in a world where you can only see colors after you meet your soulmate, you think love is hard and far apart.
ONESHOTS
➼ which, as they kiss, consume (m)
you just wanted to get a tattoo from your boyfriend
established relationships au, tattoo artist au, smut
➼ black and love (m)
in a world where you can only see colors after you meet your soulmate, you think love is hard and far apart.
soulmate au (black and white to multi-coloured - only being able to see grey until they meet their soulmate), fluff, smut, light angst, strangers to lovers au
places and events i've worn no makeup to: every job interview i've ever done (i'm employed), every doctor's appointment i've ever attended (i still get treated), every shift i've ever worked (nobody gives a fuck), every pub and nightclub i've ever been to (they still let you in)
in a world where you can only see colors after you meet your soulmate, you think love is hard and far apart.
pairing: jk x reader
genre: soulmate au (black and white to multi-coloured - only being able to see grey until they meet their soulmate), fluff, smut, light angst, strangers to lovers au
word count: 12.8k
contents: reader's parents are both the sweetest mothers, jk is a good son, mentions of loneliness, yearning, desperation, longingness, mild angst, a very vague Mind Your Language reference
warnings: virgin!jk, virgin!reader, both are shy af, sex while it's raining outside oof, soft soft smut but it's sorta filthy (?), making out, marking, handjob, oral (f receiving), nipple sucking, slow and deep sex
♫ : Your Eyes Tell by BTS, IDK You Yet by Alexander 23
♡ Aesthetics: Playlist | Moodboard
Red, your mothers’ say, is the color of love, like roses: deep and full of passion. It's the feeling of sun, but hotter. They gift each other roses sometimes: on valentines, to celebrate pride month and more. They are so in love so you know that red is the color of love.
Green, they say is more lively. It has life. It is life. The trees you see on your way, the park, the fields, the top you are wearing, your eyes—it is green. It's the feeling of grass on your bare feet and the whistling of trees.
Blue is the color of the sky. It's the color of the sea, your favorite pencil, your younger mother said. It's her favorite color as well. But you see blue like a patch of grey and nothing more. They say the sky is full of calmness but you only see a blanket of grey spread across.
“What's black?”, you ask one of your parent, fiddling with the straps of your bag as you stuff a loaf of bread in your mouth. You are late for your first day of elementary school. Your elder mother smiles at you and tucks a strand of your hair out of your eyes with a clip, “That's the color you are seeing right now my dear, the darker one”.
“So when will I see the others? Blue? Green? I wanna see red, Mom”
“You will”, she says with a big smile, “When you fall in love”.
“But I wanna see red now!”. You stomp your feet stubbornly and your face flushes.
“Your face is red right now my dear”
“Really!?”. You run to the closest reflecting surface which is a recently cleaned plate and look at your face.
You can't see it.
You only know whites, greys and blacks. You don't see anything else. And it frustrates you.
It was a beautiful concept, to be able to see the colors together with your soulmate, your better half. You meet someone at some point of time in your life and live happily ever after, just like a fairy tale. Your mothers: Chae Soojin (elder) and Ju Mirae (younger), met each other on pride parade, proud lesbians who married two years after being together. You came into their life an year after, a beautiful baby with beautiful eyes. They'd tell you stories of their dates, of care and joy, and how relationships and soulmates feel like. Kids of matches are pretty used to couple stories and you were no exception. You know everything by heart, as if you witnessed them yourself. You lost count of the number of time they've described the feeling of color, of love, to you.
It was a tiring thing to wait, especially when you know someone is out there somewhere. World tours to hunt for soulmates became a thing with modernism among the millionaires. Just to multiply the chances. But it's the universe’s role. And like fate, it will be warm and deem to happen just in the right timing. You just got to believe it, like Mirae says.
You were eleven when your best friend at that time boasted around the school saying she found her soulmate, that she can see all the different colors and caught an obsession to purple. It was a boy from another school in the same city and they met at a birthday party of a common friend. She bought purple dresses, bags and all and often showed it off. You can't understand any of it, you still see in monochrome.
You cried yourself to sleep that day. You want to boast too, you want to buy things in your favorite colors as well, and see the world differently. But you don't. Not so soon.
“Another expedition”, your mother barks from the kitchen listening to the radio while chopping vegetables for dinner, “I swear they are just wasting money”.
A big entrepreneur is spending his wealth on luxurious stays in Spain, thinking his better half is a fine Senorita who owns a castle. And the radio says he had already visited thirty seven countries till date.
“But that tech savvy did find his girlfriend that way though, Soo”, Mirae (or Mi) says as she helps her wife get the meat marinated.
“It's only fate and nothing else, Mi”
“You are an old school romantic always aren't you?”, the younger woman says cheekily wrapping her hands around the elder’s waist, but careful not to get the spices on her apron.
“Always”, Soojin says and smiles. It fades away quickly though, seeing their daughter come downstairs with red stained eyes and tired face.
“Sweetheart!? What happened?”. Both mothers are on their knees in front of you and wrapping your little body in their arms with wrists pointing away.
