12 Months Of Breathtaking Jungkook In 2020 ✨

What about bf!Jungkook going down on the reader while they watch anime 😭.

Bro I wrote this at three in the morning after a burst of inspiration. Don’t ask me why I picked Haikyuu for this because I don’t know either. 

— contents and warnings; established relationship, boyfriend!jk x reader, oral (f rec), fingering, jk is very intense when it comes to sports anime and your pleasure (the perfect man doesn’t exi-), jk is blonde in this just because I needed to indulge!!!! 

— words; 1k

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Jungkook had a few bad habits. 

The first one was that he would often forget small details about you — the flavor of ice cream that you simply could not stand, your favorite color, or even the schedule of your classes. But, paradoxically, he also would remember things you only mentioned in passing and keep them forever — like the fact that you played volleyball in high school, which was the perfect gateway drug to get you hooked on Haikyuu!! after months of begging you to watch some anime with him. 

The second bad habit was the fact that Jungkook would often get sidetracked after a few instants of initial thrill: he was the kind of person that liked the chase more than the actual prize. When it came to your anime marathon it wasn’t any different: after a few episodes, he realized he was losing interest, and his mind had started to gravitate toward other, more compelling goals. 

That was why he found himself in that position — with his tongue playing between your legs, when he should have been watching Oikawa’s first introduction to the anime. 

To be fair, it wasn’t all his fault. You were kind of teasing him for a few moments before, even making sure to have your shirt hike up your thighs every once in a while, making him question if you were wearing anything under that. Jungkook was only human and, after coming to the realization that your pink underwear was much more entertaining than an anime that he had already watched (twice), he swiftly changed his mind on how he wanted to spend that afternoon. 

Jungkook’s third bad habit was that he didn’t know how his actions would escalate. That was why he ended up being valedictorian at his high school graduation (after commenting to his teacher that he didn’t mind public speaking), and that was how he started eating you out after just wanting to steal a few kisses.

The problem was that those “few kisses” has been really good, and it wasn’t long until you were dripping wet for him, whining Jungkook’s name in a way that had him throbbing against his sweats. You had asked him to eat you out in that pretty, meekly voice that he loved so much, and he was unable to say no. 

Again: he was only human. 

Jungkook’s fourth bad habit was that he was really, really prideful when it came to your pleasure. He liked you loud, he liked you being desperate, and so he really pushed every boundary he could find to have you trembling under his touches. Which he often succeeded in. 

“J-Jungkook!” You cried out his name, your nails digging into his scalp. Jungkook only moaned against your pussy, licking a thick stripe from your quivering entrance to your clit, where he continued his devilish ministrations. He sucked on your sensitive spot so well that he got your back arching off the bed, thighs shaking on either side of his head. “There, there, please.” 

Jungkook raised his head so he could speak, your juices coating his lips and chin beautifully. “Relax, baby,” he teased, “I got you.” 

And then he was back to his original position. Jungkook absolutely adored looking up at you and finding your desperate gaze as his tongue played with your clit, a groan leaving his throat at the sight of the pretty blush painting your cheeks. He would die between your legs if he could, just lazily licking his way through your orgasm, squeezed by those glorious thighs of yours. 

As much as Jungkook had his bad habits, he had a few good ones too. And one of them is that he was devoted to the idea of making you feel good. 

Your boyfriend brought two of his fingers to your entrance, brushing the sensitive flesh around it until your hands were digging through the seas of his bleached blonde hair. “Jungkook, please,” you begged, knowing fully well that the sentence wasn’t going anywhere. 

Lucky for you, he wasn’t in a particularly teasing mood. 

His fingers slowly stretched you out and Jungkook’s cock throbbed inside his pants with the memory of your walls wrapped around it so perfectly. He loudly moaned against your clit, sending shockwaves through your body and making your hips roll against his face, digits sinking deeper inside you. Jungkook really loved having you like that: a gorgeous mess of whimpers and cries that unraveled with his faintest touches, trembling and begging to cum on his tongue. It made him feel like the luckiest man in the world. 

Your moans were getting louder, louder than the harsh dialogue that played on the screen of his laptop — the device forgotten somewhere amongst the sheets. Your stupid anime marathon was just a memory then, background noise to the beautiful sounds you were making for him as he sucked and toyed with your clit, digits pumping in and out of you in a frenzy. The pitch in your voice, the wetness between your folds that was dripping down his fingers: everything was driving Jungkook insane and, by the time that you reached your orgasm with a desperate call of his name and the fucked-out humping of your heat against his face, he was already floating amongst the clouds. 

