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Moonlight

ღ pairing: best friend!tae x f. human!reader

ღ genre: f2l, wolf!au, smut [18+]

ღ summary: The full moon means one thing and one thing only to your best friend, Kim Taehyung. It’s the the one time a month he turns into a wolf and frolics in the moon light. However, on his 25th Hallows’ Eve, his wolf is calling out for his mate.

ღ wc: 5.8k

ღ warnings: cursing, long curly-haired tae, tae calls reader a brat, pining, alcohol consumption/mention, jealousy, mention of pregnancy/pregnant reader, breeding kink, marking (biting, scratching, hickeys), BD Tae, mention of f. masturbation, oral sex (f. giving and receiving), hair pulling, cock slapping, fingering (f. receiving), unprotected sex, belly bulge, spanking, creampie, cockwarming

ღ a/n: the final installment of Halloween Nights! Thank you to everyone who read all seven fics (or any of them), I hope you’ve enjoyed them all! :)

ღ date: November 16, 2021

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- the two times taehyung didn’t kiss you, and the one time he did ; kth

friends to lovers, college au, 2.9k

note: for the @ksmutclub summer of kiss event!

The first time your best friend almost kissed you was during middle school, a silly dare thrown at your feet by the other kids at the party, insisting that the two of you lock yourselves in the closet for seven minutes, only coming out when the two of you kiss. 

You can recall it now, so vividly even with the time that has passed since. Taehyung’s bowl cut, your braces, the flush that stained both your cheeks as you were forced within close proximity, something that seems harmless nowadays. Tae had been so shy back then, his little habit of licking his lips so cute and innocent as his eyes grew round and wide, staring into your own with fear. 

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from home || masterlist

title: from home pairing: jungkook x reader 

genre: richkid!jk, baker!reader, fakedating!au, fluff, angst, e2l, smut

prompt: jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class? 

status: completed

parts: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12

drabbles: — plain pink tees  — pool day — donut rings

love of the game

reader x jungkook

1,577 words

complete utter fluff

Your first baseball game. At that time all you knew for sure was that it was the KIA Tigers versus the Lotte Giants, Jungkook was a major Giants fan, and the sport involved a lot of swinging and sprinting. But Jungkook enjoyed the sport so much that he decided to take you to your first game on the 7th date, having already bought a season pass and everything. It was funny, though, being at a baseball game when the sport itself piqued negative interest in you. But your one and only loved the sport, and you wanted to love it too. Or at least try.

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jjk; angel’s trumpet | masterpost

Angel’s Trumpet Scientific Name: Brugmansia Order and Family: Polimonailes and Solanaceae Plant Overview: A higher order of nightshade, the Angel’s Trumpet is a show-stopping pendulous flower that hangs like bells. In myth, they were prized as chimes holding magical properties. In modern use, Angel’s Trumpets have occasionally been used to create recreational drugs, but the risk of overdose is so high that these uses often have deadly consequences.

summary; one second, your life is flashing before your eyes and the next, you’re transported into a world exactly like your own. but the jungkook you meet in this world isn’t a renowned singer or your former almost-lover, in fact he has no clue who you are and why you know him so well. as you work to find your way home lost and confused, you conclude that you’re either dead or in the middle of the most wicked drug trip of your life.

pairing; idol!jk x reader (f), alternatively film producer!jk x reader

genre/warnings; fluff, angst, supernatural, idol!au, non-idol!au, alternate universes, themes of fate, language, alcohol consumption, mentions of sex

w.c; ~45k

| 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | final | bonus |

a/n; coming soooooon! i’ve been dedicating the better half of the month to this so i really hope u enjoy my first kpop mini series!! inspired a lil bit by the k-drama W and the avengers! 

click under the cut for a preview!

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restart | masterlist

SERIES RELEASE DATE: 2/21/2021

[ SEQUEL TO PERFECTLY WRONG ]

summary: as you and taehyung start to build your life together post graduation, things become more complicated than what you expected it to be. while taehyung struggles with his inner demons, you’ve become the sole supporter, the pillar, juggling different jobs to keep you two afloat. your love for each other has been put to the test as your relationship continues to face hurdles - hurdles that have you questioning whether or not your relationship will make it through.

pairing: reader x fiancé!kth

genre: post grad au, established relationship au | fluff, angst, smut

warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex, hickeys, mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms, cussing / mature language, dirty talking, mentions of insecurities, jealousy, fighting, alcohol consumption, smoking, verbal attacks, anger outbursts, physical outbursts, etc. (individual warnings for each chapter will be included)

note: *important - this is a sequel to perfectly wrong, and takes place after drabble 12, which is linked in the summary. this is purely fictional and was created out of imaginary ideas. this is not a real portrayal of any of the characters involved. this fic is a little heavy on alcohol consumption and unhealthy coping mechanisms and may include some verbal attacks, so if you are triggered, please do not continue on. i apologize in advance. i do not condone any verbal attacking in any way possible.

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↳ cloud nine - part 3 to the ‘perfectly wrong’ series

Hold Me Close | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader, ex Namjoon x Reader (ft. brother Jimin)

Genre/Tags: brother’s best friends au; (dash of) angst, fluff (sort of), smut

Warnings: foul language, feelings of insecurity, minor accident caused by inebriation, getting drunk, sexual content (oral, unprotected sex but be safe please!), JK has a hip tattoo and at some point has grey hair (18+)

Word count: 22k

Summary:  When Jimin hits a crisis, he enlists the help of his older sister - you - and his best friend, Jungkook, to put the pieces back again. That proves to be difficult when 1) Jimin’s a brat and a certified pain in the ass, and 2) Jungkook has grown and suddenly, you can’t keep your eyes off him.

A/N: I wanted to write something fun for a change and saw @ladyartemesia‘s brother’s best friend list and thought it would be a nice trope to explore because if there would be an ideal bratty younger brother, it would be Jimin. This was sooo much fun to write but also reminded me again of why I love my baby sister more than anyone in this world. Hope you all enjoy! 

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Homebound (M)

Summary: You had moved on with your life. You had come into terms with everything you left behind when you left your home years ago. But a trip back home to attend a friend’s wedding makes you realize that there were some feelings that you thought you resolve– feelings for that ex-bestfriend of yours. Turns out these feelings were still there, they were simply homebound.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre: Smut, Light Angst, Fluff, Enemies to Lovers

Rating: Mature (18+)

Warnings: Legal alcohol use, Rave Parties, Swearing, Lots of Making Out, Grinding, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Fingering, Cum play, Rough Sex, Cockwarming

Word Count: 12437 (i.. really have no explanation)

Projects/Event: This was supposedly a very short fic that turned into a monster of a piece for the “Busan Sea Festival” square on my BTS Summer Bingo Card by @bangtanwritingbingo​

Credits: A huge thank you to @bluewhale52 for beta reading and editing this piece for me. You were such a great help and I will forever be grateful for your kindness. <3333

A/N: On another episode of Jean writing a short fic but ends up writing a monster. But this episode is special because she actually ended up posting it lololol I hope you all enjoy this thirst bred fic. Thank you in advance for reading :’)

**Please do not plagiarize or redistribute my works. I post my works either on Tumblr or on AO3. If this or any of my works are found on other sites, please let me know so we can report accordingly.**

“Attention all passengers. We will begin our descent in Busan’s Gimhae International Airport in a few minutes. We will be welcomed by beautiful clear skies this morning. Please fasten your seatbelts when you see the seatbelt sign turn on. On behalf of your flight crew, I’d like to thank everyone for flying with us and we’re wishing you all a safe and happy summer here in Busan.”

The inflight announcement prompted you, and the rest of the passengers around you, to shuffle in your seats to prepare for landing. You closed the book you were reading and tucked it in your carry on purse. After zipping your bag up, you stowed your purse underneath your seat and buckled your seat belt as instructed.

Looking outside the window next to you, you could see the outline of Haeeundae beach and the buildings that littered the area.

Busan.

It’s been so long since you last came home.

Since you moved to Japan for work right after college, you never had the chance to come back even for a short visit. The travel, and everything else that you had to adjust and prepare for, made it hard for you to find a reasonable amount of time to take off from work and make the journey home.

But this time, you were given a perfect excuse to come back home– and for a decent amount of time at that. Two of your friends who you met in college decided to tie the knot and you wouldn’t miss it for anything. They were your best friends and you watched them and their relationship happen and grow. So, missing out on such a monumental event in their life was not an option.

Besides, you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t miss home and everyone else in it. You missed your parents’ house. You missed that little hangout spot by the beach where you and your friends always went to after school. You missed your parents. You missed your friends. And–

Okay, maybe there was one person that you didn’t miss. As a matter of fact, just the thought of possibly seeing him again gave you a chill down your spine. And, no it wasn’t a possibility. You will definitely see him there. He was also a close friend of the couple, ( heck, he was closest to the groom) and much like you, you figured he wouldn’t miss this wedding either.

You leaned back against your seat and shut your eyes tight while you felt the plane make its descent. This was the part of flying that you hated the most. But, you appreciated the distraction it provided against your thoughts.

Besides, it had  been a while since you came back. You decided you would not let your past (or the fear of) ruin this rare trip home.

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The Mess Called “Us” (M)

Summary: An unexpected storm ruining the camping trip of two best friends causes both of them to confirm and confess feelings they have had for each other… in one of the messiest ways possible.

Pairing: Vmin (Taehyung x Jimin)

Word Count: 3.5k

Genre: Smut (PWP). Fluff. Friends to lovers.

Rating, and Warnings: Explicit and graphic smut for mature audiences only. Mentions of panic attacks. Binding and blindfolding (if you squint). Nipple play. Self(?)-edging. Mutual masturbation. Fingering. Oral sex. Anal sex. Cumshot. And some post sex cuddling.

Notes: Cross posted on my AO3. All gratitude goes to @knjsnoona​ and @taegularities​ for being my amazing beta’s! I struggled so much with writing this in the end but they were literal angels for helping me out and for making this one shot readable enough to share. Thank you, love you both long time :(

Projects: This is my piece for @thebtswritersclub‘s July prompt: ✨(blank)✨ to lovers. Additionally, this is also my piece for the Camping square on my BTS Summer Bingo Card by @bangtanwritingbingo​ 

**Please do not plagiarize or redistribute my works. I cross-post my works either here or on my AO3 page. If this or any of my works are found on other sites, please let me know so we can report accordingly.**

Thank you for reading and hope everyone’s having a good summer! Stream Butter and PTD. Stream Friends too because Vmin is 💖.

“Hey, you ready?”

Jimin didn’t realize he was staring at nothing until Taehyung knocked on the car window he sat next to. He felt nervous as a million scenarios played inside his head all at once. 

They were finally there. The day was finally here.

They had known each other ever since high school. They were an inseparable pair through the years. Even now when they’d both made a name for themselves in their respective fields.

But being at the top of their game also meant that they could barely spare time for each other, succeeding and progressing in their jobs having become a priority by now. They used to spend every holiday together or with their families. But thanks to the demands of their jobs, these shared holidays had become a rare occurrence. There was, however, one tradition they never failed to hold: their annual out of town trips.

This year, the two of them were able to get some time off during that time of the year. The air felt like the departure of summer and the slow entrance of the cool autumn season was in effect. Where else could they choose to enjoy this beautiful change other than surrounded by trees in a private campsite in the forest?

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— lost stars, part 1 (m.)

⟶ pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

⟶ genre: smut, angst, (troubled) idol au, childhood friends to lovers

⟶ word count: 20k

⟶ summary: in dead hours of the night he stumbles upon the bars, reaching, searching, trying to feel something, for once forget about consequences and taste the bittersweet freedom. between sips of addiction and faint touches of nameless lovers he finds you again: his own long-lost star on a blackboard sky.

⟶ warnings for part one: explicit sexual content, dom!jungkook, rough sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, dirty talk, degradation, light breath play, unprotected sex, infidelity, mentions of mental health issues, smoking, drinking etc., this is sad im sorry

⟶ music: lost stars, young god, the hills and more here. 

PART TWO (FINALE): HERE!

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : roommateTaehyung x reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff, smut, angst, bestfriends to love!au, roommates au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : R

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : oral sex (girl receiving), nipple play, fingering, slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, drinking, violence (shoving), ptsd, gaslighting, masturbation, accidental voyeurism

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 6.1k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : You are slowly getting back on your feet after a rough breakup. Taehyung is there supporting you as you find your standing again. When a company party involves your ex, Tae becomes your date for the evening, but will events of the evening change the way you see Taehyung?

𝐀𝐍: Thank you thank you and thank you to @eatjeanjin and @jeoniius​ for looking for this for me and making this story so much better 🖤

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our little private love affair | jjk; masterlist

plot | You and Jungkook have been dating for almost two years now. It sounds normal and great except you two have been keeping it behind everyone’s back.  A bunch of scenarios happens as you and Jungkook tries to keep your relationship in private.

genres | fluff, angst, crack, smut, secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au

pairing | jungkook x reader

note | just a bunch of drabbles. below are the titles/prompts. drabbles will be posted in a random order. taglist is open. asks are open :))

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dogs can keep secrets, right?  — You and Jungkook decided to adopt a dog. When your friends met your dog for the first time, they cannot help but to notice how Bam and Jungkook became close pretty much quickly. (fluff)

late night walks

mutual bumps

blind date

in our little language

we like it that way (tell me why?)

out of the bed

exes and ohs

how we met

costume party

(i’ll add more soon)

TAGLIST is open. 

@dunixxd @hobiuwusunshine @alinerl @bbangtanlove95

@i-justlovecoffee @daydreamiies @craftymoonchaos @awseokjin @softiegukk @guns-arizzle @marilo11 @yoonabeo@luvrsofbts​

Just reply or message me if you want to be added.

[drive-through voice] Can I get uhhhh… crying kink + dumbification with Jungkook please 👁👄👁 thanks queen ily

You guys are really out there getting inside my head and seeing my kinks? Interesting 🤔

— contents and warnings: smut, pwp, unprotected sex, dirty talk, crying kink, overstimulation, degradation, dumbification, use of the word “slut” and “stupid”, harddom!jk x sub!reader, a tiny bit of praise, creampie, established relationship, there is no plot only filth lmao 

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Jungkook was looking at you like he was about to tear you apart, and you couldn’t say that you were bothered by that. 

Actually, you weren’t certain that was the expression you were seeing — the cloudy veil of tears that covered your eyes didn’t allow you to observe his face for long before they were streaming down your face, over your cheeks and into your hairline. What you did know, however, was that you never heard him groan so loud before. 

“Fuck, look at you,” he spat, his voice a breathless moan that dragged you to hell and back, “you beg for my cock then you turn into a crybaby when you get it. So fucking hot.” 

And you couldn’t bring yourself to respond, because your mind had turned into a pandemonium and you didn’t even know what to say. With Jungkook buried inside your pussy, fucking you hard and deep, all that you could focus on was the lewd sounds of your wetness around him — courtesy of your last orgasm — and the hard feeling of his cock splitting you open like it belonged there. 

He chuckled above you, lowering himself so he could place his mouth next to your ear. “Pretty little thing,” he teased, an airy moan leaving his throat as you clenched around him. “So needy for more, isn’t that right?” 

You nodded, desperate. The sounds you were making were shameful to say the least, but you simply could not suppress them. Your moans and whimpers were loud and high-pitched, ringing in Jungkook’s ears like a choir of angels and making the pleasure in your core grow at a dangerous speed. “J-Jungkook, please…”

Jungkook leaned back so he could stare at you, his cock still dragging on your walls. “Please what, baby?” He asked and suddenly you didn’t know where you were heading anymore. His gaze was too dark, too piercing, shot directly at you through the thick curtain of his bangs — yes, it wasn’t an impression: he really looked like he was about to tear you apart — and it wiped your head clean of everything else. “Gotta tell me what you want.” 

And you swore you were trying, but the words just wouldn’t come out. You were too overwhelmed, too sensitive, the feeling of his cock throbbing inside you was making you lose your sanity. “I c-can’t…” 

There was a ghost of a smirk that blossomed on his lips, a wicked little thing that made your knees weak. “Can’t?” He repeated, pressing his forehead against yours. Jungkook was breathing hard through his words, a cloud of hot desire that hit your face every time he spoke. “My baby’s too stupid to tell me what she wants? Uh? Can only think about cock?” 

“I’m— I’m not stupid,” you managed to get out, a pathetic whimper that you weren’t sure he had heard at first. There was a thick wave of heat washing over your body, your breasts bouncing every time he thrusted inside you. Maybe Jungkook was right: maybe you could only think about his big cock, maybe you were left a stupid and babbling mess because of it. 

Jungkook placed a soft kiss on your lips — a condescending action, you noticed. “You are, baby,” he pressed on, speaking to you like you were a silly kid, “a stupid girl that is only good for taking cock.” 

Again, you couldn’t bring yourself to respond, not when Jungkook was so close to you, sucking you in like you were a star orbiting a black hole. You couldn’t even imagine how you must’ve looked at that point — with mascara running down your face, heavy-lidded eyes and parted, swollen lips. You thought that maybe you had even started to drool, but you didn’t even know anymore. All that you knew was that you were at his mercy, being used like a rag doll the way he liked it. And you loved every second of it. 

“This pussy feels so fucking good,” Jungkook moaned out, a grunt escaping his throat as you clenched around him. You didn’t know how long you could still hold before your high washed over you, you could feel yourself tumbling over the edge at any second now. “Such a needy slut. Made for this fat cock.” 

A pathetic “Y-yes,” came out like a mewl from between your lips, quickly swollen by his mouth. Jungkook kissed you hungrily, fast, and you could barely keep up with his sensual motions as he eased his tongue into your mouth. It was all too much, you couldn’t take it. “J-Jungkook,” you called again when he moved away. “Gonna cum.”

“Again, baby?” He asked wickedly, that sly smirk mocking you better than his words ever could. “My stupid baby is going to cream my cock all over again? Is that all that you can do?” 

“Yes, please,” you sobbed. Tears were streaming down your face once again — out of sensitivity or frustration, you couldn’t tell. 

“Touch yourself for me, baby.” His words almost knocked you out, your eyes widening in an odd mixture of worry and anticipation — you were so, so sensitive already, you didn’t know if you’d be able to do that. “What? You know how to do that, right?” Jungkook could sense your hesitation from a mile away, a smirk growing on his pouty lips when you finally found the strength to nod. “So go ahead. Play with your pussy for me, make it cum around me.” 

You had to bite down your lip when your hand weakly trailed down your stomach, moving between your folds to collect a bit of your wetness before, at last, pressing down on your clit. You shuddered when you started tracing circles on it, your eyes closing and back arching at the combined stimuli of your fingers and his cock. 

There was barely any time to prepare yourself before your orgasm washed over you, making your body tremble as your digits worked fast on your sensitive spot. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth opened, another tear running down your face as you mindlessly called for Jungkook’s name.

“That’s it, fuck,” Jungkook cursed, voice airy and a moan threatening to drip past his lips. His thrusts had lost their rhythm, his cock slapping in and out of your quivering heat at a random pace, and you knew he was close before he even said it. “God, this pussy’s so tight. Gonna cum inside, gonna make you mine, baby.” 

You took your hand away from your heat, overwhelmed. Jungkook was still pounding into you, making you see stars. “Please do, please.” 

“Ffffuck,” Jungkook moaned, shoving his head on the crook of your neck. He pistoned his hips a few more times before he was cumming, filling you up with his seed as your walls milked the last remnants of his orgasm. “Fuck. God. That’s it. So fucking good.” 

You flinched when he removed his length from you, an airy moan perishing on your lips as he leaned in to kiss you. Once again, the kiss was messy, wet and uncoordinated, and you struggled to keep up with the hungry pace of his lips against yours. 

Jungkook parted the kiss with a deep hum, his thumb coming out to caress your lips. “Perfect for me,” he praised, his voice husky and deep. There was a wildfire of lust burning at the back of his eyes, waves of heat that emanated from his body, consuming you whole. “Suck on it.” 

You opened your mouth without hesitation, allowing for his finger to enter it. He had trained you so well that it became like second nature to you. 

“Good girl.” Jungkook loved the view of you slurping on his thumb, your warm mouth wrapping around his finger like it was made for it. It was hard to think when you were looking at him with those pretty eyes, that eager spark in them that showed him you were searching for more. “Horny little thing. Think you can do one more for me?” 

You nodded, removing his finger from your mouth. “Only for you.”

just a taste | kth | m

— summary; in which Werewolf!Taehyung really, really loves eating you out. 

— warnings; mentions of wet dreams, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), dry humping, Tae cumming in his pants, overstimulation, werewolf!tae x human!reader, hugedick!tae, this is pretty much pwp

— words; 2.5k

Part of you knew what was coming when your boyfriend woke you up in the middle of the afternoon, after you had explicitly asked him to let you sleep in peace. 

The last weeks in your office had been hell: too many spreadsheets to fill, too many late-night shifts and, just to top it all off, too many annoying coworkers talking too much about too little. You were basically being fueled by coffee and rage by that point and, just to be sure that you would make good use of your day off, you made yourself clear to Taehyung. He only had your permission to wake you up in case of an emergency — house on fire, near death experience, natural disaster. Things like that. 

He nuzzled against your neck, his back pressing firmly against you as his arm slithered over your waist, holding you in place. “Babe, I’m so horny,” he moaned, the outline of his cock traveling between your asscheecks as he slowly thrusted upwards, trying to find some friction. 

Which was totally not an emergency. 

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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. 

NSFW Alphabet - kth

➳ pairing : kim taehyung x f!reader

➳ genre : smut, explicit.

➳ summary : A - Z nsfw alphabet for dominant taehyung and submissive f!reader.

Masterlist || Jungkook version

➳ rating : 18+

➳ warnings : language, loads of sex talk.

➳ requests : closed.

