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wnderkoo · 2 years ago

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boy's a liar

summary: you've been at odds with the crown prince ever since you were children, but feelings change and the light you see him in changes too. how long can you keep up this pretense of hatred? word count: 3.7k warnings: cherry!koo bc that deserves a warning, kind of some emotional constipation?, explicit smut– b**bie fondling, or*l f receiving, f-ngering, missionary, hitting it from the back, unprotected s*x (you better not), dw theres aftercare :)

what's the point of crying? it was never even love did you ever want me? was i ever good enough?

You hate how good he looks right now, simply leaning against the wall, an aloof smile on his pretty face as he holds court with his infuriating charm and ever bright personality. The dukes and duchesses eat up his every admission and hang onto every word of his sentences, making you roll your eyes as you watch them from across the room.

He holds a fluke of champagne in his hand, half full despite your knowing of his dislike of the liquor.

As if feeling your gaze on him, his eyes lift and wander curiously across the room before meeting yours. Expecting you to back down and look away, a look of pleasant surprise comes across his face when you hold his stare.

Your heart skips under his watchful gaze, his eyes caressing your skin from the tips of your fingers to your covered shoulders and leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

His eyes flick back up to yours, and you realise that not once throughout his assessment of you did he pause his conversation with his company. His mouth continues to move and the men and women crowded around him take no notice that his attention is elsewhere- on you.

A manicured hand slides up his chest, pretentious and outright trying to state its claim on him.

You'd seen her pin straight blonde hair before, at balls and other social events, but she never deserved more than a polite smile from you- she was just another social climber wrapped in faux elegance.

His face betrays no emotion, but his eyes hold yours from across the room as if gauging your reaction. He watches you lazily with an air of arrogance, and your hands buzz with the desire to slap him across his irritating face.

As if you could care less who he had on his arm.

You regard each other, waiting to see who will look away first.

It won't be you.

His mouth tugs up in a smile, as if sensing the fire burning within you, which burns infinitely hotter seeing his amused face.

Damn him.

"This looks like the most intense staring contest I've ever seen."

Dark eyes move away first, his attention fixing back on his company and you smile as you turn to the deep voice.

"Namjoon," you nod up at the tall duke.

His dimple peeks out as he smiles down at you, making a comment about how comfortable you look perched on the couch before joining you.

"So what's with you and the prince? I can feel the sexual tension rolling off of you."

Ever the playful instigator, you roll your eyes at his blatant need to gossip.

You've known Namjoon since you were both children, before you had to wear the burden of responsibility that came with your nobilities. When you could play around in the courtyard or sneak into the kitchen and steal from the cookie jar.

Growing up together, you knew you could always depend on him to run away with you from the over-the-top galas or the boring dinners.

While the socialites interacted amongst themselves, the two of you would be in the corner of the room judging anyone and everyone.

There was a small circle of people you considered acquaintances, and an even smaller circle of people you could call friends.

But you'd take a handful of genuine people over dozens of superficial friendships anyway.

"Nothing's up with us, you know how much I hate him."

Namjoon regards you with a skeptical look that you ignore, waving down one of the catering staff and plucking an hors d'oeuvres off the tray.

"I'm not buying it," he hums, taking one for himself.

"I see the way you've been looking at each other lately- it definitely doesn't look like hate."

You narrow your eyes at him, despite wondering yourself how much truth his words carry.

Perhaps it was because he knew you so well, knew of the mutual dislike you and the prince held for each other ever since you were children.

In all honesty, you're not sure where exactly your indifference came from but for as long as you can remember, the crown prince has always been the one you find yourself bantering with.

Although you don't carry any real enmity towards him, you found it easier to annoy each other with jabs and jests than to not.

He was the crown prince, and while you held a title of nobility yourself, he was always just one level above you, he always would be.

Perhaps it was the fact that he knew how important he was, or at least carried himself that way. He was expected to act a certain way, and while he did most of the time, he also liked to rebel in the smallest of ways, pushing boundaries until someone was bound to break.

But he was a royal, very few people could touch him, and he knew that. He knew he was untouchable.

He liked to play games, finding the most amusement in playing them with you. So casually cruel in the name of being honest, his favourite pastime was riling you up until you'd snap at him, enjoying your fire when it was directed at him.

As children, it was all fairly innocent- he'd pull on your braids and you'd steal his extra piece of panna cotta when he wasn't looking. As you got older, more avenues opened up for you to mess with each other.

Every courtier or suitor would be driven away by the prince's incessant meddling, spewing lies about how you grew horns and turned into a beast at night or that your farts smelled like mouldy bread. While no one actually believed him, you never heard back from them after the night.

It's almost comical how palace staff are warned when the two of you are under the same roof, made to be weary of the ultimate prank war that you've been in your whole lives.

Endless teasing and outright arrogance made his face ever so punchable.

While you ran in the same tight-knit circle and saw each other more often than not, you weren't as close as you were with the others.

Now that you were older, more responsibility weighed you down, and you were both expected to play your parts.

The ever obedient daughter, you played yours while Jungkook got to mess around and spew nonsense about his duties that everyone ate up because they weren't exactly listening, too busy fawning over his charming looks and playboy personality.

It didn't help that he was actually good looking.

Thinking back to Namjoon's words, you wonder how that could ever be true. If anything, after the events that had perspired a few weeks ago, he should only be able to see the absolute bitterness in your eyes when you see the crown prince.

"Trust me, Joon, we're definitely not in love."

The buzz of the ballroom was finally beginning to dwindle, dukes and marquesses alike starting to call it a night, bidding their goodbyes to the royal family before making their way out.

You'd spent most of the night with Namjoon, snickering as you watched people bend over backwards trying to force some semblance of elegance.

The corridors were empty now, save for the staff passing through packing up the event.

After using the washroom, you wander down the hallways, the lighting dim enough to confuse your tired and faintly tipsy brain.

Turning one of the corners, you stop short upon seeing a certain head of dark hair leaning against the opposite wall.

"Your highness," you bow, miscalculating the action and fumbling slightly before you right yourself, giggling quietly to yourself.

Was it your imagination or did the prince's arms flinch forward as if ready to catch you?

"So formal," the prince murmurs, standing upright and stalking forwards to where you were stood.

He offers his arm and for some reason you hesitate, wondering whether touching him was a particularly good idea. But then he gazes down at you with those soft eyes, no malice hidden behind them, and you find yourself taking his arm anyway.

"I'll escort you to your room."

"How noble of you."

"You know me, always saving pretty damsels and slaying dragons."

You snicker. He laughs.

The endless walk through the corridors is silent, neither of you having anything of real importance to say to each other.

The question of why the prince had been in the corridor in the first place lingers in your mind, but you've come to know better than to expect him to answer your questions.

When you reach the landing of the third floor, the prince's steps slow until you've reached just outside your door.

You open it without a word, strolling inside, ready to be done with the night and sleep all the way through to brunch.

The prince lingers in the doorway and you see him thinking over something in his head through the reflection of your vanity mirror.

"What is it Jungkook?"

The use of his name so casually has him turning his head up at you, a grin forming on his face.

"Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" he asks, leaning against the doorframe.

His eyes follow you as you toe off your shoes, throwing them rather carelessly to the foot of your dresser. Sitting down at your vanity, you grab a wipe, swiping at your eyes to remove your makeup as you contemplate your answer.

"You know how I feel about those social events," you say.

He did.

On the off chance you felt like getting along, the two of you would sneak away in the middle of galas or dinners, running off to the gardens under the cover of darkness and hiding where no one could find you.

Just for a few hours, you could leave behind all the ass kissing and artificiality and pretend that you weren't who you were.

You'd skip rocks across the pond, mock nobility, or listen to Jungkook and his endless knowledge about constellations and argue over where they were in the sky.

Stolen moments like those- you'd never tell him- but you saved them for the bad days.

Movement in the mirror has your eyes meeting his in the reflection, watching as he approaches from behind.

He reaches a tentative hand up to unclasp the necklace you had been fumbling with, his warm touch leaving tingles when his fingers brush against the skin of your neck.

"Thanks."

Was your voice always this breathy?

"What about yourself? That pretty blonde make it worth your while?"

You hate the unfamiliar feeling the thought of him spending time with another girl brings, but you'd sooner take it to the grave than acknowledge it.

"She can't seem to take the hint that I'm not interested," he shrugs, silently removing the pins from your hair.

"But you're always interested," you tease.

As the crown prince, he obviously couldn't sleep around. But the rules never said anything about casual flings where he could woo girls with his flirty words and kick them to the curb when he was bored.

Growing up, people rarely saw him for more than being their next ruler. Girls saw him as something they could conquer, dig their claws into and hang on his arm and pray they became relevant.

Sure he was arrogant and cocky, but people seemed to forget he was a human being.

While you wouldn't hesitate to push him in the pool or leave him locked out in the snow, a part of you felt for him. He had never found a meaningful connection with anyone, and even if he kept up the pre-tense of the heartbreaker prince there was a secret romantic hidden in his playboy persona.

"Feelings change."

Oddly cryptic and vague.

"Did you want something, Jungkook? I'm rather tired."

Coming to a stand, you reach behind your back for the strings of your dress. You had a lady in waiting who would have been helping you, but you'd all but threatened Marie to retire early for the night, knowing how hard she worked to making you look presentable earlier.

Jungkook's hands beat you to it, tugging lightly on the ribbon to free you.

"Just wanted to see you."

Again, oddly cryptic and vague.

As he unlaces your corset, you can't help the heavy breath that escapes you once your lungs aren't being constantly squeezed by the garment.

Your eyes clash in the mirror, not a word leaving either of you as the straps of your dress are pushed down your shoulders, the fabric pooling by your waist.

You're quite aware that your front is bared, your nipples hardening in the cool air. Your breath becomes laboured as you anticipate his next move. Though, his eyes never stray from yours, holding your gaze as the tension in the room builds.

"Jungkook-"

The word comes out in a breathy whimper before he tilts your head and crashes his mouth to yours. You feel the groan in his throat as he claims your mouth with his, your tongues clashing for dominance.

A large palm comes up and cups your breast, squeezing the flesh and drawing a moan from you. He twists a hardened bud between his thumb and finger before giving the same attention to the other.

In a blur, the rest of your dress is on the ground and Jungkook has you pinned on the bed as his mouth explores your neck.

He nips and kisses at your skin- sometimes you wonder if he leaves marks because he knows you'll have to cover them up.

"Should've known you only came here for this," you grit out just as he reaches your breasts. Taking a breast into his mouth, his wet and warm tongue circles around your hardened bud before sucking hard.

He comes away with a lewd pop, and the image of him with saliva glistening on his mouth makes you just that much more aroused.

"Didn't seem to be a problem last week when you were coming around my cock," he shoots back, moving down your body until he's kneeling between your spread thighs.

Despite his image of poise and virtue, his mouth could be equally as filthy.

"Tell me to stop and it stops."

You don't.

He smiles.

Leaning down, he places open mouth kisses against the inside of your thighs, always inching closer and never reaching exactly where you want him.

You slide your hands into his hair, palming the soft cherry coloured strands- another one of his acts of rebellion.

You open your mouth to protest, the words stolen out of your mouth by Jungkook finally dragging his tongue up your centre, the groan he lets out vibrating against you and making you shudder.

He eats you like a man starved, neither of you caring how sloppy it is, not when it feels so good and you taste so sweet. Hiking your thighs up over his shoulders, Jungkook devours you, showing no mercy as he slides two fingers into you with ease.

They stretch you out deliciously, and when he curls them just right he hits that spot that has you seeing stars.

The feeling of him pumping into you along with the way he abuses your swollen nub with his mouth brings you to an orgasm embarrassingly quick.

Waves of pleasure wash over you, eyes squeezing closed as Jungkook helps you ride out your orgasm.

The crown prince emerges from between your legs, wide grin on his mouth as your arousal coats his chin and all around his lips.

"You good?" he asks, kissing the inside of your knee before sitting up.

"Mhm."

He leans forward, capturing your mouth in his once more. You sit up, unbuttoning his dress shirt impatiently while he chuckles into the kiss at your eagerness.

The shirt falls away, revealing smooth skin upon smooth skin. The prince can't help but smirk against your lips at how you all but spill drool onto his stomach. His toned, chiseled stomach.

You push a hand against his chest and throw a leg around his waist to turn the prince until he's laying against your pillows and you're above him straddling his hips.

The sudden confidence has his face lighting up in surprise, a complaint nowhere to be found as he places his palms on your waist, his touch searing against your skin.

But oh so gentle.

With hooded eyes, the crown prince watches the way your head tips back and your lips part in a soft sigh when you roll your hips against him, definitely feeling the growing bulge beneath you.

He takes the opportunity to lean forward and take a breast in his mouth, his other hand snaking up to the back of your neck and holding you to him.

You don't know exactly how you found yourselves in this unlikely predicament. The first time it'd happened was the prince's birthday. You'd gotten so angry at him for crashing yet another date with one of your suitors earlier in the week, and his only response was to kiss you right then and there.

One thing led to another until you were both laying spent against the bed, chests heaving as you came to terms with what exactly had just happened.

You spent the week avoiding each other as much as you could, until you found yourself in bed with the prince again.

And so begun the sneaking around and the late night shenanigans. Though, where anyone else was concerned, you still couldn't stand each other.

You both knew it shouldn't have gone on for this long, but somehow you couldn't find it in yourselves to care.

Finding yourself on your back again, you look up at the crown prince as he kneels between your spread thighs. His pants are off now, lying somewhere forgotten with the rest of your clothes.

He stares down at you with hooded eyes mirroring that of your own before reaching into his boxers and pulling out his thick, hard length.

The sight of it alone has you whining, wanting it in you. You bite your lip when Jungkook when he rubs the swollen head against your folds, spreading his pre-cum and your own arousal around.

"We still good, pretty?"

You all but scream yes, nodding desperately.

Jungkook finally gives you what you want, positioning himself at your entrance and slowly pushing in. A hand on you hip rubs soothingly as he moves in inch by glorious inch. He hisses about how tight you are, eyes squeezing shut.

Despite the number of times he's taken you, you can never quite get used to just how big he is. The stretch borders on pleasure and pain, leaving you breathless as Jungkook bottoms out.

He waits patiently for you to get used to him, hands holding your waist and squeezing gently.

When you give him the go-ahead Jungkook starts to move, drawing his hips back just to push in again. The breathy moans that leave your mouth only spur him on as he thrusts into you.

It feels so good, he feels so good. The way he moves in you, just the right amount of rough and carefulness, makes him one of the most enjoyable partners you've had in- well ever.

By the time you're nearing your second orgasm of the night, Jungkook is nowhere near done with you.

Flipping you onto your stomach, he draws your hips up until you're on your knees, ass in the air, before Jungkook enters you again.

In this position, his thrusts hit deeper, reaching places no one else has reached and making you almost lightheaded.

You crash headfirst into Nirvana, body twitching as pleasure floods your senses. Your legs threaten to give out but Jungkook holds you up, continuing his to move behind you.

The overstimulation is just bearable, and when he slaps your ass you have to stop yourself from screaming.

"Fuck baby, I'm close-"

The whimper in his voice makes you move your ass back on him, meeting his thrusts and grinding against him.

His hips stutter before he stills completely, spilling himself deep inside you with a guttural moan.

The two of you have always been safe when it comes to sex, despite never wearing condoms. You have measures in place to make sure you don't end up in the papers with the next royal scandal.

You whine when he pulls out, feeling empty without his presence. You collapse on the bed, sighing as you come down from the high.

You hear him walk to your bathroom and then you feel his warmth behind you again.

Despite all his cruelty, he cleans you up with a warm cloth, his movements gentle.

You thank him awkwardly, your words ending in a yawn that has him chuckling from somewhere in the room.

He flicks the light switch off, submerging the room in darkness before coming down to lay beside you in bed.

Turning your head, you peer up at him, the light from the moon hitting his face perfectly and making him look like your worst mistake personified.

You don't exchange a single word as you cuddle up to his chest, his arm snaking around you and holding you closer. You relish in his warmth, pressing your cheek against his bare skin, closing your eyes and listening to his breathing even out.

For some reason, he makes you feel safe.

In this afterglow, where all your swords and armour are left on the ground, and you only see each other as you are- you wish you could stay like this always.

You take in his presence, knowing that you'll wake up in the morning and he won't be beside you.

He never is.

But what's the point of crying? It was never even love.

You knew that.

unedited :) hope you liked it

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lorenid · 1 year ago

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the jungkookfication of dex is real

#bts #bts army #bangtan army #bts jungkook #bts jk #dex #singles inferno #singles inferno 3 #kim jin young #seven mv

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yuzukult · 4 years ago

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effortlessly • jjk & reader | mini masterlist

↳ “Reciprocate feelings?” Jungkook crosses his arms before he continues, “They should know that you’re the only girl in my life." Jungkook has been your best friend and neighbor since you could remember, but what you can’t recall is when your feelings began develop for him.

genre: f2l, fluff, school!au, smut (in some chapters) pairing: jungkook x reader warnings: poorly written smut, cursing occasionally +note: jungkook & reader are 18+, seniors in high school. a/n: thank you all for your support on this fic! I wrote this on Wattpad, got no traction but it really blew up on Tumblr. ♡ Really motivated me to write again.

pt 1 ☼ pt 2 ☼ pt 3 ☼ pt 4 ☼ pt 5 ☼ pt 6 ☼ pt 7 ☼ pt 8 ☼ pt 9 ☼ pt 10 ☼ epilogue

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letswritebangtan · 4 years ago

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THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR OVER 100 notes on “Let’s Get Tattoos Together” 😭❤️🥺💖 you guys are amazing I love you all 🌟🌟🌟 If you have any ideas on what I should write next...let me know!

