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Smut: 💫 Fluff:🌟 Angst:⚡️ Personal Favorite:💛  Completed Series: Italicized

Kim Seokjin

Series

💫⚡️ The Bitch Next Door: Index 3/3

💫🌟💛 Greek Gods Series: Aphrodite

💫 Playgirl Series: Kiwi | Fuckgirl!AU

Oneshots

⚡️ Forever

💫⚡️ New Rules

💫🌟⚡️ Nobody Like You

💫 Did I Tell You About That One Time

🌟⚡️ Radiant

💫 Sharing is Caring ft. Jimin | Prostitute!AU

💫🌟⚡️ Love Me and Leave Me | Royalty!AU, ArrangedMarriage!AU

Min Yoongi

Series

💫⚡️ Brat: Index 5/?

💫🌟⚡️💛 Greek Gods Series: Hades

💫 Playgirl Series: Black Sheep | Fuckgirl!AU

💫⚡️ Four Letters: Index 10/10 ft. Jungkook | College!AU

💫⚡️ We’ve Got You: Index 2/2 ft. Hoseok

Oneshots

💫 Dick and Mortified | RickAndMorty!AU

💫⚡️ Access Denied ft. Taehyung

💫 Evil: Wolf!AU | Werewolf!AU

💫🌟⚡️ Unread

💫🌟⚡️💛 Spell-Tacular | Witch!AU, 50-60s!AU, CF2L!AU

Jung Hoseok

Series

💫🌟⚡️💛 Greek Gods: Artemis | Royalty!AU

💫 Playgirl Series: Scott Pilgrim | Fuckgirl!AU

💫⚡️ We’ve Got You: Index 2/2 ft. Yoongi 

Oneshots

🌟  Soar

⚡️ I’m Fine

💫⚡️ Idle Worship

💫 I’m Not Him

🌟⚡️ The Story of Us

💫 Languor | Stepsibling!AU

Kim Namjoon

Series

💫⚡️ The Runaways: Index 6/6

💫 Playgirl Series: Horns | Fuckgirl!AU

Oneshots

💫⚡️ Fly Away

💫 Buzz

🌟⚡️ Speak

⚡️ Goodbye, Love

💫🌟 Violet | Hogwarts!AU

💫🌟⚡️💛 One Thousand and One | Aladdin!AU

💫 Burst

Park Jimin

Series

💫🌟⚡️💛 Greek Gods: Poseidon | Pirate!AU, Mermaid!AU

💫 Playgirl Series: LA Devotee | Fuckgirl!AU

Oneshots

⚡️🌟 The Boy by the Sea

💫🌟 Good Catch

💫🌟⚡️💛 Star Light, Star Bright ⚡️ | GuardianAngel!AU

💫 In The Middle ft. Taehyung

💫 Tease

🌟 Where Our Hands Touch | Ghost!AU

💫 Birthday Boy

💫🌟 Trying Something New

💫 Sharing is Caring ft. Jin | Prostitute!AU

Kim Taehyung

Series

💫🌟⚡️💛 Ready Or Not: Index 6/6 | BattleRoyale!AU

💫 Playgirl Series: S.L.U.T | Fuckgirl!AU

💫🌟⚡️💛 Greek Gods Series: Hermes | Mafia!AU

Oneshots

⚡️ Dirty Little Cheat

💫 Vixen

💫 Hey There, Roomie | Roommates!AU

💫 In The Middle ft. Jimin

🌟⚡️ Scribble ft. Jungkook | Soulmate!AU

💫⚡️ Access Denied ft. Yoongi

💫🌟 Fill You Up | Pregnancy!AU

💫⚡️💛 Push Your Buttons | Coraline!AU

💫🌟⚡️💛 One of the Boys | BF2L!AU, ChildhoodFriends!AU, Neighbors!AU, HighSchool!AU

Jeon Jungkook

Series

💫⚡️💛 Tantalizing: Index 8/8

💫⚡️💛 Sound the Alarms: Index 8/8

💫⚡️💛 Greek Gods: Ares

💫 Playgirl Series: Boy | Fuckgirl!AU

💫⚡️ Four Letters: Index 10/10 ft. Yoongi | College!AU, FWB!AU, E2L!AU

💫🌟💛 Super Series: Index 2/2 | Superhero!AU

Oneshots

⚡️ Perfect Enough

🌟⚡️💫💛 Énouement | Mulan!AU

💫 Rocky Road| FWB!AU

💫 Baby Boy

💫 Say My Name | Demon!AU

⚡️ The Shoebox

🌟⚡️ Scribble ft. Taehyung | Soulmate!AU

💫 One-Time Thing

💫 Learning the Hard Way

💫🌟⚡️ Piss Off Your Parents

OT7

Series

💫🌟⚡️💛 Greek Gods: Index 8/10

💫 Playgirl: Index 8/8 | Fuckgirl!AU

💫🌟⚡️💛 Loveless: Index 7/? | Spy!AU, MenInBlack!AU

Oneshots

💫 Sated

Unrelated

The Disappearance of Marcus Campbell

1. criticism makes me feel bad. i’m here to write for fun, not deal with the anxiety i do in real life and since i have stated it in my faq, i have all the right to get upset (which i probably wouldn’t even have gotten if the ask hadn’t basically told me to delete half the fic) why can’t you just respect that? don’t like what you read? fine! very normal! I don’t like half the fics i read either, but i dont tell them that because it’s still someone’s hard work and often times a piece of themselves.

2. i didnt delete anything, i just privated it so i can go through it again because “advice” like that, telling me there’s flaws with my fic, makes me anxious and i don’t want people to read it before i can reassure myself that i still stand by it.

3. talking about me negatively to other authors/accounts just makes me feel worse, and honestly, right now, knowing people are insulting and laughing at me makes me want to delete my entire account, and since my time on tumblr hasn’t been very fun lately even before this, i might go on another break/hiatus.

4. anyone telling me i was rude or wrong or should just “suck it up” will be blocked. if you think so, you have my permission to just unfollow or even block me!

It’s Complicated | J.J.K

*Chapter Four*

“It seems we have more in common then we thought” Areum confessed before she took another sip of her drink, if this conversation was going where she assumed than she surely needed a bit more alcohol in her system.

His eyes drifted back up towards the masked women in confusion, a sad smile was now spread on her shiny pink stained lips probably caused by the slushie like beverage she just finished.

“You got dumped this summer too?”

It was more a pity joke due to his own problems, he surely didn’t think she had gotten dumped but the dry laugh she let out told him otherwise.

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours” he quirked an eyebrow her way.

“Are we really about to share our sob stories with a complete stranger?” She laughed at that, ‘they were strangers weren’t they?’ She thought.

“Who better to share your problems with than a stranger?” He still looked hesitant, not really sure if she was just being nice or really was willing to hear about his breakup.

“Fine i’ll go first” Areum sat up a bit more straighter and turned her chair so she was facing towards him.

“Long story short, My ex claimed he finally realized he wasn’t ready for a long-term committed relationship after dating for five years so he dumped me a week after summer started”

Jungkook’s eyes were wide, surely his breakup was not as bad as hers.

“Wait, are you serious?” She nodded and he was dumbfounded, five years? God! he couldn’t imagine wasting someone’s time like that.

“It gets worse” She added and he looked up at her in confusion, what could be worse then that?

“Later on I found out that wasn’t the real reason why he broke up with me” Was she really going to tell him this? She hadn’t even told Ji but it was like her body was yearning for her to tell someone. Just like she said, who better to tell than a complete stranger she will most likely never see again.

“Instead of staying with me for the summer like we initially planned. He decided to go on vacation with his roommate and the real reason for the breakup was because he was planning to sleep with other girls, apparently our sex life wasn’t cutting it for him”

“The only reason I know this is because a friend of mine who also happens to be friends with him told me.” She shamefully and embarrassedly admitted.

When Namjoon had came to her a couple of days later and told her what he had learned, she wasn’t all that surprised. Taehyung was more comfortable when expressing his needs, where as Areum is more shy and private.

They’ve had plenty of sex but of course both of them having roommates, privacy was a rarity so recently they hadn’t been as intimate as they both would have liked.

She thinks back to the times they would spend the night at each others places and he would try to have sex with her while their roommates were asleep just a few feet away but she would always say no, worried they might wake up.

Or the times they would attend parties together, groping each other and making out in random rooms or bathrooms was the farthest she would go in a social setting because he would never assure her they wouldn’t get caught.

It seemed he got off on the idea of someone catching them but he never spoke to her about how she felt. She would have been opened to new ideas in the bedroom or perhaps thinks he wanted to try but he again he never spoke to her about these things.

Always just assumed she would open her legs whenever and wherever and when she said no he would be in a bad mood the rest of the night.

“Sounds like a complete asshole” Was the only thing Jungkook could mumble out at the moment.

He was pissed hearing the hurt in her voice as she explained, anyone who would dump their girlfriend over such a thing as he did to her was an absolute idiot and she surely deserved better.

“He wasn’t always like that, before dating we were actually childhood best friends who turned into a couple but college changed him” Jungkook sympathized with her, his ex was also his childhood best friend.

“Guess it’s my turn” He blew out a breathe and now turned his body towards her so they were facing each other, their legs between each other  now but neither really noticing.

“We actually only started dating the beginning of our senior year but before we were also childhood friends. Things were good it felt nice being with someone who already knew so much about me but unfortunately before we started officially dating I will admit I was a bit of a player”

“You? A player?” Areum asked surprisingly. He laughed while feeling flustered and embarrassed telling her this.

“Yes I was a bit of a man whore as people like to call them. I slept around with different girls, not wanting an actual relationship but I had my reasons why I slept around and also the girls always knew my intentions so no one was ever hurt” He defended himself.

“Senior year she confessed and we started dating, a few months into the relationship things started changing. She wanted to know where I was, what I was doing, who was I with all the time. Even though sometimes it was annoying I never blamed her because her last relationship she was cheated on and obviously my past did nothing to ease her.”

“So you broke up because of trust issues?” He shook his head.

“Since she was my best friend she obviously knew my secrets which meant she knew about this girl I used to have a huge crush on, you could say I was stupidly in love” He made a cringe face and Areum knew this was about to be good.

“Mia, which is my ex’s name, wanted me to apply to colleges she applied at and I did to make her happy but I also applied for ones that I wanted to go to. I got accepted into this one, which was my first choice and I got accepted into the college she planned on going to. I assume you know which one I picked”

“But what does that have to do with the girl you had a crush on?”

“She goes here and Mia knew that, She got mad and claimed the only reason I wanted to go to school here was to follow after someone who doesn’t want me. We got into a huge fight during the summer, she said she couldn’t do this anymore so she called it off”

“Did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Come to school here because of that girl?” A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips and for a moment Areum thought he was going to say yes, but instead he denied.

“No, I came here strictly for study purposes, plus that girl is definitely off limits.”

“Does she have a boyfriend or something?” He nodded before adding.

“Yes and you could say me and her boyfriend are pretty close so she is strictly off limits” He deadpanned more to himself than Areum.

“To breakups” Areum held up her empty up trying to ease the now sad tension in this room, Jungkook downed the rest of his which was barely anything left before he held his up and repeated her words.

The two decided to change the subject and go back to having fun, which is what both deserved. They talked and talked for what felt like hours learning more in depth about one another, they both felt comfortable with each other especially after that small therapy session.

Neither had any plans to leave the small bubble they created in the kitchen either, No one had had even come in and bothered them the entire time they’ve been in here.

Feeling hungry, Jungkook found some chocolate chips cookies in one of the pantry’s so they both could snack but made sure to inform her they had to finish them quickly because he didn’t know whose they were.

About four cookies in, he checked his phone to check the time but was surprised by even more notifications on his phone.

He shook his head at the screen reading over every single message sent by his drunk ex, they ranged from “I miss you”, “I’m sorry”, “I bet you already forgot about me” and “Fuck you! Never call me again!”

He wasn’t sure why but he slid his phone slightly towards the girl sitting next to him, he gestured for her to look at his screen and she did. Now she felt less bad about Taehyung not texting or calling her.

She’d rather him not ever contact her again if he was going to send her text like this guys ex, Areum turned off his phone as more text started to come in and from the glimpse she read she decided he didn’t need to see anymore of that.

“Thanks but I don’t think turning off my phone is gonna solve anything. I wish I could just go back in time and never accepted her feelings then maybe I would still have my best friend”

A pang was felt in her heart at his words, she felt the exact same way. If she knew this is how her relationship was going to end up she would’ve just stayed friends with him. Now she also lost someone close to her and things will sadly never be the same again.

They stared at each other with sad eyes, maybe that’s why they got along so well. Both were going through the same thing and they understood each other better than anyone else at the moment.

Maybe that’s why they had inched closer and closer together.

Maybe that’s why Areum couldn’t help but to spare a glance at his lips, even though there was a slight frown present she wanted nothing more than to kiss it away.

Maybe that’s why his breathe hitched when she licked her lips and he had a sudden urge to taste them.

“Maybe we just need to distract ourselves?” It was like a magnet pulling them closer to one another as Areum spoke, neither denied the pull and continued to blindly step closer.

By this point they were chest to chest, both eyes intensely but cautiously making eye contact. He was a bit taller so he leaned down slightly and that’s when he rested his forehead against hers as his lips ghosted just above hers.

They both remembered at that moment they were wearing mask but neither made a move to remove them, almost as if the mystery heightened everything.

Their noses slightly rubbed against each other as they both started breathing a bit heavier, neither were sure who leaned in first but their lips finally clashed and Areum felt relief, as if she could breathe after holding her breath for so long and Jungkook felt as if the wind was knocked out of him.

His hands instinctively went to hold her waist and tried to pull her closer even though they had no more space between them.

Areum chuckled against his lips which Jungkook found absolutely adorable as she placed one of her hands on the nape of his neck before she tip toed just a bit to deepen the kiss. She tugged on his lower lip before pulling it and sucking which caused Jungkook to lean forward and chase her lips before she could pull away.

A low grumble erupted from his chest as he bent down to quickly pick her up and set her down on the dining table a few feet away. This position, he was standing in between her legs. Their tongues were tangling as they moved them in sync and that’s when she felt it.

She pulled back and looked down, she couldn’t see it due to his long shirt but she sure as hell could feel it and she couldn’t deny it made her flustered at the idea she could actually make another guy hard just by kissing.

“Sorry” his voice was low but he tried to hide the fact he was embarrassed. Never had he gotten this hard over just making out, sure maybe half a hard on, but a full boner?

He pulled away and tried to back up a bit thinking the reason she pulled back was because she was uncomfortable due to his downstairs situation but was surprised when she pulled him back by his shirt and planted her lips back on his.

Her lips moved down from to his jawline then down his neck and this definitely wasn’t helping calm him down. His head leaned back as her lips and tongue grazed the right side of his neck back up to his lips before pulling away once again.

Her lips were swollen and red and he’s sure if he was able to see her cheeks they would be a deep shade of red just like his probably were.

“I’ve never done anything with another guy before” she thought he should know plus she was extremely nervous, his eyes soften as he placed a hand on her cheek above the mask and softy caressed it with his thumb.

“We don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable” he assured her as he placed a quick peck on her lips and her heart swelled.

Areum’s mind went in a bunch of different directions, one telling her not to because this guy was a complete stranger but another telling her maybe this is what she needed to do to get over Taehyung, Matter of fact this wasn’t even about Taehyung anymore, this guy had been sweet and had respected her throughout this entire night and even though she couldn’t see his face she was definitely attracted to his personality so why the hell not have some fun?

“That’s the thing” she whispered, her hand trailed from his back over to the front of his chest and down, dangerously close to his crotch area causing him to slightly buck his hips from the teasing sensation of her hand so close.

“I want to” Areum stated before crashing her lips back on his.

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🌙 𝔓𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢, 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔞𝔳𝔢, 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱

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French Class (optional bias)

A/N: Hello friends I hope everyone is doing alright, I haven’t posted writing in ages but here I am finally! I’m not calling this a part 1 but I would actually love to write another part to this..so if anyone has ideas where this could go, let me know!! x Also this is probably the longest piece of writing I’ve ever posted on tumblr…I hope it doesn’t become boring halfway through rip :/ 

words: 8.3 k 

genre: smut, optional bias (male) x reader (female), college!AU, very lowkey enemies to lovers/friends???, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader

(H/N means “his name”)

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Blood Red (optional bias)

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

words: ~1.7k

genre: smut, reader x optional bias (male)

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

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

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

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

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Like A French Girl - opt. bias [m]

A/N: Hi I’m finally posting again! I missed writing so much and I’ve been getting many sweet messages that I can’t thank you guys enough for :( PS. I hope someone gets the reference of the title kdnjskf

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genre: smut, optional bias (male)!!!, art major!bias

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“Tomorrow? I need to study,” you said as a response to your friend. Instantly, he groaned.

“I swear if I had a dollar for every time you’ve said that to me, I’d be rich,” he said, annoyance in his voice. “Just hang out with me, one day won’t make you fail the exam.”

You had met him at university. He was an art major. Always talking about the music he was passionate about, always having paint stains on his skin, always dressed in the most fashionable clothes. And always wanting to spend time with you, apparently. Not that you minded. No, in fact he was on your mind every day. He was cute, funny and had the kind of mindset you admired in people. But you had sworn yourself you wouldn’t let a boy get in the way of your education. And so, although you saw him day to day at break time, you hadn’t spent a lot of time outside of the university buildings with him.

You looked up at him from where you were sitting at the table in the cafeteria. He was wearing your favorite shirt of his. The next second you wondered when you had decided you had a favorite shirt of his. And now he was smiling at you so sweetly, you almost wanted to give in. But you couldn’t.

“The exam is on the day after tomorrow, so no, I can’t hang out tomorrow,” you said. “I’m sorry, there’s so much I still need to get done.”

“I bet you’ve been studying for weeks already,” he went on. He knew you way too well already.

“Maybe so, but it’s a big exam,” you said matter-of-fact.

“Alright, in two days then,” he decided, as if he made the rules. You tilted your head at him.

“You come by my place after the exam,” he said. “We’ll relax, and I promise I’ll let you forget about studying, even if just for one day.”

Even though you didn’t take him as a fuckboy and you were sure he hadn’t meant it like that, the way he had said the words made your stomach twist with some emotion you couldn’t quite describe. So, you thought about it, but he was right. You needed a break, especially after the exam was finally over. 

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Your Eyes Tell | JJK | 71

ℂℍ𝔸ℙ𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾𝕊

**Please be aware of the warnings. There will be psych ward drama, including self-harm ahead.**

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Logan walked into the house with shopping bags and a backpack and was met by her father.

“There’s my angel,” he kissed her forehead while taking the food from her.

“I couldn’t find the brand of soy sauce Eomma wanted, so I bought the kind YoonGi likes,” she warned him.

“That’s fine,” he nodded.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in months,” her mother walked in and looked her over. “You’ve lost weight. You have circles under your eyes. Are you ill?”

“No, just overworked,” she complained before kissing her cheek and walking off to her room to drop off her bag.

“Have you seen your brother?”

“They’re rehearsing for festivals, Eomma. I haven’t even spoken to Goo-ah in two days. Just texts and snaps,” she sighed.

“Everything is back to normal, then.”

She agreed silently before pushing up her sleeves to wash her hands.

“I’ll get dinner, go relax. Watch the gameshows with your dad.”