➳ taglist : join my taglist!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Taehyung is a really caring daddy partner. He always cleans you up after cream-pieing you, snuggles with you until you fall asleep, and calls you sweet names.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Taehyung clearly loves every inch of your body, but you know better that he’s biased about your ass and breasts.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Taehyung loves cream-pieing you, too much as some might say. He just loves the feeling of unloading his seed deep inside your pussy.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Taehyung will never ever share you with another man (he is very possessive), though he wouldn’t mind another woman joining you two on the bed. Only if you’re comfortable with it, of course.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Taehyung, as the elder one is definitely more experienced than you. He knows what to do. You do too, and you are pretty good at most of the things, but since Taehyung is the dom, you still have to learn... a few things.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style, Taehyung loves doggy style. Because he loves watching his length disappearing into your cunt, and he loves spanking your ass while fucking you senseless. He also loves the sound of his hips slapping against your ass, so so much.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Taehyung is serious and in the zone when he’s fucking you or making love to you. Your pleasure is his number one priority and he takes it seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Taehyung is cleanly trimmed. There’s bare minimum hair. Intimate hygiene is super important to him.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Taehyung is deeply intimate during sex. He cradles your body in his strong hands, he fucks you deeply and whispers in your ear that you’re such a good slut for him, he does everything to make you feel special and only his.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Taehyung is not shy when it comes to touching his own cock. He’s loyal to you, hence, if needed, he will touch himself. And since you like watching him masturbating, he has more reasons to do it ;)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Daddy kink is one of his biggest kinks. Taehyung loves it when you call him oppa. He also has a impregnate kink, but since you are on birth control, it doesn’t actually happen.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere to be honest, Taehyung doesn’t care about the place at all. But, you will say his favorite place is shower, followed up by bed and desks.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You, what else? Anything you do can turn him on. Taehyung is very needy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Taehyung will never do anything that you are uncomfortable with. He loves you too much to do that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Taehyung definitely loves recieving. He loves it when you wrap your lips around his cock, sucking him off while choking on him. He also likes seeing you struggle taking his dick, and he loves it when you play with his balls. Basically, he loves blowjobs from you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Taehyung is all about fast, rough and hard fucking (you like it too). He is the dominant one and he likes being in charge.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

You two have quickies on a regular basis, and both of you like it. Taehyung gets horny for you literally anywhere/anytime and quickies are lifesaver.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Taehyung is a risk taker. Though, he will not do anything you are uncomfortable with. He like high bdsm though, the use of blindfolds, gags and ties makes him happy.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Taehyung and you can go for 2/3 rounds. And he can make you last till 37 minutes, and he can upto 40 minutes. He’s all about rough sex so it’s hard to last long, but you two make it work.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Taehyung and you own a vibrator. He uses it on you sometimes, he likes watching you writhe.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Taehyung is not much of teaser, but when he ties you up, he teases you badly.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Both of of you are loud. Taehyung growls a lot, and you moan and scream. You two are pretty loud together, neighbours don’t get enough sleep probably.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Taehyung loves watching you squirt. You usually squirt only due to over simulation, and oh, he loves seeing it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Taehyung is huge, like huge. He is thick and long, easily fills you up all the way up to your cervix, and he knows damn well that he is big. But still, he loves hearing it from you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

My my, Taehyung’s sex drive is crazy. He can get horny for you anywhere/anytime. Literally. You are not complaining though ;)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You are pretty fast at falling asleep, since he tires you out a lot. If he’s spooning with you, you fall asleep faster, and Taehyung falls asleep a bit later. He likes to feel you sleeping before he drifts off.

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Control | kth (m)

➳ pairing: ceo!taehyung x spouse f!reader

➳ genre: established relationship, pwp, smut, explicit.

➳ summary: you’ve been testing your husband’s patience for a while now, simply for fun. But you never imagined that he would take revenge this way.

— masterlist

➳ rating & word count: 18+ ; ~4.5K

➳ warnings: language, explicit sexual content, hard dom!taehyung, sub!reader, thigh riding, oral sex (f!receiving), dirty talking, pet names, praising, use of sex toys, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (be safe people!!), over stimulation, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), big d*ck!taehyung, cream-pie — this is a work of fiction and doesn’t represent taehyung in any way!

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➳ a/n: A huge thanks to @starlightauroras-main for beta-reading, literally what’d I do without you 😭? Banner made by the lovely @eerieedits 🤩 thank you so much val ❤️!!

The consistent ringing of the doorbell would’ve frustrated Taehyung any other evening, but this time it’s different. Tonight, he drops his phone on the living room couch, dashing for the door. As he takes the package from the delivery boy, his heart thrums excitedly. It’s finally here. He can’t wait for tomorrow morning.

Inspecting the box closely, Taehyung walks over to the center table, and tries to imagine your face when you open your gift. A deep satisfaction makes him smile.

“Baby, who is it?” Your voice snaps him back to the present.

He hides the box in the kitchen before answering you, “It’s the security, love! Just giving me an update about something.”

Happy that it was well hidden, he enters the bedroom and notices your sleepy form. Taehyung climbs up on the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms. “Goodnight, jagiya. Sleep tight!” A smirk lingers on his lips even when he falls asleep, already picturing the following day.

You wake up to a gentle pressure against your lips and the insistent pattering of rain against your bedroom window. Fluttering your eyes open, you notice your husband’s gorgeous face hovering over yours, dropping a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“I made breakfast, jagiya.” With that, he retreats from your shared bedroom. You whine in protest. Turning over on the far too cozy mattress, you blink at the digital clock on the bedside table, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand.

A smile plays at the corner of your lips, the longing to be with your husband dispersing the last of your drowsiness. Yawning softly, you kick off the warm sheets and stretch your arms until they make a satisfying popping sound. You listen to the rain thrum against the windows for a moment before getting to your feet.

You enter the bathroom and brush your teeth before getting ready for your shower. Despite the initial chilling cold, you manage to step beneath the calming spray. Soon enough, the warm water hits your skin and you clutch your vanilla body wash.

After finishing up with your shower, you dry your hair, getting ready for work, where your husband happens to be your boss. If you’re being honest with yourself, you never thought that you’d have your happy ending with him. Especially when he was so cold at first. But now, you couldn’t imagine your life without him in it. Shaking off the thoughts, you smile confidently at the mirror, doing a little twirl. Your stomach growls, reminding you to eat breakfast.

The living room and kitchen are unnaturally quiet, save for the rain and the purr of the expensive coffee machine your husband owns. A lamp illuminates the open space from a corner, fighting back the dreary weather.

Taehyung stands in front of the buzzing espresso maker, clad in a pair of sweatpants and cotton tee, which surprises you. Shouldn’t he be all suited up and ready for work? Head tilted down, he waits for the mug to fill up. It’s clear that he’s impatient, his left hand running through his hair, his biceps flexing. Shifting side to side, he gives you the exclusive view of his butt. He’s a sight for sore eyes.

You make your way over to him with a pleased sigh, curling both arms around his waist and pressing your cheek to his solid back. His rumbling chuckle tickles your warm, lotioned skin as you let yourself feel his entire form, drinking him in.

“So handsy,” he chides quietly and without any actual reproach. Turning off the machine and setting the mug of coffee down, he turns around in your grasp, affectionately carding a hand through your smooth hair. “Sleep well?”

With your face resting on his chest, you glance up. “Yeah. You let me sleep longer than usual today, Mr. Kim.”

A teasing and ever so slightly foreboding glint settles in his brown irises, making the gold flecks in them visible. “Don’t get used to it,” Taehyung remarks. “There’s a reason as to why I let you sleep. I wanted you to be… exceedingly rested.”

You raise your eyebrow in surprise, unable to keep your heart from jumping into your throat at his tone. “Oh? Let me guess… Another packed up day with meetings?”

Full mouth twisting into a minuscule smile, he runs his thumb along your jawline. “No, no! Today’s our day off. We’re having some fun today. I mean, I will most certainly have fun. As for you… Well, we will see about that.” Untangling himself from you, he nods over to the kitchen island. “Come on, have your breakfast.”

You nod, happily sitting down with him to eat the pancakes he prepared with your daily dose of caffeine. “Mm, these are so good and fluffy!” you say appreciatively, chewing on the soft pancakes that melt in your mouth.

Taehyung smiles, reaching for your hand and lacing your fingers together. “I have a little something for you.” He strokes your skin beneath his thumb, looking at you expectantly.

“Really? That’s so amazing! Show me!”

Taehyung winks, motioning for you to finish your plate. “Ah, I love your excitement, sweetheart! It’s exciting indeed, but you’ll need to finish your breakfast first.”

Curiosity gets the better of you, and you complete your breakfast in record time. “What is it?” He points to the kitchen counter. Turning your head, you eye a previously inconspicuous package on the polished granite. “What is that?” you press, feeling oddly flustered.

“Oof, too many questions. Just open it already!” Taehyung says, still keeping his smile.

He gets up and steps away to lean against the counter, gesturing for you to start. You gulp nervously under his gaze, walking over to the counter and grabbing the box. The shiny, pastel-pink paper is almost buttery beneath your fingers as you pry it off the small rectangle, tatters of it decorating the stone.

Finally, the last piece falls away — and you can’t help but gasp softly. ‘Lelo – Wearable Smart Wand’, the box says in bold, elegant letters, right above a surprisingly tasteful depiction of it’s contents.

Next to you, Taehyung props his chin up on one fist, grinning from ear to ear as you lower your eyes, your cheeks heating up.

“Cat got your tongue, jagi?” he coos, treacherously innocent.

“…I’m – uhm.” Oh, you sound like someone who has never seen a sex toy before when you own one, for god’s sake! But… this? This is more than a little unexpected. You clear your throat, ignoring the surge of heat between your legs. “What exactly brought this on?”

He throws you a menacing glare. “You’ve been a very bad girl lately, don’t you think?” His tone makes you swallow. He notices the way you fidget nervously, biting your cheek. “Refusing my orders in bed. On a regular basis now,” he growls in your ear.

You shiver involuntarily, your pulse quickening. His attitude is exactly the reaction you expected when you thought of disobeying your dominant husband. But a sex toy? You never imagined your husband’s punishment for you to go down this route.

“Did you think that I would let you get away with what you’ve been doing?” Taehyung inches closer as he softens his tone, acting as if you aren’t the only people occupying the spacious kitchen who might hear his words. “Since you like testing my patience that much, I will test yours in return. If you think you can take it.”

His last sentence is as stern as the rest of his answer, but you immediately recognize it for what it really is – a question of assent. If you don’t want to continue, he’ll let it go without any complaint or reprimand.

But you do want to. You want this – him – always. He’s everything you’ve ever asked for.

Holding his tenacious gaze, you reach for the box and pull it closer before wordlessly returning your hands to his chest. Your noses brush briefly as Taehyung leans in, placing a kiss just below your ear.

“Good girl,” he mumbles, teeth grazing the tender skin. “I want you to change your clothes to something less professional now. And when you’re ready, join me in the living room. Don’t forget your present.” With that, he steps around you, leaving your flustered self alone in the kitchen.

The next few minutes pass in a dazed blur. You grab the package, making your way back to the bedroom, only to freeze in the doorway. He has made the bed and cleaned up the mess you left behind. Something warm and tender curls itself around your heart, making you smile softly. He keeps surprising you in the best ways, going from the demanding boss to the utterly loving husband.

After a long, mental debate on what you should wear for the day, you decide to go through your closet and try on the things you like. Somehow, it helps you. You’re quickly distracted by the dresses, thoughts of his present and words melting away.

Your mind stays empty until you are dressed in a short, flowy dress, the material barely able to cover your thighs. The bare skin suddenly reminds you of what’s about to come and you could swear the lace thong you are wearing is already wetting up.

You close the bedroom door gently behind you, inhaling a sharp breath. Crossing the open space of the apartment, you finally re-enter the living room. Taehyung is sitting on the couch, his eyes narrowed down at his laptop screen. Is he seriously working right now?

Brows knitted together in a little frown, you walk over to him, a pout adorning your face as he keeps gazing on the laptop, not even regarding your presence. His reading glasses sit low on the bridge of his nose, short sleeves rolled up even shorter, his strong muscles on full display.

Sexy, you think, fiddling with the box in your hands. You feel both embarrassed and intrigued by the thought of his hands around your throat. As if aware of your fruity mind, Taehyung steals a glance at you. Eyes sweeping from your toes up to your face, his darkening stare and stony-faced expression betray his sinful inner thoughts.

“Sit down,” he orders, after a few tense seconds of silence. Throat dry and movements shaky from nervousness, you take a seat in a corner of the couch. Without looking up at you, he grunts, complaining. “Y/N.”

You jolt up, confused, the package landing on the center table. Taehyung doesn’t bother to look at you, but there is a subtle smile playing on his lips and he is wordlessly patting one leg. There’s no need for him to elaborate; your feet carry you over to him hastily. Moving the laptop slightly, he gives you ample space to perch on top of his thigh, one arm snaking around you to continue what he’s working on.

Seconds pass into minutes. And even though your spot is quite nice, you are growing increasingly restless, wiggling closer to your husband.

“Impatient, are we?” Taehyung utters, without sparing you a single glance. “I suppose that’s my fault. You’re so used to getting what you want from me.” You turn your head to nuzzle his neck, enjoying the feel of his satisfied hum as you kiss the sensitive spot just beneath his jaw. His fingers comb through your hair strands, gentle at first, but tightening in the next moment, pulling you away. “You have to wait,” he mutters, seemingly unruffled by your seduction.

But there is obvious proof tenting his pants – proof that he’s just barely hanging on. You look down briefly and back up, only to find him staring at you with both amusement and exasperation.

“I can practically see the gears in your head turning, jagiya.” Letting go of your hair, he resumes his work. “You’re not getting a single inch. Not until I feel like you’ve earned it.” Taehyung reaches for the wireless mouse next to the laptop and pauses, tilting his head as if considering something. “Maybe I should give you a reminder.”

He grabs one of your legs, making you turn until you are straddling his thigh. The gusset of your panties press against the soft material of his sweatpants. “You can get off, if you want to.” He smiles, kissing the curve of your cheekbone. “But I’m not going to help you. If that’s not enough, you’ll have to settle for sitting here… just like this.”

Clutching his shoulders for support and burying your face in his neck, you shudder. It’s hard to decide whether you love or hate this with every emotion far too tangled up in the aching need rushing through your veins.

The first, careful sway of your hips makes you gasp. Soaked lace slides against your clit, barely an obstruction for his leg, the pressure deliciously perfect.

Your second rocking is a little harder, immediately followed by the next. Soon, you are riding him steadily, the spiraling pleasure making you sigh and moan. Taehyung lets you have your way, clicking and typing without pause. But he isn’t unaffected - his heartbeat is rapid and his breathing shallow, coming as short bursts.

“Taehyung—” His name is barely more than a whimper, caused by the clenching of his solid muscles, pushing against your core.

“Already?” he chokes, surprised. Finding the swell of your ass, he grasps the soft flesh desperately.

“I’m sorry, I just–” Your apology is cut off by your climax, your own thighs shaking and tensing. Eyes falling shut, you cry out, forehead resting on the ball of his shoulder. Tremors keep running and running through you, your body held steady by strong hands that guide you through it. Taehyung’s sweatpants, wet where you’ve just come, stick to his skin.

“Fuck.” The single, growled expletive marks the end of your husband’s patience.

Before you can catch your breath, he snaps his laptop shut and shoves it to the side. Taehyung lifts you up to drop you on the soft cushions. Gaze sharp and filled with desire, he looms over you like a vengeful ruler, reaching for the zipper of your dress and undoing it hastily. The material falls away easily, just like you planned, the delicate linen gathering at your sides. He bunches the loose clothing around your waist, leaving only the peach colored thong. Your nipples are erect, one of them being caressed by his thumb.

“Can’t believe you,” he mutters, immediately bending down to start covering the space with kisses and bites. “Can’t believe how ready you always are for me, good lord.” The scratch of his stubble is almost too much as he trails further down, tongue grazing the edge of your belly button. “Need you in my mouth. Want to taste how sweet you are.”

There is no chance for you to move, even if you wanted to. Arms winding around your thighs, Taehyung leans in to pull your panties away and lap at your cunt with his tongue, groaning deeply. With each flick and drag, he inches closer, spreading you wide with his upper body, as if letting it go will kill him.

Overly sensitive as you are, you can’t stop the shaking of your hips and the noises escaping your throat. “I’m– ah– I can’t—”

Taehyung raises his head, just enough so he can speak, voice raspy but firm. “You can and you will. It’s not up for debate, sweetheart.” He gently scrapes your labia with his teeth, brown eyes glinting when you squirm. “I want you dripping and tender before I let you have your new toy – which means you’re going to come for me again. Like a good girl.”

Closing his lips around your clit, he starts to suckle, his eyes watching intently as he digs his fingertips into your skin, almost to the point of pain. You arch your back, hands flying into his hair and babbling words that are barely coherent.

For a few sparkling, blinding white minutes, there’s only bliss, only his tongue and warm breath as he murmurs encouragement and praise.

It feels like gravity has loosened its hold on you momentarily, only to immediately wrench you back to earth. The ceiling seems to spin and it takes significant effort for you to push yourself onto your elbows.

Taehyung stares, wearing a somewhat drunk expression, eyes and lips glazed and his hair completely disheveled. His pants are tight at the front, probably uncomfortably so. A shiver goes through your limbs when he places a last kiss just above your clit. “Perfect,” he mumbles. “That’s my girl. You’re more than ready for your gift now, don’t you think?”

You want to agree, to nod, or even give him the box, but he reaches for it before you can, smirking at the feeble state he has put you in.

He takes his sweet time, plucking the single piece of tape off with a needless flourish. Finally, he’s able to reach inside, lifting the toy with a satisfied and fascinated hum. It appears precious in the morning light, the smooth silicone held in rose-gold. It’s thick shape doesn’t resemble your own vibrator at all, looking a little like a wiggly ‘T’.

“I cleaned it before when you were changing your clothes,” he informs you and pulls something else from the box – a tiny bottle of lube. “I also got this.” He gives a throaty chuckle. “You’re probably wet enough, but…” Gaze dragging over your nude form, Taehyung sighs. “You’re so small and delicate.” An endearing look adorns your face, his worry making your heart flutter. He flicks the cap of the lube open, squeezing a generous dollop onto the toy. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me for permission to come.”

Leaning over you, Taehyung braces himself on the back of the couch, his occupied hand drifting down, down, until you can feel the blunt end of the toy nudging lace to the side and dipping between your slit. Your mouth falls open, lashes fluttering madly. You can’t help it though, his heated expression and the sensation of the vibrator are almost too much to take. There’s no resistance, just the faint, wet noise of it slipping inside, the flat end coming to rest on your clit.

“God, look at you,” he breathes. “How does it feel?”

“It’s…” You swallow nervously. “It’s good. Nice. But, Tae, it’s not you–”

“That’s the point, sweetheart.” He places a light kiss on the tip of your nose – too affectionate and too innocent for what he is doing to you. “You know why. It’s either this, or nothing at all.”

Pulling you upright, Taehyung pulls up your dress, redoing the zipper and properly covering you up again. You notice that he’s still rock-hard, the thick ridge of him straining his sweatpants.

“Maybe I could… help?”

He snickers. “Nice try.” Another kiss lands on the corner of your mouth, lingering, just long enough to be teasing. “Remember the file I sent you yesterday through email? It’s about an upcoming collaboration. Go through it and send me your ideas.” You gape at him after he has dropped back into his seat, his whole demeanor radiating cockiness. “Well? Do you need my invitation, Mrs. Kim?”

Slipping from the couch, you shoot him a look full of frustration, huffing a lock of hair out of your heated face. The motion jostles the toy between your legs, turning walking into a definite challenge. Pausing by the doorframe, you glance back.

Taehyung just smiles, quirking an eyebrow at you.

You’ve always been a trustworthy employee. That’s how he noticed you at first. But right now, any sort of comprehension is beyond you.

The pdf file on the computer screen describes the point of the collaboration and the goals the company is trying to achieve. But, most of it is simply blurring into a puzzling mess. The barely audible humming at the apex of your thighs intensifies, the part of the toy resting on your clit thrumming wildly for a moment before slowing to a frustratingly slow rhythm. This is the fourth time in fifteen minutes.

After you entered the home office, Taehyung started slowly, keeping your gift’s pace at a bearable minimum and actually giving you some time to read. But now he seems to be just fine with challenging your composure.

You moan a little when the speed picks up again, your head falling back from pleasure. Your panties are completely ruined, wet enough to slick your inner thighs.

Gosh, you need something to distract yourself.

Closing the file, you get up with unsteady legs and make your way to the washroom. The cool marble of the counters is a relief for your hot palms. You squirm towards the sink, splashing cold water on your face. It calms your nerves, the excessive heat from your skin lowering – until the entirety of the toy starts to hum, rubbing against your g-spot, clit, literally everywhere. You close the running tap, gasping and holding onto the edge of the sink. So close, so close and you need to come.

A calloused hand drifts around your waist, settling on your lower abdomen and guiding you back against a solid chest.

“Taking a break already?” Taehyung rasps, tickling your earlobe. “Or are you being lazy?”

You whimper. “No, no, I was just–”

“Hot?” He reaches for your face, the pleasant touch of his palm making you shudder. “Very good. I’m glad to know that you’re being punished properly.” Taehyung pulls his phone from his pocket. With a flick of his thumb, the buzzing toy within you starts swirling, drawing an undignified yelp from you. He smiles as if he isn’t inflicting torture of the meanest kind on you. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?”

“I’m sorry,” you hiccup, legs giving out beneath you. His strong arms immediately grab you before you can hit the floor.

“Oh?” Holding you by the waist, he slowly backs you up against the counter. “Care to specify?”

“I’m sorry for– for disobeying you and testing your patience.” You are so, so close. Deep down, you pray that he’ll let you come this time.

“You’re not going to do it again, are you?”

“I won’t, I won’t, I – fuck, baby, please.”

The toy stops. You are still hovering by the edge, ready to fall over it, tears gathering in your eyes from being denied once again. You want to say something, curse him, maybe. But you only manage a few muffled words before he hauls you up effortlessly.

You feel very small as he carries you through the condo with long, decisive steps. Clinging to him, you nibble on his earlobe until he grunts out loud.

Your back hits the bed hard, the mattress creaking. Your mouths collide with a clack of teeth and shared moans, unashamed in the hushed light breaking through gray clouds and filtering through the windows.

“I know you need to come,” Taehyung mutters, inching away to tear at your dress, “but you can only do it around my cock.” The linen lands in a pile at the foot of the bed, followed closely by your panties.

You can only guess how you look like right now, shaken up and needy, thighs parted to reveal how shiny and puffy you are around the toy. It seems to be captivating enough for him to stare like he is taking his fill.

“You may think that you were the only one tormented today, but you have no idea -” he finds the end of the vibrator, gently pulling at it - “no fucking idea how many times I had to stop myself from leaving my seat to find you. Maybe fuck my hand while my gift makes your legs kick out.”

When the toy slides from you, it’s both relieving and disappointing, leaving you empty, wanting. He tosses it carelessly to the other side of the bed, discarding his tee next to it.

Your doe eyes drink in his broad shoulders, his defined pecs, his thick member as he pulls it free from pants and boxers, both now riding low on tapered hips.