“I want to see colors too”, you muffle, sobbing silently but feeling calm within their embrace.
The mothers look at each other. Mirae is never right with words, but she is soft in her actions and good at consoling with warm hugs, so she lets her wife speak while holding you close.
“I promise you'll see the world in its beauty real soon, sweetheart. You'll see that your eyes have life, you'll have a favorite color some day and a caring partner by your side. You are very young now to worry too much about life my dear hm? Would you like a tangerine?”
You nod, smiling at the fruit presented to you.
“What color is a tangerine?”, you ask while already taking one fragment on your hand while Soojin peels it for you.
“Orange”
That's a new color. It looks deep grey to you eyes, especially since it's night now, you wonder if it's calming to eyes, or like power, or soft.
“What does it feel like?”, you ask.
Your mother takes the fruit from your hand and places it on your mouth. You bite into the
sweet and sourness of the fruit, “It feels like this”.
You smile.
After reaching high school, half of the population you knew have found their ‘the one’. Your mortal enemy found hers when she went on a trip to London. Her boyfriend speaks in dense British accent. They moved in a week later into your neighborhood to create a havoc.
Couples kiss away in lobbies and feed each other lunch. They seem to have the same glow in their eyes like your mothers’ so maybe it's true that love exists, colors exists. Sometimes it seems false that the sky and the grass is anything more than several midtones of greys and blacks.
On your eighteenth birthday you cried yourself to sleep again, not because of the lack of color in your life, that is there of course, long settled and thriving inside your little heart. This night you cry of yearning, to kiss with your tongue and make love to someone who helps you see the colors, colors of love, life, calmness and everything in between. To hold hands and hug them tightly to sleep. You snug close to your pillow instead and go to sleep.
Sure you don't know the colors, what they look like. But you do know how they feel like by now. You decide your favorite color is periwinkle, what your mother said is a lighter shade of your ex-bff’s purple. It looks mostly white to your eye, the color of your very first diary, your best friend since then.
Let's say your life hadn't been the smoothest. Ever since your bully got her match, the trouble increased twice the amount. So your ages of seventeen and eighteen was more of prioritizing your safety and sanity rather than engrossed in the thought of seeing the world differently.
You are twenty-two now, and you write in your diary a note of longingness before closing it and letting out a sigh. You are supposed to submit an essay by midnight, but words don’t come. And with quirks of adulthood you have learnt not to bother your parents every time you feel heavy.
Your parents aren't home. They went to pride parade, their thirtieth. They have put vibrant makeup because you can see various shades of grey on their cheeks, the pride flag. Though in reality they say it’s colorful, a rainbow to be exact. Which of course you identify as the palette of black to white.
Loneliness. That's what's consuming you wholly. Maybe after spending a few more hours listening to your hit-right-in-the-feels-playlist, you'll type away in your computer or if the sadness stays longer, send an email to your professor for extension.
The first song is IDK You Yet by Alexander 23 and a tear rolls down your cheek out of hurt increasing tenfolds. Dear soulmate, where are you?
Jeon Jungkook is going feral because he can't find his Iron Man figurine to pack with his essentials. Just because he is a twenty three year old adult, doesn't mean he can forgo his favorite toy when he is moving to another city.
“Did you pack your underwear, bun?”, his mother enters the room, A fine woman in her fifties whom he considered his best friend. Room's almost empty now, a few posters of his favorite punk band and comic books lay around.
He flushes a little before whining, “Mom! I'm grown up, I can do things by myself!”
“But did you pack your underwear?”
“Yes, Mom”
Feeling a little embarrassed at her straightforwardness, he stands up, pulling few bags from the floor to make room for his mother.
“You'll always be my little bun. I'll miss you”, she is teary eyed, though usually she chooses to drape everything with her easy going humor. This time she doesn't and let's her son cry a little in her embrace.
He looks back with big doe eyes, “I'll miss you too Mom”.
Jungkook already has a dual degree with a stable job he does from home. That's what most of his life had been. Studies, working hard to support the family and being a good son. And now he had decided to do masters in Computer Application to tame his forte. He doesn't know the rules of society, way used to being secluded in his little world, so he struggles the first few weeks to socialise with his roommate, Taehyung, who on the other hand had a strong extroverted personality.
It felt like oil and water won't mix well but he could build a good friendship with his roommie despite the differences.
Taehyung can see colors, and so did most of his friends. He lives more freely because of it. His girlfriend— Aerum, studies art history in the same college and they met through a common class they shared. Some stories like his seemed so simple, as if love is right around the corner, no complications involved. He wishes the same for his color blind roommie soon.
“Ramen?”, Taehyung asks, mixing the contents of seasoning into the pan. Jungkook leans on the kitchen counter watching him.
“Not in the mood”
“Feeling low?”, he instantly catches up on Jungkook’s tone and raises a brow.
“I'm alright. Just, not feeling present at the moment”, he says shrugging his shoulders. It was not a big deal really, just a random phase of no motivation to do things.
“Hey what happened to your eye? It's sort of swollen”, Taehyung points out with his chopsticks and Jungkook uses front camera of his phone to inspect what he is referring to. He surely can't see a different color on the spot which has bulged out of normal, he sees his pale white face with an extra bump. On touching the spot, he hisses.