“I’m supposed to respect my elders,” she teased her with a dimply smirk to which she received a slap to the ass.

“If you don’t slow down you won’t make it to be an elder,” she complained.

“Yes, Eomma,” she sighed as she walked off and dropped onto the sofa.

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It was the middle of the night when her phone went off. It wasn’t her personal phone, but her work phone. It wasn’t just any ring, but the emergency tone from the nurse on duty. She jumped up, half asleep, and quickly answered. “This is PA Dunn,” she answered.

“Logan-ssi… we have an issue with one of your patients that needs immediate attention.”

“Which patient?”

“Lim JoonYong has been hiding his medication and has lapsed into a psychotic fit.”

“I’m on my way. Please call Dr. Yoo and hand my case load off to the nurse on call.”

“I’ll see you soon.”

She closed her eyes and dropped her phone. This was going to be a bad day.

“What’s wrong?” her mother ran in, the sound of the emergency call waking her up.

“I have to get to the hospital. Tell JunKi I’m sorry for missing his birthday lunch, I’ll make it up to him,” she jumped into a set of scrubs she had in her backpack.

“Will you be gone all day?”

“I don’t know, it depends on how bad the situation is when I get there. These sorts of calls aren’t good.”

“Please call me when you can. I worry when you run off like this.”

“I know,” she kissed her cheek. “Love you.”

“I love you,” she sighed as she dashed out while calling a taxi.

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Logan ran directly into the hospital and straight to the elevator. As soon as she stepped onto her floor, she was met by one of the charge nurses.

“How long as he been off of his meds?”

“The doctor estimates three days.”

“What about his roommate?”

“He was discharged and sent home yesterday.”

“So he’s locked in by himself. Can you get in to sedate him?”

“Every time someone opens the door, he takes a bite out of his shoulder.”

“What?!” she stopped.

“There’s blood everywhere and the orderlies are scared to go in.”

She stared at her for a moment before turning to find the orderlies standing outside of his room. She glanced up to see smeared blood covering the window and swallowed down her fear; fear of what was waiting inside and for the condition of her patient.

She held out her hand and accepted the syringe before stepping up to the door. “JoonYong-ie… it’s PA Dunn. Can you speak?”

“Logan-ssi…” his voice was weak.

“I’m coming in. I want to help you.” She opened the door to find blood everywhere as he looked up from the corner, on the floor. He had bitten both of his shoulders.

“I’m so sorry,” he looked up with tears streaming down his face.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” she slowly knelt in front of him. “May I please help you?”

“I remembered…” he sighed. “This is what they did…”

“You were compelled to feel what your mother went through.”

“I’m so fucked up,” he cried.

“JoonYong-ie…” she whispered. “We need to close up these wounds. I’m going to have to sedate you. When you awaken, you will be restrained. Do you understand that?”

He nodded his head. “I’m so sorry, Logan-ssi.”

“Everything will be alright,” she held out her gloved hand and waited.

He took her hand and looked into her eyes as she injected him with the sedative.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“Sleep well, angel,” she caught him from falling over before yelling out to the hall. “Call down to the operating theatre and request a surgeon! Get a cleaning crew in to sterilize this room! Call Dr. Yoo and request a medical review!”

She stepped back as the orderlies dashed in to place the unconscious boy onto a gurney and rush him to the OR.

“Logan-ssi!”

She looked up at the charge nurse to see that she was staring at her scrubs. She was covered in blood. She went on autopilot as she walked down to the scrub room to wash up and change. Her mind was completely blank as she replaced her protective gear and walked down to her office to write up an incident report and copy the doctors on it.

“Logan-ssi,” Dr. Yoo peeked into her office. “Are you okay?”

She frowned at him, contemplating what a horrible, stupid question that was. “I’m fine. JoonYong is not.”

“He is stable and in surgery, thanks to you. You… need to go home and reflect on this horrific situation.”

“I’m fine.”

“You are not. Go home. Resume your schedule on the fifth.”

She stared at him before nodding her head. “Thank you.”

He too nodded before walking down to his office. He logged into his employee records and found her emergency contact information. He then called Min ByeongJun, which led to a call to YoonGi. He in turn dashed to JungKook’s room and told him. Without another word, he grabbed his shoes and ran out the door.

marital bliss series masterlist (m)

⟶ summary: a trilogy (open to spin-offs of other members) of arranged marriage, accidental marriage, and marriage of convenience stories featuring rich!bangtan. listed in chronological order!

⟶ author’s note: watching penthouse, half of lie after lie, and one episode of world of marriage got me feeling some type of way lol. these fics aren’t like that besides the chaebol lifestyle aspect!

𝟘𝟙  𝟘𝟚  𝟘𝟛  𝟘𝟜  𝟘𝟝  𝟘𝟞  𝟘𝟟  𝟘𝟠  𝟘𝟡  𝟙𝟘 +

⟶ pairing: jimin x female reader

⟶ genre & tropes: angst, smut; arranged marriage/marriage of convenience

⟶ summary: It’s not a marriage that the either of you had wanted. It’s a marriage where both sides of the family were telling you and Jimin to keep a close eye on each other, saying that you cannot trust your spouse’s intentions. It’s a marriage that was shrouded in secrecy and poised to fail from the start. Every decision you and Jimin made must be carefully calculated to not upset the delicate balance you two have established. Nothing can stop things from getting a whole lot more complicated when you and Jimin have to add baby-making to the mix.

⟶ release: chapter one on to be determined

𝟘𝟙  𝟘𝟚  𝟘𝟛  𝟘𝟜  𝟘𝟝  𝟘𝟞  𝟘𝟟  𝟘𝟠  𝟘𝟡  𝟙𝟘 +

⟶ pairing: hoseok x female reader

⟶ genre & tropes: fluff, angst, smut; accidental marriage/marriage of convenience

⟶ summary: You were in Vegas for one last hurrah and bit of fun before you were forced to submit yourself to the drudgery that was responsible adulthood. You had no idea you would wake up from a night of mind-blowing sex, married to the man beside you. Bored out of his mind at Taehyung’s ‘bachelor party’ Hoseok is immediately enraptured by your beauty. When he finds himself leg-shackled, he is not as inclined to dissolve the marriage as you are, especially with his dying grandmother breathing down his neck about wives and children, threatening to disown him and take him off her will.

⟶ release: chapter one on to be determined

𝟘𝟙  𝟘𝟚  𝟘𝟛  𝟘𝟜  𝟘𝟝  𝟘𝟞  𝟘𝟟  𝟘𝟠  𝟘𝟡  𝟙𝟘 +

⟶ pairing: jungkook x female reader

⟶ genre & tropes: angst, smut; arranged marriage/marriage of convenience, enemies to lovers, scorned lovers with a past, second chance romance

⟶ summary: Ten years ago, you had run away from your family to pursue your dreams of becoming an idol. Eight years ago, those dreams were turned into dust and you were forced to beg your family to take you back in. Now, as a part of their agreement for making you a member of the illustrious Min family once more, you were forced to do their every bidding, including marrying the man you hated the most of all. 

⟶ release: chapter two on 06.30.21 (fingers crossed)

The Garden Thief (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Word Count: 9.3K Genre: Hybrid AU, romance/drama/comedy, enemies to lovers Warnings: Unprotected sex, oral sex (fem. rec.), they get down and dirty outside but no one else is there to see them, cum play? (just a little), there’s also a bit of mud (sorry, but also not sorry, they’re outside what do you want from me?!?!), referenced hybrid neglect and oppression (hybrids are wrongfully deemed as pets by law and the majority of society).  

Summary: Your beloved vegetable patch has once again been victimized by a hungry thief in the night. The prime suspect? Jeon Jungkook, your neighbour’s rabbit hybrid. But when you finally confront him, he pleads innocent, and proposes a plan to clear his name.

A/N: I wrote this fic’s premise and opening scene for the ‘A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words Game’ that I played oh so long ago and now I’ve finally finished the tale!

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“Oh for fuck’s sake, not again!” You swear upon seeing the leafy green remains of several carrots lying in your garden, inches from where they used to be buried. This maddening mystery of the vanishing vegetables has been playing out all summer. You’ve set out deterrents for every possible garden pest, rolling out chicken wire and spraying natural remedies to repel anything from bugs to small rodents. Yet you still wake to find that your garden has been robbed in the night. The only possible suspect you haven’t been able to protect against resides just next door, in fact—

You squint up at the boarded fence, spotting a pair of long dark ears peeking out over the posts. “Jungkook, is that you?”

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Rich People Shit

➱ summary: I really just wanted to write rich!Jungkook. Jungkook approaches you with a proposition of friendship. He wants to spoil you shitless with designer everything, and you both end up really fucking liking each other.

➱ word count: 11k

➱ genres: smut, fluff, rich!jk x reader

➱ includes: cursing, unprotected sex (be safe out there yall), virgin!jk, virgin!reader, literally smut idk what to say rlly you're either gonna read it or not lol!

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Silently, you sat on the steps of the entrance to a very pristine, very flamboyant, and affluent University. You never thought you’d ever be here nor did you think you’d be sitting on its steps– like an actual student. Yet, here you sit, quietly, mysteriously, with a dash of pride, paging through the “Luxury” magazine in your lap. You sighed for a second, looking away from the glossy pages to take in your surroundings from the top of your sunglasses. You squinted, watching the students parade by. You could tell, you weren’t like them, you may even never be. You may dress like them, talk like them, walk like them, act like them, but on the inside you are not one of them.

On paper, you are not one of them either. You are not a student here.

You looked back at your magazine.

Surely, you applied last year, friends and family pestered you to at least give it a try, then you had actually thought you had a chance. But you see, when you’re not a trust fund baby, or have parents with cash basically flowing out of their assholes, then you really did not have a chance at this school built on classism and wealth. So why were you even here? The thing is, you might actually be a mastermind, or you may just be naively stupid.

You came here to fish.

You were still a student, just not here, your shabbier university– for the commoners– was just a few blocks away, so it was always easy for you to come here between classes, to get your work done, or just contemplate nothing.

There isn’t a pond or lake at this school, nor is there a river or fishing pier. You came here for a very specific kind of fish. Fish without gills. Fish that don’t spend their lives in water. Fish that can walk. Fish with a specific kind of gait that oozes an overflowing bank account. A handsome little fish. A handsome little fish that can make your dreams of owning pieces of fucking name brand clothing true.

Some Gucci to be specific. You like Gucci, maybe even some Dior, and Alexander Wang. You nodded silently at the reminder of your motives.

Today was your fourth Thursday sitting on these god awful steps that pierced your ass bones. Pelvis? Who cares, you’re not an anatomy major. If that’s even a thing– biology, pre-med, most likely is what it’s called.

That means this is your fourth week, and it’s once again coming to a near end. Four weeks. Still no fish. You remind yourself that fishing requires patience. Fishing requires a careful skill of observation and strict mental control. You need to be ready for the slightest tug. The slightest tug of your prey taking the bait you’ve so carefully laid out for them. Your bait was you of course. Who wouldn’t want a taste of you? Well...that wasn’t the best question to ask. Let’s rephrase that. Who wouldn’t want a taste of a classy mystery woman sitting on the steps of a school where only cream of the crop students go? That sounded better. You were oozing confidence out of your pores as you sat on those demonic stairs, your black sunglasses shielding your eyes from the cloudy sky. And your outfit, oh golly gee your outfit... Only the best of the best from your closet ever gets to see these steps. These fucking ste–

“What language is that?”

In the midst of your tumultuous thoughts, you failed to take note of the random stranger who came to sit to your left. Nonchalantly staring over to your magazine, seemingly interested in whatever the hell you were reading. You questioned whether you should even look over, whether you should feign ignorance to push your “mystery” woman agenda. You didn’t have very strong self-restraint. So you turned...slightly. Your face in the direction of his feet, your eyes are however on his.

Jesus, this man was fucking hot. Diabolically so. You had a hot flash just by looking at him. You started getting dizzy too, there were stars flying around him. Perhaps you just got hemorrhoids from how satanically sexy this man was in the face. And you didn’t even get to the rest of him yet. You hoped the rest of him wouldn’t disappoint you. You see, perfect people are rare, it’s either they have a pretty face or a pretty bod. He probably had a missing toe or something with that perfect face of his.

Your answer was simple. Disregard.

You flipped to the next page. Your hands are nearly shaking from the pressure of this ridiculously gorgeous man’s eyes on you. You could feel him drilling holes through you with those evil brown sex eyes. You tried to steady yourself, as unnoticeably as possible. ‘Remember your goal, remember your destiny!’ The voice inside your head yelled.

When he didn’t leave, even after you had ignored his existence, and effect on you, this was your chance to find out if the fish really took the bait and got fucking stuck on it.

“Is there something you need?” You trailed your eyes back to him, once again feigning distaste and annoyance.

He looked down for a bit. You bit your bottom lip, not sure whether you had hurt him with your words. Then he looked out towards the green park in front of you both: a number of students having picnics and walking around in friend groups.

“Trying to talk to people today is so hard. No one wants a stranger coming up to them, it’s not normal anymore. Everyone meets on instagram and snapchat and twitter, sliding into DMs and all that.” He speaks in a low voice, melancholic almost. His elbows on the steps behind him, resting. Fuck he was sexy. You could tell he was genuine. He got up. Shit shit shit shit.

He placed his hands in his pockets, “Just wanted to talk to a pretty girl.” He smiled, his eyes drowning you in guilt. With that he turned around, slowly stepping down the stairs.

“It’s French.” You called out after him. the classic romance language you had chosen to learn as your language requirement. It’s not like you understood much of it, but looking at pretty pictures and deciphering a word and a sentence every now and then was fun, and you used it to convince yourself that you were actually learning from it. You weren’t.

His head turned back towards you, rapidly, with one of the most magnificent smiles you’d ever laid eyes upon. The butterflies in your stomach were having a field day. He came back and sat next to you, this time a bit closer. Close enough to where you could smell him. A sweet smell, not the usual smell of cologne that most men wore. He was wearing ladies perfume. It was odd, but it made you feel more relaxed, like there was no way this man could ever do anything wrong.

“So, are you a linguist major here?” He badgered you with another question. Like a child that had just won a prize at a carnival game. Why he was making assumptions about you was beyond you. It was a bit bothersome though, you never liked when people would ask assumptive questions, why don’t they let you give the details.

“I’m not, if we’re going to talk please stop making assumptions.” You sighed.

“Sorry. My name is Jungkook. And now I’m gonna stop talking and let you tell me about yourself instead...if you want to. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.” Nervous, that was cute.

“Well...” You looked at him. Unsure of what to tell him. You didn’t want to lie. You hated lying, and you didn’t understand the point of it. Why lie about yourself to others when you can just hide the truth. When you can be deceiving just by saying the right things and leaving the rest out. However though, you were feeling rather bold today, like, you didn’t really give a fuck. Though his face looked so fucking kissable, delectable, ravishing, his outift was rather plain, and one thing you knew about the kids at this school was that they didn’t love anything more than to show off with daddy’s money. The man before you was just wearing a black shirt, black baggy pants and black sneakers. Very simple. Was he just being modest perhaps? Humble. Or was he one of the affirmative action kids? A super smart athlete from a poor home on a full scholarship? Or maybe just a smart kid that got in from his own diligence, from a lower middle class family?

“I’m fishing.” Your words made him raise his eyebrows, perplexed.

“Fishing for what?” You were expecting him to assume something again, but he didn’t, he kept his word, letting you answer.

“Rich little assholes with too much money to spend, so I can offer some assistance in spending that money.” Your eyes squinted with a hint of evil genius.

He laughed. A roar almost. His head was thrown back and his teeth, eerily similar to those of a bunny’s, were now on display, he’s adorable. You flushed, elated, that you made this beautiful human being laugh. You could add this to your bucket list and check it off now if you even had one, ‘1. Make a super, incredibly, sexy, hot, cute, handsome, pretty guy laugh.’ In the box next to it a little check mark to display your success. But your mouth turned into a frown, confused on why he was laughing at your meticulously thought out plan that was sure to score you some sweet sweet cash.

“How’s that going for you?” He said through giggles.

“Not great, haven’t gotten a single fish yet, unfortunately.”

“Why are you doing this, if I may ask?”

“Well, it’s not like I want to get married to them or anything. I guess my reasoning is quite materialistic. I just want some Gucci pieces that I’ve been thinking of for the last two months. I’ve got five-k in my savings, and half the shit on here costs five thousand bucks.” You slap the magazine page in front of you with the back of your palm, like an old smoker upset that his lighter is out of fluid. “The other half more than that. So I had to devise a plan, obviously.” You shrug as if it were obvious and you were explaining to a five year old. You just spilled the entirety of your reasoning to this man you’ve known for five minutes. You should’ve stopped yourself, but there was just something about him that made you tell all the truth, not just tiny bits of it.

“Interesting.”

That was all he said to you, no laugh this time, not even a giggle or a smile. This time he just looked at you. Glazed over you. Studied you. You felt nervous. You removed your sunglasses, in hopes of looking less ridiculous on a cloudy day. You didn’t notice it, but his eyes sharpened. You worried that you may have scared him off, maybe he was a rich prick and your poverty disgusted him.

Jungkook thought that he had scored. He’d noticed you the first day you sat on those stairs, those stairs that were too tough to sit on, so you were usually the only one on them, he wondered if you were actually comfortable. You were impossible not to be noticed, but maybe that was just him. He always saw you paging through a new magazine, he wondered if you were a fashion student, the way you dressed and the specific magazines that you always seemed to bring.

One could say he had created narratives in his head about you, he gave you a personality, a name, a major, he undressed you with his ey–

He wanted to get to know you. He had spent his past time between classes in his usual spot by the tall, ancient tree at the edge of the park placed perfectly in front of you. And so, he spent each day there, and so did you, and he was delighted to know that he would see you each day, except on weekends. The class he would leave to come here, Economics 101, a pain in the ass, but it ended at 11:45 am every other day. So on the days he had this class, he would be prepared to speed walk, sometimes even sprint out of the classroom at precisely 11:45 each time. He was always the first to walk through the exit doors, just so he wouldn’t miss a single second to see you. Maybe it was creepy, or maybe it was just what they called “Le coup de foudre” he mouthed. Love at first sight.

He knew you weren’t a student here because every student here had tried sitting on those stairs every once in a while, but they’d always find a better place around campus to idle in. You, on the other hand, always returned to the exact same spot, but he couldn’t figure you out. He couldn’t understand why you constantly returned there. So one final day, he ventured out, to finally crack the case, and shatter every other possible story he had created in his mind palace, and perhaps build a real one, where it would be just you and him.

“French,” you had said. But he obviously already knew this. Who couldn’t recognize one of the most famous languages to exist on this earth. He hoped you didn’t think he was stupid, but it would be fare anyways, since you were holding the magazine upside down. He was relieved though, that you had called out for him to return. You gave him a chance, and he wouldn’t waste it.

You shared your diabolical evil genius plan with him, and he was appreciative of the fact that you were so honest with him. He was able to finally connect the last red string to the correct picture on the detective board in his head. But it took him a minute to figure out you weren’t joking.

“Interesting,” he had said. Quizzically studying you when you had spilled your entire scheme to him without a single laugh or even a giggle, snortle, chuckle, swift inhale. Nothing. So he knew you weren’t kidding. Your lip quivered like you had regretted telling him all this information. So, he decided to make an appropriate proposition, a proposition of friendship.