And yet Jungkook was patient. He was patient as he licked you clean, movements much tender and precise as he drank every drop of your sweetness; was patient when you started to wince from sensitivity. 

“You taste so good, baby,” he mumbled, removing himself from between your thighs. Your boyfriend was overwhelmingly handsome as it was, but there was something about his messy blonde hair and the glistening of his lips that was a whole different level of sin to you. “Look.”

Jungkook took his fingers to your mouth, his cock twisting from the hungry way your lips wrapped around them, sucking on them slowly, your tongue playing with your taste before he pulled away with a pop. 

His patience could only go so far. You two would have to continue watching anime another day. 

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Heeyyyyyaaaa, could you plss do an angst JK fic where he’s Y/n’s husband and is unfaithful? I’m a sucker for angst hahaha

The emotional rollercoaster I went through imagining this scenario, jesus freaking christ, I'm almost tempted to make this a series

Pairing(s): King!Jungkook x Queen!OC (Name: Belle)

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Genre: Royal AU | Marriage AU

Tags & Warnings: infidelity, cheating, lots of crying and screaming, jungkook is something else dude, sexual references and sexually charged scenes (non-explicit), anGST

This is continued into a lil series so if you like, check out the next part! 

Summer mornings made Belle remember the year of her marriage. It made her happy before, recalling the memories of the handsome Prince Jungkook taking her hand in marriage. She was only a young, blushing princess who'd walk around in pink veils and look at the world with glittering eyes. They had so much time together. Jungkook would take her riding into the forest, they'd walk the gardens together or talk in front of the fire.

When Jungkook became King, those things became a luxury than a regular activity. Belle couldn't remember the last time she and Jungkook spent a day together without any interference. It wasn't possible but god was it needed.

Jungkook looked more tired and fell right to sleep every night. The more he listened to issues of the kingdom, the less he smiled for everyone's convenience.

The downward trail of the King, they said. Jungkook would eventually lose all sense of his true self to become embodiment of a feelingless monarch.

Feeling the heat against her skin, Belle decided to take matters into her own hands. Her duties would not begin until later in the afternoon and the hearing of the King must've ended once the sky was bright. Picking the skirt of her green dress, she made her way to the private room in the main castle where Jungkook would relax before moving onto other duties.

Perhaps they could go riding and postpone some duties. Or they could just stay in the private room like they used to on breaks. Her heart pounded in excitement, feeling like a young princess for a few seconds as she ran across the hallways to Jungkooks' private room.

"My love!" Belle called out gently as she opened the door. Her grin quickly dropped, stomach lurched and heart sunk into an endless pit.

All the naivety dissipated as she saw a creme dress and blonde hair, sitting on Jungkooks' lap, plump lips latching off his jawline when she heard Belle come in. Jungkook moved his hands off the girls' waist, hair messy over his eyes.

The girl flushed red and jumped off his lap, bowing pathetically and rushing out of the private room.

She let out a small shaky sigh, hand over her stomach; nauseated from the sight. "Why did you—"

Jungkook stood up and carefully walked towards her, his black shirt mostly opened to reveal his chest. "Belle..."

Belle shook her head, slamming the door shut. "You could've talked to me!" Eyes flooded with tears and her heart felt like it was being forced out of her chest. "I was sitting here for months thinking you were actually suffering and—" She leaned forward on the large wooden table as Jungkook inched closer.

"It was nothing serious—" Jungkook whispered in that same loving way. How tainted and dirty it sounded after what she just saw. He leaned his nose against her temple. "—my love—"

"Don't!" Belle pushed him away roughy. Her crown sliding off the side of her head, tears staining her cheeks and her breathing grew ragged. "Don't call me that and touch me when you still smell like her!" Her voice cracked.

Jungkook tightened his jaw, persisting to step closer. "I'm your husband."

"Mighty good one at that." Belle stepped back. "You drink, you never talk to me, you have your own chambers now, it's for fucking her, isn't it?" She gestured roughly to the door.

Jungkook almost towered over her. "No—"

"Don't lie to me! I've tried being a good wife and queen for you and your kingdom and you—" Belle pushed him further away again. "—go behind my back like common dog!"

Jungkook grabbed onto her hands this time, turning her around until his arm was locked around her body.

"Let me go!" Belle cried out.

