âś SUMMARY : You care for your needy husband when he wakes you up when heâs horny. | part ii for my care for you drabble, but they do not follow chronological order. both can be read as standalone.
âś GENRE : fluff, smut, doctor/husband au
âś RATING : 18+
âś PAIRING : doctor!husband!yoongi x reader
âś WC : 2.4k
âś WARNINGS : fluff overload, yoongi is so soft here i wanna cry, heâs way too cute with her, yoongi and reader are both switches but he will never admit that, p*rn with little to no plot, established relationship, husband yoongi makes me weak on the knees, yoongi is grumpy in the end, seokjinâs is the victim of yoongiâs grumpiness, explicit smut unprotected sex (donât do this), *ss f^ngering, #ss play, saliva as l*be (also donât do this, this is fiction), yoongi is a bit subby in this one but we turn a blind eye in his sake, oral (f.recieving), sleepy s^x, c*m eating, NEEDY YOONGI, creampie <3, cuddly s*x, brief bre^ding k*nk, talk of pregnancy, they decide to try and have a baby, mentions of p*gging and wet dreams, oc is basically in love with yoongiâs butt, they love each other so much itâs disgusting. the words are censored so tumblr isnât annoying and flags this.
âś NOTE : i love this couple so much. might start a drabble series for them because i am just obsessed with them. this smut was a bit rushed, so i hope it isnât too bad !! NOT EDITED MUCH.Â
please reblog or leave feedback, it helps us creators a lot! thank u so much, i appreciate it a lot <3
MASTERLIST
Youâre practically snoring when you suddenly feel kisses on your neck, and you while something like a tongue takes a big swipe of your skin.
âMmm, good morning.â You mumble with your eyes half open and turn around to see your husband whose eyes are plagued with neediness and desire for you
âSorry for waking you.â Yoongi mumbles, voice still raspy and you swear you can feel your sheets get stained with sudden arousal from hearing his deep morning voice.
â summary: your dorm mate and best friend Jungkook isnât pleased to hear that your boyfriend was over the week he was away. but wow did he look hot when he was pissed offâŚ
âgenre: smut with a little plot if you squint, collage au, drabble
âwarnings: unprotected s*x (donât do that), cheating (also donât do that), kinda rough s*x, cuss words, jk lowkey worships you, fingering, jealousy, dirty talk, jungkookâs territorial
ânote: thank you all so much your your love on my last two things (despite the evidence I do write about the rest of bts, coming soon). i actually love you all. anyways i donât know what demon possessed me to write this in a public setting but enjoy!!
âDid you miss me?â
Those were the first words your best friend said to you after not seeing you for a week. He said it with a stupid smirk that matched his mocking tone.
You wouldnât dare admit that you had in fact, started to miss him the first day you woke up to an empty dorm. You knew it would boost his ego to much and just encourage his flirty and teasing behavior that you certainly didnât need more of.
Normally he would be up hours before you to get in a good work out at the gym to make sure his brawny muscles that stood out in the white tee he would wear after getting out of the shower look good.
Youâd wake up when he was done with his shower. His long wet hair and visible arm tattoos were a nice sight to wake up to and he wouldnât miss a beat to tease you about your wondering eyes. Everyday it was a new remark in the same teasing voice.
âLike what you see, darling?â
âYouâre undressing me with your eyes again, sweetheart.â
âPhotographic memory I see.â
You could admit Jungkook was dangerously attractive and had no shame hitting on you most of the time. When you had first moved in and before he was actually interested in your personality, you had to quickly inform him you were taken with your new boyfriend at the time, Theo before he could do anything drastic.
Did that stop him?
For the most part, no.
He still complimented and hit on you, most of the time for his own fun and pleasure as he watched you blush and tell him to knock it off. But he stopped being so touchy with you and gave you a little space. You wouldnât admit that you grew to miss his cuddles or his back hugs. The way his hands slithered around your waist always made your insides turn.
Theo had quickly realized Jungkookâs charm and potential as well. The first time he came over the dorm, he would not let you alone with Jungkook (despite living alone with him already). The air was so thick a knife couldnât cut it and it almost made you physically ill. Later that night while you and Theo were on the couch watching a movie, Jungkook was in his room. You had jolted hard when Theoâs lips unexpectedly hit your neck, biting and sucking till a purple bruise was clearly visible.
Two things changed that night.
Jungkook became touchy again, and Theo became more protective.
Theo always found an excuse to come to your dorm, leaving things like his toothbrush or shirts in your dorm just to anger Jungkook. Whenever he and Jungkook were in the same space he had to be touching you. Whether it was holding hands or a hand on your hips. He also started trying to get you to switch rooms, and constantly blew up your phone and made allegations about you and Jungkook when you said it would be easier to just stay.
âThereâs only one way to know. Try leaving again.â I respond flatly, rolling my eyes at him but he just chuckled, not convinced. âRight~â he responds sarcastically a sly smile appeared on his lips as he strolled over to the couch were you were sat.
âI wasnât!â You deny again, getting defensive at his sarcastic and cocky tone. It was starting to become a reflex to prove Jungkook wrong any chance you got. You both were very competitive with each other and it was strangely something you two enjoyed. (Video games were your favorite sport.)
âI had company.â You inform him with a smug smile, knowing it would piss him off. Jungkook was always touchy about Theo coming over to the dorm. What reason, you never really knew but he did not like the thought of him and you being alone in the dorm. And he communicated and made that clear to you.
You listened to him, wanting to respect his wishes and person things. So Theo never came over the dorm while he was away.
Till that week.
Jungkook realized you were talking about Theo when he recognized the shirt you were wearing. It was a white and black shirt that Theo wore often. It was loose and big on you and it smelled a lot like his strong cologne causing Jungkook to scrunch his nose in disgust.
âYou had him over while I was away?â He asked you, biting the inside of his cheek. His teasing expression fell as his eyes showed a little betrayal. He was mostly pissed as fuck at you, and he had made sure to show it.
âI know how you feel about it but I promise he never went near your room.â I said, quickly trying to clear my name and reassure him that he didnât do anything.
The last thing you needed was to be on Jungkookâs bad side when he just came back. Sure you missed his presence, but you also missed having him as a friend and companion. Deep below the teasing and flirting, he was supportive and playful.
âThatâs not the point, Y/N.â He said in a low, menacing tone that made you shiver as he leaned over you who looked up at him. His arms sunk in the couch which held him up as he slowly closed some of the distance between you.
âHe has a dorm mate who always has her friends over. It was just more conveââ you start to explain becoming nervous at his sudden movement, trying to make him realize it wasnât as serious and that you didnât do it just to spite him.
âSo you let him fuck you on the couch I sit on?â He interrupted you with a harsh whisper, sending goosebumps through your body. Your stunned at his words, to flustered to answer. You hadnât realized how hot he was when he was pissed till now as he stared down at you with a intense gaze, studying your ever move.
âWell when you phrase it like that it soundsâ!â You start to respond offensively, stumbling over the question but he doesnât give you much time to answer after that anyways.
Instead of beaming down at you with a intense stare like he was, his expression changes. His eyes are full of mischief and his lips start to curl into a soft grin.
âDid he make you feel good?â He questioned you with a taunting voice. Although he sounded like he was mocking you, his eyes gave you a stern look. He looked ready to pounce on you. Like he was angry more at Theo than you now.
âI am not having this conversation with you.â You huffed, looking away from his gaze as butterflies filled your stomach. You were beginning to get warm, to warm. Jungkook didnât need to know about your sex life, even if it wasnât the best.
One of the problems with Theo despite him being overly protective and always jumping to conclusions, was that the sex you had was terrible. He didnât last long, and it more awkward and uncomfortable than pleasurable. At first, you thought it was a you problem. But a quick Amazon purchase made you realize it wasnât.
You knew Jungkook would have a field day knowing that information, but he immediately came to the conclusion on his own when he saw your sour expression while thinking about it.
âAw, you poor thing.â He laughed causing you to groan in embarrassment. Something flashes in his eyes as he closes the gap between you. Heâs so close you can feel his hot breath tickle your nose as heâs eyes shine at you. He puts a hand under your chin and pushes you to look back at him taking in your embarrassed face with a smirk.
âJungkook...â you mumble a warning to him. You had never been this close to him before, and youâve never seen so much lust and mischief in his eyes. You couldnât do this, not while you were still with Theo.
But naturally, Jungkook didnât seem to care at this point. About your warning or about Theo. âYou donât know how much I had to stop myself from fucking you all this time. Ever since you moved, Y/N.â He whispers, moving his face slightly as he pressed soft kisses on your ear. He trailed down, leaving more passionate and strong kisses in your neck.
âJungkook~â you said again this time coming out in more of a moan as you began to squirm, feeling uncomfortable and wet below. Something Theo could never really do.
âI canât believe I thought for a second he could handle you.â He spoke seductively and strong, almost growling. You couldnât believe you were getting turned on to your best friend degrading your boyfriend. âAnd all this time you knew I could take better care of you.â He says, almost disappointed that you didnât ask him for help and stayed loyal.
You knew Jungkook was skillful. Just by the way heâd move his fingers while typing on his keyboard or making dinner. Any time you cuddled or just any type of skin to skin contact youâd get excited and your stomach grew warm.
He trailed down to your collarbone, sucking on it before ripping Theoâs shirt off you angrily and throwing it to the floor. âHave to get rid of his horrible fucking smell.â He growls, the sudden cool breeze that hit your skin making you shiver.
He plants a soft but needy kiss on your lips, and you become weak accepting what was happening and melting into the kiss. You laid your back onto the couch as he leaned against you on now completely on top of you. His kiss quickly turned into a passionate and hungry one, biting your bottom lip before sliding his tongue to explore your mouth.
His hand starts to move up your leg, stopping and planting it on your inner thigh which causes you to whine. You were sex deprived, your core almost hurting from the lack of pleasure when he was so close to touching it.
He chuckled, his chest vibrating against yours as he pulled his lips away. âI know, I know.â He said, voice dipped in honey. âI shouldnât tease when your practically starving, but I canât help it when youâve refused me all this time.â His voice is teasing and playful but his hand starts to move again. Pinching hard on your inner thigh and the pain makes you both moan and wince, the skin contact making your mind hazy.
In own quick swift motion, he shoves his hand under your pants pressing his middle finger against your panties as he drawls circles on your clothed cunt.
âYour already so wet.â He practically moans, loving how needy you were for him already as he felt your juices from your panties. He places another small kiss on your lips after, as if rewarding you for being so aroused.
Finally, he lifts himself up to take off your shorts, having no trouble and tossing them to the floor. You quickly urge him to do the same, tugging on his shirt causing him to chuckle and helps you remove his shirt.
You almost drool when you see his glistening six pack and big muscles. It was the first time youâd actually seen them without clothing and it was godly. âIs it everything you hoped for?â He whispers, letting out a deep chuckle as he leans down to take off your bra, kissing your sensitive nipples softly as your back arches.
You nod, your throat to hot and your tongue to tied for you to speak so focused on what was happening. You moan as his tongue plays with the tip of your nipple, squirming under him.
A hand sneaks back up and calmly slips itself under your panties before pushing them completely down to your legs. He rubs your pussy first before taking his middle finger and slowly inserting it into your pussy.
You grip onto his arm as I slowly take his finger. When you whine for more he gets into a rhythm and pumps his finger in and out of you as your juice gets all over his finger and hand as he easily shoves his ring finger in next. It feels heavenly as his fingers curl deeper inside you and you match his rhythm and buck his hips.
It doesnât take long for your organism to approach, having not felt so good in months. You felt like you were in cloud high just by his hand. Your walls clenched around him, begging him to go faster as you could see the white gates but instead he easily takes his fingers out of you.
âJungkook..â you quickly whine your insides aching when his hand leaves but he just chuckles at you again.
âDonât worry baby. I have something better for you.â He whispers, distracting you with a steamy kiss as he takes off his sweats and boxers. You could already see his big bulge before he took off his boxers, which sprung and twitched when he actually managed to get them off.
He was bigger than what you had imagined. Much bigger. And he dripped with precum which he mixed with your juices from his hand as he took a minute to stroke himself.
Suddenly, your phone started to ring which quickly catches your attention. You take your pleading eyes off of him and look on the nearby coffee table. You can see your phone screen from here as it lit up.
TheođĽ°
You panic, reaching for it as blush rushing up to your face. You had forgotten all about Theo for a second and start to lean over to the coffee table. But your motion is stopped when Jungkook suddenly rams his hard cock into your throbbing pussy.
You let out a loud moan, hands balling into a fist as he gives you no time to adjust to his large size as he pounds deeply into you, the whole couch shaking and moving. You leaned so desperately needed the roughness as you closed your eyes.
âStay focused, baby.â He whispers in a deep breathless voice, using a hand to force your face back at him and not your vibrating phone.
He starts to let out his own grunts when he feels you tighten around him, your stomach growing tighter as you reach a euphoria state.
âI-Iâm gonna..â you pant tears forming into your eyes as you choke on your words. You grab onto his bare shoulder, nails digging into his skin as he tightens a grip on your waist to thrust harder.
Small tears fall down your face as you cream all over his dick, body shaking with pleasure as he continues to fuck you casing his own climax.
âFuck. Your so tight. He can never stretch you like I can.â He says through moans as he becomes faster and sloppier. All of his load shoots into you as he pulls himself away from you and watches as his cum drips from you.
He stares at his masterpiece then back at you with a loving gaze before wiping your tears. It took you to long to realize that this is what you wanted all along.
âś SUMMARY : You care for your needy husband when he wakes you up when heâs horny. | part ii for my care for you drabble, but they do not follow chronological order. both can be read as standalone.
âś GENRE : fluff, smut, doctor/husband au
âś RATING : 18+
âś PAIRING : doctor!husband!yoongi x reader
âś WC : 2.4k
âś WARNINGS : fluff overload, yoongi is so soft here i wanna cry, heâs way too cute with her, yoongi and reader are both switches but he will never admit that, p*rn with little to no plot, established relationship, husband yoongi makes me weak on the knees, yoongi is grumpy in the end, seokjinâs is the victim of yoongiâs grumpiness, explicit smut unprotected sex (donât do this), *ss f^ngering, #ss play, saliva as l*be (also donât do this, this is fiction), yoongi is a bit subby in this one but we turn a blind eye in his sake, oral (f.recieving), sleepy s^x, c*m eating, NEEDY YOONGI, creampie <3, cuddly s*x, brief bre^ding k*nk, talk of pregnancy, they decide to try and have a baby, mentions of p*gging and wet dreams, oc is basically in love with yoongiâs butt, they love each other so much itâs disgusting. the words are censored so tumblr isnât annoying and flags this.
âś NOTE : i love this couple so much. might start a drabble series for them because i am just obsessed with them. this smut was a bit rushed, so i hope it isnât too bad !! NOT EDITED MUCH.Â
please reblog or leave feedback, it helps us creators a lot! thank u so much, i appreciate it a lot <3
MASTERLIST
Youâre practically snoring when you suddenly feel kisses on your neck, and you while something like a tongue takes a big swipe of your skin.
âMmm, good morning.â You mumble with your eyes half open and turn around to see your husband whose eyes are plagued with neediness and desire for you
âSorry for waking you.â Yoongi mumbles, voice still raspy and you swear you can feel your sheets get stained with sudden arousal from hearing his deep morning voice.
summary. yoongi loves getting you drunk, cause then you turn into his personal slut.
w.c. 1.5k
warnings. dubcon and forced intoxication. yoongi forces reader to get drunk. there are mentions of reader blacking out while yoongi undresses them. in my head theyâve done this before, and reader has a safeword for when they donât want to drink or are too drunk to fuck, and yoongi knows their limits too. pls do not crucify me cause i rlly donât care đŠđžâđť
other warnings. unprotected sex, creampie, they fuck in someone elseâs bed at a party, petnames and degrading terms (baby, slut, fucktoy), but the degrading is kinda sweet ngl, dirty talk, yoongi does something interesting with the whiskey, no aftercare cause.. if u read you'll see it's not possible but he took care of them course
whatâd you listen to while writing? // all mine by brent faiyaz
notes. uh. hi. bye. barely proofread.
hennessy burns the back of your throat, as hot as yoongiâs body pressed up against you, a searing hand caressing the side of your face as he throws another swig of the potion down his throat.
at first it was chill. you kept to lighter drinks, pink whitney and shit that wouldnât get you too drunk. red solo cup in your hand as you swayed to the music beside your boyfriend.
your boyfriend, though? he likes that hard shit. that shit that gets you fucked up. he knows how to hold his alcohol. you donât.
and he knows that, and you know he knows, which is why you only take two sips of the henny he offers you, hoping youâll appease his desire to get you drunk.
you donât.
he hands you the bottle a couple more times and you just barely tip it back, enough to feel it burn the back of your throat. you hope yoongi doesnât notice, that heâs too caught up in rapping âbig poppaâ with biggie to even care.
but he's not, of course. his main goal right now is to get you drunk.
âdrink.â
âi donât want anymore.â
âyeah you do. drink.â he nods towards the bottle, a sick look clouding his eyes.
you just stand there, hands at your side, skin crawling. shitâs already getting fuzzy. "i don't want anymore. it tastes bad." that sets him off, and he narrows his eyes before backing you up against the wall with a sadistic smile plastered across his pretty face.
you attempt to push him off you, slurring âyoon, i donât want anymore,â but heâs already pouring more henny down your throat and laughing so fucking sickly at your visible intoxication. you swallow as fast as you can, and it immediately fucks you up even more.
everythingâs too fucking fuzzy now. your eyes are glazed over and you can feel the beat in your fucking chest, and then you stumble into his chest when he sways you to the music, the heavy scent of alcohol dripping off his breath, and he knows youâre too drunk to resist.
so he takes you away from the main party, leading you who the fuck knows where.
your heavy eyes try to decipher where you are.
itâs the hallway leading to the bedrooms.
oh, god.
youâre stumbling and falling and yoongiâs just laughing, pulling you into some poor kidâs bedroom and shutting the door, immediately pulling your shirt off your heavy body.
he leads you to the bed, and you shuffle over you own feet in an attempt to keep from falling.
everythingâs so blurry. you black out again.
"you never can hold you alcohol, baby." it sounds like he's talking through a fog, but you can decipher his faux concern so easily.
you think you feel him lay you down and strip you, but youâre so plastered you can barely lift your hips to get your panties off. he keeps your skirt and bra on.
"you're wet." you shake your head and try to close your legs, but you're so weak right now and he's so strong, both because of the alcohol, that it's futile. "mhm, you try 'nd pretend you don't like when i get your pretty ass drunk but imma have to buy you some new panties after this. you love this shit." he takes another swig of that goddamn hennessy.
another lapse.
youâre on top of him in the bed, and heâs downing more henny with one hand and sliding his fingers against your messy cunt with the other. the room's still spinning and it's hard to stay still on top of him. your only anchor is your arms wrapped around his neck.
"look at me." he rasps, and you try to lift your head but your body isn't quite cooperating with you at the moment and yoongi's fingers slipping into you and curling up to hit that spot definitely isn't helping either.
you lift your heavy head to meet yoongi's gaze, and you can feel his cock pressing hard and heavy through his sweats.
shit gets dark again.
when you come back yoongi's inside you and somehow your hips are casting forward softly, because no matter how drunk you are, you're always yoongi's pretty little slut, and he doesn't hesitate to tell you exactly that. he's still fully clothed, and it's so damn nasty that he couldn't even wait to undress himself before he got his dick wet, but in your hazy mind it's so good.
"see, baby? you're not too drunk to get fucked, just drunk enough where i can do what i want. my wasted little slut." it's crude and it's so wrong, but it always gets you wet, the knowledge that yoongi's getting you drunk just to get in your pants. and it's got you soaked now, your inability to do anything but take yoongi's dick, head light and heavy at the same time.
he fucks up into you, eyes fixed on yours, another bottle in his hand. it's whiskey, and fuck, where did he get that from? he tips it back again and the image of him drinking while he's fucking you paired with the feeling of his cock pressing up against that spot inside you has you feeling too good, so it's your turn to pour that shit down your throat.
you manage to drink, whiskey searing your throat, head leaning on his chest, bottle and body jolting with every smooth thrust of yoongi's hips. you hear his cocky little laugh through the fog of your mind, a slurred "that's my girl" leaving his mouth. everything feels so disgusting but so good and the alcohol has set in to the point where you don't give a fuck about anything, eyes barely open and brain just barely working. you're surprised you can set the whiskey on the nightstand.
god, you really can't hold your alcohol. your head feels so damn heavy right now. it's twisted, the way you're fully at your boyfriend's mercy. your body moves the way yoongi wants it to. you have no control of anything you do now, cause the whiskey's fucked you up even more.
"you like when i get you drunk n fuck you, baby? gets you so wet cause i can just use you n you can't do anything." he rambles, and his chest shakes as he chuckles wildly, cause he knows you do. he knows you like when he forces alcohol down your throat and takes you to a rando's room, uses you and your soaked cunt as his personal fucktoy.
"i know you do, baby, know that pretty pussy gets all wet as soon as i start pouring that shit down your throat cause you know you're gonna end up split open by the end of the night, hm?" it's dirty and fucking depraved, but it's the truth. his words pull another nasty whine straight from your heated chest, every single fucking syllable sending you further and further into this alcohol-fueled intoxication.
"my personal fucktoy, hm? love using you like this." someway and somehow you're gonna cum and yoongi hasn't even touched your clit, and he won't. he likes making you cum with nothing but his cock and his words.
you're so close, now, hazy mind catching up with your heavy body. you try to warn him, but he's too busy tipping the bottle back to care.
or, you think he is. instead, he's setting the bottle down and grabbing you by your hair. he kisses you with a mouth full of whiskey, swapping spit and alcohol straight into your mouth. it burns so good now, and that's all it takes to make you cum.
"do it, baby. cum." he smiles, cause he knows the effect of what he's done, and you do, and the alcohol still running down your throat and through your veins pushes you so far you almost black the fuck out. yoongi fucks you through it, fucks you through the shakes and shocks and makes you take every single push of his cock into your messy cunt.
"god, i'm gonna cum baby." he punctuates his last words with three deep thrusts, thrusts that were somehow deeper than the ones before that felt like they were touching your fucking throat. he doesn't ask where you want it, doesn't ask if he can cum inside, and for some fucked reason that hotwires every nerve in your body, has you shaking and brings you to the brink again. your mind is swaying, lapsing in and out and you know you probably won't remember shit when you wake up tomorrow.
yoongi's focused on his own orgasm, so when he murmurs "god, love using you" and busts deep inside, and he feels you get all tight around him, he's in fucking awe.
"you just came again? god i love getting you wasted." he says into the crook of your neck. he slides you off his body, probably going to get something to clean up with. you never find out, cause as soon as your head hits the pillow you finally pass the fuck out.
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you come to the next day at home.
"fuck, what happened?" you groan. yoongi's already awake, staring at the ceiling like he always does.
"i got you drunk. fucked you in some random's room."
"oh. yeah. love when you do that."
"trust me, i know." he says, and it should be embarrassing, but it's not. a little drunk fun never hurt anybody.
đŠâĄđŞ âhe a eater, he ate it for lunchâ â jock!jk
ÂˇË ŕź đ TAGS â munch!jk, lots of pussy eating, rimming, cum-eating(?), brief fucking, unprotected sex, jkâs obsession with pussy eating, little to no dirty talk, reader being her cute bimbo self, talks about sex (jkâs made fun of), manâs a ass eater too btw
Jungkook didnât care that people were staring at him for having a handful of your ass sitting in his hand. He used his hold to gently guide you around the store, steering you away from places you tended to wander off to. He didnât want you leaving his side, especially since you were in those pretty pink velvet shorts.
You looked adorably slutty today.. With your little white hairclaw, a matching pink sweater with a white tank top that made your tits pop out beautifully and those damned shorts that hugged your ass tightly. To top it all off you were drinking your little pink drink because Jungkook couldnât say no when you asked for Starbucks before the store.
So here you were, happily sipping on your drink and walking about the store with him. He held the basket with ease in his other hand as he listened to you ramble on and on about your classes and stuff that had happened prior. Jungkook only hummed in response with the occasional âYeah baby?â while he picked out stuff he needed for his apartment.
âI got a perfect score on my essay today, the teacher even says that I would make a heck of a lawyer with my arguments!â You giggle, bouncing in excitement as you twirl to face him with puppy eyes, âBut I wouldnât wear those ugly colors they all wear, I would make my suit a different color like baby pink..maybe even pastel purple.â
Jungkook quirks a brow at this, âA lawyer? Are you gonna help me out in case I ever get into trouble?â He teases. You shake your head no with a âmm-mmâ. âOh? Why not baby?â
âBecause if youâre my client I wonât be able to give you a good luck kiss for the trial..â You pout.
Jungkook laughs, âYouâre so fucking cute.â He ruffles your hair and then pats your bum, âAlright, to the seasoning aisle, weâre going to make some spicy ass chicken curry tonight.â He nods his head in the direction of the exit, âAnd you canât back out this time y/n, you promised youâd eat with me.â
You pout at him, âBut-but, itâs too hot for me! It makes my tongue burn and my tummy upset.â You try reasoning with him but he isnât having it either. He asks you to get something he needs from the lower shelf and without thinking much of it you bend over to get it.
Jungkookâs mouth gapes open, not only is your beautiful ass on show for him, but the shorts dip low to expose the hem of your thong. Not just any⌠the fucking g-string he got you with those gold letters on the back. âJKâ stares back at him almost tauntingly, shimmering in the light as the two letters dangle from the pretty chain on your g-string.
âYouâre wearing them?â He says in shock, âI didnât think youâd actually use them..â He trails off given your reaction to the panties last time.
You stand up straight and tilt your head, âThe panties you got me? Oh yes! They looked cute with my outfit so I put them on. Everyone thought it looked so pretty on me! Jihyo even asked me to ask you where you got them from because she wants her own too.â
He looks back down at your ass and curses because he canât think of anything other than the g-string sitting underneath. âI think I got everything I need.â He rushes out.
Thatâs how you find yourself in the backseat of Jungkookâs car, legs tossed over his shoulders and hands tangled in his hair. Your shorts are long gone and the thong is hanging around your ankle, dangling around as your leg jerks every so often from the pleasure. Thereâs loud slurping noises that emit from between your thighs.
Jungkook works his tongue over your clit slowly, trailing down below to your slicked up hole. He flicks his tongue over and over, swiping it from side to side and up/down. The radio does nothing to obscure the slick and gushing noises from your pussy.
âMmm,â you hike your thighs higher and press them against your chest, âstop teasing me,â you huff quietly, âyouâre no fair.â You say, hooking your hands under the back of your knees and holding your legs up for him.
Jungkook doesnât reply, instead he takes your ass in his hands and spreads you wide on his tongue. He nibbles on your clit teasingly knowing that you like the overstimulating feeling it gives you. His finger teasingly rubs against your puckered rim, he finds it cute that you tense up and whine at him to leave the backdoor alone.
âJungkook,â you whimper out, toes curling as his tongue swipes over your swollen clit repeatedly.
Jungkook softly pants and pulls away, letting spit dribble down your cunt as it slides down between your ass cheeks. âBest fuckinâ meal.â He licks a stripe across your cunt to prove his point.
You wiggle around underneath him and gyrate your hips towards his mouth invitingly. You desperately want his tongue back on you, and youâre fucked stupid at this point and canât collect your thoughts properly. âJ-Jungkook,â you softly whine, drool slipping past your lips.
Jungkook coos softly, âI know baby, lay back, donât need to worry that pretty little head about anything.â He dives back down to lick over your pussy over and over again.
More moans poured from your lips as you closed your eyes in bliss. He worked his tongue over and over again against your sensitive clit. You catch a glimpse of his expression and find him with his eyes closed, he moves from your clit to your gushing hole as he basically makes out with your pussy. His nose occasionally bumps into your clit and that alone is enough to send you into an orgasm.
âMmm..!â Your back arches and you hold on to his hair to keep him in his place.
Jungkook slows down to let you ride out your orgasm in peace, his grip on your cheeks loosen and he greedily slurps up your cum. Your legs feel like jello as they drop down from his shoulders and you lay there trying to recover from the intensity.
âThanks for the lunch.â Jungkook grins, patting your sensitive pussy gently.
+
The apartment was filled with loud laughter and the sounds of beer bottles clinking together. Jungkook was surprisingly alone tonight, so that called for a guys night with him, Jimin, Yugyeom, and his roommate Seokjin. Beer and fried chicken were given of course.
âFeels like I havenât seen you in forever!â Yugyeom slaps Jungkook on his shoulder, âYour little girlfriend be occupying all your time, she doesnât leave any for us man.â He whines.
The others agree with nods, Jungkook simply shrugs, âI rather hang with her than with you guys, Jin I see you everyday so you donât count.â He nonchalantly says.
âBrat.â Jimin sticks his tongue out, âName some fun shit you and y/n do, and sex doesnât count.â Laughter erupts around the living room.
Jungkook takes a swig from his beer, âWeâre always out and about buying shit from different places, itâs fun to shop for home stuff and shit. I run errands with her, we watch anime here or at her place. We play street fighter, go out to eat,â he shrugs, âwe do a bunch of shit together. Productive shit.â
The boys collectively nod and Yugyeom clears his throat to speak, âThatâs cool, I see why you hang out with her now. I mean I believe Kook on this one, my girlâs friends with y/n, she says y/nâs really fun to hang out with.â
âWho? Jisoo?â Jimin asks.
âYeah, she always tells me what they talk about and shit. I didnât know they talked about our sex life so often, Kook she talks about you too. Jisoo called you a munch.â Yugyeom laughs, elbowing Jungkook.
Jungkook snorts, âI donât care I eat pussy, is that a crime?â He smirks with his hands raised, âI meannnn.. If you arenât eating her for lunch and dinner somethingâs wrong with you. Itâs a fucking crime even,â Jungkook slaps Yugyeom on the back.