“I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

He watched as you stared at him, mouth slightly agape like you were torn between believing his offer or breaking out in a boisterous laugh. He needed to be a bit more convincing.

“You have five-k in your savings, I have fifty million.” He shifted his gaze from your bewildered face to your upside-down magazine. For someone that was so nonchalant a few minutes ago, you weren’t holding up too well now. He thought about how you wouldn’t actually be able to go through with your plan had it actually been one of these other rich trust fund assholes you had aforementioned. Because first of all, they wouldn’t have stuck around after your first act of obtuseness. He grabbed the magazine out of your nimble fingers, flipped it over, and went back a page. The designer pieces that were seducing you not that long ago, and he brought out his phone that sat in his front pocket. Dialed the little number that hid at the bottom of the page, and you both sat patiently as it rang next to his ear.

“Yes hello, I’d like to purchase the Gucci wool coat with leather details in your...” He flipped the magazine to see its cover. “Luxury twenty twenty-one Spring issue magazine....Yes....Yes the one that costs forty-five hundred...” He glanced over you for a moment to register your reaction, raising an eyebrow as you had your bottom lip between your teeth. Something in him ignited.

“Actually, can you add everything else too? Yes, I’d like to purchase all your uhhh... Gucci and Alexander Wang, Bottega Veneta, Zimmermann, Dior and Chanel pieces on display in your magazine as well...Am I sure? Yes...Oh um..” He glanced back to you, this time seriously eyeing you like a piece of meat. But he was just trying to figure out what kind of size you probably wore. “Can you send (Y/N's usual size) and (a size smaller)? We’ll try them on and return the ones that don’t fit...Yes...Just charge my account Jeon Jungkook, I’m already a member...Yes same shipping address...Thank you.” With his final thanks, he hung up, closed the magazine, and turned to face you.

He found you stuttering something but every time a word came to your tongue you closed your mouth, prohibiting it from escaping the gates of your mind. Jungkook grinned, not a sly grin, not a smirk, a grin of amusement, like he had never seen a sight so rewarding. He understood you now. You weren’t rude, or mean, or crude, you were a sweetheart, a gentle soul, a naive one too. You didn’t think things through, yet you had an immense amount of motivation, that wasn’t something that goes hand in hand but you were lucky, it worked for you. You had put up an act, a poor one at that. You were probably a goofball, the way you hadn’t even been paying attention to your magazine, probably too lost in thought to care for it anymore.

“It’ll all be at my house by tomorrow evening if you want to come pick it up.” He placed the magazine back into your nimble fingers.

Jungkook had no evil intentions or plans, he was truly a genuine guy, kind and endearing once you knew him, he would never try anything that would make you uncomfortable which is why he didn’t ask for your address to send it to.

“Do...” You paused. “Do you want something in return?” You asked. Now Jungkook was hit with a wave of anguish. He knew exactly what you were thinking, or at least he had an idea, you were terrified, and that was the very last thing he wanted. He could see the way you gripped your hands together to keep them from trembling, and he nearly dropped to his knees in apologies. He knew you probably thought that by doing this he had forced you into some sort of putrid debt that you’d be demanded to repay in various forms, and oh did he not want that.

“No!” He nearly yelled, his voice unexpectedly louder than he wanted. “No, I don’t want anything, it’s all yours, I just didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable if I asked for your address to send it to.” He waved his hands, not taking a single breath between words. He surely did not want this to be the last time you saw each other, so he did his best.

Oh you were trembling alright. Trembling because you couldn’t hold yourself back much longer from swallowing this man whole right then and there. A small inch inside of you had actually hoped for Jungkook to ask for something in return, even if it was just a cup of coffee, you wouldn’t have even minded if he was an asshole because you would let him ruin you. There was just something about money that made you squirm, pleasantly. You know that money apparently doesn’t buy happiness, but it sure as hell bought something inside of you, and that face of his helped in swaying you even further.

“Alright.” You laughed.

“So, why Gucci? I personally prefer H&M.” He asked

“I can tell.” You gestured to his all-black ensemble with your eyes.

“I’m not going to take that as an insult because you look like you’re dressed for a runway show right now, but you’re sitting on some butt aching steps.”

“Well thank you, I take pride in my outfits. And I don’t know, do you have something softer to sit on?”

“Depends.” He said. You raised your eyebrow, challenging him.

“On?” You persisted him, eager to hear the very obvious answer to his obnoxious yet somewhat endearing flirtatious remark.

He doesn’t answer you, instead choosing to rub his palms across his thighs, as if they were slick with sweat, looking at you then away with a teasing grin. You wanted to wipe it off his face.

The both of you spent the rest of the day chattering on about each other while he showed you his favorite hiding places on campus. He told you stories about his many extravagant trips with his just as extravagant family and friends because you asked him to. And you in turn told him about the numerous shenanigans you pulled at your previous part-time jobs, always ending up in trouble one way or another because you didn’t like the way the customer spoke at you.

“No way!” You exclaimed, your hand slapping his bicep.

“My thoughts exactly!” He laughed, his hand coming up to hold his ear.

“I didn’t actually think rich people were that stupid, wow.” You gleamed at him. “No offense to you.”

He clutched his chest to signify the cliche look of hurt. “I’m actually at the top of all my classes.”

“And I’m a porn star with a side hustle of being the queen of Australia.” You teased.

“Wouldn’t that just be the queen of England?”

“Which one?” You both burst out laughing, loud boisterous laughs that quickly turned into snorts and chortles, mixing into indecipherable sounds that could be used as background noise for a ritual.

Jungkook had ended up walking you all the way to the cafe that was next to your campus dorms, a gentleman.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, I hope?” He said,.

“You will.” You replied with a smile. Jungkook thought that your smile could make the brightest star in the universe cower in defeat.

Jungkook took a single step back, preparing to take his leave but unable to take his eyes off you until you were the one to turn and depart. And it was quick. A peck on the cheek and you were running. Fleeing the scene of the crime where your dignity was killed in action. And Jungkook stood suspended, his hand on his cheek, a smile on his lips, and he knew then, that there was no way he’d be able to stop thinking about you.

You laid in bed reminiscing about today's events. When Jungkook had turned out to be a total sweetheart you were caught completely off guard. You were thinking he would ask you for sex or something, some sort of fuck buddy relationship perhaps, and that in return he’d shower you in extravagant gifts. Perhaps he was just doing a good deed. Helping the needy. But he had invited you to come to his home. So this wasn’t the last time he wanted to see you, and this made you excited. You weren’t sure what to do next though, you didn’t have much experience in this...area. Never haven taken interest in anyone because they just never seemed to satisfy your plethora of expectations, and you never lowered your standards. Then you thought about the kiss, or peck, whatever that crime of passion was. You were able to catch a glimpse of Jungkook’s face before you booked it, gone behind a building, and what you saw was the sweet shock of fondness. He didn’t hate it, and you were zealous.

On the other end, Jungkook could barely contain himself, he’d be seeing you again tomorrow. Don’t even get him started with the kiss, he had nearly grabbed you and given you a proper one, but you were gone too quickly. Even if you didn’t run, he would’ve still kept to himself, not wanting to push you into anything you didn’t want, allowing you to show him what you were comfortable with.

Friday evening came quickly. And as you approached Jungkook’s home, a literal mansion that cost you thirty bucks in an uber to get to, you thought about your plan. In all honestly, you didn’t have one even though you had ample time to think of one on your ride here, you came up blank. Because of your awfully picky nature in men, you had little to no experience, and right now you were coming up empty and decided to opt for plan B: let the lady make the decisions! By lady you meant your punani. If she wanted to go wild with this heavenly looking man then so be it. Even though you were most likely not going to be getting into bed with him tonight and entrancing him with your magical pussy, you still wore your favorite pieces of lingerie– the best that your broke college student money could buy. And so you put on your fake-it-till-you-make-it confidence and sashayed over to his three-meter tall doors. You rang the doorbell.

Within a minute you were met with his sweet smile. The smile you didn’t know you missed. And your eyes were naturally pulled towards it. And now your eyes were on his lips, and you watched as he licked them, and now you wanted to lick them. You were like a child, eyeing candy. You let your eyes drop lower, today he was wearing a tighter shirt, the type that was loose towards the abdomen but was tight at his arms because his arms were powerful– he was stacked. That was the men’s equivalence of a whore shirt. He was being a whore. You noticed the tattoo sleeve on his right arm, and you knew this man was actually perfect. He had no missing toe.

And Jungkook watched you. He knew you were checking him out because he was checking you out too. The way you bit your lip when you saw him lick his. His eyes naturally fell to your exposed legs, and were you carrying a pretty set.

“Hi, I’m glad you came.” He said.

“Me too.” The tension between you two strangling any other words that could be spoken, instead letting each other’s eyes battle to the death.

Jungkook stepped aside to let you in. You marveled at the interior of his home. Overwhelmed by how much it must have all cost. “Holy shit.” You felt a hand on the small of your back.

“Your items are in my room, I can have them packed up for you if you want?” Jungkook said, bringing you back to your senses.

But you didn’t, you wanted to spend as much time with him as you could because if you were being honest, you wanted to get to know him (too). You wanted to understand his motives, why he did it, and why he approached you.

“No, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to try them on first.” You gently touched his arm, the one that was on your back, the one laced in beautiful works of art. There was a certain awkwardness in the air now.

So with that, Jungkook led you up to his room, up the huge marble spiral stairs, down the hallway, and at the very end, the third door to your right, was his little cove. It definitely was not little. His tremendous cove. He had a king-sized bed at the very end of his room, and there was probably enough room for twenty more of those. And by his bed was the entrance to his closet, next to the closet entrance were three clothing racks filled with clothes, and beside those were a couple of purses and bags and smaller boxes. And he had beautiful huge windows on the west wall, opposite from the door you entered through. The windows basically took up the entirety of the wall, and your thoughts ran wild.

“I never got to ask but, why?” You looked at him. He was already looking at you. And you think you caught him. His head was slightly tilted and his eyes were on yours, and you saw a faint smirk, and a lip bite, and you think that for a second you were hallucinating because as quickly as you saw it, it just as quickly disappeared.

“Why did I buy you those things?” He pointed his chin to the clothes in the corner of the room. And you forgot how beautifully sculpted Jungkook was, his side profile a perfect silhouette.

“Yes.” You whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear, so he came closer.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.” He was a head away from bumping into yours, and his eyes were pacing back and forth between yours and your lips, which were now pinker from the blood rushing towards them. But you whispered again because you wanted him even closer, “Yes.” But he didn’t move, sadly.

“You wanted to waste some jerk’s money, so I offered mine.” It was then that he stepped closer, and you could feel his breath on your skin. “I don’t think I’m much of a jerk though, sorry if you were looking for that too.” He added in a lower tone, one you had to pay attention to in order to catch every vibration. Your breathing became ragged, shaky and you weren’t sure if he was doing this on purpose.

“I wasn’t, I don’t really like jerks actually.” You moved your arm, gently placing it on his chest. Jungkook took it as a warning, do not wander further than my palm. He wasn’t sure why, but he surely didn’t want to mistake it for an invitation.

“Where can I try them on?” You smiled.

“There’s a walking closet right next to the racks, feel free to use it.” He took a step back.

“Thank you.”

“Or you could just use my room.” Jungkook froze, he wasn’t sure if he had actually said that out loud. It was just a passing thought in his head, and now he was mortified. He searched your eyes fervently for a reaction.

“Thank you for the offer, Jungkook, I’ll keep that in mind.” You took it as another one of Jungkook’s obnoxious jokes, like eighty percent of your conversations with Jungkook usually entailed. But silently, you wished he wasn’t joking.

Jungkook, however, felt his soul rise from his body and go far, far away. The way his name rolled off your tongue like a sweet melody, he would do anything to hear that again. He hadn’t even noticed any of the other words you said like they were all blurred except for his name, and it drove him crazy. You left him standing there, like a frozen popsicle. But your hand burned, it pulsated, from being on his chest, from feeling him flex under your palm, and it was exhilarating. You wanted to feel him again, but next time without a piece of clothing blocking the sensation.

Jungkook wasn’t used to bringing women home, the last time a girl was in his room was before his sixth grade dance, and it was only because she was amongst the rest of his little friend group. They were all going to the dance together, and Jungkook had told them he had snacks in his room, so they all rushed up to get some before leaving. Pathetic surely, for someone his age. But he never cared enough to go out of his way to find someone to share the majority of his time with, he never thought he needed to. He was always given everything he wanted or needed from birth, and until four weeks ago he didn’t realize that he did in fact want one more thing. Or perhaps he needed it? Love at first sight, what an idiotic concept.

For someone like Jungkook, it wasn’t uncommon to get married the moment he graduated, to another crazy rich person. In these circumstances, you marry someone you could tolerate, someone easy on the eyes too, and you just hope to see that person as little as possible. So you both have affairs, multiple, and it’s no secret, everyone knows, even friends, and family, they all know. It always made Jungkook’s stomach churn, at the mere thought of it all, the lack of integrity. He had met plenty of good-looking, rich, women, but they never seemed to stimulate him mentally. It was always a ‘Jungkook you’re so funny!’ and a firm grip of his thigh, when all he had said was that he didn’t care where they’d go eat, they could just watch Netflix instead. And he’d look at them, detached, then hail that he wasn’t feeling too well, and retire to his room. And the girls would always leave. They’d freshen up their lipstick as if they had another scheduled date before stepping out the door.

Jungkook was surely the black sheep of his family, his entire environment, and not in a bad way. He just didn’t behave like the others, he didn’t share their same mentality. Jungkook preferred to meditate than to go clubbing, he preferred to go to a local cafe than on a jet to Singapore for the weekend. Yes, he had seen and done his fair share of rich people things, but he was still always grateful for the plate of food that his personal chef would place in front of him, bowing to show his gratitude. Obviously, the staff in Jungkook’s home were all incredibly fond of him because of that, knowing this little prince from birth, watching him grow into a genuine and respectful young man.

Truthfully, Jungkook wasn’t really aware of the effect he had on people. He was a charmer, but he was kind too. So everything he ever said, whether it be a compliment, or a random remark on the nice weather, he meant it all one hundred percent. But Jungkook also didn’t say much, which is why he was never able to be properly understood by anyone but his family, staff, and very close friends, and maybe now even you. With you, Jungkook didn’t even feel the need to sat much, the glances you shared seem to fill in forty percent of your conversations. A single glance could mean you two would start barking like rabid dogs, or it could mean a ‘shut the fuck up you can’t be serious’, or even a ‘I will actually punch a hole in your smug little face right now.’

When you walked out of his closet with the first full outfit that fit, he was laying on his bed, hands behind his head and he jumped up at the sound of your entrance. You posed ridiculously for him and giggled. You were happy, and that was all he wanted. He winked, then whistled, eyeing you. You knew he was joking but you couldn’t help but blush, this was his effect, this was what he did to you. And now you really wanted to kiss him, and he really wanted to kiss you, but he didn’t want you to think that was what he did all this for because it wasn’t. He didn’t want you to think that was all he had wanted.

You both quickly fell into conversation, loudly speaking to each other through the thick doors of the closet. Every now and then you’d poke your half-dressed head through the doors to say something or make sure you heard Jungkook correctly, a ‘What?’ and ‘Harhar very funny’ spoken every now and then. Jungkook now stood by the doors with his back against the wall and face towards the ceiling. And you’d think you were going crazy with the way he would look at you, like he had never seen something so divine. He’d never say anything, no ‘You look beautiful’ or even a ‘Wow’, none, he would just stare in awe with his mouth slightly ajar. And you would chuckle, every time. The both of you didn’t seem to be too good with words, never able to quite find any to properly use in describing your feelings.

So when you finally asked him, “How do I look?” he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer, and said with the most serious look on his face, “Like the queen of Australia.” And you stared at each other, in disbelief, both of your eyes racing each other to look from one to the other, both your lips perked and quivering with the familiar wave of a roar that was surely soon to burst through the both of you. Like an explosion, the glee was released. You grabbed his shoulders to keep you balanced as you threw your head backward, your upper body following. And Jungkook was able to open his eyes slightly, through the tears he ogled at your neck, then at your face that shared an image of pure joy. He admired the way your lips parted way for your teeth, and the scrunches on your nose, the smile lines that led from the edge of your nose to the edge of your lips.

“You’re funny.” You said, dazed out of your mind and knocking on his chest, the dopamine coursing through your brain surely mixed with some oxytocin. And it was the same for Jungkook. You thought about the way his hands felt on your waist, leaving a ghostish touch, gentle and comforting.

“Wouldn’t it be even funnier if I kissed you right now?” His eyes were staring at yours with rapt attention. And you answered with an energetic nod, like you had been waiting for this question for years.

It was quick, his lips were on yours, soft, gentle. They glided against yours almost too perfectly like they belonged to you. Jungkook couldn’t get enough of the feeling of your mouth on his, so he was kissing you deeper, more fervently, like he didn’t even need to breathe. Your breaths fanned each other, exasperated sighs as you both inhaled every five seconds for air because you refused to separate. Jungkook felt a warmth blossom within him, the feeling of your arms wrapping around his head to pull him in closer. The two of you began clumsily stumbling towards his bed, the back of Jungkook’s knees hitting the edge first and he fell backward, you on top of him. Now you were peering at him from above, hair framing your face like a painting, and Jungkook adored the way you looked at him with your half lidded eyes through your long eyelashes. He was in paradise. No other paradise he had ever been in, no island vacation or shopping spree in Singapore could compare to the paradise he was in right now, with you. And he knew then that he wanted to share his world with you, and he could only hope and wish that you share yours with him too.

Jungkook caressed your cheek, gentle swipes across your cheekbones with his thumb. His eyes deeply focused on memorizing your every pore. If he told you he was counting your scars you would probably slap him out of embarrassment. He flipped you over, took off his shirt, and kissed you once more. This time it was quick, rushed, like he couldn’t get enough of you before the time was up.

“Can I?” He tugged at the hem of your top. And you nodded, hesitantly, your bottom lip between your teeth. “I won’t do anything you don’t want.” He reassured you, as if reading your mind, following his statement with a soft kiss on your forehead. “So tell me, what do you want?” He trailed his thumb across your bottom lip, slipping it into your mouth, entranced by the way you took him in.

“Can I just have you?” You looked up at him, from eyeing his topless body. That alone had you pressing your thighs together. Your hands all over him, as if your eyes were closed and you were trying to picture him in your mind through your touch. Then you took his left hand with yours, and your right hand trailed down to grab his crotch, and you moved his hand down to yours. “But I don’t want these two to meet yet.” You snickered. Jungkook found you so amusing, his lips perking into an endearing grin. “That won’t be a problem, princess.” Your tummy did a little flip at his pet name, the way he purred it to you making you go a little crazy.

The rest of the night was spent touching and kissing and touching and kissing. And when Jungkook asked if he could ‘massage you down there’ you took his hand once more and slipped it into your panties. And when you were both in your underwear, Jungkook couldn’t stop drooling over you, the black lacy lingerie that you had worn just for him, hugging every one of your curves as if they were specially handcrafted for you. He proceeded to bite the hem of your panties, tugging them off gently while stopping to lick your thigh every now and then. Jungkook truly did not care that he wouldn’t be having sex with you. He loved this just as much. He loved the way your breath hitched when he slipped his fingers inside you, and the way your nails dug into his arm and his back pulling him closer and closer until you were glued together. Your lips never parting even through muffled moans. You touched him too, you felt the way he twitched in your palm, and it made you giddy when he would shiver in pleasure, biting your lip and curling your toes from excitement. And Jungkook would mutter your name beside your ear anytime you teased him a bit too much, "Y/N, baby, you're driving me crazy." Accompanied by his vulnerable whines and gasps. You guided each other, until you both reached the finish line. And you did this until it was late into the night. Reaching the finish line a number of times, in a number of different ways.