"Shh..." Jungkook nudged his lips against her earlobe, another arm held over her chest to leave no distance between them. "Don't weep, please."

Belle only sobbed more, still trying to break away until her crown clanged on the table. Her curls hovered half her face. "Why—"

"I don't—I don't know why," Jungkook whispered. "Please, just don't cry." He buried her face against the crook of her neck.

Her breathing calmed for a moment as she softened into his hold. Jungkook took that second to kiss her neck.

Whether she was like this out of sheer exhaustion or actual peace was a debate to be had later. All Belle knew right now was no one was going to comfort her for something like this other than him. Her new Queenly duty.

Zuhair Murad Fall 2022/23 Couture

Dangerous Ride (Jungkook F1 Pilot AU)

PART 1.

After your boss gave you the hard task to interview the most famous, hot and womanizer F1 pilot Jeon Jungkook, you considered yourself the luckiest columnist in Celebrity Magazine. C'mon, have you seen him? And he is single, for God sake...

"Bring me a good article. I need juicy news about him. Write a front page deserving article or don't even bother coming back young lady." Your boss's voice echoed in your head the whole flight.

You settled down in the hotel in Monaco after your flight from New York, and you are now near the bar area, preparing for the interview. When you turn around, you drop your notebook on the ground and when you are about to catch it...

Oh, god! It's Jeon Jungkook. Just the man I was looking for.

He beats you to it, and hands you your book.

"I think you dropped this."

He looks amazing. White shirt, black suit, messed black hair. What a man...

"Thank you."

Jungkook stares at you with a seductive smirk on his lips and takes a seat next to you. Please greek God, if you come any closer I won't be able to keep my hands to myself.

"A water please". He orders and turns to face you. "Do you want something?".

"I'm already served..." you smile politely.

"I'm too late as it appears." He smiles back.

You can't help but notice his perfect features, his magnetic aura. He is incredibly good-looking. Jungkook catches your gaze and smiles.

You are about to introduce yourself, but he and his husky voice beat you to it.

"I'm Jeon Jungkook".

"Yeah, I know. I'm Y/N."

You stare over the crowd of reporters with a few racing drivers giving press conferences. "Aren't you supposed to be there?"

He nodded, looking back at them. "Yeah I should, but I'm not a big fan of the media."

Which makes my task so hard to complete.

"Oh let me guess. You are a fan of privacy."

He smirks and leans closer to you. "How did you know?" Ok, too close loverboy.

You shrugged and looked down to your water cup. "Gossip flies around."

He nodded and licked his juicy lips. "So will you be watching the race tomorrow? I suppose you're here for that?".

"Indeed I will. In fact I came here just to see you.." you told him, tucking your hair behind your ear, in a innocent but at the same time flirty way.

He eyed you from head to toe with an arrogant smile playing on his face. "Then, I better take the pole position".

"Oh, someone is being confident."

"I'm being realistic."

You're impressed by how easy it is to have a conversation with him. Rumors say he is not nice to interviewers. But they also say he loves to play around women so you must be one more easy target to him.

He leans toward you, his woody scent galvanizing your senses. Keep your cool Y/N, keep your cool. A ghost of a smile spreads on his face when he notices your breath fastening by the sudden proximity.

"I better go, I don't do social appearences too long." He whispered in your ear, before pulling away subtly.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Jungkook."

"Likewise, beautiful. Will I see you tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow night?" I asked, confused.

"At the after race party. I would love to see you there."

OK Y/N AM I DREAMING?

"Maybe, who knows."

He smiles before brushing his hand behind your back. "I don't accept no's or maybe's lady Y/N. I will be waiting for you tomorrow night."

And with this, he leaves. And there you are trying to hide your blush. Damn is he hitting on me?

You go back to your room and text your bestfriend and colleague, Hanna, who's a huge fan of Jeon Jungkook.

"I just ran into Jeon Jungkook in the hotel bar."

"LUCKY BITCH!!!! I'm so jealous right now. What happened?"

"Well...he wants to meet me tomorrow after de race."

"Is it a date?"

"Of course not! I still need to interview him."

"But you know he is single, right? But as your bestfriend and a huge fan of him, I need to warn you. He is never serious about relationships. He never goes out with the same woman twice. In fact we never heard of him having a girlfriend officially, but he is a playboy. Believe me, I know a looot about him."