Mine, your subconscious purrs. You sigh in agreement, the noise darkening his expression. He climbs up on the bed immediately, your mouth opening willingly for him. Taehyung tangles your tongues together in a passionate kiss, his hand roaming all over your body.

“How are you even real?” he whispers, tugging at your hair while you trail wet kisses across his face. He doesn’t need to extend the foreplay - you’re already more than ready to take him.

Giving you a brief peck on the lips, he moves to your jawline, going down your neck, biting you gently along the way. His lips worship you, kissing every bit of your silky skin as he finally positions himself along your aching entrance.

Your moans are muffled in his kiss when he smoothly penetrates you, your body alight from the euphoria. He growls, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Taehyung hugs you tight and your body instinctively clings to him, inviting him all the way in. So he complies, pushing himself as deep as he can go, his balls resting against your butt. You almost explode at the sensation, your walls clenching around him.

“Please… move,” you beg, the need surging inside you blinding any other emotions. He nods, staring to rock his hips. Frenzied moans escape you as his cock brushes your most sensitive spots. Encouraged by the sounds of your delight, your husband builds the pace up until he’s pounding you ruthlessly.

“Did I go hard on my princess today, hm? Pushed my jagi too hard?” You nod with a mewl, your nails digging into his back, sure to leave marks that’ll be visible the next day. “But you’re such a good girl. Took everything so skillfully.” Taehyung hums, his pubic bone grinding on your clit, a gasp leaving you. Desperate, you wrap yourself tight around him, pushing on his ass with your heels to have him deeper. He growls, giving you a hard kiss on the mouth. “I’m not going to last long, jagiya.”

Your enraptured moans accompanied by his guttural groans form a wicked melody, the sound getting more extreme with each of his thrusts. You surrender yourself to him completely. His cock starts hitting your cervix and g-spot with each thrust, a blinding sensation rocking your body.

The orgasm hits both of you simultaneously as you scream each other’s names in fervor, sweat and bliss dripping down your skin. Your walls pulsate around his throbbing length, milking him shortly after. Thick ropes of his cum fill you up, making you purr in satisfaction.

Eyes closed from pure ecstasy, you try to catch your breath. Taehyung leaves gentle kisses across your chest before resting his head on the soft flesh, sighing happily. You don’t know after how long you flutter your eyes open again, but he’s already looking at you with a very gentle smile on his lips – exactly opposite to his dominant side.

“Let me run you a bath.” He strokes your face, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“You’re joining me, right?” You nuzzle his hand, looking at him expectantly.

“Anything my sweet baby wants,” Taehyung murmurs, gently gathering you in his arms and carrying you into the bathroom.

the end ♥

author’s notes 💌:

thank you so much for reading bubs! hopefully you enjoyed the longest pwp i’ve ever written (damn i’m on a roll lol)! reblogs are highly appreciated 🥺💕! also leave your feedback if you want to 🥺❣️uwu!

I used the ‘bad girl’ couple here, in far future because things are complicated between them rn spoiler alert sorry not sorry jsgjfhk.

I’ve never written these type of themes before, so I apologise beforehand if there are any type of mistakes 🤧!! I did read a few fics where a character is hard dominant but still idhjksgk, i’m a newbie, please be gentle 🥺!!

No harm done | jjk

➳pairing: detective!jungkook x suspect f!oc

➳genre: detective!au, angst, mystery, strangers to enemies to lovers, smut.

➳summary: on a random morning you wake up with a handsome stranger looming over you. once the haze is gone, you come to know that your uncle, who brought you up since you were a child, has been murdered yesterday night and the stranger is apparently the detective who’s looking over the case. more badly, he’s suspecting you. will you be able to prove your innocence?

— masterlist

➳rating & word count: 18+ ; ~5.5K

➳warnings: trigger warnings, mention of murder, blood, violence; explicit sexual content, stripping, sexual tension, unprotected sex (be safe!), rough sex, oral (m!receiving), vaginal fingering, nipple play, marking, choking, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), desk sex, sir kink — this is fictional and doesn’t represent jungkook in any way!

➳a/n: hi loves! i’m here with the rewrite of ‘troublemaker’ as i promised! this is a fast and wild ride, enjoy ♡!! thank you so much to @outromoni for making me this beautiful banner! This is unedited, forgive me for my mistakes!

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The observant and cautious eyes of the eminent detective, Jeon Jungkook, sweeps over the tainted crime scene. His lips are pressed together in a thin line and his brows are furrowed from the numerous possibilities running through his mind. If he understands something by now, it’s that Mr. Emery’s murder was out of pure rage. The body has been sent to the postmortem already. But the dark patches of blood on the expensive carpet are telling a story of their own.

He has a hunch that it’s someone close to him. Someone who probably wasn’t happy with his decision and during an argument they lost their mind and committed the murder. Most probably unintentional but still, crime is crime.

Without the need to turn around, Jungkook can feel someone’s presence behind his back. Fixing the little creases on his coat, he turns around. The sorrowful, broken form of the victim’s wife almost makes him frown. But, being the professional he is, he clears his throat. “Can I help you with anything?”

He notices the way anger burns in her mournful eyes, her hands turning into fists. “Do you know who did it? I hope that moron burns in–”

“Ahem.” he steadily interrupts, “I’ve just started considering all the clues and once I’m done, I’ll start interrogating the family members. Please be patient.”

She sighs. “Fine. I’ll leave you to your work.”

“Thank you for understanding and cooperating.” He nods.

As soon as she leaves the room, he rolls up his sleeves, his muscles flexing as he stretches his figure. He decides to look around the bedroom yet again. Jungkook wants to make sure that he’s gathering every possible clue from the crime scene which can come handy to find the culprit.

After a few minutes of thorough lookout, he finds an intricate lace button. It clearly belongs to one of the ladies of the Emery family. He picks it up in his gloved hand, the sunlight making it glisten like a twinkling star. With a knowing smirk, he waves one of his assistants, the next step he’s about to take already set up in his mind.

In the living room, Jungkook gathers all the family members, carefully noticing the nervousness and sorrow painted in their eyes. After moments of stretched, uncomfortable silence, he finally speaks up, “Visit me in the library one by one.”

The victim’s son is the first person to knock on the library door.

“Can you recall any recent arguments, or disagreements your father had with someone in the past few days?”

“Well... Dad is– sorry, I mean..” Rafael stops, swallowing heavily.

“It’s alright.”

“Yeah... Dad was a really level-headed person. But probably 2 weeks ago he had a disagreement with y/n. It was about her being single, I think? Not sure, but I don’t think that it affected their father-daughter like relationship. Actually sometimes...”

“Sometimes?” Jungkook asks, taking notes in his mind.

“Nothing, it just feels like he loves y/n more than his own child haha. But it’s alright, I’ve seen them like this since my childhood.”

“I see. Do you have something else to say? What about the decision of his business empire he made?”

“He kept me out of his business. And I personally don’t have any interest in it. I’m a wildlife photographer, my passion is entirely different in comparison with his.”

“Oh, I see.”

~

Mr. Emery’s wife enters the library as the second person.

“Just wanted to ask, is this button yours? In any case, just trying to make sure.” The detective shows her the evidence bag.

“No, no! Not mine!! I don’t have any dresses like that!!”

“Please calm down, I’m not here to arrest you. Just asking.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to burst out like that... I’m just going through a lot. Losing my husband so suddenly has affected me.” She mumbles the last sentence, a lone tear rolling down her cheek.

“I understand that.” Jungkook nods, continuing with a sigh.

“I heard from Rafael that your husband had a disagreement with y/n… do you happen to know what was that about?”

“Ah… yeah. He was not happy with the fact that his orphan niece is still not settled down with one of the suitors he recommended.” She replies, her voice sounding… bitter.

“Thank you for your input. You’re free to go, for now.”

~

The housemaid is up next.

“So Nini. For how long are you working for the Emery’s?”

“It’ll be 4 years in a few months.”

“That’s a long time! So you’ve earned their trust I assume?”

“Hehe, I hope so.” She shrugs.

“Okay, so do you happen to know anything about this button?”

“Uhm... that button– that button is probably from a fancy lace covered crop top of y/n.”

“Are you sure?”

“I think so. She has so many of them! And the buttons in those tops look like this as far as I remember.”

“That’s interesting.” He hums thoughtfully, putting the evidence bag away.

~

The sound of Jungkook’s impatient feet padding against the sleek wooden floor echoes through the spacious library. After waiting for a bit more, he groans, “Sammy! I’m waiting for 45 minutes now, where the hell is the niece of the victim??”

Squinting his eyes, Sammy pokes his head in, his voice nervous. “Um, sir I asked the maid–”

“Get straight to the point.”

“She’s still sleeping... and she’s not informed yet about the murder...”

Jungkook snaps his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose. Gosh, he fucking hates lazy, spoilt girls. Who the fuck sleeps at 11 am?

As if on impulse, he decides to wake her up by himself. He takes a few deep breaths and unbuttons his shirt around his chest. He’s furious, and he really wants to put the damn girl in her place.

“Sammy! Where the hell is her room?”

“On the 2nd floor I think.”

“I’ll just ask the maid. You know that you shouldn’t answer unless you’re sure about it!!”

“I’m sorry sir...”

Jungkook strides out of the library without another word. He spots Nini in the living room.

“Hey! Can you tell me where’s the room of y/n?”

“Oh... Why?” She looks at him, taken aback.

“I need to interrogate her.” he states coldly.

“I’m sorry but we haven’t told her anything yet–”

He interrupts the maid, “That doesn’t bother me.”

Nini looks around helplessly. “Please understand, it’s a family decision. Her uncle was all she had, her parents died when she was 7 months old and–”

He groans, “Oh please, I don’t have the time to listen to your sappy stories. I have work to do.”

“It’s the reality not a sappy–”

“You know what? I’ll find her room on my own.” With that, Jeon Jungkook stomps off, frustration running through his veins. People like this make him angry.

On the 2nd floor, he stands in front of a beautifully crafted wooden door, and for some reason, he feels in his guts that this is the room of the girl.

Cautiously, he turns the doorknob, just slightly surprised to find it unlocked. He peeks inside, a beautiful, sculpted female curled up in the bed. He enters the room stealthily, his body freezing at the gorgeous sight he’s met with.

There you are, with nothing but a sheer white nightie and a pair of pastel pink panties. Your mesmerizing face is completely rested as you sleep peacefully. The white nightie is short, so short that he clearly sees your cute butt, the delicate lace of your thong barely holding it together.

Next, his eyes trail up to your navel, belly and breasts… Jungkook can feel his cock twitching in the confines of his pants when he notices your perky nipples through the sheer material.

For a moment, he just thinks how it will feel to have you pinned against the mattress, his lips around your sweet, sweet nipples and his cock deep buried inside your cunt, your pillowy lips parted as he fucks you, taking out all the frustration he’s feeling right now. It would feel like heaven, he imagines.

Damn it! Get your shit together!

What is he thinking about? It’s unethical and against his morals to imagine having sex with a potential suspect, but fuck this! His traitorous body speaks otherwise.

Cursing himself for letting his guard slip, he takes a deep, steadying breath, forcing away all the inappropriate thoughts and ignoring the semi-hardness in his boxers. He needs to get back to his zone.

Sighing inaudibly, he approaches you, clearing his throat loudly. You whine in response, turning around so that your back is facing him. And almost immediately, his gaze focuses on your nightie falling aside, revealing your juicy ass.

He grits his teeth, trying to look away from where your panties have slid aside, the moist folds of you out in display. That paired up with the sound you just made, the detective feels his blood running south.

After a long moment of struggle, he looks away, regretting his decision to wake her up by himself. What the hell exactly was he thinking?! This is a disaster.

Jungkook reaches out to grab your forearm, the tip of his fingers softly brushing against the side of your soft breast.

“Later, Nini.” You let out a whimper, moving your hand away. That causes his palm to fall on the swell of your breast. For a fleeting second he grazes the gentle flesh, retracting his hand the next second as if it got burnt. He needs to stop, he really does.

The sound of the bed squeaking takes his attention, and he finds you stretching on the bed. Your long legs and torso straighten, your breasts standing tall like two dollops of ice cream with a cherry on top. Almost hypnotized by the scene, the detective looms over your figure, really wanting to rip off your skimpy clothes and ruin you right here, right now. From this close, he can inhale the sweet fruity scent of you, his mouth watering.

You feel someone’s hot breath fanning over your cleavage, softly writhing from the feeling before you flutter your eyes open. You’re immediately met with an insanely handsome stranger hovering over you, his eyes drinking you in. You bite down your lower lip, his tattooed hands, his firm, flat chest, the prominent bulge in his pants gathering wetness between your legs. His strong, dominant aura makes you swoon. Even though he’s a stranger, you’ll absolutely let him ruin your body. You can’t remember the last time you’ve desired someone this badly.

He finally meets your eyes, swallowing nervously and backing away. The crackling sexual tension between you and this stranger leaves you panting softly, your chest going up and down in a rhythm, making him run his fingers through his hair.

“Get dressed. I have work to do.” he scoffs, looking away.

Puffing out your lower lip, you whine, “Excuse me? You don’t get to break into my room and order me around! Who are you? Should I call the police?”

He chuckles. “The police report to me, sweetheart.”

“Wh– what?! Why? You’re lying!”

“I’m not lying. Get dressed. I do not wish to interrogate you in this state.”

Interrogation? About what?

Knowing very well that he’s lying, you come up with a plan to crack him up. Feeling rebellious, you pull out your nightie, your boobs jiggling as you look back at him, challenge in your eyes. He coughs, “Faster, or I’ll handcuff you and take you out just like this.”

Smirking, you stand up on your bed, turning back and wiggling your ass, shimmying out of your panties. “Maybe you can handcuff me and we can have some fun here...”

With your feet, you fling the piece of clothing back on the floor. You look back to catch him gawking at your naked form. But he clears his throat and looks soon after you turn around.

“Are you gonna get ready or what?”

You get down from the bed, walking up to him with a pout, “Why? Don’t you like what you see?”

You trail your finger down his chest, stopping right over his belt. He sucks in a shaky breath. “Are you trying to seduce the law? Do you know that you can get into jail for this?”

Not looking up, you softly stroke the tent in his pants, whispering, “But your body is speaking otherwise.”

He grips on your wrists roughly, his voice almost a growl, “Keep your hands to yourself, don’t test my fucking patience because I barely have any left!”

A flash of surprise and fear crosses your eyes, and you back off. The sudden wave of shame crashes down on you, and you cover your body with your hands and cross your legs together. Taking the note, he turns around to give you privacy, warning you, “You have 5 minutes.”

With shaky limbs, you head towards your closet, putting on a pair of denim, a monochrome tank top, and a black leather jacket in hopes that it’ll make you look tough. But what you don’t know is that two brown irises follow your every single movement.

Once you’re done, you tap on his shoulder, not daring to look at him. He takes the hold of your wrist, and you feel the warmth of him transferring to your skin.

Strangely enough, he takes you to the library, the anxious glances of your family members catching you off-guard. What is happening?

Inside, he motions you to take a seat. You sit down, not wanting to mess with the stranger anymore. From a drawer, he takes out a sealed packet, producing a familiar button from it.

“Is this yours?”

You throw him a questioning glance, “Yeah... why?”

“It was found in your uncle’s bedroom, where he was murdered last night.”

Deafening silence.

“So? Spill the beans, how’d it get there?”

You shake your head in disbelief, stuttering, “Who– who are you to say that?! How dare you lie to me about my uncle like that... He– I’ll go call him you’re a–”

“He’s in postmortem. I don’t think that he’ll answer you.” he shots back, his voice incredibly lacking warmth.

You choke out a sob, looking at him furiously. “Stop lying! Is this some sort of a prank?”

“Your uncle was murdered! You really think that me, Jeon Jungkook is here to prank you?!”

You stand up, glaring at him through tears, “You are Jeon Jungkook? Where’s the proof?”

Almost immediately he shoves his ID badge in your face, your heart sinking as you look at it. “JEON JUNGKOOK” — it says.

You know who Jeon Jungkook is. He’s probably the most trusted and consistent detective working with the state police.

“You mean– uncle... He– he—”

“Yes.”

Sobs escape you, your whole body trembling from the impact of his words. Ignoring your situation, he questions, “So? How did this button get there? You better have some good explanation because you’re on thin fucking ice.”

You shake your head violently, blinded by the tears, “I don’t know anything. Please leave me alone, I- I need to–”

Jungkook grips on your shoulder, “If you refuse to answer me here I’ll have to take you to my office.”

You snivel, covering your face with your hands, “Are you a human? Do you not understand that–”

“Oh I am a human, and after dealing with so many criminals I know what to do when things get messy.”

Unsure what to say further, you just look at him helplessly, “Are you implying that I’m the– the one who did it?”

Rolling his eyes, he crosses his arms around his chest, “Oh please. Don’t act so innocently. We both know that you’re not.”

Your head hanging low from the emotions, you choke out, “Listen I don’t know what you think but you need to understand my position–”

“Spoilt little girl.” he mutters under his breath as he shakes his head before calling out, “Sammy! Come here!”

His assistant comes inside, throwing you a pitying look. You try to control your breathing as two men discuss.

“Tell the house maid to find the top this button is from. We need to check it.”

Sammy nods, going outside. The detective looks at you with interest. “Get up, we’re going back to my office.”

After 2 hours of interrogation and several mental breakdowns, you rest your face on the ice cold metallic table. Your temperature is slightly high from all the stress and crying, and the cold surface stings your skin.

“Did you visit your uncle last night in his bedroom?” Jungkook repeats the same question for the hundredth time.

You shake your head no, your eyes cloudy as you feel yourself losing your consciousness. He gets behind your chair, holding you upright as he asks again, completely relentless about it.

“Okay so let’s pretend that you’re not the main suspect. Who do you think can do this to your uncle?”

You stand up, facing him with hatred in your eyes, “Can’t you just stop?!”

“Oh? So are you confessing that it was you?” he quirks his eyebrow.

Rage fills up your whole body, and you scream at him, “How many times have I told you that I didn’t do anything!? Why don’t you understand?! He was the only person I had left in my family!”

He sighs, clicking his tongue. “I’d love to believe you. But then again, you had a fight with your uncle a few weeks ago about your relationship status. Plus, a button from one of your crop tops was found in the spot. Do you think that I’m stupid?”

You hold your head in your hands, groaning, “But that doesn’t prove anything! I fought with him because he wanted me to marry someone he likes but I’m not ready for marriage. And I haven’t worn that top since last month!”

Jungkook taps his fingers against the table. “So he was pressuring you to marry. Sounds like you had enough reasons to push him out of your way.”

“What? Are you kidding right now? I’d never do that! I can’t just kill my uncle because he didn’t agree with me!” You protest, tired of defending yourself.

“Okay then what about the decision he made? Are you happy with the new outlook of his business empire?” He presses further.

You roll your eyes. “I’m a self-made woman. I was never interested in his business or whatsoever. It’s too much for me so I chose my own way.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but the impatient knock on the door interrupts. “Come on in.” he says loudly.

Sammy enters the room, handing him a file. “The postmortem report is in, sir.”

The detective takes it immediately, walking away from your seat. “Thank you, you may go.”

You gulp as he leaves, every cell in your brain practically screaming at you to ask Jungkook about the report. Different types of emotions show up on the canvas of his face, and you keep your eyes fixed on him. Suddenly, he gets up, catching your wrist and pulling you up. You shriek, “What are you doing? Ugh–”

“Shut up. We need your fingerprints immediately.” He cuts you off, urging you to move. You look at him with glazed eyes.

“Fine. Go ahead. Finally I’ll be free of your dumb accusations.”

He stays silent, but his glare speaks volumes.

After another tense hour spent arguing with Jungkook, you come back to the office with Sammy. “When the heck is your boss coming back?” you ask.

“Soon. Please be patient. If you’re truly innocent then you’ll be free to go after he comes back with results from the lab. He’s consulting with Dr. Ramsey.”

“Fine.” You huff, crossing your arms around your chest.

To your surprise, the detective comes back within an hour, a grim expression on his face. “Go inside. I need to talk with Sammy.”

You nod, heading into the interrogation cell without any further ado. You lick your dry lips, your heart thrumming in your chest. What are the results?

Jungkook enters the room swiftly, his hands turned into fists. You nervously look at his cold, brown eyes, a surge of fear taking over you.

“Your fingerprint… it did not match. You’re free to go, for now. But, you’ll be called if the case takes different turns.” he explains.

Anger and frustration bubbles up in you, and before you know, your hand is planted against his cheek with a rough slap. He growls like a wounded animal, twisting your hand and backing you up against the desk. The pain makes you scream, and you struggle to take your hand away from his iron grip, “It hu–hurts!”

“Let it.” he grits his teeth, “How dare you slap me?!”

“It was well deserved! You asshole! You’re inhuman to make me mmh—”

He captures your lips in a bruising kiss, his teeth sinking on your lower lip. You gasp in surprise, and using this to his advantage, Jungkook enters you, biting your tongue. A moan escapes you, his taste intoxicating as he ravages your mouth like a starved animal. Your knees buckle from the feeling, but before your legs can give up, he holds you tightly, pulling you into his body. His hardened erection presses against your belly.

You mewl, your head lolling back in pleasure. Getting the access to your neck, he pulls out your jacket, his teeth scraping on the sensitive skin of your neck. He alternates between soft licks and hard bites. You thread your fingers through his silky black hair, crying out in pleasure.

“You like that, huh?”

Humming, you tug on his shirt, the buttons flying away as you pull it away with haste. You need to feel his skin against yours.

He looks at you intensely, picking you up to settle you on the desk. His hands quickly work you out of your clothes, not stopping until you’re completely naked in front of him.

Kissing you passionately, Jungkook grabs your breasts, squeezing and kneading them, grunting in your ear, “You’ve teased me all day with godforsaken body, now it’s my time. To absolutely ruin you until you can’t fucking talk.”

You shudder, mumbling against his lips between heady, demanding kisses, “I thought you hate me? Jeon Jungkook? What about your ethics?”

He leans down to bite your left nipple briefly in response, flicking his tongue along it and biting gently on your breast. “Who told you that I hate you?”

You moan, encouraging him to go on. “Oh really? Your actions said otherwise.”

He takes your right nipple, hungrily sucking on it and grazing his teeth along it. “What actions? Like kissing you? And sucking your tits?”

“Lord…” you breathe out, reaching for his zipper and pulling his pants and boxers down.