You laid in each other’s embrace, whispering sweet nothings to each other through flirtatious kisses. The kind of fondness between you resembled that of hopeless romantics. And that was exactly what the two of you were. Jungkook’s hand caressing your arm, and you outlining his tattoos with your finger.

“Are you hungry?”

“Starving.” You replied with a hearty laugh.

Jungkook reached over to his bedside to grab his phone. Returning to you he asked, “What do you want to eat, pretty?”

“Whatever you have to offer, handsome.” Your flirting was disgusting, but you both didn’t care.

Jungkook then called his chef, even though it was like 1am in the morning. “I am so sorry for waking you up Mister Young, but I would really appreciate it if you could cook up a meal for two, please.” Your heart instantly melted at the sweetness that Jungkook displayed, truly a kind-hearted gentleman. Mister Young was not at all bothered by Jungkook’s request, in fact, he was overly excited for young sir, this being the first time he had ever requested a meal for two at 1 am in the morning. A sense of pride filled him, happy for the young prince who had possibly found someone to be happy with, finally.

Jungkook turned to you, a grin on his face, “You know, I barely know you.” He said.

“Why lie?” You replied.

You were right. Jungkook did actually know you. He had a private investigator do a background check on you this morning. In Jungkook’s world, it was just out of precaution. There’s always a new story that finds its way to him about someone in their circle being another victim of fraud. He just wanted to make sure that the woman he felt himself falling for, was real.

“How did you know?” Jungkook’s mouth slightly agape.

“You just told me.” You grinned. And Jungkook loved the way you made him feel like a fool. You were joking at first of course, but when Jungkook ironically confessed you put two and two together. Figuring that a person of his stature would surely have the means to know what the name of your pet hamster from when you were seven was. You didn’t really care since you had already told him much of it yourself, all he did was cross-check with the records available to him. But now he owed you, big time.

“You owe me now.” You said.

“Like I said, anything you want, whenever you want.”

Over his shoulder, your eyes noticed something that you were inspecting earlier.

“How about... for next time... or whenever I um, come around to it...” You paused to build up your courage while Jungkook turned to what your eyes were peering at. “We do it against those.” You were both now glancing at Jungkook’s window-filled wall.

“Baby...” He turned to you, eyes wide like he was on cocaine, shifting beneath the sheets before slithering nearer to you like an injured puppy placing his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re so sexy.” He whined into your neck, drawing out the ‘y’ at the end.

He looked up at you, his big doe eyes in action, "What are you doing next week?" A cunning smirk sneaking onto his face.

"Well, I'm scheduled at work for like twenty hours, then I have classes to attend..." You mindlessly listed off the things you were going to do next week as if you weren't speaking to Jeon Jungkook, as if he was just a random commoner–like yourself–looking to ask you out on a simple dinner date.

"Come to Fiji with me?"

Wow, you were not expecting that, and it clearly showed on your face. However, it was not at all like you to turn down this kind of offer just to slave around at a job you despised. Your classes you could easily catch up on. Your mind was made up, but Jungkook didn't know that, so you wanted to tease him a bit.

"I don't know." You exhaled as if torn between the 'very difficult' decision.

"Please." Jungkook whined, lengthening the vowels. "I have to take you on a date. Our first official date." He coaxed.

"And us spending the whole day together yesterday wasn't a date to you?" You asked, genuinely puzzled.

"I said o-ffi-cial." He carefully pronounced each sound in the word 'official' to make it clearer.

"And you can’t just take me out to dinner?" You provoked. Jungkook pouted at you, "That’s boring, I’m not a boring guy." And you knew this already, from some of his earlier ministrations.

"Did someone say skinny dipping?" You yelled, frantically searching the room for an imaginary person. Jungkook’s eyes lit up. "I'm fucking with you, of course I'll go." You finally gave in, unable to compete against his pout.

Jungkook didn't even give you time to pack anything, telling you he'd buy you whatever you needed later. You had both ended up sleeping well into Saturday afternoon in a tangled mess on his bed: your leg was thrown over him, his hand instinctively on your ass all night, or he'd be spooning you and have his hand down the boxers he let you borrow. One way or the other, he made sure those butterflies didn't leave your stomach from his touches. Later in the evening, you were both driven to the airport to board Jungkook's own private jet. He told you how every member in his family had their own designated plane all because of an incident where his older brother had taken the plane to see his girlfriend in Amsterdam when his dad had a meeting to attend in Malaysia.

"It was a huge thing." He said. "My dad was like fuming, you could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears, he was yelling into the phone at my brother like 'You better bring that plane back this instant or else I'm selling your Rolls-Royce!' it was hilarious." You laughed in both amusement and agony, this was really some rich people shit that you could not wrap your head around.

"It was my brother's favorite one too." Jungkook snorted. You connected the dots that the car was indeed sold.

"That's insane..." You looked down at your entangled hands. "Our lives are really different, Jungkook." Your throat started to burn from realization, you were in the car on your way to another fucking country with someone you had just met a day ago. The adrenaline and desire overwhelming the practical part of your brain that would've probably been screaming 'Don't! Don't' at every decision you ended up making to spend more and more time with Jungkook. You thought about the home you had grown up in, the two-bedroom home that was just enough for you and your parents. You had nothing to offer Jungkook, and here he was spending all this cash on a stranger. You wondered if he did this with every pretty girl, then dropped them a week later once he got bored. Probably shouldn’t have let miss lady take charge yesterday.

Jungkook squeezed your hand. You looked back at him. "That doesn't matter, I hope you know that." The remaining ten minutes of the ride was spent in relative silence, you battling in your thoughts, and Jungkook humming to himself while looking out the window, turning to check on you every minute or so. He didn't need a reply from you. He would've understood if you made the decision not to go right in front of the jet's stairs. And he'd take you home, without question.

But you didn't. You got on that plane, fell asleep an hour into the flight, and woke up to Jungkook gently telling you that you were about to land. You looked out the window, "Doesn't look like Fiji, did you kidnap me to sell me off?"

"Unfortunately not, you'd make me so much money though," he pouts through his teasing "we're in Sydney, you need things so I figured we'd make a stop..." He leaned over you, his hands on top of the baggage compartment while he looked out your window. You grabbed his waist and stuffed your head up his shirt, yup this was the best decision you've made so far.

"You smell nice, kinda wanna take a bite." You said, actually taking a bite of his sturdy abs.

"What do I taste like?" He asked.

"Like burnt chicken nuggets." You licked.

"Alright, that's enough, let's get going." He pulled you out from under his shirt and enveloped you in a rather dirty kiss. He took you by your hand and guided you off the plane and into the black range rover waiting for you both.

“I don’t need much, Jungkook.” You said, causing Jungkook to stare at you with wide eyes. This was very unlike you. “Well half of the time I’m gonna be in the water, and the other half I’ll probably be...” you leaned over to whisper the rest in his ear “naked.” His grip on your thigh tightened.

“Plus I have nowhere to keep all this stuff in my tiny dorm room closet.” You whined, placing your head on his shoulder. You didn’t even want to think about the amount of time that packing would take.

He hummed as if deep in thought, “Well you’re lucky, I just so happen to have an extra closet you can use.”

You groaned, you were a bit terrified at how things were moving. Yes, Jungkook was a rare gem, a one in a million type of guy but you feared that he didn’t see you the same way. And maybe he really wasn’t, there’s only so much you can learn about a person in 48 hours. Though, character may be hard to fake. Why worry though? This was a once in a lifetime experience that not many people were lucky enough to get, after all, this was what you were working towards anyway. You were absolutely going to enjoy yourself.

“Fine, but that means I have to come over anytime I want something from that closet.”

“Very true, I’m sure we can work something out.”

It wasn’t long before you both arrived at the very posh boutique lined shopping centre. You weren’t sure why you had expected to go to the general mall with stores such as Topshop or Zara. Instead, you were staring down price tags that could pay six months worth of rent. “Stop looking at those.” Jungkook snatched the price tag out of your hand. “Just choose what you like, I’ll wait for you in the changing room, pretty.” The changing room which was quite literally a room with a whole sofa that Jungkook laid on. So when you came in with a stack of clothes in your arms, a huge toothy grin on your face, and the store clerk behind you also with a stack of clothes in her arms, Jungkook smiled. You began trying on the clothes, all made for warm weather, you just wanted to make sure that they didn’t look stupid on you. Sometimes some pieces would look gorgeous on the hanger, but the moment it was on a body it became an awkward looking mess. Jungkook would still say that you made it look good but you wouldn’t care, your own confidence in the piece being more important than whether or not it actually looked good. Jungkook was enjoying this just as much as you were, having front row seats to see your panties slightly slip off whenever you removed some shorts or skirts that were tight fitting. His favorite part though was the swimsuit try on, yup, and you had a lot of those. Every now and then he’d get up just to grab you, spin you around, and hold you, like the big softie he was.

You both spent around two hours shopping. Jungkook bought two pairs of swimsuits for himself, the remaining six bags were yours. And you were back on the plane for a quick-not-so-quick four and a half hour ride to Fiji islands, final destination being Turtle Island.

It was mid-day by the time you arrived at the five star private resort that Jungkook had booked for you two, well his travel agent, but that wasn’t the point–he still paid. It was a beautiful little stilt building on water, there was even a pool and jacuzzi on the patio overlooking the crystal clear blue water. You oohed and aahed at the colorful fish and turtles! that swam below. Then there were footsteps coming up behind you, fast, and before you could even turn there was a huge splash in the water you were watching. A wet blonde head of hair looking up at you from the water. “You coming or not!?” Jungkook yelled over to you. Luckily, you already had your swimsuits on under your clothes, a little trick that your mom and you would do every time she’d take you to the beach or to the water park when you were younger. So you stripped your clothes off and jumped in after him. And when you were floating beside him he brought his hand up out from the water, two goggles hanging from it. You squealed a bit from excitement, snatching one, pouring the salty water out from inside, wiping the goggles and putting it on. Then you were both under, diving then coming up for air then back down to swim after a turtle.

The rest of the day went by quickly, exhausted by the time the sun set. You were in the jacuzzi eating a bunch of fruit that the resort staff had delivered earlier. Eyes closed and head relaxed on the cushioned headrest, with your arms outstretched on the jacuzzi edge. Jungkook was somewhere inside, you assumed he was taking a shower. That was not the case though, apparently he was straddling you now, his thick arms wrapped behind your head, his fat ass on your thighs. You opened your eyes “cute,” you giggled, moving your hands up his sides while inspecting his ravishing body.

“Did you know that sea turtles eat jellyfish? It’s like their favorite snack. I wonder if it’s like jello.” Jungkook said. You hummed, too busy with your hands.

“They can also hold their breath underwater for like five hours.” He added on. Now he was smirking, but you weren’t sure why.

“That’s very interesting, Jungkook, is there a reason you’re telling me this?”

“Not really.” He started sliding off you, into the water. Your eyes followed him down until everything was submerged except for his head.

“May I?” He asked.

“May you what?”

He stuck his tongue out, then flailed his head in the water and you were genuinely embarrassed by him even though it was just the two of you. But you knew what he meant: the turtle facts now made a bit more sense to you. He pinched your thigh and you swatted him. Jungkook’s devious little plan was ruined because you were now wrestling in the jacuzzi. HIs head tucked under your armpit, then you were tucked under his armpit, then multiple counts of attempted homicide.

Though, eventually, somehow your swimsuits had managed to fly off in various directions and somehow you were now all over each other, tongues in action and lips glued together. Jungkook’s hands ran up and down your spine then went to fondle your ass that he would occasionally squeeze. You were quick to let him into your mouth, his tongue having begged at your lips. You naturally began to grind against his muscular thighs, and he would flex them to create some sort of aid in this frictionless water. Your hand inched down his chest, his abs, then you traced his v-line till you reached what you were going for. You fondled his dick that was now getting pressed between your torso and his, running your thumb against his tip. “Shit, baby, do you like doing that? Teasing me?” Jungkook groaned into your ear. You hummed in agreement. Your lips smacking against each other, the sound of hot breath and waves mixing together. Jungkook’s dick being so close to your entrance but not inside you made you feel empty, and you could feel his outline against you, not small in the slightest. “Jungkook, I want you.” The words barely escaping with sound as you mouthed them into the kiss before he started nipping at your neck, taking a bite and leaving a fresh hickey. “Mhm, can you say that again for me, baby?” You loved Jungkook’s way of flirting, he would call you ‘pretty’ whenever you were in public and keep ‘baby’ for the bedroom. “I want you so deep inside me that I can’t see you right in front of me.” You pulled away to speak properly.

Jungkook must have seen the devil because he yanked you up, threw you over his shoulder and removed you both from the jacuzzi. You were now two naked bodies on display for all the turtles and fishes to see, though they seemed to be too preoccupied to watch Jungkook ruin you shortly. He slapped your ass and ran his fingers over your mound as he carried you to the canopy bed that sat outside on the patio. “You know, when you say things like that you make me go a little crazy.” He said in a deep, groany voice. And he threw you onto the bed, barely giving you any time to adjust before he was spreading your legs and looking at you hungrily.

“You’re too pretty for your own good,” he drew his fingers along your entrance, “I wonder how many times I can make you cum with my mouth alone.” You nearly cried as he replaced his fingers with his tongue, his thumb tracing little circles on your bud. It wasn’t long before he was shoving one finger in, then two, then three, going in and out and in and out, his tongue lapping you up. You grinded against him, your fingers in his wet hair. Then he was moving up your body, licking the droplets of water along the line he drew. He circled your nipple while he rubbed the tip of his shaft against your entrance. Your hands were above your head, giving him an all access pass to every inch of your body. Then he was showering you with kisses again, your lips connecting once more like magnets. “I can’t believe I’m about to fuck the queen of Australia.” He whispered into your ear. You let out a breathless laugh, your hands moving to wrap around his neck. “That would make you my king, or rather perhaps my concubine?” You moaned as Jungkook grinded against you, slow lustful grinds. “Sounds like fun either way, but you’ll always be my princess.” And you gave out a loud moan from Jungkook finally shoving his dick inside you.

“What if I said I’d never had a concubine before?” You laughed breathlessly, afraid that Jungkook might not catch your drift. Though when he paused from fucking you into the sheets to look at you through wide eyes, you can confidently assume he did.

“Are you?’ He asked, unable to say much else. And you nodded hesitantly in reply.

“Then I guess we’re both just going off instinct here, aren’t we?” He smiled, returning to kiss you, devotion laced with his kiss. The fact that Jungkook was a virgin, too, made you lightheaded, you were his first and likewise. To you, this meant something more than just a quick fiji trip with a pretty girl.

Jungkook wouldn’t have even guessed that he’d be your first, thinking that you didn’t want to fuck him on your kinda-not-really second date was because you just didn’t fuck so early. He didn’t really understand why, or how, but knowing that he was your first too made him feel connected to you even more, like you were truly both meant to stumble into each other. He was so fucking glad that he asked you that stupid question, or else you wouldn’t be here right now, with him. And God, the way your lips felt against his, he could go crazy just from a brush alone. He held you like you were fragile, made from glass, but with every thrust he wanted to go deeper, further into you, and no he wasn’t doing that just to hear your heavenly moans.

Unhurried, lazy but deep thrusts. Because he’s not rushing anywhere nor are you. And your fingers are entangled in his, beside your head, and they’re warm, moist even, soft, and his thumb drags along the back of your hand, calming you, sweet little ministrations– his specialty. And his lips are on your ear, your cheek, your jaw, your neck, your shoulder, and he’s tasting you, like a hungry gentleman. You’re on a cloud, with nothing else but yourself and him around you. And you can feel it all, everything, everywhere, the sweet tingles that run up from your mound through your stomach, up to your brain and it’s intoxicating, like narcotics, you can’t get enough. But it’s happening simultaneously with the pumps from your heart, and the feelings are mixing, like a sick little concoction waiting to burst out of every opening. Now Jungkook’s fingers are running down your shining body, like paint brushes, he’s painting you then erasing you with his lips, then painting you again, and he does this many, many times, and each time is like the first. You can feel him, so intimately, filling you slowly, his warm, slick body on top of yours, his tough chest and abdomen sliding on yours carefully, gently, almost like he doesn’t want to scrape you with his piercing muscles that he had so diligently built. His golden chain tickles your face, and you smile, biting it, and twisting your head to the side to pull him closer, and Jungkook answers with a chaste kiss, no hesitation.

He pulled out all the way till only his tip was past your entrance, “I’m happy to be your first concubine, my princess,” and as he spoke those words he thrusted into you, a slow, meticulous thrust, guiding you to your high. “I’ll always be your princess.” You repeated to him the same words he had spoken to you, a tear running down your cheek as you felt an unfamiliar sensation bubbling within you.

And you know, you know now that you love him. You love him a bit too much. But it’s impossible to describe, there aren’t enough letters, not enough words, to describe the way your stomach flips whenever he smiles at you– that smile, the smile... his smile. Maybe not enough words in this language alone, maybe there are more in French, there should be more that you can use? So you think, but you only know so much. Amour sans fin. Your love for him, endless, until the very last star burns out. But still, you’re trying to find the words, struggling to put together the letters while sharing the same breaths with him. You open your eyes, and you’re met with his, penetrating you, as if he’s reading your heart’s wishes, longings, needs. And he says it before you can.

“I love you.” And you know, you understand, that it’s all you need. There’s nothing more he can say, to explain to you how deep his feeling goes, there aren’t enough words, or songs, or poems. So you accept it because you too know nothing of what else he could say, to express his longing for you. The longing for something that is already there, but he still wants to be with you, constantly, he wants you there, always.

Jungkook knew that you were the one, his search coming to a full stop with you snug between his arms. He continued to fuck you while paying attention to every inch of your skin, and he soon learned all your sweet spots. The spot right below your ear, which he would lick, and kiss, and bite, and you in turn would cry his name. The spot on your side, on your waist, right below your ribs, he would run his fingers across it, his tongue, and you'd shiver. And your lips of course, when he'd bite your bottom lip, you always smiled into the kiss without fail, and if your hands weren't already holding his face then you would bring them up to hold him.

Even though you were all over each other, tossing and turning, fucking and crying. Fucking from the side, fucking with your leg swung over his shoulder, fucking with both legs over his shoulder, fucking with your face stuffed into a pillow, you still couldn't get enough of each other. This seemed to be the case anytime you two were together though, the physical touch between you two being never ending. Whenever this becomes official, the PDA will be disgusting. So when you've both reached your highs, multiple times, and the fogginess has left your mind, you're finally breathing out an "I love you," that gets lost among the waves, but does not go unheard.

crunchyroll & rail

the 10th installment of my netflix & chill series !