“Damn bro you should go to a doc”
Both boys visit an eye doctor that evening itself because it had started to hurt pretty bad. It was completely out of the blue, he hasn't been to anywhere unusual or was careless of his environment for his eyes to nearly disappear because of the bump.
“It's nothing serious”, the lady who inspected says and scribbles a few bottles of eye drops and ointments for three weeks.
On the way back, they get takeout, said medicines and a brand new pair of shades. Attention is the last thing Jungkook wants but since it's almost the eye flu season, hopefully people will understand.
The new college is fine and perfect for Jungkook. It has a gym ten minute away from both his shared apartment and the Technical Block, where he attends his lectures. Two hours of solid workout, a complete morning routine, reading two self help books a week, calling his mother daily, doing chores and assignments like a good student, and his job is what mostly consisted of his days. If Taehyung presses him to join for a movie night with rest of his circle, sometimes he does (if it's Marvel). He seemed to be content with what he was and what he did.
In short he was the resident nerd according to most. People without matches would give him a try, to see if he was deemed to be theirs, since he was cute and all. It almost felt unfair someone like him doesn't have his pair
already.
Everything was fine. And just like that, one day, like every other unsaid toil on human, he realises he is not the same. He doesn't feel the same. His assignment marathon, folding his clothes as soon as they were out of the laundry were supposed to be wired inside him to be effortless tasks. But the very thought of getting out of bed seemed impossible now.
That evening after having dinner with Taehyung, he helps with the eye drops as always. Jungkook is resting his head back on the couch, thinking to kill his time. Taehyung’s phone rings with his soulmate’s caller ID and he excuses himself to his privacy. That's when he had desire for what felt like the firsts of his life (except when he wanted merch). He wanted that too. Aerum and Taehyung were so lost in each other, too much, may I add. The exact reason why they hadn't moved in together. They did try that though. But being in a match meant imbalance in other areas in life. And before Taehyung fails his degree, they landed on a mutual agreement to live together after graduation.
But even so, he stays over at Aerum more often than he is here, not that Jungkook minded, he knows being separated from your match is a hard thing to practice. He knows it all too well, how his mother struggled while his father had been away for a long time because of work. Vice versa too.
So while the liquid in his eyes stinks, that's when the thought blooms in him for the first time. It was a different feeling to have. It feels so warm to even think about such a thing. It spreads across his chest and fills his head. He wants to be in love too.
“This is your third time?”, Aerum asks, not judging but concerned because you, looking at the verge of tears.
“Yes. I hope this time it's the right decision”, you sniff a little and gulp the lump forming in your throat.
You had changed your major thrice. Starting from literature, to psychology and now finally landing down on art history for some reason. You don't know if this is a phase or an actual good decision for life. Studying about hormones and cognitive behavior has given you a burnout. It took a while to make a solid decision to continue because you really wanted to drop out of the college. On that period of researching about what fits you the most, you felt art intriguing. It was a strange course to take for someone who still can't see colors, since most students already have a match and can identify paintings and their elements. Color plays an important role in art. And you can't just step in and encase the information with your black and white vision. But you thought really really hard, befriended Aerum in the process and went ahead.
“It'll be alright, Y/n. I promise. You can still do good in this field if you work enough. Whether or not you are capable to see colors doesn't matter”, Aerum knows it's half a lie. It's difficult to get through without color vision. You always looked so pale in her eyes, lifeless even, sometimes. As if every time you move, every time you breathe, it's draining you. Despite it you are still holding on to hope and she is wholeheartedly proud of you.
Weeks roll down and time passes. You have no idea what month it is. Since you are still coping with your monochrome vision, it takes more effort to pass the subjects than other students. You don't give up though. You try your best, if anything it was a great distraction from whatever feelings that pulled you down.
Aerum sits opposite to you at the library, pretending to read something till her boyfriend arrives, who insisted that he should check up on her since they'd been working for too long. She never shuts up about him, and it was not in a nagging way of blabber, it was cute and warm to listen to, reminding you of your mothers. Yes maybe it was hurtful at times, but you don't let your insecurity come in the way of enjoying romantic tea almost everyday.
“Don't you wonder, Y/n? About your soulmate?”, she whispers faintly to not trigger the librarian.
You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly as if the presence or absence of one wouldn't make a difference in your life, “I used to”, you turn a page noisily, distracting yourself from the sudden discomfort, “Not anymore”.
Aerum picks up from the tone, “Don't be disheartened Y/n. You'll find your love. Soon. I promise”.
You simply smile and buy her encouragement. She was always enthusiastic, full of life. Sometimes you felt she was carrying a dead weight when you are with her. You had turned monochrome too, like your vision.
“Just notice people's eyes. When it's the right person, you fall and it's suddenly a different world, more joy, more life inside you. So please don't lose hope”
You know pretty well how it works. You lock eyes, there's a flutter in your heart and in a split second the world is diverse. You fall in love. You give love. You receive love. You feel loved. It's the most beautiful thing a human can experience. You know it. You recall a very cringey phase in your life where you were so desperate that you gazed into boys’ eyes and ogle, waiting for something to happen. Seeing them scare away from you, you eventually stopped. That was in fifth grade.