“Fuck!” Jungkook groans, his rock hard cock springing out. It bobs lazily, the tip an angry shade of pink.

Your jaw hangs open, he has a beautiful, massive girth with veins. Your hands automatically brush over it gingerly. He kisses you again, boosting your confidence, your fingers now spreading his pre-cum beads on his tip.

He grunts, touching your foreheads together as you work on him.

“Can I.. taste you?” you offer.

Eyes hazy with lust, he nibbles on your lower lip, tangling his tongue with yours, “Call me sir, y/n. Beg me, tell me how much you want it.”

You feel your cunt throb, your voice merely a whisper, “Please sir, let me suck your cock. I need it so badly.”

Jungkook smirks, “Get on your knees.”

Within a blink, you sit down in front of him. Your mouth waters as you watch his fully erected cock, your tongue sticking out to lick his tip teasingly. His mouth parts softly, his eyes locking with yours when you play with his pink tip. You suck and dab on it with your tongue to gather up the pre-cum. His hand holds you by your hair, guiding your mouth on his full length, hissing with pleasure.

You slacken your jaw, trying to adjust to his dick while he forces you to take him whole, soon making you gag. “Can’t you take all of it?”

He throws you the most, self-satisfied and knowing smirk. With a few inches still left, tears gather in the corner of your eyes as you choke on his shaft, unable to take more of him.

Jungkook brushes away a lone tear lingering by your eye gently, whispering, “It’s alright... use your hands where you can’t reach.”

Nodding, you take his base in your hands, pumping and twisting it whilst bobbing your mouth up and down his length. He lets out a guttural groan, holding your face while you softly bite down on him, licking it to soothe the slight pain. You’ve never felt so nasty in your life, sucking and licking his cock like it’s your favorite popsicle.

“Oh fuck!”

He moans when you reach down to fondle with his balls, his hips bucking up to meet you halfway, his tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag again. Smiling, he takes the lead, going in and out of your mouth rapidly, incoherent words leaving you. You keep your hands on his balls, looking up at him with the most submissive eyes you can master.

“Ah! Damn it!” Jungkook grunts, picking up pace and mumbling to himself. You close your eyes from the anticipation, squeezing his cock with your throat. He slams in your mouth for one last time before he pulls out reluctantly, ordering you, “Climb up on the desk.”

You comply without any words, spreading your legs instinctively, waiting for him to touch your pussy which throbs for attention. He looks at your spread out form, licking his lips before attacking your mouth. You moan eagerly, his fingers parting your folds while he tastes himself in your mouth.

You break the kiss, grasping on his shoulders as he pushes two digits inside your core, pumping you slowly. He drops open mouthed, wet kisses along your jaw and your shoulder. His fingers curl inside you suddenly, making you whimper. You rock your hips with his movements, squeezing his fingers with your inner walls whenever he hits the correct spot. His thumb finds your swollen nub, rubbing it in tight circles.

Burying your face in his shoulder, you muffle your gasps and moans. Soon, you start to pulsate around him. He sucks on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, murmuring, “Don’t hold back. I can feel that you’re close.”

And you feel your pussy clench around his fingers. You can sense his smile against your skin, his fingers easing you out after you’ve come.

You take your time to gather yourself. Once stable, you look up to meet his brown orbs, darkened with desire. Jungkook extracts his fingers out of you, putting them in his mouth one by one and sucking them clean, “So fucking delicious, aren’t you?”

Your cheeks get warm from the compliment as he wraps your legs around his waist, his member poking your entrance. You bite your lip, whimpering softly at the thrill of Jeon Jungkook’s cock wrapped around your labia. He grunts, and without a warning, he slides inside your cunt.

Both of you moan simultaneously from the sudden pleasure, his cock stretching your walls to fit in. Once he’s balls deep inside you, he kisses your forehead, relishing the feeling of your warm, drenched core around his shaft. He fills you so perfectly, like two pieces of the same puzzle.

He starts to move, agonizingly slow and gentle, his lips peppering butterfly kisses on your bare skin. But soon, he loses it, jerking his hips to fill you up all the way and pulling away until only his tip is inside you, slamming back to your hilt again.

A string of whimpers escape you, his voice low from desire. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this to you since I saw you. You’re a fucking goddess.”

You pant heavily, looking up at him with doe eyes, crying out and mumbling between his hard thrusts. “I’ve... aah– wanted you too.” He reaches for your clit, his speed fervent. “Since– since I saw you ogling me.”

Jungkook chuckles out, his cock tirelessly hitting your g-spot again and again. “So you caught me staring, huh?”

You kiss him hungrily, moaning in his mouth as his cock brushes against your cervix, “I liked it– oh!”

He angles up his hips, stimulating you differently, in a way that leaves you feeling mushy. He presses on your clit harder, watching his length disappear inside your cunt and reappearing. He smiles when he feels your pussy tensing around him, his voice soft, “You feel so good, y/n.”

“Jungkook–”

He rolls your clit in tight circles, his thrusts now touching your cervix each time. Soon you feel the pleasure coil in your lower belly tightening, your voice a prayer as it snaps. Pleasure waves crash down on your body, your inner walls clenching around his cock. He slows down, gathering your body in his arms as you recover from the orgasm, feeling like a mess. Through the haze, you could feel one thing, that his cock is still inside you, hard and throbbing. You gulp, knowing that he’s not done yet.

Jungkook softly pushes you down on the table, the cold metallic surface hitting your back, a tingle running down your spine. He hauls up your legs, putting them up on his shoulders and looking down at you with a newfound tenderness.

His cock slides inside your cunt, filling you up inch by inch until you two are one, again. His movements are rough and demanding, but there’s a fragile intimacy between you.

You close your eyes, feeling slightly dizzy from the friction between your bodies. Your moans are a silent prayer to him. It seems like the more he fills you, the more your want for him crests. His hold on your legs tighten, and you know that he’s close.

“Cum in me, Jungkook...” you look up at him through half-closed eyelids, your cunt pulsating around him, making him growl.

“That’s potentially a dangerous invitation. Are you sure? We aren’t using protection so–”

“I’m on birth control. Please... I need your cum in me.”

“Fuck!”

He nods, giving a few more sloppy thrusts and shuddering, thick, milky ropes of his seed filling you up. You scream his name, quaking as you reach your third orgasm, a low groan falling off his lips. “Y/n... You feel so– oh my god!”

Your walls clamping down on his cock catches him off-guard, his pelvic muscles contracting.

Silence fills up the room, only your heavy breathing echoing through the cold, dimly lit office. He pulls out carefully, carrying you to the nearby washroom and cleaning you up, and cleaning himself.

“Can you walk?” He asks, concern coloring his voice.

You sigh, shaking your head, “I don’t know...”

He cradles you in his arms, taking you to a bedroom that’s connected with his office by an elevator. The door to it is hidden and secured with a number lock.

He puts you down on the bed, kissing your forehead and whispering softly, “I’m so sorry for being a jerk earlier... And I’m so sorry for now, I shouldn’t have worn you out like this...”

You squeeze his hands, looking at him with pain flashing in your eyes, “You were really an asshole with me jungkook... I lost my only family and you were so rough with me about everything... And–”

You stop, your stomach sinking as the thought crosses your mind, “And what did I do? I fucked the detective who’s investigating his murder. I’m– such a horrible niece–”

He bites his lip, his fingers brushing away your tears when you curl up in a cocoon, shame, guilt, pain tearing your heart apart.

“It’s– it’s my fault... Please don’t blame yourself.” Jungkook holds you close, stroking your back while you sob in his arms.

“I promise I’ll find out who did that to your uncle, okay?” He kisses your neck. “In fact, Sammy should be back soon with the fingerprint results of the rest of the Emery family.”

He drapes a soft blanket over you, “Rest, sweetheart. I’ll let you know once I figure out everything.”

Jungkook comes back after another hour, and you sit up immediately, a lump in your throat. “Do you… do you know who did it?”

He sighs, biting his lower lip nervously, “It was Mrs. Emery. Her finger print was found on the button of your top, as well as on your uncle’s phone.”

Clouds of overwhelming emotions gather in your mind… and tears stream down your cheeks in a silent pain that only you know. He comes up to your side quickly, hugging you tightly and patting your back.

“I already sent the police to arrest her. I don’t know why she was trying to frame you, but… we’ll see I guess.”

His protective hands hold you close as sobs wreck your body. You mumble, holding onto him tightly, “I– she took the only person whom I had in my life.”

Jungkook kisses you softly, “Not anymore. You have me y/n.”

the end ♥

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‘tis your throne | jjk

➳ pairing: rich!jungkook x f!reader

➳ genre: established relationship, pwp, smut, explicit.

➳ summary: you thought that it’s your seat. but no, according to jungkook, ‘tis your throne.

— masterlist

➳ rating & word count: 18+ ; ~4K

➳ warnings: language, explicit sexual content, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, nipple play, oral sex (f! & m! receiving), fingering, dirty talking, rough sex, pet names, unprotected sex (be safe people!!), over stimulation, multiple orgasms (f! receiving), big d*ck!jungkook, squirting, cream-pie — this is a work of fiction and doesn’t represent jungkook in any way!

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➳ a/n: hi, i’m back after decades lmao! since jungkook has been ‘no more buttons’ lately; I wrote another impulsive pwp! thank you so much @starlightauroras-main for beta reading and editing! ily so much uwu (≧▽≦)!! a big thanks to @jaeism for making me this beautiful banner ily mwah mwah ♥!!

Jungkook steps out of the elevator, sighing out of relief. He’s finally home after another hectic day; and even though he’s exhausted, his steps are fast, taking him to the door of his luxury condo. A familiar rush of happiness makes his heart thrum in his chest. He can’t wait to see a very special certain someone. He can’t wait to get lost in the feeling of his love, the light of his life.

“Sweetheart?” Jungkook’s searching voice snaps you back to reality. Pleasantly surprised, you step back from the mirror. He’s home already? Admiring your figure in the beautiful, lace lingerie one last time, you head towards the closet, your heels clicking against the tiled floor.

“Baby? Aren’t you home?” His honeyed voice wraps you up in a comforting daze.

You hurriedly put on a dress shirt to cover yourself, finally gathering yourself and answering him, “Coming!”

Running fingers through your messy and untamed hair, you close the bedroom door behind you. You walk out in the spacious living space, excitement bubbling up in your chest. You spot him on the couch, a glass of his old faithful scotch on the table in front of him as he frowns at his laptop screen.

After hesitating for a bit, you take a seat right beside him. A soft smile curves Jungkook’s mouth upwards, his right hand automatically taking a hold of your thigh. You wrap your arms around his waist in return, resting your chin on his shoulder. Moments of comfortable silence stretches, and you enquire, your eyes fixed on him, “What is it?”

He shakes his head in response, squeezing your thigh gently. “It’s nothing love. Don’t worry.”

Not convinced at all, you hold his chin firmly, making his gaze shift to you instead. “Are you sure?”

With a heavy sigh, he closes the laptop wearily. Knowing very well that he’s stressed, you run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp in hopes of helping him. Jungkook melts under your touch, turning around to bury his face in the softness of your chest. You drop a chaste kiss on his forehead, feeling complete.

“What would I do without you, y/n?” he hums, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes fondly.

You peck his lips, touching your foreheads together. “Probably you’ll age faster with all the stress and be lonely.”

You suppress your giggle, earning an eye roll from him. Settling you on his lap, he slaps your butt teasingly. “You had to go there, didn’t you?” You barely manage to hold your laugh, struggling to keep silent. But, Jungkook seems to be far away from the conversation suddenly, his eyes now drinking you in slowly.

“Fuck.” He curses under his breath, his fingers gently tracing the border of your panties over the shirt. “Why are you wearing this today?”

You shrug. “I was just trying on random stuff the whole evening. After wearing this, I didn’t really feel like discarding them… so I just kept it on.”

He nods thoughtfully, bunching up the shirt around your waist to grab you. “Good thing that you kept this on. Can’t wait until all of these will be showcased on our bedroom floor.” His voice is husky and playful, and you feel his bulge growing against your core, your teeth instinctively sinking on the soft flesh of your lower lip.

Jungkook cups your cheek, pulling you closer to capture your lips in a slow, languid kiss. He nibbles on your lower lip, coaxing you to open up to him. You let out a gasp and his tongue finds yours, a pleasant shiver running down your spine as he caresses your sides. A moan escapes you when he starts grinding his hips with yours, a low growl vibrating in his throat.

Out of breath, you pull away first, your pupils dilated from wild desire. He tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, throwing you a devilish grin. Unsure of what he’s about to do, you lean into his touch, purring.

“Jungkook!” You screech, suddenly turned upside down as he throws you over his shoulder swiftly, carrying you to the bedroom. A rough slap across your right ass cheek makes you whimper, and you can swear that there’s a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

Once inside, he gently places you down.

Just as you’re about to go off on him, he pushes you up against the wall to your surprise, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Oh!” You mewl out, losing all your power to his ministrations. He nibbles on your earlobe, his gaze locking with yours.

“You’ll remember only me once I’m done with you, love. Just me and how I make you feel.” The determined tone of his voice and hunger evident in his honey brown orbs are proof of just how serious he is about his plans.

“Is that so?” You make sure to flutter your eyelashes in the end, the words rolling smoothly off your tongue.

Jungkook is sure he has seen every shade of the very wide range of your smiles, but the smug grin painted on your lips right now is something else entirely. He looks at you transfixed, unable to act on his sinful thoughts. You are more than capable, though.

You push him away, walking slowly towards the luxurious king-size bed. Your hips sway to an enchanting melody only your mind knows. With a graceful twirl, you fall on the sheets, inviting Jungkook with your index finger and irresistible, lustful eyes. He lazily strides up to the bed, sizing you up and down. Just a moment later, he’s towering over you, waiting for the next move.

A teasing spectacle begins to unwind — you start undressing yourself, your every motion frustratingly slow. You kick your heels off, while your fingers pull your dress shirt up to peel off the tights, spreading your legs slightly with feet pressed against Jungkook’s chest. His strong hands, ludicrously eager to touch you, move the sheer material down delicately, letting it fall on the floor. His mouth instantly glues to the bare skin of your ankle, peppering tender kisses up your leg without breaking eye contact.

Like a tulip blooming beneath the warm sunlight, you gently caress your bare thighs under his gaze, the elevation of your breaths making him smile. You can feel your skin tingling for his touch, the urge to have him almost too much to bear. He leans down to nuzzle your inner thighs, a jolt of electricity spreading goosebumps over your skin.

You finally divest yourself of your sheer white dress shirt, noticing the newfound hunger in Jungkook’s gaze scanning your barely clothed silhouette. The smirk crossing your face matches his as you pull down the straps of your bra, letting your breasts jump out of the cups. His pants suddenly become unbearably tight. Soon it becomes apparent that there’s a certain rush required...

Impatient, he peels off your lace thong, the delicate material flying away somewhere in the room. He leans in to kiss you, your legs automatically curling around his waist.

“I can’t believe that I get to see this piece of art whenever I want.” Jungkook whispers between hard, long kisses, his hands massaging your breasts. You gasp, pulling on his purple strands of hair as he starts to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. Wet heat gathers in your core, his mouth sucking on your collarbones.

“You’re so goddamn gorgeous, y/n.” His hot breath fans over your erected nipples. You moan wantonly, throwing back your head in pleasure when he finally wraps his lip around a sensitive bud, his tongue eagerly licking on it. His left hand occupies itself with your other breast, rolling and pinching the nipple. He groans, biting you softly when you pull a bit too hard onto his hair, a strangled whimper leaving you.

You try to buck up your hips against his, seeking friction between you two. Jungkook stops immediately, looking up to see your current state — a writhing mess. With a gentle bite on your nipple, he leaves your chest, a questioning look in his eyes. “What do you want me to do, baby?”

You whine in protest, trying to pull him down on you. But he’s much stronger – only giving you a sly grin. Desperate for his touch, you grab his hand, guiding it between your legs, just where you want it. But he takes his hand away, demanding, “Tell me, y/n. Tell me what you want.”

With a shaky breath, you whisper, “I need you to touch my clit, please.”

As a coy smile plays on his lips, he lets his finger trail down your belly, approaching your slit. Jungkook stops right before the swollen nub, chuckling at your whine. “Please.” You lift your ass, hoping that his hand will slide down as a result. But, he pushes your hips down, his voice low, “Behave, sweets.”

Watching your puppy dog eyes, he sighs. You know his weak spots. With one last look, he nestles himself between the warm cocoon of your thighs. You clutch onto the bedsheet, knowing very well what’s about to happen. “So eager for me.” The heated words puff against your core and you squirm.

He gently thumbs the sensitive bundle of nerves, coaxing a soft whimper from you. Increasing the pressure on it sometimes, he enjoys the sounds you make in response. He gently nips your inner thigh, one of your hands flying to his long hair. Jungkook kisses your clit before starting to suck on it. “Please… That’s… ” You choke out, his adept tongue stimulating you further.

“That’s what?” You can feel his smile against your skin. Inhaling sharply, you say, “That feels so good.” His teeth drag on the nub, making you scream, “Jungkook!”

Jungkook knows he looks just as wrecked as you, his eyes fixed on your hazy ones and his hair tousled from your tugging.

In a massive surge of desire, he extracts himself from you to get rid of the problematic fabrics on his body. With his hungry gaze on you, he flings both his underwear and pants off. Your smile widens at the bold initiative; and you sit up to reach for his shirt, unbuttoning it. Your eyes fall on his erection, the glorious size of it bobbing lazily. Gingerly, you let your hand skim the lines of his chiseled abs, inching closer to his cock.

“Later.” Jungkook whispers, grabbing your wrist before it can reach him. He pushes you down on the bed, towering over your small form. It seems like he’s back to admiring your naked body, his eyes roaming all over you.

“You’re all fucking mine.” The material of his shirt slid off his shoulders with a tug, leaving both of you in the raw.

Every time he sees you naked feels like the first time, even though he’s known every inch of your body by heart – touched it, licked it, kissed it, sucked it, memorized it. Nevertheless, he can’t get enough. His jaw drops every single time he’s met with your mesmeric curves.

So he just stands there, like the fool he is for you, examining you with his wild brown eyes as if he is comparing you with a fantasy, holding his urge on a leash. You stare back at him, your eyes alight with similar fascination and tenderness – now slightly overshadowed by something more primal.

In the blink of an eye you are all over each other again, rolling around the bed with lips melting in a fervent kiss and curious fingers uncovering one another’s mysteries. The cold weather outside seems a distant world away as the heat between you magnifies with every shared breath.

Jungkook’s greedy lips quickly follow down your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along the way. The sweet distinctive trace of vanilla on your blazing skin befuddles all his senses, but he doesn’t allow that weakness to hinder his primary mission.

“Jungkook…” A sharp moan escapes your mouth at the sensation of his tongue closing around the soft spot behind your ear. His hands take care of your shaking body, his rock hard cock resting against your navel.

The journey soon continues; his hands slowly heading towards your core, driving you absolutely insane with even the tiniest movement. He’s partially stunned by how responsive you are to his touch, how your body reacts just the way he wants it to.

He dips his index finger into your warmth, groaning as he feels your juices coating him. “Fuck. You’re dripping wet, sweets.”

He doesn’t even have to send a proper request – you open yourself willingly, spreading your legs wide. But Jungkook just smirks roguishly in response, shaking his head.

“I have another idea.” He kisses you one last time and flips you two over, leaving you flabbergasted and gawking at his manhood standing tall for special attention. “Come here.”

You do as you are told, using your elbows to straighten up before straddling him. He bites his lip in silent frustration when your soaked folds wet his member, gliding up his length. The hiss he let out disappears into your mouth when you throw yourself at him with a passionate, all-consuming kiss. His hands grab your hips possessively, forcing you to move forward.

“Closer.” He mutters, kissing your jaw.

Unaware of his intentions, you blink confusedly. But that sly smile dancing on his face quickly reminds you how good of a player Jeon Jungkook is. And always such a giver.

You kiss the tip of his nose and rise up, moving all the way up, until you’re settled directly above his mouth.

“Is this my seat?” Your voice is nothing but a whisper, dripping with anticipation.

“'tis your throne, love.”

Jungkook doesn’t offer you a chance to answer – he lowers your hips, guiding your entrance straight onto his mouth. You teeter at the contact, hands reaching blindly for the bed frame, while his firm grip on your body keeps you in place.

He gives you no chance to recover – his tongue begins teasing your clit, every flick deliberate and exhilarating, setting your body on fire. Your hips roll to the rhythm of his skillful ministrations, begging for more friction.

The bed frame serves its purpose perfectly, your knuckles turning numb from the pressure of gripping for steadiness. You bite your cheek, trying to muffle the moans escaping your mouth. But how can you stay silent when he’s sucking you so good? You are about to let the whole neighborhood know that you’re riding Jeon Jungkook’s face.

His mouth doubles the effort, driving you higher and higher. As pleasure rips through you, you feel how exposed you are without his steadying arms wrapped around you. You instinctively reach for your breasts, squeezing them as hard as you can, floating through the orgasm with frenzied moans spilling out your lips.

Jungkook takes in every nuance of you – the way your body flexes on him, eyes half shut by the ecstatic feeling, your breasts aquiver, beads of sweat rolling down your skin and that sweet, sweet taste. You are spectacular and he is determined to keep you on the high wave.

Much to your surprise, Jungkook continues lashing at your clit after you fall apart. The overwhelming heat keeps on spurring you, making your knees quiver.

“Jungkook!” You yelp, not sure if it’s a cry of relish or call for help. It doesn’t stop him, though. His tongue sweeps your cunt relentlessly while his thumb rubs your oversensitive clit.

But you have to get his attention. “Jungkook, wait!”

He stops, utterly concerned, holding your shaking thighs. Before he manages to ask what’s wrong, you speak up again, your velvet voice faltering as you beam with satisfaction.

“I have an idea.”

Jungkook loosens up the grip on you and watches with piqued interest as you spin around just to nestle on top of him, with your cute bum landing right in front of his face. You send him a sultry look over your shoulder, take his cock in your soft hands and give him a few powerful strokes.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to–”

The sentence is cut in the middle when your tongue twirls around his tip, pulling his length deep in your mouth. His hands land on your ass, seeking for something to grip tight as your excellent work sends a visceral thrill through his whole body. He can’t see you, but he can feel you struggling to take him all in. But you’re no quitter – a paralyzing warmth takes over his body a few moments later. His hips buck up slightly to meet your mouth, your head moving sluggishly up and down his throbbing cock. For a split second, you completely blow his mind.