SUMMARY Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket. WARNINGS smut in the forms of making out, jk nipple play, some 69 action, cunnilingus, blowjobs, brief choking, jk trying his best to listen to oc but he doesn’t rlly :/, fingering, missionary bc his eyes are pretty, unprotected fuckin raw, its romantic but when is it not… MISC fluffy and domestic <3, weekend getaway <3, the Big Question, shy jk, sailor moon supremacy, jk makes this big elaborate speech about the sun and moon, mentions of 240p YouTube quality, RATING m (18+) WC 8.7k

NOTE (!) the smut in this chapter is relatively short ! I was more concerned with writing this monumental step in their relationship, so sorry to all the lads who come here specifically for the p0rn but today we focus on the l0ve <333 anyway nc 10!!!!! Can u fuckin believe….

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Ongoing Series I Love ▪ Jungkook

I realized I’ve hit one year this April 🎉🎊. After being a silent tumblr-less reader for years, I decided to set this blog up so I can organize the “ongoing” fics/series I’m reading through reblogs and reading lists.

So for my 🎉 one-year blog anniversary 🎉, I went through my archive to put all these well-cherished ongoing readings in a list.

🖤**Notes **at the bottom of the page🖤

📚 BTS Fic Reads - 2021 May Special Edition (jjk)

↳ KEY

bf2l - best friends to lovers

cf2l - childhood friends to lovers

e2l - enemies to lovers

f2l - friends to lovers

i2l  - idiots to lovers

s2l - strangers to lovers

fwb - friends with benefits

A - angst | S - smut | F - fluff

※ The chapter indicated is the last one I’ve read, might not be the recent chapter  

※ Jungkook gets a separate page (the bulk of fics under him is just 💹

🎯 Assassin/Hitman/Bodyguard AUs

Aim For The Heart - assassin!jk x target!reader | a, f | ch.5

Touche - hitman au, assassin au (chapters are being reposted by author) | a, s | ch.1

Wordless - john wick!au, sugar daddy | a, s, f | ch.4

True Care - bodyguard au, fake dating au | a, s | ch.7.5

💣 Bad Boy AUs

Bad Boy Good Thing - noona, f2l, sort of fwb | a, s, f | ch.9

Bad Guy - college au, frat boy au, bad boy, good girl(?) | a, s | ch.3

Bad Influence: Collection - e2l, fwb, tutor | s, a, f | ch.5 + drabble:12

Club 101 - underground scene, notorious Club 101 (to be rewritten by author)

Cruel Intentions - bad boy, twisted relationships | a, s | ch.1

Image, Bad Boy - fwb, fuckboy au | s, a, f | ch.14 (I read this on AO3 last year since the chapters are linked but if you wish to read on tumblr, you can access it on kittentaegu’s masterlist)

Just One - fuckboy au | s, a, f | ch.8

Mind of Mine = bad boy drabbles, good girl!oc | f, eventual s | ch.4

Monster - fwb au, neighbor au, college au | s, a, f | ch.18

Rough Edges - bad boy, illegal activities, established relationship | a, s, f | ch.8

💙 Bad Girl AU

Falling Into You - college au, slow burn, mutual pining, shy/nerd jk, bad girl oc | s, a, f | ch.7

The Art of Seduction - college au, slow burn, nerd!jk x bully!reader | a | ch.1

🎓 College (or School) AUs

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bad influence: collection

Status: ongoing

All stories are written out of chronological order. Please do not copy, repost or translate any of my works. I only post here on tumblr. 

↳ more lore about the bad influence couple can be found under the “bad influence” tag! 

↳  spotify playlist // all texts // chronological order // bi extras

↳ BAD INFLUENCE

— summary; in which you know Jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time.

— contents and warnings; pwp, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, car sex, dirty talk, fingering, hair pulling, breast play, jk has a big dick and an attitude, unprotected sex (condoms are your friends), jk being kind of a douche, use of the word “slut”, cum eating, creampie, cockwarming, possessiveness, he slaps her ass like once, enemies to fuckbuddies pretty much

— words; 4.5k

→ drabble one: first meeting 

→  drabble two: mid-sex arguments 

↳ BAD BEHAVIOR 

— summary; in which staying late to volunteer at a self-help meeting was the best decision you made in a while. 

— contents and warnings; the endless adventures of badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, public sex (in a church…), dirty talk, fingering, degradation (name calling) but also praise, unprotected sex, clothed sex, creampie, cum play, there is a window and also reflections, rough sex, cockwarming, jk being a lil shit because that’s his main personality trait, jk smokes (only mentioned), enemies to fuckbuddies: dawn of the first day 

— words; 8.2k

→ drabble three: hickeys 

→ drabble four: calming you down

→ drabble five: jungkook’s bday bj

→ drabble six: be quiet

↳ BAD REPUTATION 

— summary; in which you have to deal with some strange emotions for the first time.

— contents and warnings; smut, angst, fluff, the endless adventures of badboy!jungkook x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits/enemies to lovers ;), mutual pining, huge trigger warning for feelings (I know, gross), jk smokes, jealousy, a bit of possessiveness, the oc is Confused and Angry over nothing, Jisoo would trade jk’s soul for one corn chip, the oc gets shamefully drunk, vague mention of drugs (no use), mean arguments :((, the smut warnings include: dirty talk, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb), oral sex (female receiving), grinding, fingering, cockwarming, edging, multiple orgasms, begging, overstimulation, praise, dom!jk x sub!oc, breast play, creampie, orgasm control/denial  

— words; 19,6k (don’t mention it)

↳ BAD ATTITUDE

— summary; in which Jungkook finally learns how to behave. Kind of.

— contents and warnings; pwp, smut, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits/enemies to lovers, brattysub!kook x dom!reader, actually more of a switch!kook/switch!reader, the oc is kind of a demon with teasing because payback is a bitch, bondage, edging, dirty talk, begging, oral (m receiving), female masturbation, cockwarming, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb), creampie, stuffing, Taehyung makes a cameo, terrible use of the two wolves meme I’m so sorry

— words; 7,2k

→ drabble seven: nerves 

→ drabble eight: night drive

→ drabble nine: pregnancy scare 

→ drabble ten: slow 

↳ BAD HABIT 

— summary; in which your little secret starts to get out of hand.

— contents and warnings; smut, sprinkles of fluff and angst, mutual pining, the endless adventures of badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits/enemies to lovers, smoking, mentions of alcohol, mention of vomit, jk and Jisoo are mortal enemies, Taehyung gets his eureka moment, and for the smut warnings: dirty talk, spit kink, dom!jk x sub!reader, breast play, rough sex, mild possessiveness, grinding, so much kissing, oral (fem receiving), cum eating, spanking, manhandling, bondage (using a belt… anyways so-), unprotected sex (don’t be dumb!!! this is fiction), very vague corruption kink, creampie, cockwarming (no one is surprised), praise, degradation makes a comeback (+ use of the word “slut”), the long awaited return of jk being mean, orgasm control/denial, oc kinda cries out of frustration but she’s having a good time, they are in love but are too dumb to realize

— words; 16,7k

→ drabble eleven: home

→  drabble twelve: sexting 

→ drabble thirteen: almost

→ drabble fourteen: sidetracked 

↳ BAD ROMANCE 

— summary; in which the two of you finally make it official.

— contents and warnings; gross fluff, a bit of angst, smut, badboy!jungkook x goodgirl!reader, enemies to lovers, honestly emotionally constipated idiots to lovers, so much mutual pining, cinematic parallels, cute dates, a spark of jealousy/possiveness (mostly playful), the return of car sex, dirty talk, breast play, dom!jk x sub!reader, fingering, spitting, oral (female receiving), cum eating, semi-clothed sex, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb!!), a fuckton of praise kink bc jk is going through it, another glimpse into the demon that lives inside the oc lol, begging, mentions of marking (hickeys), creampie, cockwarming (you already know), jk is whipped and he’s not even hiding it anymore, it’s official ladies!!!

— words; 18,4k

BTS masterlist

m= mature

f= fluff

a= angst

last updated: 10th May 2021

- jeon jungkook

oneshots

• definition of love (m) 7k

↬engaged couple, domestic

blurting out big news at a family gathering was not how this was supposed to go - well, it's not like you had a plan to start with but...

• lucky one (m) 3k

↬established relationship

you're horny, but lucky you, you have jungkook waiting for you in bed.

• drown in your body (m) 6.1k

↬werewolf!jk, best friends to lovers, college!au

you're ovulating - and oblivious to it - and jungkook, the best friend he is, wants to protect you. but because you're a brat and never listen anyway, you do the exact opposition of what jungkook advised you to do... and somehow it all ends up with jungkook fucking you.

• could've been us (m) 5.7k

↬singledad!jk, exes!au

two years after breaking up with jungkook you meet again. and things get very naughty... you're sure he changed a lot in these years, but you didn't expect THAT twist when thinking about his new gained maturity.

• lovestruck (m) 5k

↬ established relationship, college!au

jungkook wants you. and who were you to deny him? of course you'd let him fuck you.

series

• [your] love's the only hoax i believe in (m)

part: 1 | 2 | 3 (-> ongoing)

↬fuckboy!jungkook, tutor!au, college!au

not in a million years you would have guessed that you'd find yourself in the arrangement of giving the biggest fuckboy on campus free tutor lessons in exchange of letting him fuck you. so, how exactly did you end up here?

- park jimin

oneshots

• fiery mornings (m) 3k

↬established relationship, idol!au

waking up with jimin, but add a little spice to it 🌶

series

• better together (f) 1.9k

↬slice of life!au, married couple, dad!jimin

just a casual day with your husband jimin and your little boy jihoon

-> pt. 2: minnie's mini-me had luck (m) 2.6k

your hormones are wild and unpredictable, but it seems like your neediness picked out the perfect timing before your little boy could catch onto anything.

- kim taehyung

oneshots

• stay with me (m) 3.3k

↬ex-husband!taehyung, angst

maybe the love between your ex-husband and you was gone, but the sexual desire never died.

series

sweet devil

• prequel: midnight snack (m) 4.2k

↬enemies to lovers, college!au

you hate taehyung - and he hates you - but you're also in desperate need to find something to help you stay awake, so why not accept his offer and let him fuck you?

• pt 1: devil's smile (m) 10.4k

you already knew that going on a vacation with your friends and taehyung was a bad idea, but when you end up having to share a room with taehyung you find yourself in a situation you'd sworn to never repeat again.

• pt 2:

- kim namjoon

oneshots

• something domestic (m) 3.4k

↬established relationship

namjoon is invested in watching a  documentary, but you're just too needy and too impatient for him.

networks

Bangtan University

BTS Creators Corner

Moving Antics (M)

A/N: This was requested a while ago and I hope you will enjoy it! I always welcome feedback of any kind! Have a good day x

genre: smut, optional bias (m) x reader (f), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation (a tiny bit), dom!bias, very lowkey roleplaying??, reader wears a maid outfit (not in a degrading way)

words: ~ 5.4 k

tag list: @mochi-ficz (let me know if you wanna be tagged when I post new fics!)

People had told you over and over. Moving is a stressful, exhausting process. It would take a while for you to settle in. Until everything had found its perfect place, weeks could pass. At least that’s what everybody said. What they all failed to understand, though, was that being in love could make the most tiring experience fun. Was it stressful? Sometimes. Exhausting? Why don’t you ask yourself that, when you fell into bed like a walking corpse at night? But all it took was a glimpse at your boyfriend as he carried inside the box that said ‘anniversary gifts’ and it was all worth it. You were confident in one thing at least. In the settling in department you were both ranking foremost.

You had lived in the apartment for only a week, and you couldn’t have been more all-over-each-other. Somehow there seemed to be an unspoken challenge you had both taken on. Maybe you two could set a record for most surfaces in a flat someone could have sex on. Or perhaps you should have started marking the rooms and spaces you hadn’t been able to add to your list yet. There wouldn’t have been many left. At the moment, there was only one downside to being so head-over-heels in love. A lot of the boxes in the apartment had been left unattended, as if you only waited long enough, the things would start flying out of the cartons and miraculously sort themselves out while you could stay there, in bed with your lover between your legs.

But this wasn’t Hogwarts and you weren’t some magician. And so one rainy Saturday noon you decided it would be thatday. The day you finally put away all the things that were still in the boxes. Not that the day had been successful so far. It was 12 pm and you were in bed. The shower was running in the bathroom next door, and you wondered how you would convince your boyfriend and yourself that getting things done would be a worthwhile pastime. Telling yourself you would come up with a tactic with your eyes closed, you tricked yourself into daydreaming for a little while longer, cuddled in the blankets that still smelled like him.

When you heard footsteps approach, your mind snapped back to reality. He strut through the door like a nude model, searching for some clothes to wear. His smirk when he saw you eye him was prominent and made your stomach flip. It took every last will of yours to not ask him to come back into bed with you, forget all your earlier plans and live like you were the last people on earth.

“Do you want breakfast?” he asked, finishing his outfit by pulling a shirt over his head. “I’ll make you some.”

You hummed, starry-eyed at his perfection. “Thank you,” you said. Quickly, he kissed your forehead and then walked off, presumably in the direction of the kitchen. Twenty minutes later, at the kitchen table, you finally brought up your wonderful idea.

“I think we really should unpack some more stuff today,” you said, “Don’t you think?”

“You’re right,” he said, “We’ve really been procrastinating.”

“You can say that again,” you laughed.

“Although I wouldn’t describe our scientific research of the last few days as completely pointless.”

“Our what?” you asked. You were getting up to put away the plates of your late breakfast.

“Us testing which room of the house is the most fun to have sex in,” he stated, matter of fact. “I vote for the bathroom.”

“You just love the mirrors,” you grinned, and he mirrored it.

“I do,” he said. His arms snuck around your waist from behind. “Almost as much as I love you.”

“I love you too, babe,” you said, “You know, there’s one room we haven’t tried yet.”

“The office,” he said. You turned your head and you kissed him deeply. In agreement you hummed, your arms wrapping around him. He pulled you closer, hands ghosting over the back of your thighs and up to your hips. You felt like jumping onto the counter and having him there, again, just like you had done it two days ago. But then you remembered you had other projects for the day. If you gave in to him now, you’d end up back in bed for the rest of the day, probably. Guilt was already setting in at the mere thought.

“Wait,” you pulled away and said, “We have things to get done.”

His nod was dilatory but then he seemed to recall his own determination from around two minutes ago. You wished you could have motivated him otherwise, but you were already struggling to spur on yourself to be productive. Then, you suddenly remembered something. Your eyes must have widened in surprise because he furrowed his brows at you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Stay here,” you announced, “I’ll make sure we get through with this today.”

And you were off to your bedroom. You pulled the box out from the far back of your closet. Memories flashed your mind, of when you and your boyfriend had been watching a show together. One of the characters had been wearing a provocative maid outfit, and you still thought about the way he had grinned at it, or how he had said he found it cute, which you believed translated to sexy, but he had been a little shy back then.

Long story short you bought one. And what better occasion to put it to use than now? You went all out, stockings and heels as well as your attempt at fixing your hair quickly, which you knew didn’t really matter, since you would want it out of the way if you were really going to be emptying boxes. You strut down the hall, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The black and white costume just about covered your ass, and on your chest was a cutout in the shape of a cat’s head. The ruffles of the material bounced as you walked, excited to see your boyfriend’s reaction.

“Close your eyes!” you shouted. “No cheating!”

“I never cheat,” he said. You rolled your eyes, remembering his video game antics from the past.

“Before you say anything…this is supposed to be a motivation for us to empty the boxes. If we do that, we can have our reward,” you said.

“What reward?” he asked, eyes still shut.

“Open your eyes and you’ll know,” you said. Oh, how dearly you whished you could have captured his face on camera.

“Babe…,” he said. Then his mouth just stayed agape, as he ogled at you shamelessly. Just because he could. Because he was just thatlucky to have you.

“Do you like it?” you asked.

“Yes. Of course I do,” he said. His tone was emotionless because he was way too busy sorting out his own thoughts in his head. “But do you really think this is a good idea? How am I supposed to focus on anything but you?”

“We’ll figure it out,” you said. “Don’t you want to feel accomplished at the end of it all? If we don’t start working now, we’ll just end up feeling guilty. Again. Come on, let’s do this.”

“Alright,” he said. “Let me have one kiss.”

You laughed and granted him that one wish. His lips lingered on yours for a while. You knew he didn’t want to pull away. Neither did you. But at last, he had enough control to remove himself from you. It was the office that still needed the most work to be done. Cardboard boxes were piled on top of each other, labelled with some sort of theme or room of belonging on the outside. When you looked his way, he was only eyeing your legs. But then you grabbed the closest box to you and handed it to your boyfriend, and he snapped out of his trance.

Believe it or not, there were up- and downsides to the maid costume in this situation. The pros included feeling unnecessarily sexy whilst doing an unbelievably humane task, not getting too warm since you were already wearing little clothing and having your boyfriend virtually drooling over your appearance. The downsides were mostly reduced to one word: heels. Climbing a ladder and balancing three boxes on top of each other in your arms was an arduous task to begin with. Now add the possibility of twisting your ankle on the top step of a ladder and crashing to the floor, probably breaking your back or worse. You really couldn’t endanger the prospect of the fun you were planning on having later by taking that risk.

That’s why you chose to abandon the heels somewhere on the floor about half an hour into the process. And you came to the conclusion that finally getting over and done with what you had been procrastinating for the last week wasn’t all that bad. You were a whirlwind, running from room to room to make sure everything had its place. At some point he had turned some music on, and it was making everything even better. After all this time, you finally had your own place to decorate however you desired. As you admired how nicely things were coming together, you hummed to yourself quietly.

You weren’t sure whether he was having as much fun as you were. Especially not when you walked past him in the doorframe, carrying four pillows. Your ass – maybe not all that accidentally – brushed against his front as you entered the room. Innocence and feigned ignorance were on your face but you noticed exactly the way his eyes dwelled on you for a little longer until he got back to work.

But everything you could do he could do just as well. Fifteen minutes later, you were occupied with stacking books onto a shelf. Wanting them to stand in a very specific order turned out to be more time-consuming than you had anticipated. You heard his steps behind you, assuming he was going to walk past you. Suddenly his lips brushed against your exposed neck.

“Remember this song?” he asked. You hadn’t been focused on the music for a while now, but of course you remembered. “Remember when I fucked you to the beat of this? Because I do.”

“Babe,” you said. There was a little part in your brain that had the glorious idea of him having you right there, against the bookshelf. You wouldn’t even need to remove your clothes. With him, it took nothing but a few magic words and you felt like giving him all of you. No. It’s not time for that yet. Your rationality vanquished that little avid thought and pushed it away, back into your unconscious where it had come from. It wasn’t gone yet, only not so urgent anymore.

“You’re right,” he said. “We’ll save that for later. Just wanted to remind you of how much of a good time we can have.”

You only shook your head and grinned as he walked off, pretending to be blissfully unbothered. What goes around, comes around, after all. And you deserved that for pushing up against him earlier. It took a minute and you got back to sorting your book titles. Time passed surprisingly fast when you were being productive. Box after box emptied itself, almost as if your wish for magic powers had become reality. But it was just two people, who were so excited about their reward that they forgot to even take a proper break in between the chaos. And soon you were down to the last cardboard box. It was full of decorations you didn’t need for the current season.

Just a few more climbs up and down the ladder to the very top of the closet and you were done. He stood next to the ladder, handing you the things so you didn’t have to go all the way down each time.

“Last one,” he said, giving you a box with holiday lights. Successfully, you placed it in its new spot. When you finally made eye contact with him, he was already staring at you like you were the only thing in the room worth looking at. To be fair, from where he stood, there wasn’t much left up to his imagination. With your stockings on display, his eyes could probably go all the way up to your garter belt.