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wnderkoo · 2 years ago

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ESCAPISM | JJK

୨୧ lipstick smudged like modern art..

word count: 3k warnings: explicit smut

this is part of my drabble series, read more here!

"What did we say about disassociating?" comes the teasing voice of your best friend, Sumi. She was sitting across from you at the booth in the corner of this nightclub, where the lights were down and the music was up.

"Sorry..." you grumbled, taking another sip of your mocktail as if to pull yourself back into your own consciousness. In all truth, you had been zoning out for the past few minutes, unable to feel the club vibe at all.

You'd been sitting in the club for the past hour, eyes wandering over the crowd in boredom and watching the night play out. Your friends were here somewhere, but you weren't in the mood for dancing.

You were looking for something a little more fun.

That was when you saw him, leaning against one of the walls by the entrance. Looking so tempting in his black button up with the sleeves rolled to just above his elbows which showed off his full sleeve of dark tattoos. With the jeans that accentuated those thick thighs of his so perfectly, your first thought was getting him into your own pants.

And judging from the hooded glances he'd been making in your direction throughout the night, you could say he thought the same.

With enough alcohol in your system, you plucked up the courage to approach him.

You sauntered over, holding his gaze the whole trip across the club, until you were standing right in front of him.

From where you sat you could guess he was tall, but being right in front of him had you looking up.

"Five more seconds, and I would've come over myself," was the first thing he had said, his voice a rich timbre that sounded like honey. His eyes held yours, lips tugging up at the corners slightly.

It took you by surprise, you'd expected those eyes to be all over you by now. Your tiny black dress left little to the imagination and this man had front row access right now.

"I like the sound of that.. should I go back?" you asked in a sultry voice, tilting your head to the side ever so slightly. The man smiled, the soft rumble of a chuckle shaking his chest.

Inside, a searing heat started in his belly at your hooded eyes staring up at him, all but screaming 'fuck me' at him.

He was even more attractive up close, the smoothness of his skin enough to make any woman jealous and a jawline that could kill.

You could distinguish a freckle just below his lip that winked at you when he smiled.

"I'm Jungkook."

"Yn." you replied, taking the hand he held out to shake. You hoped the lighting of the club would be able to mask the blush creeping up onto your cheeks at the soft kiss he planted to the back of your hand.

"Would you like to get out of here, Yn?" he asked, doing the same head tilt you had done earlier, the way he said your name sending a bout of arousal straight to your core.

"Only if you promise not to kill me," you replied, gazing up at him as he finally straightened up.

God he was even taller now.

"Ah.. I guess that's out of the picture now." he joked softly, offering you his arm. Something about his confidence, or just him in general, had you taking it with no hesitation, wrapping a hand around his bicep as Jungkook led you out of the club.

You took your phone from your pocket to shoot your friend a quick text.

| leaving with a cute guy :) he's too pretty to be a murderer so hopefully i'll be home tomorrow..

You pocketed your phone and turned your head to see Jungkook smiling down at you.

"So you think I'm cute huh?" he teased as the two of you rounded the corner.

You'd thought he'd take you straight to his home, but it seemed Jungkook had different things in mind.

You were familiar with this part of the city since your friend Taehyung lived in an apartment not too far from here. The streets were well lit, and the lobbies of office buildings were still open with plenty of people inside, the first place you were running to if things turned sour.

But looking at the man beside you, blowing a stray piece of hair that seemed to be annoying him, you didn't think he could hurt a fly.

And for some odd reason, you felt safe with Jungkook.

He took your hand as he crossed the road and you laughed along with him when he nearly tripped on the curb.

The two of you hadn't stopped talking since you'd left the club, and you soon learnt that the confident playboy you had thought you'd met earlier was nothing but a dork.

"I'm just saying! The Demon Slayer movie was one of the best anime movies!" he exclaimed and then proceeded to give a detailed review of the film.

Yeah, you definitely weren't getting murdered tonight.

You only realised you were walking through the park when you cleared the line of trees and saw the reflection of the moon sparkling in the pond ahead.

Despite the loss of warmth from your hand leabing his, Jungkook's smile is nothing but warm as he watches you attempt to run over to the edge of the pond in your heels, almost tripping at least twice.

"I like to go here when I need time to myself," Jungkook said, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

He wasn't sure why he shared such an insignificant fact about himself, but it was easy to talk to you when it seemed like he'd known you for ever.

Jungkook had to remind himself that he'd only met you half an hour ago.

"So you live around here?"

Jungkook nodded, pointing to a large building over the trees on the other side of the park.

"That's my apartment building."

Jungkook found himself staring at you as you turned back to the pond, watching the ducks in awe, laughing softly when you told him how you wished you had some bread to throw.

Fuck, was he really considering running to the nearest convenience store to buy you bread?

There was no doubt he thought you were attractive, he really was going to approach you earlier when you'd beaten him to it. You had come over, looking so irresistible with your hips swaying as you walked, and Jungkook knew he was in for it.

And then you'd spoken to him, and he almost fell to his knees.

The moon hung in the sky, casting soft glows of pale ivory down onto your face and Jungkook just couldn't help but cup your jaw as he softly pressed his lips to yours.

You were slightly taken aback, since you'd spent the past few minutes in silence as you watched the ducks, but you quickly reciprocated, kissing him sweetly.

You both pull away with a smile.

"What was that for?" you laugh sweetly, trying tucking a strand of hair behind your ear out of shyness.

"I've wanted to do that all night," Jungkook admits quietly, brushing it away for you.

"What else have you wanted to do?" you ask, gazing up at him. Jungkook chuckles at your brashness, linking your hands together as he leads you in the direction of his apartment.

"Why don't we go and find out?"

The duality of the man before you was not to be taken lightly.

Despite looking so cute and dorky when he was showing you pictures of his dog earlier, he sure was pounding into you hard enough to see stars.

"Fuck, Jungkook.." you groaned, nails raking down his back, harsh enough to leave marks, as his hips slammed continuously into you.

With every drag of his thick cock against your walls, the head of it brushing against your cervix every time he thrust back in, you were inching closer and closer to your release.

Said man emerged from your neck, where he had been attacking your skin with kisses and gentle nibbles, to look down at you with a smile.

"Such a pretty girl," he cooed, the pet name earning a mewl from you as Jungkook leaned down for a kiss. You groaned into his mouth when he grinded against you as he did so, and the familiar feeling in your stomach soon started to bloom.

Not only was his duality no joke, Jungkook's stamina was simply something was else.

He'd already given you two orgasms, one while riding his face and the other when he pounded into you from behind as you were pressed up against his windows.

You'd bashfully admitted that you thought it would be hot, and Jungkook wasn't about to deny you.

His hips sped up their pace, determined to bring you to your third high of the night, and when Jungkook's hand reached between your bodies to press against your clit, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came with his name on your tongue.

He helped you ride out your orgasm, taking your lips in his again and kissing you roughly.

You were too busy relishing in your own pleasure to realise Jungkook's hips begin to falter and he thrusted once, twice, before he was spilling himself into the condom while sighing out your name before collapsing beside you.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, Jungkook rolls out of bed to dispose of the condom. You take the time to pad off to his bathroom and pee. The reflection that greets you when you wash your hands is well and truly fucked out, hair a mess and makeup barely intact.

You make it to bed before Jungkook, having no idea where he had disappeared to. You make yourself comfortable in his bed, closing your eyes and waiting patiently for his return.

You hear the soft footfalls as he enters the room, and peeking an eye open you see him back in his boxers holding a glass of water in his hand.

When he sees you in his bed, his eyes glaze over again but he reminds himself you're already tired out.

You take the glass of water he offers you, gulping it down and placing it on the bedside table just as Jungkook slides into bed beside you.

"You lied.." you said through heavy breaths, resting your chin on his shoulder and gazing up at him. Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up in question, his hand soothing circles on your hip. You hadn't even notice him wrap an arm around you, the warmth of his body already so familiar.

"That sex just killed me."

Jungkook snorted, and you couldn't help but break out into a grin. You had joked about him killing you earlier, and with the way he easily drew three orgasms out of you, he basically had.

"You're something else, Yn." Jungkook shook his head, leaning over to switch his lamp off and submerge the room in darkness. With the blinds half drawn, it wasn't completely dark- the skyline casting just enough light to see the city around you."

"You're so lucky to have this view all to yourself," you murmured, earning a noncommittal hum from Jungkook in reply. Soon his warmth is at your back, spooning you from behind as you both look out at the night beyond his windows.

"It gets lonely sometimes though."

The sentence itself was sad, but the longing in his voice sent a certain pang to your chest that you weren't sure how to interpret.

As you fell asleep blanketed by Jungkook's warmth, you couldn't help but feel that same longing.

The next morning, you woke up to the sun still slowly climbing over the horizon, rays of light peeking from behind the city buildings and painting the room in pretty pastel pinks and purples.

Jungkook was still sleeping soundly, face buried in the crook of your neck and an arm draped protectively around your middle.

He was quite the clingy sleeper.

You laid awake for a few minutes, letting yourself bask in the warmth and safety you felt in that moment as you lay with Jungkook. You'd never felt so contempt the morning after a hookup, usually sneaking out as soon as you were awake. But you let yourself enjoy Jungkook's company for a few more moments.

After all, they would be the last.

You slowly peeled his arm off of you, ignoring the sudden feeling of missing his warmth as you slid out of bed and quietly put your clothes back on. You made sure to send Sumi a quick text to say you were still alive before checking you had all of your things.

You weren't quite sure why you hesitated in the doorway of his bedroom, or why you stood there for a solid minute or two watching him sleep.

Maybe you were the murderer this whole time.

Your heart un-doubtedly squeezed in your chest when you saw Jungkook reach for you amongst the sheets, face scrunching up so cutely you almost abandoned everything and climbed back into bed.

But you knew you couldn't do that.

No matter how much fun you had last night with Jungkook, walking through the city and getting to know him, and then coming to his apartment and getting the brains fucked out of you, you knew that it would be easier to just forget him.

It'd save you both the heartbreak later on.

When Jungkook found a pillow and eased again, you finally willed yourself to turn and leave. Navigating yourself through his spacious apartment, you found the front door and put your shoes on before calling for an Uber.

You told yourself that you only looked back a final time and hesitated because you wanted to make sure you didn't forget anything.

With a sigh, you closed the door behind you and said goodbye to the closest thing to love you'd ever have.

"Was he big?"

Not even a minute after you opened the door and Sumi was already asking her questions.

You hadn't even taken your shoes off yet.

Perched on the couch, your best friend sips her morning coffee as one of her Kdramas plays on the TV at a low volume.

"Mhm.." you reply, throwing yourself down onto the couch beside her. Sumi raises an eyebrow, glancing at you and taking in your sullen expression.

"You're not seeing him again are you?" she sighs, slightly disappointed.

Having known you since college, Sumi was well aware of your dating ethic.

To sum it up: you didn't date.

Not that you couldn't get dates, you got plenty. But you never let them get anywhere or too serious, you were self-destructive like that. Hook ups and short flings were more your avenue.

She takes your silence as the usual answer.

"Babe, you gotta let yourself be happy.." Sumi sighs again.

"I am happy," you smile, trying your best to convince her.

You wouldn't be lying if you said that you were happy with your life. Living in an apartment with your best friend, having friends you could rely on and a steady paying job that fuelled your reading addiction, there wasn't much more you could ask for.

"I have you, and all our friends."

"That's not what I mean, Yn.." she frowns, cupping your face in her hands.

"You came home with a glow, and not just a post mind-blowing sex glow."

You stare at her confused.

"You were glowing like you finally found someone you really connect with."

You look away, brows furrowing as if you couldn't believe what she just said. Instead you stare at a spot on the wall, afraid to meet her gaze.

To say that you could look at couples on the street and not wish you had something like they had would be a complete lie. But your fear of commitment made it hard for you to seek out those kinds of relationships, choosing the safe option and sticking to hooking up with strangers and then never seeing them again.

But Sumi was right. You did connect with Jungkook. You connected with him so fast and easily it terrified you. He was so easy to talk to, and you found yourself laughing so hard tears sprung in your eyes more than once last night.

"Well he's gone now," you shrug, leaning forward to grab the remote, being yelled at for changing the channel would be better than having this conversation.

"You literally know where he lives.." Sumi deadpans, snatching the remote back with a scowl.

While that was true, you weren't about to rock up at his door after leaving this morning.

"Hey Jungkook! Sorry I snuck out of your house without saying goodbye, anyway do you wanna date me and deal with all my internalised issues?"

When you'd walked into his apartment, he had ordered pizza for the both of you and put a movie on- something people usually didn't do for their hookups. It was nice to just hang out with him though, and maybe if you hadn't hooked up with him, you could've been friends with Jungkook.

But you did hook-up with him. And if you caught feelings, it'd just hurt way more because Jungkook was the type of person who would treat you well.

It was only more of a reason to forget about him.

Save you the heartbreak, you remind yourself.

He might've been the best lay of your life, but Jeon Jungkook was only an escape, and there was no way in hell you were seeing him again.

it's been a while friends! hope you enjoyed this little thing.. if you did or didn't please let me know! i always want to hear your thoughts <3 talk to me here!!

this was originally supposed to become a big oneshot but i have commitment issues with finishing anything so its been sitting in my drafts for months.. so i thought i'd just turn it into a quick little fic :)

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kinky-jk · 9 months ago

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Istg queen @joonberriess never disappoints😩🤌

Not only oc gets messy but I did it too 😔🙏 (from screaming ok KSKSKSK ig)

t h e b o y i s m i n e

⋆ TAGS — mean!jk, heavy degradation, sub!oc vibes, fingering, creampiess, pussy eating, oc is super sensitive hehe, cock warming in the car, ass play(?), intense cow girl moment, dirty talk, mentions of squirting(?), messy sex, oc is cunty (CUNT CUNT CUNT), RED MF FLAGS, jk ain’t shit and neither is oc, mentions of cheating, possessive!oc don’t play about her bestie, joon n oc moment bc why not, she’s lowkey a bimbo, jk likes mocking oc, nasty sex, jk’s a simp for his bestie, oc whines a lot lol, 4liferrrsssss, oc messy asf but jk is too

⋆ WORD COUNT — 6.2 k

‘Something’s not right.’ Is what Sujin begins to think right off the bat when her boyfriend brings her to meet his “best friend”. Sujin already knew that Jungkook had a “girl” best friend wayy before she even talked to the man. All her friends were against it when she told them she was interested in Jungkook.

“No girl, you’re gonna regret it like big time. That man is going to have you looking like a fool.” They’d say but Sujin seemed hard of hearing..

Sujin knew what she was getting into but nothing could have prepared her for the hot piping mess being served in front of her face. For fucks sake her boyfriend couldn’t even fucking sit next to her because he chose to sit with “y/n”. Sujin wants to think it’s a childhood thing, maybe that’s why they’re so unnaturally close.

“Oh.” Sujin says when y/n tells her that no, they in fact met almost two years ago as college freshmans. (Sujin’s beginning to run out of ideas to make up in her head so she doesn’t go insane over the sight of you casually touching her boyfriend and Jungkook letting it happen?) Jungkook even helps separate your perilla leaf with his chopsticks.

What are you a child? Sujin’s NOT liking this so far.

“So,” Sujin smiles as politely as she can muster, “how’d you guys meet?”

You smile softly back at her, “My brother has a frat house and Jungkook happened to join, we only met cause my brother was forcing his frat guys to help me move into my new apartment. He made them do it shirtless which was pretty funny.”

Sujin nods slowly, “Ohh.. how nice. So like you guys started hanging out or what’s the deal?”

Jungkook shrugs, “I saw her manga books and we bonded over that,” he keeps it curt, like he’s not interested in talking to her (his own girlfriend), “we started chilling and yeah.” Sujin fucking hates when he talks to her like he’s bored already.

“He kept saying I reminded him of Bayonetta!” You pipe back in with a dreamy smile.

“Uh-huh, Bayonetta..” Sujin clears her throat and shifts around in her seat, “Uhh well, I think it’s getting a bit late no? Kinda time for me to get going.”

You purse your lips in a soft pout and nod at her, “I see.. I hope to see you again, you’re really nice and pretty.” You coo, “Jungkookie’s super lucky to have you,” Sujin appreciates your sincerity but she’s not so sure if she can look past how close you are with her boyfriend.

“You didn’t bring your car didn’t you?” Jungkook suddenly says, “C’mon I’ll drive you.” He rises to his feet and holds his hand out for you take.

Sujin’s jaw nearly drops as HER boyfriend slings your purse over his shoulder and helps you up, guiding you out of the booth by a hand to your back.

“Jungkook.” Sujin snaps, “I think she’s got it don’t you think?” Her boyfriend turns to look at her, and proceeds to give her the meanest fucking mug ever. Like if she had the audacity to ruin whatever the fuck was happening in front her. “What?” Sujin raises a brow.

You look up at Jungkook with those stupid puppy eyes of yours, “I can call an uber no biggie.” You say softly.

“Hey, since our meeting was cut so short, how bout I pay for it, yeah?” Sujin smiles while whipping her phone out and pressing ‘request’, like she didn’t have that ride ready to order.

Jungkook does that thing when he’s pissed where he pokes his tongue inside his cheek, he has the audacity to have a staredown with her but Sujin doesn’t back down. “..Yeah, I’ll walk you out then y/n.”

“It was nice meeting you.” You softly say while hugging Sujin tightly before waltzing out the door with Jungkook’s hand over your hip.

Sujin has to pinch the bridge of her nose, on one hand you’re the sweetest thing ever but c’mon you can’t be THAT dense can you? Sujin would have liked you in another world where you weren’t trying to get with her boyfriend.

Sujin looks out of the window and sees Jungkook leaning against the car door while you slip into the back. He’s telling you something and you’re looking at him like he’s hung the fucking stars or something. Luckily nothing happens and Jungkook closes the door before stepping back to watch the car take off.