“You have beautiful eyes, Y/n, I wish you could see them too”, she says.
Aerum isn't the best to change topics smoothly but you appreciate her efforts anyways and give her a smile. You are too used to that compliment from color visioned people. You blushed when you were six, waiting to see them soon, you cried about the same after a few years. And then it just became one of things you were used to, shoving all the feelings of it at the bottom of your chest.
Taehyung is wearing a big coat over what you suppose are black
tees and loose pants, when he enters. It should be the color brown from what his girlfriend says: as if straight out of a 90’s movie. He is handsome, you had only imagined his face through whatever Aerum supplied you with. He has much softer features than you had imagined. He stops at your table and kisses the top of your friend's head and then after a few minutes greets your presence.
“You must be Y/n”. His voice is deep.
“Yes. And you must be Taehyung”, you smile and awe internally at how cute the pair looked. He drags a nearby chair to sit impossibly close to Aerum and puts a hand over her shoulders, pulling even closer.
“The one and only”, he says and then turns to his beloved, “When are you coming over love? I've been waiting”.
Aerum pouts and cups his face, “Soon Tae. There's just lot of work over this stupid assignment”, she groans and rants over the essay and research papers due in a week and you've hardly started on it.
“I can help. I did this last year”, he fills in immediately. The fact that Taehyung was your senior was one thing, but it seemed more like begging for a chance to be with his girlfriend. Either way it's a win-win for you both. You can't wait to get this over with and spend your weekend over mushy rom-coms and pizza marathon.
“Can Y/n join?”, Aerum chimes. Both of them looking at you.
“Of course she can!”, Taehyung says and kisses her on the lips.
You are pretty sure they would continue their soft make out until the librarian throws them out. So you thank for their hospitality and excuse yourself outside. The air was getting stuffy anyways.
And then you bump into something.
“Ow!”.
Or someone.
“I'm so sorry!”, you add immediately at a boy of your age. You can't see his face though, he is covering it with one of his hands and looks like he was searching for something.
Looking at the ground you spot a pair of shades and you pick it up.
“Here”, you grab his free hand and place it on his palm, “I'm really sorry”.
He turns around and puts on his glass, what is he hiding? , “Thanks”, his voice is soft, “And no problem”
You simply nod and walk away as he enters the library.
Weekend comes by in a split, and you half groan thinking your rom-com all-nighters have to wait. Taehyung’s apartment is a fifteen minute walk, where you've decided to meet up. Aerum and Taehyung were good companies of course, but you needed alone time to recharge from the chaos of the week gone by.
Aerum had already reached, and slightly breathless when she opens the door. Taehyung sits in the living room couch with messed hair. You put a two on two and blush.
So this weekend you'll be third wheeling.
After setting a bowl of Pringles in the middle and assignments blown wide on the table, all of you sit down with respective laptops. Taehyung eyes his girlfriend from time to time, he is teasing and she has absolutely no sense of barrier to it.
Your screen lits up into a new Wikipedia page and you let out a silent groan stretching your arms forward.
“That calls for a break I think?”, Taehyung reads and everyone agrees. You've been gawking at your screen for hours and a rest was well deserved. The paper is only quarter way done by the way. But slow progress is better than no progress at all.
“Hey I need to use the bathroom”, you tell him.
“Right next to the bedrooms”, he signals. You can feel the couple's tension easing up as you leave. You feel bad, but Aerum is the one who insisted you into it so you slide that thought away.
When you reach the bathroom, it's locked. And the it hits you that someone was in the house all along.
Aerum had told you about Taehyung’s roommate like a background information. It's probably him.
Now, you cannot knock. So you shift around your steps and glance at the neighboring walls to pass some time.
There's a laugh down the hall. They are clearly enjoying their little of privacy and fate was definitely by their side. Halfway through drawing your fourth circle with your feet on the floor, the door opens.
It's the shade-guy. And he is wearing his shade even now.
“Hi”, you say, a little dazed.
He fixes his shades firmer against his nose. That day if you thought he was blind, now you know he is definitely not because he is staring down at you, towering.
“Hi”, he says back, a small smile demanding to break but they don't come, “We met that day”.
“Yeah. I'm here with Aerum”
“So you are Y/n”, he picks up and you give him a tight lipped smile with a small nod.
“And you are...?”
“Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook”
You like the ring of it. “It was nice to meet you Jungkook”.
“It was nice to meet you as well”
And just like that with a small smile he disappears into his room.
It was awkward. But you get it, he is not used to people and you understand that too well. The reason behind his shades still remains an itch to your curiosity, but that thought slips away when your bladder reminds you to take a piss.
Unfortunately you had to stay all the way till 8PM to put a conclusion to your taunting research paper and Aerum decided to stay the night since it's a weekend anyways.
You bid farewell and walk home, your warm sweater and hot chocolate waiting for you.