“Is this angle too revealing?” you asked.

“Absolutely,” he said, making you laugh. Smirking, he took your hand as you stepped off the ladder. You stumbled into his body as you grinned at each other. You both had the same thing on your mind, without a doubt. It was like a little inside joke you had made up just now, making you flirt through looks and small touches. His hand rubbed the small of your back as he bent to your ear.

“My pretty maid, haven’t you worked enough for the day?” he asked. “All that teasing you did today must have been soexhausting.”

You nodded overly seriously, as if riling up your horny boyfriend was physically tiring work. “I hope I did a good job. Did I?”

“No one else could have done it better,” he said. “Now let me treat you, baby.”

You hummed with your mouth already too close to his to say anything. Then your lips finally crashed onto his. It was a little ridiculous how much you missed his touch after only hours of being without it. People had told you you’d get tired of being with each other all the time. But it had been years and you still wished you could have cuffed his wrist to yours because you loved him just that much.

Your tongues fought playfully as you pushed him against the closet front. Small noises came from both of your mouths, quietly agreeing that this was what you had been waiting for – more or less patiently. Your hands became busy with the buttons of his flannel. When you came across his bare skin underneath instead of a shirt, you smiled into the kiss. Every layer less to remove meant you were one step closer to what you wanted.

“We’ve never done it in here,” you muttered against his hungry lips. “That table looks nice, doesn’t it?”

He grinned. Your hands had already messed up his hair, but nothing came close to his dark eyes in moments like these. His look never failed to make your heart skip a beat while you wondered how you had ended up with the most handsome guy in the world.

“Will you think of us, if you ever sit there and work in the future?” he asked, leading you over to the office table. He dropped his flannel on the ground on the way.

“I always think about us,” you said. “But you can make sure this one stays especially prominent in my memory.”

“There’s nothing I’d rather do,” he said, and kissed you again. Your ass was backed against the edge of the table and one of his legs pushed between your thighs. It made you whimper quietly in anticipation. He touched the little part on your thighs that was bare, playing with your garters. With your eyes closed, his tongue on yours and his hands being so close but so far from where you needed him, your head spun with dizziness. He was like a drug, like alcohol dripping straight from his lips and the more you kissed him, the less control you had over yourself. His attention gave you loose lips and the impulse to be risky, all whilst feeling so high up in the clouds you weren’t sure you’d ever find your way back down. You hissed when he pressed his fingers against your underwear.

“You’ll keep the dress on,” he said. “Will you?”

“Of course,” you obliged. “If that’s what you want.”

“Good girl,” he said, and he pulled aside your panties to slide his finger over the slickness that had formed between your thighs. As if on command, your hips moved closer to his hand as you whimpered at the too gentle friction. All afternoon you had been thinking of his hands on you. When you had watched him peel away the tape from the boxes, when he was taking your hand to help you down from the ladder and when he had run his fingers through his hair absentmindedly – all you could think about was how much you wanted those hands to grab your hips and for him to have his way with you.

“Take these off,” he ordered. His stern but gentle voice turned your insides into mush. It made you behave almost like a robot, no ifs ands or buts. When you usually liked to tease him, you knew not to test your limits when he spoke in this tone. Your underwear dropped to the floor and you kicked it a few meters away. Again, his hands ghosted under your dress and found your center. You felt like your knees would buckle from the way he rubbed small circles on your clit. Moaning quietly, you wrapped your arms around his neck for support, leaning your forehead against his chest for a moment. You let out small huffs and whimpers against his skin and nuzzled especially close to him when he touched that one special spot for a few seconds.

“Look at me.” He watched intently as your eyelids fluttered like your eyes were going to roll to the back of your head. You tried your best.

“Put your hands on the table by your sides,” he said. You hummed in disapproval but didn’t dare say so. After all, he could have also told you to put them on your back. And holding on to a wooden edge was still better than not holding on to anything, when you felt like a child standing on its feet for the first time. When he hooked his free hand under your thigh, lifting up your leg a little, your grip on the table tightened. You swore under your breath when he plunged two of his fingers into you. He curled them, pushing hard against your sweet spot and you curled your back in response.

All day you had gone without any sort of attention, when your head had been so full of things you knew you could do with him. The most release you had gotten – which was basically no release at all – was from pushing your legs together tightly when the dirty thoughts had become too much for your brain to handle. You knew it was your own fault for setting yourself up with this challenge. But now with your chest heaving and your head feeling like a tsunami of emotions was raging inside of it, you didn’t regret it as much as you thought you would two hours ago. Maybe you should play this waiting game more often, instead of jumping onto each other any chance you got.

“You look so hot like this,” he said. At the sound of his voice your eyes opened. Those eyes. While they usually held loyalty and playfulness, they now only spoke of authority. He used his thumb to rub your clit whilst his fingers were still inside of you, making you feel like floating. You were his favorite sight, by far. Above all times he watched you, from waking up in the morning to falling asleep in his arms at night, right now was the most mesmerizing. Your parted lips were the entrance to heaven and the glow in your teary, desperate eyes was putting the evening sun to shame.

“I’m so close,” you moaned. Your chest was alternating between short puffs and not breathing at all. Maybe your brain was too focused on the bliss you were chasing to care about breathing for now. You couldn’t blame yourself.

“Don’t make a mess, baby,” he said.

“No, I won’t,” you said. “Can I touch you when I come, please?”

You gave him your most entreating eyes, knowing that even though he liked telling you what to do in the bedroom, not even the strictest boyfriend was immune to your puppy eyes. You suspected that if he had declined, you might have held on to him anyways. Too overpowering was the clamor inside your head that was telling you to be close to him.

“Only when you’re coming,” he said. “Not a second earlier.”

You nodded obediently as your eyes shut again. Good thing you were mere moments away from just that. His fingers moved quickly, now that he knew how close you were to your high. It robbed your breath all at once. And it did the job, after a short while. You whined and arched your back, your hands flinging around his shoulders. Your little noises came out muffled against his skin as you closed your legs around his hand. He barely moved his fingers anymore, but kept the pressure on your most sensitive spots, making sure you could relish in every last second of your orgasm. Only after a while your grip on him loosened, and you realized how your nails had been digging into his skin.

“Sorry,” you said, rubbing over the moon-shaped marks on his shoulder. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, baby,” he said. When he removed his hand, you shuddered one last time, but missed his touch already. His magic was always working on you. Even when he had just made you come, the mere sight of the bulge in his pants, ready to spring free, made you want to pull him right into your body again.

“You came so fast today,” he said. Softly, he kissed you, but you noticed the hint of hunger that he must had been feeling as you were coming down from your high.

“That’s what you do to me,” you admitted. “Do you think you’re the only one who felt tortured all day long? It was driving me crazy, too.”

“You seemed to have a lot of fun, messing with my head,” he said, smirking.

“You’ll find that it was worth it, after this,” you said. He raised his eyebrows in question. You were already stepping forward, dropping to your knees in front of him. Like a child on Christmas morning, his eyes lit up at the sight of you.

“Aren’t you the prettiest maid?” he asked, the question obviously rhetorical. To him, you were the prettiest person in the whole universe. You tugged on his pants and pulled them down, along with his underwear. Your mouth watered at the sight of his member, hard and red from all the waiting he’d had to endure. The way he looked at you from above made you feel small, but he stroked your hair out of your face gently and you knew this was exactly where you wanted to be right now, and any other day.

“Hands behind your back,” he said. You smiled and did as he said, holding your right wrist with your left hand on your back. He caught on to your reaction right away.

“You don’t even mind, right?” he said. You were already sitting straight, mouth open, your tongue protruding slightly. “You like it when I make it more difficult for you, don’t you?”

You only nodded and hummed a small yes, then he placed the tip of his dick on your tongue. At first, you only closed your mouth around it, not taking more of him. Your tongue licked over the swollen tip almost shyly. He groaned as he watched you test the waters. After all, he was the one who could control what you did to him. For now, however, he seemed to leave you your freedom to do what you felt like. You pressed your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, licking over the tip ever so slowly. Then, you sunk your mouth further onto his length, taking as much as you could. It was so quiet you only noticed his uneven breathing as he eyed you from above.

“Shit, you’re so good for me,” he said. “Now stop with the teasing, will you? You know what happens if you don’t.”

You knew exactly. And so you shifted from your slow movements to quicker ones. You made sure to keep your tongue on him, especially when you moved your head away, swirling it around the tip now and then. His moans were music to your ears and only motivated you further. You had always loved his voice, when you sang to the song on the car radio or hummed his latest favorite song under the shower. But nothing compared to the way his voice sounded when you sucked him off. He seemed to be the most unrestrained then, not caring who heard him because he was way to obsessed with you sitting by his feet. The way he looked at you then made your stomach turn in pleasure. He didn’t even need to say anything or touch you. His overseeing eyes alone made you want him more than anything else.

His fingers in your hair curled, pushing your head further down on him. You focused on not gagging, your eyes closing. Tears brimmed behind your eyelids, but you were determined not to let them fall. Instead, you opened your lips a little wider and stuck your tongue out to make it easier for him to use your mouth however he desired.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, sighing in relief. You were awaiting treatment a lot rougher than the one he gave you, though. He thrusted into your mouth rather slowly, giving you enough of a break to remember to breathe. When you looked up at him with your sweetest eyes possible, his expression was a mix of strain and pleasure. You suspected he was trying not to overdo it just yet.

“Baby…can I fuck you or is that too much for you?” he asked. You perked up at his request. When you started humming around his length, he pulled away to let you speak.

“Please,” you said. “Fuck me. On the table.”

“Alright, my baby’s making the rules now, is she?” he said. “Come here.”

“I thought that’s where you wanted me to remember you, wasn’t it?” you asked, getting up.

“You’re right,” he said. You sat down on the edge of the office table with your legs parted for him to stand between them. Just once he kissed you. You wanted him to hurry, so you linked your heels behind his back, pulling him closer.

“Take me like a good girl.” He ran his cock over your slick folds, and he groaned when he felt your warmth on him. In response you nodded willingly, unable to wait a second more for him. Luckily, he didn’t plan on dragging out the anticipation any longer. With ease he slid into you, finding a familiar rhythm right away. As if you hadn’t just come ten minutes ago, you whimpered pathetically at the satisfaction. You leaned your weight onto your hands behind you, watching his cock enter you over and over. There was no limit to how many times you could have him inside of you. Every time it felt the same. Like he was completing you, all whilst simultaneously ruining you. His thrusts were sharp and as you raised your legs and changed the angle slightly, your eyes rolled back for a moment.

“Harder,” you asked, even though you were already overwhelmed.

“You want more?” he asked. You hummed a yes and nodded quickly. His grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you closer to the edge of the table. He didn’t disappoint. He never did. Swiftly, he pushed your legs further open and pounded into you, making your body shake every time his hips slapped against yours. It drove you borderline mad. A part of your brain urged you to praise him, to let him know what he was doing to you. But then, those unspoken words between you were inconsequential. You didn’t need to tell him how good he was. He could read it in every part of your body. He saw it in the arch of your back, in your curled toes and in your lip that was captured between your teeth. He heard it in the way you moaned and said his name like he was your savior.

Plus, you would tell him all about it afterward. But that wasn’t what your mind was focused on momentarily. It was the way he hit your sweet spot every time and you could barely breathe normally amidst your whimpers. You hadn’t even introduced yourself to all your neighbors yet, but they most certainly had taken notice of your arrival in the new apartment.

“Can you use your hands for me?” he asked. “Show me touching yourself, baby.”

His words and the look of dominance in his eyes was all it took, and without second thought your hands went to your center. You sucked in a breath at the added pleasure. It was almost too much at first, but then you let it all in. Like a wave was crashing over you, your eyes closed, and you hummed from the intensity.

“That’s it. Make yourself come again,” he said. “You can do it again.”

“Yes,” you said, almost breathed with the weakest voice. Your body had other things to focus on at that moment, letting your vocal chords do whatever they felt like. You clenched your walls around him and the knot in your stomach tightened with every little circle you drew on your clit. His usually tender eyes were everything but that as he watched you revel in the pleasure.

“So fucking hot,” he groaned. You tried hard to uphold eye-contact through fluttering eyelids and furrowed brows. “Good girl, keep going. Tell me when you’re coming.”

You hummed a yes as one of his hands cupped the side of your neck, the other remaining on your hips so he could push your body against his own with every thrust. After all this time of being with him you knew what it meant when his moans became higher pitched and he seemed to not realize his mean grip on your skin – not that you minded. You loved seeing the marks he left on you, especially when you had nowhere to be the next days. It always made him hungry, when he saw the dark spots on your skin, like a fading memory of what you had done.

A curse fell from his perfect lips and his thrusts turned sloppy as he came inside of you. His face, all twisted in bliss and from exhaustion, was all you needed.

“Stay inside of me. Just for a little while, please,” you plead, fingers on your clit rubbing at the quickest speed you could muster. “I’ll come if you stay.”

“I’m right here,” he said, slowing his actions until he was just filling you up, but now moving anymore. “It’s okay. Come for me.”

Just having him there, stretching out your walls and making you feel so close to him was all you really needed. And his words of affirmation sent you over the edge in no time. It was a toe-curling, mind-bending surge that overcame you at your release. Stars danced delightfully behind your closed eyelids while you tried to process all of it. He gripped your hand that was touching your clit and pressed it down, urging you to go on for a little while longer. You whined in sensitivity, feeling like your legs would give in, even though you were already sitting down. For just another while, he dragged out your orgasm as you struggled to control your overwhelmed senses. He distracted you by bending forward and letting his lips graze yours.

“You did so good,” he said. “My pretty maid.”

You whimpered and then sighed when he finally lifted your hand away from between your legs. Only then you could scrape together some words.

“We both did good today,” you grinned. “And I mean not only the last half hour.”

“Agreed,” he said. “Tomorrow we could tackle those last boxes in the kitchen. What do you think?”

“Can the maid outfit make another appearance?” you asked.

“I was hoping it might,” he said, kissing you softly. Your tired limbs and mind welcomed his gentleness as your hands went to his hair. You could already guess how the next day would go, then. But truth be told, you didn’t mind it one bit.

Incoming: Elite Chatboy (pt. 2)

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→ pairing: sex chat boy jungkook x reader

→ genre: text au (smau without the social media), smut

→ scenario: welcome to Elite Chatroom, a sex chat company with a wide variety of services such as text messaging, phone call, and video chat. you signed up online for the most basic text service plan not knowing what to expect, but you certainly didn’t think you’d end up actually liking the man behind the screen.

→ warning: sexting, professional dom jungkook, teasing bratty sub reader, crack humor amidst explicit dirty talk, mutual masturbation, degradation, praise kink, edging, fist fucking. mentions of: size kink, nipple play, breast worship, spitting, light impact kink, creampie, light dacryphilia, light pain kink.

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♡ AO3 List ♡

Here's the list of my favourite jungkook fics on ao3 I love these fics and these authors ♡ I'll update it when I find more if you have any of your own recommendations feel free to tell me I would love to hear them ♡ some contain smut so no minors allowed

s- smut a- angst f- fluff

Chewie & choco boy by rookiegukie f a

growing pains by univsa (@diortae ) f s a

an abundance of mondays by univsa (@diortae ) f s a

half a heart without you by blaqandwhite f a

we made these memories for ourselves by seraphicserendipity f a

show me your scars by lollarissa f a

Rain by nijoon

your eyes tell by njkbangtan (on tumblr too @njkbangtan )

it's complicated by TAE_REE s a ↬(ex boyfriend taehyung jk's his younger brother and things get complicated)

superblood wolfmoon (prologue) | jjk

↣ pairing: alpha!jungkook x alpha!reader

↣ genre: angst, smut, werewolf!au

↣ rating: +18

↣ word count: 994

↣ chapter warnings: none

↣ playlist: bad moon rising - credence clearwater revival // eclipse - pink floyd // hysteria - muse // even flow - pearl jam

↣ summary: Strange images of bright red eyes haunt Jungkook's dreams, the restless feeling of something far greater looming on the horizon. He can't quite figure out what they mean, much less know who the eyes belong to, and why he feels like he's seen them before.

↣ notes: my first fantasy fic!! pls keep in mind that the inner workings of this world are based off of a/b/o and omegaverse tropes, but tweaked a bit to fit the premise of the story and the universe I've created. beta read by @thejooncrew. also this is my entry to this month's worldbuilding workshop by @btscreatorscorner

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Breathe in, breathe out.

Jungkook stomped his paws on the dirt as he ran. He could hear the crunch of dead leaves as he trod past, but now was no time to dwell on the little things -- he was being chased.

Chased by who?

He didn’t know. All he could feel was a lump in his throat, a burning sensation in his lungs. He’d been running for god knows how long, and no matter each turn he took, the view still was the same: the same dead trees over and over again, the same dry leaves on the ground, the same roots twisting under the tree trunks, like he was running on an infinite treadmill with no end in sight.

The sky was clear, and the sun setting on the horizon. The faster night fell, the colder it got. No matter how many autumns and winters passed, Jungkook could still not get used to the death of the forest, of the trees. He wanted his landscape to be evergreen, he wanted peace and quiet, he wanted the chirping of birds as he walked past, he wanted the shade the trees gave him.

But all that is must come to an end somehow.

Dread settled in his stomach, coursing through his veins. He ran faster. He was sure something was after him, but he wasn’t sure what. The stress of uncertainty scared him.

But I am an Alpha, he thought, Alphas can’t afford to be afraid.

He tried to shake the bad thoughts away. He was in danger, and he wouldn’t get out of this situation by whining about who he was. Winter is coming, and he needed to get out of this forest before night fell.

At some point, after much running, the leaves turned green, and the trees alive -- he reached a small clearing within the forest. The thick foliage separated this patch of land from the rest of the forest, with lush green grass, wildflowers, and a small pond right at the center. Moonlight graciously fell around the clearing uninterrupted, reflecting off of the clear pond and illuminating the space. He could make out a couple of fireflies swirling around as well.

Like the flip of a switch, Jungkook felt safe. As if all the weight he’d been carrying had been lifted off his shoulders. It might’ve been the peaceful aura coming from the clearing, but Jungkook wasn’t sure at all. What he knew was that, in here, he was safe from whatever was chasing him, and nothing could ever touch him.

He swallowed and felt his throat dry, so he walked closer to the pond. He could see the moon reflected clearly on the crystalline water -- providing him with a sense of calm and tranquility. And so, he drank from the pond.

Then, the snap of a twig alerted him. Something else is out there. And the feeling of dread returned tenfold. His instincts screamed at him to run, to get the hell out of there, but he soon found his paws to be rooted onto the ground, and he was rendered immobile.

Fear sent shivers down his spine. He was not alone, and whoever was out there was coming to get him. He somehow couldn’t see past the bushes and the trees that lined the limits of the clearing, as it was all dark and cold, but he could hear everything, from the crunch of dead leaves to the pace of another set of paws, to the snap of several twigs.

Another wolf had its sights on him. There was no wind, so he could make out its scent, they were too far away for him to know. Maybe it could’ve been a normal wolf, or a werewolf, one of his kind. But what was a lone werewolf doing in his territory?

The wolf circled the clearing while staying out of sight. He wasn’t sure the other wolf was aware he could sense their presence, but the rhythm of their steps told him that they were a predator, and he was their prey.