“Fucking prick.” Sujin mutters under her breath as she steps out with a pissed look. “What the fuck was that Jungkook, huh? You gonna sit there and lie to my face and tell me not to worry about her? Answer me.” She lightly hits his arm.

Jungkook sighs deeply, “What? Fuck are you on right now, the night was going so good I don’t see the problem here.”

His nonchalant attitude makes her seethe even more, “Jungkook, she has no fucking boundaries and you don’t seem to give a shit about that, I’m the GIRLFRIEND here but this fucking turned into me meeting you two instead of her meeting me. It’s fucking humiliating watching her put hands on my boyfriend and worse that you chose to sit with her.”

“And yet you knew I was friends with her. Literally that’s everything everyone’s been telling you before I brought you here to meet her, be prepared for how close y/n is with me. This isn’t brand new to you Sujin.” Jungkook replies while fishing a cigarette out of his pocket.

Sujin watches in disbelief as he lights it and takes a drag like nothing, “That doesn’t make it okay for her to do that though. Close or not I don’t give a fuck Jungkook, you’re either with me or you’re not.” She snaps, “So tell me now before I waste my fucking time.”

Jungkook takes his sweet time, puffing away as he watches the smoke disappear into the night sky, “Okay.”

“Okay?” Sujin tilts her head, “Okay, what?”

“It’s over.” And just like that Sujin’s jaw drops for real this time, she’s utterly gagged into silence as she watches her (now) ex-boyfriend stomp out the cigarette before turning to her with a sinister look in his eye, “Bye.” He passes without as much as a glance, leaving her silent.

Sujin turns her head and watches him leave, “What the fuck.” She whispers.

(Not even an hour later.)

“Okay, this one or this one?” You held up two different babydoll dresses—one white with delicate frills, the other silk but more of a bodycon-type but it had a cute bow on it so why not.

Jungkook’s eyes briefly flick up from his phone, he stares at both of the dresses for a cool minute before nodding his head, “The white one.” He leans back with one arm on the bed and both legs spread apart (gosh him and his manspreading).

“I thought so too!” You happily say and carelessly toss it into the pile of clothes lying in your open suitcase, “Okay now help me decide between my sneakers or my ballet flats?” He doesn’t even answer cause he’s busy laughing at something on his phone.

“Jungkooookkk,” you huff irritably but this man does not look up. He just toys with his stupid lip ring while smiling down at his screen.

You let the shoes hit the ground as you quietly saunter over, slipping right into his lap with practiced ease. He doesn’t react because this is an all too familiar scene for him. He hooks his arm around your waist and tucks his chin over your shoulder, still scrolling mindlessly. “What’s up? Hm.” He murmurs.

“I needed your help choosing which shoes I should take.” You hide your face in his neck and lay one tiny kiss on it, “You’re mean.”

“Am I?” Jungkook brings you down with him when he slowly lays back on the bed. He tosses his phone somewhere and rests his arm behind his head. His free hand strokes your backside, cheekily stopping right above your ass before repeating.

Your hands settle over his toned stomach where his shirt has ridden up revealing his beautiful physique underneath. His damn Calvin Klein boxers hug him just right too, hanging low over his hips where a small amount of hair leads down…you know where..

“Mm-hm, ‘s not nice to ignore me.” You nod with a dreamy look, pillowy lips pursed (which make them much more alluring in Jungkook’s humble opinion).

Jungkook hums again and runs his hand over your ass, landing small little pats of appreciation here ‘n there, “It isn’t huh,” he trails off quietly while tattooed fingers make work of the bow tied around the front of your shorts.

You shake your head and come down so that you’re chest to chest with Jungkook, face leveled with his as the two of you stare into each other's eyes. “No,” you softly say, nimble fingers creeping under his shirt to trail up his middle with light feathery touches.

“No.” He softly mimics in a high-pitched tone that’s meant to sound like you, “You’re so fuckin’ cute, but you might wanna get a move on though cause the guys are gonna be here any minute now ‘n you don’t want them to come in and see what a desperate little thing you are? No huh,” he mock pouts while tapping your cheek.

“You’re mean! I’m not talking to you for ten whole minutes.” You huff angrily and get off his lap, “Stop laughing, it's not funny.” You’re whining again before you can even stop yourself. It makes him double over in laughter, shoulders shaking and all too.

“My bad, my bad, I didn’t realize you were still upset over the shoes.” He chuckles while sitting back up with messy hair, “C’mere I’ll make it better.” He waves his hand, “C’mere! I’m not joking!” He laughs because you look at him incredulously.

You fold your arms over your chest and turn away, “No, I have to pack remember?” You’re shoving clothes into your suitcase with a quiet huff.

“Yeah, yeah.” You don’t even notice when he comes up behind and hauls you up into his arms. Jungkook tosses you on the bed like nothing causing you to yelp in surprise as your body bounces off the mattress a little, “If I give you a kiss will you quit your fuckin’ pouting?” He smirks.

You nod vigorously, “I want one here, here, and here.” You tap different areas on your face.

“I said one, not fucking five,” he snorts while peppering your face in small smooches regardless because he could never resist a pretty girl like you, “dumb little thing you are.”

“They don’t count as real kisses.” You smugly reply.

Jungkook smirks, “Oh, and what does hm? Give your Jungkookie a kiss and show me.” Without hesitating you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his.

You’re lips locked, softly moaning as he kisses the fuck out of you. It’s the way his lips glide over yours so smoothly like you’re meant to be kissing. All you can really do is dreamily sigh while his tongue runs over the seam of your lips. Of course you let him in and the kiss gets filthier if possible.

You feel his hand slide up your back slowly until he’s hooking his finger under the strap of your flimsy sleep top. He watches in hunger as your tit slips out from under the top, perky nipple already hard as he leans down to wrap his lips around it. The pleasure is hot when his tongue presses down on the bud, he has you whimpering quietly while burying your fingers through his hair.

“Mmm–Jungkook, wait,” you breathlessly sigh while pushing his face away, “Sujin.” You softly say while playing with his hair, “What ‘bout her?”

Jungkook stares back up at you through hooded eyes, “Who?” He replies to which you grin back, “Hm, just let me enjoy your tits in peace.” He crudely mumbles before taking your nipple back into his hot mouth.

He fondles and squeezes your other tit while sucking on your rather sensitive teat. The heat between your legs is unbearable, Jungkook knew damn well why you hated having your nipples played with yet he carried on without a care. Your poor clit throbbed from neglect and your pussy was slicking up by the second, you fear a glob would slip out if he dared to switch your positions.

“J-Jungkook..!” You huff and press your thighs together hoping to alleviate some of the heat.

He pinches hard causing you to whine, it doesn’t stop him because he’s then using a hint of teeth on your sensitive bud. “Oh..!” Your mouth falls open and your back arches off the bed, thighs shaky and wobbly.

Jungkook pulls away with a string of slick connecting to your nipple, “Turn over baby,” he smacks your ass hard and jiggles your cheek, “arch that pretty back for me, yeahh like that—low.” He darkly comments while watching you turn over with your hips raised high and front flat to the bed.

He shuffles around and gets behind you holding you steady with a hand to your hip. “Pull ‘em to the side,” he says while lazily pushing his sweats down, shoving them low enough till they’re right under his balls, “How desperate are you, hm? How bad do you want this cock baby?” He grins while slapping the tip through your dewy sticky folds.

You bite your lip and reach behind you to hold yourself open for him, “Bad, need it so bad Jungkookie..feel so empty without it.” You pout while pushing back until his cock gets trapped between your thighs, the thick shaft pressing right up against your throbbing little clit.

“Yeah?” Jungkook licks his lips, “Gonna let me have it?” He murmurs as his cock slides through the mess between your thighs, globs of slick coating the shaft.

“Mm-hmm.” You nod.

“Mm-hm.” Jungkook smirks as he lands a rough smack to your ass, “Push me in baby.”

You reach back to rub his cock through your folds, tapping the tip against your needy hole until it catches. Your breath hitches as the tip pops in, he doesn’t make a move to shove himself deeper or anything—he stays perfectly still.

“Jungkook!” You turn to glare back at him, “S-Stop teasing me.”

“I’m not doing anything, if you want it you know what to do.” Jungkook grins while biting his lip, “You know what I wanna see baby, don’t play dumb.”

You grumble under your breath and slowly push your hips back until your ass meets his pelvis. There’s a low squelch as the rest of his cock slips in and as much as you would’ve loved for him to fuck you, this was also good. You pant hotly into the pillow and wiggle around with soft little ‘mm’s as Jungkook rubs his hand over your hip and holds you steady.

“There you go, bring it back for me,” he huskily mumbles while watching the ripple of your cheeks jiggle each time your ass meets his pelvis.

Little clapping noises begin to rise subtly as your pace gets quicker and quicker. You meet him thrust for thrust, there’s a low fopping sound as his balls make contact with your puckered lips, pressing right up against you each time you bottom out.

Jungkook’s eyes are glued to the sight of your pretty pink rim hugging his cock tight each time he backstrokes. His cock is covered in a sheen of slick and he swears every time he pushes back in he comes back out with more.

“So messy,” he lays his thumb over your other puckered hole, “hear that?” He grunts, “Sloppy lil cunt taking me so well, got you creaming for me.”

Jungkook’s breath hitches when his thumb accidentally slips through the tight barrier and into your ass. You loudly mewl and buck your hips in surprise, it doesn’t hurt but it feels weird..weird in a good way though.

“Oh, you like that don’t you?” He licks his lips, “Baby loves having her holes filled up doesn’t she?”

You moan in response and bury your face in the pillow with muffled cries. The pleasure shoots up your spine and has you curling in on yourself. Your cunt throbs like crazy now and everything somehow feels ten times better than before.

“Answer me.” Jungkook slaps your cheek rather hard.

“Mmph–y-yes..!” You whimper despite the pillow being in your mouth.

“Yea,” he laughs as he suddenly snaps his hips up, “you love it don’t you? Can’t get enough of this cock.” He plows into you with repeated thrusts, each one jostling you up the bed and sending you into a pleasure hazed mind.

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as Jungkook grips you by the hip with one hand and slams you back onto his cock. Your toes curl from the intensity of his cock slamming into your g-spot while his thumb fills your ass. The heat coiling in your tummy has you squirming and whimpering.

“Too much? Where you goin?” You don’t realize you’re actively moving away from him till his cock threatens to slip out, “You can take it baby, don’t run.” He laughs low while dragging you right back onto his cock.

In fact he follows you down till you’re laying flat on the bed and his thumb slips out of your puckered hole, “Gonna cum? Hm?” He lays flat over your back and hooks his chin over your shoulder, “C’mon, don’t go stupid on me.” He smacks your cheek gently a couple of times.

“Yes..!” You gasp breathily, “S-So, so close..” Your voice sounds wobbly and garbled, and the shaking in your thighs doesn’t stop.

Jungkook coos, “So close,” he buries his face in the side of your neck and leaves marks of his own there, “go on, cum on this dick.”

Your lips part and you let out a high-pitched mewl, your pussy spasms around him with your cunt squeezing and massaging his cock. Your eyes slip shut and you slump against the bed with a whine, the orgasm took the life out of you.

“Fuuckk,” he sighs as he slows down, grinding his cock in and out of the mess between your thighs, “good girl,” he groans softly until he comes to a stop and stills.

His cock throbs and twitches, spurt after spurt of cum filling you to the brim. You can feel some of it slide out with globs of your own slick. Jungkook hums deeply and gives your ass a pat of appreciation, “Shower?” He asks softly.

“Mm-hmm.” You nod still face down in the sheets.

“Mm-hm.” Jungkook copies while laughing to himself as he slips out of your cunt with a lewd squelch. You don’t even have the energy to fight with him right now, you’re just ready for bed at this point.

You can’t help the little yawn that escapes as you turn your face to tuck yourself into Jungkook’s side. Whose idea was it to take a roadtrip to Busan, you don’t know but you’re barely even awake after that rough fucking.

You and Jungkook had opted to sit in the back away from everyone and enjoy each other’s company instead. Jungkook’s hand came to rest over your thigh like that’s his permanent spot.

So far the ride is peaceful, Yoongi’s managed to successfully get you all out of the city and onto the highway (thanks to Namjoon’s excellent navigation skills). In front of you Jimin’s knocked out while Taehyung watches something on his phone. Namjoon’s talking with Yoongi about something you can’t bring yourself to care for.

You can feel your eyelids getting heavier by the second and it feels like you’re about to slip into the best sleep ever when Jungkook stops you. Not literally, but it still feels like it with the way he slides his hand up your bare thigh.

“Hm?” You sleepily look up wondering what on Earth he was up to now.

Jungkook pats you, “C’mere, want you on my lap baby.” He mutters as quietly as he can.

You rub your eyes and slip yourself on to his lap, tucking your chin over his shoulder and squeezing your thighs on either side of him. God bless that you chose to wear your thin sleeping shorts and slutty juicy sweater, Jungkook can just about feel your perky tits through the soft material.

“Shh.. not a peep or else I’m gonna gag you with your panties.” He mumbles low in your ear, stroking over your back to keep you calm.

“Jungkookie–”

“Jungkookie needs you to shut the fuck up, can you do that for me?” He squeezes your ass and kneads both cheeks rather roughly, “Good girl.”

“If they look, I’m not stopping. So if I were you I’d keep quiet baby, unless you want Joon and them to know how much of a cock hungry slut you are.”

He sounds so fucking calm but his words are the complete opposite, you find yourself holding in your desperate whines. “Can you..?”

“Can I what?” He slips his hand under your shorts and tugs it to the side alongside your panties, “Hm?”

You bite your lip and lift your hips, “Want something in me, I feel so empty Kook..” You breathe out and wrap your arms around his neck.

Through the drowsiness you faintly make out his soft curses as he whispers under his breath. Jungkook pokes at your slit and slips his fingers through your messy folds.

“Take my cock out,” he mumbles and you happily reach between the two of you to slip your hand into his sweats.

His cock throbs when your soft hand wraps around it, he has to bite his lip when you dig your thumb into the slit and swipe over the messy head. “Don’t tease..” He grunts with a small sharp smack to your ass.

You lift your hips and with his help manage to slip his cock through your dewy folds. You blindly slap the tip against your slicked up hole, the tip catching on your rim.

“Slow,” he sounds calm and collected but the way he swallows harshly tells you otherwise.

You bite your moans back and push yourself until your ass is meeting his thighs. The heat in your belly pools and your poor clit throbs. Is it you or the car feels hotter?

You hide your face in his neck and suck over old and new hickeys you’ve left these past days. Jungkook relaxes into the seat and sighs, luckily it doesn’t sound like it’s out of the ordinary.

“You can sleep now.” Jungkook off-handedly mumbles while closing his eyes, leaving you utterly speechless. You’re not entirely surprised given his little track record of being mean and shit.

“G’night..” You softly mumble and kiss his cheek, you lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. Maybe if you’re a good girl he’ll make you cum later on..yeah, that sounds amazing, you smile in your sleep and drift off into dreamland with a cunt full of cock.

“So hot..” You softly mumble while fanning yourself with a make-shift fan.

Everyone but Namjoon went out today to explore the town and shit. You opted to stay back and wait for the sun to die down to go out later. Namjoon said something about keeping you company so you didn’t mind.

Here you are laying on the ground with your legs thrown up on the couch over Namjoon’s lap. Your pretty babydoll dress rides up your thighs and you occasionally catch Namjoon’s gaze drifting down. What a sight is it to see—veiny big hands plastered over your soft ankles toying with your cherry charm anklet.

“Namjoon, if penguins are related to the bird family, how come they can't fly?” You softly say while looking at him through your lashes.

“I dunno,” He shrugs while stroking over your foot, “environmental and evolutionary reasons maybe?”

You pout and tilt your head back to watch the TV, “I think they’re cute.”

“Why don’t you find one and give it a kiss then?” Namjoon smirks in amusement, “Maybe Jungkookie can save you if it tries to attack you or something.”

“Not funny.” You whine kicking your sock-clad foot at him, but he catches it and tugs on your foot.

You squeal softly as he ends up dragging you upwards just a tiny bit, “Owie let go, you’re squeezing my freaking bone.” You giggle.

Namjoon lets your foot go with a laugh, “My bad, my bad.” He raises his hands in surrender, “You can tell your Jungkookie to kiss it all better when he comes back yeah?” He grins.

“Ugh you’re also mean.” You huff while sitting up feeling light headed cause you were laying on the ground for so long. “You and Jungkook.” You mumble and climb onto the couch with him.

Jungkook finds you two like that. You’re tangled up with Namjoon side by side, legs thrown over his lap as he strokes over your soft thigh. Namjoon’s mindlessly scrolling through his phone and you’re just you watching some animal documentary on the TV.

“Hey.” Jungkook greets while falling on another sofa.

“Back already,” Namjoon hums, “where’s the others?”

“Out, they went to the beach cause Jimin wanted to go. It was fuckin’ hot so I came back, we didn’t do much but walk around the tour shops and shit.”

You lift a leg in the air to admire your pretty anklet, “Did you bring me anything?” You softly ask.

“Yeah, it’s in the bag.” Jungkook replies calmly as he fishes his phone out and does whatever the hell he usually does on that thing.

With both men preoccupied with their phones you decide to head outside to sunbathe. God bless the airbnb for having a private pool. “Where you going?” Jungkook mumbles, not looking up from his screen.

“Sunbathing.” You curtly reply and head outside through the large patio doors.

It’s hot as hell but you don’t care as you kick your socks off and strip out of your babydoll dress. You happily lay your towel out on the grass and set up a mini umbrella. Once you're happy with your setup you lay on your back and slip your heart shaped glasses on.