The guys laugh loudly and Seokjin manages to speak in-between his laughter, âItâs true, I probably walked in on them like three times by now. All three heâs down there gettinâ to business with her. Donât think heâs exaggerating, not even for a damn minute.â
âDanggg I canât get that image outta my head.â Jimin shakes his head with laughter. âWhat else donât we know about you?â
âIâd eat her ass if she let me.â Jungkook shrugs. The guys laugh even louder but Jungkook doesnât care, âSheâs got a fat ass what can I say?â
+
Jungkook was hitting it from behind and all his eyes could focus on was the way your cheeks bounced and slapped against his hips. Your tight puckered hole sat so sinisterly, winking back at him as if asking him to touch, inviting even. Your moans spilled from your lips and filled the once quiet room up.
He grunted with effort and pushed the hair out of his face so he could watch your soft globes bounce in tandem with his thrusts. The sounds your pussy made were obscene, it made his gut coil in hot white pleasure. He could see a ring of white form around the base of his cock every time he pulled out.
The intrusive thoughts were winning, Jungkook found it harder to contain himself with every thrust. He bites his lip and fucks into your creamy pussy harder to distract himself, he braces his hands on either side of you as he snaps his hips upward. You let out a surprised whimper and arch your back, âJungkook..!â Then you do the most sinful thing ever, the nail to the coffin..you reach behind you to hold your ass apart for him, whimpering about how good it felt etc.
He fucking loses it.
He swiftly pulls out of you and gets on his knees, immediately diving in with an insatiable hunger. Jungkook eats you out like a man starved, his tongue is swiping through your creamy folds, trying to get every nook and cranny. His hands replace your own and hold your cheeks apart for him.
You let out a garbled moan, head falling into the pillows as your knees shift helplessly on the bed. You shakily poke your hand down there to rub quick circles on to your throbbing clit. Jungkook doesnât seem to mind and focuses on lapping up the mess your hole made.
Your words are slurred, drool dribbles down on to the pillow you have your head laid on. Your hips stutter in their movements as you rock back to meet his tongue. âS-So good, mmm, g-gonna c-cum.â You whine.
Jungkook pulls back, spitting onto your untainted hole as he watches it dribble down. You whine louder but itâs cut short when he puts his whole fucking mouth over your rim, licking at puckered hole. Itâs definitely new for you, and in the heat of the moment you let it happen as you decide to rub your clit faster.
Jungkookâs eyes are closed as he happily sucks and licks at your sensitive rim, he dips his tongue in teasingly. Your body jolts in surprise, a loud cry leaving you as your thighs begin to shake. He doesnât even dip his tongue in any further when he suddenly feels you shudder, indicating your orgasm.
âFuck baby. I could do this shit all day, with an ass like this you deserve it.â He slaps your cheek, not minding that he didnât cum at all.
You pant softly, turning on your side to face him with a blotchy face, âYouâre so mean..â You pout softly and make grabby hands, âCuddles?â
He licks his lips with a teasing little grin, âLeast I know baby likes getting her ass ate.â It earns him a smack on the chest but he simply curls up with you in arms, totally worth it.
â§â§ĚŁĚ⧠Genre: enemies to lovers au, non-idol au, annoying!jungkook
â§â§ĚŁĚ⧠Summary: Jungkook sends you a text at 1am wanting more of you but you pretend to ignore him until the memories of his taste become too much.
â§â§ĚŁĚ⧠Warnings: Uhm this is absolutely disgusting no plot at all itâs literally just fuckingâŚsexting, dirty talk, y/n sends a video while using Jungkooks dildo, doggy, rough sex, begging, Jungkook fat cock syndrome, brat, cussing, cum play, unprotected sex(this is fiction be smart besties) thatâs it
â§â§ĚŁĚ⧠Word count: 3.6k
A/n: im gonna say itâŚJungkook in that tanktop tattoos exposed was not good for me this is the most disgusting thing Iâve ever written but also I think my best smut yet I donât think Iâll be able to write smut for a while because I used all my own inner slut for this
Youâve tried ignoring the constant vibration of your phone against your nightstand but it was getting too annoying. Especially because you knew exactly who it was without looking, but you donât want to face Jungkook right now. Not after what happened last time you saw him.
âCan't wait to cum all over that pretty mouth.â
His words from the other night ring dangerously in your mind like an alarm that wonât stop. It melts any idea of sleep from your body and replaces it with the need to be split open. You groan and toss around your bed until your hand finds your phone.
Jungkook:
Y/n
Jungkook:
Baby
You cringe at the word baby, you loved pet names but coming from him made them feel entirely different, almost like itâs a sin.
You:
Leave me alone đđ˝
Jungkook:
Oh baby donât hurt my feelings again đ
Jungkook:
Unless you want to make it up to me like last time
You shuttered, feeling heat spreading throughout your body at the mention of last time. Your knees are still healing from the bruises and rug burn that decorated them. You lick your lips, the taste of his cum and your spit mixed together lingered on them. The ghost of his hands gripping your neck after having just fucked your throat raw prickle your skin with goosebumps.
It was a complete moment of weakness but you canât say you regret it.
You close your eyes, fingers mindlessly skimmed against the supple skin of your stomach as you replay everything.
â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘
Jungkook stood by you, bare cock grinding on your thigh as he whined against your neck. He was absolutely hurt that you didnât like his gift even after proving that it was, in fact, his beautiful, hard, blushing cock that he cloned. He pouted and held it in his hand, stroking it and eagerly showing you how painful it was. He was convinced that cumming down your throat would definitely make him feel better after having his feelings hurt since he worked so hard being your secret Santa. You rolled your eyes, this was why he was the baby of the group and why he got everything he wanted.
But you werenât going to give in, absolutely not.
There was no way you could give in to this brat, not even after he collected a drop of his precum and sinfully licked it off of his finger.
Fuck, why did he have to be so sexy!?
Your facade was breaking since you loved it a little messy and he just had to lick his own cum off his finger. You look away when you see him taking his shirt off, goddamn was he sexy, but it snaps something in you. Next thing you know, you're practically melting to your knees in front of him. Jungkook smirked, loving the way you parted your lips for his cock, he rubbed his tip against your outstretched tongue, too excited to feel your apology.
â˘â˘â˘â˘â˘
The vibration of your phone brought you back to your senses. You rubbed your thighs together, feeling wet and miserably empty.
Jungkook:
Baby donât tell me you fell asleep on me?
You:
Donât call me baby
Jungkook:
You didnât seem to mind it when you were swallowing my cock đ¤
You:
What do you want Jungkook?
Jungkook:
Canât sleep:(
You:
Okay? How is that my problem?
Jungkook:
Itâs not your problem but you can be the solution
You:
And how am I the solution?
Jungkook:
Easy
Jungkook:
Let me see that pretty pussy đ
Jungkook:
Send me a video of you playing with my gift đĽ
You blush, totally expecting him to be this crude but it still caught you off guard. You look over at your nightstand, his gift tucked away in the drawer, easy access for whenever youâre desperate enough. You snort and angrily type back.
You:
Fuck you! Iâm not doing that!
Jungkook:
Donât be mean to me :(
Jungkook:
Doesn't even have to be a long video just wanna see your pussy
Jungkook:
Iâll reward you with a little taste of my cock baby remember how much you liked it?
Jungkook:
Let you suck on it whenever you want I wonât even cum
Jungkook:
You like that kind of thing donât you? Just having it in your mouth?
Fuck him, how did he know that? You did like it a lot, definitely a lot more than you should have after having his. But itâs not your fault, his dick just tasted differently, you loved the heady taste as perverted as that makes you. Youâre considering his offer, lust fully taken over, it would please your oral fixation getting just a tiny taste. And you do trust him enough not to share it with anyone, plus you miss his dick.
You:
Fine but you have to delete it right after otherwise Iâm going to bite your dick off
Jungkook:
Fuck yea
Jungkook:
Thank you my little Angel đ Iâll cum loads in your honor đ
You donât know what you just agreed to, but you did it and you werenât someone to go back on your word. You quickly change into frilly panties and a loose shirt, you also gave your hair a quick fix before grabbing the dildo where it waits for you.
You say a little prayer before turning on your fairy lights, you change the color so itâs baby blue, his favorite. You then put your phone on your nightstand facing you and making sure it captures everything perfectly. Hitting record with shaky fingers flipped a switch in you, your facade was easy to play into. You smile into the camera before flipping it off, turning around so your pretty pink panties came into view. Youâve seen enough pornos to know how to arch your back and teasingly pull your panties down. Not all the way down, just so Jungkook could see your pussy and the wet patch it left.
You spit on your fingers and reach behind you to wet yourself, not that it needed it but it was for visual aesthetic. You spread your lips and tease your hole until youâre begging yourself to give you relief. As your fingertips play with your entrance your other hand looks for the dildo. You quickly spread your legs so the stretch wonât be as rough, and you glide it against your core. You moan Jungkookâs name, making sure you use your filthiest voice.
When you feel the dildo wet enough you push it against your entrance. The stretch stings but you tease yourself with the tip coaxing yourself to let more in. You moan again, this time his name is said in a whiny tone, begging for him. Once itâs buried to the hilt, you show him how heâd look snuggled inside you. You begin thrusting it slowly, making sure to moan softly so he can hear the sounds of your wet pussy around it.
You sit up, holding the dildo down so you can ride peacefully. It was a little hard to do but all worth it when it practically hits your cervix. Youâre quickly tired from this position so you roll on your back, legs spreading and twitching when you fuck yourself again. Your fingers play with your nipples under your shirt, you arch your back feeling your edge coming sooner than you thought.
But you werenât going to give him the treat of seeing you cum.
Your shaky fingers grab your phone so you can get a closer look of how much itâs stretching you open. You film your sweaty body but end the video right after you lift your shirt up. Youâre smiling too much as you type your message and send it to Jungkook. You continue playing with yourself satisfied and ready to chase your climax.
You:
{video attachment}
You:
Have fun with that you little brat
Despite your insult youâre in too deep to stop fucking yourself, the tip of the dildo feels too good hitting all your weak spots, but itâs not enough. You imagine his actual cock could do better at reaching those spots, leaking and rubbing against your walls in the most crude way possible. You moan and pick up the pace until it starts to sting, but you've always been one to like a little plain in your pleasure.
Your phone vibrates again, you forgot about the video you sent, too lost in finding your pleasure. You move so youâre on your tummy, dildo still snug inside you as you shift your leg to open yourself up again. Shaky fingers grab your phone so you can see the destruction left behind by your glorious cunt.
Jungkook:
What the fuck
Jungkook:
Fuck youâre so hot
Jungkook:
I swear youâre so fucking hot
Jungkook:
Pussy so pretty it loves my cock đ
His texts stop coming for a minute, presumably to satisfy himself. You almost start working towards your own finish again but the texts flood your phone very annoyingly. You grunt before checking them.
Jungkook:
Oj fuxk
Jungkook:
Fuckijg mosnuing my namr
Jungkook:
Domt fucjng do bgat
Jungkook:
Answe mu cakk NWO
You panic when you feel your phone vibrate, you didnât think he would actually call. Yet his name kept popping up until you hesitantly answer it. Youâre met with the sound of Jungkook moaning, you almost choke on your spit, completely forgetting how gorgeous he sounded.
âI canât fucking cum,â Heâs breathing hard and growling out his words,â I want to fuck youâ oh my god y/n, let me fuck your pretty cunt open.â
You stay silent, too focused on the sound of his hand slapping against his hips and the vulgarity of his words. Heâs never sounded so desperate before, it made you stop your own desperation to cum just to listen to him.
âBaby give me more.â He moans his curses and begging.
âW-What more do you want?â You swallow the lump in your throat but heâs suddenly quiet. You can only hear shuffling and more grunting.
âI want to cum all over your pussy y/n.â Jungkook huffs but his whine was enough that blank your mind.
Your lips move without much thinking, you donât care at this point, you want to feel him fill you to the brim. Fucking you so hard you canât form any proper words. The dildo he made doesnât satisfy you as much as the real thing would. You want to feel the pulse of his cock, the warmth of it pounding into you.
âThen come.â You end the phone call before you regret it. You let him take it as it is, he can cum or he can come. Either way youâll be waiting, but in the meantime you think youâll keep yourself busy with your new favorite toy.
Youâre almost half asleep having already reached your climax but the sudden knocking on your door jolted you awake. The knocks are frantic and loud, you know exactly who it is but youâll play dumb for the thrill of it. You wrap your flimsy robe that does little to hide your naked body underneath but you know he'll appreciate it.
You quickly make your way to your door, heart hammering in your chest with every step. Youâre feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement thinking of what he was going to do. The knocks are louder now, almost pounding. You open the door and hiss for him to quiet down but what youâre met with floods your body with lust.
Jungkookâs breathing hard, hand on the door frame as he takes in your figure and what youâre wearing. Heâs trying to catch his breath but youâre not helping at all with your sheer robe. He can see your pretty tits and nipples that beg for his attention, but he wants to see the cunt that cries for him with no barriers.
Youâre smirking, eyeing him up and down, he canât get any sexier than now wearing sweats and a muscle tee. His tattoos are all on display for your lustful eyes and it takes everything in you not to lick all over his muscular arms.
âYou really must not get any pussy if you want mine this badlyââ
âStop talkingââ He shuts you up with his lips, the door is easily shut behind him. Hiding everything that was about to happen, not a care in the world, right now itâs just you and him. The kiss was messy, tongues gliding against each other just how you like it. Jungkookâs hands touch whatever skin he can grip, they lewdly cup your ass until you whine against his lips. You feel him smirk but heâs more focused on trying to get to your bedroom before he breaks down and fucks you right there at the entrance of your apartment.
Youâre bumping into everything, kisses too rough and hypnotizing to care about the fallen frames and books. You eventually get him into your room where he unties your robe and eyes the body heâs been hungry for. But Jungkook is impatient, he pushes you on your bed and takes his shirt off. Youâre quick to untie his sweats and free his rock hard erection from its restraints. Your hand squeezes the tip before wrapping your mouth around it, lightly sucking just to memorize its taste.
You distract him from fully taking his sweats off when you start bobbing your head. He motions for you to undress from your robe before you can get any more of his cock into your mouth. Any other day he would gladly cum on your tongue but right now he wonât cum unless itâs on your cunt.
He pushes you to lay down, hands behind your thighs to spread them open. Jungkook bends down and slowly swipes the flat of his tongue against your sticky slit. He limits himself to one sinful lick otherwise he'll be attached to you all night. Jungkook quickly pulls away and hovers over you, eyes dark and frantic but promising.
âAnother day baby I promise,â He traps your lips in a heated kiss,â fucking promise Iâll eat you out until youâre crying.â
He angles his hip so his tip pokes your clenching entrance. Itâs too much teasing for you, youâve already felt how his length fits in you, youâre dying for the real thing.
âOk ok just hurry up,â You pitifully whine, wrapping your legs around his hips trying to pull him inside you,â fuck me alreadyââ
You donât need to beg, he wants it just as bad as you do, if not more. Jungkook leans his hips to let his cock sink into you. He moans when he feels your walls recognize his shape, swallowing him back in with a wet welcome. He wastes no time and starts pounding into you, you moan a little too loud but his cock is worth the scolds youâll get from neighbors.
Jungkook fucks you too desperatly, too dirty, too needy. He still hasnât even taken his sweats off because of his desperation to feel your tight cunt around him. They rest on his thighs but heâs too focused on rutting into you to care. Jungkook meant to savor every bit of you but his cock has a mind of its own, it slips in and out of you with ease. Youâre ridiculously wet and perfectly tight, it makes him go stupid with pleasure.
âFuck youâre so tight,â He grunts in your ear,â Fucking love your pussyââ
âJungkookââ He kisses bruises into the skin of your neck, marking whatâs his for anyone to see.
âYou like my cock baby?â
âYes, Yes I love it,â His hips rock into you harder, making your eyes roll back from the sting,â I love it Jungkookââ
âItâs all yours baby,â He speaks the truth, Jungkook has always been yours. Heâs just waiting for the day you realize youâre his.
The room is filled with moans, skin slapping and the awful squeaking of your bed, but that doesnât stop you from asking for more.
âFuck me harder,â Youâre begging as if he was the only means to your pleasure,â God, Jungkook, make it hurtââ
âYou want me to make it hurt?â He repeats your words just to hear you scream.
âYes!â
And he does exactly what you want, how could he say no when youâre clawing his back so desperately?
Jungkook pulls out and finally gets rid of his pants before flipping you over to have you on your knees. He grabs your softest pillow and places it in front of you before shoving your face into it. You squeal but you love the way heâs using you so roughly, itâs your every fantasy come true.
You wiggle your hips but heâs not having any of that and he says it with the heavy hand that slaps the supple flesh. You yelp as he moves on, hands gripping your waist tightly as if youâd try to escape. You feel his dick on your thigh, leaving a delicious trace of precum you much rather would have licked off. But he doesnât let you imagine the taste since heâs fucking himself back into you.
Jungkook holds your arm behind you, fingers gripping on to your wrist while he feels your nails dig into his. Quick pumps of his hips slap against your ass, heâs fucking you so hard you cry out with each thrust. He loves hearing your moans though, theyâre like a melody Jungkook could fuck to the rhythm of forever.
âJun-Jungkookâ Iâm gonna cumââ You arch your back to let him reach deeper into you.
âCum then baby.â He leans over you, tattooed hand wrapped around your neck, just because he can, while his other hand snakes between your legs to pinch your clit. You cry out again, surprised but it was all you needed to have your muscles tighten and clenching around him as you reach your peak. You grip the sheets and repeatedly moan his name like a prayer on your tongue.
He slows down his pace and grinds his thickness into you to help you ride your high. He kisses your shoulder and calls you a good baby girl until his lips lock with yours. Itâs a sweet kiss that youâll overthink about, itâs too intimate but you crave it. Jungkook pulls away and kisses the tip of your nose, your cheek and your brow before smiling.
âMy turn,â He slaps your ass and leans up again, he means business now,â Iâm gonna make this pussy mine.â
He gave no other warning besides his hands on your waist. But one buck of his hips was all you needed to know that he was desperately holding back before. Heâs set a merciless rhythm, cock throbbing as your pussy sucked him back in. Heâs close, you can tell since his nails are digging into your hips, just like they did when he held your wrists as he released on your tongue the other day.
âYou donât know how long Iâve wanted this Y/n,â Jungkook grunts as he feels his edge,â dreamt about this cunt for so long, now itâs all mine.â
You nod your head, too tired to fight him on this and maybe because youâre ok with the idea of being his toy. If this is how he fucks, you really donât mind. His hips stutter when he feels you take his hand to grasp your breast, making him roughly squeeze it. Jungkook feels you tighten around him, almost hindering his movement, but that doesnât stop him.
You clench to help him reach his high, your fingers moving his to play with your nipple. Jungkook pulls his hand away so he can pull out and fist his aching girth. Choked whines accompany squirting cum that lands wherever it wants, some land on your ass and some on your swollen cunt. It was too beautiful for Jungkook to stay away from so his fingers stroke your lips to smother his cum into your clit. He wonât fuck it into you but heâll enjoy the way you tremble and smother your face in your pillow.
You swat his hand away and finally let your body slump in your bed. You close your eyes, way more than satisfied, worn out, but happy you got tossed around. Jungkook recollects himself, he watches your sleepy figure and chuckles. He let himself go a little hard so now he has to deal with the aftermath all on his own. He gets up to look for anything to clean you with, he makes sure to use soft hands since your skin was already irritated from him. He looks for his clothes and folds them neatly since he doesnât like wrinkles. Jungkook puts your own clothes in your hamper and is about to tuck you in but you suddenly grab his wrist, thinking he was going to leave.
But you werenât going to let him leave now, no way is he getting away with fucking you like that without treating you to breakfast.
âOh no, youâre making me breakfast brat.â Itâs the last thing you say before your eyelashes flutter shut. Jungkook shakes his head before slipping next to you to pull you into his arms, face buried in your hair like he was made to be there. He sighs blissfully, he wasnât planning on leaving, youâre not getting rid of him so easily. So heâll gladly make you breakfast.
Maybe heâll get another taste of you while heâs at it.
Uhmm please take this gift as an apology for not finishing Kissing Snowflakes, itâs not turning out how I want and becoming too mushy !! Iâll have it done soon đŤ°đ˝
Also please Im literally begging, send me and ask, tell me how you like it, if youâd like to see more !! I really want to know what you guys think!!
Love, Che~
Taglist if I took you off but you had interacted to merry kinkmas pls lmk and Iâll add you back on!!
summary: he was the villain. you were the hero. yoongi will make you his.
warnings: sexual content, slight dom + sub thing, missionary, doggy, unprotected sex, creampie, he slaps her like once but its not abusive, sex in a church tower, yoongi canât not be rough (he has a breakdown over it) fantasy au. villain yoongi. starts yandere then changes. daechwita yoongi but not the one with long hair the one with the undercut.
words: 5k
A/N: not sure if i like this. not proof read. i tried to write yoongi as yandere the whole way through but i just have a soft spot for this man and couldnât do it.
summary. fragile little jeonggukâs innocence attracted you so much.
pairing. jeon jeongguk x fem!reader
warnings. corruption kink, jeongguk is a virgin, reader is experienced, their parents are downstairs while they fuck upstairs, jeongguk cries, soft dom reader, subby jeongguk, unprotected sex, dry humping, good boy kink, jeongguk loves readers boobs, jeongguk is whiny and needy, LOTS of praising, cock riding, jeongguk is a peeping tom đŤŁ, virgin kink.
word count. 3k
a/n. HELLOOOOOO! here it is, finally! itâs been a long two months but the wait is over! genuinely, thank you so much for all the support and patience! i know you guys have been waiting for what feels like FOREVER for this. ENJOY xx
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There was an addictive scent you couldnât get enough of. You craved it, you wanted it. And that was the scent of pure innocence. Pure innocence which belonged to none other than the boy next door, Jeon Jeongguk.
Jeongguk was a nineteen-year-old boy who reeked of purity and good â two things of which you werenât. He was a virgin, you were sure of this, it was pretty obvious. And you wanted nothing more than to take that from him.Â
Satisfaction washed over you whenever heâd get all flustered around you, trying to keep his eyes away from your tits, whenever you wore those sundresses. Or when he hesitated to even touch your shoulders when you hugged him. Hell, he barely even looked at you. Jeongguk thought you were so beautiful he was scared if he stared at you long enough, heâd jizz his pants right then and there.
It was evening, the sun was barely setting, and it was about three hours before Jeongguk and his parents had to go over to your house for dinner tonight. As you both live next door to each other, you got a view into Jeonggukâs bedroom and vice versa. Today, you had your curtains wide open, so your entire bedroom was exposed to Jeongguk.
As the boy sat on his bed, fiddling with his guitar â something he liked to do in his free time, he took a few peeks into your room. He didnât mean to, but his eyes had a mind of their own. And then you walked in, nothing but a towel wrapped around your naked body, hair wet from the shower.
Jeongguk inhaled deeply, whipping his eyes away from you back to his guitar. But oh, it was so hard. He peeked again, and your towel was nowhere to be seen. You were naked, back towards Jeongguk, as you searched for an outfit in your closet. The boy froze. Your back and ass were on full display. Jeongguk couldnât tear his eyes away now.Â
Taking the dress on the hanger out of your closet, you turned around, walking to your vanity. Now Jeongguk had gotten a full view of everything. He finally got to see what those big tits of yours looked like out of those stupid, tight sundresses you wore.Â
He felt his cock twitch in his jeans. He whimpered. No, this couldnât be happening. He didnât want it to happen. He got a boner because of you. You and your beautiful body. He felt filthy. He felt gross. He felt as if he was crossing boundaries by looking at your naked body without your consent. He felt like a creep, a stalker. God, how was he gonna face you at dinner tonight?
Jeongguk would rather give himself blue balls than take care of his boner that you caused. He didnât want to jerk off to you, especially when heâd be face to face with you in a few hours. So he didnât take care of it. He shut his curtains, locking himself in his bedroom so his boner would go away before he had to go over to yours with his parents.
After getting ready, you spent the remaining time laying on your bed, scrolling through your phone. Your head shot up when the chiming sound echoed throughout the house, indicating the ringing of the doorbell.
âY/N, would you get that please?â Your father yelled from downstairs.
You got up from your bed, practically running down the stairs in excitement. You finally got to see Jeongguk, the pretty boy you wanted so bad.
You opened the door, greeting Mrs. and Mr. Jeon. And then there was Jeongguk with his cute fluffy brown bowl cut, white dress shirt, and skinny jeans. Men wore skinny jeans but Jeongguk was the only man youâve seen who really looked good in them. They suited him so perfectly. You loved how they hugged his muscular thighs.
âHey, Gukkie.â You smiled.
Fuck. Jeonggukâs breath hitched and he gulped. Another fucking sundress. The white sundress hugged your waist perfectly, showing off your perfect body. Smooth, soft legs on full display. Your breasts were spilling out of that dress, your cleavage was peeking out, and then he remembered when he actually saw your bare tits earlier when he was peeking into your room like a fucking freak.
âH- Hey.â He said, hands awkwardly in his pockets.
âCome here,â You encouraged, holding your arms out for him.
Shit, shit, shit! Please donât make me do this!
He stood there awkwardly before you yanked his arm and pulled him into you. His body collided against yours and he went stiff. His hands shook as they gently made contact with your waist. Your arms went behind his neck, pulling him into you more. This was exactly why he hated hugging you, it took everything in him to control himself when he felt your soft breasts against his hard chest. He hated touching you, feeling dirty for being so close to you knowing he has dirty fantasies about you that he tries to shake out of his head. You pulled away from the hug before shutting the door and dragging him to the kitchen with you by his hand while he was stumbling behind you, trying to kick off his shoes.
The food was done and everyone was finally sat at the dinner table. You sat next to Jeongguk of course. The adults talked to one another as you and Jeongguk sat next to each other, eating in silence. Wanting to gain his attention, you snaked your hand on his meaty thigh, rubbing softly. Jeongguk froze and he looked at you confused. You said nothing but winked and returned to your food.
âSo Y/N, howâs college going?â Mrs. Jeon asks.
You blinked. College was amazing. Youâd been to more parties in a month than you had your entire high school experience. You managed to build up your alcohol tolerance every time you went to a frat house and your body count had gotten higher and higher. But you couldnât tell her that.
âYeah, itâs going great.â
âOh come on, honey. I went to college too, you can be honest with me.â She laughs.
âWell, the work is pretty stressful.â Lies. You wouldnât know that because you barely studied or did your homework. The only thing you really did was attend your classes. After that, youâd go home, get ready, and sneak out almost every night.Â
âSchoolâs tough, kid. Stay in school though. Youâre still young, you have a bright future ahead of you.â Mr. Jeon says.
âI will, Mr. Jeon.â You smile innocently at Jeonggukâs dad as you inched your hand up, groping Jeonggukâs crotch through his tight jeans. The wimpy boy jumps at your touch, the utensils clattering against the plates.
âJeongguk, are you alright, honey?â Your mother asks him.
He gulps, âI- Iâm okay. May I go to the bathroom?â
She nods, âOf course. Up the stairs, second door on the right.â
âThank you.â He says, getting up from the chair and making his way out of the dining room.
You hold back a smile and act as if you werenât the cause of his outbreak. A few minutes go by and you excuse yourself from the dining table. You make your way upstairs knocking on the bathroom.
âUh, occupied!â He says from behind the door.
âJeongguk open the door, please.â You say. You hear the door unlock before he opens it, letting you in. You walk in, shutting the door behind you. He stands there, cheeks tinted red and hair disheveled from nervously running his hands through them. âI hope I didnât make you uncomfortable down there.â
Bullshit. You knew he loved it, he was just being awkward because Mommy and Daddy were there. So, so innocent.
âNo! I just-â
You cut him off, âSo you liked it?â
The boy stands before you as if a mom just caught their child doing something they weren't supposed to do. âI- I, uhm,â
You walk towards him, laying your hand on his chest. You ran your hand down his torso to the growing bulge in his tight pants.Â
âY/N,â He moaned.
âHow about we go to my bedroom, baby? Let me help you take care of this.â
His breath hitches, âY- Yes, please.â
You grab his hand, leading him out the bathroom and into your bedroom, down the hall. You let him in first before going in after him, locking the door. You turn around and heâs standing awkwardly, his dick so hard it starts to hurt in his pants.
âSit down on the bed,â You order gently.
He sits down, wincing at his painful hard-on.
âYou poor thing. Letâs get you out of these jeans, yeah?â
He nods, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down to knees. He keeps his boxers on and leans back on his palms.Â
âHave you ever been kissed before, Gukkie?â You ask, kneeling in between his legs.
He shakes his head. You werenât surprised. He was the biggest dork you knew. But you had at least hoped heâd been kissed before.
âDo you want me to kiss you?â
âYes,â He says breathily.
And thatâs all the confirmation you need. You pull him in by his shirt, resting your hands on both sides of his neck. You reach up, pushing your lips against his. You move your lips against his as he gets familiar, copying your movements. The both of you are in a heated make out as you reach down, fingers under the band of his Calvin Kleinâs. Jeongguk lifts his hips and you break away from the kiss, pulling his boxers down. Youâre met with his long, hard cock. Clear precum leaked from his painfully red tip down to his shaft. This virgin was hiding a monster cock!Â
âGod baby, youâre so big. Gonna let me fuck myself with your huge cock?â He moans in response, throwing his head back. You use your thumb to spread the precum around his tip before you pump your hand around his length slowly. âAnswer me when I talk to you, Jeongguk.â
âY- yes, maâam. Iâll let you fuck yourself so good with my cock.â
You smile, pumping his dick faster in response.
âOh, Y/N!â He moans loudly.
âShh, baby. We donât want our parents hearing you moan like a dirty boy now, do we?âÂ
âNo, maâam. Iâm sure theyâd be very angry.â He says out of breath, as he tries to control his moans.
âVery. Now be a good boy and kiss me.â
He obeys immediately, smashing his lips against yours, kissing you sloppily. He moans quietly into the kiss as you continue to jerk him off.