Living alone was hard sometimes. But it was for moments like these, solitude was a great requirement to wash out the wear from the tough day. Jungkook didn't appear out of his bedroom at all. You wanted to ask Taehyung a little about the story behind his shades. But you don't, thinking it's not your thing to indulge on.
Hot water relaxes you, the hot choco warms your body and you settle down into big fluffy sweaters (the closest you can get to cuddling). Being avidly organized, you decide to sort out tomorrow's schedule and go to sleep.
Hand flies to your forehead.
You forgot the very file with all your assignments back at Taehyung’s.
Making calls is something you dread. You call Aerum five times knowing she is there. But the call doesn't budge, they are probably enjoying themselves. So you retort to
calling Taehyung this time. It takes six rings for someone to pick up.
“Hello?”, the other side speaks. It's not Taehyung.
“Jungkook?”
“Um yeah?”
“Where's Taehyung?”
Jungkook glances at his roommate's long locked bedroom from the kitchen counter, “He is kinda busy...I think”.
“I get it. I actually forgot to take my folder. Can I come and get it now?”
You only manage to check the time now and see it's 11:28PM. You fiddle with your hair knowing you are afraid to walk alone in the dark. But you have no other go. You need the materials to submit it tomorrow.
“It's late”, Jungkook says. And before you feel guilty for either waking them up or disturbing them in general he continues, “I can drop it off at your place. Send me your location. I'll text my phone number now”, he takes a breath, “Is that fine?”
You simply gawk into the void, wondering how did you manage to hit a jackpot at the middle of the night. “Thank you!”, you shout into the phone and Jungkook smiles at the other end, “Thank you so much!”
Jungkook has a big grin as he hangs up without much to say. It's a painless act of sympathy and nothing more. More than that, he wishes and prays for everyone's safety.
You put your phone into speaker for some ambiance music, mostly classical piano as you sip from your mug. There's a comfortable silence and peace.
Bam!
A thunder roars outside. Just like that, the weather changes its face into a heavy downpour. You begin to worry because Jungkook is probably in the middle of the road, drenched, unless he had made the prophetic decision of taking an umbrella just in case. And as you pray for his wellbeing, the nature starts to behave in reverse. The music is overpowered by the rain entirely. You really don't have a choice other than to hope for his safety.
Jungkook runs with the folder inside his coat. He doesn't care much about weather forecast, or even himself to carry an umbrella. But he wishes he did for protecting your folder.
He withheld the decision to stop by shelter of a shop because he needs to get home soon, his Database Management assignment is waiting. Instead focuses on the little he can manage, and his monochrome vision doesn't help much as well.
Three rushed knocks at the door and you jump on your feet.
He looks worse than you had assumed. Absolutely no inch of him is spared by the climate.
He still has his shade on.
“Fuck you are absolutely soaked”, you murmur, the fact that maybe your folder had met the same fate doesn't pass you. It only does when Jungkook reveals an almost safe plastic bundle from under his coat.
“I'm so sorry”, you cry, “I mean thank you so much but—”
“It's alright”, he shrugs. He just needs to walk through the pounding rain once again. No big deal.
“I'll get you a towel”
Jungkook has zero plans on staying another second, simply because it seemed absurd to stay at someone's he doesn't know well, and not to make you uncomfortable. It's midnight now.
You hand him a big warm towel. On another hand sits your brother's pjs. And Jungkook is quick to speak.
“You really don't have to do that. I'll get going now”. He almost turns sideways to the exit and you are obliged to stop him.
“Jungkook it's pouring rain outside. It's not safe. Are you monochrome?”
“Yeah”
That does it, “Then absolutely not! It's dangerous to walk at night. I know how hard it is to get through with monochrome, especially at night. I've some hot choco, change into the clothes. Bathroom is that way”
Any more retraction will seem like Jungkook is simply being a stubborn kid. You see him flush a little, head low, while he takes the pair from your hand.
You make an extra glass of hot choco while he walks in.
“That fits you alright, I guess”, you chuckle.
He looks down at himself, “I guess”.
“Marshmallows?”, you ask, pouring the warm beverage into two mugs and topping yours with small white delicacy.
Jungkook nods and you drop a generous amount into his mug. You are generally picky when it came to treating someone because: monthly budget. But he is your savior tonight, he deserves the extra
topping.
You both sip away, you leaning opposite to him on the counter.
“Thank you”, he says, grateful for the hospitality.
And even now he has his shade on. So you guess since it's odd, it's safe to ask.
“Why do you wear shades?”
He sips into his mug and adjusts the glasses on his nose, “I have an eye infection”
You simply say an ‘oh’ and take another sip.
There's simply nothing more to add than, “I hope it's getting better”
“Two more weeks”
Even with the shades on, you know that he is staring at you, and you are staring at him. Nothing to speak about. It's awkward, but not strange.
Jungkook notes the look of your studio apartment and likes it. It's cozy, warm and much different than where he lives. Taehyung is more leaned towards minimalist trends so their apartment ends up looking like a contemporary home. Yours however, is filled with furniture and books, two potted plants besides the stack of them and a big study table. His type of an apartment.