In an instant, Jungkook gathers himself and gently brings you closer in one swift movement. His mouth dives into your pussy again, eliciting a strangled moan as you squirm on top of him.

When he slips two fingers to join his tongue, you stop dead in your tracks, falling forward, choking on his cock that hits your throat. He can feel every muscle on your body tensing at the additional friction. You moan loudly around his length, sending vibrations through him. He groans, his tongue ravishing your slit. The pace of his fingers slow down ever so slightly, in rhythm with your pulsating cunt.

Riding out the high, you want to return the favor. Jungkook will cum with you too. Porn made it all look so easy and nonchalant, but it’s truly arduous. How are you supposed to pay all your attention to sucking his girth, When you’re already so close to your 2nd orgasm? He knows how to draw out the pleasure from you.

As your body breaks out in exhilarating shivers, you set your furious focus on his cock. Your head bobs up and down, tongue and hand working his length up tirelessly in an unsteady, yet powerful manner. Your dedication is greeted with a few muffled moans and an additional digit teasing your entrance as a reward. It’s definitely not a race, but feeling his tongue and fingers plunging deep into your core, you finally realize Jungkook obviously plans to completely demolish you. And you are slowly giving in.

The air fills with obscene slippery sounds and quiet humming on both sides – the obvious proof of immense pleasure building up. Despite your ecstasy-fueled exhaustion, you keep your pace, tongue and fingers working earnestly to push him over the edge. Your moans and whimpers get louder soon, your walls squeezing him as you feel his cock throbbing in your mouth.

Maybe it’s a race after all. Maybe the fervor of your movements match your dedication to each other.

You sense the release is close. You feel it deep inside your core, as Jungkook’s dynamic licking and rubbing paralyzes you with blissful shivers. Your mouth stills around his member, your whole body trembling as you cum again. In a flash, you collapse on him with absolute pleasure, unable to move for a long while, basking in the afterglow. Jungkook slows down, gently licking each drop you offered, prolonging the pleasure.

When you finally have the power to extract your mouth from his cock and sit up, you notice that he’s still rock hard. Your saliva makes the veins glisten, and you almost feel bad for failing to make him cum.

“Sweets? Are you okay?” His hand rubs your back soothingly, concern laced with his voice. You nod, slowly turning around to finally meet his gaze, his frown melting into a soft smile. One blink and you’re on your back again, his body covering yours as he peppers your face with kisses.

“Jungkook!” You mewl, his chin slick from your essence. He grunts in response, his cock sliding along your slit. “I want you.” He states, his tip right on your entrance, waiting for your confirmation.

“Fuck me, then. Take me now.”

Without any hesitation, he enters you with a hefty push, filling you up in a way you’ve never experienced before. Maybe it’s because you’re overly sensitive, or maybe because you just tried something new with him… you don’t know. You hear the hitch of his breath once he hits the hilt, a desperate moan escaping you.

You are perfectly accustomed to his size somehow. But you didn’t expect this all-consuming, almost agonizing feeling of fullness before even he is pounding you. A series of vehement whimpers escape your mouth without your permission. Your chest heaves as you struggle to control your breathing.

Jungkook immediately notices the unconcealable shift in your demeanor. He cups your cheek, slowly pulling out of you.

“Baby, is everything all right?” He whispers, his voice full of concern. “Do you want me to stop?”

You instinctively grab his hand and lock your body on him with an inaudible cry, every word a torture. “I want you inside.”

He nods, relieved, pulling you as close as it is humanly possible. Your head lolls back, resting comfortably on the pillow so you can glance at him between the fits of passion. You two exchange a blithe smile, reflecting the dizzying sensation of each other’s presence. Jungkook’s lips brushes over your forehead in a sweet kiss just as he begins moving inside of you.

He starts off slow, pulling in and out as gently as he can, keeping you cradled in his protective arms. Your previous remark proves to be right – you are insanely tight and lubricated, your scent and unrestrained moans only adding to his arousal. He knows he won’t last long.

“Harder, please.” You whimper, your nails digging into his back, sure to leave marks that’ll be visible for the upcoming days. He willingly complies, deepening his thrusts, setting a merciless pace. The sound of slapping flesh punctuated by your heavy breathing and pleasure vocalizes in the most indecent way.

Everything is Jungkook – he invades all your senses, emptying your mind, leaving nothing but his name. You can feel the thunder of your heart pounding against your chest; his hands mindlessly roaming over your curves as you remain trapped in his strong embrace. His fingers sneak up to your clit, rubbing you with expert precision while his cock keeps on ravishing you. You are mere seconds away from yet another orgasm, unable to communicate in any form other than shameless moaning.

His deafening groans get more desperate, thrusts slower and rigid, his fingers pleasuring you frantically.

You double over the edge soon, screaming out his name in pure pleasure. Jungkook ruts his hips harder, getting closer to his release. But, on the other hand, something carnal starts building up in your body, your vision blacking out as suddenly you feel a flow of warm liquid running down your thighs. Jungkook curses, “Fuck baby. Fuck! Look at you squirting, a freaking goddess.”

You could only purr in response, your addled brain unable to register anything else. He growls out loud, the feeling of your inner walls clenching around him along with the hot liquid of your squirt on his stomach too much to handle. With a final sloppy thrust, he chokes out a groan of your name, thick ropes of his cum spilling inside you. Completely spent, he falls over your body, your bodies a tangled mess of each other.

Once you both have recovered and cleaned up the mess; Jungkook pulls you into his arms, sighing contentedly. You draw random patterns on his chest with your finger while he strokes your hair. The comfortable domestic silence prolongs, until Jungkook speaks up again.

“Was I too hard on you today?” He tilts your chin, his eyes gentle. For a moment you lose yourself in the warmth of his eyes…

“Not at all, I – enjoyed it.” You smile softly, lowering your head. He touches his forehead with yours, his lips just a breath away from you.

“I love you. So fucking much.” He squeezes you in his arms, kissing you gently on the lips. You hum appreciatively, sighing.

“I love you too, Jungkook.” You two share an endearing, personal smile that’s reserved for each other. Burying your face in his chest, you listen to his steadying heartbeat and slowly drift off to a peaceful sleep.

the end ♥

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thank you so much for reading bubs! hopefully you enjoyed this shenanigan of mine hehe 🙈! reblogs are highly appreciated 🥺💕! also leave your feedback if you want to 🥺❣️uwu! I’ve never written pwps this long before so lemme know! I hope I did it correctly ✨

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Jungkook fucking y/n senseless on new year's eve, please! I know you haven't said anything about taking requests so probably I'm being rude 🥺, but please, a little drabble will do 💕. I love your writing 🥺!

Hello, anon! Thank you for requesting 💜! No worries about being rude, I’m so glad that you enjoy what I write 💜! Happy new year everyone, sorry for being 4 days late... Lol.

Here you go 😉! It’s actually not that short (yeah I went overboard 😽), and it definitely has what you wanted! Enjoy <3!

🔸 masterlist.

❥ Pairing : Jeon jungkook x f!reader

❥ Summary : Jungkook knows what he wants, and he most definitely knows how to get what he wants.

❥ Genre : Plotless smut (Once again I’m using the trope where he’s an idol and you’re his girlfriend but it’s hidden from media 😉, yes I’m a hoe for secret relationships).

❥ Rating : M ; NSFW || [WC : 1,051]

❥ Warnings : Language, nipple play, fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), unprotected sex, rough sex, big dick!jungkook, boyfriend!idol! jungkook came over just to fuck you on nye, dom jungkook, multiple orgasms, I don’t know what anymore.

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“Jungkook!”

Your gasp echoes through the dimly lit bedroom as he adds a second finger through your slick folds, pumping you harder. He smiles against your skin upon hearing you, his mouth hungry on your breasts. Your head lolls back from the pleasure he’s giving you, his thumb on your clit, his mouth sucking on your nipples and his fingers buried deep inside your cunt.

You never really thought or expected that you two will spend the new year’s eve together. And you most definitely didn’t expect him to come over just so that he can fuck you when the clock hits 12:00.

10:42 pm~

You stood at your doorway, your mouth agape in surprise. Jungkook shrugged, “So... Can I come in or you’re gonna stand here all night?”

Blinking hard, you muttered, “But- but aren’t you supposed to be on the NYE live?! Um...”

He sighed, shaking his head, “Why so many questions? Are you not happy that I’m here? Should I go-”

“No! Please come in!”

He smirked satisfactorily, kissing your forehead before he enters your apartment, “That’s my girl!”

His mouth leaves your left nipple with a loud wet popping sound, his lips now sucking on your right nipple. He looks up at you seductively, moaning around your nipple, “You’re so beautiful, babydoll. So damn beautiful.”

You answer with a whimper, biting your lower lip, cresting higher with each of his pumps. His slender, long fingers move roughly in & out of you, making you mewl. You pull on his hair, flinging your left leg around his waist, pushing him down on you.

“Yes! Just like that!”

He smirks, angling his fingers to hit the spot he just hit. You shudder, your hands turning into fists as you hold on the bedsheet, your core pulsating around his fingers. He nibbles your earlobe, whispering, “Cum for me, baby. I can feel you, you’re so close.”

Goosebumps spread over your skin, his name falling off your lips, and he swears as he feels you gushing around him. Adjusting his speed, he helps you ride out your high. Softly plucking his fingers out of your cunt, he licks them, moaning happily. You watch him with a blush on your face, and he meets your eyes, leaning down with a smirk.

His hungry mouth finds yours, and you can immediately taste yourself on his tongue. He starts grinding, his hardened length pressing against your pelvis. He kisses you hard before trailing feather light smooches down your body.

He licks your hipbones, grunting happily as the intoxicating scent of you hits his nose. You watch the tip of his tongue slowly peeking out, and you hold on the bedsheets tightly. You feel his hot breath approaching you, and after a long time, he finally gives you a long lazy lick.

“Aahh!”

He hums appreciatively, lapping you up like a starved animal. He takes your legs, resting them on your shoulder, his tongue teasing your clit. You moan, “Plea...aahh-”

But your words turn into a long purr as he pushes his tongue inside you, not letting you finish your sentence. You feel your eyes blurring a little as he enters you, your inner walls squeezing him.

He grunts, pushing harder and deeper, your essence filling his mouth. Your toes curl, and he softly brushes his thumb on your clit. Your hips buck up, trying to move with his ministrations as he delves his tongue in and out, his thumb and index rolling your clit expertly. You write under him, the world around you hazy as you feel yourself approaching your 2nd release. You cry out, feeling his teeth grazing along your labia.

“Mmmnnh!”

You reach your pinnacle, your body going stiff before it eases completely. He growls happily as the gush of your nectar hits his tongue, and he keeps his mouth guided on you as you ride all the waves of your orgasm. He hums, making sure to lap up every single drop you offered.

He holds you close until you reopen your eyes, your pants echoing through the room. He looks at the clock, 11:56 pm. He nudges your nose, “Are you ready?”

“Yes... Jungk-”

The rest gets caught in your throat as you feel the tip of his hardened member nudging your entrance. You whine, and he pins down your hands, locking your darkened eyes. Without any warning, he enters you, hissing in pleasure. Your moans get muffled in the kiss as he fills you in, your inner muscles stretching to give him space. He growls, his balls resting against your ass. The feeling of being completed by him overwhelms you and you hold onto him. The clock hits 12:00 am~ the sound of fireworks proudly announcing the new year. His murmurs in your ear, “Happy new year, Aein.... I want to be with you forever. I want to feel you like this forever.”

You manage a broken whisper in response, and he starts with slow languid thrusts, pulling and pushing, giving you time to adjust. Soon you start to rock your hips, building up a rhythm with him. All restraint gone, he surges his hips forward again and again. His mouth finds it’s refuge on your shoulder and cleavage. He quickens his pace with each of his strokes, moaning in pleasure.

“Lord, y/n.... You’re so fucking tight and drenched for me.”

A string of incoherent words leave your throat, your nails raking on his back, sure to leave visible marks the next day. Feeling his cock twitching inside you, you bury your face in his shoulder. He growls, going harder and deeper, making sure to grind against your clit with his pelvis as he moves. Clearly over stimulated, you quiver around him, white spots appearing in your vision.

A specific hard thrust brushes over the right spot inside you, a scream leaving you as the building up pleasure explodes.

“Jungkook!” You scream, your walls clamping down on his manhood.

“Oh fuck!”

He collapses on you, his ecstacy crashing over him as he spills his seed deep inside you. You stroke his hair, trying to catch your breath while he soothes the bites left by him in the fit of passion.

He rolls over, pulling you close as he drops a light kiss on your forehead.

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Jungkook fucking y/n senseless on new year's eve, please! I know you haven't said anything about taking requests so probably I'm being rude 🥺, but please, a little drabble will do 💕. I love your writing 🥺!

Hello, anon! Thank you for requesting 💜! No worries about being rude, I’m so glad that you enjoy what I write 💜! Happy new year everyone, sorry for being 4 days late... Lol.

Here you go 😉! It’s actually not that short (yeah I went overboard 😽), and it definitely has what you wanted! Enjoy <3!

🔸 masterlist.

❥ Pairing : Jeon jungkook x f!reader

❥ Summary : Jungkook knows what he wants, and he most definitely knows how to get what he wants.

❥ Genre : Plotless smut (Once again I’m using the trope where he’s an idol and you’re his girlfriend but it’s hidden from media 😉, yes I’m a hoe for secret relationships).

❥ Rating : M ; NSFW || [WC : 1,051]

❥ Warnings : Language, nipple play, fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), unprotected sex, rough sex, big dick!jungkook, boyfriend!idol! jungkook came over just to fuck you on nye, dom jungkook, multiple orgasms, I don’t know what anymore.

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“Jungkook!”

Your gasp echoes through the dimly lit bedroom as he adds a second finger through your slick folds, pumping you harder. He smiles against your skin upon hearing you, his mouth hungry on your breasts. Your head lolls back from the pleasure he’s giving you, his thumb on your clit, his mouth sucking on your nipples and his fingers buried deep inside your cunt.

You never really thought or expected that you two will spend the new year’s eve together. And you most definitely didn’t expect him to come over just so that he can fuck you when the clock hits 12:00.

10:42 pm~

You stood at your doorway, your mouth agape in surprise. Jungkook shrugged, “So... Can I come in or you’re gonna stand here all night?”

Blinking hard, you muttered, “But- but aren’t you supposed to be on the NYE live?! Um...”

He sighed, shaking his head, “Why so many questions? Are you not happy that I’m here? Should I go-”

“No! Please come in!”

He smirked satisfactorily, kissing your forehead before he enters your apartment, “That’s my girl!”

His mouth leaves your left nipple with a loud wet popping sound, his lips now sucking on your right nipple. He looks up at you seductively, moaning around your nipple, “You’re so beautiful, babydoll. So damn beautiful.”

You answer with a whimper, biting your lower lip, cresting higher with each of his pumps. His slender, long fingers move roughly in & out of you, making you mewl. You pull on his hair, flinging your left leg around his waist, pushing him down on you.

“Yes! Just like that!”

He smirks, angling his fingers to hit the spot he just hit. You shudder, your hands turning into fists as you hold on the bedsheet, your core pulsating around his fingers. He nibbles your earlobe, whispering, “Cum for me, baby. I can feel you, you’re so close.”

Goosebumps spread over your skin, his name falling off your lips, and he swears as he feels you gushing around him. Adjusting his speed, he helps you ride out your high. Softly plucking his fingers out of your cunt, he licks them, moaning happily. You watch him with a blush on your face, and he meets your eyes, leaning down with a smirk.

His hungry mouth finds yours, and you can immediately taste yourself on his tongue. He starts grinding, his hardened length pressing against your pelvis. He kisses you hard before trailing feather light smooches down your body.

He licks your hipbones, grunting happily as the intoxicating scent of you hits his nose. You watch the tip of his tongue slowly peeking out, and you hold on the bedsheets tightly. You feel his hot breath approaching you, and after a long time, he finally gives you a long lazy lick.

“Aahh!”

He hums appreciatively, lapping you up like a starved animal. He takes your legs, resting them on your shoulder, his tongue teasing your clit. You moan, “Plea...aahh-”

But your words turn into a long purr as he pushes his tongue inside you, not letting you finish your sentence. You feel your eyes blurring a little as he enters you, your inner walls squeezing him.

He grunts, pushing harder and deeper, your essence filling his mouth. Your toes curl, and he softly brushes his thumb on your clit. Your hips buck up, trying to move with his ministrations as he delves his tongue in and out, his thumb and index rolling your clit expertly. You write under him, the world around you hazy as you feel yourself approaching your 2nd release. You cry out, feeling his teeth grazing along your labia.

“Mmmnnh!”

You reach your pinnacle, your body going stiff before it eases completely. He growls happily as the gush of your nectar hits his tongue, and he keeps his mouth guided on you as you ride all the waves of your orgasm. He hums, making sure to lap up every single drop you offered.

He holds you close until you reopen your eyes, your pants echoing through the room. He looks at the clock, 11:56 pm. He nudges your nose, “Are you ready?”

“Yes... Jungk-”

The rest gets caught in your throat as you feel the tip of his hardened member nudging your entrance. You whine, and he pins down your hands, locking your darkened eyes. Without any warning, he enters you, hissing in pleasure. Your moans get muffled in the kiss as he fills you in, your inner muscles stretching to give him space. He growls, his balls resting against your ass. The feeling of being completed by him overwhelms you and you hold onto him. The clock hits 12:00 am~ the sound of fireworks proudly announcing the new year. His murmurs in your ear, “Happy new year, Aein.... I want to be with you forever. I want to feel you like this forever.”

You manage a broken whisper in response, and he starts with slow languid thrusts, pulling and pushing, giving you time to adjust. Soon you start to rock your hips, building up a rhythm with him. All restraint gone, he surges his hips forward again and again. His mouth finds it’s refuge on your shoulder and cleavage. He quickens his pace with each of his strokes, moaning in pleasure.

“Lord, y/n.... You’re so fucking tight and drenched for me.”

A string of incoherent words leave your throat, your nails raking on his back, sure to leave visible marks the next day. Feeling his cock twitching inside you, you bury your face in his shoulder. He growls, going harder and deeper, making sure to grind against your clit with his pelvis as he moves. Clearly over stimulated, you quiver around him, white spots appearing in your vision.

A specific hard thrust brushes over the right spot inside you, a scream leaving you as the building up pleasure explodes.

“Jungkook!” You scream, your walls clamping down on his manhood.

“Oh fuck!”

He collapses on you, his ecstacy crashing over him as he spills his seed deep inside you. You stroke his hair, trying to catch your breath while he soothes the bites left by him in the fit of passion.

He rolls over, pulling you close as he drops a light kiss on your forehead.

Hehe hopefully you enjoyed it!! Let me know what you thought about it 😄💖!!

love of the game

reader x jungkook

1,577 words

complete utter fluff

Your first baseball game. At that time all you knew for sure was that it was the KIA Tigers versus the Lotte Giants, Jungkook was a major Giants fan, and the sport involved a lot of swinging and sprinting. But Jungkook enjoyed the sport so much that he decided to take you to your first game on the 7th date, having already bought a season pass and everything. It was funny, though, being at a baseball game when the sport itself piqued negative interest in you. But your one and only loved the sport, and you wanted to love it too. Or at least try.

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Fools Rush In: Chapter 11

Jungkook x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, Strangers-to-lovers, age gap!AU (reader is 30, Jungkook is 23), Angst, smut, fluff

Summary: Jungkook tries to come to terms with what it means to be in a relationship with a dedicated athlete.

Warnings: None to note.

WC: 1.5K

Once you and Jungkook made up, life continued on as it had before. Jungkook was still working, doing more and more photography gigs now that the baby was coming in an effort to save up some money and you were doing conditioning sessions with Namjoon almost everyday, even on the weekends. 

Jungkook had known before even meeting you how dedicated of an athlete you were. Hell, anyone with eyes knew that. However, it was a completely different thing for him to be in a relationship with you and watch how hard you tended to work yourself, all the while pregnant with his child. 

“I sound like a douchebag, don’t I?” Jungkook asked as he looked over at Taehyung as the two of them sat in the small, crowded ramen shop together. 

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A TOWN SURROUNDED BY WOLVES

A Town Surrounded By Wolves (m)

Wolf Au

Pairing – Werewolf Jungkook x Human (Female)! Reader

Genre – Werewolf AU, Smut, Humor, Angst, Strangers To Lovers.

Author Note: This world is a mix of olden times and the future. So there will be an odd mixture of old and new dialogue and décor.

Summary – The townspeople made an agreement with the wolves that they would make a virgin sacrifice every year to keep the wolves from attacking the town. You were the sacrifice this year. In a confusing twist of fate, you find out who the real wolves are.

If you missed Chapter One click on the link:

Ch. 1

Ch. 2

He then stood up and left quickly. Too quickly. You almost didn’t see where he went. Do werewolves move that quick you wondered? You were left alone in the quiet dining room. With large picture windows displaying the vast darkness of the woods. You took one long look at the wine glass. You knew you weren’t going to be satisfied with drinking that than waking up and going home never knowing who and what this man was. Coming back with no more stories or information for MJ.

Besides you still had questions and you couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like naked. You began to get up out of the chair then began to wander through the cabin looking for the hallway to his bedroom. You began taking in all the little things in his cabin. The tall ceilings and windows were a nice touch to this modernized cabin. His fireplace in his living room was easily your favorite. You walked by the kitchen taking in a quick look. It was big and a little messy. At least you knew he might be able to cook for himself.

You then wandered down the dimly lit hall wondering which one was his room. You peered in a few rooms that looked like guest rooms. Then walked further back to the one room with a cracked open door. You peaked in this was definitely his room you could hear a faint shower going. You gently opened the door and took a step inside.

His room was huge. It reminded you of that old folk’s tale of beauty and the beast. Another nice deep oak fireplace. A huge four-post dark wood bed with deep velvet red and white crisp sheets. The corner housed a beautiful dressing table with a huge mirror that you would think to be more for women. But he had it here for himself in his room you thought to be a little odd.

Something moved out of the corner of your eye. You turned to see what it was. There he was right in front of you on the other side of the room. Watching you intensely really made your heartbeat quicken. Your eyes traveled down to his naked chest. God this man never stopped being beautiful for one second.

He slowly walks towards you.

You slowly swallowed in anticipation your very appearance just gave him permission to do whatever he wanted with you tonight.

He stopped in front of you with a brief flash of a look on his face that looked almost vulnerable. He reached out slowly towards your face cupping your chin again pulling you towards his lips. He crushed them against yours. You tilted your head up and crushed his lips back with force.