He pulls his lips off of yours, resting his forehead against yours. âFeels so good,â He whispers.
âYeah?â He nods. âYou close?â
âIâm so close,â He cries.
And then you stop, taking your hand off his hard cock.
âY/N, please,â He whines, tears falling down his face.
âDonât cry, baby.â You coo, wiping the tears off his face with the pad of your thumb, âI just want you to cum inside of me, okay? Can you do that for me?â
âIâll do anything for you.â
âYouâre being so good for me, baby. Now take off your shirt.â
He lifts himself from his palms, unbuttoning his white dress shirt. He reveals his thin torso to you, prominent abs. So he was a virgin, had a nice body, and a pretty face? Jeongguk was the whole package.
âYouâre so beautiful, Gukkie.â You say. He blushes. âWanna take my dress off for me?â
He bites his lip and nods. You push your tits into his face, indicating he pull the string in front of your chest to loosen the dress. He does just that, looking at your huge breasts. He pulls the sleeves of your dress down your shoulders, to your waist, and it slips down your legs to the ground. Now you're left in nothing but your black lacy panties.
âGo on, touch me.â
He looks up at you, hesitantly bringing his hands up to grope your breasts. You sit yourself on his lap, your clothed pussy touching his bare cock, before you start grinding against him. He slides his hands behind your back, burying his face in your breasts, sucking your nipples.
âOh, Jeongguk,â You moan.
You rest one hand on his shoulder for leverage as you bury your other hand in his fluffy hair. Your clothed clit rubs against his shaft and it feels so good.
âStop, stop,â You say breathlessly, standing up from his lap.
The male looks up at you confused.
âLay on the bed.â You demand.
He pushes himself back onto the bed, laying his head on your pillows beneath your headboard. You pull your underwear off your legs before crawling up to him, giving him kisses along his torso. You kiss up his neck, to his jaw, then attach your lips to his.
Although heâs never kissed anyone, as he claims, he was damn good at it. You pulled away, kneeling above him. Your legs were on either side of his hips and you looked down at him. His eyes were focused on your slick, aching cunt.
A moan slipped out of his lips once your bare heat comes in contact with his shaft. You grind against his cock and he throws his head back in pleasure. He lets out a whiny groan, hands resting on your thighs. His neck was exposed to you, and his mouth was gaped open. If beauty was a human, itâd be Jeongguk. He was just so naturally beautiful.
âIâll put it in whenever youâre ready, baby. Just let me know.â You say, hands on his chest for leverage as you continue to buck your hips against him.
âNow, please,â He cries breathlessly. âI want you so bad, Miss.â
You chuckle, pushing his bangs out of his face. âYouâre so cute.â
You lift your hips, reaching beneath you to grab his throbbing cock in your hand. You jerk him off a few times before lining his tip up with your entrance, and then you sink into him slowly, adjusting to his size. It wasnât anything you couldnât handle, really. But Jeongguk was still surprisingly big.Â
You begin to bounce up and down on his dick repeatedly at a normal pace. You went faster and the lewd sounds of skin slapping filled the room along with the sounds of you and Jeonggukâs moans. At this point, you two were so caught up in your own pleasure to even care about your guysâ parents downstairs.
âFuck, Gukkie! Your cock feels so good inside of me! Your sweet virgin cock, oh! Iâll fuck you whenever you want me too, baby!â You moan.
He didnât know how it was possible, but he got even more turned on by your praises. He let out a strangled moan, âI- I donât think Iâm gonna last long!â
âYeah? Cum when you need to. Oh, I could fuck your cock all day.â
âCan I- can I touch you?â He asks out of breath.
âYou donât need to ask, bunny,â You chuckle. He was asking for consent to put his hands on you while his dick was literally inside of you. He was too good for this cruel world. âYou can touch me all you want. Iâm all yours.â
So he brings his hands to you, hesitantly groping your tits. God, he loved these so much. He couldnât believe he got to see them, suck on them, and touch them all in the same day.
âKiss me, please.â He begs.
You smile, pushing his hair behind his ear, before leaning down and kissing him softly. He moans and whimpers into the kiss, hands moving to your waist and gripping your sides. Suddenly, his mouth gapes open and his thick, white ropes of cum shoot into you, filling you up.
âOhh,â He moans loudly.Â
Then it hits you that your parents are still downstairs as are his, and you two were being recklessly loud. You bring your palm over his mouth, muffling his loud, whiny moans.
âSo handsome when you cum, bunny.â He continues to moan against your palm as he shakes and writhes beneath you. âYou gonna be a good boy and let me keep riding your dick until I cum?â
He nods vigorously and you remove your hand from his mouth, âI will let you. Iâll let you use me for your own pleasure. Iâll let you do anything to me. Anything you want. Just wanna be your good boy.â
âSuch a good boy for me.â You say before lifting yourself up from his body and riding him once again.Â
You bounce up and down, trying to chase your own orgasm. The overstimulation makes Jeongguk whimper beneath you like a little puppy. And itâs so cute. You giggle in adoration.
âIâm so close, Bunny. Fuck. Oh, I could fuck your cock all day and never get tired of it. Being such a good boy for me, letting me use you like a toy.â
He licks his bottom lip before biting it in between his teeth. It was probably an unintentional action, but it drove you over the edge. Your mouth gaped open, your hips slowed down, and you were cumming around his cock. You shivered, riding yourself throughout your orgasm. Jeongguk quietly hissed at the way you clenched around him and the overstimulation was starting to hurt. Luckily, you lifted yourself off of him.
His softened cock falls out of you, onto his pelvic bone. He looks down at it, amazed at your essence all over him. You chuckle, laying down next to him. You snuggle into his neck, throwing your arm over him, softly pulling at his soft hair.
âYou did amazing, Jeongguk.âÂ
âThank you.â
You kiss his cheek, âOf course,â
He gulps. He looks nervous. Your eyebrows furrow.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âHow did you know?â
âThat you wanted to fuck me?â
âW- well I wouldnât say such a vile word like th-â
âYour curtains were wide open, Bunny. Felt your eyes on me the whole time. Then I saw they had shut while I was doing my make-up. And youâre not very good at controlling your body language.â
âOh.â
You chuckle.
âItâs okay, Gukkie. You donât have to hide it anymore. Iâm all yours now.â
pair. writer! namjoon x f. reader | genre. age gap romance, obsession, love at first sight, angst | warnings. corruption kink, profanity, slight stalker behavior, daddy kink, pet names, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, power imbalance, just filthy sex tbh | word count. 3.7k
synopsis. âtell me pretty baby, have you ever been fucked up against a wall?â or namjoon is completely enamored by your angelic innocence, and absolutely has to claim you.
Kim Namjoon spent most of his time reading.
His most recent binge had been Murakami books, the woman through a manâs point of view, and while fascinatingâit lacked depth. Intensity. This author clearly understood the peculiar sex very little, was entirely focused on his love for them, and their reaction to it. If it was Namjoon, heâd let them lead the narrative, while heâd step back and observe.
Women were to be observed, understood, before approached. This is how he found you, a perfect little angel in your white dress, sipping coffee outside his neighborhoodâs cafĂŠ, softly talking to a grey, stray cat, your hand extended out for it, your fingers delicate in their calling. You stopped him dead on his tracks. He could do nothing but stare.
You looked so peaceful in your oblivion, your hair up and away from your face, a book propped on your knees. Namjoonâs feet moved without his knowledge, his mind replaying one thingâI have to see your face, your beautiful features, I need to meet you, sweetheart. Shamefully, his cock stirred in his pants, alerting him of his improper intentions. No matter. He couldnât control his response to you, didnât want to.
Walking in the coffeehouse, he leaned against the tall counter, head lazily falling into his open palm, gaze following your every move. Ordering his usual drink, he gathered the courage to approach you. You seemed to like this cat, so, perhaps an animal lover, and you most certainly were a readerâit was a start, an opening for him.
Clouds were beginning to gather, September coming to an end, but you paid no mind to them, your eyes scanning the pages of whatever you were reading. His writer brain was romanticizing your entire existence, was picturing you under him, in his arms, consumed, defiled, claimed. A pretty little thing dancing in the rain, running towards him, laughing, the outline of your breasts visible for anyone to see.
Henry Miller wouldâve been one jealous fucker if heâd ever known you were out there, years ahead of him, a muse for the taking. Namjoon thanked every fucking God known for putting you in his way. Bukowski would be having a field day fantasizing about your honey dripping thighs and sweet pussy. You are every writerâs dream, sweetheart, and do you even realize?
âBeautiful choice,â he comments on the book in your lap, coming to stand over you, desperately trying not to lose it over your angel features.
You jump, startled, and look up to witness the most breathtaking man youâve ever come across in your life, smiling down at you. You smile back without meaning to, your back straightening, your shoe clad feet touching the pavement.
âAnaĂŻs is for the bold,â you retort, voice light, motioning for him to sit in the empty chair opposite you.
Heâs massive, with strong arms and long legs. He thanks you softly and takes the seat, paper cup in hand, eyes piercing through you in an identifiable way. You shiverâblame it on the chilly day.
âAre you bold, then?â He asks cryptically, leaning into you. You feel exposed, but intrigued. So incredibly intrigued.
You falter in giving him your answer. You donât even know his name. You donât think it matters. âIâI try, I think.â
He smirks, and pulls away, taking with him his amber scent and magnetism. You miss it as soon as itâs gone. You reason with yourself, try to find an explanation for your thoughtâs reactionâyour bodyâs.
âIâm Namjoon, sweetheart. What should I call you?â His voice was velvet; deep, and manly. It radiated through you.
Closing the book, you instead chose to hold your coffee cup between your hands, a distraction from the intense man pinning you down with those dark eyes. His black leather jacket accentuated his big shoulders, the buzz cut on the top of his head making him appear meaner than he actually was. Namjoon was older, you could tell. It scared you, but in the way rollercoasters make you nervous, or in the way thunder cracked in the night, somewhere far away, miles and miles from you. Bark with no bite.
â(Y/N),â you reply, licking your dry lips.
He follows the movement. âPrettyâ(Y/N),â he tries it in his mouth, the sound sinful, inviting. âItâs beautiful.â
He sees your cheeks flush crimson, your head dropping to hide. Namjoon is an intuitive person, a risk-taking man. His fingers reach out, his index lifting your face to look at him. Your breathing has changed, youâre not accustomed to flirting, much less compliments from strangers, itâs all there for him to see. His innocent baby. Heâd take his time with you. You deserved nothing lessâheâd give you the fucking world, if you so wished.
âAre you a lover of books?â You ask, wanting to break the incantation, disperse the intensity of the moment.
His hand drops, the touch that lit a fire inside of you burning still, bright and strong heading lower, in between your legs, gone in an instant. You mourned for it, yearned for his hand to come back, touch you somewhere else. Your thoughts were shameless, your deepest desires but a breath away.
âYou could say that,â he sips from his cup, calm and collected, legs crossed, studying you. âIâm a writer.â
âNo way!â You exclaim, your cute reaction eliciting a laugh out of him. How adorable, he thinks, watching your nose scrunch up, your small, fuckable mouth curving in a smile that knocks the wind out of him.
âWhat about you, angel?â
âIâm a sophomore in college. Literature.â
Of course you are, his smart girl. He needs you to know, before he proceeds. He needs you to vocally say itâs okay for him to court you, to make you his. He wonât lay another finger on you until you do so.
âSweetheart, you understand the age gap between us, donât you?â
The part you dreaded. The truth. âYes,â you say loud enough for just him to hear.
Namjoon leaves his now cold drink on the table, leans forward, forearms resting on top of his knees, fingers lacing together, a serious expression on his flawless face. Is this how it happens, you think? One day, out of the blue, no warning, no signs? Love, plainly in sight, asking you to accept it? You canât say no. You donât want to say no, knowing the difficulties, the struggles that entails.
âOne word of yours and Iâm out of your life. Youâre holding the reigns,â he explains, but his eyes are terrified of you rejecting this, of scorning him, of sending him away after heâs found you, an oasis after a long dry desert.
He wants to love you madly. He wants to fuck you senseless, and ruin you for any other man. Most of all, he wants you to want the same things. Eight years isnât a lot, but itâs a lifetime apart.
âYouâyou like me?â Your lips fall open, your chest deflates.
Oh, sweetheart, you might not be ready for what I feel for you, what Iâm planning to do to youâitâs beyond words. Beyond reason.
âAs soon as I saw you. Iâm not a talkative person, (Y/N), I donât walk up to just any girl.â There go those eyes again, haunting your soul, turning you inside out.
You blink, surprised at his honesty, at the bluntness of his words. In your twenty years on this earth, youâve never been more sure of anything. This man will show you things youâve never seen before, take you to places youâve only dreamed of. Heâs experienced, heâs an all rounded person.
Heâs handsome. His mouth begs to be kissed.
âI like you too,â you admit, but refuse to meet his gaze.
He canât have that. His fingers shoot out again, gently bringing your face level to his. Rain droplets release themselves from the puffy clouds. You donât react to any of it, hypnotized under him, under his irresistible touch.
âIt will be more than that. I need to know if youâll be able to handle it, pretty girl. Iâm not going to be your high school boyfriend.â
âI understand.â Your thighs clench together, your breathing erratic.
Namjoon notices, of course he does. âAre you a virgin, baby?â
Your eyelashes flutter, the red painting your cheeks turning a shade darker, your skin hot under his palm. Heâs closer than ever, this broad man asking if he can take care of you. Youâre endeared. Your heart is weak.
âIâmâno. A boy in my senior year,â you reply, embarrassed. Excited.
His eyes flash, something dark stirring in them, before itâs gone instantly. Jealousy. But, why? You couldnât have possibly known, and even thenâŚthe danger. The forbidden. No, that couldnât have been it.
Why hadnât you waited? Who dared touched you before him? His muse, his perfect girl. Thoughts that had no place being voiced out loud, in fear of sounding insane. He would never admit to them.
âThen tell me pretty baby, have you ever been fucked up against a wall?â
His lips were but a breath away. You wanted to give in so badly, anything he wanted, youâd become pudding in his hands, melt away if that meant youâd be with him, if that meant heâd take you with him everywhere. His question. You stayed silent.
âUse your words, (Y/N). Iâm not doing anything without your consent.â
You were so wet. So incredibly wet. If only he knew the influence his words had on you⌠He only had to reach a hand under your dress, touch your core. Then heâd realize just how inexperienced you truly were.
âNever,â you whisper.
You exchanged breaths, your eyes falling shut in the thought of his lips on yours, and it almost happened, the ghost of them faintly pressing, a gentle caress, before he pulls away completely, his hand finding yours, pulling you up with him.
âSweetheart, you have no idea what you just did to me,â an arm wrapping around your waist, bringing you closer, your head at level with his chest, a man, standing before you, asking to have you.
âI should wait, I should take you out and make sure youâre fed, take care of you, every fucking inch of you, before I even begin to thinkâdo you want this?â His voice is vibrating, filled with his desire, breath now tickling your ear, a whisper between lovers.
You just met Namjoon. You donât know anything about him, nothing but your attraction to him. Your bodyâs reaction. So what if this was a bad decision? He didnât look like a bad guy. Anais Nin wasnât second guessing herself when she fell into an affair with Henry Miller. It just happened, their souls spoke to each other clearly. Could this be what was happening?
You wanted him inside you. You wanted what he offered, every bit of it. Yes, yes, yes.
âTake me with you, Namjoon.â
Together you run, belongings forgotten; the rain had turned from a faint whispering to a thundering roar in a split second, and it didnât take long for the both of you to get completely drenched in it, tasting sky water, your small hand in his bigger one, holding tight, fingers intertwining.
He only had to look back once. Your dress was see-through, he could see your white undergarments, the silk of your panties, the cups of your bra. Namjoon growled, a guttural noise boiling from his throat. Immediately, he pulled you in between two buildings, a narrow alleyway leading to apartmentsâ fire escapes unraveling in the length of it.
Leading you under a small shed, he made sure you were against the wall, covered, while he let his arms rest above your head, your bodies touching. He looked down at you, his breathing labored, and he saw the skin glistening, the fabric sticking on every curve, those pink lips open, fast breaths exhaled.
He kisses you, then. Takes your lips as his own, traps you in his embrace. You taste like cold rain, but when his tongue slips past, thereâs hints of coffee with milk. Namjoon smiles against your mouth, hands getting lost in your hair, steadying themselves at the nape of your neck, cupping your jaw, your chinâyou fit right into him, so small, so precious. Heâs going to love corrupting you, tainting you.
âHas anyone ever touched youâŚhere?â His fingers bunch your dress up, dip under it, over your slick. You gaspâhe marvels at your expression.
âNo? Baby talk to me, use your pretty mouth,â he kisses you again, his digits moving over your panties. Youâre moving with them, rubbing against them, itâs all wet wet wetâ
âNo one.â Your nails dig into his jacket. He sighs dreamily; youâre a vision for him. An angel send.
âDid that boy not know how to please you, baby? He just shoved his fucking dick in you carelessly?â His voice grew rough, anger rippling through him. âYou deserve so much better than that, sweetheart. You deserve to be loved, to be caressedâŚâ
With one hand slipping inside your panties, fingers curling, entering you slowly, the other one ran up and down your thigh, gripping at your waist, snaking its way to the small of your back, and back down. You couldnât focus on anything but the pumping movements inside you, the long digits bringing you pleasure, making your cunt ache, clench around them.
Namjoon was hiding you from view with his entire body. This was only for him to see, but it also served as a test. To see how far you were willing to go with him.
âYouâre doing so well, my sweet girl. So tight, so wet for me⌠I want to taste you, baby, I want to inhale you. Will you let me?â
Your moans were music to his ears. They started as low pants, your hand blocking most of them, your cheeks that familiar pink shade. He saw it happen, as his fingers curled a specific way, the way your legs fell open wider, the way your voice turned a pitch higher than before, unable to hold back, helpless against your pleasure. Namjoon was rock hard, stifled in his pants.
But that would come shortly. First, he needed to show youâwhat he can do. What you could have every single day, everywhere, as soon as you spoke the words. Heâd cater to your every need, be whatever you wanted him to be. As long as he could have you, take you, own you.
A smack on your ass. Your eyes shot open, staring wide at him. He lifted you up at once, arm under those plump cheeks, his fingers still fucking your cunt vigorously. You yelped, held onto his shoulders in fear of falling, but quickly grew overwhelmed, your volume rising. Fuck him, youâre so fucking hot.
âTell Daddy, my sweet girlâwill you let me have a taste of your cunt?â
âOh, please,â you whined, your head falling in the crook of his neck, your thoughts a jumbled mess. âPlease.â
He neednât be told twice. With your feet planted firmly on the ground again, he removed his hand from your panties, kneeling down in front of you, rain sipping through him, as he lifted your dress up. Namjoon looked up at you through his eyelashes, before he ripped that silk right off you, diving right into your slick.
Divine. Heâs had a lot of sex, has tasted a lot of women, but none could ever compare to you, to your sweet fucking cunt. It was pure Heaven. And the way your back curved against the wall, pushing his head into you, his tongue swiping your wetness, sucking your clitâit was enough to make you cum. He slurped all of it up, fingers finding their way again into your warm hole. Heâd blow, he fucking swears. Your beautiful voice moaning out his name, wet all over, a Goddess for him, as he laps your intoxicating juices. He drinks you up, he makes it his lifeâs mission.
âFucking tell me, sweetheart, has anyone ever had a lick of this pussy? You know it belongs to me now, donât you?â
You nod your head, losing your mind. He hasnât even fucked you yet, and youâre convulsing this hard. His baby.
âWords.â
âYes, daddy, yes! Please,â you sob, âpleaseâŚfuck me, pleaseâŚâ
He locks you in place, his hands on your ass, determined to make you cum with his tongue, before his cock is anywhere near you. His impatient girl, so lost in feeling, such a slut for him, for what heâs giving you. Heâs never had such a perfect woman.
When he started working both his fingers and mouth again, this time aggressively, his only motive was to get that pussy to drench him, to have your cum dripping from his chin. And it did just that when his thumb flicked over your clit relentlessly, tongue moving just underneath, three fingers deep. Your nails dug into his scalp, your entire body convulsing. He rubbed his stubby jaw on your lips, inhaling deeply. Your scent, uniquely yoursâhe now knew how you smelled. Truly. He would never be able to let you go.
âFuck, sweetheart, youâre killing me. Ready for me? Ready to give me another one?â He muttered, hands on your breasts, dropping kisses on your neck, before unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants. âI love the way you cum. I canât wait to have you on my bed, have my way with you. Youâll let me, yes baby? Youâll let Daddy defile you, pretty thing?â
You looked down at his girth, swallowing thickly. Namjoon chuckled darkly, allowing you to see what would enter you. He pumped himself a couple times, his other hand rubbing your pussy, making sure you were wet enough for him. You just looked so fucking innocent, all fucked out. He attacked your mouth once again, biting down on your lip.
âDo you taste yourself? My delicious fucking girl.â
He enters you slowly, brows furrowed, savoring the tightness. Once he bottoms out, he stills in you, letting you get used to him, his will made of iron. Your fingers wrap around his biceps as you take a deep breath through the sting of his cock.
âAre you okay, baby?â He asks, worried.
âYes,â you reply at once. âGo on.â
He hikes your thigh up and around his torso, as he lifts you up. You wrap around him and thatâs fucking itâhe loses it. His cock brutally starts pistoling into you, holding you tight against him. You meet his thrusts halfway, before it becomes too much for you to handle, instead becoming his personal little fuck doll to pound senseless. And he does. His moves are exact; sharp, and precise. Heâs hitting everything inside you, the position as well as the thickness of his cock filling you up to the brim, until all you can think is him him him, inside your cunt, fucking you dumb.
âCall me by my name, sweetheart,â he pants in your ear, bouncing you on his dick.
âNamjoon,â you weakly moan, your breaths coming short, on the brink of passing out.
âMy name,â he repeats harshly, ramming into you once, twiceâ
You throw your head back in ecstasy. âDaddy! Fuck, donât stop! Keep fucking me please, please, Iâm so fucking close daddy, please!â
âThatâs my fucking angel.â
He does just that, until he can feel you spasming, until youâre screaming, begging, crying, coming on his cock, his desperate whore, getting fucked so good, isnât she, bounce on my fucking dick, baby, ride it out, thatâs right, milk me, fucking own me, my sweet fucking baby, youâre so beautiful, so fucking hot, give me a kissâ
âWhere do you want me, baby? Tell Daddy, fuck youâre clenching me so goddamn hard right now, sweetheart, please.â
âInside, please inside, I want your cum inside of me, please,â you beg, and he almost fucking chokes on his spit.
His thrusts are fast, hard and sloppy now, bruising your pussy, chasing after his own release, his mouth filthyâyou want me inside this fucking cunt, donât you my perfect fucking baby, my little slut, youâre gonna let daddy paint your walls white, wonât you, squeeze me dry, baby, fuck, come on, clench those tight fucking walls, goddamn you, I want to die in this pussy, please babyâ
His arms tighten around you as he comes, and you let him; you let him calm down, for his breathing to even out, as he slips out of you, and carefully unwraps your legs from his hips, planting kisses on your shoulders, water dripping from his hair. The thunderstorm still hasnât passed, raging on beyond the shelter of this shed.
âIâve never experienced anything like this,â you confess as he fixes your hair, your dress, adjusts the straps, gives you his jacket to make up for the lack of underwear, and even though itâs several sizes too big on youâhe cares.
It wasnât just a lie to have a quickie with you. He took his time to explore your body, to study what makes you tick, what sends you over the edge. You didnât even know his last name, but he knew his way around your pussy the best, better than you it felt like.
His eyes are fond, staring down in adoration. âI want to make you feel good for as long as you let me, sweetheart. Iâm not here to hurt you.â
You hug him, then, your arms not quite reaching all around him. But itâs enough for him. More than enough. He thinks heâll fall in love with you so easily. Youâre the most adorable thing heâs ever witnessed. He wants to hide you away, put you in his pocket and carry you everywhere.
âWhatâs your last name?â You ask innocently, head still buried in his chest.
He barks a laugh out, squeezing you in him, the vibration of it radiating through you. âShouldâve mentioned it, huh? Itâs Kim, angel. Kim Namjoon.â
âKim Namjoon,â you try it. It soundsâŚwholesome. âHi, Kim Namjoon.â
âHello, baby.â
The two of you stood there for a long time, waiting the storm out in each otherâs arms. Namjoon couldnât stop smiling, didnât want to, never wanted to, ever again.
You couldnât stop staring at himâhe felt like the sun peeking after the gray of the clouds. Warm, important.
[baby don't go; i'm bad at being alone drabble] where the sanctity of a kitchen counter is ruined
w/c: 3.6k
warnings: breeding kink, impreg kink, slight d/s dynamics, jk is kinda mean omfg, fucking on a kitchen counter, they r soooooo fucking in love omg, unprotected sex which is BAD!
jungkook thinks there is no greater prize than domesticity. he has you, and every square inch of this shared apartment is a holy reminder of it; your framed photos on his walls, your lipstick prints on his coffee mug, your clothes in his drawer, you in his clothes, standing in his bathroom and in his shower and in the entranceway and in his kitchen.
wherever he turns, he finds something that reminds him that youâre with him, and he thinks each little speck of you in the nooks of his home are the answers â and if thereâs just one true answer, he thinks itâs this.
to set the scene, picture a fallâs sunday morning somewhere in manhattan. thereâs him, face still coated with sleep, footsteps heavy out of the bathroom, and thereâs you. in the kitchen, a sweater too big for you hanging off your frame so the sun that pours in catches your skin like a halo. thereâs you, with your hair pulled back to bare your neck, unraveled in all your glory, only for him to see. no lawyer, no boundaries, no walls put up, breathing life into every memory in the pictures hung up on his fridge when you move and the sun finally catches them, palms of your hand kissing the granite counters â
jungkook has these moments often, when he can feel the ground sweep from underneath his feet simply upon staring at you because how could he not? heâs spent half his life loving you, and the realization that he has you now settles between his ribs until he finds it difficult to fully inhale.Â
itâs a sunday morning, and there may be just one answer in his life, and itâs you.
âyouâre up?â
your voice gives him something to hold onto, something tangible to grasp as he blinks dumbly, trying to fathom what youâve just asked when you look like that.
âhuh? u-uh, yeah. morninâ baby.â
youâre pulling a pan out of the cabinet that the both of you spent meticulously organizing on move-in day when he realizes that youâre about to make him breakfast, something he hates when you do alone. it really makes sense now; waking up before him and leaving him in bed when sleeping in on sundays is the âhighlight of your entire weekâ, in your own words, the laced confusion in the tone of your voice when youâd asked him if he was awake.
jungkook crosses over the threshold of the kitchen, hands gentle on your wrists as he pulls the frying pan away from your hands, choosing to wrap them around his waist instead. he smells your shampoo from this proximity, smells his laundry detergent and his cologne in the knitted sweater you have on. he hears your yelp of surprise, and sees the way your eyebrows furrow when you realize his what his incentive is.
âi was gonna cook, jungkook, what the fucââ
there is something about jungkookâs disdain for getting a meal cooked for him that youâve never understood. back when you were kids, if anyone but his mother even attempted to make him food, heâd throw a fit, and that extended well into college when heâd snatch kettles for you when youâd try to boil him some water.
itâs never bled into his love for having other things done for him â heâd always be the first one to open his mouth and hand you a spoon to feed him, always be the first to ask you to do his skincare for him, he loved being taken care of but there was just something about having food cooked for him that heâd do anything to avoid, if the way his lips are attached to the side of your neck are any indication.
they feel soft on your skin, enough to make any rational thoughts, any questions as to why he hates you cooking for him; enough to make anything beyond the eruption of chills over your body dissipate into the cold morning. his inked hand splays across the expanse of your left thigh, calloused fingers dimpling your warm skin as he noses his way up to your jaw in soft nuzzles.
âwhatâs gotten ââ you pause to chuckle breathlessly and jungkook swears his eyes flash white for a second. âwhatâs gotten into you, hm?â
he pauses for a second, to tilt his neck up and smile against the angle of your jaw before laying a small kiss over the skin. ânothing. just, I think you look real pretty in my clothes.â
you open your mouth to protest, but jungkook takes advantage of it to slot his lips against yours before you can deny him the privilege of complimenting you. the way he bites your bottom lip, the silent permission he asks for before licking into your mouth with just enough fervency to spur you on, combined with his words hanging heavy in the air sends sporadic chills down your skin until they settle as a deep yearning at the pit of your stomach.Â
itâs not often that jungkook takes you in the kitchen, preferring the couch, the bed or someplace where he can protect the sanctity of the literal meals you eat, but thereâs something about the way youâre panting against his lips, hips bucking up into nothing when he hasnât even begun yet, something about the desperation that laces your hands as they trace down the expanse of his back that has him throwing all rationality out the window in favor of twirling you around in his arm to press you against the granite.
your lips are pretty and pink, slightly agape as you tilt your head back into his shoulders, out of breath from how heâs just kissed you. he feels quite literally unhinged at the sight, his sweater falling off your shoulders when he pushes his hands down your body, aching, yearning to feel every square inch of you as soon as he can. jungkookâs body has a mind of its own now, hips pushing yours into the counter in front of you until your eyebrows knit in discomfort â
âwait, wait jungkook,â you turn yourself around in his hold, opting to lift your body onto the counter instead. his face searches yours, eyes wide in worry but you couldnât care less, nothing but a breathy chuckle leaving your mouth as you pull him in between your legs, wrapping them around his waist. ânothingâs wrong. just this counter is really painful.â
he responds with another kiss, this time a lot more fervent as he tilts his head up into yours, lips moving in tandem with yours, hands intertwined with yours. itâs only when he breaks away to kiss down the column of your throat do you register just how hot this ordeal is; just how hot it is when he loses all of his composure to fuck you sitting on the kitchen counter. the thought barely lingers though, because you feel his deft fingers untangle from yours to run down the curve of your waist till he reaches the hem of his sweater, unceremoniously pulling it up and away from your body.
his kisses dot your sternum, body wracking with a shiver as the cold air envelopes you, but he doesnât let you suffer for long, moving his arms so he can wrap you in his own body warmth. the small love bites he leaves are now filthy licks that he leaves, blowing on the trail of spit to torture your senses further, to leave you wanting him, wanting his embrace, needing him. jungkook seems pleased, too, finding your nipples hard from the cold when he finally trails the tip of his tongue down to your boobs. his hands cup the both of them, lips latching on to your right nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive skin until your back arches violently, hips lifting from the granite until he tsks against your chest.