You can hear Namjoon and Jungkook talking in the background faintly, something about Sujin but you honestly don’t bring yourself to care much. Along the lines Jungkook mentions Sujin texting him again, Namjoon says “oh shit really” and then Jungkook tells him everything.

“..giving… chance… again..?” You can’t make out the entire convo. You crack a slow smile and turn over on your belly, legs kicked up and your feet in the air as you call out to the boys.

“Can someone bring me my phone?” Your voice soft and velvety, you slip your glasses up on your head and flutter your lashes, “Please?”

Jungkook stops talking and looks over the coffee table before stepping out with your phone in hand. “Look at you all cute and shit, enjoying your sunbathing?” Jungkook asks as he squats down in front of you.

“Yep, it’d be funner if you and Joonie joined me though.” You softly hum while tilting your head up and letting Jungkook lay a kiss over your soft lips.

“Yeah..?” He murmurs low. It’s glaringly obvious you have this man wrapped around your little fingers. It’s like you didn’t even have to try with him.

“I’ll be right back.” He says and disappears into the house.

You roll over on your back with a satisfied smile, slipping your glasses back on as you hum, “The boy is mine, I can’t wait to try him,”

Maybe Jungkook’s the one trying you right now. It’s not even nine am yet..

Your thighs encase his head like a pair of soft earmuffs, he’s got his tongue dipped between your messy folds with your pussy stuffed in his face. Jungkook doesn’t seem to care though, he’s got his strong big arms wrapped around your thighs as he holds you down and makes you take it.

Your clit’s just as sensitive as every other part of you, and Jungkook just loves to make you shake. He traces the tip of his tongue over your sensitive bud, flicking it back and forth with quick strokes. It has your lips parting and your head leaning back from the cloudy pleasure.

“Oh..” You roll your hips upward into his eager mouth, something that greatly pleases Jungkook.

He slips his tongue lower and flicks it upward to get a taste of all that creamy slick gushing from your empty cunt. You slap a hand over your mouth and whimper when he goes back to your poor clit. This time though he wraps his lips around it and gives it a harsh, mean suck.

Jungkook flicks his dark eyes up to look at you, just watching as you lose yourself on his tongue. The way your tummy goes taut and your body stiff when he grazes his teeth over your clit sends a dark thrill down his spine. He wants to see more, so he’s going to get more.

“J-Jungkook!” You cry out as he stuffs his fingers knuckle deep into your pussy.

There’s a loud squelch each time he slaps his fingers up into your greedy cunt. Your pussy’s literally leaking as small dribbles of squirt oozes out with each passing second. You’re shaking, thighs struggling to stay open and not clamp down on his head. Your lower half shakes slightly from his rough movements and your pussy makes these nasty wet sounds.

“Wait,” you sob and reach down to grip his hair, “ ‘m so close..! P-Please, please,” you’re not sure what you’re begging for—go, stop?

The heat in your tummy builds quickly and you’re teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm when he suddenly stops. All at once both his fingers and mouth are gone as he pulls away while harshly panting. You can’t even complain but the intensity has your heart racing with excitement and fear.

“Okay?” He quietly asks while stroking your thigh gently.

You take a couple of seconds to catch your breath, meekly nodding as you bite your lip, “ ‘m okay.” You softly reply.

He climbs up the bed and hovers over you, necklace dangling in your face as you stare up at him with glossy eyes. “Kiss?” You softly say while parting your pillowy soft lips. He’s very much happy to oblige of course..

You lazily make out, your lips feel swollen and they’re glossy from spit. He doesn’t let you pull away, he’s quick to chase after your lips and reel you back in with a hand to the back of your neck. His hand tightly grips your hair and teasingly tugs because he knows you’re a little slut for it.

You moan into his mouth and needily press yourself closer to him, hooking your thigh over his hip just so you could press your needy pussy against him. Everything feels hot and you don’t like it, Jungkook’s not helping with the way he drops his other hand down to your ass cheek, gripping it tight and using his grip to yank you even closer.

Body to body, you’re rolling your hips up to feel the tent in his boxers. It’s mouth watering when the curve of his thick cock presses into your inner thigh, so close to where you need him the most..

Jungkook tightens his grip on your hip, it’s bruising even as he presses himself into you and rubs his cock over your soaked pussy. The rough friction has your toes curling and another needy gasp escaping. He pulls away from the kiss with a wild look in his eye, he pants quietly as he shoves his boxers off and tosses them somewhere.

“Hold yourself open for me baby,” he holds his heavy cock in his hand, stroking over it slowly as he looks down at your glistening cunt, “just like that..” He mumbles darkly.

You hook your arms around your thighs and pull them up to your chest so that your pussy is laid out bare for him. You bite your lip in anticipation and try your best to stay still when he taps the tip over your swollen clit.

“Look so pretty like this,” he muses as he slips his cock in inch by inch, “prettier down here too.” He grins as he lays his thumb over your clit and rubs it side to side slowly.

You let out a long “mm” as his cock fills you over and over again, filling you in the right places combined with his gentle strokes over your clit. He’s got you dripping even more as his cock re-surfaces covered with your creamy slick.

Jungkook rolls his hips into yours slowly, you can hear the quiet grunts and moans slip from his lips as he remains focused on the spot where you’re connected. His face is scrunched in pleasure, and his thumb becomes jerky as he messily swipes over your bud.

You get the urge to ride the fuck out of him, he’s been nothing but doting and now you want to return the favor. Always the giver but never the receiver, and you’re going to change that.

“Jungkookie,” you softly sigh as his eyes snap up to your face, “wanna ride you,” you pout, “can I pretty please?” You purposely squeeze around his cock as he back strokes slowly.

“Yeah,” he softly breathes out and lifts you up into his lap as he switches places with you.

You huff as his cock somehow slips deeper in the new position, “No, you lay back and let me do it.” His eyes widened slightly at your demanding tone, “I wanna make you feel good too..” You pout and wiggle around in his lap.

Jungkook bites his lip and lets his hand fall to your thighs, “Fuck–okay, yeah,” he lays his head back on the pillow and swallows harshly as you smile down at him and lay a soft kiss on his lips.

“Fuck,” he groans when you turn around in his lap to ride him reverse cowgirl. He lays his hands over the fat of your ass and smacks each cheek repeatedly while you grind yourself in his lap.

Your moans spill from your lips as you arch your back and roll your hips back and forth. Behind you Jungkook sounds like he’s having the time of his life as he holds your ass tightly in both hands. The noises he makes only fuel your desire more as you rock yourself in his lap.

“Mm–fills me up so good,” you tilt your head back with a teasing smile, “can feel it so deep in my pussy.”

Jungkook growls low and spanks you harder, “Yeah? You like knowing you’re the only one taking my cock like this huh,” he smirks, “ ‘s all yours baby.”

You huff softly and look at him over your shoulder with puppy eyes, “Mine only.” You nod, “Not hers,” you roughly slap your hips back, catching him off guard as he grunts, “Right?”

“Only you.” Jungkook sighs as he tugs you back so that you’re grinding over his cock the way he likes, “Always yours.” He murmurs.

You smile happily and begin bouncing in his lap, your ass claps against his pelvis as low fopping noises build up. The bed creaks a little and your skin smacks together as you get a little wild with it.

Your moans rise in volume alongside his as the two of you lose yourselves in your rough fucking. Your pussy clamps down when the tip of his cock brushes over your g-spot repeatedly. You have to put your hands on the bed for support as you whimper and grind quickly on his lap.

“F-Fuck..” You whimper low as your thighs begin to tremble again.

Jungkook throws his head back with a low groan as he holds your hips tightly, “Fuck keep going baby, almost there,” he whispers breathlessly, “you can do it.”

You let out a cry and slam yourself on his lap until you go still as your orgasm hits you out of nowhere. It’s mind blowing as your cunt tightens up and a wave of hot pleasure comes crashing down on you. You shake in his lap and whimper out a garbled version of his name.

Jungkook quietly moans as he holds you still and bucks his hips up a couple of times until he’s filling you with his cum. His cock twitches and pulses through his orgasm, dully reminding you that you’re on planet earth still and you need to come down from your high.

“My pussy hurts.” You softly whine while looking back at him.

“My pussy hurts,” he mocks softly, “but who just got the dicking of their life hm? You did.” He pokes your cheeks and brings you back so that you’re laying with him, “You okay?” He chuckles.

You hide your face in his neck and nod, “Nap now, food later?” You softly ask.

“Yeah, I like the sound of that.” He grins.

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almatiarau · 3 years ago

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Intertwined Series Masterlist

Hi guys, since Intertwined already had some chapters out so I’m going to have a separate series masterlist for easier navigation.

INTERTWINED (JJK x Fem. Reader, MATURE CONTENT) minor dni!

Fluff, Smut, Angst. Slice of Life, Age Gap (reader is older than JK)

Summary: Jungkook is a superstar, y/n is a divorcee, two unlikeable worlds colliding with the love of music and deep talk, but life is not always a fairytale right? Does love worth the risk of a career 10 years in the making? Does love worth straining your relationship with family?

Warnings: cursing, conversation about divorce, gaslighting? (not from jk), stalkish behavior, trash talking someone, kissing, groping, make out, grinding, penetrative sex, safe sex, missionary sex, doggy style, wot, basically basic style of sex lol, oral (f & m receiving)

Chapter 1 - Radio

Chapter 2 - Connected

Chapter 3 - Best Part

Chapter 4 - Intimate

Chapter 5 - Complications

Chapter 6 - Fragile

Chapter 7 - Touch Me

#jeonjungkook #jungkookfluff #jungkooksmut #jungkookseries #jungkookfic #jungkookfanfic #jungkook idol au #jungkook x reader #intertwinedmasterlist #intertwined by bangtannoonalvg

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bangtanficsforyou · 3 years ago

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Burning Love (Prologue)

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut (?)

Au: Exes au, CEO Jungkook.

Warning: mentions of alcohol.

Rating: 18+

Summary : Jungkook was your first love, your high school sweetheart, whom you continued to date throughout college, well maybe not throughout. Three months before finishing college, he decides it wasn't worth it. Six years later, you're far away from South Korea, working for a small company. What are the chances that the big multinational company that ends up buying the company you're currently working for is owned by none other than Jeon Jungkook?

Word count: 787

A/n: This is my first work here, give it a chance. If you like it please let me know, reblog it and follow me. Thank you!

Series Masterlist

The environment you're currently in would have been uncomfortable for you even a few months ago, but now you've gotten used to it. You'd not go as far as to say that you enjoy it, because you don't, but at least you don't hate being here. It is what it is. It's not like you have a choice anyway.

Working as a software programmer for FCS aka Felix Consultancy Services had its perks such as good pay, friendly co-workers and you were confident when it came to anything computer related, so the job was enjoyable.

What however was a con of your job, at least according to you, was attending these mid-year parties, which had a little bit of everything.

Your company isn't necessarily big but is a reliable one and the services it provides are used by more or less all big companies in the states. As a result of which, your company is always invited to these parties.

You don't have anything against it but you are not a fan of socializing with people, but, being the head of your department, talking to potential investors is inevitable.

Needless to say, that is tiring.

You head towards the bar, you cannot afford getting drunk but some temperance drink would do the job. Requesting your order, you sit near the bar waiting for your drink and give out a tired sigh. You take out your mobile for any messages or possible source of entertainment, only to freeze hearing a voice you surprisingly recognise even after all these years.

"Two piña colada please".

You don't know what to do, you cannot imagine having eye contact with him, but you know you also want to look just to be sure that you aren't hearing things, or someone doesn't have the exact same voice as that one person, you haven't allowed your mind to wonder about in years.

Hence you give yourself a chance to sneak a glance only to see him. He, however, isn't alone. He has his arms around a petite blonde, a gorgeous one at that. He thankfully doesn't notice you. He is busy giving his companion, what can only be referred to as "bedroom eyes" and you don't let yourself ponder about that. You wanted a glance to make sure if the voice belonged to him and you have already done that. You really do not wish to let him occupy your mind more than required.

However, you find yourself unwilling to make a single move to remove yourself from the spot. You are extremely scared of gaining attention, especially gaining his attention. You cannot risk that.

Hence you wait. Wait impatiently until he decides to leave. You have long forgotten about your drink order, all you can focus on is the blonde’s flirty giggles and some whispers from him which aren’t loud enough for you to figure out the words but loud enoigh for you to somehow hear his voice.

As soon as both of them leave the bar, you very quickly yet subtly check if the path is clear.

Not spotting any potential danger, you make a quick beeline towards the exit gate and book a cab.

You are paranoid even after stepping out. What if he comes out of the hall right now? What if he sees you? What if he wants to talk to you?

To say that you are grateful when you see the cab approaching, would be an understatement. You release a sigh of relief and let yourself relax for a minute only to realise you left the party abruptly. You know you aren’t going to get into any trouble because you hardly ever had any complaints against you and your boss is a very kind and considerate person, but you also understand the need to inform someone that you have left the party.

Deciding to send a quick text to your best friend and roommate Tae, you type out that you suddenly felt sick. Yeah, that should do.

You: Hey Tae, sorry I left the party. I’m already on my way to our place. I wasn’t feeling well. If anyone asks just let them know that. [8:38 PM]

Tae: you left the party??? [8:41 PM]

Tae: suddenly? [8:41PM]

Tae: you were fine [8:41 PM]

Tae: literally a few minutes ago when we talked [8:42 PM]

Tae: 😑😒 [8:43 PM]

Tae: you’re lying [8:43 PM]

Tae:what happened? [8:43 PM]

You: Jungkook was at the party [8:46 PM]

#btsfic #jungkook #jungkookfluff #jungkookfic #jungkooksmut #jungkookangst #ceojk #ceo jungkook #fuckboi jungkook #btshoneyhive #btsgoldnet #Jk fic

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monggu-eomma · 2 years ago

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Lost and Found: Chapter 2 (The Art of Deception)

Pairing: Dhampir!Jungkook x Moroi!Reader

Genre: Vampire Academy!AU, action, and fluff

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: language and talk of vampires feeding

Summary: Jungkook is a Dhampir training to become a Guardian. His whole life he had been taught that “they come first” and that he is meant to guard and protect. In the middle of the field exam, Jungkook tries to wrestle with unanswered questions while protecting you at all costs.

Author’s Note: I’m back with a sequel to Field Trip and I have officially named this series “Lost and Found.” I am cross-posting this series on AO3 under the username crystal_writes. If you have an AO3 account, feel free to click here to support me by giving me a kudos and leaving a comment. Also, on my AO3 account I will also be posting a Haikyuu fic that I have been working on and I’m currently planning an ACOTAR fic. Anyway, I hope that you all enjoy this new chapter. Thank you for your patience!

Chapter 1 : Field Trip

Just as expected, Jungkook was back in action for the field exam after two days in the infirmary. Jungkook had just arrived at a conference room for a last minute meeting for all Novices that were taking the field exam. The first person to ask Jungkook about what had happened, besides the Guardians that had stopped by when he was still in the infirmary to get his official statement, had been Hoseok, a fellow Dhampir.

“How are you doing, kid?” Hoseok had asked after Jungkook sat next to him.

“I’m good. Just ready to get back to the field test,” he replied.

“Yeah, I talked to Jimin yesterday about what had happened. It’s crazy! People are saying that there were several Strigoi at the museum,” Hoseok said quietly.

Jungkook looked at Hoseok in confusion. “There was only one in that room.”

“I know that, but I overheard Jin talking to someone on the phone and they made it sound like there was more than one at the museum.” Jungkook wasn’t sure what to say to that. If what Hoseok was saying was true, then there was a huge gap in Guardian security or even worse, someone was tipping off the Strigoi. They were in a lot more danger than what he thought. “I wonder if that is why we are all gathered today,” Hoseok mused. “Not just to talk about the Strigoi you fought, but also about a security breach.” Before Hoseok could continue speaking, a Guardian walked to the front of the conference room. Jungkook looked around to see if he could spot Jimin, but the room was not well lit.

“Attention all Novices!” A Guardian at the front of the room said. Everyone’s posture straightened, a strange silence filling the room. The Guardian stood tall and the energy he gave off was that of pride and assertiveness. Jungkook had recognized this Guardian from a few months ago when the Moroi queen had come to visit St. Vlad’s for a holiday celebration. “Some of you may recognize me, I’m Guardian Choi. We’re going to keep this meeting short so that you can all get back to your field exam.” The silence in the conference room was uncomfortable and Jungkook looked around to see that there were many full-fledged Guardians in the room. Jungkook’s leg began to shake in anticipation of what Guardian Choi would say next.

“As you all know, there was an attack two days ago at the Natural History Museum. Since the attack we have been gathering information to get a clearer picture of how and why that attack happened. This investigation is still underway and as a safety precaution, you will be seeing more Guardians here at St. Vladimir’s Academy. There is nothing to be worried about. We just want to make sure that the Moroi continue to be protected, as they should, and that you Novices are continuing to receive the highest quality of education. It is imperative that you are all ready for what is out there. We are extremely lucky that no one died as a result of this attack.”

There was a moment of silence, so that everyone could take in what had been said. Jungkook wanted to scoff at Guardian Choi’s attempt to placate the Novices in telling them that there was no danger. Jungkook had a lot of time to think about the Strigoi attack at the Natural History Museum and everything about it had left him feeling unsettled and more on edge than he had previously been.

“With all of that being said, if there is anything that you all need to know, we will make sure to communicate that to you,” Guardian Choi continued to say.

“Which is code for, ‘don’t ask us anything’,” Jungkook heard a Novice mutter under their breath.

“You are all dismissed.”

As everyone filtered out of the room, Jungkook’s mind replayed the words of Guardian Choi. He found it hard to believe and ridiculous that Guardian Choi wasn’t going to say more, not that Jungkook was looking for recognition. He just wanted answers.

“Well that whole thing was unnecessary and uneventful. Jin’s gonna be let down when I tell him about this,” Hoseok said as he followed Jungkook out of the conference room.