"Interesting. A man like him doesn't scream engagement, I know. But it's not like I want to have something with him. I just need a few answers to my juicy questions, that's all."

"But Jungkook wasn't like that two years ago. Something must have happened. My theory is that a woman screwed him over. That's why he is single for so long. You should try your luck. The bad boy falling for the cute and petite interviewer."

"Hanna, that's ridiculous."

"You two are very alike, trust me. But at least he enjoys the pleasures of life."

"Ok, I got it Hanna. I'm not here for this. Anyway, I got to go."

"Good luck babe, you got this."

The next day you are getting ready to watch the qualification race, and even though you brought the best of your clothes with you, seems like you got nothing fancy enought to wear. I'm meeting Jungkook tonight, I should dress up well, it's an exclusive party invitation only.

You pick a tight black dress a little above the knees with long sleeves and a heart shape cleavage. To finish the look you added a beautiful gold necklace, black high heels and a black purse. Your hair was perfectly straight, falling down your back. To finish the look, you added a red lipstick to your lips and voi la.

A few minutes later, you are watching the qualification race of the Monaco Grand Prix in the VIP area. You spot Jungkook's red car as the crowd cheers for him with thunderous roars.

"And Jeon Jungkook is leading the qualification race! He's bending the track to his own will." You hear the voice of the commentator on the speakers.

In a flash, the drivers pass in front of the crowd, leaving the screaming, brutal sounds of their engines behind them.

"Jeon Jungkook is driving a blistering speed, and Kim Jongin is on his tail. Unbelievable! It's only the qualification race but neither of the two want to slow down. This opening lap will tell us which one of the- OH MY GOD!" The commentator gasps.

Jeon Jungkook tries a dangerous maneuver. He is in a skirmish with Kim Jongin. With all eyes on him, he loses control of the car. Tire squealing. Air hissing and....CRASH.

"AND JUNGKOOK CRASHED".

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest. "Oh my god!"

He slams brutally into the barriers. The audience starts to worry and falls quiet. A minute later, Jungkook gets out of his cockpit and waves at the crowd assuring he's fine.

"Oh no, the judge gave him a black flag...." you mumbled, biting your nails.

"Our favorite, Jeon Jungkook has been disqualified. He won't participate in the Grand Prix. This time his reckless maneuver was penalized!"

You see Jungkook getting out of his car. He smashes his helmet on the ground and strides toward his pit. Man that was intense. It must have been terrible for him.

As much as you wanted to talk to him and see how he was feeling, you didn't get the chance to. Journalists were fast to run to him and all you could see was cameras flashing, and he doesn't really like that, like he told you before.

A few hours later you were at de VIP party. All the elites are there: models, celebrities, racing pilots. E everything was peefectly designed. The decoration was spot on. The atmosphere was magical, glamorous, like a Gatsby's party.

And like all great parties, there is drama...and troublemakers.

This can't be true. What is he doing here?

You spotted Park Jimin, aka your ex boyfriend, dancing with some random supermodel, grinding against her hips. Just the sight of him turns your stomach instantly. And to make the mood even better, he spots you right away, smirking when he caught your eye. I know he is from a very healthy family, but why is he in this after party, in Monaco?

"Well, well, well, Y/N, what are you doing here?" He looks at you from head to toe. "And....so elegant...". He walks towards you and you freeze. That good looking bastard, cheated on me with my at the time best friend. He was the man who broke my heart, made me feel worthless, destroyed my vision of true love. Now thanks to him I never believe anyone who tries to get close to me.

"You can stop right there. I appreciate the compliment. Now if you excuse me..." you gave him your best fake smile and rush towards the bar area, as far from him as possible. You call out a bartender, determined to drown your misery and the terrible memories you have of Jimin. "Give me something strong...".

"Coming right up lady." The bartender winked at you and disappeared to get your drink.

You looked around. Your ex having the time of his live. Couples kissing, others flirting...

And here I am, feeling miserable. Not being brave enough to talk to men. Too much of a good girl to be risky and flirty with someone. You shake your head, biting your bottom lip.

Shot after shot, you forgot why you were here in the first place. Anger is getting the best of you. You were about to ask for another shot, when a strong hand grabbed the cup from your hand and pushed it aside.

"Apparently misery does love company?" Jungkook smiled, genuinely, before taking a seat next to you.

Finally someone to make my night, a better night. Hi eye candy.

"Do you need some help? I mean, seems like you have a lot going on in here." He points to his head.