âstay down, honey,â his voice comes out muffled, and you canât tell if itâs because his mouth is full, or if itâs because your brain is so fuzzy from the pleasure that sparks against every nerve ending in your body. âbe good.â
be good. his gentle assertion sends a wave of arousal down into your panties as he switches boobs, opting to pinch and flick at the one heâs wet so expertly with his mouth. your moans are choked out, head tilted to the ceiling, eyes shut tightly like youâre already on the precipice of release when he hasnât even touched your pussy yet â itâs ridiculous how easy you are, something he mumbles out when heâs mapping out your stomach with his lips.
âjesus, baby. look at you. youâd fuck the counter if it meant getting off, huh?â
thereâs a bite to his voice, just enough of a humorous lilt to let you know that heâs not actually being mean, and with the character of his words, the reassurance makes warmth bloom in your stomach, colored in with the arousal already settled in there. you canât reply, something he doesnât notice as he looks up at you, teeth nipping at the hem of your underwear.Â
your hands travel down into his hair, manicured nails gently scratching at the scalp until his gaze on you falters, the reminder that he was sound asleep barely fifteen minutes ago making way to the front of his mind before he remembers the task at hand.Â
jungkook shifts his weight to his knees, kissing along the fabric of your panties until youâre gasping, spreading your legs for him naturally â
this is natural; heâs come up to you and has you on the counter with your entire body unraveled for him. you have him on his knees and you havenât even lifted a finger to make him feel a tenth as good as heâs made you feel. the two of you work in tandem, a testament to how well you fit each other, a testament to how soulmates donât exist â how theyâre made. itâs in the way heâs never too mean even when heâs engaging with his dominant side, the way youâre always responsive, the way the two of you have built your lives around each other. itâs the sacrifice and the redemption that comes at a head like this, with his face between your legs and the sun shining into your living room.
he gets you out of your head when he plants a kiss to your clit through the fabric of your panties before pushing his tongue against it, the adding friction from the fabric making the contact even more delicious. he has a routine, but he never makes it boring, if the way youâve readjusted yourself onto your elbows so he can get a better angle is any indication. itâs a bit sloppy, the way heâs revving his throat up to spit onto your pussy, the way heâs licking at your clit like itâs the last meal you have, the way your broken moans color the air, echo through your home.
âshit â shit, jungkook. take âem off, fuck, please.âÂ
he pulls away to look up at you, eyes narrowing at the tone of your voice before he grabs the waistband of your panties, lulling you into the false comfort of thinking heâs going to heed to your request when he really does the opposite, pulling them up between your lips. the uncomfortable friction makes you grind downwards, counterintuitively making you whimper as your swollen clit makes contact with the drenched fabric. he tugs them up gently a couple of times, before pushing his head between your legs to continue eating you out, lapping up the arousal that pools from your pussy at the exorbitant dominance heâs just displayed, along with the pressure of your panties pressing onto your clit.
the discomfort doesnât last long, though, not when heâs fucking you with his tongue, not when heâs shaking his head between your legs, and the way he has one hand between his legs to obsevenely rut into himself is indication that heâs just as turned on by this as you are. how could he not be, though, when your thighs are tense from how heâs making you feel, when your back is arched and your moans are choked in your throat because your breath is constructed from how heâs making you feel.Â
the tension in your stomach makes you pull at jungkookâs hair, needing some sort of â any sort of â release, and his gentle hums reassure you that he wonât be pulling this high away from you. he moves his tongue up to your clit, suckling on it until you writhe on the counter so he has to use his free hand to hold you down, until your orgasm is close enough that you think you can taste it on your tongue, until he has you shouting his name out.
your legs tense when you look down at him and see his eyes on you, see his eyes staring at the jiggle of your tits, the curve of your body, the way your face contorts in his wake, and you feel yourself coming undone knot by knot. itâs powerful, but jungkook helps you through it, tongue stuck out so you can ride it out for as long as you need; so you can use him for as long as you need.
thereâs a broken whimper of his name when he doesnât pull away, and you suddenly become aware of how sore your elbows are when he lifts himself up, pulling your body with him so youâre sitting upright again. the weight of your orgasm settles between your ribs, making it a bit hard to breathe, and he doesnât help by catching your lips in another kiss. you taste yourself on his lips, and his hands find their way to his sweatpants, shoving them down with practiced expertise before pulling away from the kiss.
his forehead presses against yours, eyes glinting as he smiles against your flushed skin. your breathing slows when he finally gets himself out of the confines of his boxers, and you instinctively get off the counter so you can return the favor, but his arms catch you before you can touch the ground â
âuh-uh, baby. not today, i gotta be inside you right now.â
from the looks of it, too, heâs not lying. his cock stands tall, nearly slapping the defined lines of his abdomen, pearly pre-cum dripping down the side as he jacks himself off a couple of times, pulling your legs in to wrap around his waist so he can align himself with your pussy.
he lets a small whimper out when the red tip makes contact with the warmth of your cunt, sliding it up and down until your eyes are squeezed shut in anticipation. this is part of the routine, you suppose, if you bar the times he has something to prove, bar the times he shoves himself into you all the way to the hilt until youâre preening under his body. today, he takes his sweet time, your moans mixing in the air and lingering as he mixes his pre-cum with your arousal, no doubt leaving a small puddle on your counter.
the filthiness of what youâre doing is part of what makes it so attractive; itâs like corruption in how youâre taking apart the sanctity of this part of your home, how youâre christening it with your bodies, how sex will make it purer, how itâll leave an imprint on this counter â how neither of you will ever fully look at it without envisioning this moment.
itâs only when you move your own hand down to envelope his, to just get him in you, does he slowly push himself into the wet warmth of your pussy. the stretch is never easy, even though itâs been months, but he talks you through it. always.
âcâmon baby, almost in. good girl, yeah, breathe in ââ his eyes fix on your body, watching the slow inhales, the way your lips fall open, every inch of skin he can take in as he buries himself inside of you with a low groan. âthatâs it honey. good job, baby.â
his tatted hand splays against your stomach, pressure just enough so you can really feel it, so you can feel more of him, even if his dick just kisses your cervix from this angle. the rock of his hips is intoxicating, slow and languid when he pulls himself out, gasping as every ridge of his cock is completely embraced by your pussy.Â
âfuck, fuck, jungkook, thatâs so good -â
âyeahh⌠yeah itâs good, can feel me all the way up here canât ya?â he presses down on your abdomen, chuckling as a light squeak escapes your lips. âlove your cunt, she gets all warm and soft after I get my tongue in her. look at her. go on, take a look.âÂ
his free hand tilts your jaw downwards, words coaxing your eyes open as you watch the pull of his cock in and out of your pussy, how heâs absolutely soaked whenever he pulls out.
âshit, iâm so wet, jungkook. this is so fucking good.â
for being so eloquent, youâre sure at a loss for words when youâre met with this sight, and he makes sure you know it.
âgood enough for your silly head to just go blank, huh? not a thought in your brain when your cunt has a cock in it, yeah?â
you groan, gritty and needy in response, which only seems to spur him on.
âall mine, huh? yeah? gonna make me fuck a baby into you and make it true?â
jungkook and you talk about your future openly, and kids have always been part of this equation, but itâs been silently agreed upon that now is way too soon. regardless, though, it ignites something within you that you canât suppress, and a moan tears itself out of your lungs, a gush of arousal pooling around his cock at his filthy words.
the worst part about jungkook, though, isnât the dirty talk â itâs now observant he is. and he knows, and heâs never impartial to completely using it against you.
his hips still, using one finger to lift your jaw up again so youâre staring him straight in the eye. âyou like that, huh? want me to fuck you full?â
youâre defiant, a bit embarrassed as pink coats your cheeks and you refuse to answer. he doesnât take it, though, using his hand to grab your cheeks, smushing the skin a bit until he can move your head to answer for you.Â
âgimme an answer, baby. want me dripping down your legs? hm?â
he uses the hold on your face to nod yes, continuing to fuck into you, rougher this time until the sting of his grip and the way his cock hits just the right spot makes tears gather in your eyes.
âright there, huh?â
ây-yeah, hnnngg, fuck! right fucking there, right there.â
itâs like a mantra, a repeated sequence of the only words you can think of â jungkook, fuck, right there, so good. heâs not much better at this stage, cock twitching inside you as you roll your hips up to meet him halfway.
a hand slides between your bodies, dipping down to gather the obscene amount of arousal from where his cock meets your pussy, before he uses it to rub tight figure-eights onto your clit. the coil in your stomach gets impossibly tighter, moans and the most filthy of squelching tainting the air along with skin slapping as he fucks into you relentlessly, fingers never losing their rhythm on your clit.
your head looks back, and his falls into the crook of your neck as he groan slowly into the sweaty skin. heâs beyond himself, and youâre not better if the way your legs tighten around his waist so as to bring him closer somehow is any indication.
the slam of his cock is delicious, even when it gets sloppy, even when neither of you can make out words anymore, your vision going foggy as the touch on your clit makes it too hard for you to hold off on cumming.Â
he doesnât slow down, doesnât respond other than a barely there nod into your neck, letting you get higher and higher and impossibly higher until you crash, body tensing in his tight grip as he jackhammers into you. itâs much rougher than your first, and you convulse as he holds you, as he forces you to just take it, hips getting sloppy and losing their rhythm when it dawns on him how close he is.
jungkook holds his end of the promise, moving you so your back presses against the granite, the cold a relief to your burning skin. he nearly bends you in half, cock slamming into you until he stops, burying himself all the way when you feel ropes of his cum painting all over your insides.Â
heâs quiet, a breathy whimper of your name, eyebrows knitted together like the pleasure aches, and itâs the hottest thing you swear youâve ever witnessed.Â
you lay there, and he pulls back until his soft tip is all thatâs left inside you like a plug. when he pulls it out, always true to his word, a lewd display follows, white on your skin as he leaks out of your cunt. jungkook, however, doesnât seem to think of it as anything of the sort, simply watching it in amazement until he feels your eyes burn into his face.
the look you share after is soft, and jungkook could die in this moment without regrets, because he has you, and youâve just soiled the kitchen counter and thereâs nothing else that he could want from life anymore, especially when he hears your voice:
âyou donât like me cooking for you that much?â
Summary: JK's boxing coach tells him he can't come for four weeks before his title fight. Ah, four weeks isn't that long, right? ... Right?
Genre: this is pwp, straight-up [don't look at the word count, please god, it really is just that many words of smut]; established relationship
Word count: .. 13.2k (I told you not to look!!)
Content: oral sex (m. and f. receiving), unprotected sex, masturbation (f.), orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sex toys, uh implied come eating? (It's not mentioned but he comes in her then eats her out sooooo it's happening đ), cutesy nickname (look, if it were anyone but me writing this, i'd need a warning for it, too, 'cause if you're not familiar with the names of popular British biscuits, ya about to be!! and is it cringe? perhaps, maybe, i accept that but I am also UNREPENTANT about it, so you've been warned)
BLAME: Time to apportion some blame for this. Firstly, ofc, @btsgotjams27 for starting this.
Secondly, @sunshinerainbowsbts for putting it on my dash and bringing it to my attention
Thirdly, unfortunately, it's me, for deciding to do it
A/N: OK, I need to say that I do not know anything about boxing. I had to message my Extremely Offline older sister to ask her questions and then tell her I was writing a story about a boxer so fucking prayer circle for me that she never brings it up again!!!!! Canelo Alvarez is a real super middleweight boxer and JK is taller than him but that's as far as I looked into him.
ANYWAY ENJOY!!!
FOUR WEEKS TO GO
Jungkook walks slowly, very slowly, down the corridor to the door of your apartment. He does not want to go through it. He really doesnât want to have to tell you what heâs about to.
Four weeks no sex.
Thatâs what Coach said. No sex, no masturbation, orgasms 100% completely verboten. He knows this is not going to go down well with you. From the very start of your relationship, you have never gone that long without sex. Jungkook isnât sure heâll be able to make it; heâs not sure if you will be either. A tiny part of him worries what it might do to your relationship â youâre stronger than that, arenât you? This wonât hurt your relationship, will it? Youâve been together for years now, four weeks without sex canât change anything⌠Right? Jungkook knows in his heart of hearts that itâs right but the thought of four weeks without you is so unutterably awful that he also canât believe it wonât change things.
He flops face-first onto the sofa next to you and squirms immediately as you rake a hand through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly. Absolutely none of that from now on.
âYou ok?â you ask and he canât answer because the answer is no and heâs not going to be for another four weeks, another 29 days in fact. He mumbles nothing into the sofa.
âJust tired? Training hard today?â
Training wasnât hard, especially. This conversation weâre about to have is hard, Jungkook thinks. Keeping his face shoved into the sofa cushion, he breaks the news.
âJungkook,â slight impatience in your voice now. âI cannot understand you when you talk into the sofa; whatâs going on?â
He lifts his head slightly but canât bring himself to look at you.
âCoach says we canât have sex until the fight.â
âWHAT?â
âWe canât have sex until the fight,â he repeats, quietly, miserably.
He clenches and unclenches his fists by his side, still not daring to look at you.
âBut thatâs four weeks away! Four weeks!â
âI know!â
He takes your hand and kisses it, leaning up on his elbows. He rests his head on your thigh, bumping it gently as if he were hitting it against a brick wall. He mumbles under his breath, as close as he ever got to invective against his Coach (whom he nevertheless trusts and respects deeply). Youâre being quieter than he expected you to be and it makes him nervous. He expected outraged protestations, reasoned arguments, begging and pleading. But youâre sitting and thinking.
âWhy?â you ask. âWhatâs it for?â
âHe says itâll improve my focus, power, and aggression if I donât come between now and thenâŚâ
You hum in response and he risks a peek at your face. Youâre smirking and something about it makes his stomach drop.
âSo⌠You canât come, but I can do whatever I want, hm?â
He hadnât considered that. Of course, that makes sense; youâre not wrong, but Jungkook realises this with absolute horror. Not being able to fuck you for four weeks was going to be bad enough as it is, but four weeks of getting you off without a single second of relief for him? He feels sick.
âNoooo! Baby, please. Please, you have to do this with me.â
Itâs not his usual role, but he is not above begging. You shake your head.
âNo way; four weeks is a long time and Iâm not fighting anyone.â
âI know itâs a long time! Thatâs why we have to do it together!â
âOn the contrary, my sweet, little biscuit, the whole point is that we donât do it together, isnât it?â
You lean down and kiss his nose but it is of no comfort. Heâs pouting now, both furious and devastated at this turn of events. When you start running your hands through his hair again and his dick twitches, he groans; this will kill him, he thinks. Stone cold dead, this is going to kill him. He holds your hand tight and looks at you, finally, dead in the eye, eyes wide and pleading, his absolute best puppy dog.
âPlease,â he begs. âPlease.â
âWhy donât we have one last night?â you suggest and Jungkook groans because he knows that tone. âYou can start tomorrow. One night wonât make a difference, surely?â
You slide down the sofa until your faces are almost level and Jungkook is about to rest his head where your thigh was, but discovers your breast in its place. He holds still. This is his first test and, while you might have a point, heâs got rules to follow and he canât break now, not at the very first hurdle. Heâs got better self-control than that, hasnât he?
âHm?â you continue. âStart tomorrow⌠Come on, Kookie, please.â
He wants to say yes, of course he does, but if heâs going to last four weeks, heâs going to have to practise saying no.
You slide off the sofa onto your knees on the floor and he eyes you carefully. Youâre dangerous and you know it. When you trail your fingers down his spine and kiss the back of his neck, he shivers.
âI want you so badly,â you whisper in his ear and he groans. You slip your hand underneath his T-shirt and heâs sticky with sweat. âI didnât have you yesterday and now we have to go four weeks? Kookie, I canât take it⌠Be good to me, Jungkook, please.â
He loves it when you beg. Hearing his name in your mouth all high and whiny, tremulous with need and desire. If he wasnât hard before, he is now. Goosebumps follow your hand on his back and he shivers, groaning into the sofa, fists clenched again.
âMy love, stop it, please. We canât.â His voice is weak and he canât believe how weak heâs feeling; if you persist might longer, he genuinely feels he might snap and heâs ashamed that his self-control is apparently all but non-existent. He must do better.
âBut Iâm so wet already.â
Fuck. He snaps. He kneels up and looks at you, your innocent, little face, a devil in disguise. If youâre just playing with him, just teasing, youâre going to be in big trouble.
âGet up,â he commands, slapping the sofa. You obey without hesitation and he grabs you by the legs, pulling so youâre falling onto your back. He tells him yourself you were lying, of course you wonât be wet; youâre just teasing him and heâll tell you off and ask you to take this seriously and itâll all be fine. Then he yanks down your trousers and your underwear.
âFUCK.â
He brings his hands to his face and rubs.
âFuck, I thought you were lying just to tease me, but fuck, you really are.â
You are. Looking at you is almost painful; heâs desperate to touch you. Youâre right there in front of him, legs spread, and all he has to do is touch you. But he canât. If he starts, he wonât be able to stop. He shuffles back away from you slightly, hands moving to reach you and then pulling back. He swears again.
When you spread your legs wider and shuffle yourself down closer to him, he has to stand. He has to do something with his hands: clenching at his sides, on his hips, on his head, over his face. Heâs pacing, too, unable to look at you once again. It would be all too easy to take his own trousers off, let his dick out of its cloth prison and fuck you into the sofa. He has to bite down on his knuckles to stop himself doing just that.
âKookie,â you coo. âArenât you going to touch me? I need you⌠No one touches me like you do.â
Jungkook is open-mouthed and he has to turn away. He growls, deep in his throat, and gently places his fists on the kitchen counter, when what he really wants to do is smash straight through it. His whole body is tense, fighting itself in an agony of indecision. He needs you to stop; heâs sure you wonât. Not when youâre having this effect on him. He shouldâve seen it coming. He knew you wouldnât take the news well; for some reason, he didnât expect you to immediately be so defiant. You were always so pliant and obedient for him. But then, this isnât really his rule and you and his coach didnât exactly see eye-to-eye.
He freezes when he hears the unmistakeable squelch of you plunging your fingers in your wet heat. Then you moan. Then you whimper.
âJungkook, please.â
He can barely control his breathing as he stands, still with his back to you, unable to block the sound of you from his ears. He should be the one drawing those moans from you; he should be the reason your breathing is hitched.
He decides quickly that you have a point. He canât come but that doesnât mean he canât do anything he likes. He crosses the space to the sofa in three large steps and forces your hand away from you. He doesnât see the expression on your face as you look up; heâs too busy staring at his next meal. He squeezes your thighs hard and lowers his mouth to you.
âFuck, yes,â you breathe and it goes straight to his dick.
He moans loudly as he licks from your core to your clit, drinking you in. He licks through your folds, not wanting to miss a drop. He swirls his tongue around your clit before sealing his lips and sucking hard; you grab at his hair and he flicks his eyes to you but your head is tipped back, your back arching off the sofa. He pulls your thighs, bringing you even closer, smothering him, burying him but if he canât breathe, he doesnât notice. He notices the pitch of your whines tilt; he notices your breath come quicker; he notices your thighs twitching under his hands; he notices you tugging harder and harder at his hair. He watches you as he works, alternately swirling his tongue across your throbbing bundle of nerves and sucking, until youâre screaming, your body writhing, shuddering under the waves of your orgasm.
âFuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,â he swears repeatedly, almost sure he hears you saying the same, but he canât move his mouth from your lips; all that fresh arousal dripping from you has his name on it.
You squirm and bring your legs together, your feet pushing against his shoulders and he relents, shifting backwards but still gripping your thighs tight.
âI love you,â he says. âI love you, I love you but fuck, I fucking love your cunt.â
His hands move higher, his thumbs spreading your lips, running up and down, the slick noises they make like music to his ears. He whines as he drops his head to your thigh with a heavy sigh. He squeezes his eyes tight shut for a moment, trying not to lose all control even as his cock aches in his pants, desperate for you.
While heâs trying to keep it together, you extricate yourself from his grip and sink onto the floor. While heâs off-guard, you spread his legs and slot yourself between them. Itâs only when his dick jumps as you slide your hands up his thighs that he realises what is happening. He leaps up and away from you in one, quick, fluid motion.
âNo, no, no,â he mutters, hands tangling in his hair, twisting his T-shirt, gripping the kitchen counter, anything to stop them wandering to the bulge in his trousers. Heâs painfully hard now, twitching with almost no provocation; his restraint is hanging by a thread.
âJungkook,â you call for him, still kneeling on the floor. âKookie, come here, let me help you.â
He growls and takes a deep breath. If he even looks at you right now, he knows heâll snap.
âIâm going to shower.â
He has to get out, get away from you, anywhere will do.
âYou better not wank in there!â you call after him. âOr Iâm going to be really upset!â
He chuckles bitterly; as if he would ever choose his hand over your sweet mouth. He strips quickly and steps into the shower, turning the temperature as low as itâll go and the power on full blast. He gasps as a strong stream of icy water hits him; he shudders and shivers and forces himself to stand still. Heâs panting and his skin turns red under the blast but he canât move, not until heâs flaccid, not until heâs stopped thinking about your beautiful pussy and your soft, hot mouth and no-! Enough of this. He calls to mind all his least favourite things, conjuring up the worst images he can, disgusting, horrible, anything. He just has to stop thinking about you.
When heâs finally showered and clean and soft, he leaves the bathroom. Itâs not late, but youâre already sitting up in bed, naked as you always are, and he groans, trying to avoid looking at you.
âHey now, thatâs not fair,â you tell him, sulking with an exaggerated pout as he takes the towel from his waist and rubs it over his hair.
He almost chokes on his indignation.
âNot fair? Me not being fair? And what do you call that, out there? Is that fair, huh? And this?â He gestures to you, chest on display, arms just slightly squeezing your breasts together, as if you think he wonât be able to tell. âIs this fair?â
Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath, he sits next to you on the bed; he simply will not survive the next four weeks if he canât get you on-side. He has to stop you reaching out to touch his cheek; heâs only just been able to lose his erection, heâs not sure he can manage another.
âIâm serious, y/n, I cannot do this.â
Heâs not sure he can look at you anymore. The thought of spending a whole night next to your naked form, your soft skin pressed against him⌠He canât. He canât even think it without feeling a stir in his groin.
âI canât do this. Iâm going to sleep in the spare room.â
Never in his life has he been more grateful to have one. Heâd sleep on the sofa or the floor if he had to, but, if heâs doing all this to improve his fighting, he needs to keep his sleep up, too.
âJungkook! Donât leave me!â
When he risks a look at you, youâre wide-eyed and open-mouthed, dismayed. He doesnât ever want to be the cause of that face; his heart aches. Maybe this would affect your relationship after all. He returns to sit on the edge of the bed and takes your hand. He kisses your palm.
âI canât- I⌠I canât even look at you, right now, without wanting to jump you.â He says quietly, sadly. âI just-â
âI can put some clothes on?â
Your hopeful face squeezes his heart and he wishes that would be enough.
âNo, baby, thank you but we both know that isnât going to help. I know whatâs under there.â
âSo, weâre not even going to be able to sleep together for the next four weeks?â
âNo, we will, I promise. I just⌠Right now, I just need to get away from you.â
He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood, but fails. He misses you already.
âCan I at least kiss you goodnight?â
Jungkook isnât sure. Heâs not sure the one thread of sanity heâs clinging to will last, but he has to give you something.
âOf course, you can,â he answers, with only a little hesitation. âBut please⌠Be niceâŚâ
You take his face in his hands and he shivers. You kiss him once, firmly, and then again, softly, sighing against his mouth. He wants to wrap his arms around you and kiss you again, wants to melt into your mouth and roll your tongue with his. Then he feels temptation in his groin and has to pull away.
âNight night, my little custard cream.â
âNight night, my love.â
He leaves, and shuts himself in the spare room, wondering just how on earth either of you will make it through the next 29 days.
THREE WEEKS TO GO
Jungkook isnât home so youâre taking the opportunity for a little Me Time (courtesy of your favourite rabbit). Itâs been a week since the last time you came (courtesy of Jungkook) and youâre on edge. You feel a little guilty for the way you behaved, but youâve been good this week in penance, even though youâre already missing him terribly.
At night, when he wraps himself around you, his hard chest against your back, his strong arms holding you tight, you feel a steady pulse in your core. You want desperately to shift, just push your hips back a little, bring his hand to cup your breast, do something to address your need of him. Itâs worse than usual because, of course, you always want most what you canât have. Isnât that a universal truth? Last night, you even wished he would go and sleep in the spare room again; having him so close to you, knowing that you canât touch him like you wanted to was beginning to get unbearable.
Hence, Me Time.
Jungkook is out and not due back soon so you have plenty of time to take things slow. Or at least, thatâs what you intend. You take a nice, long, hot bath; apply your favourite body lotion: a rich, thick, cocoa butter that makes you feel expensive; you potter around the apartment for a while in your sexiest lingerie â thereâs no one to see you, but it makes you feel sexy anyway. You think about Jungkook. You think about his hair, too short for your preference at the moment; you like it a little longer, a little wavier, giving you plenty to grab onto at the nape of his neck just as at the crown; you like it when it flops into his face and he pushes it back; you like when he lets you plait it and style it, just for the two of you, just for fun.
You think about his beautiful, brown eyes: huge and wide, bright and shining, so open and innocent. You think about the way he looks at you sometimes, like youâre his entire world, like heâs looking at the most beautiful, peaceful sight heâs ever seen. You think about the way he looks at you at other times: like youâre prey; like heâs calculating exactly the right way to destroy you; his eyes dark, black, piercing; eyes that silently command and will be obeyed.
You think about his mouth: his soft, pink lips and two straight rows of perfect white teeth; you think about his mouth on yours, the unyielding pressure of his lip ring, the hard bite of his teeth on your bottom lip, his soft, wet tongue rolling against yours; his soft, wet tongue swirling around your nipple; his soft, wet tongue licking through your folds, flicking across your clit, his lips tight around you as he sucks. You think about his long fingers, their reach; his strong hands and how they direct and control you, pinning you down and lifting you up.
You think about his cock, the prettiest youâd ever seen (though you werenât surprised, given the rest of him); in perfect proportion, neither too long nor too thick, a slight, gentle curve, smooth but for one thick vein running the length of it. It makes your mouth water just to think of it; your pussy throbs, missing it and you settle on the bed. You can feel the crotch of your underwear is already sticky and your heart is already thumping but youâre still telling yourself that youâre going to take this slowly, because you have plenty of time.
You discard your bra, teasing your nipples beneath it, twisting at the barbells that run through each of them, remembering the way Jungkook had reacted the first time he saw them, as if it were Christmas morning and they were a brand-new puppy and a skateboard. You slip a hand down behind the waistline of your knickers and exhale sharply as you spread your juices across your clit. Youâre aching now, with desire, with frustration but you take deep breaths to calm yourself down. You let your fingers work slowly, gently, dipping down between your lips to your entrance, exploring your folds, teasing and tapping your clit. It was almost like stepping into a bath: enveloped in warmth as blood rushed to the surface of your skin, cocooned in pleasure as it radiates outwards from your core to the tips of your toes. Goosebumps spread as a shiver rushes down your spine.
Then you get out your rabbit and the lube and shuffle out of your underwear. You coat the toy with lube, wipe your hand against yourself and turn it on, letting it rest against you for a moment, cycling through the settings until you reach your favourite. You think, not for the first time, as you slip it inside you, smoothly, easily, how much you wish you had one of these moulded from Jungkookâs cock. He thought you were joking the first time you said it, but you werenât then and arenât now. You want to be able to have him inside you even when he wasnât around â or at times like this when he is around but isnât allowed inside you. Nothing compares to him and while this toy might get the job done, it will never be the same.
The little rabbit ears press intently against your clit as you angle it inside you and start to rock your hips, working out a long, soft moan. You tip your head back and close your eyes, focusing on the coiling pressure in your abdomen. You cycle to another setting â higher, faster, more insistent now â and whimper with every breath as your climax comes closer.
âGod, Iâve missed that noise.â
You sit up with a jolt to see Jungkook at the bedroom door, eyes roving hungrily over your naked body.
âJungkook,â you gasp. âWhat are you doing here? I thought you had plans.â
He shrugs.
âChanged âem... Though I might be sorry I did.â
âI thought you were going to be out... But since youâre here...â
You beckon him to the bed as you switch off the toy. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head with a sigh as he approaches you on the bed. Youâre surprised; you thought he would refuse, hold back, protest even a little. Maybe this would be easier than you thought.
He looks at the rabbit, appraising.
âHow does it compare, baby?â he asks, his voice low, a smirk just ghosting over his lips.
âIt doesnât, Kookie.â You flop backwards onto the mattress again. âNothing compares to you.â
âLet me help you.â
You sigh with relief, waiting to hear his trousers unzip or the shuffle of cloth as he undresses but it doesnât come. Instead, you hear the quiet whirring of vibration as Jungkook turns the rabbit back on. He chooses a different setting â short, intense pulses â and slips the toy back inside you, pushing the ears hard into your clit, forcing a choked moan from your throat.
âJungkook... Kookie, no. I want you.â
The look on his face is fierce but softens when he looks into your eyes. He kisses your temple and whispers in your ear.
âYou know you canât have me now, baby. Stop playing dirty.â
He takes a hand and pushes low on your stomach as he rocks the toy inside you and changes the setting: insistent, hard vibration that almost sets your teeth chattering.