That kiss ignited a whole frenzy you both were all over the place. He was placing open-mouth kisses all over your neck. He was practically trying to rip your clothes off pulling you as close as he could to him. You weren’t gentle either, you were trying to touch and grasp at as much skin as you could. Drawing your nails over your shoulders. His hands traveled all the way down to your butt and grasped it pulling you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

He walked with you around him to the bed easily as if you weighed nothing. You knew werewolves were super strong but damn. As strong as he was, he gently laid you down on his bed. He didn’t hesitate to cover your body with his, attacking your neck with kisses, long licks, and a few sucks of skin. Soft lips grace the skin of your neck.

You closed your eyes against what he was doing to you. Felt dizzy and hot against him. You could feel the heat rise within yourself and pool between your legs. Making a dull throb began between your legs. It's been a long time since you felt like this against a man. You let out a low long moan.

He smiled against your throat and stopped to help you squirm out of your clothes until you were naked beneath him. He took a moment to take you in with those big black eyes stopped at your breast. Reaching out to cup them, running a rough pad of his thumb over your nipples. Bending down to take one nipple into his mouth. His mouth and tongue were doing a strange massage and sucking motion against your breast. It was driving you insane. You thread your hands in his black hair and push his head closer to your breast. Arching your back against him letting out a ragged moan.

He pulled back and did the same to your other breast. It felt so good you could feel the wetness gather between your legs. You slightly jumped when he nicked your nipple. He pulled away in haste to get his pants off then he paused looking down at you. You must have looked like a hot hyperventilating mess naked on the bed looking up at him.

“I need to go get a condom,” he responded.

“Wait...what...huh,” you breathed hold out a hand as if to stop him. “You can’t…you can’t get humans pregnant, can you?”

“Yes, yes we can,” he said quickly jetting off into the direction of condoms.

You were sitting on the bed bewildered by this new information. He jetted back quickly and something about these wolf powers was starting to weird you out. He stood back in front of you grabbing back onto his pants pulling them down with his briefs. You took in his whole beautiful, sculpted body. His dark eyes were on you while he grabbed himself and stroked himself once. Your eyes seemed to be glued on his dick it was thick and the head was red and angry. You fought yourself not the moan at the thought of him inside you.

He quickly put on the condom and went to you. His thighs pushing yours apart with his. He kissed you again one hand burying itself in your hair. The other grabs himself the head sliding over you. Pushing into a little too quickly made you feel uncomfortable you winced and tensed up.

He caught on and stopped. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he kissed your face. “You should have told me you’re a virgin...I”

“No no no. It’s just I haven’t had sex in a long time...It’s a bit uncomfortable that’s all. I just need to adjust.” you held onto him hoping he won’t pull away or move either.

“Okay...okay. I will go slow.” he looked at you in question and you nodded in agreement back at him. He didn’t move, he slowly kissed you waiting for you to adjust to him. You kissed him back trying to relax your body. You both just started getting really into the kiss forgetting everything around you. You loved the softness of his mouth the tender way his tongue touched yours. You loved how his warm body engulfed yours. Your fingers explored the tight smooth skin of his shoulders and the expanse of his back.

“Can I move” he whispered against your lips in the dark. You nodded slowly. He began to move his hips slowly against you. The discomfort was gone, he could move smoothly in and out of you. You could see him studying your face for any pain or discomfort. He kissed your cheek and neck and whispered if you were okay. You said yes, keep going.

You lucked out twice in life for having such caring and tender sex partners you thought. Finally relaxing into the rhythm of his hips spreading your legs wider. He must have sensed that he started to move with purpose.

You could feel the change in his movements and felt so good. He was hitting a certain spot in you that made you weak. You couldn’t hold back your moans anymore. He was dragging it out of you. His hand trailed down your breast playing with the sensitivity of your nipple. Picking up speed in his thrust you threw your head back and almost screamed out. Mouth open and face in pure bliss.

He grabbed onto you so possessively and fucked you harder into the mattress. You could feel a big orgasm building up in you. You moaned helplessly trying to grab on to him. You were so wet and was he plunging in and out you so easily. He bent down to suck on your neck. Your nails sunk into the skin of his shoulder.

You moan again turned your head to the side giving him more access to your neck. “I’m going to...I’m so close,” you panted between each thrust. You could feel it all building up in your lower belly you were so close to the edge.

“Stop holding back” he whispered in your ear. As he thrust harder and deeper. “You cum all over me well,” he said so seductively in your ear. And with those words, you burst into the strongest orgasm you ever felt. Your walls clenched him hard and convulsed around him in a way you never felt before. Your mouth hung wordlessly open you felt a white wave of euphoria wash over you. You couldn’t see or hear anything but only feel.

He slowed down his pace and enjoyed watching you at the peak of your orgasm until the end of it. It made him even harder just watching you come apart under him. He made sure you came down just little enough for you to unclench him so he could move more freely into you. He started to chase his own orgasm that he had been held back all night. He speeds up his thrust into you, panting and moaning.

You were in a daze, but you watched him. He looked so beautiful above you with his head thrown back. A light sheen of sweat coated his neck and chest. Mouth parted he had the most beautiful moans that you would have loved to hear more while he was so focused on making you cum.

He suddenly jerked forward and threw his back letting out a shout. He was cumming hard you could feel his dick twitch inside of you. You reach out rubbing your hand over his stomach in a soothing comforting way while he rode out his own orgasm. He looked so beautiful to you with his eyebrows furrowed and his eye closed. Breathing out a harsh exhale, his chest heaving.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked down at you with a smug look on his face. He slowly pulled out of you. This time he didn’t just vanish and come back. He made sure to cover you with a blanket on the bed and slowly moved out of the bed to take care of the condom.

You were exhausted from everything that happened today. You almost dozed off under the covers until you felt him move back in bed again. “Would you like to clean up a little before you sleep?” he offered. You quietly nodded even though you really didn’t feel like moving. He helped you up gently out of bed and helped you towards his bathroom.

You were too sleepy to even notice any details about his bathroom you just noted it was another huge room. You found the toilet somehow and cleaned yourself up. Tried to fix and comb down your bedhead with your fingers in the mirror. Then headed back to the warmth of him and the bed.

He helped you climb back into bed with him. Pulling you close to him pulling covers over you both. You turned into the warmth of his chest and kissed his neck softly. You snuggled into him his hands ran slowly up and down your back. It made you sleepy again. It made you feel warm and safe. You both lay there in silence with the crackle of the fire echoing throughout the room. In your fog of sleepiness all, you thought of was how this choice didn’t turn out so bad. But you didn’t know what you would face in the morning.

In the soop. | JK

welcome to domestic, soft boyfriend, mini or not so mini jungkook in the soop episodes! ft bam

ㅡsince my mind can't stop spinning with every episode + jungkook's finery,,, I decided to do this! I'll be updating this once in a while so don't be afraid to come and check from time to time ♡.

ㅡI'm not sure how many scenarios I'll write since it really depends, this doesn't have an specific end because I can still write in the future but n-e-ways!! hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you think on my lovely ask~

WARNING: 18+ CONTENT.

episode 1. "If there's cameras does that mean we have to stop?" M

episode 2. "younger people aren't as shy nowadays.." M

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He’s bad for me, Nevertheless (Series Masterlist)

Idol! Jungkook x idol! Reader

You knew from the beginning that he never wanted a relationship. He was bad for you and should as run far away as you can from him. But ever time you grow the courage to finally let him go, things don’t go as plan. So what exactly happens when someone new comes into the picture and shows you things Jeon Jungkook never was able to show? Is he willing to change his ways for you? Or will you be added to his contacts he calls when bored?

🛑Genre: 18+, Smut, slow burn, based on Nevertheless. Idol! Female reader.

🛑Release date: November 6th, 2021

There’s no such thing as a relationship, nevertheless

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two pretty best friends ❤️

to build a home | chapter six

pairing: Jungkook x reader. ceo!jk + dilf!jk x nanny!oc

genre: strangers to lovers. angst. loads of plot. fluff. smut.

word count: 10.7k (lol)

warnings: swearing. straddling. dry humping. fingering. handjob. jungkook big cock. cum – loads of cum. moment of silence bc i didn't write angst once in the warnings.

author’s note: well, surprise! what did I tell y’all about the countryside huh. It does things to me. I love this chapter. I don’t want to give much away but… it’s so soft. and then no it’s not!!! it’s hella hard 🤠. I’m sending a million kisses your way. thank u for all the love always – it means the world!!!! xxxx <3

p.s. happy three weeks of tbah. thank u for being here.

This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x

Texts in bold + italic resemble a recollection of past events.

Chapter Six

In all your years as designated romantic of your generation you’ve come to pick up on patterns that best describe the feeling of falling in love. Now, you’ve grown close. You’ve fallen, never quite landing in love but you’ve fallen enough to have lived through a couple of said patterns yourself.

Free-falling, now… that’s a different thing.

Songs and poems – black and white movies. They all do a beautiful job at portraying something you always found a bit silly, as much of a romantic as you are. They fixate on this idea that the world seems rosier when you’re falling in love – that you see things in a different light. Take in the world in a different way. That one day you feel love and the next you wake up and your commute to work is brighter; friendly faces and fresh flowers everywhere. They make us believe that love is the door that opens our eyes to the wonders of the world. And as unbelievable as it seems… you can’t deny it.

You see it.

You feel it.

You lay in the grass after a Sunday stroll with Lucy that ended up turning into a picnic. She’s singing along to some love song, swaying her head from side to side as she hums – something about the world ending and no other way that I can spend it. You’re about to full on judge her for playing Justin Bieber but an absentminded smile tugs at her lips and the sight alone is sweet – not to mention the fact that you know exactly which smile put that one on her face.

You smile, too.

You’re not too far off. You look up at the sky again. So far, you’ve made up five shapes in the sea of endless clouds above you. The very abstract outline of a strawberry. A dove – yeah, it’s missing a wing but it’s a dove alright. Two blurry faces leaning against one another, one a bit taller than the other. A croissant. And last but not least, an angel. It’s still up there – face formed by faint specks of white cloud, a perfect halo on top and big wings at his sides.

You try to look for your strawberry, only the shape now resembles a liver more than anything. You wince – it’s love.

You feel it in every song, in the cup of coffee you had this morning. In the yellow dress you’re wearing – the same one you wore the first day you met him. You smile, having had no idea of just what you were getting yourself into back then. Remembering just how much of a mistake it all felt like when you sat there, opposite him, as he teared apart at your every ounce of confidence. He was right – mistakes can be…

“What’s all the grinning for?” Lucy’s voice breaks you out of your pensive state.

The best thing to ever happen to you.

“Him.” you reply, simply. “You?” you roll over to your side to face her, head resting against your arm.

“My him.” She giggles. “What exactly, though? Still digesting yesterday?”

You shake your head. “No. Or yes. I don’t know. Maybe…”

“It’s good, ___. I think what he did was very brave.” She says.

You nod your head, that soft smile back where he left it. “Me too. I don’t think I’m over thinking it. It’s just that…”

“You can’t stop thinking about it.” Her grin is mischievous, knowing.

You roll back, the grass feels cooling against your arms. “Yeah,” you sigh, a bit more dreamily than intended.

The silence is comfortable and you welcome it as you both lean against the tall book shelf in your impromptu seating position on the floor. You stretch your legs in front of you, fumbling a bit with the rings on your fingers and he taps his feet repeatedly in a slow motion – eyes fixated on them.

“So… good mistake or bad mistake?” You say, breaking the ice that feels everything but cold.

Jungkook smiles to himself. No trace of a mistake roaming around in his mind. Just you and your lips against his.

“Good. Just good.”

“Good.” You bite your lip, unsuccessfully holding back a smile. “What now?”

Jungkook waits for the nerves to hit – the regret. But it doesn’t come.

“I guess… I mean, fuck. There are so many things that I still have to… heal from, or whatever my therapist says. I don’t- I would never want to lay that on you, though.”

You nod, taking his words in. A bit surprised at his sudden ability to communicate.

He grabs your hand in his, squeezing it lightly. “But… you. I don’t want to run from you anymore.”

You turn to him, giving him a tender smile. “I don’t want you to run from me either. We can take it slow… there’s no rush. I want to know you- really know you. At whatever pace you set.”

“I want to know you, too.” You shy at his words, gaze looking down at where your hands entwine. “We can… ease into it. I mean, I still have to get over the fact I’m five years your senior.”

You try with all your might but you break, snorting at his words, trying to keep your laughter at a library-friendly volume.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, voice serious but a grin forming at his lips, too.

“Sorry, sorry. That is- preposterous, sir.” You tease, “only add like… fifteen years to that and you could be my father.” You feign shock.

His hand comes up to your face, covering your mouth with his hand as he tries to control his own laughter. “Please don’t say that.”

You laugh. “Sorry, sorry.” He can feel you pouting against his palm. “Jungkook,”

“Yes?”

“I- I can’t wait. To know you, I mean.”

His fingers lace around yours once again, a soft, genuine smile when he says, “Neither can I.”

~

The aroma of fresh coffee fills the air and complemented with the bright sunlight coming through the big window it adds to the overall heavenly atmosphere the morning holds. It’s a Monday and you’ve never felt keener to get out of bed and kickstart the week.

And yes, your commute to work was brighter and filled with friendly faces. Fresh flowers, too. In fact, they sit on top of the kitchen counter – three pretty sunflowers, tall and proud. You always did think the sleek, white space was in need of some oomph – key word for: love. So, you took the liberty. Mrs. Chae held them as if they were a newborn baby, excitedly placing them in a vase with some fresh water.

In front of you, is your breakfast masterpiece – a bright smoothie bowl for Soori who has taken on a passion for, well, all sorts of fruits. You place the neatly cut wedges on top, adding some granola to it. And Cheerio’s. A bit of an odd combination, yes, but the kid loves her Cheerio’s. You cut the strawberries into a heart shape, just like Lucy taught you that one time you were helping her garnish a fruit tart. Everything is more interesting for Soori if it takes on a fun shape and you easily comply – testing your creativity to make life just that more fun for her.

Right on queue with your train of thought, you hear her distant baby babble that grows louder and louder the closer she gets to the kitchen. Your gaze snaps to the direction of the entrance, excited to see her.

Jungkook comes into view – body slightly bent over and waddling a bit before his own gaze comes up, eyes landing on yours as he gives you a warm smile. You return it, frowning slightly when you realize there’s no Soori in his arms, even though you can hear her. He giggles softly, looking down, a proud look to his face. You round the kitchen counter, hands coming to cover your mouth when you see her. Her tiny fists hold onto Jungkook’s middle and index fingers, her short little legs moving rapidly in-between jumps and steps. She’s wearing pink Carhartt overalls with a white baby tee underneath. The tiniest pair of Chuck Taylor’s you’ve ever seen on her speedy feet.

“Oh my Goodness! Look at you, Soo.” You fall to your knees and she shrieks once you come into eyesight, walking towards you excitedly with the help of her dad who still holds her by her tiny hands. Once she’s in your arms, he lets go. You hold her to you, wrapping her in a hug, kissing her chubby cheeks. “That was so good, princess. You did so good!” You coo and she giggles, open mouth returning your kisses – a sloppy slobber all over your face but you don’t care.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Jungkook says, looking down at the two of you, his heartbeat picking pace slightly at the sight. “Yesterday she stood all by herself for 3.7 seconds.”

“What? No way, Soo.” Your baby voice is on and she jumps in your arms. You pull her closer to you. “That’s amazing, bub. You’re going so fast. Too fast,” you pout, surprised by how much you’ve seen her grow in such a small amount of time.

Soori’s hands come to rest at either side of your face – Jungkook thinks about how much it resembles the way he holds her before he showers her with kisses. She’s starting to mimic everything he does and when she leans her face forward and leaves another set of open mouth kisses against your nose his chest flutters – a feeling he can’t quite explain. All he knows is that it feels so light. So right.

“Good morning,” he says finally as you get up from your kneeling position on the floor, Soori in your arms as you place her on the crook of your hip.

“Morning,” you return, a smile forming at your lips at the sight of his. You let yourself get lost in his face, because you can. He looks so ethereal in the mornings. You notice he’s not wearing his usual dress shirt and slacks, having opted for a much more casual look in blue jeans and a flowy blue shirt, the first three buttons tentatively open, exposing his tan skin. “Is it spirit day at the office?”

He scoffs at your teasing, playfully rolling his eyes. “No. Not going to the office today, actually. Well- technically I am. I have to go oversee some renovations at the hotel.”

“Oh…”

“It’s in a location by the river. My parents are actually there at the moment. Staycation and whatnot. So, I’m bringing Soori with. And you.”

Jungkook sees Mrs. Chae’s eyes widen at his words – specially the last ones. He walked right into that one though, he’ll admit that much. He clears his throat before he adds, “as in, you know- Soori. For Soori. If you don’t mind.”

You chuckle slightly, biting at your tongue. “Of course. Let’s fill her tummy and we can go.”

He nods, not missing the glint in your eyes and your playful smile before you turn around.

You’re wearing a pretty white dress, the fabric hugging your waist perfectly before flowing at the bottom. Just like Soori, you’re wearing a pair of white Converse. He walks himself right into that dreamy thought, too. Only this one he did purposely.

It’s going to be a long day.

And for the first time in a long time, he looks forward to it.

~

Jungkook and you divide the task of getting Soori strapped into her car seat – you keep her distracted by letting her fidget with your fingers and he works the harness around her chest and tummy, pulling on it until he’s sure she’s safely tucked in.

“Hey, you’re so good, baby.” He coos at her, pride swelling in his chest at her mellow behaviour. She smiles, holding at his finger and pulling him closer. She has a tight grip on yours too.

Jungkook smacks his lips against Soori’s cheeks, earning himself a giddy giggle from her. She scrunches her little nose when he kisses down her neck, tickling her. She tries to push him away, never once letting go of her hold on your fingers, bringing your hand to Jungkook’s face as her loud snickers fill the car. They’re contagious and soon enough, the three of you are laughing.

“Does Soori have tickles?” You ask her, free hand coming to poke at her sides as she jumps and screeches at the feeling.

“She’s so ticklish.” He says, coming up for air for about a second before he dives right back in, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. She kicks and screams, full-on cackling now and you can tell that it’s not gonna be too long until she gets fed up. Her hand comes up to either side of Jungkook’s head and you tug at his hair slightly. “Hey, hey. That’s enough. She’s going to run out of smiles and then what do we do.”

Jungkook laughs, heart wrenching at your sweet voice that you reserve just for her – liking how you use it on him, too. “Never,” he says, landing one final kiss on top of her head before he straightens his body. You settle into the seat next to Soori and he frowns, saying, “what are you doing?”

“What do you mean,” you return, confusion in your words.

He bites back a chuckle, a grin adorning his face. “Come sit at the front with me.” It’s more a statement than it is a question and he sees you hesitate, eyes zeroing down on Soori’s hand around your fingers and then back to him. “She’ll be fine, come on.”

You hesitate for yet another second before you’re exiting the backseat of his sleek car, making your way to the passenger’s seat. You both get in at the same time and you watch as he gets comfortable, starting the engine and maneuvering the steering wheel as his free hand flies behind your headrest, body twisting slightly as you exit the parking space. Soori whines in the backseat, something awfully close to Da before she breaks out in unintelligible babble. When he glances at her she’s looking at you, small face scrunched up in disappointment.

“Hey, you. We can share, okay? Let daddy have her for a minute?” Soori diverts her eyes, gaze already focused on whatever is going on outside the window, bringing her pacifier back to her mouth and suckling on it.

You giggle. “She’s growing at speed lighting. She’s full on trying to talk now. And walk!”

“I know. We already made a made a pact though – she’s not allowed to do either when I’m away at work.”

“I imagined she agreed to it right away?” You tease.

“Of course. She’s loyal like that.” He looks in the rear-view mirror, smiles when he sees her eyes on him. He turns to you, “how are you feeling?”

“Good. Very good.” You say, a bit sheepishly. “You?”

“Me too,” a lopsided grin forms on his lips and the sight has you weak at the knees.

“Did Taehyung pick up on it?”

He turns to you for a second, a look on his face that says what do you think. “Did Lucy pick up on it?”

“Touché,” you say, “is that… bad?”

“No. They might tease me a bit but they wouldn’t do anything to make me feel uncomfortable before I’m ready to talk about it. Taehyung and Jimin, though… they just have a sixth sense for that stuff. So, it’s hard to keep it a secret.”

“So, we’re a secret?”

He looks at you briefly, an apologetic look to his face. “Does that bother you?”

You smile, reaching for his hand that rests on his thigh. “No. I think it’s the smartest thing to do. At least until we… figure us out, I guess. I am your nanny after all.”

“Nope. You’re her nanny,” he says, motioning to Soori. “You two can talk business later.”

You laugh, playfully swatting his leg. Before you can move away, he’s locking your hands in his hold – intwining your fingers together. It’s all so overwhelmingly good. The lightness to his mood, the witty jokes, that relaxed expression taking over his face. His hand on yours – finally. You missed it, the feel of his skin. The butterflies it sends to your tummy, the warmth it radiates. You could give up on a steady heart rate any day if it meant experiencing the euphoric feeling of having him close.

“Jokes aside,” he starts, “I wouldn’t want her to… lose you.” His face falls, so evidently that you don’t miss it. You can feel it – the way his head is being swarmed by intrusive thoughts right now. Full of bad news. Uncertainty. Fear.

You squeeze his hand. “I know we have a long way to go of… figuring things out. But she’s important to me, too, and I wouldn’t jeopardize that either. I wouldn’t take that leap if I… if I wasn’t sure. About you. About wanting to try. And getting to know you.”

He only nods. His silence makes you feel uneasy, like maybe you pushed too far, said something that would put him in a compromising position. You know his walls are high and even though the full story is still unknown to you, the pieces you do have form a painful puzzle.

So, you don’t say anything – giving him enough space to process things in his own time. Understanding that trust is a tricky thing when broken. Like a mirror, it reflects on everything that stands its way – morphing our own truths, making us feel unbelieving, undeserving.

And as much as you want to pour all the love that brews inside of you onto him at once – to have him know he’s got you; you figure the best thing you can do is to not aid that reflection further by imposing your own fears onto it. Fear doesn’t cancel out fear but understanding does.

Understanding, you conclude, can sometimes be stronger than love.

~

Growing up, you were always in a constant state of praise. From your teachers, your parents – hell, even your friends. There was something so captivating to the people around you about how collected you were, how dedicated and applied. Back then, of course, your world was smaller and your priorities didn’t go as far as making sure you excelled in school, volunteered at your local church to put a smile on your mom’s face and be someone your small group of friends could rely on.

