said you needed me like you do."

"I don't, I didn't--" you mewl. His fingers penetrate you, pressing against you firmly and thrusting languidly. You hesitantly arch.

He catches your lips in a hungry kiss and pins you down with his hips, his pants riding down his thighs until he finally plunges the head of his cock inside of you. You grab him closer and scratch his back until red streaks appear along his shoulder blades.

He hisses sharply from the pain of pleasure. "Fuck-- fuck," he groans. "That stretch feels amazing, oh my god," he sighs. You run your fingers through his black hair and tug him to kiss you deeply.

You can't feel your knees. Your skin feels like it's pleasantly burning from his particular touch.

He rolls his hips softly, pushing in and massaging your thighs. "God, you're so good to fuck," he whines before he thrusts in roughly. You watch his face contort to bliss, his groans ripping from his chest.

You reply to them weakly between quick breaths. Your moans are shallow and wavering, as the tension only tightens inside of you.

Watching this, Jungkook gradually withdraws from you and folds his fingers between yours before asking you to breathe in. "You'll have more fun that way," he insists.

He splits you again until he's sure you've adjusted to him nicely.

"Good girl," he thrums. You place your hand on his chest and play with his nipples, tugging at them playfully between your fingers. He kisses your ear in response, humming pleasurably.

He snaps his hips up and adjusts himself inside of you. His eyes narrow as his body finds a good angle to abuse your cervix. He rolls in and snaps, pulling your hips flush against his cock several times before kneeling and pounding in again.

His arms drape over your body and kiss your back while his thumb and index furl against your throbbing clit, pushing delicately while you spill your limbs on the cool table beneath you. "Holy fuck, Jungkook..." you gasp.

"Fuck me," you rasp. "Harder, harder, harder please~" you whine.

Jungkook uses his thumb to snap the strap of your panties against your skin.

"Mh~!" you cry.

"Patience is a virtue." He grabs a fist full of your skirt and pins you against the table with your ass up. "You could be the school whore if you wanted to with an ass like this," he grunts, his arms shaking from force.

He smacks it hard to watch it jiggle. You roll your eyes in pleasure, your knees barely holding up your body. "I want to watch you take my cum," he commands. "I want to see you full of it, dripping from your cunt."

You kiss him again, biting his lip as you feel his hips stagger. With a sharp breath, you convulse around him, your orgasm coating him generously in your cum. He shakes, his hands gripping your ass harshly before he fills you completely.

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