âFuck,â you whisper as your walls start to clench and all your muscles tighten and youâre whimpering, mewling, seconds from climax, your breath catching in your throat. Youâre a band stretched to its limits and just as youâre about to snap, Jungkook pulls the toy from you and sits back on the bed, not touching you.
âWh-.. I...â
You look at him, dazed and confused, as he stands up and takes the toy with him out of the room.
âWhere are you going?â you call after him, your voice weak and strangled.
Youâre itching with frustration and impatience and when he returns, only a minute later, you turn to him, outraged. Heâs empty-handed and he sits on the edge of the bed next to you and tucks your hair behind your ear sweetly.
âWhat are you doing?â you ask, still breathless, heart still pounding in your chest.
He leans closer to you, resting on his forearm on your chest, lightly crushing you beneath his weight as he takes your hand in his and directs it to his crotch, where you can feel his dick, semi-hard under his trousers.
âIâm showing you how hard this is,â he whispers menacingly in your ear. âYouâre still not playing fair, little miss.â
He stands and walks out of the room, looking back over his shoulder at you.
âIf I donât get to come, you donât get to come!â he calls.
You give a little, angry shriek and throw a pillow at him, which misses by miles, and you storm out after him.
âI did not sign up for that!â you shout, giving him a shove.
He grins at you and raises his eyebrows.
âWhatâs mine is yours, baby.â
âNo way! No way! You know the second you leave, I can just make myself come.â
âThatâs true,â he admits as he checks his watch, âbut Iâm not leaving again tonight.â
Furious now, you move closer to him, your hands on his hips. You lick your lips and move a hand between you, palming his erection. His eyes flutter closed.
âTwo can play at this game, Jeon,â you hiss, sliding your hand between his trousers and his boxers, running your finger up his turgid length.
âDonât call me Jeon.â
âIsnât it your name?â
He tips his head back and bites his lip as you finally breach his boxers, wrapping your fingers around him, squeezing lightly.
âYou only call me Jeon when youâre pissed,â he chokes out.
âYeah, Iâm fucking pissed.â
His head tips forward again and he looks at you as you sink to your knees, pulling his clothes down with him. You see him swallow hard.
âNot sure you thought this through, did you?â you ask, swiping your tongue across his head, tasting the tang of his pre-cum. âHere you are, all hard and ready for me...â
You take a hand through your lips, sweeping up your arousal and spreading it on the head of his dick.
âAnd me all ready for you...â
You wrap your lips around him and take him until he hits your throat, looking up at him through your lashes, then you come up and pause, just holding him in your mouth, your tongue running back and forth across the underside. Jungkook grunts and his eyelids flutter closed. You can see his fists clenching on either of him.
âY/n...â he groans, quiet and strangled.
âMm?â you hum, not taking him from your mouth, and you notice the muscle in his jaw jump as he clenches. âYou started this,â you remind him, as you trail sloppy, wet kisses down the length of his hot, smooth cock. âI was going to be nice to you, but you had to go and spoil it.â You run your tongue flat across his balls as your hand continues to pump his shaft and he moans.
âFuck, I miss you,â he whines, his voice high and tight as you run your tongue back to his head, enveloping him in your mouth once again. âGod, fuck.â
You hollow your cheeks and suck, your hand and mouth moving as one. Jungkookâs fist moves to your hair, gripping tight, not directing you, just to have something to hold on to. As you push lower, tipping your head to take him into your throat, he jerks.
âNo, no, no, stop! Stop.â
He pushes you back by the shoulders and stands, his breathing ragged, looking up at the ceiling and blinking hard. You let him stand there, recovering; you stay kneeling at his feet.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â he says, each more aggressive than the last. He pulls his boxers and his trousers back on and looks at you, eyes wild. âNo.â
âKookie... Please.â
You pout up at him, put your hands on his thighs, and shuffle just an inch closer.
âNo. Fuck, no, I canât. I canât.â He looks at you, alternately desperate and resolved and then shakes his head. âBaby, god, I want to. You know I want to. Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry.â
His hand is in your hair again, gently pulling you upwards, pulling you closer. He kisses your cheek and your lips, each little peck lasting a little longer than the last, until he just barely parts his mouth and you grab his bottom lip in your teeth. He moans and pulls away.
âNo, no, no, no,â he whispers. âI canât.â He swallows hard and looks skyward again, praying for strength. Then he repeats his no before stalking off into the spare room, cursing under his breath.
You sigh, more frustrated than ever, and, having spotted your stolen sex toy on the bathroom counter, you go back to finish what you started.
TWO WEEKS TO GO
Jungkook is sleeping in the spare room again. He says itâs because youâre not to be trusted, but what he means is that he isnât to be trusted. He could barely trust himself around you before, but two weeks into the ban, he canât risk taking any chances. Especially not with the way youâve been behaving.
Apparently, so you tell him, thereâs very little evidence to suggest that sex before a sporting event has as negative effect on performance.
âI even read,â you say, not for the first time, âthat not having sex for a while lowers your testosterone so itâs not just that having sex isnât bad, it might even be good! Donât you want that?â
Heâs trying to block you out. Youâve already told him this and heâs already told you that heâs doing as heâs told. He focuses on the TV, trying to get invested in the storyline, trying to care about the characters while you pester him relentlessly. He has to grit his teeth together and breathe carefully.
âDonât ignore me, my little hobnob.â
You always pull out that biscuit when you think he needs to lighten up. He tries not to grin, not very successfully, because itâs such a ridiculous name â who calls a biscuit that, really? Then you slip your hands around his waist and rest your chin on his shoulder.
âI miss you,â you say, kissing his shoulder and rubbing his back.
He sighs, dropping his head, carefully trying to revel in your touch without giving in too far.
âI miss you too, love. Just two more weeks.â
You sigh, aggravated, and sit back.
âYeah, two more weeks; weâre only halfway through. We have to do all of this all over again. Is that really what you want?â
âNo, of course itâs not!â
Of course, he doesnât want it. What he wants is to pin you down and eat you out âtil youâre screaming and then he wants to fuck you like his life depends on it, spend himself on you so hard he literally canât move. What he wants is the opposite of this. Why canât you understand that?
He turns to you, shifting his body around and reaches for your hands.
âOf course, itâs not what I want. I want you all the time. Why do you think Iâm sleeping in the spare room again? I can barely stand sitting with you like this; every part of me is screaming at me to just take yo-â
âThen do it! Do it! Iâm telling you, the science is on our side!â
He has to take a deep breath; he knows you may well be right. And he doesnât like the thought of doing all this for no reason, for, if the article you read is right, the possibility that heâs actually less strong, less powerful in the ring, but heâs on a path and he has to stick to it.
âIâm doing what Coach says,â he tells you, sounding more resolved than he is. âI hired him for a reason and heâs already said he can notice a difference. This fight is so important and I have to follow him to the letter. I am sorry. I amâŚâ
He is what?
He puffs out his cheeks and sighs. He doesnât know what to say. There arenât words for this or, if there are, he doesnât know them. He leans forward and grabs the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss. He knows he shouldnât, knows how dangerous this is, but he misses you so much and heâs so upset and youâre so upset and he has to do something.
You scoot forward and sit yourself in his lap. His heart hammers in his chest, anxiety or desire or a heady mix of both, heâs not sure but his mind is slipping away from him and heâs not sure he cares anymore. He wraps his arms around you as his tongue finds yours. Youâve hardly had this much of each other over the last week and heâs ravenous. You moan into his mouth as he sucks on your tongue and he feels a stirring in his crotch. He can feel you, just above him, and he wants to push you down, roll your hips over his, but he darenât; he doesnât think heâll be able to stop himself if you do.
He's breathless with the need of you and it catches in his throat as you grind into him. He moans and bites hard at your bottom lip; you keep going, kissing him hard so that he canât speak.
Jungkook gathers up his strength and pulls back, holding you tight in place so you canât chase after him. Heâs breathing heavily and his hand trembles as he reaches up to tuck your hair behind your ear.
âY/nâŚâ He doesnât know if itâs a plea or a warning; he doesnât have any more words to follow. There isnât anything he can say or do that will make this situation anything other than torture. Nothing will make you feel better than being fucked by him, fucked hard, nothing more and nothing less. He knows because he feels the same. Heâs almost dizzy with desire; heâs giddy but clinging with desperation to the last remnants of his self-control. Thereâs a tiny voice at the back of his head proud of him for having come this far, but he canât listen to it because we all know what comes before a fall and he canât afford a fall like this.
It's the title. Itâll be his first title. This win will put him on the map. This win will establish him as a real, professional boxer, one to beat; this will be, he hopes, the first of many belts, many titles. His coach has real faith in him, he believes he can make it to world champion if he works hard enough. And Jungkook wants it. He wants to work; he wants to win. And now, he has to win. Losing is not an option. And once he has won, once this is over â in two, long, painful weeks â itâll have all been worth it and heâll be able to have you six ways from Sunday, every day of the week.
âPlease donât stop,â you whimper and the open, desperate pleading of your glistening eyes goes straight to his dick. âPlease, please.â
Heâs had to resist your pleading before; heâs even enjoyed resisting your cries and pleas, but thatâs when heâs been in control; thatâs when heâs been ramping up to wrecking you once, twice, three times, as many times as you can take. This is ramping up to nothing and your pleading only makes him feel broken.
You bring your face to his again and he canât back away. You kiss him with urgency, running your hands over his body beneath his T-shirt, teasing his nipples until heâs fully hard, straining against his boxers, pressing against your crotch. You strip off your own top and Jungkookâs resolve crumbles. He dips his head, lifting you slightly from his lap to kiss your breasts, to flick his tongue over your nipples and swirl them in his mouth, one at a time, until theyâre tight and hard. He bites hungrily and you mewl above him, whining his name. Itâs like heaven to him and he canât believe he hasnât had this for two weeks; the two weeks stretching out in front of you are paling, forgotten in some faraway corner of his mind.
He's kidding himself that he can last a little longer with you lifted up like this, your hips no longer grinding your core into him. He keeps his mouth occupied at your chest and squeezes your glutes in his hands, then slipping them into the wide legs of your shorts. When he pulls your underwear to the side with one hand, and slips the fingers of his other hand into your warm, waiting slip, he sighs with satisfaction. Youâre tight and soft and so, so wet.
You take his face in your hands and pull him back to your mouth. The kiss is all tongue and heavy breathing, messy and far from pretty but youâre each so desperate for the other that nothing else matters. You kiss his cheek and his jaw and bite down on his earlobe, whining breathily as he presses insistently against your front wall, each curl of his fingers bringing you closer to the edge. He slips his other hand behind your underwear and spreads your slick over your clit, rubbing insistently, knowing youâre getting close. He can tell by the sounds youâre making, sounds heâd work out of you every day of his life if he could.
âGod, Kookie, baby, yes.â
You plant your lips on his neck, muffling your whines and whimpers as the heat builds inside you. Jungkook groans, shivering as you suck on his neck, as your cunt clenches his fingers tight, as your legs shake on either side of him. He doesnât stop, canât stop even when youâre tugging his hair, even when youâre squirming, even when youâre screaming his name. Heâs far away now, lost in the bliss of your velvet heat. Heâs insistent and youâre so sensitive that he pulls another orgasm from you with a cry and a shudder that takes your whole body. Heâs so focused on you as a way of distracting himself from his own intense, aching desire. Heâs painfully hard; he can feel the spreading circle of pre-cum on his boxers; heâs not entirely sure he wonât come even if you donât touch him.
Then you flop against him, spent, and your hand grazes his crotch and he jerks violently.
âFuck!â he gasps and tears prick in his eyes. He canât look at you; he stares far away, out of the window, trying to stop his dick throbbing, trying to slow his heartrate, trying without success to calm himself.
âKookie,â you whimper, your voice shaky. âLet me-â
âNo,â he whispers, no strength in his voice, no strength anywhere in his body except his stiff, swollen cock. He closes his eyes and he can feel a tear trickle down his cheek, followed by your lips as you kiss it away. He flinches at the contact and whimpers when you stroke his hair.
âI can help you,â you whisper but he doesnât hear you.
Heâs lost, his mind strangled with desperate desire. His brain is whirring, swimming, floating away from him; his fingers tingle and shake and his heart thumps erratically in his chest. Heâs never been this excruciatingly turned on before and knowing that he canât see it through is heart-breaking.
You move your hand towards the waistband of his trousers and he grabs your wrist. Heâs gripping so tightly, heâs sure itâll hurt, but he canât be gentle now.
âDonât-,â he starts but his words are swallowed by a sob.
You press your forehead against his and he canât stop the whimper as you kiss him, so light, so soft. He holds your face in his hands, barely even really touching, trying not to tangle them in your hair and pull you closer. You stay like that, just looking at each other for a minute or more, his eyes never leaving yours. He knows he needs to calm down, knows he should be calming down now that youâre still but his breathing doesnât settle and he can hear the thump of his heart and the roar of his blood in his ears.
âBaby,â he says eventually, his voice croaky and hoarse. He has to do something and it has to be something drastic. He needs a shock to the system, a full reset. âI need-⌠I need you to get something for me.â And he needs you to get it because heâs not sure he can walk, not sure he can move at all.
âAnything.â
âIce. And water.â
âHuh?â
âIce and water; I need a big, big glass- a jug of iced water please.â His voice wobbles at the end and heâs trying so hard to regulate his breathing, trying so hard not to feel the pulsing in his underwear.
âOkâŚâ
You shift on his lap but he canât let you go. His fingers twine in your hair and you have to pry them out to allow you to get up.
With the relief of you off him, the air around him clears and he jumps up, taking off his T-shirt and pushing his trousers to the floor. Once again needing to do something with his hands while he waits for you, he holds them out to the side, not daring to let them anywhere near his erection, fists clenching and unclenching. He feels like he might really be on the edge of a heart attack or an aneurysm. He feels abnormal, like nothing heâs ever felt before. He could keel over.
He can hear you, the ice clinking in the glass and he taps his feet, impatient. When you hand it over, he takes it with both hands and up-ends it all over himself.
âJungkook!â you cry, as water splashes all over the floor and the sofa and the coffee table, but it sounds distant, the shock of the water temporarily sending him far away. Heâs gasping and shivering and blinking hard, then screwing his eyes tight.
âI need you to go,â he tell you, still unable to look at you.
âGo where?â
âAnywhere, baby, literally anywhere,â his voice is still wobbling, his teeth chattering. âIf weâre still in the same room in five seconds, I think Iâm going to die. Come or die, either way, I donât know but please, please just go.â
âOk, Iâm going, Iâm going.â
He can barely hear you; he scrubs his hands over his face, swearing over and over and over again, begging the universe to let him calm down, to make these next two weeks go as quickly as they possibly can.
ONE WEEK TO GO
Jungkook hasnât taken any more risks since that night. And he has also told you, almost every day since, to behave yourself, to stop doing that; heâs asked if youâre trying to kill him and the truth is: yes. Youâre sick of it now; it takes almost nothing to get you hot: just the thought of him, randomly popping into your head as youâre trying to send emails at work, and youâre getting wet. You canât sleep anymore. Heâs still in the spare room but you lie in your bed, thinking about him lying in the other bed, and you canât help yourself. You make yourself come again and again but itâs never enough. You canât believe that heâs not only managed to ruin all other men for you but also your own damn self. You know how to push all your buttons but itâs not the same when itâs you doing it, it's not the same without Jungkook between your thighs.
You know thereâs only a week to go, but itâs too long and youâre too frustrated and youâre reaching your boiling point. So, you do what any other sane person would do: naked protest. You stop wearing clothes in the house entirely, getting dressed only to go out and stripping as soon as the front door shuts behind you. When you first walk into the kitchen as Jungkook is eating breakfast, he chokes on his cereal and you have to slap him on the back; you feel his eyes following you as you make yourself a cup of tea and some porridge.
Now heâs just ignoring you. Heâs doing his best to stay out of any room you are in, but thatâs fine. Itâs a small apartment and youâve hidden his noise-cancelling headphones, so you know he can hear you when you moan and whine, wanton and gratuitous, as you do your best to fix your frustration.
He still hasnât broken. Youâre impressed, honestly. You didnât think that he would be able to hold out this long and, as aggravated as you are, as deeply, unutterably frustrated as you are, you canât help but admire his self-control. Unable to be in the same room as you, he texts you and tells you that his trainer is impressed with his performance and is confident about the fight; he believes he can win. He had fucking better win is what you think, but you text back something a little more supportive.
Six days before the fight and Jungkook is in the shower. Youâre at a loose end, so you decide to join him. You thank the lord that he didnât lock the door; heâs got his back to you and doesnât notice you there until your hands are on his waist. He cries out in surprise and goes to turn around but you hold him still, kissing his shoulder and his back and the nape of his neck. You run your hands up his abs, grab his fulsome pecs, and peeking around his shoulder, youâre delighted to see heâs already hard.
âWere you about to masturbate in this shower?â you ask him, only half-serious.
âNo,â he groans. âThis is how badly I want you, y/n. Why are you making this so hard?â
You giggle at his choice of words and he growls deep in his throat. He turns around and cages you in against the screen with his hands either side of you.
âIn six days,â he tells you, his voice low, face serious, eyes pinning you to the spot. âIn six days, I am going to fucking destroy you. Iâm going to fuck you so hard you canât walk straight for a week; Iâm going to fill you up so completely, my cum never stops dripping out of you; Iâm going to make you scream so loud, our neighbours want to call the police; Iâm going to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you again, then Iâm going to fuck you some more and Iâm still not going to be done. Iâm going to take this cock,â he says, grabbing it at the base and hissing hard through his teeth as he does, âand Iâm going to wreck your pretty little throat and your pretty little pussy, is that what you want?â
You can only nod, mute with desire, as you can feel arousal drip down your legs and you shiver, despite the warm, steamy atmosphere. Jungkook nudges his nose against yours, eyes still black as pitch, and he whispers in your ear.
âIn six days.â
Then he leans back and stands back under the stream of water.
âNow get the fuck out.â
Youâre so overwhelmed, you just do as he says and he follows behind you, shutting the door â and locking it â as soon as youâve crossed the threshold. You blink hard and, as you come to your senses, you feel too many things at once: hot, frustrated, desperate, livid, heartbroken, a little bit intimidated, a lot excited, and over and above everything else, impatient.
Jungkook stands in the shower, turning the water icy again. Heâs shaking, trembling all over, and before he can get himself under control, heâs sobbing. Hands against the tiles, shivering with cold and shuddering through ragged breaths, he drops his head and cries. Cries because heâs so frustrated, because he misses you so much, because heâs so tired, because he hates disappointing you, because heâs anxious, because heâs not sleeping well at night without you, because a tiny, paranoid thought niggles at him that this is going to make you leave him, because he canât live without you and if he didnât know it before, he knows it now.
He cries under the cold water for so long that it stops feeling cold against his skin and when he finally steps out of the shower, his skin is livid red and icy to the touch.
He goes to stay at a friendâs house that night.
âLook, I love you so much and I miss you so much that I canât be around you,â reads his text. âJust thinking about you makes me want to die a seriously Little Death. The fight will be over soon; just six more days and I promise, Iâll give you everything you want and more. I love you, I love you, I love you. Please, please, please wait for me.â
âI love you, too, my little Bourbon,â you reply. âBut I might never forgive you for this.â
âI promise, Iâll make you forgive AND forget, just wait âtil Saturday.â
He stares at his phone, wishing the messages said something different. He knows youâre joking, thinks youâre joking, hopes youâre joking, at least a little bit.
He sends a string of different kiss emojis and you toss your phone down beside you. Considering your small arsenal of sex toys without hope, you pick one at random, knowing even before youâve started that itâs not even going to touch the sides of your desire. Your need for Jungkook has become a yawning chasm that stretches further than the eye can see; and it is a need for Jungkook specifically. For one mad moment a few days ago, you had considered the possibility of going out and getting fucked by someone else, but the second you thought it, it repulsed you: you donât need a dick, you need his dick; you need his mouth; you need his hands. You need him, no one and nothing else. Accept no imitations. Which is really rather a pain right now.
You try to focus on your body, on the pleasure building there, the pleasant thrum in your core as you work with the vibrator in your folds and against your clit. You try to think about nothing, removing Jungkook from the equation, just emptying your mind and focusing on the physical sensations of your body.
It doesnât work and you get so frustrated that you throw the vibrator in the bin and then, that not being enough, scoop up the others and chuck them in there, too. Whatâs the point of them, you think to yourself bitterly.
These had better be the fastest six days of your life or you arenât sure youâll survive.
FIGHT NIGHT
It was finally here. Jungkook had been working towards this for months, years, for his whole life in a way. It was both the pinnacle of his career and the first step of what he hoped would be a very long journey to the top. The final fight in his bid to be The Ringâs Super Middleweight champion: his opponent, Saul âCaneloâ Alvarez. Jungkook has him on reach and height, and heâs also lighter, which he thinks will be to his advantage. Canelo might be a slugger, but thatâs where Jungkook excels. People think that his lightness is a disadvantage, that he doesnât have the strength to throw hard enough punches, that heâs weak, that heâs Amir Khan. But heâs better than that. Heâs agile and yes, slighter than other super middleweights, but heâs also strong and heâs also powerful and thereâs nothing like seeing the surprise in his opponentâs face when he got his first punch in and they realised that for themselves. Of course, now heâs getting better known, heâs losing that element of surprise but itâs hardly the only thing heâs got in his keep.
But heâs not thinking about that. Today, just like all the other days this week, heâs thinking about you. His coach keeps telling him that heâs strong, that he seems focused, that he seems strong, but Jungkook isnât entirely convinced. All he can think about is you; his mind is already beyond the fight and heâs anxious that this is going to be his undoing, that heâs going to have survived these past four weeks only to be so keyed up and desperate in the ring that he loses.
He wishes he could see you, just for five minutes, but youâve been banned from his presence on fight days. Youâre also banned from the gym on training days. Jungkook agrees with Coach that thatâs probably for the best but it doesnât mean he likes it. You are a distraction, thereâs no denying it, but today, he really feels like he needs it. He needs you. Even an ounce, even a drop of you will do.
He pulls out his phone and dials your number.
âKookie! Are you ok?â You sound concerned.
âYeah, Iâm fine, why wouldnât I be?â
âWe never speak on fight days; I thought something might be wrong.â
Jungkook sighs and leans his head back against the wall.
âSomething is wrong: I miss you.â
âJungkook! Donât scare me like that!â
He laughs and knows he was right to call you; just hearing your voice is like a balm to his fraying nerves. He already feels more relaxed.
âIâm sorry, love,â he replies. âI just wanted to hear your voice; we havenât spoken this week.â
âI know and whose fault is that?â
âI know, I know, itâs mine, but I canât wait to see you. Even if I lose this fight, as long as Iâve got you, Iâm good, Iâm a winner.â
âHey now, youâre not going to lose, my little oat and raisin cook-â
âYou donât like that flavour cookie, do you?â
âWell, I donât, no, but I thought Iâd go with the least sexy flavour, in respect of how easy it is to get a âriseâ out of you at the moment.â
He snorts, appreciative of the weird, little effort.
âI think youâre right: raisins are not sexy but cookies are sexy biscuits, arenât they? By default? Sexier than normal biscuits, right?â
âSo youâre saying we need a raisin biscuit that isnât a cookie.â
âYeah.
âGaribaldi?â
Jungkook laughs.
âI donât even know what that is, love, but sure, it doesnât sound sexy.â
âOk, then, I know youâre not going to lose, my little garibaldi.â
He laughs again and tells you that his coach has said the same thing (â⌠not in the same wordsâ). He wishes he could stay on the phone with you longer; having barely spoken to you this week, he misses your voice, your presence, your conversation, just as much if not more than he misses your body. He sees his coach crossing the room, approaching him and he rings off reluctantly, but relieved he got even a minute with you before tonight.
Heâs pacing in the dressing room; itâs almost time. He considered asking you not to come to this one; heâs not sure that heâll be able to focus knowing youâre so much as in the room. The usual rule is that youâre allowed to attend but you have to sit somewhere in the back, somewhere he wonât be able to see you; heâs not sure if thatâll be enough tonight. Coach is talking to him, trying to hype him up, but he canât hear a word. He just knows he needs to end this fight as soon as he possibly can and that means not going out there all guns blazing like a reckless thug in a bar fight; it means taking a step back (and he physically does it, takes one step back), taking a deep breath, and remembering the strategy, remembering the training. Heâs ready for this (âYouâre ready for this, JK,â Coach cries); heâs going to destroy Canelo (âYouâre going to smash it, mate; youâre going to destroy him!â); and then heâs going to destroy you and himself in that order.
Canelo seems thrown off by Jungkook at the start: his size, maybe, his strength, his Southpaw stance despite being right-handed, Jungkook canât be sure, but he wins the first round decisively and itâs exactly how he needs it to go: he likes to be the underdog but he likes an early lead. Spite and competitiveness can get you surprisingly far in life. He was right that Canelo is heavy and Jungkook is able to run rings around him; he thinks he might genuinely be able to get this wrapped up early, if he can just manage to hit him hard enough.
That turns out to be an ambitious goal and, halfway through, heâs slightly down on points. Heâs frustrated; he canât quite work out why his punches arenât landing. Are they really not connecting? It certainly doesnât feel like it. Are the judges just not seeing them? Heâs not sure what he can do about that. He spits out the water Coach squirted in his mouth and heâs nodding at his advice. As he stands to get ready for the seventh round, his eyes roam the crowd, not looking for anything, just looking. Then his stomach flips. He sees you.
Youâre sitting in your seat, anxious and uncomfortable. It always makes you anxious to see him fight, even though you know heâs trained for this and heâs as safe as anyone else would be in the same situation, but you flinch every time Canelo lands a punch. Jungkook hasnât lost a fight all year and youâre surprised to see him losing â even if not by many points. You hadnât really considered the possibility of him losing, because he doesnât. Heâs Jungkook. Heâs the Baby Assassin of Busan. He doesnât lose.
But things go from bad to worse. The next rounds see Jungkook falter, making uncharacteristic mistakes and misjudgements that cost him points. As the bell rings at the end of the tenth round, you can see the frustration in Jungkookâs face from here. Your stomach twists; you know how much this fight means to him and how upset heâll be if he loses. You try to rouse yourself; itâs not over âtil itâs over. There are two rounds to go and heâs not so far behind he canât make it up. Thereâs still a chance.
When Jungkook stands for the eleventh round, you see him scanning the crowd in your direction. You panic, should you hide? Duck? Cover your face? Too late; his eyes find yours and the second stretches into eternity, just you and him, before heâs tapped by the ref and he turns away. You shouldnât have come. Youâre a distraction. Youâre going to make it worse.
Jungkook is going to lose.
The bell rings and Jungkook feels sprightly, buoyed, suddenly less tired than he had done in the last round. He dances energetically around the ring, keeping Canelo moving, keeping him throwing punches and missing, throwing more punches and missing again and again. Youâre on the edge of your seat; this is the Jungkook you know. All at once, he lands three punches on Canelo and leaps back out of his retaliatory reach. Then he settles in a bit closer and lets Canelo land a couple on him; this⌠isnât the Jungkook you know. You canât work out what heâs doing; youâve not seen him do this before. You turn to the clock, watching the seconds of the round tick by. Thirty seconds left. You check the points. Jungkook still behind.
This is more like it, Jungkook thinks. He can end it. He knows he can. He just has to let Canelo let his guard down a little more, tire him out a little further. Jungkook is not letting this get to twelve rounds. It wonât happen. Not on his watch.
Youâre so focused on the screen: the points, the time, that you miss what causes the crowd to suddenly surge and scream. Canelo is standing with the referee in front of him, looking a little dazed. The ref lets them continue and the round commences again. Before Canelo has even blinked, Jungkook has hit him with a left hook that you know he put all his weight into. Canelo falls to the mat and doesnât get back up. The ref starts counting. The crowd count with him.
â8⌠9⌠10!â
The ref waves a wide cross in front of him; the commentator declares it a knockout; and the crowd is screaming. Jungkookâs arms are in the air, his coach lumbering into the ring to envelope him in a hug, along with everyone else, it seems, the ring suddenly full of people. You lose sight of Jungkook. Youâre on your feet, straining to see over the heads of the people in front of you, who are doing the very same thing. Tiny red fists emerge from the mĂŞlĂŠe and itâs him; you exhale a breath you hadnât realised you were holding. Youâre desperate to get to him. Itâs over. The fightâs finally over. And he won. By knockout after a hard fight. This is absolutely the best outcome, better even than youâd hoped for. You bet heâs on cloud nine and you canât wait to join him there.
Jungkook is buzzing. Heâs done it. Itâs finally over. And that means thereâs only one thing on his mind. He canât focus, is barely there as they hand him his belt, as he lifts it above his head to show the screaming crowd. People are congratulating him, slapping his back, rubbing his hair; at some point, someone takes his hands and rips off his gloves â heâs not sure where they end up. The fight was televised and a man with a microphone approaches him. He tries hard to focus on the questions, answering as quickly as he can and then the presenter asks just what heâs going to do now heâs won his first Super Middleweight title.
âWell,â he answers, âI havenât come in four weeks so Iâm going to go find my girl and fuck her in the dressing room âtil neither of us can walk straight!â
He points right at you, flicks a peace sign to the crowd and jogs back the way he entered 45 long minutes ago.
He keeps jogging all the way to the dressing room, stopping for precisely nobody. Coach tries to grab his attention, tries to grab his shoulder, but he shrugs him off. Wild horses canât keep him from you now.
He swings open the dressing room, for a moment disappointed that youâre not there before him, but, of course you wouldnât be. Heâll have to wait; itâs been four weeks, he can cope with another four minutes. Probably. He paces back and forth, back and forth; he chugs half a bottle of water; he almost wipes the sweat off his body, dries his hair, but then he remembers how much you like him dirty like this. Just the thought of you has got him hard already. He palms himself through his shorts and immediately has to stop himself; to come before youâve even got in the door is unthinkable, unforgivable.
The door opens and there you are.
âFucking finally.â
Jungkook slams his hands either side of your head, leaning down over you, sweat still dripping from his hair. He lowers one hand slowly to lock the door, his dark eyes never leaving yours, and then returns it next to your head.