So, needless to say, self-control was easy. You used to believe promiscuity was simply a side effect of hormonal angst and not having enough to do. Thankfully, you were exempted. Not from the hormonal angst, no. In fact, sex was always something you felt drawn to in literature and art. But as for not having enough to do, that just wasn’t your case.

And even when a lot of these beliefs went away along with your naivety you still remained somewhat good at keeping desire cool, calm and collected.

But you’re only human.

And only so strong.

You feel like the universe is playing a silly little number on you now – making you pay for whatever twisted wave of superiority you rode as a teenager. It was probably induced by spending too much time volunteering at the church and cringing at the descriptive way in which your heart and road to heaven would be corrupted by having pre-marital sex, courtesy of the nun that taught your bible study group.

Your body shudders, cringing at the memory alone.

Your eyes divert to said silly little number – sporting that perfectly fashionable baby carrier of his, a sleeping Soori flushed to his chest, as he talks business. And you’re speaking business. Casually blurting out numbers that don’t make mathematical sense to you because how does money even work? Correction: how does money even work like that?

He walks alongside the architect as they review plans, numbers, paperwork, strategy – you name it, Jungkook seems to have the lead on everything. It takes you by surprise when he takes a hold of the pencil and tweaks at the paper plan, adding to the perfect drawing of what will be the new rest & relaxation space. In simpler words, a spa. With all the luxury amenities, in perfect tune with the whole essence of the hotel.

The hotel alone surprises you, not having expected the paradisical feel to it. It felt like a small oasis, only twenty minutes away from the city, surrounded by so much green and crisp, fresh air. You’d passed by The West End multiple times, the one in the city, that is. A tall, glass building that spewed modernity and money just by being in its close vicinity. This West End though, as luxurious and modern as it was, had a more relaxed feel to it.

Jungkook seems to be exceptionally involved with this one, that usual passion he carries about his business soaring just a tad higher. To you, it feels like this one in particular hits close to home and you wonder why. He gets visibly excited when the architect retrieves his iPad, showing him a colourful digital visual of what’s to be the final outcome. Soori fidgets slightly in the carrier and he puts a hand to her face, caressing gently in a soothing manner, making sure his voice goes back to its normal pitch. She’s full-on teething now and her discomfort is painful to watch, especially for Jungkook. So, when nap time came and she wanted nothing more than to be held by her father it came as a no-brainer to him – always taking advantage of whatever time he can have with her during the week.

And this right here is just why you think the universe is playing games with you. Torturous, evil games. Because no, that goody-two-shoes behaviour didn’t last a month in university. You, of course, not only matured and fell victim to the freshman fifteen but also navigated through your sexual awakening in a, needless to say, healthy manner.

But Jeon Jungkook is hormonal angst mixed with three out of the seven deadly sins and you have no desire to repent.

If the pull that draws you to him was only physical then you’d make do. Brave it like a good girl and impose that self-control that carried you through your innocence. But the tension that builds in your body for him happens to go slightly beyond just the physical.

It’s his mind, too. That big brain of his, oozing intellect left and right – how effortlessly it comes to him to lead, persuade and gain people’s trust. How everyone that works for him respects him for all the good reasons, as opposed to fear. How he puts his all in whatever it is he does, perfecting it until his interest wears off and then he moves on onto the next big thing – never ceasing his ability to learn and grasp new concepts. You think his mind is exceptional and that just makes him all the hotter.

His humour and light-hearted ways are one hell of a magnet as well. The witty banter and sharp comebacks, funny without ever being mean. The way no matter what his titles are, to his friends he will forever be the youngest one – their Ggukie. And how he lets them, basking on it, welcoming the love and letting himself be babied. You like the way he can’t help but get giddy when something really cool catches his eye – how even though he’s seen a lot, he never acts like he’s seen it all, letting himself still be surprised by the world around him.

And last but not least – how good of a dad he is. How out of all his titles and duties, that one seemed to be the one he carries with the most pride.

“So, what now, darling?” Your dad said.

You’d barely had enough time to remove your cap and gown, finding a comfortable position in the booth at the diner.

“Well,” you hesitate for a moment, trying to find the right words. “I quit my job at the bar.”

“Oh, honey. That is great news. That was no place for a young lady,” your mother adds, relief filling her face. You appreciate her concern.

“That is good, ___. It was only holding you back. What other offers do you have lined up?” Your father presses, curious and, frankly speaking, gullible.

“Well, dad- it’s not that easy.”

“Of course it’s not! Finding a job is a job of its own, ___. When I was your age I walked the streets tirelessly, paper in hand, circling every single option, talking to anyone that was willing to listen about my qualifications-”

“Dad.” He finally stops, looking at you, “I think that’s very admirable but, in this day and age we use Linkdn and no one is really willing to listen. You think you know rejection until a faceless HR worker ghosts you.”

“I understood two things from what you just told me but, nonetheless, darling, the value of good, honest work never goes unappreciated.”

You contemplate his words for a second. “I was thinking about volunteering at the library… we just passed it actually. It’s a book club for little kids.”

Your mom beams at your words, always one to encourage any sort of helping hand. Your dad, on the other hand, looks a bit crestfallen at the thought.

“You know, honey,” your mom takes it upon herself to break the heavy silence that falls around the table, “when you were a little girl you loved playing with dolls. You’d dress them in your old baby clothes and even made me get you real diapers for them! You went on to become a scholar, a bright young woman but… I always did think that you’d come into this world to be a mother.”

You know she doesn’t mean for her words to hit you in the gut like a clean punch but they do. Not because you didn’t share said dream but because you didn’t believe it was your only one. You didn’t think you’d have to sacrifice your talent and brains to be the very first thing you wanted to be when the world was four walls and an endless array of dolls: a mom.

“You’re a good dad.” You tell him, when it’s just the two of you and Soori, who has just begun to stir awake, once again.

He looks at you, surprised by how flustered your words find him. “Thank you. I try…” he replies, voice laced with honesty as he lets out a sigh.

“And a good hotel owner… person.”

He laughs at this, head falling back on his shoulders. “Thank you. Where is this coming from?”

“I don’t know,” your gaze lands on the tall trees as you walk a narrow walkway back to the main lobby. You wish you could hold his hand. “I like seeing you… in action.”

“Yeah?” You only nod and he doesn’t miss the faint rosy tint that creeps up on your cheeks. “I thought you’d find it boring.”

“There is very little in this world I find actually boring.”

“I like that about you.”

God there it is. The gentleness of his soul. The butterflies that set flight once again, having never truly left.

You let yourself stare at him, a liberty that makes the sight of him all that more enticing. He stares back, a desire tugging in his chest to either tell you just how much he likes not just that about you but also the way you always speak your mind and hold his gaze so intensely he can sometimes even read it. Or just kiss you. His mind holds the debate, eyes traveling to your lips as he surrenders into the temptation. He’s just about to lean in when a higher force settles it for him.

“Darling!” You both turn around, slightly shaken as you’re met with the sight of none other than his mother.

“Hey, mom. How are you?” He says, walking towards her.

“I’m good, I’m good. Let me see her!” She’s excited and that’s all Soori needs to fall into her arms as soon as she’s freed from the coziness of the baby carrier and Jungkook’s chest. “Oh, look at those teeth. She looks just like you. Well, she’s prettier- no offense, honey.”

“Non-taken and agreed.”

“___, it’s good to see you again.”

“You too, Mrs. Jeon. I like your hat.” Jungkook can’t help the smirk that tugs at his lips as his mother is taken aback by your compliment. His hand flies to his mouth to cover the impending chuckles that threaten to come out of it.

“Thank you.” She replies, her voice slightly confused but he can tell she’s flattered by the look on her face. “Your father’s at the restaurant waiting. Your meeting took too long, darling. You know he doesn’t like to wait. Let’s join him, shall we?”

She doesn’t necessarily wait for a reply from either of you, promptly turning around and heading to the direction of the restaurant. Soori’s in her arms and from a distance you can see how her eyes widen as her grandma speaks to her as she would a friend. ‘It is almost your birthday. I have no idea what to get you! What are you into these days? I hope you didn’t inherit that god-awful habit your father had back in the day of putting everything in his mouth. It turned just about everything into a choking hazard. What’s your favourite colour? Why don’t I ever see you in a dress…’

You can’t help but snort, a closed-lipped smile locking in your laughter.

“She’s in for a real treat when she finds out she was in tears the other day because I had to turn the Animal Planet off because all of a sudden the screen panned out to a lion absolutely devouring an emu.”

You break, full-on laughing now at the sole imagery of a nonchalant Soori and a frenzied Jungkook fumbling with the buttons of his high-tech remote control.

“Or when she finds out she can’t wear dresses because she likes to show everyone and their mothers her belly button.” You add.

“If I kept them on their toes just imagine her.”

You both remain in a peaceful silence for about a second as your laughter dies down.

“Hm, well… it’s all a karmic cycle so be prepared.” You muse, humming as he frowns.

“Nope. I’m prepared, you see? I at least know the god-awful habit is all babies. Not just me.”

You turn around, walking backwards as you face him. “Nope. I wasn’t talking about baby Jungkook.”

“Ha. Well, I stand my case. I also happen to be prepared. I have a bullshit radar for rebellious teens.”

“Takes one to know one.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “I was an angel.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Why is that?”

“Because you look too much like one.”

“That’s just a bonus,” he flirts, picking his pace so he can get closer to you.

You click your tongue, biting your lip before you say,

“No. that’s just deceiving.”

~

Lunch is a smooth affair. Jungkook is merely an observer as his mother entertains Soori with random lady-who-brunches talk and his dad picks an interest in dissecting your literature degree. At first, it’s a bit patronizing and Jungkook visibly tenses next to you – it almost feels as if he was introducing you to them in the very same sense you’re both very well exploring. But his father, with a deep-rooted love for the classics, caves – engaging in quite the conversation. He doesn’t quite recognize the majority of the names you both throw back and forth but he looks at you in total awe. You talk about things with such passion and excitement. With love. And it is then that the thought haunts him:

You are love personified.

Jungkook doesn’t know just what that means. Or why his heart and brain ganged up on him and put the thought in his mind – engraving it. But it makes sense to him. You have a softness about you, a lightness that you carry that sheds light into the darkest of spaces, breaking down the tallest of walls. The hardest of men, i.e., his very own father.

Now, his parents might fall into most of the stereotype that characterize the filthy rich but, being assholes for no reason is not one of them. So, they welcome you and Jungkook can tell it surprises you. He also knows that a big part of their approach is due to the fact that they can so clearly see how fond Soori is of you and that is the one thing they’ve weakened for in all of Jungkook’s twenty-eight years on this earth. They have a weakness for her he doesn’t even think they had for him and he thinks it’s only normal, especially considering the circumstances. In fact, he’s grateful for it.

You all say your goodbyes, his mother pressing a kiss to Soori’s forehead before she lets her know, ‘table manners will be discussed with urgency during our next meeting’. She just giggles, grabbing a fist-full of her hair and tugging playfully, making her yelp. Jungkook feigns a stern front, attempting to tell her off but in reality, he just finds it hilarious.

Once they’re out of eyesight you turn to him, eyebrows raising in amusement.

“So, Mr. Jeon’s a romantic.” You state, making him wince in surprise.

“Sorry, come again?”

“Come on. Barret, Neruda, Keats… Baudelaire. The greatest poets of our time. All moved by a little thing called love.”

Jungkook doesn’t know enough to agree but coming from you he doesn’t doubt it. He doesn’t doubt you’re so well-read in something you carry so well. Love.

“I’ve heard my dad’s name followed by many adjectives but romantic is a first.”

“Are you one, too?”

“What?”

“A romantic.”

He hums. “Elaborate.”

“What is there to elaborate in?” You laugh, taking Soori in your arms when she decides to perform her free-fall from her father to you. It’s a good thing you’re both well-trained, always ready to catch her.

“Well,” he gets nervous, your effect on him makes his brain malfunction at times. “It’s a broad term, isn’t it?”

“Mm, depends. How do you see it? Do you see it as love or do you see it as love?” Your voice lilts at the end and he can’t help but laugh at it, half amused and half endeared.

“I don’t know,” but whatever he sees you at, that’s the closest. “But I have my set of beliefs.”

“Ah. So you are.”

He rolls his eyes but you don’t miss his smile. He can’t deny you, really. Because as much as love failed him, he can’t help but see it. He sees it in his parents, in their odd little ways of showing it. In his friends, in how he’s seen even the most untameable of characters be swooped off of their feet and straightened in one swift movement – all because of love. Love walked out on Jungkook but it left him the thing he loves the most. And the one person that he knows will always love him. She has four set of teeth and looks dangerously close to another free-fall as she smiles at him.

And he sees it in you. In the way you take on the world. In the way you speak and read your books and write in that beat up journal. In the way you sing to Soori who will most likely know the entirety of Elton John’s discography by the time she’s two.

Love feels so scary to Jungkook right now – it threatens to break him, even. But he’s not blind to it.

“Come on, I want to show you something before we go.”

~

“What is it with you and non-traditional means of transportation?”

The three of you stand at the end of the dock that sways softly to the beat of the current of the river. A long and sleek speedboat right in front of you. It’s beautiful – dark wood exteriors with black and white detailing, a royal blue flag with The West End insignia on it. You all but gawk as Jungkook jumps in, unconsciously taking a step back with Soori in your arms.

“You know, for someone who’s so easily entertained you sure are hard to impress.” He says as he digs through one of the compartments beneath the seats, retrieving a small, pink life-jacket, presumably Soori’s.

“What about this screams easy?” You sneer, making him let out a loud chuckle.

“Pass her over,” he tells you, hands stretching out towards Soori who jumps excitedly in your hold. You hesitate for a second, frowning at him. “Oh, don’t worry. She loves this thing. Look I even-,” he points to the tail of the boat and you see it. Soori Blue – her name engraved in dainty, cursive letters.

“Did you consent to this?” You ask her. She returns your question with a giggle.

You pass her to him and he puts the life-jacket around her, adjusting tightly as she distracts herself with her trusted giraffe. Once he’s done, he stretches his arm out for you. You don’t take it right away.

“Come on, ___. It’ll be fun.” He presses.

“No speeding, just boating, okay?”

“Don’t worry. it’s just boating when baby’s in. We can do the speeding another day.” He winks and you know nothing about his sentence was sexual but the action sends a flutter to your lower stomach.

You get in, taking Soori from him and settling in one of the plush seats as you wrap your arms around her, holding her tight. Just like flying, she takes on this activity like a champ, squirming excitedly when Jungkook gets behind the wheel and sets sail, no destination in particular, just leisurely roaming about the waters.

You can’t quite deny it – it’s soothing. The breeze is nice and relaxing and he sets a steady, relaxing pace. You glance towards him, eyes focused on the waters ahead and hands effortlessly manoeuvering the wheel. The wind dishevels his hair but it’s one hell of a sight as the strands fly freely around his face. He eventually tugs his front bangs behind his ears, making him look ten times dreamier.

He catches you staring. You look so beautiful. Hair dancing in the wind, your hand pressing down on Soori’s silky strands so they don’t fly off. Your white, flowy dress falls victim, too, as it pulls up your legs, exposing your tan skin to him. Soori’s fingers point to nowhere in particular and you pull her to you, kissing her cheeks before you nod and say, ‘water!’. His brain short-circuits at the impact the exchange has on him – on how tender you are with her. Jungkook has always loved to see the world through Soori’s eyes and always dreaded the day she’d outgrow that wonder. But in you he realizes that doesn’t have to necessarily be the case. He thinks that if you stuck around for long enough, she might never outgrow it – just adapt it. Just like you.

He brings the engine to a stop once the boat is far enough for the hotel to be a tiny speck in the distance.

“Hey, Jungkook,” you call out to him, “I’m impressed!”

Your smile widens as he walks closer to you, coming to a seat beside you.

“You like my speedboat?” He teases.

“I like your boat.”

You’re both laughing now, so loud even Soori joins in.

“Is it cliché to say that I like to come here to think?”

“No. I get it. I mean, it wouldn’t be the first place to cross my mind but… I see why it is yours.”

“You can’t escape them here. Your thoughts.”

You turn to him. “Do you escape them often?”

“I guess. Sometimes…”

“We all have thoughts that we want to escape, I reckon.”

“Do you have them?”

“Why wouldn’t I,” you ask.

“I don’t know. You strike me as brave. Like you would run straight towards them.”

“Brave? Me?” Your voice is shocked.

“Yeah,” his eyes meet yours. “You.”

“I’ve never been called brave in my life.”

He scoffs light-heartedly. “It was the first thing I saw in you. Really saw, I mean. When you sat there and put me in my place after I nagged at you during the interview. Nobody had ever sat my ass down so poetically, by the way.”

“You deserved that.”

“I deserved worst.”

“No, you didn’t.”

Your eyes are gentle and sincere and Jungkook melts at your words. At all of you.

“___,” he pauses, contemplating something you can’t read.

“Yes?”

“I haven’t felt sure of much in… a long time. Other than Soori and a handful of useless things, nothing holds much certainty in my life.” Your gaze deflects to the wooden floor at his words. “But you- I am sure of you. And wanting to try. And getting to know you.” He mimics your words from earlier, a timid smile forming at his lips at the relief he feels over saying them back. They’d been stuck in his chest, tickling up his throat every time he all but glanced at you.

You smile at him, a world of feelings taking over you, an airy voice when you say, “you’re brave, too.”

Your words ring in his ears, straight to his chest, knocking the breath out of him. For a second, he sees himself in your eyes – believes your words. And without much hesitation, he kisses you. Leaning into you, gently cupping your cheek with his hand. It takes you by surprise but you let yourself fall into his lips, scooting closer to him on the seat, both your arms still wrapped around Soori who babbles away as she plays with her giraffe. Your lips are soft and he pulls your bottom one in-between his teeth as you let out a sigh – a delicate sound that he catches with his mouth as his tongue finds yours, allowing him to go deeper.

He pulls back slightly, the both of you gasping for air for about a second before your lips find one another yet again – this time in a gentle lock, as he indulges in the plushness of your lips, how full they feel against his.

Your moment is cut short by Soori’s high-pitched shriek. You both look down at her and she smiles, blowing a sloppy raspberry into thin air, happy to have your attention back on her.

You bounce your leg and he pinches her cheek and that’s enough for her to be satisfied, eyes back on her plushie as she jumps straight back into the previous conversation they were having.

Jungkook leans back against the seat and extends his arm to the side, locking it around you until you’re safely tucked in – a cocoon of his warmth as you lean your head on his shoulder and his hand plays with your hair. Soori is in the middle and she mimics the two of you, leaning her body backwards until she’s resting against your stomachs.

“Oh, God. She copies everything,” you say.

“I know. Get ready for double the sloppy kisses.”

“From you or her?”

“Both.”

He leans forwards, his lips coming to smack at your cheek as he nuzzles closer to you.

You giggle at his touch – Soori follows.

~

Doorway goodbyes have gotten a tad bit harder with a teething Soori. It’s not that she fights being back in your arms after Jungkook hands her over to you – it’s more so having to see him leave and not having the possibility to alternate between the two of you.

Desperate times have called for desperate measures – aka, distractions. Today is half a pancake she nibbles on, chubby hand drenched in sticky honey. She offers it to Jungkook, always the kind girl she is. You think he’s going to take a fake-bite and fake-chew on it the way he normally does but he actually goes for it. Making you gasp in surprise.

“Heeey. Get your own pancake, daddy.” You say in a serious voice.

“Don’t call me that.” He points a finger at you, a scowl to his face. You chuckle.

“Don’t eat her pancake.”

“She likes to share.” He returns, his Soori voice on as he coos at her before kissing her cheeks. “Hey, by the way… we’re having a pool party on Sunday.”

“Oh. Fun…”

“Yeah. Jiminie’s inviting Lucy,” he wags his eyebrows at you. “I’m excited to finally meet her. Properly, I mean.”

You smile, excited for the two of them to be taking this step. “You’ll love her. You all will. She’s the best. Soori will love her!”

“I’m sure we will. But hey, I was wondering if maybe… you could come?”

“Why,” your tone is more brass than you originally intend.

“I want you there. I mean- I know we said… I don’t think they’ll be surprised. They’ll just think you’ll be here for Soori. Unless you don’t feel comfortable with that or- maybe you have plans which I completely understand-”

You smile a little at his rambling, interrupting him as he narrows his eyes at you. “I’ll be here. For Soori.” You see the fallen expression in his face and you break, “and for you. I like seeing you during the weekend. You get less bossy.”

“Funny, you.”

“Oh, I’m hilarious.”

He scrunches his nose, nodding. “Yeah, you kinda are.”

He scans the room for a second before confirming the coast is clear, leaning closer to you and placing a sweet peck on your lips – getting carried away for a second too long as he deepens the kiss.

He knows you don’t know this but you make doorway goodbyes easier for him, too.

~

“What is it with him?” Kenny’s eyes are glued to Jungkook as he sips on a beer and laughs at something Namjoon just said.

“I don’t know. He even laughed at something Tae said today.” Mai responds, her eyes fixed on the same sight.

“Maybe therapy has been helping?” Suelgi suggests.

“Yeah,” Mai’s voice drifts right in tune with her thoughts. Her eyes look for you, sat in Soori’s mat playing with her and Dae. “Therapy…”

“Whatever it is… it makes me happy. I mean, I hadn’t seen a smiling Ggukie in a while. I missed it.”

“Me too. And just overall, he seems different.” Suelgi says.

Mai smiles, simply nodding as she sips on her glass of wine.

He’s different alright.

~

“Hey,” you walk towards the small circle Jungkook, Lucy, Hobi and Jimin have formed.

They all greet you back, enthusiastically.

“Soori sort of drifted. She was with Yoongi on the couch so…,” you say to Jungkook, feeling a bit awkward at not knowing how to approach him with so much people around.

It’s not that you regret coming. It’s just that you don’t really feel like you quite fit in the environment. There are many eyes on Soori, all wanting to give her undivided attention and play with her. So, it’s not like you can do your job and mingling feels slightly out of place considering that you, well, keep one hell of a secret. A secret you try not to make obvious. So, you’ve been avoiding Jungkook at all costs.

“Yeah, the little kids tend to tire her out quickly as she tries to keep up with them. Have you eaten? Are you hungry? Do you want something to drink?” You frown slightly at his words, hoping your eyes convey the words your mouth can’t.