Jungkook felt fear like he’d never experienced. His heart throbbed wildly, and no matter how much he wanted to move, he was still rooted to the ground, unmoving, unwilling.

The sounds stopped, and everything turned to silence. There was no breeze, no sound other than the chirping of insects around him. Suspicious. His ears twitched, he tried detecting any other sound, any indication that the wolf was still out there, but nothing. Could they have disappeared? How was that even possible?

Could the wolf be waiting for him to think he was safe from the danger, just so they could attack when he least expected it? Or did the wolf just get bored from watching him drink from the pond and left? No, it had to be the first one. He’d usually stay still and wait for his prey to relax so he could go in for the kill.

What an irony for an alpha to become prey.

He tried to check his surroundings, but the fact that he couldn’t see what was beyond the borders of the clearing filled his chest with even more dread. What twisted game was this? Why couldn’t he smell the other wolf? Why couldn’t he see what lied beyond?

He heard the crunch of dead leaves again, this time coming from the front, and his head snapped towards the sound, but he still couldn’t move. He was too terrified to even consider running away and too stubborn to be a coward. What he saw next made his blood run cold.

A pair of bright, red eyes glowed menacingly in the dark, ominously analyzing his every move, never resting, never blinking.

His senses went into overdrive, and his instincts screamed at him to do something, but he just couldn’t budge, not when those dangerous eyes bore into his very soul, waiting until the perfect moment to attack.

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pairings: dr. jeon jungkook x female reader

chapter rating: R-18 | genre: humor, romance, smut (voyeurism, masturbation), swearing

warnings: GET READY FOR SOME ACTIONNNNN 

word count: 1.8k

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Right after you put away your groceries, you take a quick shower and head to bed. Truly, there was nothing better than a refreshing shower after a long day - especially when you know you’re not going to be able to enjoy times like these anymore once you start working. Just then, you recall having to set your alarm early tomorrow because it was your first day, plus the other two wanted to meet up for breakfast before heading to work. 

As you lie on your bed, scrolling through your barely active social media accounts, you hear a soft thud coming from Ayoung’s apartment. Huh, she must be moving stuff - seems strange though that she’s doing it with a potential tenant present. You don’t pay much attention to it though until it happens again and suddenly a faint moan reaches your ears. Your eyes widen, thoughts of all sorts running through your head. You must be mistaken. You should be mistaken. 

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In which your angsty fuck boi of a best friend, Jungkook, has a “serious q”

CW: discussions of oral, baby girl used, Jungkook’s mouth and habit of being bossy

More angsty fuck boi best friend JK found on my blog under the tag afbbfkookie

socia media au - jjk

✨ other members ✨

If I killed someone for you by @firebettercallnct complete fluff, crack summary: after being broken up for three months jungkook decides to text his ex the lyrics of alec benjamin’s song “if i killed someone for you”.

kiss marry kill by firebettercallnct complete fluff, crack summary: in which a game of kiss marry kill gets interesting

access granted by @suhdays complete fluff, angst, university au, roommate au, e2l summary: behind the screen lived a man capable of hacking into any and every system, except for one. no one dared to tackle kim enterprises for the complexity of it was overwhelming, that is until jeongguk was hired to accomplish what others failed to do. he soon learned it wasn’t as easy as he thought. the twist at the end got me shook tbfh lmao

fan identity by @tteokggukk complete e2l, fluff, crack summary: in which you and jungkook are both famous internet celebrities that have never interacted, but share a common secret. you both have fan accounts for each other where you actively show support and express your opinions. one day, you were both nominated for the same award, social media influencer of the year. lowkey rooting for the other, you both express your opinions on your secret fan accounts as certain interactions begin to arise from a famous fan account dedicated to your “opponent” nominee.

cherry pickers by @kimnjss complete fluff, smut, some angst summary: known for your body and surrounded by rumors about your sex life… rumors that he doesn’t think to doubt. until he’s meeting you… forced to realize there’s much more to you then the thonged shorts and lacy costumes.

lava java by @jeonsbananamilk complete fluff, crack, angst (a lil) summary: After graduating high school, instead of attending college Y/N and her best friend Seokjin open a small coffee shop. Their low prices and sweet treats quickly made them very well-known amongst broke college students.

ardent by @gukooky complete fluff, humor, slight angst summary: jungkook’s a barista at your local coffee shop and you fail to remember you went to high school with the guy

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summary: jungkook is a man of mystery and you take him on a date.

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, a shitty relationship, unprotected sex (pls use protection, these two are being foolish) , some choking, grinding, making out, oral

word count: ~6.3k

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts. a big thank you to @cutechim for creating the texts for me lmao<33

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Jungkook remains tight-lipped about what it was he had done over the weekend, when he had gone with Jin and Mina to a tattoo convention a few hours away. They had ended up staying the night there, and while Jungkook wanted to ask you to come with him, he wondered if it was too soon to ask. After all, you were both still enjoying each other’s company at your own sweet pace.

Eventually his little secret gets put on the back burner for the rest of the week. You were supposed to get bubble tea with him on Tuesday, but unfortunately a last minute work issue with your client and your application came up. You’d ended up working late, your eyes screaming in fatigue and went straight to bed that evening. He had understood, of course he did.

On Thursday, he was supposed to grab lunch with you at a cafe that he thought you might like, but this time it was him who had a conflict. His older sister had showed up to the tattoo parlor without any prior notice. She does this every so often, when things aren’t going well with her on again, off again shitty “boyfriend”.

Jungkook had sighed, cancelling on lunch with you to spend time with Jooyeon and comfort her with fried chicken and ice cream. You had sent an understanding thumbs up and a promise to call him later and end up having lunch with your work wife, Kira instead.

Kira who doesn’t fail to point out the glow in your cheeks and your general aura, even though it’s been nearly a week and a half since you saw Jungkook last. You roll your eyes and ignore the flames in your cheeks (and her laughter), and change the subject to your work projects. She tells you about some of the coding issues and compliance issues she’s been having with her software, and you tell her about the hours you’ve been pouring into your application for your client.

It doesn’t bother you that Jungkook hadn’t asked if you wanted to meet his sister. After all, he’d told you bits and pieces about her and her relationship. And in the last few weeks, your relationship has blossomed so beautifully. There was no reason to rush, you think. You’ll meet her hopefully under better circumstances for her.

Jungkook spends most of the evening with Jooyeon, letting her cry herself to sleep in his bed. His sister hardly ever cries like this, with sobs full of pain and hurt because of another man. But it’s been happening too much lately, too many fights and too much of Joo losing herself. It makes Jungkook see red more often than not. He knows what you’d say- that she needs him more than anything else and to not be so impulsive.

He makes sure Joo eats a warm meal before she falls asleep and he shoots you a text:

Jungkook: baby

You: hi

You: everything ok?

Jungkook: no, joo’s bf is a fkin asshole

Jungkook: she’s sleeping

Jungkook: miss u

You: im sorry baby :( can i call you?

He jumps at the chance, the sound of your voice and sight of your pretty face on video call instantly calming him. Jungkook is sure to wear a beanie to hide his surprise for you (but you don’t question it. After all, you’ve seen him in beanies plenty of times before and it’s dim in the apartment.) He moves to the couch, asking softly for you to tell him about your day. You recount every single detail from memory, shifting under your covers to tell him about how you had nearly stumbled down the stairs in front of your manager’s manager because you had missed a step.

It pulls a soft laugh from him.

“Jungkook,” You say quietly, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t even know what to say,” Jungkook sighs, “She’s just… Byung-woo and her have had this on and off thing for years now. He won’t commit to her and she just refuses to see him for what he is. Like, when it’s good, it’s really good. But when it’s bad, it’s awful. I wish she’d fucking see it for herself. I don’t know what to do anymore, baby.”

“Oh, baby,” You murmur, wishing you could hug him, “All you can do is be there for her but be honest with her. She’ll come around soon, hopefully. It’s hard to see past a shitty person sometimes, when all you want is for them to love you.”

“I hope so, too,” Jungkook says, “She’d love you, you know?”

“Who wouldn’t?”

“Don’t get a big head,” Jungkook chuckles, “Maybe you can meet her someday. Under better circumstances, I mean.”

“Really? You want me to meet your older sister?” You ask softly, feeling a little flustered, “That’s serious.”

“I told you, baby,” Jungkook soothes, “I’m serious about you.”

“Yeah. Seriously crazy about me,” You giggle to yourself. You know if Jungkook was with you, he’d flick your forehead.

“It’s true,” He murmurs, “Maybe I can see you this weekend?”

“Yeah, you still have to show me what you did over the weekend! Take care of Jooyeon first,” You reply, “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll drop stuff off, just tell me.”

“I will,” Jungkook promises, “Sleep well, I miss you.”

“Sleep well. I miss you.”

***

Jooyeon ends up leaving on Saturday morning after a lecture from Jungkook and with determined resolve in her eyes. You jump at the chance to take him out tonight, knowing how stressed he’s been the last few days.

You: be ready at 6:30 tn, im taking u out. and dress slutty

Jungkook doesn’t know how to interpret your text when he reads it. He considers asking Mina and Mei what this means, but ultimately leaves it alone. Replying to your message with a quick thumbs up, he busies himself with getting ready to see you (and surprising you, finally after a full week of wanting to show you what he had done.)

Once you parallel park your car (which takes far too long than you’d like to admit), you grab the small bouquet of purple roses that you had gotten for Jungkook and text him saying that you’ll be up in a few minutes.

Taehyung had caught you struggling to parallel park, and had told Jungkook with a snicker. Which earned him a punch to the arm.

There wasn’t a particular reason that you had chosen to get purple roses for him, other than the fact that they reminded you of him. You hope he likes them.

Jungkook hears a soft knock at the door, and can already envision you behind it. He hopes you like his surprise, the one he’s been teasing you for a week about. You had given no hints of what you would be wearing- you had only sent him one selfie that didn’t give much of a hint into your outfit. He has no doubt that you’ll look gorgeous, but still.

Maybe Jungkook’s nerves shouldn’t be this intense, but he can’t help it. He swings the front door open, only to be greeted by you swaying on your feet with your hands held behind your back. His heart throbs when you pull your hands apart and present him with a beautiful bouquet of purple roses.

How ironic.

“Hello,” You say with a small smile, suddenly feeling a little shy and gasping when your eyes land on his hair, “Wow. You weren’t kidding…”

His hair is tied back into a ponytail, but it’s unmistakably elegant and so violet. Two neat pieces of his newly dyed hair fall into his face effortlessly, but then your gaze reaches the piercing on his left eyebrow. Your lips remain parted in surprise and without thinking, you reach up to touch his hair. It’s still soft, as it always is.

“Come in, baby,” Jungkook says, taking the roses from you, “You must really like me, huh? Got me flowers and everything?”

“Shut up,” You mutter, cheeks heating up, “Don’t get a big head.”

Jungkook only grins wolfishly at you and winks at you, eyes unashamedly glued to your ass. You roll your eyes, and swat his shoulder as you watch him put the rose in a vase and place it in the center of the dining table.

This isn’t the first time you’ve been in his shared apartment (that he lives with Taehyung and Jimin in) but you somehow feel shy in his presence again, as if it was the first time. The first time you had been here with him had been the first time you had spent the night at his apartment several weeks ago, after a night out with your friends.

You let your gaze wander, curious eyes settling on the subtle matching of the furniture and the cleanliness of the apartment. There’s not a stray speck of dust in sight, but maybe you’re distracting yourself from addressing the pretty purple of his hair. Your mouth is dry, and you’re probably drooling a little. You wonder if Jungkook prepared for this, the same way you did (in that you had washed your car, cleaned every inch of it and gotten a new car freshener).

A faint scent of fresh laundry and lavender sits in the spaces of his home. It calms you and gives you the boost to turn your eyes to him.

“Thanks for the roses, baby,” Jungkook says, giving you a smile and starry eyes. He pulls you into his arms, your back against the counter. “Surprise. Do you like it?”

“Uh,” You mumble, brain deciding to short-circuit with the way he looks at you. His smile turns into a smirk, deciding to further render you speechless by pressing himself closer to you and cradling your neck. He’s careful not to touch your face. He doesn’t want to mess your makeup up terribly, at least not yet.

“I know you like my hair. Your face says it all, baby,” Jungkook continues and ducks his head for a quick kiss, “You’re pretty.” He does quite like this dress, light blue and dotted in small flowers with thin straps. His eyes are instantly drawn to the drawstring at the center of your chest and he quells the urge to pull at it.

Jungkook’s mouth waters when he sees the side split of the dress but you want more from him immediately, but he pulls away to your chagrin. Even with the simple kiss, the burgundy color of your lipstick stains his plump bottom lip.

You shiver. It appears that he tried to take your words via text to heart- to dress slutty. He’s wearing a loose animal print button up, with the top three buttons undone. It gives you a delectable view of his pecs, his collarbones and a hint of the tattoo on his right side. As if you weren’t already weak in the knees for him as it was, he wears a black coat and tight, leather pants.

Jungkook pulls it off, like he pulls everything off and the purple hair blends seamlessly with his look. Tonight, he’d opted for two silver hoops in each ear and a thin silver necklace to match.

Your knees are weak, they’ve been weak since you had seen him in this offensive outfit and his hair, his new piercing that was clearly an attack on your entire existence.

The purple hair. The piercing. He’ll be the death of you tonight, you know it. Your legs are wobbly, panties already probably a little wet just from seeing him and from a few of his kisses. But you can’t help it. Without thinking, you press your lips to his, drawing your tongue into his mouth eagerly. You are so hungry, so eager to devour him and drink up anything that he offers you. Jungkook tugs you closer to him lightly by your waist but-

“Seriously? Right in front of my dinner?” Comes an amused voice from behind Jungkook and you nearly screech at the familiar sound of Jimin’s voice.

“I- I didn’t-You-” You stammer, feeling your face heat up to a degree that it’s definitely never heated up to before. You hide behind Jungkook to fix your surely wrecked lipstick. You’re certain his own lips are probably comically smudged with your lipstick as well. “Sorry Jimin, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know, we’ll leave-”

Jungkook only rolls his eyes at Jimin’s wide smirk and knowing eyes. He hears you scolding Jungkook for not telling him that anyone was home, to which he promptly responds “well, you didn’t ask!”

Despite the very natural and easy flow of conversation between you and Jungkook in your car, you still feel overheated and jumpy, your fingers incessantly tapping on the steering wheel. It’s not Jungkook, it’s you and your own nerves. It’s not the first time you’ve gone out to dinner with him and it’s certainly not the first time you’ve had him in your car. If Jungkook notices, he says nothing.

“Where are we going, baby?” Jungkook asks, looking at you. You don’t meet his eyes, choosing instead to focus on the road despite being at a red light.

“Umm, that place you mentioned the other day. The one we talked about trying together,” You say softly. Jungkook can only wonder why you’re a little quiet, but he thinks he knows. You slip into your head so easily and he doesn’t mind gently tugging you out of your thought cloud and into reality with him.

“Can you help me park,” You mumble sheepishly, “I get nervous parking in such tight spaces.”

“Yeah, pull over here before it’s impossible to,” Jungkook murmurs. You nod and do so, hopping out of the driver’s seat to switch places with him. But before you can get in the passenger’s seat, Jungkook grips your wrist loosely. You look at him curiously, with wide eyes and he drops a kiss to your lips, swallowing your surprise.

“You’re so pretty,” Jungkook murmurs, “So fucking pretty, baby. I love this dress on you.” You preen at his praise, leaning forward for another kiss with a shy smile. He subtly squeezes your left tit before letting his hand travel downward.

“You look really good, Jungkook,” You murmur before he kisses you, “I-I really, really like it. A lot.”

He gently caresses your thigh from under your dress, the heat of his hand shooting straight up your core. Jungkook slips his tongue into your mouth quickly, coaxing your endearing nervousness away. As if you both aren’t pulled over to the side of the street where cars are passing you by (and surely wondering why you both were making out like this in public).

“Are we gonna be those people who have a roadside quickie,” You laugh, gently pushing his shoulder when you pull away.

“Roadside quickie? Get your mind out of the gutter,” Jungkook says but his lips twist into a wicked smirk, “But hey, if you wanna give me road head, I’m not going to complain about it-”

“Ha, you would be so lucky,” You scoff, feeling your nerves beginning to ease out of you, “C’mon, our reservation is soon. And then we can talk about road head.”

Dinner goes perfectly and after a glass of wine you feel those inexplicable nerves wash away. What did you have to be nervous for anyway? It was Jungkook- Jungkook who you’ve known for years. Your friend before any of this. He asks you about work, how your application is going-

“Your client sounds pretty demanding,” Jungkook muses, “You keeping up with it okay?”

“Yeah, but I’m not even an application engineer so I’m just learning as I go. My true roots are data and data science but I get to see all of it. Which is cool. But also time consuming, like the other evening, I had to read up on the compliance regulations. But my favorite thing is creating modeling and programs for this app, it’s really cool because it’s healthcare specific. So I’m learning about that sector as well, it’s mostly python but we’ve been doing testing with different healthcare providers in the area and they’re all responding really well to it-” You’re rambling, you know it, but your passion for your career knows no bounds and Jungkook makes no move to stop you. He only smiles at you, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching, gesturing for you to continue.

It’s funny. Not even a few months ago, you would have cut yourself off from your own rambling. In an attempt to convince yourself that the other person didn’t need to hear about it. Maybe that was Sora’s subconscious influence on you. Today, you don’t think twice about it, glowing and shimmering under the dim, blue lights of the restaurant as you tell Jungkook more about your job.

He makes your heart race and he’s sitting right in front of you. Your chin is in your hands as you listen to the pretty words slipping out of his lips. He’s so dreamy, and you struggle to not let your gaze stray from his eyes and linger on his exposed tattoos and chest. You don’t even know where to look, deciding to settle on the way his newly purple locks fall to his forehead just perfectly.

“What do you wanna eat for dessert?” You murmur, looking at the menu and cautiously allowing your foot to brush against his.

In hindsight, you should’ve seen it coming-

“You,” Jungkook says easily, as if he’s talking about the weather.

“Corny,” You roll your eyes, but nudge his foot again. You end up deciding on sharing a slice of decadent, chocolate mousse cake. Which Jungkook ends up finishing off when you satisfy your sweet tooth after a few big bites.

He leans over without a second thought, thumbing away stray cream from the corner of your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick the tip of his thumb and he looks at you with wide eyes before grinning roguishly.

“Wanna get outta here, baby?”

“Should I take you home, Jungkook?” You ask, finding the courage somewhere in the remnants of the glass of wine currently evaporating from your system to take his hand in your lap once you’re both settled in your car.

“Do you want to take me home?” Jungkook asks with a quirked eyebrow.

“I have some wine I think you’d like at my place. I just got it,” You say a little breathlessly, “And I have to inspect something, I might need your help.” Jungkook laughs, a little derisively and you pout.

“You don’t have to bribe me with wine, baby. You know I would’ve been down regardless,” Jungkook says, squeezing your hand, “What do you need to inspect? Do you have a leak or something?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a leak alright,” You say under your breath, thinking about the growing wetness in your panties, “My man just showed up here with purple hair and an eyebrow piercing, looking like a damn model after one whole week. I have to inspect him.”

“Oh, is that so? In that case, I would love to be your lab rat. Besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen the inside of your bedroom before-”

“Who said you’d get that far?”