âDid you have to wear fucking jeans?â he asks, laughing lightly. Of course, sheâd wear jeans, he thinks, fucking tease. âCouldnât find a dress? A skirt?â
âSorry,â you answer, and youâre already breathless.
Jungkook kisses you, pressing his whole body against you and you sigh; god how youâve missed this. He turns you around with one knock of his hand on your hip and he unbuttons your jeans impatiently. He shoves them roughly down your legs and you step out of them and your shoes at the same time.
âOh baby, I donât care. All I care about is finally getting to fuck you like you deserve. Please tell me youâre wet already. I donât think I can wait a second longer.â
Heâs usually more considerate; he would usually take his time. But this is not a usual situation. You laugh.
âKookie, Iâve been wet for weeks, just hurry the fuck up, would you?â
He doesnât need telling twice. He strips off his shorts and boxers and as he presses the head of his cock against your entrance, and it twitches, he gasps.
âShit.â
He takes a few breaths, tries to steady himself. He kisses your neck, buying himself some time. Heâs on a hair trigger and heâs not entirely convinced he wonât blow his load in one thrust.
âJust so you know,â he tells you, figuring thereâs nothing else for it. âIâm going to last about ten seconds right now, but I promise, Iâll be ready to go again. I swear this wonât be it.â
âJust fuck me, please, Kookie. Iâll take ten seconds over none.â
Your whole body shudders as he presses into you for the first time in four weeks. You both moan low and Jungkook pauses at the bottom. You can feel him breathing heavily against your skin and he takes your trapezius in his teeth, taking a generous bite and not letting go as he drags himself backwards before thrusting in again. Your walls are spasming already; youâre so tight and heâs stretching you just right, filling you up like youâve not been filled for 29 long days.
Ten seconds, as it happens, was an over-estimation. The way you grip him, the way he can feel your walls fluttering against him; youâre so hot and wet and tight and itâs been so long and heâs so sensitive. He lasts for all of a handful of thrusts before heâs groaning and shooting hot, white ropes of cum into you.
âFuck, shit, sorry, baby, fuck!â
You canât help but laugh as you turn around, keeping your legs tight together. He grins sheepishly at you and runs a hand through his sweaty hair.
âIâm sorry, love, I did tell you.â He rests his forehead against yours. âIâve missed you so much.â
His hands meet across your lower back and he pulls you close for a kiss.
âIâve missed you, too, Kookie,â you mumble against his lips, half your words eaten up by Jungkookâs mouth. You feel his tongue against your lower lip and you open up for him, sliding your tongue over his as he licks into your mouth. God, even this youâve missed. Youâve barely even seen him in the last week, let alone got close to him, let alone touched him, let alone kissed him, even chastely. Itâs overwhelming now to have him so close to you, all over you. You never want him any further away.
He moves his hands lower and lifts you up under your bum, carrying you to the sofa, where he strips you of your top and bralet â the black, lacy one you know he likes. You almost pout that he takes no notice of it but he catches you eye and grins.
âI notice, I know, I love you, thank you, but god, I donât want a stitch on you right now. Nothing is better than you like this.â He stretches his hands out over your naked body and climbs over you. He ducks again, swallowing your next moan as he pinches at your nipple.
His mouth is everywhere, burning wherever it touches. Youâre sweating and breathless and you think you wonât last much longer than ten seconds either when he finally touches you. Your cunt is quivering in anticipation, your clit throbbing a hard pulse, its echoes shuddering through you. Your back arches as Jungkook moves lower, his mouth on one nipple and then the next and then lower and lower still. He crawls off the sofa onto his knees and pulls you around, legs dangling from the edge. He spreads your thighs wide and takes a moment, looking down at your soaking wet pussy through half-lidded eyes. He licks his lips and clicks his neck from one side to the next before fixing you with a mischievous grin.
âIf you even think about teasing me,â you gasp out. âI will fucking murder you.â
He laughs and kisses your inner thigh.
âYou over-estimate my self-control, my love. Iâm at my fucking limit.â
He is. He isnât even close to finished with you. His cock is already stirring again as he dives straight in, licking a broad stripe from core to clit and moaning lasciviously as he does. Youâre already so sensitive, whining and whimpering as he sucks and slurps at you, his face buried so far into the crux of your thighs, you donât know if he can breathe. Almost immediately, youâre cresting, arching off the sofa, thighs clamping together on Jungkookâs head as a streak of hot pleasure surges through you and fresh arousal gushes over his face.
He brings his hands to your thighs and forces them apart without breaking contact with your cunt. He doesnât stop, no matter how you squirm; you canât catch your breath to tell him youâre over-stimulated, to beg him to stop, to give you a secondâs break. A scream breaks in your throat as he pushes three fingers inside you and youâre seeing stars. He finally takes his mouth from you and breathes heavily against you, his breath sending sprinkles of goosebumps across your skin. He curls his fingers inside you and then tips your hips just slightly, suddenly hitting the perfect spot. Youâre incoherent, animal, as you moan and whimper, stuttering to another orgasm under his ministrations.
You donât have to find a way to ask him to remove his fingers as the waves of your orgasm roll through you but just as you are about to breathe a sigh of relief, his mouth is back on you. Heâs gentle this time, more patient. He kisses your lips, licks through your folds slowly, moaning, his brows knitting together because itâs been so long since heâs tasted you and thereâs nothing heâd ever rather eat. He buries his tongue in your hole, bumping your clit with his nose; if it were anyone else, it might be accidental, but you know Jungkook knows your body perfectly and knows exactly what he's doing. Youâre raw, over-wrought, dehydrated. Your vision swims and your voice gets stuck in your throat, able only to gasp and stutter, not even able to scream his name out loud as you scream it in your head. Your hands tremble, one pushing back the hair on your head, the other finding its way to Jungkookâs hair, tangling there as if you could even dream of giving him direction right now.
His eyes flick to yours and theyâre black, pupils dilated, lids fluttering quickly to a close again as he moans, vibrating lips sealing around your screamingly sensitive clit. Your hand pulls sharply at his hair, but he doesnât even seem to notice. You feel like every atom in your body has been electrified, every touch, every movement â yours or his â sending sparks straight to your core, where theyâre churned up into a tight ball. Like the death of a star, your body collapses in on itself, contracting and tightening as you are reduced to little more than a silent scream, and then explodes, a supernova of ecstasy exploding within you, scattering bits of you all over the room.
When you open your eyes, you can see stars wherever you look, which isnât far because you canât find it within you to move a single muscle.
âYou ok, my love?â
Jungkookâs face swims into view, a dopey grin on his sticky, wet face. He looks drunk or high or both. He pushes the hair off your face, your flushed cheeks, fucked-out, dilated pupils staring straight at him; he thinks you look high or drunk or both. He kisses you so you can taste yourself on his lips and youâre suddenly hungry again.
âKookie.â Your voice is hoarse and low, still strangled with need.
Jungkook hums against your mouth as he lifts you up, pressing your back into the back of the sofa.
âKookie.â
You manage to grab his face between your palms and hold him still, giving you a chance to focus on him, see him properly.
âTell me what you need,â he says, as eager to please and energetic as a new puppy and you have no idea how. He should be tired; he knows heâs going to crash hard, but right now, thereâs adrenaline surging through him like thereâs no tomorrow. Heâs wired; heâs excited; he feels almost manic with love and lust and heâs so high, he canât see the ground. He feels like he could go all night and heâs certainly going to try.
âI need you inside me, right now, right this second. Please, please, please.â
You arenât exactly unaccustomed to begging but nothing will stop the stream of âpleaseâs tumbling from your mouth. Nothing, that is, except the head of Jungkookâs perfect cock in your folds, waiting, teasing at your entrance.
Heâs lifted you again, setting you on the arm of the sofa, him kneeling on the cushions; with nothing to rest against, you cling to him tight as your breath catches in your throat. He watches closely as he pushes into the tight, wet slip of your cunt, watching himself disappear into you. You want to make a joke about lasting another ten seconds but you donât have the energy, the capacity, the mental agility to make it; you just about manage to cry his name as starts to thrust, smooth and slow at first, but soon, quicker, harder, accompanied by quiet growls and grunts as he grips you tight. You really do feel drunk, giddy, hysterical as heâs finally, finally back where he belongs. You feel tears prick in your eyes at the relief of it, the pressure, the pleasure.
âGod, Iâve missed you,â he whispers. âShit, I canât wait to fill you up, stuff you fucking full. Can you take it, baby?â
Heâs relieved he hasnât come again already, though he knows he could. Heâs holding back because heâs still so close to the edge. If he isnât careful, heâs going to lose it again.
âI can take it,â you reply, voice high and tight. âGive it to me, Kookie- fuck.â
He grabs the hair at the back of your head and pulls it back, exposing your neck so he can kiss you, lick you, bite you there, moaning against your skin as you whimper and stutter.
âKookie, shit, please. I need you to fuck me forever. God, donât stop. Donât stop.â
âNever,â he grunts. âShit, wonât stop. Iâm yours, baby.â
âOnly mine.â
âOnly yours.â
You press your lips to his clavicle, then lick a bead of sweat travelling down his throat. Jungkook moves faster still, his grip on you painfully tight as he threatens your cervix with every thrust. Youâre so sensitive, youâre at an almost constant spasm around him; your limbs still heavy and weak, tingling like theyâre both going numb and coming back to life. You simultaneously want this to last forever and feel like youâll die if a single extra ounce of pleasure is put on you. Then Jungkook sucks at that one spot on your neck that makes you melt and you swear, voice wavering and breaking.
âGive me one more, baby,â he demands, so low you almost donât hear it.
âI donât have it,â you whimper.
âYes, you do, câmon, y/n.â
And he slips a hand between you, never letting his pace falter.
âJesus, fuck!â
He touches you gently, but itâs enough to have reality slipping from view, your vision burning white, your blood roaring, screaming in your ears as you cum again. You hold him tight, your nails digging into his back, your teeth hard on the delicate flesh of his neck. It rolls through you, knocking your breath from your lungs, and once itâs passed, youâre trembling, shaking.
Jungkook is holding his breath, straining to last to fuck you through your orgasm; youâre so tight around him itâs like his brain loses signal, just a siren wailing an emergency. No thoughts, no words, when you collapse against him, he exhales, and releases into you with a long, high-pitched sigh.
He lies back onto the sofa, taking you with him.
âThat was more than ten seconds, right?â he asks, breathless.
You laugh and pat his shoulder.
âWell done, little jammy dodger; Iâm proud of you.â
âFor lasting more than ten seconds or winning the title?â
âWhat title?â
The question leaves your lips before your brain has engaged and Jungkook laughs, first a little and then a lot, so much that you canât help but laugh with him, canât help but laugh until youâre crying, your abs hurting, youâre silent in your mirth, breathless and voiceless and hysterical.
When you finally stop, you bring your face level to his. He still has tears of laughter in his eyes and streaking his cheeks. You wipe them away with your thumb and he turns his head to kiss your palm.
âBoth, I guess?â you answer.
He grins and shakes his head.
âI almost lost. I thought I was going to fucking lose,â he tells you. âThat second half, I-âŚâ
âWhat happened?â
âI saw you. I saw you in the crowd and I almost fucking came right then and there.â He laughs, though it was anything but funny at the time. âI couldnât concentrate on the fight; all I could think about was trying not to get a fucking boner. Shit what a stupid fucking idea it was not having sex for four we-â
âI fucking told you!â
âI know, I know. I will never not listen to you ever again for the rest of my life, I swear. God.â
âNo more sex bans?â
âNo more sex bans. I am never, ever not having sex with you again.â
âGood.â
You lift yourself onto your elbows on his chest and kiss him first on the lips, then the jaw and neck and anywhere within reach.
âSpeaking of never not having sex⌠Are you ready to go again?â
summary | youâre so used to letting Jungkook do everything for you. he babies you almost and youâre both constantly reminded of the strangeness in your friendship. youâve always loved him but he canât see you as anything but the little bunny girl he used to protect. you change his mind
warnings | 13.1k words, bunnygirl!reader x human!jungkook, childhood friends, ddlg undertones, smut, rough smut, hybrid smut, oral sex, slight dubcon but not actually, breeding kink, daddy kink, table sex, jk shows you how strong he is, riding, rutting, cunnilingus, use of pet names, overprotective koo, dirty talk, past relationships, friends to lovers, AGE GAP [FOUR YEARS] heat cycle
Deja vu was never anything he was new too. Technically, heâs only experienced a couple times before but he remembers each time vividly. Jungkook doesnât actually know if this counts as deja vu though.
Itâs not a sense that heâs done this before, itâs more of a fact. Heâs been in this same situation before, a few actually. Itâs been so long though his brain short-circuits when it fishes the memories out his head. He visualizes them at the same time, side by side watching them quickly clone into even more times this has happened.
He feels bad every time it happens. He canât imagine it feels nice to be the apparent cause of this so he always felt bad for you. But you should be the last thing on his mind during these times, he just canât help it. He doesnât like seeing you get the blame. It wasnât your fault, it never was. If it was anyoneâs fault it was his. Heâs the one who never tries hard.
But still, even as he knows this, he doesnât do anything to stop it. He lets it happen over and over again because he literally does not know how to change it from happening. Thereâs only one way for it to stop apparently but he was never going to do that.
âIâm just asking you to prioritize me as your girlfriend instead of Y/n.â
âIt feels like you pay more attention to her than me.â
Thatâs the Deja vu part. It tends to be along the same lines so he calls it deja vu. Some girls might call it a red flag but he canât understand why. He never understood why every girl was so bothered by it.
He never understood the constant dislike toward you. Okay sure you werenât the nicest but you werenât the meanest either. In his eyes you were nothing but a sweet bunny. Itâs like no one can understand his friendship with you, they always expected something more lingering under the surface even if there was nothing there.
âI donât get why Iâm always the problem,â you sighed shaking your head as you looked at your friend, âItâs like theyâre looking for someone to blame and I just happen to be the person for the job.â
âOh please stop bullshitting,â Jimin rolled his eyes sorting through his hand of cards, âYou are the problem. Itâs all because of your lifetime crush on Jeon Jungkook.â
Other than Jungkook one of your closest friends is Jimin. He lives right next door and being some of the only hybrids on your floor youâve managed to get close. Jungkook wasnât too thrilled at first especially knowing Jimin was a hybrid as well but he couldnât do anything about it. Jimin was a snow leopardďżź hybrid with a long fluffy spotted tail that you loved petting and it was good for you to interact with others similar to you.
âShut up,â you rolled your eyes sinking lower into your spot on the couch thinking back to what he was trying to tell you. Alright, fine. Yeah that was part of the problem but you always thought you were good at hiding it. Youâve been hiding it from Jungkook for years. Before you could plead your side of things your phone distracted you. It vibrated once with another text from Jungkook displayingâthe fourth in the last ten minutes.
jungkook | Iâm starting to think I really am the problem
y/n | no I am remember
jungkook | whatever Iâm on my way home
âUgh! Iâm always put second!â Jimin whined throwing a pillow at you when you let your cards go to respond. You rolled your eyes setting your phone back down, âWhat are you talking about?â
âIâm talking about being your best friend. Jungkook shouldnât count since youâre in love with him,â Jimin said with a scoff as he reached for the pack and started putting the cards away. His tail was behind him swaying rhythmically making your eyes focus on the movement, your little fluff tail twitching.
âYou have to stop saying that, heâs on his way,â you sighed making yourself comfortable on the couch as you stuck an arm out to reach for the spotted tail of his, âAnd you are my best friend. Jungkook isâŚâ
âJungkook is Jungkook, I know, itâs complicated,â he said mockingly like heâs heard you say it before, though he has. He sat next to you allowing you to pet his tail, âBut if youâre not dating then youâre friends which means heâs actually your best friend and Iâm just a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe.â
You smiled as you got up throwing yourself over Jimin in what you would call an embrace if he wasnât fighting it so hard, âYou are my best friend.â
âIs this a bad time?â
Both of your heads turned toward the door as Jungkook came in. He was taking his shoes off looking between you two with furrowed brows. You sat back fixing your hair as you released Jiminâs tail and looked up at Jungkook. He went to his room discarding his stuff before coming back to where the two of you were. He gave one more look to Jimin who was hitting the tip of his tail against your nose making it scrunch up while you giggled.
When Jungkook sat down you turned to look at him scooting closer until you were planted on his lap and his arms wrapping around your waist. Your nose twitched at the overwhelming scent of tangy perfume his latest girlfriend loved to wear and you didnât like it. He let you nuzzle your face into his neck trying to scent him and rid the smell of some other girl.
It was always like this with Jungkook, he just never seemed to catch on why you did it and youâd never admit it. Of course you loved Jungkook, he was the sweetest human youâd ever met. Ever since you were kids he was always the one to comfort you after bullies pulled on your ears or got paint on your white fluffy tail.
Jungkook had always been one of the older neighborhood kids in your apartment complex. Youâd lived there all your life and after school you would spend all your time at the complex park and walkways. Jungkook was four years older than you so you kept your distance at first. It wasnât until you were five years old that a nine year old Jungkook approached you.
Heâd been playing with his human friends when one kid decided to throw a rock at the little bunny hybrid playing by themselvesâyou were always playing by yourself. Jungkook remembers telling the kid to leave you alone, that you werenât doing anything but they never listened. His friends made fun of him for sticking up for some hybrid but that never stopped him. Instead, heâd approached the small girl with droopy white bunny ears crying under a tree. He sat with you the entire afternoon trying to comfort you, telling you how cute you were compared to those little girls who were mean to you. Heâd tell you not to waste your tears on them and that heâd protect you.
Just like that one afternoon turned into more. Jungkook had practically taken you under his wing forcing his friends to be nice to the bunny and leaving when they werenât. Heâd bandage up your bloody knees from tripping and wash off any dye thrown on your white ears. Kids were cruel to you growing up and Jungkook had made it his mission to always be there for you.
In middle school and high school it was harder for him to see you since he was a teenage boy with changing emotions. Girls his age and older caught his attention and heâd spend his afternoons with friends at arcades or game rooms. Heâd make out with girls at parties and drink like all his other friends. To be honest he hardly thought about you in these situations.
When he would get home if heâd see you around heâd ask how you were doing but that was it. You were still the growing bunny hybrid heâd grown to care for so he always felt guilty when he couldnât see you for a couple days. He practically had seen you grow up and put up with so much torment from your peers that he wanted to be the one who was there for you. The problem was your age difference, he couldnât be hanging out with you all the time without people looking at him weird so he had to stop. He took your number instead so that you can rant to him about whatever you wanted and heâd respond.
His friends made fun of you every time they saw you. Theyâd poke at Jungkook and call you his girlfriend or his pet and heâd argue with them over it. There never understood his relationship with you and he never went into detail. In reality he just wanted to protect you. Heâd always see you getting picked on outside and he never saw your parents. All he saw was a little kid always outside by themself and his need to comfort had never changed.
Maybe it had something to do with having an older brother but Jungkook always craved to have someone look up at him like that. To feel secure because he was around and trust that heâd be there through anything. You made him feel that way.
So, after he graduated high school and was moving to Seoul for university it had been the hardest thing heâd ever done. Having to tell you he was moving away was so hard, he still remembers seeing little 14 year old you crying. You yelled at him that day, told him you didnât need him anyway and that he could go and never come back for all you care. That had hurt him more than his break up from his high school girlfriend. Youâd ran off into your house and he couldnât do anything about it.
If it wasnât for his parents telling him of the little hybrid Jungkook used to be friends with moving to Seoul he wouldâve never known. He tried visiting during breaks but as time passed his life had gotten busy. Four years after he left and you graduated you reunited again. He called you asking what your plan was when you got to Seoul and in the end he asked if you wanted to move in with him until you figured out what to do.
That was three years ago when you were 18, now you were 21 and the two of you still lived together as roommates.
âKookie!â You whined wiggling off his lap when his fingers played with your tail, you crashed into Jimin scooting back, âYouâre not even listening!â
Jungkook snapped out of his thoughts turning to look at you. His brow arched, âHm?â
You rolled your eyes at him, âI asked what happened between you and Yuna.â
He let out a sigh running a hand over his face. He looked at Jimin wishing he was anywhere but here. Heâd rather talk to just you but that didnât seem to be happening anytime soon. With a shrug he said, âWell she basically said I donât prioritize her and that she wishes Iâd give her more attention.â
You made a pout shaking your head, âBut you do prioritize her!â Jimin nudged you from behind but you ignored it. You knew what Jimin was thinking. He was wanting to know why you always did this to yourself. Why you never told Jungkook how you felt about him and instead let him go on and date whoever he wanted and then her upset when they break up.
You had a reason for it, of course you did. It was pretty simple too. You have always had a crush on Jungkook but you also have always known heâs different. Heâs popular, heâs attractive, heâs nice. He doesnât have any sort of quirk like pointed ears and a tail. He was the perfect example of a human male. He was always sought after by girls for as long as you could remember, girls who didnât have anything off about them either and you just didnât compete. So instead you bottled your feelings in hopes of staying by his side even if it was just as friends.
âI thought so too Bun,â Jungkook shrugged standing up and walking away. Jimin let out a sigh, âIâm gonna get going, Iâve got work in an hour.â
You waved him goodbye and made yourself comfortable on the couch. You watched Jungkook move around in the kitchen probably preparing dinner but you couldnât think about food right now.
Right now all you could think about was the fact that yet another relationship of his was ruined because of you. You just donât get it. Any time Jungkook introduces you to a girl heâs seeing youâre always on your best behavior. Youâre nice and patient, you keep your distance from him and you try and make them feel comfortable whenever theyâre over. Just because you couldnât have him didnât mean you wanted him to be alone. You wanted him to be happy and if he thinks whoever he is seeing will make him happy than you try your hardest to play nice. But itâs like no matter what you did it never worked. They always grew to hate you, always asked why you lived with him, why you couldnât go off on your own. One even told you that the only reason he keeps you around is because he pities youâsafe to say Jungkook never spoke to that girl again. Still, maybe they were right.
Maybe Jungkook really did just pity you like he had when you were kids and didnât know how to ask you to leave. Maybe you were just taking up space, his personal space. You remember when he asked if you had a place to stay coming to Seoul. Youâd told him now and heâd offered up his art studio to be your bedroom. He moved his things out and put a bed in for you.
Jungkook was in the middle of dicing up some vegetables for you, he was going to make soup with all of your favorite ingredients which were mostly greens. He looked up from his spot in the kitchen finding you laying down on the couch. Your ears dropped over your eyes and you were curled into yourself hugging one of the throw pillows. With furrowed brows he set the knife down wiping his hands clean before walking over to you. He took a seat at your feet, âWhatâs wrong?â
You didnât say anything taking the pillow and pulling it over your head to hide under. His hand found itâs way to your back rubbing small circles, âCome on bunny tell me whatâs wrong.â
You shook your head moving the pillow with and he sighed. He reached for the pillow trying to take it out of your grip only for you to turn on your stomach digging your face into the cushion. He let out a sigh taking your arm to pull you up into a sitting position before bringing you over to his lap, âWhatâs wrong?â
His lip stuck out in a pout when he looked over you face finding a stray tear slip from your eye. His heart broke at the sight and he was rushing to wipe it away, âWhy are you crying?â
âBecause itâs my fault,â you let out a sigh, âI ruined another relationship of yourââ
âNo, honey you didnât,â his brows furrowed as he shook his head, âDonât blame yourself when it had nothing to do with you.â
You were smaller than him in height which made it easier for him to coddle you but as he tried to you stood up. He called out for you but you ran to your room leaving him to trail after you only took her the door slammed in his face. He tried the doorknob knocking, âCome on Y/n donât do this, letâs just have dinner and not think about it anymore.â
Still, you ignored him leaving him to eat all by himself and head to bed without seeing you again.
âJungkook you just donât get it,â Namjoon shook his head letting out a sigh as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Jungkook was in the middle of telling his group of friends what happened last week. Youâve been avoiding him the last couple of days and he doesnât get why. Heâs told you over and over again that his recent break up was not your fault. It was Yunaâs. She wanted to break up with him and she chose to blame you for it when you were nothing but nice to her. Heâd see the way youâd come running with a smile offering her cookies and cake only for her to turn you down.
He was hoping talking to his friends would help him clear his mind but it seems to be having the opposite effect. Yoongi was brushing his tail as he spoke, âYou know why this keeps happening but you want to act like itâs not a problem.â
Namjoon nodded, âExactly. Iâve just got one question for you, okay?â
With a sigh Jungkook nodded waiting to hear what heâd have to say. He was thankful for the friends heâs made over the last couple of years. They were much more open minded than his friends back home but maybe it had something to do with their diversity. Namjoon, Jungkook, and Jin were all human with no extra perk while Yoongi and Hoseok were hybrids. Yoongi was a calico cat hybrid and Hoseok was a ferret. The group was balanced and diverse so they were much easier to talk to about his problems than his friends back home. Still, they didnât seem to be on his side today.
âSay the next girl you meet is the one,â Namjoon began looking straight at Jungkook as they all sat around a table trying to have lunch between work shifts, âSheâs everything you look for in a partner, you can genuinely see yourself spending the rest of your life with her. Letâs say she doesnât mind your friendship with Y/n but she asks for one thing.â
Jungkook held his breath waiting for Namjoon to finish. Namjoon goes on, âShe wants to spend the rest of her life with you and all she asks is for you and her to move in together. She wants Y/n to live somewhere else because itâd be inappropriate. What would you do then?â
âY/n would just move in with Jimin,â Jungkook shrugged it off like it wasnât a big deal but he tried to picture it. Heâd have to tell Jimin about how you like your eggs in the morning and how you prefer your vegetables diced up. Heâd give Jimin a list of foods you donât like and foods you do. Heâd show him what to do when your teeth begin to hurt and where to take you when your heat acts upâthough he wouldnât be comfortable you living with Jimin when that happens. Maybe heâll just drive you to your heat partners himself so you wouldnât have to worry about triggering Jiminâ
âNo, I mean what if this girl wants to live far from Y/n? She doesnât want you to have to take care of anyone else,â Namjoon clarified, âBut sheâs your perfect match so you donât want to lose her. What will you do when that happens?â
âIâIâllâŚâ Jungkook tried to picture it. He tried picturing this perfect imaginary person heâd want to spend the rest of his life with. Though if they were perfect they wouldnât want him to distance himself from you, would they? No, no they wouldnât.
âJungkook this should be easy,â Hoseok cut in with a shrug of his shoulders, âYouâd just be living separately so it shouldnât be that hard to answer his question.â
âI know,â Jungkook looked down. It should be easy but it isnât. He lived away from you for four years after high school and though he managed heâd be lying if he said he never wondered how his little bunny friend was. Itâs why it was so easy for him to ask you to move in with him when you moved to the city. Youâd grown up together in the same apartment building, the only time you were separated was when he moved away and he remembers how much it hurt you both when he did.
âGo!â Fourteen year old you had yelled at him, âI donât care that youâre leaving. You can leave and never come back for all I care! I donât need you! Youâre just like everyone else anyway, all you do is throw people away when you donât need them anymore!â
He tried to picture what would happen if his girlfriend really did ask him to live away from you. If the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with asked him to leave you behind what would he do? What would you say then?
He doesnât think he can put up with you hating him again. He felt so torn when he first moved away that the second he found out you were moving to his city he had to keep you close.
âYouâre stressing him out,â Jin pointed out catching Jungkook zone out in thought. He patted Jungkookâs knee, âHe just means you have to think about your relationship with Y/n and how itâs affecting your other relationships.â
He did try and think about it for the rest of the day. Every time he thought about it though he couldnât wrap his mind around what it meant. He hasnât ever had to think about it. All the girls heâs been with in the past could never stand between you and him. It was just too different.
He had romantic feelings for them, of course he did. But what he felt for you was different, itâd always been. Heâd never seen anyone protect you and thatâs all heâd ever wanted. Why couldnât he do that and be in a relationship at the same time? Why did they make him choose between them and you when they didnât compare? His relationships never lasted more than a few months while heâs known you since he was nine. Now at 25 youâd think heâd want to settle down with someone just a little, and he does. He really does crave someoneâs affection but not if it meant he couldnât see you every morning and every night.
Jungkook has been asked numerous times why he doesnât just date you. You live in an age where hybrid and non-hybrid couples exist and are accepted so why not? The truth is heâs never imagined you and him like that. Growing up youâd always been the younger girl he comforted in rough times. Heâd remind you how important you were and how special too. Heâd tell you that your bullies just picked on you because they thought you were weak and you werenât. It had everything to do with your age growing up that had him never having any romantic feelings toward you and as you both hit adulthood he just never thought of you that way.
Heâs also positive youâve never seen him that way too. Heâs seen the boys youâve invited over and and the mean youâve had for your heat. They were all hybrids, all taller and buffer. All had something special about them unlike him.
Hell, even your friend Jimin was so different from him. Jimin had soft pointed gray ears. He had the prettiest of spots on his tail that you absolutely adored. Heâd see you fawn over Jiminâs special features that Jungkook just couldnât compare. Even with Hoseok youâd play with him any time he was over always reaching for his tail and giggling when he did the same. Youâd play with Yoongi whoâd let you cuddle up against him because who didnât like a cute little bunny like you? All Jungkook could do for you was make sure you never got hurt and even that he couldnât compare with a hybridâs strength.
When he got home later that day he found you doing homework at the dining table. Your ears were drooped to the side and you had a penstuck in your mouth for concentration. You jumped out of your seat the second you saw him and ran into his open arms, âYouâre home!â
He smiled warmly carrying you back over to your chair and set you down. He combed his fingers through your hair making sure to touch that spot near the base of your ears that was a little sensitive, âWhat time did you get home today?â
âMy last class was cancelled so I came home a little earlier,â you said leaning into his touch, foot thumping on the floor at the pleasure of being petted. He gently pulled his hand away to let you finish studying as he carried his work portfolio to his room. Unlike him who was working a full time job, you were still in University. You were in your second to last year while he worked at a production company during the week. You didnât pay rent but thatâs because he told you not to. He covered rent fully knowing you were in school with scholarships and financial aid and unless you had a job you wouldnât have any money.