You rolled your eyes at him. "You crashed your car earlier. It seems like you have your own problems to solve."

"Ouch" he placed a hand on top his chest with a hurt (playful) expression. "Ok I probably deserved that one. But what happened to you today?".

You took a deep breath and looked right at him, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. "I ran into my ex boyfriend. Yeah, bad luck. I found that douchebag in Monaco. What a coincidence. Of all the places he could go, he is here. In this party. Almost having sex on the dance floor with some supemodel. You grabbed your drink and took it down with one gulp.

Jungkook blinked and looked around. "Where is he?"

"You see the guy with the white shirt wearing black pants? The one next to the blonde supermodel? That's him."

Jungkook nodded. "What a bad haircut. And to be honest he looks like a robot trying to dance. If you ask me, you are way out of his league." And when he said that, his hand rested on your thigh. "Way too attractive miss Y/N..."

You looked down at his hand and then back at him. A playful grin on your face. "Mr.Jeon Jungkook, are you flirting with me?"

You both laughed. Jungkook bites his bottom lip, something he seems to do a lot to his own good, and pulled you closer.

"Why don't we make this night better for both of us?" His breath mixed with mint and alcohol is sending shivers down your spine. His hand is now down your back. You drank way too much already and it's not helping.

You remember what your bestfriend Hanna told you about him being a womanizer and only doing one night stands kind of things. But you were tired of being the good girl. Tired of not having adventurous memories because you were too good for your own good and ttonight.Damn tonight, a hell of a man was in front of you. Wanting you as much as you want him and even if it's one night only, the present is what counts.

I wanna live this moment.

You look at his perfect lips, wondering how it would feel like to kiss Jeon Jungkook.

And just like you, Jungkook is staring back at your lips, waiting for you to do the first move.

"Like what you see?" You asked, feeling daring.

He smirked. "Oh, I'm definitively enjoying the view."

You licked your lips, tracing your fingers down his arm. "You must know I'm here for business."

Jungkook nodded "is that so?"

"I'm a columnist."

He shrugged. "And?"

You remember your boss's words. "Interview Jeon Jungkook, give me juicy news, write a front page deserving article or don't even bother coming back young lady."

"...and I'm here to interview you. I've been trying to do it all day..."

His expression changes. As if he was...mad.

I know he hates the media, but I would hate to be fired.

"It's for a women's magazine. You sure know you have a huge feminine fanbase who would love to know more about you...."

Jungkook gives a deep breath and nods. "I see..but what about you? Not the Y/N columnist, but the real Y/N...."

You raised an eyebrow, obviously confused.

"What about me?"

He wrapped an hand around your wrist and pulled you close to him, his grip gentle, his lips brushing your earlobe.

"Would you like to know me?"

noona & oppa - five | jjk

noona & oppa | five: sinjae

main pairing : idol! jungkook x coffee shop owner! reader

series summary : jungkook has been your friend for quite a while now and since day one he has a crush on you. small problem, you were in a relationship, putting an end to all jungkook’s hopes. but now, months later, you broke up with your boyfriend and jungkook will do everything to make you fall in love with him.

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Blood Red (optional bias)

A/N: I really didn’t feel like posting this, in light of recent events in the kpop fandom…but I wrote this specifically for Halloween, and I would also hate to post this at some random time of the year…I hope everyone is doing okay, I love you all and Happy Halloween x

words: ~1.7k

genre: smut, reader x optional bias (male)

summary: Y/N meets a handsome stranger at a Halloween party, but does she really know what creature she’s inviting into her home?

From across the room, you watched your friend make out with her boyfriend. Two meters away, someone had just thrown up onto the floor. But they didn’t even look once. It must be great to be too in love to notice something this gross. But they would realize the second the smell spread, you joked in your head.

Knowing they were too focused on each other to hang out with you, you decided to go out into the front yard. Jack o’ lantern shaped lights hung in the trees and a big fake mummy was the centerpiece of the yard. There were less people outside, but more were escaping the chaos from inside with every second. You looked around, and counted at least five Jokers, one in every direction you turned. To be fair, you couldn’t judge people for being unoriginal, when you had chosen to dress as a vampire. But at least the vampire look was a classic.

“I like your costume,” someone spoke into your ear at that moment. Surprised, you turned to find a young man standing behind you. He had fake blood running down his chin and had clearly invested in the same red contact lenses as you had. And he was handsome – so handsome, you almost forgot to reply to his words. 

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