“He seemed too calm about all of this,” Jimin chimed in from behind. Jungkook turned around, surprised at Jimin’s sudden appearance. “I came in right before the meeting started so I found the first seat available. Didn’t want to get chewed out by Guardian Lee, again.”

“It’s strange that they are adding more Guardians to patrol and guard the school, but they’re telling us to continue as if all it was a minor incident,” Hoseok said. “What do you think, Jungkook?”

The three of them paused in the hallway that was becoming less and less crowded. Jungkook took a deep breath and replied. “They’re hiding information from us. Either it’s because they don’t know enough or because they are too blind to see that they need all the help that they can get.”

“Yeah, they are definitely hiding something from us. I should talk to Jin and see if he’s willing to share anything,” Hoseok said. Jimin laughed and patted his back.

“Good luck with him.”

Hoseok laughed at Jimin’s comment and nodded his head. “Thanks, I’m going to need it. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Taehyung is gonna be pissed when he hears about this meeting,” Jimin said once Hoseok disappeared at the end of the hallway. “He got into a fight with his parents last night about how the Moroi need to be trained in using their elements so that they can support Guardians and show the Strigoi that they stand no chance against us.”

“I’m sure his parents didn’t take that well,” Jungkook said as they both began to walk down the hallway to find their Moroi.

“They weren’t happy.” Jimin paused for a moment, contemplating whether or not he wanted to continue sharing his thoughts. “No one will say it,” Jimin started to say in a quiet whisper. “But I think his parents are blaming him for putting himself in harm's way. They don’t think any of this would have happened if Taehyung just followed the crowd and didn’t go off and do things on his own.”

“That’s stupid!” Jungkook exclaimed. “Taehyung did nothing wrong. It was just the wrong place and the wrong time for us. Anyone could have been in that star room and been attacked.”

Jimin stopped walking for a moment. “But what if it wasn’t the wrong place and the wrong time?” Jungkook froze and stared at his best friend.

“What do you mean?”

“Listen, I don’t know why that Strigoi was there, but what if that Strigoi was targeting us? What if it was waiting for us to get in a place where it could easily ambush us? It can’t be a coincidence that a Strigoi targeted a small group that a royal Moroi was part of.”

Jungkook had certainly considered this scenario while he was recovering in the infirmary. If it was the case, then his best friends were in real danger.

“The only way to know for sure is to get out of Saint Vlad’s and see what happens,” Jungkook reluctantly said. He didn’t want or plan to use Taehyung as bait, but that if they really wanted to know then they would have to set up a trap.

“Well, setting aside putting my best friend in danger, I don’t think that we are strong enough to pull something off like that successfully,” Jimin replied. “Not that we aren’t good at what we do, but we don’t have much of a track record when it comes to fighting and killing Strigoi.”

“Then let’s hope that the Guardians figure out if the attack was an accident or planned,” Jungkook said as he continued to walk down the hallway with Jimin.

“And if it was planned, I hope they catch who was behind it,” Jimin added. Jungkook nodded his head and they exchanged good-byes so that they could meet up with their Morois, with Jimin heading to the Moroi boys’ dorms and Jungkook heading to the Moroi girls’ dorms. It was going to be the first time that Jungkook had seen you since he first woke up in the infirmary after the attack. Although it had only been a few days since he had since you, it had felt longer. He had been getting used to seeing you all the time and it felt weird to suddenly not see you.

Jungkook thought back to when he had last seen you and a feeling of regret pooled at the bottom of his stomach. Amidst all of the chaos, he had forgotten to ask how you were doing. Were you okay after that happened? Did the attack leave you fearing for yourself? Did you feel safe?

“Good evening,” you said as you stood at the entrance of your dorm room.

“Am I late?” Jungkook asked. You laughed and shook your head.

“No, you’re fine. I’ve only been out here for a moment,” you replied.

Jungkook nodded his head and took a moment to take in your appearance. If he hadn’t known any better, he would have thought that nothing out of normal had happened to you within the last few days. If you were still feeling shaken up or disturbed by the attack, you were doing a good job at hiding it. Jungkook wished that he were better at hiding how he felt. If he was going to a good Guardian, then he would need to figure out how to not make himself into such an open book. “How are you doing?”

“I’m alright. There was a meeting for all Novices taking the field exam, so that’s why I’m running a little late. How are you doing?” Jungkook asked as you both walked outside of the dorms towards the main building where all Moroi classes were held.

“I’m fine. Can I ask what the meeting was about?” You replied. Jungkook took a moment to meet your gaze, and found you looking at him with curiosity sparkling in your eyes. Even if he didn’t want to answer your question, there was no way that he could deny you with the way you were looking at him.

“The Guardians said that they were upping security and told us to continue with business as usual,” Jungkook said. You scoffed in reply and Jungkook nodded his head. “Yeah, it’s stupid, but they want us to pretend like everything is okay. Maybe they think that one day it will actually be true.”

“It must be easy for them to think that way,” you remarked, with slight disdain laced in your voice. Jungkook mimicked your panic when he saw your eyes widen. “It’s nothing personal,” you said as you waved your hands in front of your body. “It’s just that the Guardians are trained to fight and can kill Strigoi. People like me, Moroi, can’t defend themselves. We are helpless in the face of danger.”

Although Jungkook hadn’t given much thought to Moroi learning how to fight, he could understand your frustration. He would be frustrated too if he were in your shoes. It had always been that way -- Dhampirs train to protect Moroi, even though every Moroi has an elemental power, and the Moroi live with the protection given by Dhampirs. That system seemed ridiculous, especially considering the fact that if given the proper training Moroi could have a fighting chance against Strigoi. Jungkook even began to wonder if Moroi and Dhampirs fought together, side by side, would Strigoi be less of an issue.

“Forget about what I said,” you said, when Jungkook failed to vocalize his thoughts. He wanted to reassure you that your frustration wasn’t misplaced and that he wasn’t offended that you found disgust with his superiors' nonchalance towards what happened. But he was too late, you were already walking ahead of him. He needed to catch up with you.

The whispers of his and Jimin’s heroic actions back at the Natural History Museum loudly permeated through the hallway as Jungkook quietly walked by your side to your first class, his thoughts consumed with what had been said during the meeting and his conversation afterwards with Jimin.

“They are wrong to act as if nothing is wrong,” Jungkook quietly said after catching up with you. “It’s not fair, especially since it leaves you at the mercy of Strigoi and Dhampir.”

Jungkook’s shoulders sagged in relief when he saw from the corner of his eye a small smile appear on your lips.

“Thank you,” you whispered. It didn’t go unnoticed on Jungkook’s end when you took a pause before asking him what had been on your mind all morning. “Are you okay?” You whispered to him as you walked down the hallway together. Jungkook looked at you for a moment and nodded his head.

“I’m fine, but everyone looking at us is,” Jungkook said trailing off, uncertain of how to describe the off-putting feeling of people whispers that were clearly about him.

“Yeah, all of the sudden attention is strange,” you replied.

“And unwanted,” Jungkook muttered. You laughed while looking into his doe-eyes. You would never say it out-loud, but his eyes were the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. No Moroi stood a chance when it came to his eyes. There was not enough appreciation in the world for brown eyes.

Jungkook smiled at you and for a moment the whispers in the hallway faded away, and it felt like it was just him with you. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you, until you spoke up to ask the question that had been nagging your soul.

“Are you feeling better?” You asked. Jungkook blinked and took a moment to ponder over your question. In truth, he felt stressed and worried over the field exam, the attack at the museum, and the nonchalance of his superiors, but he didn’t want to worry you with his worries.

“I’m alright,” Jungkook finally replied. “Just doing what needs to be done.”

You nodded your head in understanding. You could tell that Jungkook wasn’t ready to talk about how he really felt and you hoped that he had someone he felt comfortable enough to talk to.

“We better get to class before the bell rings,” you said after a student accidentally bumped into you. “I don’t want to sit in the front of class, again,” you said. “It feels like every little thing I do is seen by the teacher.”

Jungkook laughed in understanding and followed you into your first class of the day, World Civilizations. Without missing a beat, you took a seat towards the back corner of the classroom. You wanted to talk more with Jungkook before class started and you wanted to do so without prying eyes or ears. The walk to class was already unsettling enough as it was with people staring and whispering while Jungkook walked with you to your class.

“Do you know when you are getting your molnija mark?” You asked once the both of you had settled down into your seats.

Jungkook fidgeted nervously with his hands as he momentarily thought back to Guardian Lee telling him about the mark back when he was resting in the infirmary. “It’s tomorrow, after classes.”

“That’s pretty soon,” you remarked as you pulled out a purple spiral notebook and an erasable pen from your backpack. Jungkook nodded his head, the fidgeting continuing. “Would it be okay if I came?” Jungkook whipped his head to look at you in surprise. Mistaking his surprise for something else, you continued to speak. “It’s just, I’ve never had the chance to see someone get their mark. And I’ve heard that it’s significant for a Dhampir to get a molnija mark.”

He hadn’t expected you to ask if you could come, but it made sense. As you had heard, getting a molnija mark was special, especially as a Novice. For a Novice, getting a molnija mark before receiving the Promise mark was almost unheard of. “Of course!” He exclaimed, with a little too much enthusiasm. You smiled at his response and opened your mouth to reply, but was cut off with the teacher walking in and announcing the start of class.

“We can talk more later,” you whispered before setting your full attention to the lecture.

But later never came. The teachers at St. Vlads hardly wasted any class time with anything that took away from learning and it wasn’t until mealtime that Jungkook was able to socialize again. He made his way to sit with Jimin and Taehyung outside of the feeding rooms after leaving you to enter with your Moroi friends. They giggled and whispered after he had told you that he would be nearby if you needed him and that he would come by to walk you to class a few moments before the end of the meal.

“Have people always been this annoying?” Jungkook grumbled as he sat down with them on the couch.

“Yeah, they have,” Jimin said, unbothered by his surly attitude. He passed a couple of triangle kimbap to Jungkook. “It’s just that you’ve been so caught up in your studies that you failed to see how annoying people can be.”

“It’s why it’s fun to watch girls flirt with you,” Taehyung chimed in. “You’re so focused on training to be a Guardian that you don’t even see it.”

“Girls have been flirting with me?” Jungkook incredulously asked with a large mouthful of rice in his mouth.

Taehyung guffawed and Jimin was barely able to contain his own laughter. “Did you not see how Y/N’s friends were looking at you when you walked her to her lunch table, Jungkook?” Taehyung asked with mirth dancing in his eyes.

The tips of Jungkook’s ears turned red and he shook his head. “They’re just like that because of what happened at the museum.”

“Mmhmm,” Taehyung replied. Before Taehyung could continue to tease him, he was called over by one of the attendants in the waiting room.

“Your regular is here, Mr. Kim.”

Taehyung beamed and quickly followed the attendant to feed.

Years ago Jungkook would have wrinkled his nose at the interaction, but recently he learned to dismiss the feeling of disgust and accept the reality. Moroi needed to feed and it was better to feed on a willing person than an unwilling person. Granted it wasn’t like it took a lot to convince a person to be feeder. The bite from a Moroi or a Strigoi would release endorphins through the vampire’s saliva, which would cause the person being fed on to feel intense pleasure. Although Jungkook no longer felt uncomfortable at the thought of feedings, he did not have the desire to watch a vampire feed. The very idea was terrifying for him.

“I’ve been thinking lately,” Jimin said. Jungkook swallowed a bit of his kimbap and playfully smiled.

“Oh no.” Jimin rolled his eyes and bumped his shoulders against Jungkook’s shoulders.

“It’s not like, you little shit,” Jimin replied. “I’ve been thinking about the future and what we’re gonna do.”

Jungkook turned to him, his eyes widening. “What do you mean? I thought you had it all figured out. You’re gonna guard Taehyung.”

“Of course I’m going to,” Jimin started to say with the utmost confidence. “But it doesn’t have to be just me.”

“What do you mean?” Jungkook asked.

“You know, most royals require two Guardians to watch over them. I know it might be insane to have two Novices ask to guard a royal, but if you want, you could petition to be a Guardian for Taehyung,” Jimin suggested. “I know that you want to avoid guarding high-profile Moroi, but you wouldn’t be alone and the both of us could look after Taehyung together.”

Jungkook’s mouth dropped at Jimin’s suggestion, the triangle kimbap long forgotten. The thought of guarding Taehyung with Jimin was very alluring, but he did not want to overstep any boundaries or insert himself in a place where he should not be. Guarding Taehyung was not a bad idea at all. He was friends with Taehyung and it would be better to guard someone that he knew and enjoyed spending time with, instead of risking getting stuck with a Moroi that had a nasty personality.

“Really? Are you sure?” Jungkook asked just to make sure that Jimin’s offer wasn’t empty.

“Of course! We’ve all known each other for years, and if you want to, it would be great to stay together and guard Taehyung.”

“Is Taehyung okay with this? Does he know about this?”

Jimin laughed and nodded. “Yeah! He’s the one that brought it up, actually. We’ve talked about it a few times and now seemed like a good time to bring it up to you.”

Jungkook blinked and nodded his head. He wasn’t quite sure what to say. Guarding Taehyung would solve his problem with not knowing what to do after graduation. Although the idea of guarding a royal was not Jungkook’s cup of tea, he started to think that maybe it wouldn’t be too bad because Jimin would be with him and he actually knew Taehyung.

Jimin could see the gears turning in Jungkook’s head and spoke up. “You don’t need to make a decision now, but we want you to know that we are an option.” Jimin patted Jungkook’s shoulder and they both smiled at each other. “You don’t have to do this alone.”

Jungkook was taken off guard by the kind sentiment and did his best to school his features so that it couldn’t be seen how much that simple phrase touched him. When was the last time that he felt like he wasn’t alone in all of this?

“I --- I don’t know how to not do this alone,” Jungkook said, still stunned.

Jimin continued to smile brightly. “That’s okay, you can just take it one step at a time; start with little things.” Jungkook nodded his head, unsure of what to say. A brief moment of silence and both of them were pulled out of their moment when the familiar bell signaling the end of mealtime rang. “I’m gonna go get Taehyung, so that we can go to his next class. I’ll see you later.”

With a final pat on Jungkook’s back, Jimin left to find his Moroi. Looking around the waiting room, Jungkook saw that you were talking to the receptionist at the front desk. He saw that your backpack was in a cubby, and decided to carry it for you so that you could continue your conversation.

“Thank you,” you said with a bright smile, as you walked over the cubby. Jungkook nodded and followed you to your next class. He would have asked you how your lunch was or what you thought of your last two classes for the night, but there were too many people in the hallways and a conversation felt impossible without people staring and murmuring.

Your fourth period class passed by in a quick blur for Jungkook and before either of you knew it, he was walking with you into your fifth period class -- the last class of the day. As you had with all of your classes, you took a seat in the back of the classroom to avoid any unwanted attention. Jungkook followed his usual routine of scanning the area and taking note of everyone in your class. He wouldn't put it past a Guardian to stage a “Strigoi” attack, even if he had just barely been discharged from the infirmary. Jungkook had been so caught up in his observations that he barely registered with your art teacher starting class. He blinked, pulling himself out of his intense observations to hear your teacher talking about a two week-long project. He felt you tense next to him, but this came to no surprise to him. Within the first few days of “guarding” you Jungkook found out that you were not an artist, although he made no comment about it. If anything, he felt bad that you had to sit through a subject that you clearly did not enjoy or feel comfortable with.

Right after the teacher finished explaining the expectations for the project you started to pull out what you needed, which consisted of a very well kept notebook for sketching and a couple of pencils.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” you whispered to him as you opened your sketchbook. Jungkook turned to you, surprise written all over his face. “You know when my friends wouldn’t shut up by the feeding rooms.”

“Ah... It was nothing,” he lied while scratching the back of his head. “No worries.”

“Are you sure? I feel bad about it. I know that you aren’t into all the attention that people have been giving you for what happened. I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything,” you said, trailing off towards the end.

“According to Taehyung this is something that’s happened plenty of times before the attack, so it’s not the end of the world,” Jungkook replied to assure you that he was not overtly upset by what had happened, he had just been irritated. He didn’t think it was worth spending too much time thinking over it.

“Oh ok,” you said.

Silence followed, as you pulled out your phone to look for inspiration and potential reference ideas for your project.

Jungkook continued his assessment of the environment for anything amiss. He noted the posture of the newly placed Guardian at the right side of the room. He looked for the tell-tale signs of a “Strigoi” attack from the Guardian, but found nothing in the Guardian’s countenance that would suggest any surprises. Jungkook then took note of the students in the classroom. He could see nothing amiss as Moroi spoke freely with each other as the Dhampirs in the room kept alert for any challenge that could occur during the field test.

“Do you like art?” You asked, out of blue. Jungkook blinked. He was taken off guard by your sudden question, but it wasn’t unwelcome.

“I guess it depends on what kind of art it is,” Jungkook began to say. “I don’t mind going to art museums and looking at paintings and sculptures. When I’m bored in class or just bored, I’ll doodle and I’ve gone to a couple paint nights with friends, but I really like photography and videography.”

“Do you do it often -- taking pictures and filming things?”

“Only when I’m going out. It’s hard to find time to take pictures or film during school.” His last year at St. Vlad’s kept him so busy that he was certain that his camera was covered in dust. If the trip to the museum hadn’t taken place during the field exam, he would have brought his camera to take videos and pictures of his friends and things that caught his eye. Jungkook had a feeling that he already knew the answer to his question, but it was polite to ask and there was a chance that his guess could be wrong. “What about you?”

“I’m not really good at art, but I’m trying,” you sheepishly admitted.

Jungkook nodded in understanding. Although he wouldn’t be the first to admit it, he knew what it was like to struggle at something.