The simple fix was to get a job but he was not too thrilled about that. Itâd be more hours in the day that you wouldnât see each other and he canât imagine you working some Night Shift alone where he canât take care of you. Like heâs said before, heâs not even sure if your parents helped with anything at all.
After changing out of his work clothes he went to the kitchen rummaging through groceries looking for what to make for dinner. You and Jungkook split chores up evenly. You didnât know how to cook so instead you cleaned while he made food when he was around. Youâd both go grocery shopping and get things you needed. When you were home alone you mostly snacked until he made food.
âSo whatâd you do when you got home?â Jungkook asked as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows washing his hands at the sink. He looked over at the pen you had in your mouth, seeing the way the end was covered in teeth marks. Wiping his hands dry he reached for your box of teething sticks and took one out walking over to you. You looked up at him with rounded doe eyes and watched him pull the pen out of your mouth and hand you the stick instead. You gave him a cheeky smile and took it with an apology.
âI went over to Jiminâs and he introduced me to a new friend of his! Heâs a tiger!â You sat with your knees tucked under you on the chair bouncing a little, âHis nameâs Taehyung and he smells so good! He smells like grass and honey. He says he likes to sleep in the sun and I do too! So we got along pretty quickly.â
Jungkookâs brows furrowed in discomfort. He didnât like you friends with all these predators. You could seriously get hurt if you werenât careful enough and if nobody was there to save you. Still, he just nodded letting you express your joy in meeting someone new, âHis roommate is human too! Can you believe that? We had so much in common.â
Jungkook carried over a plate of vegetable chips over to where you were. He looked down at your homework and sat next to you hand feeding you when you asked him to. He smiled, âJust remember to be careful bun, make sure to call me if anything ever happens to you.â
You rolled your eyes despite the way your heart melted chewing thoroughly through the food he gave you, âI promise.â
Jungkook held your hand the entire way to his friendâs house. He knew how anxious you got sometimes surrounded by new people and he knew tonight that would be the case. Heâd been invited over to Hoseokâs place on Friday since he was inviting a few people over he asked Jungkook to bring you along. You seemed eager at first but now that you were at the door you were timid. You kept looking around as if to make a mistake and he pulled you into his side, âWe can leave if you want to.â
Before you could object the door was opening and Hoseok was smiling down at you both, âGood youâre here, come in! Drinks and snacks are in the kitchen. Donât touch aux or Iâll kill you.â
With that you scooted closer to Jungkook. He rolled his eyes at his friend before leading you toward the kitchen. There were more people than he thought so he made sure to keep you close.
âWhy doesnât this open?â You held up a bottle with a corkscrew, trying to twist it off.
âYou need a bottle opener,â he said simply hoping itâd satiate your curiosity. From the corner of his eye he could see you take a bottle and try and open it with a regular bottle opener instead of one for corkscrews. You hit the metal against the top. You did it over and over again letting out a whine, âItâs broken!â
âNo honey, like this,â he took it out of your hands and took the right opener making sure to twist it on and show you exactly how to get it open.
âThatâs stupid,â you turned away losing interest once it was finally open and looked at the crowd of people. Your eyes widened, âTaehyung!â
Jungkookâs head shot up immediately catching you just before you took off. He reached out to you but you were crossing the room toward a guy with black rounded ears and a striped orange tail. He smiled widely at you as you made your way up to him.
Jungkook set his drinks down on the table looking around the room as he tried to go after you.
âJungkook! Come here for a second,â Namjoon called out to him. He looked over at his friend and a tall blonde next to him before looking back to you. You were smiling with the guy you called Taehyung and once he made sure everything was okay he went to Namjoon.
âHey,â he mumbled reaching over the island for his drink.
âHyeri this is my friend Jungkook, the one Iâve been telling you about?â Namjoon said with a smirk, âJungkook this is Hyeri. Hyeri has been asking me to introduce you to her for a while now.â
âThanks for the subtlety Joon,â the blonde rolled her eyes as her face flushed red avoiding Jungkookâs blank stare. He just got out of a three month relationship with Yuna and was already being thrown to the sharks. With a sigh he smiled, âHe doesnât know what being subtle means.â
At the other end of the party you and Taehyung were having a different sort of conversation.
âBut heâs not my owner! Heâs my friend, you canât own a hybrid anymore,â you argued with your new friend Taehyung who teased you over your relationship with Jungkook. Turns out Hoseok and Taehyung roomed together in college and recently got together again. You were surprised to se whim here since youâd just been excitedly telling Jungkook about your new friend a few days ago.
âI know Iâm kidding Bun!â Taehyung laughed ruffling your hair, âBut what I mean is⌠youâre close with Jungkook, right? You donât pay rent and donât pay any bills. Itâs almost like heâs your owner considering the little independence you have. What happens when he gets into a long term relationship with someone he really loves and she asks him to kick you out?â
Your ears fell forward shielding yourself as you thought about it. Would he kick you out? Heâs never ever chosen his girlfriends over you but what if the next one was The One. Would he then? You donât Ben have a job. You donât have money. Jungkook does almost everything for you. Even when it comes to clothes he buys you what you need under the pretense of birthdays, holidays and special occasions.
âWell how do I become more independent?â
So you listened to what Taehyung had to say. The next time you saw Jimin you asked him if he could help you get a job and you kept it a secret from Jungkook. Until the job was secured you didnât tell him what you were doing and even after you wonât tell him the real reason why you got a job.
You hated to admit it but Taehyung was right. You needed to learn to be more independent. Growing up youâd been so independent. Your parents werenât ever around and you had to do everything on your own. It was until Jungkook came along that he let you feel safe and taken care of. When he left after high school you had to get used to doing things on your own, handling things by yourself. Youâd gotten good at it too. Thatâs how you made it to college, by studying hard and getting scholarships and aid. Unfortunately youâd reverted back to codependency when you moved in with Jungkook. He made it so easy to rely on him and practically let yourself be babied and you were not a baby!
You could do things on your own even if people didnât believe you and you were going to prove it. You love Jungkook and youâre tired of trying him down. You wanted him to find happiness and he was never going to be able to do that if you keep holding him back.
Jungkook had been fresh out the shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist when he came out to find you getting ready. With furrowed brows he approached you, âWhere you going?â
Your hand froze as it applies the last layer of mascara to your eyes. Without turning to look at him you bit your lip nervously, âWork.â
His mouth parted in surprise, âWork? W-what do you mean work?â
You took a small sniff of his clean scent feeling your insides turn giddy. You could see his bare chest and the small water droplets that trailed down the ridges of his abs. Taking a big breath you turned to look at him acting dumb, âI didnât tell you? I swore I did. I got a job with Jimin. Tonightâs my first night.â
âNo, I wouldâve remembered if you told me,â he moved closer to you leaving his spot by the door and coming up, âWith Jimin? He works at a bar Y/n.â
âI know,â you shrugged, âAnd I had an interview there on Wednesday. Todayâs my first official day, Iâm excited.â
âBut⌠But why do you need a job? Are you short on money? I gave you a few hundred last month for your birthday, do you need more?â He asked looking around your room, âLet me go get my wallet.â
He left before you could even argue and changed into something more suitable in the process. He came back to your room, âHow much you do need honey?â
âJungkook I donât need money, I mean I do but not right now. I just think I should get a job, start supporting myself,â you shrugged standing up and looking at your reflection in the mirror. You wore a short black skirt and black top that emphasized the cute white fluff ball of your tail and white ears poking out your head. He shook his head catching himself staring a little too closely at the length of your legs, âBut why? Why do you need to start supporting yourself?â
He knows he shouldnât be against it. He should feel perfectly fine with you getting a job but he isnât. He doesnât get it. Why all of a sudden do you want to support yourself? Youâve been perfectly fine allowing Jungkook to take care of you. Were you growing tired of him? Did you plan on leaving? Was he becoming too overprotective of you? He let you run off with Taehyung the other night at the party. He doesnât mind Jimin coming over to see you all the time or Hoseok cuddling you. He makes enough money to support you both so why?
You didnât answer him and that bothered him even more. What didnât you want to tell him? Did you meet someone? Were you planning on moving out? Did someone say something to you? Did one of his friends say something to you? He swears to god if someone tried to belittle your importance to him heâs going to flip.
âIâll drive you,â he said instead of pressing the issue. You looked too excited and he couldnât make you sad and worked up with all his questions. He drove you to the bar Jimin worked at happy to see Jiminâs car already there. He unbuckled your belt for you fixing your hair and lifting the fallen strap of your shirt onto your shoulder when it slipped.
âCall me if you donât like it. Call me if theyâre mean to you. Call me if you need absolutely anything, alright?â Jungkookâs hand cupped your face, âPlease? Text me when youâre inside and when youâre off. Iâll pick you up. Text me how itâs going anââ
âI probably canât be on my phone.â
âIâll get down. Iâll just make sure everything goes smoothly and Iâll just drink at the bar for an hour or so,â he went to unbuckle his belt when your hand stopped his. He looked back at you with worried eyes, âItâs okay Kookie. Iâll be fine. Iâll text you when Iâm off?â
Jungkook felt his blood boil at the sight. He opened the car door and slammed it back shut storming over to you. You smiled widely upon seeing him, âKookie!â
âIâve been waiting for you,â he grumbled when you reached out to him for a hug. He glared up at the guy whoâd been hugging you. He noticed how similar he looked to him. No tail, no pointed ears, just human. That almost seemed to annoy him even more.
âYouâve gotta meet my new friend Jisoo! Heâs got a pet bunny and he says weâve got the same color ears!â You said excitedly, âI wanna go see see him!â
âNo!â Jungkook took a deep breath, âI mean, not right now honey itâs late. Youâve got class in the morning.â
With a pout you nodded turning to Jisoo and giving him an apologetic smile. Jungkook glared at him, why would that guy want you to go over this late to see a bunny anyway? Was that his code for wanting you to come over and do God knows what to you? He took your hand in his pulling you away as Jimin followed toward his own car.
Once you were inside you buckled your own belt and smiled, âOh! But I am going to Jiminâs then. Heâs gonna help me take drink orders faster so weâre gonna stay up and practice.â
âIâll come with you,â Jungkook cleared his throat as he started the car trying to get home as soon as possible. You shook your head, âNo itâs okay. Iâll just be next door and youâll probably need to go to sleep soon.â
âBut I havenât seen you at all today bunny,â he sighed looking over to you. Itâs true. This morning he had to leave for work early and couldnât drop you off on campus so you had to get Uber to and from. Then you rode with Jimin to work today since you had the same shift and heâd been stuck in a meeting anyway. Heâs been waiting for you all afternoon and now that youâre off youâre basically telling him you donât need to see him. That hurts.
Itâs like lately you would rather hang out with anyone but him. Yesterday he found you on the phone giggling over something Taehyung said. The day before you were telling him youâd like to open a savings account on top of a checking. It feels like over night youâve decided you donât need him anymore and that fucking hurts.
He complained about it to his friends the next day. You had to work again and he went over to Yoongiâs place after work for some drinks since he was just going to be home other wise.
âI just donât get it. I feel like she doesnât want me around anymore,â Jungkook sighed.
âI think youâre being dramatic,â Jin shrugged, âShouldnât you be happy? Youâve got all this free time now. You donât have to rush home to make Y/n dinner or skip on a night out so sheâs not home alone.â
âI agree,â Hoseok nodded looking to Jungkook, âAnd if Iâm going to be honest I think you underestimate Y/n a lot.â
âI donât!â
âYou do,â Namjoon agreed, âYou act like she canât do anything by herself. Maybe sheâs tired of you babying her all the time.â
âI donât baby her,â Jungkook tried to argue but he couldnât even explain himself. He does not baby you! He knows you can do things on your own he just prefers doing them. Ever since he left you for those four years he thinks back on everything he missed out on with you. He had the longest relationship during that time, a whole two years that quickly went down the drain when he told her youâd be moving in with him. She begged and begged him to explain why but he just kept saying the same thing over and over again. That he promised you as kids to always be there for you and he plans on keeping that promise he might to five year old you.
âYou do,â Yoongi pointed out, âDonât you ever wonder how she managed to do things on her own when you first moved here? Clearly she knows how to do things and sheâs working on herself to be more independent So why do you seem so upset over it?â
âThatâs not what bothers me!â Jungkook groaned throwing his head back into the couch, âWhat bothers me is that she has no time for me now. Sheâs always in class or working or hanging out with her new friends. I feel like sheâs forgetting about me.â
Namjoon narrowed his eyes in thought, âIâm going to say something and I donât want you to get mad at me because of it.â
Jungkook huffed already feeling himself get annoyed before Namjoon even said what he had to say. He tried not to react when Namjoon spoke, âI think youâre just jealous.â
âYou love Y/n and Iâm not talking about as a friend or anything. I mean you are genuinely in love with Y/n and you probably just never noticed. I think you keep seeing her as the little girl you used to care for and not the growing adult she is,â Namjoon pointed out, âYou keep saying sheâs forgetting about you but everyone knows thatâs not true. I think youâre so used to Y/n only ever being focused on you that when she gives her attention to someone elseâespecially another guy, it makes you mad.â
âIâmâŚâ he bit his lip feeling his heart race a little, âIâm not⌠I love Y/n but Iâm not in love with her. Itâd be weird if I was, wouldnât it?â
He thought about it for a second. He is not in love with you. He canât be. You were still that younger girl he wishes to protect, nothing more. If there was more to it wouldnât he not be going on dates? Well to be fair he hasnât gone on any dates since Yuna. Namjoon tried introducing him to Hyeri but the night he was supposed to get drinks with her was the night you were starting your new job. Heâd been showered and everything but once he found out what you were doing he couldnât bring himself to leave. He ended up calling her and telling her he wasnât going to make it and stayed home to make sure if you needed him heâd be able to go with you.
And okay, yes, he did notice how much you changed when you first moved in with him. He was 22 and you were 18, you looked so different from the last time heâd seen you. Youâd grown, the efforts of puberty taking full affect and yes itâd been a little hard at first to not focus on your sudden curves and assets. But still! He got over it pretty quickly when he realized that inside you were still that cute little girl he just wanted to protect.
âItâd be weird if you werenât,â Yoongi cut into his thoughts coming back to what theyâd been talking about, âJust think about it Kook. All these failed relationships because you wonât let Y/n go. Donât you want to at least see if thereâs anything between you two?â
Theyâre wrong. His friends are wrong. He was not in love with you, he just needs you. Heâs just upset he feels like youâre brushing him off. Heâs never once pictured you and him in any sort of romantic relationship. Heâs never felt jealous when you go on dates or when you have heat partnersâbut was it because heâd know youâll come home to him?
Right now he couldnât even understand what youâre trying to tell him. Youâre saving up to move out? TO MOVE OUT!?!?!
âBut honey⌠I just⌠I donât get it,â he shook his head following you into the living room, âWhy are you saving up to move out? Did I do something to upset you? Just tell me and we can work it out.â
âOf course not Kookie!â You sat up on the couch, âI just⌠well I think itâs time I move out. Iâll give you back your art studio and you wonât have to worry about taking care of me when you meet someone new.â
âBut Iâm not even seeing anyone right now!â Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair feeling anxious, âAnd if I was I wouldnât choose them over you!â
You shook your head. Sigh. You couldnât do this right now. He just doesnât get it. He doesnât get that you need to move out. And heâs right, you have been distancing yourself from him but thereâs a reason for it. Taehyung has really opened your eyes with that talk you two had.
You love Jungkook. No, youâre in love with him. Thatâs why youâve been distancing yourself with work and new friends. Because if he does meet the right person youâre not sure how youâll handle it. How will you put up with seeing him so in love?
So youâve been trying to get yourself prepared for that hypothetical but realistic situation. But now heâs upset about it and youâre contemplating just being honest with him.
âI love you.â
He stopped pacing looking over to you, âI love you too Bun.â
You rolled your eyes slumping back into the couch, âNo Kookie I mean Iâm in love with you. I have been for a long time and I just donât think itâs good for us to keep living together unless we both feel the same. Weâre both adults and at some point our living situation and our relationship will come off as inappropriate, it already has.â
His brows furrowed. What did you just say?
You confessed to him last night and he had absolutely no idea how to handle the situation. It was so unexpected. How does one even prepare for that? All the sighs were there, he knows that, but it still took him by surprise.
You say youâve always felt that way but thatâs not true. It canât be. If it was true⌠then that means all this time youâve been in love with him. No. No!
Itâs not true.
He knows everything about you. He wouldâve known if you felt that way about him, wouldnât he? If you felt that way about him why didnât you say anything sooner? Why didnât you get mad when he had a girlfriend?
Though he had seen you cry when you felt like he wasnât paying enough attention to you. But he always thought you were just a needy bunny! You were high maintenance, he knows that, so maybe he just overlooked the signs?
âDo you mind driving me to work today?â You asked him. He snapped out of his racing thoughts from last night to turn and look at you, âSure.â
He still canât stop thinking about what you said, or what you said after: âDonât worry, I donât expect you to feel the same. I just hope you can understand now why I think itâs better that I move out.â
Once he had the keys and you were ready you both walked down to his car together. Youâre perfectly fine, unlike him youâre not zoning out in thought. Itâs almost as if you hadnât made this crazy confession to him the night before! Maybe it wasnât that serious to you? Heâs not sure but he does know itâs all heâs been able to think about today.
He reached over to buckle you in only to find you doing it yourself and popping your AirPods into your ears essentially closing him out. He sat back, when did you get so⌠independent? He always puts your seatbelt on you. He always dices up your vegetables the way you like. He always makes sure his car has the exact scent you like. Itâs like you donât care about those little things he does for you even as you claim to be in love with him. He just doesnât get when everything got so out of control that he doesnât even feel like he knows you right now.
âTomorrow Iâve got a meeting before week and a meeting after, I might not get to see you bun,â he cleared his throat as he stopped in front of your work. You just nodded your head opening the door. He wished youâd say more. He misses when youâd get upset about him being gone too long.
Biting your lip as you opened the door you paused. Youâre trying to seem mature at the moment so Jungkook wouldnât keep seeing you as a little girl but it was hard. Especially with what he just told you it makes you want to crawl back to him instead of heading to work. You turned back to him and pressed your nose against his.
His hand immediately flew up to pet your ear taking this small act of love and rolling with it. He still canât make sense of what youâve told him but at least he knows how to respond to this. He caressed that soft spot on your tall white ear you loved as you rubbed your nose against his, âGoodbye.â
âBye,â he breathed out already missing your warmth when you pulled away. You came back to peck his cheek with a kiss giggling before you left for real this time.
You see, why canât you be like that all the time? Why canât you be all lovely like youâd always been instead of trying to push him like youâve done recently. He just doesnât get it! How can you say youâre in love with him just like that? Like itâs not a big deal! Then give him that soft little bunny kiss of yours even when his mind is racing in confusion!
You woke up the next day to an empty apartment. Jungkook had already told you heâd be home late today so you already knew he wouldnât be at home in the morning either. What you couldnât understand is why you woke up in pain?
You felt hot, kicking the sheets off and even going as far as removing your shorts. You checked the time, your first class would be starting soon.
Sitting up you tried to rub the sleep out of your eyes and stand but it physically hurt. Your stomach hurt and you felt like throwing up. With furrowed brows you sat back down trying to decide what to do. Youâre already running late thanks to sleeping through your alarm. How did you even sleep through it? If you skipped a shower, didnât do your make up or hair and skipped breakfast then youâd be able to make it to the bus stop. But all of that seemed like a lot of work and you had absolutely no desire to move off this bed at the moment.
You could call Jimin and see if heâs up but it was very unlikely. You could call Taehyung and see if he can come pick you up but by the time he gets here and drops you off your already be late for your first class.
âOw!â You whined hunching over holding your hands to your stomach. You felt nauseous like you could throw up any second. Shaking your head you moved to lie back down.
Maybe you can sleep the pain away and not go to class today.
âI want someone recording from here,â Jungkook pointed at one corner of the room, âAnd here. Make sure you get both of theirs face and can you both please look at the camera when you talk?â
He pinched the skin between his brows. He had a meeting early morning about a new web video theyâd be shooting and right after he had to rush on set. Heâs been keeping himself busy trying not to think about you but he couldnât help it. Last night you took an Uber back home and failed to ask him to go get you from work. He ended up knocking out so he hasnât seen you since he dropped you off at work yesterday.
Right now heâs just hoping he can make it through the long day in one piece.
âWhatâs up with you today?â Yoongi chuckled as he came up to him. He just finished production for his own video and was checking on Jungkookâs progress. Yoongi and Jungkook were the only two of their friends who worked together and heâs thankful for that. But right now he doesnât want to talk to Yoongi.
âJust tired,â Jungkook cleared his throat taking the bottled water one of the assistants brought him.
âSo howâs Y/n? Sheâs still working at that bar?â Yoongi asked. Jungkook pretended to be too focused on the screens but in reality he wasnât paying any attention. He huffed in annoyance running his hand over his face before turning to his friend, âYeah. She is.â
âAlright sit down, take five,â Yoongi told him, âYou look tired.â
After this small segment was recorded Jungkook called for a break allowing Yoongi to take him outside for a smoke break even if he didnât smoke. He leaned against the railing crossing his arms in front of his chest as he waited for Yoongi to say something.
âWhatâs wrong with you? It looks like you havenât been sleeping,â Yoongi said. Itâs true. He hasnât. He still keeps thinking about what you said and how you havenât mentioned it since. And he feels guilty. He didnât say anything back that night because he was genuinely taken by surprise. Heâs happy he hadnât, what if he said something he shouldnât have?
For the past couple of weeks heâs been so confused by your behavior and by his disliking toward it he hasnât once listened to what anyone around him says. He kept saying theyâre wrong, that thereâs no way you loved him like that but you just proved him wrong. And he doesnât even have time to think about it before youâre brushing it under the rug like it doesnât mean a thing. Like you could just say that to him and expect him to not care!
As if that doesnât change your entire dynamic! And he just thinks about how youâre in class right now or on your way to work so he canât even call and try and talk to you about it!
Except of course heâs wrong. He very well can call you because you didnât go to class today. You were however on your way to work.
âYou look like shit,â Jimin laughed when you came in. When you got closer he almost choked. He began to cough hysterically covering his mouth as he ducked down, âHoly shit.â
âWhat?â You sniffed yourself. You actually got up and showered before coming to work. He shook his head, distancing himself from you as he looked around at who was inside the bar. He approached you a little later on once he was able to calm down but he was still careful.
Heâs never felt this way around you before. Jimin placed his hand on your waist hesitantly, âAre you feeling okay?â
You shook your head, âNo. I donât feel good I think I might be getting sick.â
Jimin shook his head still cautious as he took another sniff of your scent, âNo bunny, youâre not sick.â
âOh.â
âI think you should go home though,â he cleared his throat snapping himself out of his growing thoughts in concern. Before you could argue he was walking off toward the back office so he can find the boss. You brushed off his weird behavior trying to fan yourself as another heat flash passed. You wore some of the thinnest clothes you had today and yet you can feel yourself burning up.
Jimin fished his phone out of his locker pulling up his contacts and going straight to one in particular. It rang twice before someone answered, âHello?â
âJungkook hey itâs Jimin,â he released a breath he hadnât known he was holding, âSorry if youâre busy but um⌠I think you should come pick Y/n up.â
âWhat?â Jungkook sounded alert now, âDid something happen to her? Where are you? Are you guys working? Do I need to take her to the hospital? How severe?â
âI think sheâs going to get her heat,â Jimin whispered. The line went silent, Jiminâs bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he tried not breathe in your scent that was starting to filter through the entire place. If there were any more hybrids here he had to get off the phone and go be with you.
âIâm on my way.â Click.
Jungkook cursed at himself. Heâs so fucking stupid. Heâs been so distracted lately he hasnât been looking at your heat tracker. You never pay attention to it. Itâs always Jungkook who does and heâs the one who slipped up. His meeting had ended early today so heâd just been at him while you were at work. Heâs been relaxing while youâve been suffering. He canât believe himself.
He barely had his shoes on correctly as he rushed out the door to his car. Jungkook definitely ran some yellow lights but he didnât care. If Jimin was able to smell you who knows how many more hybrids were getting a good whif. He needed to get you out of there and get you to call one of the bucks you typically spent your heat with.
âKoo!â You jumped into his arms the second he stepped into the bar. He found about three hybrids there standing with you, one being Jimin. He held you up in his arms, you pressed your face into his cheek, âI missed you!â
âI missed you too honey,â he took your bag that Jimin handed him making sure to keep your legs wrapped around his waist, âThank you.â
âI donât feel good,â you whined nuzzling your nose against his neck. He didnât smell as strong as the hybrids whoâd been keeping you company but he smelled so much better. He smelled like Jungkook and that was your favorite.
âI know baby I am so sorry,â he rubbed your back soothingly as he led you out, âLetâs go home.â
You hissed in pain hunching over and clutching your stomach as you sat in his car. He reached over you and buckled you in as he started the car. The sooner he got you home the better. His chest tightened at the sight of you in pain and he doesnât care if he gets a ticket, heâs speeding home.
In the middle of the drive you took the seatbelt off. He turned to glare at you when you suddenly leaned over the middle console and kissed his cheek. The car swerved a little but he managed to keep it straight. You giggled, âYou smell so good Kookie.â
He smiled awkwardly, âThank you honey, why donât you sit back down?â
You did as told like the good bunny you were but you could help but keep looking at him, âYouâre so pretty Kookie. Youâre the prettiest man Iâve ever seen.â
His breath hitched, âReally? I think youâre lying to me bunny.â
âNo! Iâm a good girl, I donât lie,â you said suddenly shaking your head and leaning back into him, âI would never lie to you Koo, I love you.â
Oh God there it was again. The reminder that you had feelings for him and he didnât say anything. Fuck. Maybe thatâs why you said it, because your heat was coming up and not because you actually meant it.
He struggled to get you inside the apartment with you begging him to carry you and he couldnât argue over it.
Jungkook fumbled with the key when he felt a sudden wet softness on his neck. He tried to ignore it and clear his head but it happened again. You were licking his neck as he held you. You were licking his neck!
âBaby hold on. Once we get inside you can call Jaeho or Seokmin and theyâll come help you,â he breathed out trying not to let his eyes roll back when you nipped on his ear lobe.
âDonât want them! Want you!â You whined wiggling in his grasp that he almost dropped you. He couldnât believe what you were saying right now. This wasnât right. Heâll have to talk to you about this when your mind clears up.
âAh fuck!â His voice was shaky as he pushed the door open just as you began to grind your hips against him searching for release. He had to push you against the wall to keep from dropping you, âS-stop that bunny. Youâre not t-thinking straight.â
His eyes rolled back when he felt you kiss his neck. He heard the door slam shut behind him but he couldnât move. Not with you trying to grind against him and fuck this was not a good idea.
He could feel his member begin to betray him responding to the sudden friction. You kissed along his jaw trying to turn his face. His eyes squeezed shut, oh fuck what does he do?
He doesnât think you can wait for one of your heat partners. He thinks, no he knows, you want to do it with him but that just wasnât a good idea! What would that make of your relationship?
âBaby we should st-ngh,â he couldnât help himself. The second you kissed the corner of his mouth he was melting. His eyes fell shut in a haze as you kissed hungrily against his mouth. His hand landed flat on the wall trying to keep himself up. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Yes, fuck! Exactly what you were thinking. You pulled away with a needy whine, âPlease Koo, want you to fuck me.â
Oh fuck. He let out a growl that vibrates through his chest as he peeled you both off the wall. He stalked toward the next available surface swiping his hand over the discarded mail and placemats before setting you down on the table.
Heâs so disappointed in himself. He didnât even put up much of a fight. He kicked a chair out of his way as he let himself fully succumb to your seduction.
âOh fuck,â he groaned as you lied down on the cold surface looking up at him watching the wheels turn in his head. You were just so⌠needy right now.
You needed him to put his mouth on you now. You love him. You seriously did, and no this wasnât just brain fog from your heat [also how could you miss it?] this was more. Youâve always liked him and coming into adulthood just made you realize how in love you were. Youâre tired of hiding it and acting like you donât. You want him to see that you mean every word.
Your legs parted hanging off the end of the table as your hand went straight for your covered core. He watched you with his lip pulled between his teeth still debating if he wanted to do this. His mouthed opened lazily in awe as you snuck your hand into your underwear not bothering to move your skirt out of the way.
He ran his hand over his face clearly frustrated when you brought another hand toward your breasts. You made the mistake of going braless today due to how uncomfortable youâve felt all day. It just made your nipple buds ultra sensitive and hard. Your finger toyed with the nipple as your other hand began to palm your clit.
You couldnât even find it in you to feel embarrassed with the way he wasnât reciprocating as much as youâd want him to. Your head fall back with a whine pinching at your nipple while bucking your hips. You couldnât help but feel the dams in your eyes break, a couple tears sleeping, âY-you really donât love me.â
It hurt. It hurt because you should be embarrassed by how youâre acting. Youâre getting off on him watching you and he doesnât even love you! But you love him so so so so much you canât stop.
And Jungkook finally seems to snap out of this daze. His eyes pulled away from the wet patch on your underwear as your hand moved under it working yourself into a frenzy and the way you teased your nipples to look at your face. His cock seemed to have taken control for a moment, too in love with the show you were putting on for him he hadnât noticed you were upset until you were crying.
âNo! No baby please,â he licked his lips glancing down at your pretty face, heart breaking when he catches the tears in your eyes, âI love you. Of course I love you Bun!â
âYou donât,â you cried. Fuck, he was going to do it. He was going to show you. He cupped your face in his hands forcing you to look up at him and crashed his lips against yours. His brows knitted together in pleasure, an almost angry expression on his face as he let out a groan.
Your mouths clashed messily in a heated kiss, Jungkookâs tongue licking along yours moaning at the taste. You wrapped the hand that had been on your boob around his neck keeping him locked in close to you. The hand in your panties never once stopping rubbing at your clit when he pressed himself against you. His covered member pushed against your hand hissing at the friction feeling a jolt of pleasure course through his body.