“Thank you Y/n. I'll get going now”
You take the emptied cup from his hands, “Get home safely”
The next time you meet Jungkook is two days later. He is at the library hunting for reference books and you are on the adjacent row, digging through romance novels.
You look at each other at the same time. And he strides towards you after waving and hands going back to the pocket of his ripped jeans like always.
“Hey”, he whispers, not to get caught by the nosy librarian.
“Hi”, you whisper back, smiling sheepishly at him.
“Romance”, he notes from the book at your hand. And like a quirky teenager you blush. People literally have no time to read novels unless you are majoring in literature (a reason why you thought majoring in that is a good idea but oh well), “That's a lovely book”.
“You've read this?”
“Are you both kissing?”
You flinch at the whispered growl sent your way by a women behind Jungkook. You didn't really see your librarian sneaking up to catch you, but for completely unprecedented reasons.
“No!”, you stammer and quip.
“Shhh. No talking. I will require you both to get your books fast and leave”
“Mrs. Mills—”
“Miss”, she immediately corrects Jungkook, sliding back her glasses on her nose bridge due to frowning too much.
“Miss Mills, we were not um kissing”
You can't see the way Jungkook is blushing, but from the tone of his voice you can keep up and your nod follows to agree with him.
“Don't lie”
She's dubious.
But fortunately you could still get your hands on your books. You leave, embarrassed. Maybe by the way Jungkook was towering over you might have gave off something, but that was no reason to mock two harmless students.
You walk silently along with him without a clear destination in mind. You were just going to stroll around before your next class begins in twenty minutes.
“That was er, awkward”, Jungkook begins, hands rubbing at the nape of his neck. You notice that he has a different shade on and very slightly you can notice his lower eye lashes fluttering against his cheeks.
“Yeah”, you fix your hair for no reason, “It was. Mrs. Mills is crazy”
“Miss”, he says and you both giggle.
“Want to go grab a coffee?”, he asks. There's nothing much to do. He was visiting the campus Starbucks anyway.
You agree to tag along.
And from that day coffee dates became a thing. It's the closest you can experience to a soulmate and you are very grateful for this addition to your life. Jungkook was subtle, soft and a perfect gentleman who tends to say a lot about how much he misses his hometown.
You talk about your mothers, your favorite book characters, your music taste and he listens to them all, and all the more remembers the tiniest details which slips into conversations later, making you shy and giddy at how attentive he was. You wish you could do the same to his rant about computer coding and such intellectual things. The habit of being easily flustered around him and zoning out didn't help much for that.
“Have I told you, you look happy these days, Y/N?”, Areum chirps midway drinking her cocktail.
Words don't come to you with alcohol filling your throat so you smile instead. This was one of those odd things now. You are at a party, and having drinks. You sabotaged your peaceful night with bath bombs for what? Jungkook is coming too.
“When is Taehyung reaching?”, you ask instead, too shy and feeling weird to ask whereabouts of Jungkook. Aerum and Taehyung seem to not know a lot about the little bond you developed with Jungkook. It wasn't necessarily secretive, the topic didn't come up and you didn't bother to enlighten her either. Jungkook is coming with Taehyung anyways so it's the same thing.
“In five minutes”. Aerum has this habit of being a few pitches higher than usual when she is wasted. You had stopped at a single shot and take responsibility of both of your safety until the boys arrive.
“My Boo!”, she cries and runs to her boyfriend who is still, on the other side of the club at the entrance. A few heads turn to the sudden shrill, including yours and you catch the boys.
Taehyung looks like he is out of a runway show as always, too detailed on his look. Jungkook looks equally
handsome slaying a simple t shirt with ripped jeans and shades.
“Enjoying yourself love?”, you hear Taehyung saying to his girlfriend but mostly zoned out on catching Jungkook’s attention.
“Hi”, you speak first.
“Hi, Y/N”. Jungkook still needs to get his dose of shots to become a little extroverted in this crowd.
“Have some shots boys!”, Aerum flies past you with two filled glasses of sparkly liquid in a questionable time. And like a very few choices in hand, you watch Jungkook reconsidering his life decisions and pouring the alcohol down his throat.
You have two more shots, just to accompany the them. Aerum is careless at this point, way firm over Taehyung’s high alcohol tolerance (which is not true). The dizzy couple disappear into the crowd and sway their hips to whatever EDM music was playing right now.
“I guess it's just us now”, Jungkook thinks out loud, not that he has anything better to say. You nod and take two shots from the counter.
“Here you go. Since we are here. Might as well have some fun”, you try to sound less deprecating and he nods along, downing his fifth shot.
Since you have little to no history with liquor or party, everything was getting to you in a split minute. The sound is suddenly drown out into the background, but you can still feel the drums on your chest, mind is a little hazy as you continue to pour some more. Jungkook stops after a few, feeling responsible for the little gang he is here with. Three of you are definitely wasted so someone needs to stay sober to drive back home.
In this setting, Jungkook seems more attractive, a little grey gradient over his otherwise pale face due to flickering lights.