“But I like looking at art and because of this class I’ve come to appreciate the impressionist movement,” you continued to say. The conversation paused as you thought of an idea for your project and wrote it down on a sticky note.

“What are you going to do for your project?” Jungkook asked.

“I’m not really sure. I know for sure that I want to paint and I’m thinking of using watercolor as my medium,” you replied. “Professor Lin said that theme was ��Through the looking glass,’ -- whatever that means.”

Jungkook chuckled with you. He was not envious of you working on this assignment.

“Is Professor Lin letting you use whatever medium you like?”

“Yes, he is, which is nice. I suppose I shouldn’t complain too much. I’d rather choose my medium and have a vague-ish theme than not being able to choose my preferred medium.”

“Me too. It takes off the stress of having to worry about using techniques that you’re not familiar with,” Jungkook agreed. “Anyway, I should let you get back to it.”

With a nod of your head, you immediately get back to doing research on your phone. Jungkook took this time to once again survey his surroundings and for a moment things felt like they used to -- before the Strigoi had almost killed him and his friends. Jungkook froze at the thought and felt a deep pit settle in his stomach. Everything in the classroom faded away as it finally hit him; he had almost died. It wasn’t the first time that his life had been at risk of death, but he was older now and he could feel things more clearly. He wondered if the others -- Jimin, Taehyung, and you -- had the same realization. He looked towards Jimin and Taehyung who sat at the front of the classroom. Taehyung was deeply concentrating on his phone while Jimin was smiling at his best friend. Maybe they didn’t feel as he felt or they were better at hiding it.

Jungkook rolled his shoulders and blinked to bring him out of his thoughts. A moment like this in the real world would have put him and the Moroi he would guard at risk. He couldn’t afford to get distracted by his emotions now. He needed to be here and now.

The class passed by painstakingly slowly, but Jungkook held firm in his concentration. He knew that the look on his face was not pleasant because whenever anyone would turn to look his way they would quickly look away. As he walked you back to your dorm, Jungkook wondered if he should ask you if felt as he just did during class, but he didn’t want to accidentally cause you to think of it if you hadn’t thought about it yet.

With a quick goodbye, Jungkook made his way to his dorm and looked out the windows to see the morning Sun slowly rising. As the Sun’s rays began to illuminate the hallway that only contained tired Dhampirs trudging to their rooms, Jungkook was reminded that this whole process would be repeated in less than twelve hours. He would wake up again right at sunset and would mentally prepare himself for the night that was to come. It had only been a day since his discharge and the monotony of the field test was getting to him. Upon entering his room, Jungkook went to the window to quickly close his black blackout curtains and lay down on his bed. The worries of the coming days could wait. For now he needed to rest.

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kinky-jk · 1 year ago

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Late to the party but this so fast-paced smackesy 👻🎃💦

Ghostface killer

Kinktober 👻

Jungkook x reader

Word count: 1k +

Genre: short drabble, smut - minors DNI

Summary: Dominant Jungkook fucks you at a Halloween party in his ghostface costume.

Warnings: smut, explicit language, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, praise kink, spanking, orgasm denial

Note: been a while since I wrote some smut. Literally wrote this straight after I got ghosted and then blocked & was done being a dramatic mess lmfaooo. Anyways enjoy :) and stream 3D <3

Dominant Jungkook fucking you in his ghostface outfit while you’re bent over the sink taking his cock like the good girl you are.

You’re a stuttering mess, not just because you can feel him hitting your stomach with each hard stroke, but because you can see both of your reflections in the mirror, and how wicked is the sight, given that it is Halloween night, you both fit right up to the part, especially Jungkook who has a firm hold on your neck, his ghostface mask discarded, sitting on top of his head so you can see his lips between his teeth, loud grunts escaping them with each thrust.

“Baby baby please oh my god”. The grip you have on the sink makes no difference in supporting you when your legs become a quivering, weak mess. Jungkook uses his free arm to keep you up as your pussy clenches around his cock.

His hand leaves your neck, moving down to your pussy to rub you through your mini orgasm. He watches you with low eyes as you moan his name. He loves watching you from his position, how you’re always ready to take him and how submissive you are. The way his name rolls off your tongue is enough to send him straight to his orgasm, but he doesn’t want this to end so quickly.

You’re not surprised Jungkook has managed to make you cum so quickly, and you’re definitely not surprised when he shows you no mercy.

“Nuh uh I ain’t even done yet”. You watch him through the mirror. His eyes dark as they trail down your bare spine to your ass.

His pace slowens a bit before he harshly thrusts into you, knocking any air out of your lungs. He holds his position while his cock is balls deep inside of you. Your breath is caught in your throat as you adjust to this new pressure.

His hand moves to your neck again softly caressing it as his deep voice coos in your ear,“Breathe y/n”

You finally release a breath and shudder at the same time, you’re sure you can already feel another orgasm coming.

“Well done baby, you’re doing such a good job taking me” his thumb enters your plump lips and you immediately suck on it as you moan. “Good girl”.

He watches you in the mirror, your eyebrows furrowed as you adjust to his full length, bottom lip puckered as you softly suck on his thumb, a truly great sight for him.

With no warning he begins again at a slow pace which shorty quickens enough for you to be stumbling on your feet over the sink again. He grabs you by your face pulling you up so that your back is up against his torso. He harshly kisses you while mumbles, “fuck baby, you’re so good for me”

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your eyes are watery from the unbearable pleasure you’re feeling and the slight pressure that was on your neck. Your makeup is smudged from the sweat and the way Jungkook held your face with his hand. Your breasts are spilling out of your bra and your stockings already have your juices running down onto them. Your whole costume may as well be discarded.

The background consists of loud music and murmured voices from the party. But the people are the least of your worries, you’re worrying about how you’re going to survive the night with Jungkook, or in this case ghostface because you’re sure he is trying to kill you when he lifts your leg up so he can get better access to your entrance.

You’re not sure what’s taken over Jungkook tonight, whether it’s the ghost face costume or the slight tension that’s been lingering between you two for the past week, but the way he’s ramming into you with your leg resting on the counter, pussy open for him, has you loving this.

Your juices coat his cock and his and your skin connect with each stroke. He feels your pussy clenching around him after each movement, both hands around your neck as he roughly enters you with a grunt.

“J-Jungkook p-please” you choke out a whimper, feeling him stretch out your walls. The sound of your wetness mixed with his pelvis connect with your ass is enough to send you over the edge.

“Hmm yeah. Take this dick baby” he grabs your face and turns it again so he can kiss you. “Jungkook I can’t I’m gonna cum” your words are muffled by his sloppy kiss.

“Nah I’m not done with you” he chuckles almost devilishly.

“P-please Jungkook I- I I’m gonna” you can’t even finish your sentence you’re so fucked out.

You hear him chuckle behind you at your state.“You ain’t coming till I say so princess”

You moan both in pleasure and annoyance. You’re growing tired and your pussy is definitely going to be sore in the morning. You take your leg from off of the counter.

“Just hold on baby. Can you do that for me yeah?”

You don’t answer him which earns a smack to your ass. You yelp looking back at him in surprise.

“I asked you a question” his eyebrow is raised. You can barely form a sentence let alone answer his questions.

“Yes yes just please” you moan out for him as both of his hands grab your waist, guiding you to his desired pace. Your ass continues to hit his pelvis, causing there to be a slight ricochet that makes him bite his lip at the sight.

“Fuck baby, just like that” he grunts when you circle your hips on his length.

“Baby please I’m gonna cum” your legs are closed as much as you can close them, you’re trying your hardest to prolongue your orgasm but the way his strokes are so intense really makes it hard for you.

He lets his tip rest just in the entrance of your pussy before slamming into you.

“Shh, I’m almost there princess. Just hold on a bit more” his hand caresses your cheek.

You cry out in pleasure, it becoming to unbearable for you to handle. You clench your pussy to try and stop your orgasm from coming but that only makes you grip on his dick which earns another slap to your ass.

“Fuck, this pussy’s so wet just for me” he admires how your juices cover his cock.

When he doesn’t hear anything from you other than your moans and heavy breathing, he gives you another slap to your ass. “Tell me”.

“Ugh this pussy’s just for you Jungkook, fuck”

“Hmm that’s right, say my name again” he can feel his orgasm approaching and the sound of your needy voice is enough to quicken the process.

“Please Jungkook”. You whimper to his desire.

“Hmmmm” he grunts and that’s enough to send you over the edge. You tried your best.

“Oh my god. Fuck Kook please” your eyes are tightly shut and your legs are a quivering mess as you cum undone all over his length. Your wetness trickles down your legs, your body slumping over the sink as you go weak, limp.

A few more thrusts and Jungkook is shortly following you. “Fuuuuuck”. His body hunches over yours as he gently hugs you from behind, his nut filling you up. You feel the warmth inside of you which makes you hum in content.

He rests inside you for a moment as you both catch your breaths, both exhausted and a mess. He sends small kisses on the back of your neck, whispering, “Happy Halloween baby”.

#jungkook jeon #jungkook smut #jungkook #jeonjk #jungkookoneshot #bts fics #jungkookfics #jungkookghostface #halloween

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yuzukult · 4 years ago

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effortlessly pt. 4 || jungkook & reader

title: effortlessly pairing: jungkook x reader genre: fluff, romance, school!au, smut (not in this chapter) words: 3.8k on the shorter side note: again, i may need to do some proofreading!!! enjoy :)

series: part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six || part seven || part eight || part nine || part ten || epilogue

The sun shining through the blinds warms your skin as you groan while rubbing your eyes drowsily at the contact. Sliding off Jungkook’s body and cloaking your face into the pillow, you sigh heavenly. Although still exhausted, after confessing your feelings to the sleeping Jungkook the night before, you felt relieved.

Jungkook? He thinks he hasn’t slept a wink. There may have been a moment or two where he dazed off to the point that he thought he fell asleep but in actuality, he could barely get himself to close his eyes long enough.

Well, you did tell him you loved him last night.

How else was he supposed to react? He spent the entire 8 hours with a billion thoughts running through his mind incessantly. Sure, he constantly showered you with affection, occasionally slipping in some pick up lines, and flirting ceaselessly but he never believed that you would ever reciprocate those same feelings... or even come close to the point of potentially realizing how you felt. A hopeful dream was what it was and the only way to prevent heartbreak was to prioritize his aspirations to become a swimmer.

Regardless of that... he’d been in love with you for over a decade, so what does this mean now?

You confessed to his sleeping body, or well— “sleeping.” Does he tell you that he heard everything you said? Would that be too much? It felt like he was eavesdropping on a conversation he shouldn’t have listened in on, even if you were saying it directly to him. But you said those things unfiltered, assuming that he wouldn’t hear anything.

Chewing his bottom lip with his brows wrinkled, he pondered in silence as your body beside him is shifting constantly under the covers, switching in different positions. Edges of his mouth twitching into a soft smile at the sight of you, he runs his fingers through his messy locks, finally coming to a decision.

Jungkook is going to take this opportunity to tell you that he loves you. The proper way, of course, since technically he isn’t supposed to know about your confession. He’s going to make up for what happened with what should have happened.

“You’re awake?” You grumble, voice husky. He chuckles at the sound, pinching your cheek gently. “Yeah, been awake for a while. Getting up any time soon?”

Shaking your head, you drop your face back into the pillow, muffling your words. “I just wanna sleep all day. Did you have any plans for today?”

He hums a moment in thought, glancing over at you. “I didn’t initially, but I think we should do something today. Did you have anything in mind that you want to do lately?”

Turning your head, you glare at your best friend. “You’re the one who wants to go somewhere.”

“True but I wanted to give you the option to pick.”

Rolling your eyes, you purse your lips in response. “Let’s get pizza and go to the beach.”

“Beach?”

“Yeah, you said you wanted to give me an option to pick. I heard it’s going to be nice and hot outside, and if you’re not letting me stay indoors in the amazing AC, you’re taking me to the beach to cool down.”

“Sassy,” He says, pushing a strand of your hair away from your face and behind your ear. “But okay. We can do that. I’m down for it.”

“Just us two?”

“Just us two.” You liked the sound of that.

The sun barely pecks your skin in the morning but it’s noon now, and the sun hates you. Toes digging into the sand as Jungkook leads to find a spot to put the umbrella, you’re weeping from the heat under your feet and the sun scorching your skin.

“Jungkook, I’m fucking melting.”

“Yes miss, we are all melting in this heat. We are all bitches to the sun right now.”

You’re grumbling, dragging your legs with you as you fix the straps on the duffle bag that sits as a crossbody on your frame. “Jeon, hurry up and pick a spot before I become one with the sand!”

“Quit being such a drama queen.” He rolls his eyes playfully, finally deciding on a spot that wasn’t too far from the water but wasn’t close enough to be swept in by the tide. “This seems like a good spot.”

“It only took months.” He flicks your forehead. “I said quit it, drama queen.”

After sticking the umbrella into the sand and setting up the rest of the necessities for the day, you throw your body onto the mat, groaning loudly in relief that the tasks had been completed. “I enjoy this, other than the sun burning my skin before I even got the chance to put on sunscreen.”

“You’re still in your denim shorts and T-shirt,” Jungkook comments, now shirtless with just his swim trunks on. “That’s why you’re sweating like that. Hurry and get ready, I’ll put sunblock on you.” Abiding by his instruction, you strip yourself from the shirt that clings to your body in sweat and the thick shorts that absorbed most of the sun’s heat. Left in your bikini, you turn yourself around to lay on the mat.

His breath hitches again— it seems to be a common reaction from him lately to anything that has to do with you. He wishes he could press butterfly kisses against your soft and supple skin but he shakes away the urges before squirting some of the sunscreen in his hands and rub your back.

“Hold on.” You say and he pauses, hands stopping in midair. Your arm reaches around to your back, pulling the strands of your black bikini to unravel, exposing more of your back and he clears his throat when he loses control of his breathing patterns. “What are you doing? We’re in public.”

“Tan lines,” you respond casually, resting your cheek on a folded towel. “Go on.”

Jungkook felt like he was having an inner argument with himself. Everything you did was almost in a teasing manner, and especially with the newfound knowledge that you’re in love with him— he can’t help but find you even more attractive than before. Maybe he was delusional, but he was starting to feel like you were doing this on purpose.

“Thanks.” Retying your top, you turn yourself around to lay on your back, lathering the lotion onto the front portions of your body. “You want me to do yours?”

“No.” He quickly replies, face flushed pink. The thought of your hands touching his skin... he didn’t think he’d be able to handle it. Realizing how suspicious he sounded, he corrects himself. “I mean, no... I’m okay.”

Wrapping your fingers around his wrist, you tighten your grasp before pulling him onto the mat and forcing him to lay on his stomach, squirting a decent amount of the product onto your hands. He’s groaning at the sudden impact, face pressed against the toughness of the mat, rubbing his face with his hand. “What was that for?”

“You’re just being so weird today.” Applying the sunscreen onto his back, you move in motions as his body tenses under your touch. “Can you just relax? You’re starting to be even more weird. Weirder than usual.”

“Weirder than usual?” He reiterates, words a bit muffled from his cheek being crushed. “I’m not being weird.”

“Yes, you are.” You retort sternly, slapping his lower back to insinuate your completion of the task. “All morning. You said you slept, but I can tell you didn’t because well... look at your eyebags! Jeon, what’s wrong with you?”

“Don’t worry about it! Let’s enjoy the day.” He says, finishing up the rest of his body before giving you a wave and jumping into the water.

Jungkook is and always will be insufferable.

Your favorite part of any beach trip is when the sun begins to set, the breeze from the ocean kicking in, and the fragrance of the salty sea is inhaled into your lungs, bringing you a sense of peace and tranquility. The best view along with this is Jungkook, who sits in the sand, feet and lower half of his body submerged in the water, enjoying the weather. The top of the evening was that both your stomachs are full with pizza for dinner.

Standing up from the little area that the two of you had made for yourselves, you invite yourself into a spot beside your best friend, resting your head on his shoulder. “This is nice. The weather, the water, just us. We haven’t had this in a while.”

Turning his head to glance at you, a soft smile appears on his lips. “We’re always together.”

“Not alone, not like this.” You sigh, fingers drawing shapes along the sand. “We’re usually with someone. Your team, Yura... anyone, really. I miss when it’s just the two of us. It feels like you’re afraid to actually be alone with me or something.”

“We have sleepovers though, what about that?”

“Do we ever really talk during movies? Then we sleep right after.”

Lately, it had occurred to you that despite all this “time” that you had been spending with Jungkook wasn’t really any time. Lunch had been inhabited by engaging with girls who crushed on Jungkook, and the remaining times were dedicated to socializing with Yura and his teammates. Movie nights were great, but silence would burden the room, and afterwards, he’d be too tired from a swim meet that he would fall asleep instantaneously. There was no more ‘you and Jungkook’ time. It felt like only just you.

“I guess... I really never thought of it like that.” He admits, fingers threading through his dampen locks. He senses the tenderness in your voice at the topic, a tightening feeling in his chest knowing that he’s the one making you feel this way. “I never paid attention to any of that. Did you feel that way for a while?”

“It’s alright though, just something I have to get used to.” Tearing your head off his shoulder, you lay your body completely onto the sand. “Sometimes I forget that we’re not together. It’s hard because there’s...” Sucking in a deep breath of courage, you continue. “... there’s a fine line between friendship and relationship. That’s why I didn’t want to... you know, have sex again. It felt as though you only wanted to do this because of sex.”

“What?” He interjects immediately, head snapping in your direction. “That’s crazy. I wanted to do it again because I was afraid I ruined it for you.”

“I thought I told you it was good enough!”

“But ‘good enough’ isn’t good enough for me. I love you, and I want to make you feel good, I want to make you feel what you’re worth, and that it wasn’t just some deployment to get rid of our virginities. I meant what I said, I really wanted to give mine to you.”