“No. Thanks. I’m actually looking for her ducky. I can’t seem to find it and she’s been making the ducky face so,”

“Oh. Shit, yeah. I think I might’ve left it in the playroom this morning. We were playing videogames.”

“We?” Hobi snorts at your remark and you instantly regret it. “I’ll look for it. Where in her playroom?”

“Not hers. Mine. Here, I’ll come with.” He says and before you can say anything else he starts walking towards the inside of the house.

Once you make it to the long hallway, the same one that leads to his office, he turns to you – face laced with concern.

“Are you okay,” he asks.

“Yes. Sorry- I just- I’m bad at keeping secrets. I feel like my dumb face gives it away.”

He smiles at this, relief flooding his body. “It’s not dumb. And I’m sorry. Maybe it was a bit selfish of me to have you come… I just- wanted to see you.”

“No, no. I want to be here. I wanted to see you, too.” You sigh, leaning your back against the wall. He takes a step closer to you, expression unreadable – perhaps with something dancing in his eyes you’ve never seen before. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he mocks nonchalance.

“Jungkook,” your hand comes to push lightly at his tummy, “there’s like- everyone out there.”

“Why would they come here?” He takes another step forward.

“I don’t know? Bathroom?”

“There’s a bathroom in the pool house.”

“Oh?”

“Oh,” he says, finally closing the space around you and clashing his lips to yours in a soft, slow kiss.

You whimper against his mouth, not really expecting to be this close to him today. It’s healing, really, to be able to just be with him after having him so tentatively close to you the whole day yet so out of reach. You hear a nearing voice – Namjoon’s it sounds like.

“Jung-”

“Shh,” he tells you, grabbing your hands and walking backwards, opening the door behind him. He closes it, securing the lock.

You look around you – a huge room with blue LED lights illuminating it. A couple of arcade games lining the walls, a pool table and a huge black couch that sits in front of an even bigger TV.

“What is this,” you ask, eyes still scanning the room in awe.

“My playroom,” he states simply, pulling you to him by the hands and closing your lips around his once again.

You realize it, the moment you circle your arms around his neck, fingers getting lost in his dark locks as his hands find your waist, making their descend until they squeeze around your hips. You realize just how bold of a move it was to put the two of you in an empty room. Alone and unsupervised. Not even by the prying eyes of a baby.

Mistake, mistake. But what have we said about those?

He lets out a throaty moan against your mouth as you pull at his hair gently, hissing as your nails soothingly run over the spot. The feeling sends goosebumps down his skin and his hands travel down until they land on your ass. You push into him and he squeezes, hard. You moan when you feel him against your lower belly and marvel at how hard he feels through the thin fabric of his swimsuit. He pulls away some, forehead resting on top of yours as your ragged breaths mix together.

“Fuck,” he pants.

“We can just… kiss a little,” you whisper against his lips.

“Yeah. Yeah,” he ponders. “Slow…”

“Slow.” You repeat and before you can process the lie his lips are back on yours.

He walks forwards, arms around your waist as you walk backwards, letting him guide you towards the couch. His knees hit the back of the cushions and he sits, legs spreading and body melting into the pillows as he looks up at you with hooded eyes. He looks heavenly – red-bitten lips glistening with the trace of yours, ruffly hair and slightly flushed cheeks; the soft tint traveling down his neck all the way to his chest.

“C’mere,” he intwines his fingers with yours, pulling you to him until you’re straddling his lap.

“Hm, feels oddly-” a sigh escapes your lips as his mouth connects to a tender spot at the side of your neck, “familiar- fuck.”

And Jungkook knows he’s a goner. The moment his teeth scrape down the sensitive skin and you whimper and squirm in his hold, hips buckling against his, the way he dreamed of the last time he had you in this position. He knows this is where boundaries come to die.

“These dresses will be the death of me,” he says as his hands snake past the hem, kneading around the soft flesh of your ass.

You rut your hips against his, more firmly this time and you can feel him better now – almost fully hard, long and thick as you drag your clothed cunt over him, tiny little whimpers leaving your lips as your eyes shut at the way you tease your clit with every roll of your hips.

He feels it, too. And he can’t help but get high off of your pleasure, on the way your nails push against the soft flesh at the nape of his neck – the way your mouth parts slightly against his own, your hips picking up pace as he groans, hands on your ass as he aids your rhythm, alternating between rapid movements and deeper slow ones.

He’s fully hard now and he can feel the tension building up in his lower stomach, the way it caves in, making him shudder at the sharp pleasure that shoots through him as his cock throbs inside his pants. He tightens his grip around your hips, pulling upwards and away from him until they’re hovering over his. His head falls backwards, hand coming to run through his hair as he collects himself. “Wait- I’ll cum,” he pants.

“It’s okay,” you assure him.

“No. I want to- can I touch you?”

“Yes, please.”

Your voice is so lenient, so airy it sends Jungkook spiralling right into the very root of his lust.

Fuck slow.

His hands grip at the hem of your dress, bunching the fabric upwards until it rests against your tummy. Your hands replace his, holding onto your dress as his fingers run down the smooth of your legs, coming up to toy with the strings at one side of your bikini bottoms. His eyes divert from your lust filled ones all the way to his fingers as they leave feathery touches on your skin. He sees it then – a small butterfly tattoo that rests on your side, just below your hip at the curve of your ass. He groans, doubting he’s ever seen anything sexier in his life.

“Fuck- what is this, baby?”

The pet name sends your mind down a hazy spiral. “I- I wanted to be able to hide it.”

“It’s so sexy. You’re so sexy.”

He tugs at the string that holds your swimsuit in place, eyes widening slightly as the fabric falls apart on your skin, exposing your pussy to him. Your mouth parts, a silent moan breaking at your throat as his fingers come between your legs, digits rubbing at your clit. They travel downwards for a second before he collects your slick, rubbing it all over your little nub.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Is this for me, baby?” His question has your eyes snapping open, lazy gaze fixating on him as you nod and moan as his fingers pick up their pace.

“Y-yes. I’ve- been like this all day.” Your confession has him groaning as he brings your face to him, biting at your bottom lip.

“Yeah?” His fingers tease at your entrance, drawing tight circles against it. You nod hastily and when you do, they push all the way in – middle and ring finger sliding right in, hooking inside of you as he finds that spot that has your legs shaking, weak at the feeling as your hips come down to their original position. “Shit- you’re so fucking tight. Your pussy’s so fucking tiny, baby. Swallowing my fingers.”

“Jungkook- m-move, please,” you whimper and he complies, beginning his assault on your snug walls as he drags the long of his fingers in and out of you, hitting that spot repeatedly until he feels you get impossibly tighter around them.

Your moans get louder, sweeter, against his lips as his thumb draws tight circles around your clit. You hold onto him as the tell-tale signs of your orgasm begin to unfold above him. It’s intoxicating, all of you – the way your hips roll against his fingers, pressing on his cock. The way you whimper against his ear before your mouth finds his and you kiss him, deep. The way your thighs close around him, knees weak at your futile attempts to as his strong legs push yours further apart.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful- you gonna cum for me, baby?”

“Yes,” your voice is but a whisper, lips not parting from his. “I’m so- fuck. I’m so close.”

“Let go, baby. I got you.”

You cry out when you feel him press firmly against your g-spot, legs shaking as you cum around his fingers, cunt fluttering restlessly around them, powered by his thumb on your clit, stimulating you from all nerve endings. Jungkook can feel the way you gush all around his hand, not once doubting you’ve made a mess out of his swimsuit, too.

“Oh, fuck,” you say, completely fucked-out as you relax against his body, blissfully coming down from probably the strongest orgasm you’ve had, well, ever.

He brandishes your shoulders with little kisses as he removes his fingers from between your legs, bringing them all the way to his mouth before he sucks on them – eyes closing in pleasure. Before he can open them, your hand is closing around his clothed cock, tight grip as you stroke him. He moans, fingers slipping from his wet mouth.

“You don’t have to,” he says, hand coming to rest on top of yours.

“I want to. Please.”

That damn word coming from your pretty lips will see the end of him. He gives you a faint nod as his hand closes around yours, tightening your grip. But it’s not enough, for either of you. Your hips pull back some, and his body jerks as your bare cunt comes in contact with his balls through the thin material of his swimsuit. You roll your hips, pleased with his reaction. Your fingers hook on the waistband of his shorts and his hips raise slightly as you push them past his hips, just enough to free his cock. You nearly drool at the sight of him – cock springing up and away from the restraints, landing on his pelvis. He’s long and thick, a pretty set of veins running from base to tip where he leaks a tiny pearl of precum, arousal so evident as it twitches and he whimpers. Jungkook is in no position to get cocky, considering how painfully hard he is, but a lazy grin forms at his lips when he sees you gawking at the size of him, trying to wrap your head around it. Your tiny hand travels down his stomach, emitting a groan from him as your fingers wrap around his girth – the tip of your thumb and fingers barely able to meet as your fist closes around his cock.

Your head lowers a bit before your jaw twitches, collecting your build-up saliva before you let a string of spit fall from your mouth all the way to the tip of his cock. Jungkook’s eyes roll at the mere sight, a feral moan leaving his lips.

“Fuck, ___. Yeah- fuck. Just like that.” He praises as your palm closes around his tip, thumb toying with his slit as you collect the precum that builds up at your ministrations.

Your touch is soft but firm, twisting at the upstroke, pace picking up as you feel him pulse around you. You bring your other hand down and close it around his base, gripping tightly as your other hand works his shaft and squeezes at his tip. He begins to lose control under you, fingers pressing on the soft flesh of your thighs and hips thrusting up at the rhythm of your merciless grip around his cock. He doesn’t think he’ll last much longer, especially when you start rutting your pussy mindlessly over his balls that feel heavy at the wake of his impending release.

“Koo,” you’ve never called him that and it does things to him, cock fighting with his heart to see who’ll explode first. “Cum for me, please. I wanna make you feel good,” you plead and it’s that innocence in your voice that threatens to tip him over the edge.

“It feels so good, baby. So fucking good- ffuck. There- don’t stop,” he begs as your thumb presses against his frenulum and your other hand strokes his shaft, tight hold on it as you twist your wrist.

You whine, exceptionally loud and Jungkook’s eyes snap open, met with the sight of your face contorting in pleasure as you bite your lip, your hands on his cock never faltering as the friction of your clit dragging against his balls rips another orgasm out of you. He thinks he’s about to pass out as he feels your pussy flutter as you press down on him.

“F-fuck. Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re gonna make me cum,” his hands fly to your hips, moving them against him even as you squirm in sensitivity.

“Yes, please- cum for me.” You sound delirious and that does it for him.

His head rolls back, leaning against the sofa as a feral groan rips from his chest – throaty and dreamy and you think you can cum again just by the way he sounds and looks as he falls apart under you. Face contorting in pleasure as he pulls his lip in-between his teeth, biting hard as his cock jerks in your hold and he spills all over your hands – so much cum some even lands on his tummy. His abs tense and finally release once he begins to come down.

“Holy fuck,” his voice shakes, hands gently coming down and removing yours from around his cock as he cringes with the over-sensitivity.

“That was…,” you start.

He sighs, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. “So good.”

You hum in response, face nuzzling against his touch. “I think we should head back. No one is going to believe it was this hard to find a rubber ducky.” You say, looking down at his softening cock.

“Don’t make me laugh just yet, I think I just blacked out.”

You hold back a chuckle, lips gently pressing against his as his hand plays with your hair.

“I’ll go clean up first. I’ll tell them you got a work call or something.”

He only nods, shooting you a lazy smile before you come to a standing position – steps faltering a bit as you regain your balance.

Jungkook’s head is still floating in cloud nine and he lets himself enjoy it for a minute until he can process just how good that was and how it’s about to make slow most likely, probably – impossible.

~

He walks into the living room, face glued to his phone as he scrolls aimlessly through it.

Yoongi lays on the couch with Soori nuzzled against his side as she suckles on her bottle.

“Hi,” he says when he sees Jungkook.

“Hey, man.” He responds casually.

“You look like you just fucked your nanny,” his voice has its usual monotone ring to it and Jungkook eyes widen at his blunt words.

“Yo. Language.” He scolds, pointing at Soori.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

He sits next to Soori, covering her ears, “I did not fuck ___.”

Yoongi scoffs, diverting his eyes back to the tv. “Really now? Are you gonna hit me with another she just straddled my lap?”

Jungkook stays silent.

Thankful his honesty back then landed him into this white lie so easily.

~

HI. if u made it this far – i hope u enjoyed!! this was my first time explicitly squeezing my sexy juices out and I ENJOYED THAT A LITTLE TOO MUCH. i never want to leave the countryside. i am, officially, becoming a country girl. i truly hope u enjoyed. let me know what you thought!! i love talking to u guys, but u already know that <333 i’m sending loads of love!!!! xxxxx

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You always give out such amazing fic recs. I'm wondering if you have anything on hand for me. My absolute favorite trope is soft camboy AUs but really any sex worker au hits the spot, any member.

• these stories feature sex workers or sex worker adjacent plot lines up to and including running personal NSFW accounts • please be aware that all contain mature content and mature themes • minors do not interact • please CAREFULLY READ ALL TAGS IN ALL WORKS to be sure that you are comfortable reading the content •

Silk and Lace by @sunshyngal this one will blow your mind because it’s a royalty AU as well. I don’t want to spoil it but this fic is completely wild and amazing. Like amazing amazing. There are hidden identities, sexy secrets, intense mutual pining. I can’t say enough about it. And BOY can Shyn write. I have been obsessed with this story from the second she published it. It is illicit. It is shocking. I am shooketh.

Elite Chatboy by @kookingtae this one is funny as well as hot! Reader signs up for a sexting service and catches feelings with her sweet and sexy service provider Jungkook. It is a hilarious, fluffy, sexy ride. This may seem like a strange thing to say but this story is really about that couple who laughs and loves together because the connection between them is just that irresistible.

Human Touch by @snackhobi this one has a twist. The sex worker is an android named Taehyung who gains sentience and falls in love with the woman who looked at him and saw more than a machine built for her pleasure. This is honestly a beautiful story and at the end I was just so soft and happy.

Starfruit by @inkedtae is a wild wild ride on the camboy Hobi train. Features a curvy reader and oh my gosh it’s so sexy. This one made me laugh too. There is a fun little twist in the middle that sent me screaming. Truly a delight. I laughed and I sighed and I swooned.

Cyberslut by @kimnjss this one hits on one of my favorite tropes ever—good girl with a secret identity online. The reader has a hard stan thirst account dedicated to the college basketball star (Yoongi) who has no idea that his nerdy tutor is the online hottie tweeting about his hands.

Who’s Your Daddy by @ppersonna the reader is looking for a real dom in her life so she seeks one out on a website dedicated to meeting that particular need. She has no idea that the sexy dom she’s paired with is none other than her best friend who has been in love with her for years. This hot, funny, and delightful story of false identities and true love will leave you sweating and grinning guaranteed.

Dazed and Glazed by @floralseokjin Ok this story has been on a couple rec lists of mine and it will continue to be on many more because no joke it’s like a full on legitimate masterpiece. I could write a dissertation on this story. It’s flawless. The characterizations, the world building, the way the emotions build. There isn’t enough I can say about it. This story is special and features one of the hottest sex scenes like…ever. This is truly one of my favorite fics of any genre for any member and I do not say that lightly. The fun begins when the queen of good girl porn wants to retire with a bang—specifically with notorious porn bad boy Kim Seokjin ruining her in all the right ways.

In Motion by @yoonia is something else. I confess I came to her site because I vaguely recalled that she maybe had a sex worker fic but then I found this and I just COULD NOT LOOK AWAY it was incredible. I mean mesmerizing. The reader is invited to an exclusive voyeurism club where she ends up crossing paths with a handsome man who turns out to be her new boss—Jeon Jungkook! It was so incredibly hot. I couldn’t put it down. I’m serious just wow.

Simply.Cute97 by @httpjeon this is a spicy story about a virgin camgirl who falls for her favorite viewer—a hottie who also happens to be a camboy by the name of Jeon Jungkook. Their relationship is the wildest blend of filthy and fluffy and honestly it’s just a ton of fun the entire way through.

Ill-Fated by @sketchguk is great. What is a girl to do when she finds out that the bane of her existence and the gorgeous cam boy she is obsessed with are one and the same person? This is sometimes sweet, sometimes sexy and a pleasure to read all the way through. I can’t say I blame the reader for handling the situation the way she does. It all seems quite satisfying—if you know what I mean.

Playtime by @jungkookienoona is hot hot hot. This is a fun little cam porn love square. Two childhood best friends in love with each other. Both are cam performers and both are obsessed with the other person’s stream. It’s really just an insanely sexy and also an insanely thought provoking story. I giggled a lot because really it’s so cute, but also insanely hot. So be warned, this fic did not come to play—despite its name.

The Playmate Series by @scribblemetae is about a lovely girl who takes a job a ‘playmate’ for the boys of Bangtan. She caters to their kinks and discovers a lot about herself along the way. Obviously there are feelings and a lot of interesting twists and turns throughout. What a spicy ride! A lot of interesting thought and world building went into this one! You’re sure to be fascinated.

Show-Off by @taeverie is a fun little story about a lucky girl who discovers her roommate Hoseok is a camboy and ends up getting a live and in-person show. It’s a fun and quirky little snack that really hits the spot. My favorite part was when Hobi caught her watching his streams after she lied about it. Good stuff all around.

Notorious by @jungk0oksthighs this one is kind of fascinating. I really don’t want to give the story away, but literally by the end I basically just screamed. It was wild. Definitely give it a shot, but be prepared to have your jaw hit the floor. This author is quite good at eliciting that reaction.

A Matter of Shyness by @jjungkookislife this story is so cute! It’s about a sweet girl who is thirst following a naughty Snapchat account at the same time she begins growing closer to a classmate named Kim Taehyung. There are a lot of delightful reveals and genuinely sweet moments.

Éffleurer by @sugaurora is a fascinating and highly addictive story. This features as sex worker who specializes in a type of submissive performance deciding to enter into a submissive relationship with her gorgeous boss. I’m telling you it’s thrilling. Absolutely thrilling.

Obey by @jjkfire this is one of the most endearing and lovely stories on this list. It’s so sexy and hot yes but it’s like also a beautiful redemption song. The reader is a shy awkward escort who isn’t really an escort, she’s really just there to serve drinks and subtly discourage men from booking her, but she unknowingly enchants the very beautiful and very dangerous mafia boss Kim Taehyung and well… What’s a girl to do? The twist in the story is priceless by the way. I literally cried tears of moved beauty. It’s like that.

Kairos by @luffles424 yes I know. This one is an auto-include because I love it so much and it’s like super amazing and all. And if you haven’t read it yet then please don’t deny yourself any longer. Sweet omega college girl decides to auction of her first heat to the highest bidder and wealthy businessman Kim Seokjin cannot imagine who would pay for something like that… but then he smells her and all bets are off. This is honestly a beautiful love story and you know I am such a sucker for a/b/o done well.

Sexual Healing by @honeymoonjin features extraordinarily hot sex therapist Kim Namjoon and his quest to help the reader reach realization and release in this occasionally humorous romp. I really enjoyed reading this. Namjoon’s smooth certainty had me swooning, but it was the way he really encouraged the reader to explore and enjoy herself that made this an unmissable treat.

Out of Work by @jessikahathaway ok Jess full disclosure I read this before we were friends and it’s one of those stories that I ALWAYS think about (Jess’s writing will do that to you) and when I got this request I was like oh my gosh I have to include THAT Jimin story and here it was YOU that wrote it and I didn’t even remember! I love this story. It’s so incredibly fluffy and surprisingly romantic.

The Cockpile: One Shot Series by @httpjeon this is actually seven different one-shots (one for each of the members) each with their own unique setting. All the stories are themed around sex work and all of them are top notch. I highly recommend. Seven stories for the click of one link with this one!

Shutter and Shiver (Part 2) @pac-mang-blog this one was hard to track down but it was worth it. Submissive camboy cutie Jimin has a noona kink and a pretty project partner who watches his show faithfully. Jimin is quite the adventurous tease and the reader spends most of the story in a state of extremely hot and bothered. I included the link to both parts because they really are tricky to find.

The BANGmeTAN Collab is an ongoing collection of stories centered around the members as sex workers. Thus far it features completed stories by @kpopfanfictrash and @underthejoon • I originally linked The Boyfriend Concept which I discovered (thanks to @kigurumu) was actually part of a whole collab! All the authors participating are top notch writers and each installment is a delightful treat!

Satisfy by @suga-kookiemonster so this story is like wild. I learned things about myself reading this story. This author is great at balancing humor with genuine connection and it really shines in this unusual tale of Kim Taehyung’s friend who (after finding herself in need of money to finish school) agrees to an exclusive paid sexual relationship with the extremely wealthy Kim brothers (the Kim Line) in order to minimize scandals for their influential family. It’s filthy, evocative, emotional, and downright electrifying. I think I may have passed out during Tae’s scene and you’ll know why as soon as you start reading it.

Bam! You Got Scammed by @dovechim this is a wildly creative story. Truly. It revolves around a camgirl who is running a bit of a scam. Poor sweet Jeon Jungkook is double crossed and he decides to get his revenge in sexy satisfying fashion. This is a delightful story. I laughed and gasped and fanned myself the whole time.

95mochibuns by @gukptune this story is delightful in so many ways. Jimin is a camboy and the reader is a twitch streamer and they both (unknowingly) have huge crushes on each other that accidentally spill out onto the internet with lots of antics. Even their followers get involved. It’s sexy and hilarious and I always feel such anticipation when I read it. Even though I know what happens!

The Cambunny Series by @getitinbusan is a fascinating take on an idol AU. Jungkook goes exploring and sees someone he recognizes. The drama unfolds deliciously from there! This one was very hot! I had to stop and fan myself! The second part features Hoseok in a surprise guest capacity!

Take One by @untaemedqueen this story holds such a special place for me because I was really involved in helping D plan it. I knew from the first paragraphs she sent me that it was something really incredible. Min Yoongi is a super famous porn star and the reader writes fan fiction about him. Little does she know that he LOVES reading her work and starts incorporating some of her kinks and stories into his work! It’s so much fun and still manages to be both a great love story and a super sexy romp.

…and since I spent all that time putting together this list, lemme just slide you the link to my MASTERLIST where you can find other themed fic rec lists like this as well as all of my original works 😘

If you know of any really great stories (including your own) that might fit the theme of this list, don’t be afraid to send them in to me!

Thank you to the people who sent in recommendations! Newest additions to the list are in PINK!