You still don't know how Jungkook really looks like without his shades. How his eyes are like. Are they big? Or sharp and feline? Maybe they'll appear grey like yours too if he has a different eye color.
“You wanna dance?”. He looks at you fixing the shade firmer against his nose bridge.
“Sure”
It was hard to see with color blindness at night, so you both agree to dance at a more lighted and less populated spot, which was close to the bathroom. The music isn't intense here to aid a migraine as well.
You mostly mimic Jungkook’s steps and styles. While he is more fluid and smooth with his movements. He looked like a professional. If he was in the middle of the crowd, people would definitely form a circle to admire him.
He looked so fine, which you are extensively studying right now, even though it's just jamming around to beats.
“Why did you help me?”, you ask, a little faint for Jungkook to hear through the music.
“What”, he comes closer to hear you.
“Why did you help me?”, you repeat.
“It seemed unsafe for you to walk alone in the dark so…”, he shifts some hair around his temple with his fingers,“It was nothing really”.
You scoff, “Nothing? You drenched on a storm for me”
“It wasn't that bad Y/N”
“Oh it was”, you smile, not buying his reasoning. Maybe for someone who lifts a couple of kgs more than your own weight, it isn't a big deal.
“It was fine”, he says softly.
Your movements were getting lighter along time with your head. Drops of sweat coat Jungkook’s face as he shifts his feet to the rhythm. People started invading your little space as well, squeezing you closer to Jungkook. To a point you hit your head on his hard chest.
“Are you okay?”, the voice above you ask. You try to peel yourself off of him, only to get pushed back into him again.
“Yes. Yes I'm, I er…I'm sorry”
His one firm hand holds the small of your back before you end up falling on other men. Heat rises up and your cheeks are rosy (only if the both of you could see). Jungkook is a little flush himself. His ear blushes.
The crowd doesn't stop. As the time goes by, more drinks haze around adults and more people are losing their sanity of giving people space.
“You want to go out?”
“Yes please”, you reply.
The air is chillier than before. Your hands rub your sides to warm up your body and Jungkook regrets not bringing a jacket. If he had to remove his t-shirt for you instead, that would
be inappropriate.
“This is better”, you say in unison and giggle, a loud exhale to ease the bustle of socialising.
“Sorry back in there”, he says and you know he is implying to his hands on your waist. Not that you seem to mind. If anything, it felt good to be held by someone, like in forever. You were not hugged enough in your life to complain about.
“It's okay, Jungkook. You don't need to apologize”, you smile, “Er, do you wanna sit down somewhere? These heels are killing me”
Jungkook only notices now about your deviation from regular fashion sense. You never let go of your sneakers and heels seemed like the last piece of footwear you would choose.
“You never wear heels”, he sits down next to you in a bench located two steps to the right. The night was peaceful, thanks to the streetlights otherwise it would have been completely dark. It's not much windy but it's getting colder and colder, making you want to press against Jungkook again. His body was warm against you minutes ago.
“Well I thought I should try something outside of my comfort zone today”, you confess, removing your heels and massaging your foot, sighing.
“But heels aren't necessary. Besides you look cute in those sneakers”
Your eyes widen and flutter a bit, never really used to complements. Your fashion would belong to the off season of a century gone by, and here is a very handsome guy calling you cute in them.
“Oh, thanks”
“You seem a little flushed”, he notices. He is smiling wide, out of both pride and alcohol that he could have that effect on a girl (he is very oblivious).
“Sorry”, you tuck a strand of hair off your face, “I'm not really used to it”.
“Really? You are really cute. I think you should be reminded that”
Jungkook really doesn't get this much confidence when he is sober. Four shots of vodka is really gearing him up at the moment and he smiles, moving closer to you when you look like you are malfunctioning.
“You are really shy”, and right after his words follow your hands hiding your face, now that he is sitting so close to you, legs ready to brush if you take another breath.
“Look at me, Y/N”
Oh boy.
Let's assume the night had become colder and that's why your fingers are trembling so fast. Not dramatically but enough to show that you feel small under his gaze. Most of the times, he had always been shy, and you were on the same page. Maybe you should hang out in the bar more often.
When your face is exposed to him again, he is simply staring. You can't see his eyes, but it feels like he is looking at you tenderly. You can see creases under his eyes through his half tinted glasses, enough to know that he is smiling with those eyes.
“Your eyes are really beautiful”
You aren't dreaming, because on the sidelines where your hands rest on your thighs you pinch to check if it was. He was really here, looking at you like you are a rare gem, and hands slowly moving closer to cup your face. Is he going to kiss you? He is staring at your lips. You always wanted your first kiss to be your soulmate. Not a recent crush, not a fling. But you don't feel like pushing him off either.
Love, your mother quotes is: “Powerful, like you feel calm even when your insides are upside down, it's peace to be around the other, to grow each other”
Maybe what you are feeling right now is something along those lines. But what if you do stare into him and the world still remains monochrome? What then?
Jungkook is leaning in, his face is so close you can smell the vodka. He is pulling your face towards him as well.
“Y/N can I—”
You don't kiss.