“Jungkook, you know I love you too. But don’t you want to do it with someone else?”

“No, I don’t. I don’t think you know what it means when I say that I love you.”

Furrowing your brows questioningly, you prop your head onto your arm. “What are you talking about.”

Sighing frustratedly at himself, he positions his body down completely beside yours, head resting on top of his forearm. “I’m in love with you. I thought that you’d never feel the same way about me. I know you thought I was sleeping last night, but I heard what you said.”

Your body is stunned rigid. Jungkook doesn’t stop. “You were my best friend since grade school, and I enjoyed every minute I got to spend with you. Truthfully, I think the time I started to fall for you was when we hit early high school and I realized that guys were chasing you. I never noticed it before, but seeing it then sparked a fire in me. I hated every one of them, even if they were a friend. Then again, who was I to tell these people that they couldn’t have you? I didn’t even have the guts to tell you how much I love you.”

Mouth agape, you inhale deeply. “I... you heard me last night?”

“Of course. I just... didn’t know how to react because what if I make you uncomfortable?”

“Uncomfortable? You’ve vomited, farted, and took a shit in the bathroom as I was showering, and now you’re worried if I’m uncomfortable?” Sitting up with sand sticking to your skin, you ignore the discomfort and lock your gaze with his. “Jungkook, I really meant what I said last night. I... didn’t think you’d ever like me back because you seemed like you weren’t interested in any relationship, honestly.”

“And I meant what I said when I told you that you’re the only girl in my life.”

Lips pursed in the reticence, you dig your toes into the ground, hesitant about speaking. “What does this make us now?”

Hair pushed back from swimming earlier and cheeks flushed pink from either being sunburned or from finally confessing his feelings for you, he watches your actions. “Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Everything is marginally outlandish on Monday morning after spending almost every waking moment with Jungkook over the weekend since the confession. There had been heated kisses, multiple cuddling sessions, and deep conversations that lasted through the hours of the night until one of you fell into a deep slumber.

But Monday morning? This means that the time together will include other people. Maybe less PDA, sure, but the thought of people finally knowing that the two of you were an item was... exhilarating, and if you were being forthright, you wanted to show off to the entire school population who Jungkook belonged to.

He’s standing outside of your house, waiting patiently with his car grunting after the start, leaning against the hood with a bright grin spread across his face. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“You look beautiful today.” You think he looks cute smiling cheekily like this. He actually looks like an idiot in other people’s eyes because of how dorky he is.

“I look like this everyday.”

“I know. That just means you’re beautiful everyday.”

Clicking your tongue at the cheesy comment, you make your way down the steps of your front porch as he opens the passenger door for you. “Well, this is new. You’ve never done this before?”

“I’ve also never had a real serious girlfriend before, and here we are.”

“If I knew what I was signing up for, I don’t think I would’ve agreed to this.” He’s in the driver’s seat at this moment, eyes still darting hearts in your direction as he gives your nose a gentle peck. “I’m just happy you’re mine now.”

“So... I take it as you told him you love him?” Yura’s doing the thing where she’s stuffing food in her mouth as she talks, but this time it’s some type of Japanese bread she raves about. “Yura... you’re getting bread all over my desk.”

She rolls her eyes in response, showing you her hand before swiping the crumbs off the surface. “Done-zo. So what now? You guys are dating? Are you going to be one of those girls who will wear their boyfriend’s varsity jacket all around the school? Possibly flaunting that you were able to claim the untouchable Jeon Jungkook?”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“No, you’re not being dramatic enough. What? How long has he been head over heels for you and you had no clue? Not even an ounce?”

“A decade?”

“A fucking decade, my dude. Don’t you just want to show off your new relationship because you’ve waited so long for this moment?”

Pulling off a piece of Yura’s bread, you shove some in her mouth. “Stop talking please, this is so embarrassing.”

“What’s so embarrassing about it?” She accidentally spits a bit of the bread in your face as you scrunch your nose in disgust, wiping off your cheek. “Yura!”

“Sorry. Anyway, what’s so embarrassing about it? You’re acting like he’s some guy who has done bad things and you were desperate enough to settle for a loser. This is your best friend, a potential professional swimmer, who is now your boyfriend. What’s up?”

“I’m kind of scared that all these girls are going to hate me now.” Yura scoffs at your response, shoving the remaining portion of bread in your direction. “You need some sweetness in your morning if you’re going to have such negative thoughts this early in the day.”

“And what about you? Didn’t you also say you had some crush on a guy?”

She waves her hand in dismissal, grabbing another piece of the carb. “He’s my brother’s best friend, not even an arms reach. Let’s switch the topic back to you, though.”

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore!” You grunted. “Well, too bad because Mr. Stole-Your-Heart is walking here now.”

Shooting your head around, you’re met with a beaming Jungkook with his swimming duffle slung over his shoulder as Hoseok trails behind. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“We keep greeting like this.”

“So we have.”

“Am I missing something here?” Hoseok impedes into the conversation, perplexity written all over his face. “Why are you guys talking like you haven’t been friends for years now?”

“Well,” Yura begins, eying the male. “They haven’t been dating for years so it’s still fresh. Hence the awkwardness.”

“Wait— you’re dating each other?” Appalled, he stumbles onto a desk behind him, hand over his chest. “You actually told her you loved her? This is crazy. Does this mean that you’re also the girl he keeps talking about that he lost his virginity to?”

Blood rushes to your cheeks, glowing coral. “Potentially.”

Adjusting the straps of his backpack on his shoulders, he straightens himself before twirling his body around to exit the classroom. “Sorry bro, I gotta let the team know. I can’t believe you actually went through with it!”

“Hoseok—” Jungkook rubs his face tiredly when his friend leave before giving you an apologetic look. “I’m going to chase after him. I’ll see you after class?”

“I’ll see you after class,” You confirm, and surprisingly enough, he leans in to give you a quick goodbye kiss before waving at Yura.

Yura’s eyes bulged to the point it looked like it would fall out of its sockets. “He— he actually did that? How much did I actually miss? Did you guys do it again?”

“How many questions are you going to ask?”

“All of them. Any single one that pops into my head. How could I not ask you any of these questions? What’s the point of being your friend if I can’t!” Yura jokes and you retaliate by throwing a pen at her.

“Look at who has arrived! The woman who has tamed our special Kook’s heart!” Namjoon exclaims brightly at the sight of you entering the pool’s arena, backpack over your shoulder as you make your way to your designated spot in the bleachers. “Jesus, stop embarrassing her.” Jungkook counters, pushing the guys away from your seat.

“Aw, come on. We never got to interrogate her as your girlfriend!”

“Isn’t interrogating her as my friend enough?”

“No,” Jin chimes in. “We didn’t get to ask her the girlfriend questions yet.”

Jungkook scowls at his teammates who bluster him at five against one. “What are you going to ask? I’ll answer for her.”

“Is she the one you lost your virginity to?”

“When did this happen?”

“Is Jungkook even good in bed? He just looks good but what about his delivery—“

“Whoa, whoa whoa!” Jungkook interrupts, dropping his bag onto the ground. “My delivery? You’re questioning my performance?”

“Performance?” Standing beside you at the bleachers, the entire swim team turns their heads in unison at the voice, faces gleaming at the owner of the voice.

“Taehyung!”

“What’s wrong with Jungkook’s performance?” He raises a brow quizzically, adjusting his own bag that hands across his chest. “He’s a great swimmer.”

Hoseok has his arm around the other male, leading him toward the locker room. “Our little Kook has a girlfriend now, and we’re trying to interrogate his girlfriend about his performance.”

“Jungkook has a girlfriend?” When Jimin responds with your name, Taehyung’s gaze meets your figure as you’re leaning comfortably in the spaces between the bleachers, legs pressed against your chest with AirPods occupying your ears and a book in your hand.

He never said, but Taehyung always had a slight crush on you. The rest of the swim team, including you, had all been around the same age, but he’d be ahead of the crowd in regards to education, therefore graduated earlier than the rest. Earning a swimming scholarship to study abroad restricted himself from ever letting you know his true feelings, but coming back around meant he could take the opportunity to at least let you know how he felt.

But he was too late. Or so you’d think.

“I got this for you, from the States, that is.”

“A mug?” Lifting up the Starbucks cup in your hand that he wrapped in a bow so carefully, you’re afraid that you’d accidentally unravel it. Grinning from cheek to cheek, your eyes meet with his. “New York?”

“I visited New York for a little bit before coming back here. Thought of you when I saw that. Figured you would like it.”

Gingerly placing the gift back into its bag, you pull out another item that Taehyun has packed for you. “What— what’s this?” He has a mischievous smile washing over his face, tugging at the bow tie around the plush in your hands.

“A sloth.”

“A sloth?”

Taehyung nods in return, hands slipping into the front pockets of his jeans. “You remind me of a sloth. Always so tired, moves slow sometimes—”

“Tae, are you insulting me?” Laughing at your reaction, he immediately shakes his head in discrepancy. “No, it’s a good thing really. You’re cute, and sloths are cute. Grounded, even though they’re in the trees, relaxing to be around, and you can’t help but to like them.”

Nodding in response, you hold the stuffed animal in your arms, content with his answer. “I’ll take that. I really like this, Taehyung. You didn’t have to bring this back for me.”

“Of course I had to bring you something back.” He bends forward, playfully pinching your nose. “You were always coming to our games to support us. Anyways, there’s a letter in the envelope when you get the chance to look more thoroughly.”

“Yep. Well, if you’d excuse me, they’re going to nag at me for leaving the locker room so suddenly instead of getting dressed to practice with them. I’ll catch you later?” You bow your head in agreement as you watch him run in the route of the locker room before searching through the bag before your fingers meet with a thick piece of paper.

Your name is written on the front of the pink envelope. Something makes your stomach churn at the appearance of the item. Inhaling deeply, you tear off the flap, a little too aggressively that the note falls out and onto the floor.

“What’s this?” Jungkook asks, picking up the mysterious paper, handing it to you. “Who gave you that?”

“Uh... Taehyung.”

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namjoonfluff · 4 years ago

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Homemade

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

genre: fluff, smut, you cook Jungkook his favourite meal and he fucks you to say thank you

word count: 1,300

note: I’m not great at writing smut but I felt like this needed it aha

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Things have been pretty stressful lately! Jungkook was working at the studio more than normal - spending twelve hours most days or maybe even longer practising his performance. He wouldn’t get back to the apartment you shared until one in the morning most days, by which point you were tucked up in bed deep in sleep. Quietly, he would creep around the bedroom and shuffle under the blankets to cuddle you while he could. After all, it wasn’t all Jungkook’s fault. You were also working as a nurse in the local hospital. Maybe two hours after he settled into bed, you were up and out of bed to head off on your 4am shift. Both of your work schedules were horrendous but somehow, you made it work!

You just missed the nights you climbed into bed together; watching TV, eating food, having sex… God it had been a while! You couldn’t quite remember the last time Jungkook had fucked you properly. You know, the kind of sex that has you thinking about it for days and days afterwards. The type which had your body fluttering every time your mind flashed back to those intimate moments! Unfortunately, even when you both made it home in time, the last thing either of you wanted to do was strip off and fuck like you used to. Neither of you had the energy most days to even make dinner, let alone have sex. You instead resigned yourself to takeout food and quick snacks before crashing on the bed. The most you would get is a passionate kiss and potentially a fondle of your breasts before you both hit the hay.

However, on the odd day off you had, you decided to do something special for Jungkook. He was so stressed out with tour preparations so you wanted to cheer him up. You knew the only way to Jungkook’s heart and that was, of course, food! Therefore, you decided to make him a special dish; one that he had confessed to loving at the beginning of your relationship - Kimchi Jjigae. As a non-native of South Korea, you were worried though. You really didn’t want to screw this up! Therefore, you had studied the recipe from a number of Korean recipe blogs and YouTubers.

About an hour before Jungkook returned home from practise, you rushed out to the local grocery store to grab everything you needed. There wasn’t much to the simple stew but from what you had read, it was a comforting staple of Korean cuisine. That was exactly what he needed right now - as well as yourself. The two of you worked to the bone with little rest. It was one of the qualities that had brought you together. You loved his dedication to the band and he felt exactly the same way about you and your work. However, you recognised the balance between work and play, knowing how important it was to relax for your mental health. If only he did too!

With everything in hand, you laid it out on the kitchen counter and grabbed the jar of Kimchi that Jungkook’s mother had prepared weeks ago. All of a sudden, you felt overwhelmed. The sudden self imposed pressure to create an authentic meal bubbled up inside of you. What if he hated it? Wouldn’t that just ruin his day? Despite your fears, you proceeded with a huff. It was going to be okay! Your hands moved quickly to follow the instructional video in front of you. You carefully marinated the pork while the Kimchi cooked in a pot on the stove. A little laugh left your lips when you noticed the pot still had a sticker on it from the store - clearly unused despite living together for a year now.

It wasn’t long before the whole apartment was filled with the scent of spices. At the strong smell of garlic and chilli, you nodded in approval. A sense of pride filled you seeing the stew bubbling on the oven. It looked good to you, at least. In fact, it wasn’t that dissimilar to the pictures you had found online. You just hoped Jungkook liked it!

“Baby!” You heard him call as he opened the front door. “Wow! What is that smell?” Tempted by the smell coming from the kitchen, you heard Jungkook rush into the space - chucking off his shoes and throwing down his bag as he went. He wrapped his arms around your waist and peered over your shoulder. “Is that what I think it is?” He gasped. At the sight of his favourite dish, his eyes lit up. The often tired and almost dull-looking brown orbs now filled with a warm, gooeyness that could only be compared to melted chocolate.

“Yup!” You said proudly, holding a stew-soaked wooden spoon to show your true chef abilities. “I made it!” In the moment, he had never looked more in love with you. His grip around your waist and the chin on your shoulder felt tighter - as if he never wanted to let you go! You almost felt embarrassed at the way he gazed at your face, beaming with a shared pride. It was like something as simple as cooking his favourite meal was the kindest thing he had ever experienced. And you were so pleased to be a part of that moment. With the sauce blended, you served up the stew into two different bowls. Jungkook still refused to let go of you so he remained a clingy shadow on your back. If this hadn’t been the first time you had felt his embrace properly in weeks, you would have shrugged him off. But it was so relaxing to feel his warm breath on the back of your neck. The scent of his cologne also lingering in the air - almost overtaking the smell of stew.

“I don’t want to let go!” He giggled into your ear.

“But we need to eat,” You pouted, picking up the bowls of stew. With Jungkook refusing to let go like a koala bear, you ended up dragging him to the dining table. Not only had you put together the Kimchi Jjigae but there was a variety of side dishes available; it was truly a feast!

After a few minutes of slurping and chewing, you asked: “So, how is it?”

“It could do with a little more seasoning,” He smirked, pointing at the bowl of stew with his chopsticks.

Despite his joke, you felt a little downhearted by his words. After all, you had tried hard to get the dish as authentic as possible. “I’m joking,” Jungkook smiled reassuringly. “It’s really good. Are you sure you aren’t Korean?” You let out a laugh. “I’m pretty sure!” “What did I do to deserve you?” He let out a gentle sigh. Shortly after finishing your meal, you both got up to wash the dishes. However, Jungkook had other things on his mind. While you’re running the bowls under water, he pressed his body against yours. A finger clasped onto the loose strand of hair falling onto your chest and moved it back, exposing the skin on the side of your neck. Without saying a word, Jungkook hovered his lips over your skin and began lightly kissing the area.

“I think the dishes can wait until tomorrow,” You could feel his lips form a smirk as they were still pressed against your neck. “I have something else in mind.” “Oh, you do now,” You raised a brow, not that Jungkook could see it because he was too busy peppering your chest with kisses now.

“You made me a lovely dinner,” He whispered against your collarbone. “Now, let me show you what I can do for you!”

Not being able to resist his words, you dropped the bowl into the soapy water and flipped in Jungkook’s arms. He almost looked shocked when your hands wrapped around his neck and lips connected with his immediately. His lips were soft and welcoming like a bed you couldn’t wait to dive into. And in the same way, Jungkook used his large hands to remind himself of each body curve. The moment his fingers connected with your lower stomach a spark was ignited; there was no way to control it. It had been so long since you had experienced such passion that you were moaning against his mouth already. For the first time in a long time, you wanted him to fuck you right there on the kitchen counter. It just goes to show what a good meal can do!

It’s not long before Jungkook’s hands were all over you; tearing off your tank top and pulling at your bra to release it. There you sat atop the kitchen counter with your breasts exposed to your boyfriend who just licked his lips. However, with just your skin exposed, you felt left out. You wanted to see Jungkook - all of him. Quickly your hands plucked the buttons off his shirt and peeled it open to worship his muscular chest and complexion.

“Fuck!” You moaned, seeing his chest heaving up and down.

As he watched you eye-fuck him, it turned Jungkook on even more then he already was. That’s why his plump lips were quick to start teasing at your chest, touching and biting your skin while his hand reached the top of your jeans. His hand gently slipped down to start slowly massaging your throbbing vagina. Jungkook knew exactly what he was doing when he rubbed your sensitive clit with his thumb; going round and round in circles to get your breathing heavy. He made sure to take extra care around your clit because that was a sure fire way to make you cum quickly.

“You’re so wet,” Jungkook whispered. “So wet for me, baby!”

It wasn’t long before the orgasm inside you was released. The legs wrapped around Jungkook’s waist were shaking and toes curled as you moaned through the pleasure. No one could make you cum better than he did. He always did everything just right!

“Fuck, Jungkook!” You breathed heavily. “I want you to fuck me!”