“I already did, baby. Did you forget?” Jungkook’s smirk widens, eyes sparkling with mischief. He gently cups your face, thumb on your chin and hovers just over your lips. You think he’s about to kiss you, so you close your eyes in anticipation of his lips on yours.

But it never comes. Instead, his breath fans over your cheeks and he lets out a low laugh. “I sure didn’t forget, and I know you didn’t either.”

You roll your eyes and swat his hand away, ignoring (but letting out a smile) when he chuckles. You decide to hold his hand for as much of the drive back home you can.

Jungkook’s hands are on your hips even as you’re fumbling with the keys to your front door. He’s a distraction, his warm heat plastered against your back and the simple act of opening your damn door feels like too much of a chore. When Jungkook’s lips glaze over the back of your neck, his fingers roaming your waist, it’s difficult for you to focus.

So Jungkook scoffs and turns the key for you. “Can’t open the door, baby?” Jungkook taunts and you level him with a glare.

“It’s not my fault you can’t keep your hands to yourself in front of my door!”

“You like it,” Jungkook says, shutting the door behind him and hugging you as you try to walk away from him to wash up. You escape his grip with a giggle and lock yourself in your bathroom, while Jungkook waits with a disgruntled pout.

When you come out, you head into the kitchen to pour out two glasses of wine and bring some snacks out. You’re not particularly hungry, though you wouldn’t mind eating and you’re sure Jungkook wouldn’t mind either.

Your train of thought is of course interrupted by the man himself and he wraps his arms around you from behind, pushing you into the counter. One might say that Jungkook is being clingy, but you know this is how he shows his affections. Through physical touch more than anything else. And you quite like it, you like the reassurance of his body close to yours. It’s what you’ve always wanted and never known that you needed.

“Missed you,” He breathes into your hair. Even if he’s been with you for the last few hours… You understand him. It feels like you’re both making up for lost time. For time that you could’ve spent together, rather than apart.

“Me too,” You murmur, “Can you take this to the couch, honey? I’ll bring the glasses and the wine.”

Jungkook hums and kisses your temple, squeezing your ass before heeding your soft demand. You sit next to him, thighs touching, and pour out a glass for both of you to enjoy. You lean against his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his bicep and turn the television on. But neither of you are really paying attention.

“Hey,” Jungkook murmurs, “I had a good time tonight, baby.”

“Don’t I know it,” You say smugly, “It’s not everyday a pretty girl takes you out for din-” He cuts your words off by pulling you into his lap, somehow not spilling even a single drop of wine in the movement. You would’ve killed him if even a hint of a wine stain appeared on your velvet couch.

You press your hand into his shoulder, the hint of his tattoo and the glint of his piercing catching your eye. You swirl your glass of wine with your other hand. “What a precarious position to be in,” You say dryly, even grinding your hips into his playfully. He gives you a look, and stills your movements with one hand on your waist. Jungkook sets his glass on the coffee table behind you and cradles your neck, pulling you down for a sharp kiss. It’s almost desperate and needy, nothing like his kisses from before.

You slip your tongue into his honeyed mouth, tasting seeds of his desperation with your tongue. But then, you remember your wine glass and pull away from his lips with a lewd smack to reach behind you and place it on the coffee table as well.

“So pretty,” Jungkook moans, pushing the straps of your dress to the side and dotting your shoulders in wine-stained kisses, “Pretty girl, my pretty baby-”

You tilt his cheek towards you for a kiss, whining into his mouth at his praise. It shoots down your spine in a delicious hum and his hands roaming the expanse of your back makes you feel warm and powerful.

The way your hips move in time with his, the way you fit into the crevices of his thighs and his chest- he just wants to give you everything. He wants to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Jungkook will give you everything, if you let him.

“And what about you?” You rasp with swollen lips and wild eyes when you finally pull away. You press your fingers into the exposed, inky part of his chest, where his shirt is unbuttoned for your eyes. “You look so fucking good all the time, but-but I told you to dress slutty and you did this for me, huh? You did this for me, bunny?”

Jungkook’s cock jumps in his tight pants and his throat goes dry. Your eyes are devious, filled with mischief and sin and he gives himself to you fully and wholly.

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods eagerly, “Yeah, I wanted to look nice for you, baby.”

“A-and your hair,” You mumble, feeling a little lovesick, “I love it, I love it, I love it-I just wanna- wanna make you feel good. Can I do that, bunny? Make you feel good?”

Jungkook nods with wide, doe eyes, wondering how the tables were turned so quickly.

“Take me to my bedroom,” You demand softly. The glasses of wine and snacks on the tray are left forgotten as Jungkook easily scoops you up in his arms. Even with your lips soft and slow against his neck, he somehow makes it to your bed.

It’s definitely not the first time you’ve had Jungkook in your bed (or that you’ve been in his bed). It’s not the first time you’ve peeled his shirt off meticulously and licked your way down his chest, to unbutton his tight pants. It’s not the first time he’s seen you on your knees on your bed (to alleviate the strain on your knees if you were on the floor).

By now, the shock of your impatience has worn off. Jungkook frequently reminds you to slow down, that you both have nowhere to be except with each other.

It looks like his pants are glued to his legs, and while you can appreciate the visual, you want to appreciate the real thing. You groan in frustration and Jungkook does the work for you, pushing the offending fabric away and breathing a sigh of relief. You crawl closer to him, nails featherlight against his taut thighs.

He’s golden, his body taut and spilling with swirls of color in the divots of his muscles. Your mouth waters.

But Jungkook moves your hands away when you start inching closer, wanting to palm his cock. He joins you on the bed, pushing your back to the bed and hiking the skirt of your dress up to your hips. His hands are tight and warm and welcome on your hips, a flare of desire shooting down your spine and straight to your pussy. You buck your hips up towards him with a pout but he only squeezes.

“What did I tell you,” Jungkook murmurs, swatting your thigh lightly.

“You’ll have to remind me,” You breathe.

“Told you to slow down, baby,” Jungkook says, letting his fingers trail up your thighs and slip under your panties. His hand is warm in contrast to the rings on his fingers. They do little to cool your skin, though. “Impatient girl.”

“You say that like a bad thing-”

“And you talk so fucking much,” Jungkook drawls, hovering over you and dropping his weight on top of you, nudging your cheek to kiss you. You reach upwards to thread your hands through his hair but he’s quick, so much quicker than you. Jungkook pins your wrists with just one hand, and the mere action, the mere display of strength has you sighing and your pussy fluttering.

“Lift your hips,” Jungkook says thickly, and you do so immediately. It’s easy for him to pull your black lace panties off to the side. But before he does so he gives you a small smile of approval, knowing that you wore them specifically for him to see.

“I really do love this dress, baby,” He says, “Makes your tits and your ass look amazing.”

“Take it off, then. And see the goods up close,” You say, wiggling against his grip.

“I will,” Jungkook says lazily, “Don’t you worry your pretty head about it.” Without a single warning, he lifts you up easily into his lap. Your bare pussy brushes against his bare cock deliciously, your hips moving of their own accord. He stills you again, and carefully unzips your dress and pulls it off of you. His fingers on you are soft but firm, leaving your head spinning and hazy.

You haven’t even had his cock yet, and you’re about ready to combust. Jungkook pushes you on the bed, your tits bouncing with the force of your back hitting the mattress and hovers over you. You pull at his hair a little impatiently and he groans, the sound reverberating across the walls only to ring in your head. You want to hear it again, and again and again.

“Jungkook,” You whine, “Please, bunny, do something. Look at me, look at my pussy, come clean me up-”

“So needy,” Jungkook murmurs and ignores you in favor of kissing your tits, rubbing your nipples with his fingers, “‘M needy for you too, baby.”

“You’re so hard, so big,” You babble, “Please, want your cock, baby.”

Impatient. Jungkook kisses your chest, your belly, your hips and makes you cum on his tongue twice (while you tear up and cry a little bit, gripping his purple locks fiercely and holding onto his shoulder) before letting you stroke his cock. You’re about to push him on his back to blow him with determined eyes, but he stops you.

It appears he’s impatient too, and he wants to see you cream his cock before cumming all over your tits (which has become his favorite place to).

“Jungkook,” You breathe sharply, “There, baby, right there-” You cut yourself off with a groan, stilling your hips and pushing his face into your chest. Jungkook’s groans are muffled against your tits, but you feel the wetness of his lips and the warmth of his tongue over your nipples.

“Shit,” You mumble, “Feels so good-”

“So pretty, baby,” Jungkook coos, pulling away from your tits to look up at you with lust in his eyes, “I’m yours, all yours-”

You groan, bouncing on his cock even harder as a flare of possessiveness flashes across your belly. “Move back,” You say softly, “Lay down. I’m gonna ride you so good, baby.”

Jungkook barely has a chance to catch his breath before your nails are on his chest, trying to hold yourself steady as you push yourself down onto his cock, pulling a deep moan of your name from his lips. His hands are tight on your hips, watching with wide eyes- he doesn’t know where to look, what to do.

He squeezes when one of your hands drifts over his and rests on top of his hand.

“I’m yours, I’m yours,” Jungkook mumbles, “Whatever you want baby, I’m yours-”

“You talk so much,” You say hoarsely, with a wicked smile, “It’s cute.” Your free hand floats upward, resting loosely at the base of his neck. His gold chain is cold against his heated skin but all he can focus on is the glide of your hand over his neck.

His cock twitches inside you and your smile widens. “Is this okay?” You whisper, “This okay, bunny?”

“Harder,” Jungkook groans, “Fuck, harder, baby.”

“Like this?” You ask innocently, closing your hand around the sensitive spots of his neck. His pretty eyes flutter as he nods, a quiet moan slipping out into the air.

“You’re pretty like this,” You say softly, “Shit, you’re pretty like this…”

He lets out a choked laugh at that. You lean forward, pressing your lips to his hastily. Jungkook thrusts upward, hips meeting your ass but your hand doesn’t leave his neck. Not just yet. You breathe into his mouth, allowing him to swallow your soft whimpers.

You wet your lips with a loud smack and cradle his cheek gently. Jungkook is mesmerized by the heat in your eyes, smoldering and burning through his skin. You let your fingers glide over your clit, gathering wetness and before Jungkook can ask what you're doing-

“Open,” You mumble hoarsely, “Open, bunny.”

Pushing a finger past his chapped lips, you gasp at the sight of him below you with your fingers in his mouth.

You could cum just from watching him. His tongue swirls over your finger before sucking lightly with a pretty flush covering his cheeks. Your eyes widen, another gasp brushing over his cheeks.

“Fuck,” You mumble dreamily, “You’re so good, bunny.”

Your body is burning, jaw slack and the feeling of Jungkook’s bare cock inside of you almost too much to handle. It was wildly irresponsible- he wasn’t wearing a condom and you weren’t on birth control, and it was a conversation for later. But you can’t think, not when it feels this good, not when you’ve had a taste of his cock in this way. Besides, he always pulls out just in time. But still, you both should know better.

“Oh, Jungkook,” You whine, “‘m close, I’m so fucking close, make me cum, bunny-”

“Baby,” Jungkook rasps, “My pretty baby looks so good on my cock like this. My smart, kind, b-beautiful girl, my angel-”

Tears prick your eyes- it’s easy for you to become overwhelmed like this. You tug your hands away and thread your fingers through his, dipping your head for a kiss.

“You like that, angel? You like being mine?” Jungkook murmurs, slowing your hips so he can take over. But he knows you’re close.

“Only yours,” You mumble. Jungkook pulls you into his chest swiftly and flips you so that you’re on your back. He places your legs over his shoulders and brackets your head with his forearms, his necklace just above your nose and his hair tickling your face. But you're mesmerized by the determination and adoration in his eyes.

“Jungkook,” You murmur brokenly, “O-oh, y-yeah, baby, there, mmmf-” You squeeze his biceps with a gasp, watching his face closely. Pushing his hair behind his ears, you cradle his cheek and pull him down for a sweet, long kiss.

His fingers dance across your thighs and rub your clit in slow circles and murmuring soft words of praise in your ear. You’re vaguely aware that your body erupts in a tidal wave of flames, warming you from inside out. You don’t hear anything except for your cries of his name, you don’t see anything but him through your blurry eyes.

“Baby,” Jungkook says through clenched teeth, “O-open your mouth, baby. Fuck, baby, this pussy- I’m gonna cum, baby, fuck-”

You open your mouth with hooded eyes and your tongue lolling out and Jungkook pulls out of you abruptly with a series of curses. He’s not fast enough to get all of his cum in your mouth, some of it landing on your cheek. You swallow his cum with a dopey smile and open your arms for him to bury his face in your tits.

“Fuck, baby,” Jungkook says breathlessly, rolling off of you and pulling you into his side, “This pussy’s gonna be the death of me. Where’d you learn to ride dick like that, huh?”

“I’ll never tell,” You mumble, “Gimme a kiss.”

And so he does, tasting himself on your lips. He kisses you nice and slow, just how you both like after a night like this. Eventually he cleans you up and you do the same for him.

Under the covers with only the shared warmth between your sheets to keep you company, you rest your head on Jungkook’s bicep and look up at him. Your fingers continue tracing patterns on his chest, tracing the swirls and curves of ink as they appear.

Jungkook dips his head to nudge your nose and you softly laugh as his hair falls into your face. “What are you thinking about, baby?” He murmurs, lazily draping an arm over you. By now, you’ve realized that Jungkook is possibly the most vulnerable with you in moments like this. When you’re both bare and basking in a post-sex haze.

That’s not to say that he’s not vulnerable at other times. But it’s just different like this.

You take his hand and thread your fingers through his. His fingers are bare, as you had taken his rings off and they’re currently sitting in your jewelry dish on your dresser.

“We just,” You murmur, “We spent so long being apart. When we should’ve been together. All because I…”

“Stop,” Jungkook says firmly but gently, “Don’t do that. You’re where you’re supposed to be. We’re where we’re supposed to be.”

“But we wasted so much time not being together because of me,” You mumble forlornly, feeling your throat getting a little dry, “Because I listened to Sora and didn’t-”

“Oh, baby,” Jungkook says, pulling you in for a hug and a forehead kiss, “That’s not true at all. We’re together now, and we both had some growing to do. That’s what matters.”

“Okay,” You reply in a strained voice. You don’t quite sound like you believe him, and Jungkook makes a mental note of that. “Do you feel like… we have lost time to make up for?”

“Do you feel like that?” Jungkook counters, making your heart skip a beat, “Because I don’t. I know it’s hard, baby, but you can’t beat yourself up for that. It’s in the past, baby. Forgive yourself. There’s nothing to race against, it’s just me and you.”

“I’ll try,” You say a little meekly. Jungkook nods and pulls you in for a soft kiss, one that has your toes curling and your belly flipping. He shifts so that you’re tucked into his side, surrounded by him and his hands on your skin. He kisses you until your previous thoughts don’t feel so loud in your head, he whispers to you and pulls sweet laughs from your throat until you can detach from the strange cloud that had suddenly appeared.

He’s your safe place.

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Just Us | jjk

↬summary : Dark times have come, living in a werewolf pack as only human is a potential suicide, what a shame there is no where for you to go. Only way to finally see what it means to be free, taste a bit of that forbidden fruit is to run, run till your eyes can’t see, your legs do not belong to you anymore, your breath pricks every second, run till you no longer see those beautiful beasts. There never was a chance, so when the news comes that the golden wolf is supposed to visit, you do not think twice. Bloody hands snatching every possibility, so what if it’s not enough, the golden eyes soon the only thing you can see. ↳ part of the Blood Moon series

↬genre : Werewolf au! supernatural au!, vampie au, royal au, mates au!, soulmates au!, angst, smut, sluff

↬ pairing : Jungkook x reader (ft. ot7)

↬ ratings : 18+ NSFW

↬ warnings : a lot of angst like a lot, reader is kind of bullied by own family, toxic beliefs, discrimination, reader is a small pea that just wants to be loved, mentions of depression, gore, blood, descriptions of violence, rituals, mentions of sexual assault, smut, jungkook is an old being in this one so he can be kinda wieird but in a hot way, werewolf stuff, animalistic beliefs and acts, vampire stuff, to be add...

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angel's trumpet by hansolmates complete angst, fluff, alternate universes, idol au 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.

popular-ish by hansolmates complete fwb2l, smut, angst summary; you are way out of jungkook’s league. or is it the other way around? just go & read op's whole masterlist tbfh

Fallin Skies by @fortunexkookie complete angst, e2f2l, smut, fluff summary: Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her twin, Jungkook, was something else entirely. read this story over at ao3 and dude the angst is so good the story lives rent-free in my head :))

Re:untitled I II III IV by @to-star-lake complete arranged marriage, smut, angst, fluff summary: you & jjk are in a marriage starting of with misunderstandings and living separate lives :) (sry for the shitty summary lmfao couldn't find the op's)

ego by @suga-kookiemonster on going college au, smut, lil fluff, lil angst, f2l summary: what's a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn't quite so sweet and innocent? well he's a grown-ass man, and you're about to learn that the hard way. read it read it read it read it read it one of my fav favs for sure

Brown-eyed Baby I II by @jeonstudios complete ex2l, smut, angst, fluff summary: a lost child at the mall, eyes from a different time.

Comfort Inn Ending by @joonbird complete angst like a lot, smut, cheating summary: “It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.” when i say angst i mean a whole lot of angst srsly I'm still feeling the angst even though it's been a while since I've read this the relationship is also kinda toxic (like mentally) bc of the cheating shit so beware

Blackjack by @kpopfanfictrash complete mafia au, smut, fluff, angst, violence summary: bangtan is one of the most vicious mafias on the west coast. only six members are known by name though, with a mysterious seventh member dubbed only as 'the shadow'. when you become indebted to the worst of the worst - how exactly can you find a way out?

Kick in the right direction by @xiaokoo complete mostly fluff, crack summary: Jungkook tries to form words to talk to you but all that happens is disaster and a lot of falling. It really isn’t his fault that he’s enamoured by you.

JK in this is an absolute sweetheart I'm in loooove

Take A Chance by @crystaljins complete hanahaki au, unrequited love (duh), angst (also duh), s2f2l summary: You should have known the second your business partner asked you to plan his best friend’s wedding as a favor that it was going to be nothing but trouble. Especially when it turns out he’s in love with said best friend. And dying of a deadly disease because of it. when u say hanahaki this is the first story i think of :)

rattled by @gukslut complete angst (so much), fluff here & there, kinda s&e2f2l summary: JK unexpectedly becomes a dad & is not ready. His loud-ass neighbor isn’t helping at all.

escape by @jjkfire complete fluff mostly, a little angst summary: Everyone has a number over their heads that says how useful they are to society from 0-100. You have a number ‘4’. You leave the city for some peace but you meet your cocky neighbour who seems to get on your nerves.

the wishlist by @jjkpls complete smut, fluff, angst, one sided love, bff2l summary: your best friend buys you a dildo (or a couple) bc you are lonely

< Epilogue: Two — Final

Focus: synopsis📸

Famous photographer and youtuber, Jeon Jungkook, couldn't imagine that one day he would find his muse doing what he loved, neither did she, but there will come problems in their company.

Masterlist📷

A/N: HELLO!! Here is the final, I took to long because I had writer's block and as you will see this final was a little bit messy for me and didn't know how to put all I wanted to talk in just one post. I hope you like it, and Jungkook and Y/N best IT couple and B7 worldwide domination! 🤩

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