You whined in pain when it wasnât enough and it killed Jungkook. He didnât want to see his baby bunny like this at all and it was all because of him! Without wasting another second he moved his hands off your face. Jungkook pulled on your shirt, ripping it open to expose your bare chest and pointed nipples. He needed to find your release now before you were in any more pain. God heâs so stupid to forget about your heat.
But if he remembered would he have been here helping you or would he have already made arrangements with Jaeho for you? His eyes rolled in annoyance, No thinking about what could have happened. His baby girl needed him. You asked for him and he wasnât going to provide.
You back arched when Jungkook suddenly licked a flat stripe over your nipple, moaning loudly when he tugged the bud with his teeth. Jungkook pulled it into his mouth sucking eagerly like a man dehydrated. His hands gripped at your waist making you rut against his covered member as he sucked and nipped at your breast, âMy poor baby,â he cooed.
It was frustrating. All you wanted was to be fucked and choked like a cheap whore by this man right here. Youâve pushed your feelings for him so far back that when they finally came to the surface it was in one heavy flood. They all poured out heavily before you making it hard for you to lock them back up, especially right now. You didnât mind being babied by him right now, he was trying to console you after crying about he didnât love you and it was working.
Jungkook pulled away with a pop, his own drool dribbling out the corners of his mouth as the heat radiating off your body became too much for him. He yanked his shirt off wrestling with his belt as he kicked them off swiftly. He looked down at your body, breasts on display, hand in your panties, finger working in and out of you. Fuck he can see the way your butt glistened with your slick.
âIâm such a badâŚâ he couldnât think of what to call himself. He wasnât your boyfriend. He wasnât your owner. Clearly he wasnât just your friend. You were his bunny, but what was he?
âDaddy!â You whined out bucking into your hand impatiently and he swears he can die a happy man right there and then. He dragged you toward the edge of the table by your legs, âIâm such a bad daddy. I canât believe Iâve left my poor baby like this.â
His voice was so gentle but taunting.
âMove your hand baby, let daddy apologize for forgetting your heat,â he licked his lips. Youâd never seen him like this, eyes clouded with lust all geared toward you. You did as told moving your hand whining at the lost of contact making him click his tongue, âSo nerdy.â
Without wasting another second he bent down and kissed your entrance over the soaked lace and dragged it off your hips in one go. You were so fucking wet, heâs never seen a pussy this covered in slick before they even started. Were you always like this? He ran a finger through your holds gathering your wetness on his fingertips before being of them back out. You groaned kicking your legs a little when he did, âKoo!â
âShh, donât be spoiled,â he looked at his fingers which shined, âLet me have a taste first.â His lips parted allowing his fingers to slip inside his mouth and pet his tongue. His eyes rolled back loving the sweetness, even your insides smelled good.
"You taste so fucking sweet bunny," he moaned. Before you could even whine again he was dragging the chair back plopping down on it. He took your legs and swung them onto his shoulders before pressing his face forward burying in your cunt. Another moan left your mouth as he pressed his lips on your clit. He brushed his thumb gently over the hardened sweet spot as you whimpered. He did it again and again, before going back to sucking your clit and flicking it with his tongue. He was being messy, so fucking messy and he could admit heâs never made out with anyoneâs pussy quite like this before.
Jungkook slid in a finger carefully listening for your response. He tried to guide you to climax but he couldnât. If he did heâd have to take his mouth off your pussy and there was no way he was going to do that. Instead he let his tongue do the talking, nose bumping against your clit repeatedly as he licked up whatever slosh his finger pushed out of you, sliding a second in to join the first.
âWant you to fuck me!â You hissed pulling on his hair harshly fucking yourself on his face. Heâd never had you so aggressive and needy but damn he loved it. You were being greedy with him, a huge contrast with how distance youâve been with him lately. Youâre making him feel needed again.
âMy baby wants to fuck?â He asked pulling away ignoring the line of arousal connecting his chin to your drenched pussy. Fuck, heâs never letting anyone else get near you on your heat ever again. You nodded cutely making grabby hands at him and his chest vibrated in another low growl. Heâs kept his voice so gentle for you, just above a whisper, so sensual that it was driving you insane. And in the same tone he was speaking again, âOkay, Iâll give my spoiled bunny whatever she needs.â
Jungkook grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his waist forcing you up from the table as he tugged at his briefs with his free hand, angry cock pointing up and the tip smacking your butt.
Anticipation curled heavy in his gut just thinking about how heâd about to have you and with a hand sliding down your back he was lifting you up in the air only held up by his embrace.
You could take it anymore, the need to have him inside you outdoing your need to be obedient and let him have his way with you.
Jungkook hisses in pleasure when he feels your hand curl around his cock pumping him twice covering him in your slick. The thought of protection completely slipping from his mind when you lined him up with your entrance. Your eye lids flutter shut, the feeling of finally having something thick between your walls washing over you as you sank onto him. Jungkookâs head fell forward, lip tugged between his teeth, an almost pained expression as he tried to concentrate on his little bunny taking his fat cock in one go. Your hip is gripped tightly by Jungkookâs hand as he swings one of your knees over his arm and doing the same to the other side giving you no choice but to take whatever heâs going to give you.
Jungkook slides almost completely out before slamming back in. "O-Oh fuuuck" he grunts when he lifts your butt with his hands before dropping you back down. You moans loudly not caring if the whole block heard you.
Just then your gums begin to ache. The need to chew on something becoming overwhelming but you couldnât do anything Jungkook fucking you onto his cock with no remorse. Thinking quickly you bit down on his shoulder, teeth nibbling softly relieving some of the itch. Jungkook grunts and slams hard and fast inside your tight walls, âFucking Hell! My poor baby! You feel so fucking good bunny.â
You couldnât hold yourself back. Being on your heat and worked up since earlier in the day, you couldnât stop the pleasure from washing over you. You were cumming, mouth drawn open in a whine as stray tear slipped from your eyes, âNo!â
Jungkook freezes, he tries to catch his breath biting back his release with a groan as you clenched down around him. He could feel your slick dribble down his cock and balls and suddenly he couldnât hold you like this anymore. He quickly made his way to the first piece of furniture and crashing down on the couch.
âIâm sorry,â you hiccuped feeling him twitch inside you but he didnât move. He wanted to make sure you were okay first, âItâs okay baby, this is about you right now.â
âNuh uh,â you shook your head, hand flat on his chest as you sat on his cock, walls still convulsing, âGotta make you feel good too.â
He wanted to argue and say it was okay but he couldnât. You were already grinding on his cock and he was so fucking close. He gritted his teeth releasing a hiss, âOh fuck baby, such a good fucking girl.â
âWant you to breed me,â you planted your feet against the cushion is best as you could, bouncing on his thick cock chasing his release now feeling another threatening to overwhelm you.
âShit! Shit!â He covered his face with his forearm unable to concentrate on anything but your words and your tight cunt milking his cock, âShit baby, fuck you want my babies? Want my kits?â
At that you bounced more eagerly, boobs bouncing in his face and his his lips lifted rutting into your every thrust. âI love you bunny!â He grunted staring down at your messy pussy shaking his head in disbelief. This was surreal, âSo fucking much! F-fuck Iâm cumming!â
And you planted yourself down, taking him in to the hilt, moving forward and back but never up. His hips spasmed with each spurt of cum released inside your slick walls. His tip kissed your cervix deliciously that he was breaking out into a cold sweat. His body vibrated in pleasure as you milked him for everything he was worth.
He licked at his dry lips, panting heavily as you lifted yourself off him. He brought you into his arms hugging you, feeling you scent him but he didnât stop you.
âBunny,â he called, voice hoarse due to his moaning and groaning, âY/n baby look at me.â
You lifted your head, lust still fueling your mind looking at him. He could see it now this was going to be a long night of fucking. Still, he had to be clear.
âI love you so fucking much,â he confessed, âIâm in love with you. I want to be with you forever. I donât want anyone else but you from now on. Do you hear me?â
You didnât say anything taking it all in, but he made you look at him by turning you to look at him again instead of his flaccid cock sure you could get him hard again.
His eyes bored into yours, âWill you go out with me? I want to be the only one to take care of youââ
âBut I can take care of myself!â You cut in shaking your head. You loved him, but he needed to know you didnât need him to do everything for you.
He nodded, âI know bunny, Iâm trying to say I want to be the only to take care of your heat from now. I want us to be a couple, just you and I.â
Made this for me and my best friend cause itâs better than scrolling all the time, Iâll keep this updated <3 Also, send me some recommendations please or let me know your favorite authors :)
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â˘Explicit (18+)
â˘Pairing: Demon JJK x female y/n
â˘Genre: yandere, smut, supernatural
â˘Word count: 14.5k
â˘Warnings: profanity, heavy dubcon, virgin y/n, descriptions of painful sex, crying, oral, dirty talk, biting, licking, fingering, abundance of cum, jealousy, ok jk gets kinda soft for her cuz he luvs her, kinda ends on a cockblock enjoy
A/N: An rp with apple anon, turned into a 14k beast despite not being finished. Itâs the same lovely anon that wrote Unsullied with me, and I love how unrestricted our stories are. This is unfinished because I had a rough time, but I wanted to still post this and keep it documented. Enjoy, donât read this if youâre sensitive to dubcon and rough themes. xo
[22 years ago.]
âIâll do it.â Your mother said to the smirking demon in front of her.
âI swear to give you my first-born daughter on her 21st birthday.â
And thus, sealed your fate before you were even born.
Summary: She wanted to have a taste of his strawberry cake and he simply made her wish come true with a slight twist.
Genre: smut
Warnings: making out, slight bullying, indirect kidnapping, intercourse, kitchen sex, a lengthy smut (i had so much to write)
***
âWhat do you want to be when you grow up?â
âI want to be a chef who makes all sorts of yummy food,â said the little boy to the cameras, as his eyes shone with passion.
A woman came right behind him and gave a peck to his bread cheeks and looked at the camera as she patted the boyâs head.
âThatâs my son,â she said in adoration and then helped the boy pick up the bag of flour. She then continued, âAnd let me let you in on a secret- his strawberry cake is the best one in the whole world.â
With that, your memories came to a halt.
The documentary you had seen on your television years ago had once again played inside your head. Every time you passed by the strawberry cake placed on the display, your mouth watered and your stomach grumbled.
The sight was just divinely delicious.
The cake was one of a kind and was the creation of one of the youngest and top excelling patisserie chefs, Park Jimin. He was the son of a famous actress and a businessman who owned a number of great restaurants. None of which you had the money to dine at because you were stuck paying your expensive tuition fees.
To work at a cafè, which was one of the many he owned worldwide, was an honor itself. Thatâs exactly why you put up with the employees here. It was as if you were the modern-day Cinderella. Your mean stepsisters were your co-workers and your evil stepmother was the manager who only ever piled work upon you, despite knowing that you were a college student.
Dragging your gaze away from the pieces of leftover strawberry, you resumed wiping the tables. After doing that, you walked over to the storage room and grabbed a mop and a mop bucket. As you walked back to the main area, you heard fits of laughter and merry conversation. You peeped into the staff room to see your co-workers and manager talking with each other.
You longed to be a part of their conversation.
Sighing, you pushed the mop bucket forward and dragged the mop behind you. Cleaning the floor until it was shiny, you then proceeded to clean the dishes until they were plain clean ceramic. By the time you had done all the cleaning the clock struck 1 am. You were the last one to leave. After closing down the cafè you walked all the way to your shabby apartment.
Your throat felt sandy and your eyes were tearing up. You had no friends, no money, and parents who didnât really support your dream. Working at a culinary school was hard and filthy expensive. Those rich kids who had their wealthy families pay for them were honestly lucky. You wished you were one of them too.
As you drowned in your grief a message popped up in your cafè group chat.
Manager: The CEO will be visiting our branch in a week. Preparations will be discussed tomorrow, so be present during the meeting.
You replied with a thumbs up and placed the phone on your coffee table. Physically and mentally exhausted, you fell into your sofa and slept till your alarm woke you up again for college classes.
This was your daily routine and it was starting to tire you out. You wondered whether you were starting to lose hope of seeing yourself as a chef.
*
A week later
âPush the tables to the side.â
âWhere are the flowers? We need the flowers. Thatâs an important part of the decoration.â
âI need you to run down the street and grab the delivery for me. Itâs the extra fruits we ordered.â
You had been receiving orders all day long. Lucky for you it was the weekend which meant that you were not missing any lessons back at college. You puffed your fringe from your eyes as you walked around with a tray of cupcakes. Apparently, you seemed to be the only one working because everyone else had gone over to the salon to get their make-up done. Thatâs exactly why you were the only one (apart from some few others who were setting up the place) listening to the orders being barked down the phone.
*
Zipping up the short marine blue dress you were given, you walked into the kitchen. Everyone was muttering in excitement. You wanted to join the murmurs of excitement but knew better to stay away. Fixing your new uniform that was to be worn only for tonightâs event, you looked at your manager as she called out your name.
âYes, manager?â you asked politely.
She looked you up and commented, âI want you to be on your best behavior. This could potentially get us upgraded to a new place so be careful. Right after you serve come and stay in the kitchen-â
âWhat about the opening ceremony?â
With a look of annoyance, your manager snapped, âInterrupt me one more time and I will cut your pay. Obviously, you donât need to watch the opening ceremony. Just stay inside and donât cause any trouble.â
You nodded, not daring to talk back.
*
An applaud erupted throughout the crowd as the star of the ceremony walked in. His mother stood by his side, and his father a few feet away, greeting the guests. Through the kitchen door, you watched as your CEO walked around acknowledging everyone. His smile brightened his face and his eyes sparkled at the very sight of his cafèâs amazing state. All the while, you watched from within the confines of the kitchen.
When your manager came back in all flustered up, you knew she had gotten to have a word with your CEO. She sweetly asked you to take out the champagne and serve it to the guests. You nodded and took the tray of long, elegant glasses out to the main hall.
None of the guests spared a glance at you nor thanked you, rather they reached out to get a glass of fuzzy golden liquid and continued with their conversation. As you neared the next table, you felt a pair of eyes look at you. Your cheeks flared up and you looked directly at the pair of eyes that stared at you. Immediately you looked down when you realized the person who had been staring at you.
His hand rose up and signalled you for a glass of champagne. Your feet moved on their own accord. He got off from his seat and picked up a champagne flute. You made sure to keep your eyes glued to the tray.
âWhere were you all this time?â
âPardon?â you asked, as the blood rushed to your cheeks once again.
âWhere were you during the opening ceremony?â
âI-I-IâŚI was in the kitchen,â you stammered.
âMay I know why? I expected all employees to be present at the frontâŚâ he said, a small smirk forming on his face as he watched your eyes lose focus.
âMy m-m-mangerâŚsheâŚumâŚshe told me to stay back.â
He silently hummed and sat down in his seat. He watched as you bowed to him and left to go back to the kitchen. For the hours the ceremony lasted, Jimin kept his gaze fixed at you. You were aware, but you dismissed his stares and avoided serving him.
As night time came by, the crowd of people started to empty the place. Half-eaten macrons, slices of cake, and a few other ravenous items lay untouched. Your workers were exhausted down to the bone and so were you. Your perfectly done hair seemed to hurt your scalp and your dress seemed stuffy. Your stomach grumbled and you looked onto the array of leftovers. None of it had a slice of strawberry cake. Just to make sure, you asked one of your co-workers, âIs there any strawberry cake left?â
âNo.â
Nodding at her blunt answer, you walked back into the storage room. You undid your heels, sat on the floor, and started to massage your feet. In a while, you had to clean up the main hall. That way, you would get the bonus your manager promised.
You heard a murmur of voices outside, the storage room. It seemed familiar but you didnât strain your ears to listen to the conversation.
*
âIâll stay the night and use the kitchen if you donât mind. I have some recipes in mind that I really want to try out,â said Jimin.
The manager gave out a tiny giggle and nodded her head, âOf course, Mr. Park. The kitchen is all yours. If you need anything, please feel free to call me during the night.â
Jimin, smiled back while dismissing the slight wink the manager had thrown towards him. He wasnât up for flirting with a woman, his motherâs age. He hesitantly took the business card, the manager offered and bid her good night.
He then walked towards the office. Letting out a tired groan, he removed his jacket and left it on the sofa. Drinking up his champagne, he took a small tube of white powder and shoved it down his pocket. Tapping his feet against the dark marble floor, he walked towards the storage room. Leaning against the door, he looked down at you and ordered, âFollow me to the kitchen. I need some assistance.â
Flustered, you nodded and got up, almost stumbling. When you bent down to wear your heels, he clicked his tongue and murmured, âDonât bother.â
Nodding, you meekly followed him to the kitchen.
âGrab the strawberries.â
You followed his order immediately. Like a robot that was given instructions, you picked out the ingredients he called out.
In the meantime, Jimin turned the knob of the kitchen door to the right, locking it, and then dimmed the kitchen lights. After that, he walked towards the row of glasses and picked out two glasses. Picking out a certain red wine, he poured it equally into two glasses. In the process of pouring the wine, he moved his hand over one glass and sprinkled the contents of the small tube. Carrying the two glasses of wine, he set them aside.
âSlice the strawberries,â you heard the whisper of his voice against the shell of your right ear and the fanning of his breath on your right cheek.
Bashfully, you nodded and started slicing the red fruits. You tried hard to erase the bubbly feeling in your stomach when Jimin stuck his chest close to you. As he took a sip of wine, you felt a sense of warmth radiate from him. When he seemed unpleased with the way you were cutting the strawberries, he circled his arms around your waist and ghosted his hands over your hands, teaching you how to move the knife delicately through the strawberries. You cut perfect slices that were evenly sized and placed them aside in a bowl. Jiminâs hands still lay around your waist and placed themselves on the countertop.
âNow, weâll make the cake batter.â
Grabbing the butter, flour, and the other necessary ingredients, he poured the contents into a bowl. Then taking the whisk he handed it over to you and motioned you to mix the contents on the bowl. You stepped towards the bowl and started mixing. Jimin leaned to the counter behind him and watched you. You tried to cover your furiously blushing cheeks with your hair.
After a while, your wrist started to hurt from all the mixing. Your mixing slowed down and you peeked at Jimin. He cocked his eyebrows, and smirked, while asking, âTired already?â
You nodded. Keeping the grin on his face, he placed his glass of wine away and came over to the table. Folding the long sleeves of his white shirt, Jimin took the whisk from you and started mixing. The veins that lined his forearms bulged and you tried your best not to ogle at them. Once he finished, he got a round tray and poured the pale cream-colored batter into it. You watched in awe at his swift movements.
Letting the batter bake into a soft sponge cake, he watched over to you and suggested, âShall we start with the frosting?â
Too shy to utter words from your mouth, you simply nodded. Scurrying off to the fridge you got the essential ingredients and started making the whip cream frosting. When you were done, you looked back at Jimin. The way he stared at you made your heart race and your mind go insane. You followed his body as it moved closer to you.
Before you knew it, you were trapped between his arms, pushed against the kitchen counter. His lips blew raspberries up your bare arm. A hand wrapped itself around your waist and pushed your back against his vigorous body. The minute your mouth fell open to pour out a moan a finger, dipped in whip cream, pushed into your moth.
âBe a good girl, and lick it clean for me,â he whispered in a raspy tone.
Gripping onto the arm that held your waist against his body, you swiped your tongue around his middle finger. You swore you felt a bulge graze your back. In an attempt to rub yourself against his bulge, you tried pushing yourself into him. The moment you finished licking his finger clean, he moved away from you, leaving you feeling empty. You shivered as you gripped the edge of the counter trying to steady yourself.
âJimin-â
âWhen did I let you call me Jimin?â he questioned smugly.
Your face fell into a frown.
âItâs Mr. Park. You still work under me,â he reminded you.
âMr. Park?â
âHmm, sweetheart? What is it that you want?â he asked, as he eyed your frail state.
You wanted to be fucked and he could feel your neediness radiating off of you. He bet your panties were wet too. He watched how your toes curl, and how you looked at him through hooded eyes.
Your mind screamed you to stop this and run away, but your body wanted more of him, and your heart wanted all of him.
âI wantâŚ,â you started. You were starting to lose the sense of your words. You couldnât come up with a proper sentence.
Jimin fixed his stare at you, letting you know that he was listening.
âI wantâŚ,â your eyes started tearing up. The situation was so embarrassing, yet you were ready to throw away all your dignity for this man who stood before you.
âI want you,â you finally whispered.
Your words were all that took Jimin to stride forward, grab your face, and lock your lips with his. He ran his hands all over your body, your hair, your face. Trying to grasp every bit of you and etch it into his mind. You placed your palms on his clothed chest and kissed him hard.
He sucked your lower lip and slightly bit into it. A low moan escaped your mouth and he pulled your head towards him, while his hands protectively rested on your neck. His tongue swiped yours and he fought for dominance and won it immediately.
Ting
The two of you looked over at the sound. You slowly panted as you looked at the oven. On the other hand, Jimin clicked his tongue in annoyance and walked over to the oven to grab the cake with heat-resistant gloves. You sat still on top of the counter, watching his movements.
âMove back,â he softly murmured. You did as you were told to.
He spread apart your legs and your hands immediately reached the hem of the dress to cover yourself. Jimin chuckled at your action. Leaning forward he placed a peck on your lips.
âGrab the strawberries, the frosting, and the jam,â Jimin ordered.
You turned to your left and grabbed a strawberry jam from the array of different bottles of jam and then pulled the bowl of sliced strawberries closer to you. When Jimin placed the cake stand with the layers of sponge cake right in front of your heat, a low sigh left your mouth.
âWhip cream,â he asked and you handed it over like an obedient girl.
He started frosting the inner layers of the cake. Grabbing the jam he spread it over the layers of the cake.
âStrawberries, please,â he asked, and you handed it over to him as if you were hypnotized by his voice.
While Jimin was decorating the cake, you sat still, watching him decorate your very own strawberry cake. For the final touch, he placed the slices of strawberries on top of the cake. You watched his satisfactory smile.
âShall we drink to this?â
You nodded your head. Eagerly, you took hold of your wine glass and gulped half of the reddish liquid. Drops of crimson painted your chin, without you noticing it.
âFuck. Iâll make you a million more strawberry cakes,â Jimin spat out in his raspy voice, âBut let me have you, now.â
He finished his sentence while moving the cake away from your heat. For a split second his eyes narrowed at your half-emptied wine glasses. Sensing that he wanted you to finish it up, you nonchalantly drank the entire thing.
The moment you let the bottom of the wine glass hit the countertop, Jiminâs hands were all over your body. He resumed the make-out session you both were having a few minutes ago. His hands caressed your jaw as he attached his plump lips with yours. He moved his mouth from your jaw to your neck, licking every drop of wine that dripped across the expanse of your neck. All you did was whine under him, while your finger raked through his blond mess. You caught your breath as his lips moved downwards and his hands snaked behind you.
His thumb and index fingers dragged the zip down, while his middle finger followed, running the tip across your spine. You shuddered against him and Jimin smiled at the effect. As he pulled your dress down, you helped him unbutton his shirt. Giggling at your clumsiness as your fingers slipped and landed on his chest. Your legs moved around his lower torso to bring him closer to you. The moment you felt a dent rubbing your clothed clit, your eyes fluttered.
Jimin watched your face in amusement. So this is what it felt like to love someone at first sight? He thought to himself.
When you had both discarded most of your clothes, Jimin unhooked your bra and latched his lips onto an erected pebble while his palm reached to grasp the other breast. You gasped at the new sensation. After sucking and running his tongue all over your chest, he moved downwards. He littered kisses all over the inner sides of your thighs and harshly pulled down your panties.
âBaby, do you really want this?â he asked.
âHmmâŚâ you hummed while arching your back and pushing yourself closer to him.
âDarling, you have a mouth,â he pointed out while giving you a peck, and continued, âSo talk. I need words.â
âI need you,â you murmured, feeling drowsy.
Jimin, chuckled at your state and rubbed his hands across your back while undoing his pants, and asked in a low tone, âDid you forget your manners in just a few minutes?â
âPlease, Mr. Park. I really, really need you to f-fuck me,â you stammered as you blushed deeply.
âYour wish is my command, baby,â he muttered as he repeated placing dark hickeys along your neck.
With that, Jimin lined his member with your dripping entrance and looked into your eyes. You subtly nodded with eyes that held slight fear as it was your first time. He pushed in, inch by inch, all the while, eyeing you for discomfort. When you finally squeezed his bicep, motioning him to move, he started off slowly.
âMore, Jimin, I wantâŚ,â you spoke in a feathery tone, âMore!â
All Jimin did was grin at your state and kiss you every now and then while pumping his thick length into your squelching core. He watched your eyes roll back and your fingers grasp tightly around his blonde locks. He continued to grunt as he thrusted into you and leaned his face towards the column of your neck so that he could mark him as yours.
You, on the other hand, moaned and whined as your hot cavern was filled with utter bliss. Your hands moved from Jiminâs hair to his biceps and wrapped themselves around his neck when you felt your orgasm nearing.
âI think Iâm going to cum,â you uttered in a low voice.
âThen cum with me baby,â Jimin replied, as he slowed down his thrusts and started pushing deeper into you.
The moment you felt the knot in your stomach loosen and rush down your body and onto Jiminâs dick, you buried your sleepy head onto Jiminâs neck, while inhaling his scent. Jimin, on the other hand, released his high and watched your core drip in a mix of his and your cum.
âI love you so, so, so much,â Jimin confessed his love to you and caught your sleepy figure. Your eyes had drooped low and your body had gone limp against his body. You were now asleep in the unknown haven of his arms. Pulling his shirt over your exposed body, he pulled up his pants and collected the rest of the discarded clothes. Locking the kitchen doors, he carried your body to his office.
Laying you on his sofa and covering your lower part with his jacket, he sent a text message to the manager.
CEO Park: The cafĂŠ will be closed for tomorrow as most workers are exhausted. Please notify your staff on behalf of me.
After sending the message, he picked you up and carried you to his vehicle. Laying you on the backseat he whispered, âIf you want a million more strawberry cakes, you must come and live with me,â and then placed a kiss on your forehead.
*
2 days later
The manager walked in through the doors of the cafĂŠ and passed by the kitchen which looked cleaner than it usually did. Then, she opened the door to her office and switched on her laptop. An email from the cafĂŠâs headquarters popped up on her screen. She read it as she sat down in a comfortable position.
âAccording to the request of CEO Park, the above-mentioned employee was fired due to misconduct in the services provided to the cafĂŠ,â read the email, with your name typed out on the screen.
***
A/N: i hope you guys liked this. umâŚi donât know what else iâm supposed to say. do you like strawberry cake?
âsummary: Being a stepmom was great, especially when you had such a sweet son, until you found out the little pervert had other things in mind.Â
âpairing: jungkook x step!momreaderÂ
âgenre: smut, pseudo!incestÂ
âwarnings: mommy kink, masturbation, psuedo incest, hand job, cuming in panties, tiniest cum eating, little bit of humiliationÂ
âword count: 3.8k
It was late at night when you decided that you had enough of the dryness in your throat. Slowly you peeled your comforter back carefully so as to not wake up your husband who was snoring very loudly in his slumber. Your husband was a good man. Granted it hadnât been a marriage out of love but he was kind and took care of you. His wife had passed a year before the two of you met and to soothe his loneliness and to pay off your college debt, the two of you got married.Â
You two shared a massive age gap, you could practically be his daughter. Which wasnât an exaggeration given that his own son was a couple of years younger than you. You never would have seen yourself as a mother let alone a stepmom. And even though you were sure Jungkook would have hated you when your husband introduced the two of you, he was polite. Nervous even. It didnât take long for you and Jungkook to grow close.Â
Following your marriage to his father Jungkook had even let âmomâ slip a couple of times. And you chalked it up to him just missing his own mother, which you found incredibly endearing.So when he asked if you minded the title you agreed happily.
Âť rating âş 18+ ÂŽ (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!)
Âť pairing(s) âş yoongi x reader, vmin x reader, taehyung x reader, jungkook x reader
Âť genre âş a/b/o, step-family, domestic
Âť word(s) âş 3k+
Âť posted date âş 10.24.2021Â
a/n: Soooo, Iâm hella late to the party but I wanted to challenge myself to complete something on this blog because I abandon works to easily. So! hereâs my kinktober! I decided to release them in groups instead of single stories so I hope you enjoy! Tags and things will be under their respective pictures to make it easier.
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01| Wide Awake
⢠day 01 ⺠somnophilia
⢠pairing(s) ⺠yoongi x reader
⢠synopsis âş Yoongi finds himself awake with a boner youâve caused and well, youâre more than willing to help him with it.
⢠a/u ⺠abo / domestic
⢠warning(s) âş omega!yoongi, alpha!reader, hand kink, noona kink, handjob, spitting, allude to the reader riding Yoongi, needy!Yoongi, dirty talk, mated wolves, begging, sub!Yoongi, domme!reader, Â
Yoongi finds himself waking up in the middle of the night with a raging boner. It wasnât unusual when it came to sleeping in the same bed with you but itâs not an everyday occurrence either. Heâs come to the conclusion that itâs not your fault but he canât help but think you have something to do with it because sometimes he can feel you touching him in his sleep. He also knows that the two of you being mated has everything to do with it too.Â
â___?â He calls out to you but you donât say much of anything and well, he doesnât think he can take much more of your hand all over his dick. Itâs like youâre doing it on purposeâ at least he thinks so, but he canât say he doesnât like it.
âNoonaâŚâ He tries to finagle himself to turn to face you but he canât really move. Not with the way youâre cuddling into his back. âNoona? Wake up.â
âHm?â He can feel your breath caressing his neck as a soft shiver racks through his body. He hisses when your thumb swipes over the head and when you fully wrap your hand around his cock, he knows youâre wide awake. Youâve been awake this whole time. He shrinks into your arms, his head falls back against your breast as he rolls his hips into your hand.