Feeling the wetness soaking through your underwear, you waited with anticipation as Jungkook took off his pants and exposed his cock. It was glorious, glistening with pre-cum as it rested on his stomach. With one quick and fluid motion, he dragged you closer to him on the counter. Jungkook needed to line you up perfectly with his hard cock so he could fuck you in exactly the right place. He gently slid across your panties and pushed his thick cock into your wet pussy. You were so ready for him, your core immediately coating him with your cum. You moaned as he entered, feeling his length completely stretching you out - as if it was the first time all over again.

“Feels so good!” He moaned, pounding his member in and out of you. “Tell me how much you love it!”

“Love your cock,” You reciprocated a moan. “Love how it stretches my pussy!”

After a few more powerful thrusts, Jungkook released his load inside you. He looks completely exhausted as you both flop together and share a moment of complete and utter silence. All you could hear were the heavy breaths falling from your mouths as you recovered from the pleasure. You wanted to stay in that moment forever. It would be nice to forget about all the responsibilities you both had and just fuck all day. Once you leave the post-sex haze, you feel Jungkook poke the end of your noice and say: “I fucking love you, you know that?” You nodded with a smile. And you couldn’t help but think you needed to make Kimchi Jjigae more!

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jaefmin · 4 years ago

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Detention - J.jk

Chapter 1

Pairing: Jungkook X female reader

Genre: Teacher!jungkook, fluff, mutual pinning, subteacher!jungkook, mild kissing scenes

Warnings: None

WC: 2.13k

Bangtan's anniversary special!

Ever since original biology teacher had been sick, everyone was wilding around, doing whatsoever bullshit, celebrating about the free period that you all just got. Mr. Jeon was the substitute teacher, and unlike Ms. Bass, he would let the class free. He had a cold and caring attitude at once, something rare a teacher would have. He was different from all other teachers, in a good way. Everyone had a feeling that they could trust him. "Alright, I don't care whether you've heard this or not, but your original biology teacher is pregnant. She won't be teaching you until the rest of the year, so I'm your new biology teacher."

Having him for like more than 6 months?!? Man this is gonna be fun. You could hear some girls squealing from the back, totally understanding how they feel. You were figuratively screaming inside. Before you could go into the dream world and imagine all sorts of situations that you know are not gonna happen, Mr. Jeon's voice snapped. "I think Ms. Olivia already told you that you're going to be seeing your results today?" The class nods, and even though how much results disappoint you, the ear-to-ear smile stays plastered on your face. "She's quite disappointed within all of you." Mr. Jeon started handing out the papers. He passed by your desk, and coldly handed out your paper. You already knew that your grade wouldn't be more than a 'C'. Having no point looking at your answer sheet, you enjoy the upfront view of the teacher you admire.

Mr. Jeon swiftly finishes his job, and children start muttering here and there, comparing their marks. "Oh no someone didn't get more than a 'C'?" A guy sitting beside teases you. You didn't notice you held you're paper in a way revealing everything. You personally like to keep your grades a secret, everything a secret. Nobody liked you, just because they thought that you were an annoying little brat. Of course, you were really different from what others thought, just a bit hesitant to open up. It seemed like every one was blocking you out, and the real fun of the teen period was ruined for you. "She doesn't know how to do anything, Leo. Leave her alone." Another girl from the side named Brooke replied. You're too used to all of this to be bothered even a tiny bit.

You look back towards Mr. Jeon, who starts approaching towards you. He stops at a distance, his body-fit shirt hugging his body along with his pitch black pants. "Appreciate that Y/N doesn't cheat, pipsqueak. I might not know Y/N that deep, but I know her enough that I can understand that getting bad grades is not her decision. Something's definitely coming between her and the grades, so I better not hear another word for her from your mouth."

Wait- what? Did he just defend me? Okay. He might have done that because he's really against bullying. Of course he wouldn't feel something towards you. Why would he do that for you? Nothing wrong. Stop. Freaking. Out. Y/N. "And uh, Y/N, come over here please." Mr. Jeon called out as soon as he sat on his desk. You immediately walked towards him, cheeks all crimson red from what just happened. Even though it was a small action, it had a great impact on you. Every single thing was big unless related to your crush.

You strode across and reached the desk. "Even I don't like talking this way, but you really have to improve your grades. The finals are coming soon, and you know how strict Principal Dwight is. He really wants us to be in the top five. I know, there's some problem that's preventing you to be the best. But I know you are capable of handling this. So, what do you say?" Mr. Jeon's speech disappointed you a bit, knowing that he himself is the thick barrier, but, anything for him. "I sure will. Please don't worry about it." Your response left a warm smile on his face.

There goes your heart. The way his smile just resembles a bunny is just something so cute, it's just healing. You turned around, and were about to go back to your seat, when Mr. Jeon called out again. "One more thing, Y/N." You turned around again, blessed to see his face all again, only to hear the sweet voice of your teacher. "Detention for you today." You couldn't help but ask about what wrong you've done. Mr. Jeon sat without a response, leaving you bewildered. You stood there for a moment, hoping he would answer, but he showed no movement rather than grabbing a book kept across the table. "I prefer you would like to go back at your seat?" His voice was heard through the book, face unseen. You felt a bit embarrassed at yourself and continued your steps.

The rest of the period was dull, specially for you with an extensive lack of friends. The bell rang, that usual squeaky noise filled your ears, and with the excitement to see what's for lunch in the cafeteria today, you get up and start walking out of the class. You travel down the stairs with an empty mind, when you don't notice someone in front of you and you bump into him. You fall towards the ground and he falls upon the stairs, scattering, and you immediately let out a sorry and dive down to pick his books up. He follows the same, and after you are done collecting all the books on your side, your eyes fall upon on one more book that's kept in the middle. You reach out to grab the book and he follows, both of you ending up banging your heads against each other. You were on to letting out another sorry, but the guy in front of you just laughed it out. You looked at him perplexed. "Y/N...right?" He asks, rubbing his head. "Yes. And I suppose you are....?"

"Jaehyun."

It took you moment to realize that you were meeting the real Jaehyun. The perfect boy, an all-rounder, the one who any girl would kill to be with. It was indeed a splendid face to look at, but you were soon snapped out of your thoughts when Jaehyun uttered. "Wanna have lunch together?" He seemed sweet, so you agreed. "I'd love to." By this time, many people had passed by, hearing teensy bit of conversations from the both you. It didn't matter much, and there could be nothing else you would focus on more if Jaehyun was in front of you. As you both started to get up, someone came towards you. You looked up after adjusting your dress, and to your surprise, it was Mr. Jeon. What is he doing over here? According to you and his schedule you knew that he is supposed to be in the staff room, having his salad and other diet meals because he prefers to bring them on every Tuesdays and Thursdays? Then why is he over here?

Wow. You make a pretty good stalker, Y/N. You smile at yourself. Mr. Jeon quickly approaches the both of you. "Good afternoon, sir." You say. "Can I be of any help?" You ask upon receiving a nod from your teacher. Mr. Jeon doesn't react on your question. Instead, he makes a quick grab at your wrist and pulls you away from Jaehyun. You mouth a 'sorry' to the beautiful face in front and turn your back towards the teacher. He drags you to the old staff room, an usual empty room that hadn't been used since... forever. It was an exceptionally big room compared to what other schools have. He shuts the door behind and walks angrily towards you. Making out his clenched jaws and tight wrists wasn't easy as he strode towards you. "I-" It seemed as if he was controlling from bawling right at you. You looked at him perplexed, not processing a bit of the moment. Gradually, you see his fists loosening up and teeth restraining from gritting themselves. "Why weren't you at the lunch table? Today's lunch is short. We are planning for the annual day that's coming up." "You could have said that in front of Jaehyun, sir." You felt your reply acting a bit rude on the man in front of you. "I don't care, now leave." He signaled towards the door behind.

The rest of the lunch was boring too, maybe this day isn't yours. Especially after you blew Jaehyun off. It was awkward to sit with him right on the next table. You thought about why Mr. Jeon dragged you in for such a short conversation, barely meant anything. You couldn't help but let the thought of him being jealous into your mind. The last three periods went as usual, you paid attention, asked doubts, and then before you knew it,

time for detention

"Welcome, Ms. Lee."

You waved back at your teacher. You place your books down from the last period you attended, and sit down. "So, what work do I have to do today?" You ask the teacher in front of you. Clearing his desk, which never seemed clean usually was unbelievable. He put some documents in his drawer and proceeded. "Clean the bathrooms."

You were pretty sure that whatever task Mr. Jeon gave you, it would be something simple and doable. The feeling inside you was like studying a whole lesson only after knowing that it's not even in the test. "I-I'm sorry, what?" You asked. He pulled up his glasses off the table, and wore them. "Why does it surprise you so much?" He said. "Oh no, that's not the thing that surprises me. It's the fact that our school can't afford toilet cleaners?" Nerd mode on? Eh. Maybe. He looks up at you with a serious expression, and then suddenly smiles. Creepy how he does that. "Relax. it was a joke. All you have to do is talk, or maybe put on some music if you're not that social while I correct the test papers. And it's difficult to get my taste, but it's mainly Jazz."

"Well I'd go with the music but, that's all I have to do?" This question took you by surprise. Detention was meant to be boring, and then this really cool school teacher who's also your biggest crush wants you to play music while you do nothing but just sit and stare at him? Things just kept getting weirder and weirder this day. "Well, there is one more thing I'd like you to do if you're feeling that jobless, Y/N." No offense, but you kind of felt that. "Sure."

Now it just felt a lot more awkward than before. He decides to stretch, and somehow it's more of like commanding his biceps to show them. It was awkward the second you got into that room because you've never been alone with him. He starts pacing towards you. You don't step back, but now you're feeling like an ant in front of his huge body. He steps more closer, faces almost centimeters apart, breathings a mess. Since the distance between you two started to minimize, it was your queue to move back. But, like in all those cliché stories there has to be a wall behind every time some guy traps a girl. So yes, there is a wall behind. Now, stuck between the two, panic and heat starts to rise in you. "We both know what you want." Your teachers voice snaps you out of your thoughts. He holds your chin up with one hand, and traps you with the other.

Wait a second.

He knows that you have a crush on him? Was it too obvious too stare at him? When did this happen? How did he get to know about it? A ton of questions popped up in your mind and you needed to know what he meant by that sentence. "What do I want?" Your silly question with a perplexed look shielding your face makes your teacher separate. He copies your expression, "You don't know what you want?" He asks.

Quick, make up an excuse. "N-no, there's a lot going on with me lately so just to see if we're thinking about the same thing."

"Good grades of course," You let out a sigh of relief. "And I have an idea. Well, more of a plan but... it's kinda up to you whether you want it or not." You wanted to know further, because your family was really disappointed with your grades. "Yes."

"Did you examine your paper closely? Everything was marked with a pencil. No one's happy with a 'C', and since you're special, I can let you take a re-test. With your textbook aside." A cocky look spread on his face.

"No, Mr. Jeon that's cheating, and maybe if the school's staff or anyone finds out about it, you can get fired. I can't risk you being fired." You were up against cheating, of course.

"Really? What do you want more, good grades to make up with your family or same old same old?"

Anything he said seemed convincing, and plus this was the biggest thing in your life. One lie could make it up to your parents, bring everything back to normal. "I'm ready." As soon as those words come out of your mouth, he smiles and again pins you towards the wall. "You didn't think it would be that easy did you?" He leans into your ear. After tucking a strand of hair behind, the blood rushes up to your cheeks, a slight tint of maroon on your face now. Now what? "No, of course. How could it be easy. Re-taking my exam with my textbook beside me, this idea suggested by my teacher who's ready to grade me after I cheat in front of him." You rolled your eyes and then lost the eye contact with the man in front of you. "Cool, right?" He asked. "Pretty much, but not as fun as it is when I do it without you getting to know."

"Alright, I'm going to tell you the condition." He moves back and takes a seat on one of the benches. "Shoot."

"Kiss me, and I'll give you an A."

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🏎️ ꒱ letting off steam | JJK

summary: a bad day on track has jungkook storming off and disappearing. where else would one find him but in the comforting arms of his loving girlfriend?

pairing: f1 driver! jungkook x sunshine gf

genre: pure fluff

word count: 1.3k

warnings: an innuendo and allusions to sex but no smut, no other warnings just jungkook being absolutely whipped for his gf :)

author's notes: HAPPY NEW YEAR LOVES! thank you to those who are still here and who have faith in me, this is for you <3

Jungkook often has to remind himself that with the good days, where he's top of the podium drowning in champagne and camera flashes, also comes the bad days, where all he wants to do is slam the door and shut himself off from the entire world for a few hours.

Sure, this life can be draining sometimes- both mentally and physically- but his persistence and determination is what makes him one of the most successful Formula One drivers in the present world.

Today is one of those draining days, and steam practically rolls off his race suit as Jungkook storms down the pit lane, past paparazzi and interviewers, back into the main building and up the stairs. His nerves ease ever so slightly when he thinks about who sits waiting for him in the room at the end of the hallway, but the fantasy fractures when he remembers the bullshit that happened on the track not too long ago.

The door slams open harder than he intended, and Jungkook curses himself when he sees the way you jump in fright from where you're settled in on the couch, eyes previously glued to the TV where a replay of the final moments of the race plays.

He offers a sheepishly gruff apology, still feeling tension in every part of his body. You don't bother asking why he isn't currently in the cool room with the other two drivers who made it on the podium, deciding to instead open your arms for him to drop down into.

You unzip half of his race suit, knowing how hot it gets in there for drivers, despite this Jungkook doesn't smell absolutely horrid, even though he still apologises for it. You run a hand through his very sweaty hair, encouraging him to tell you what happened when he's ready.

He doesn't say anything for a moment, deciding to hold onto your waist and lay his head on your chest for a moment. Your sweet scent and warm embrace remind him that beyond his frustrations and enmity was an untouchable goodness that would anchor his sanity.

You figure he's ready to talk when he rolls you both over so that you're now straddling his lap, arms instinctively coming up around his neck while his still hold around your waist, you note his grip as tighter than usual, but never enough to cause discomfort or pain, but he holds you a little more as if he needs the contact to keep from completely losing himself.

Your hand comes up to cup his cheek, and the way he leans into your touch completely contrasts the animosity vibrating in his bones. Rather than talk your ear off with rants about the recklessness of a certain rookie driver, Jungkook focuses on filling every one of his senses with you.

Why relive the moments that make him want to drive his head into the wall when he can be in the present with you?

You'd seen it on the TV, the unnecessary contact between number 7 and 22 and the way number 22 seemed to get a kick out of pushing Jungkook to the limits of the track, you were close to storming down to his team's pit and having a word with the team principal.

No one treated your boyfriend like that.

Of course despite the unsportsmanlike behaviour being committed against him, Jungkook still made it first over the finish line, with fastest lap under his belt to match.

Although, first place was currently missing from the post-race shenanigans, and Jungkook would face the music later, but for now he was content where he was.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Your soft voice draws him away from the crook of your neck, and Jungkook catches sight of the worry etched onto your features.

"Talk about what?" he questions casually, easing his thumb over your furrowed brows because he knows how much you fear a wrinkly forehead in the future.

"What happened out there.." you frown, not liking the way he wants to avoid talking about it.

You know it's because he doesn't want to burden you with the grievances of irrelevant people, but sometimes you just wish he'd know that you were there for him for anything and everything.

Unbeknownst to you is that Jungkook already knows that. Though, he was content to just be in your presence as that was enough for him to be at ease.

"Nothing happened out there," he hums, kissing your cheek lightly.

"There is no out there. Right now it's just you and me, in here."

You want to snort at how sappy this man can be, but then he speaks again.

"How was your day baby? Did you get to take your pictures?" he asks tentatively, twirling a piece of your hair around his finger as he waits for your reply.

You hadn't seen him since shortly before the race, when you'd kissed him goodbye and good luck before he was whisked away for pre-race activities.

You had taken your new camera out into the general areas, capturing moments of fans in true race spirit, with painted faces and decked out head to toe in team colours.

You'd never know this, but Jungkook hired a private bodyguard to keep an eye on you just in case anyone were to try something with you. You were starting to gain popularity, less for being Jungkook's girlfriend and more for your charming and down to earth personality and surreal beauty, and Jungkook would seriously hurt himself if anything were to happen to you. Unfortunately, your kind personality wouldn't be enough to scare off any drunken aggressiveness, and he just wanted you to be safe.

Your VIP pass got you to access to pretty much everything, a privilege you'd never exploit, choosing to stay almost invisible as you wandered through the pits. You were friendly with most of the other drivers, and they were more than happy to pose for your pictures.

Once the race had started, you'd packed up and headed to your private viewing rooms to watch the rest of the race.

After being reminded of your photoshoots earlier, you bounce off his lap and Jungkook watches with adoration as you practically run across the room to grab your camera before climbing back into his lap and showing him your pictures.

You mumble something about finding your favourite ones to show him when Jungkook stops you, telling him he wants to see all of them.

Your heart swells in your chest, and so you show him every picture you took.

All two hundred and thirty seven of them.

Jungkook listens as you animatedly explain the story behind some of the photos, about fans who took dedication to another level and the two team principals who recreated a scene from Titanic just for your camera.

"These photos are great baby," he smiles, and how genuine he is makes you blush.

Leaning down, you bring your lips to his, capturing them in a sweet kiss that has Jungkook groaning. Your hands settle on his shoulders, and the tension you feel beneath them has you pulling away, much to Jungkook's dismay.

"Wanna go back to the hotel? I know something that'll make you feel better, get your frustrations out."

Your suggestive offer earns a teasing squeeze of your ass.

"Be good." Jungkook laughs, kissing your cheek.

In all seriousness, you were more than down to let Jungkook use you to feel better, the thought of extra rough sex making your thighs twitch. But Jungkook was already feeling infinitely better than he was when he walked in here, and it had nothing to do with sex.

All he needed were some smiles and a hug.

"I'll be fine as long as you're here with me."

You feel the conviction of his words deep in your bones.

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