His sentence gets interrupted. The moment gets interrupted. And for a second Jungkook feels like he had taken things into his hands purely out of hormonal intentions and turned your friendship into a disaster.
But neither of you have much time to apprehend all of those details because Aerum is jumping between you and Jungkook to stop Taehyung from punching a lad inside the bar.
You didn't have to do much. The bar people were kicking all of you out anyway. Taehyung has dried blood on his
lips and Aerum is with him in the back seat of the car with a first aid kit.
While Jungkook drives to your place, you are awfully silent beside him, not daring to peel your eyes of the front road. There were questions, there were explanations to be made and even if you had to start one you don't know where to begin.
The only thing you do is to say a soft ‘thank you’, when Jungkook drops you off at your apartment.
Maybe you can send a long ass text explaining the depths of your feelings, maybe you can call afterwards and ask him his intentions, about what he felt.
There was a small voice inside you to find out if Jungkook is the boy meant to be. The person you'll explore the world with. And that very expectation has you in trance—the fear of disappointment.
If he is not the one, then who is? You've waited for so long in your life and it's the first time you had any quality bonding experience with a guy.
As you lie on your bed and stare at the ceiling, these thoughts haunt you.
Jungkook wonders if you had slept already, if he should call you and tell you everything, to be honest to his really good friend.
He almost feels like he had lost you, and even though it's just weeks of attachment, it was a big one for him.
He looked forward to those coffee dates, even though Starbucks is expensive. Even if he had to cancel his Marvel movie marathon for a day. He looked forward to seeing you and your smile and all those mundane things about you.
So he sits in his room, flicking is table light and deciding to call his mother first and seek advice. She would probably laugh first because he never had girl problems, something Jungkook looks forward to calm himself a bit.
At 1:40 AM, your phone rings and that's when you realise you had dozed off a little. You swipe off the drool and swipe answer out of reflex.
“Mom…” the other end sobs.
It's Jungkook. You shoot your body up to sit straight, and he doesn't give another chance for you to speak.
“Mom, I'm sorry to call you this late”, another loud sob. Your hands squeeze at your chest where your heart is, feeling constricted at Jungkook crying through the phone.
“...It's about Y/N, I told you about her last week. Today we went clubbing and…I was about to kiss her and…I feel so pathetic, Mom. I don't know what I was thinking. She'll leave me and I don't know what to do…”
“Jungkook…”
“Y-Y/N?”
“Jungkook I'm not going to leave you”
“I intended to call my Mom. I'm…I'm sorry”. Jungkook buries his hands between his hands, ashamed while he sobs into the microphone harder.
“It's okay. Is Taehyung there?”
“He's with Aerum. I'm alone”
In few seconds you are up on your feet hugging a jacket and sucking up your fear of dark for fifteen minutes as you stroll. Jungkook told you to not do such a thing, especially when it feels really child like. The alcohol is bringing his vulnerability to surface. With you by his side for the past week, he never addressed his loneliness and desperation. And now seeing you fading away before his eyes made it harder to not cry for an hour.
When you enter the apartment, the lights are off, except there's a small beam escaping from his bedroom. He hasn't even locked the front door.
“Jungkook?”
He doesn't remove his face noticing you enter and focuses on drying them fast. You see his shade resting on a farther end of his table.
Oh. You are about to find out.
And you almost feel like making it more dramatic than what it sounds. To make this into a peekaboo game. Your heart hammers in your chest. Jungkook probably isn't giving this moment much thought, but he isn't showing you his face either. Something inside you wants him to be your soulmate and you don't know if that is a sign.
“Jungkook”, you lean on his table and look down at his crouched body, “look at me”.
“Thank you, Y/N. But I can explain about earlier”. As if time slowed down he removes his face from his hands and looks straight ahead. From your view, you can only see his lashes. And man you were terrified beyond words. As if it's an important exam you are taking and
the results are about to come. If you listen carefully, maybe you can hear a drumroll in the background as well.
And then, he looks at you.
And you look at him.
“Jungkook…”
“Jungkook!”. Maybe it's a fate thing that manifests all the intrusions up until this point. Taehyung barges in half dizzy. But this you basically invited yourself. On your way you had called Taehyung and despite tangled with his girlfriend he answers the phone and makes a quick drive back to the apartment.
“Jungkook are you okay!?”
“I'm fine, Hyung”, Jungkook says. He is avoiding eye contact with you right now and paying attention to his hyperventilating roommate.
“Jungkook!”. Oh Aerum is here as well.
There's too much population in the small room and for some reason every breath you take is suffocating. It's best to leave, you think. And Taehyung advices the same as well, promising to talk to Jungkook and get him back to life.
When you walk back, this is your time to cry. You are still monochrome. Nothing changed. And yet it felt like everything did.
Because Jungkook is not just handsome, he is ethereal and his eyes are beautiful. It's the most kindest face you have ever seen. Something you would like to wake up to every day by your side. But he isn't fated. His eyes are deep and dark, but the glimmering of his weeping eyes makes it look like there are stars trapped in them. You can't get the shapes of his eyes out of your mind—doe shaped and tender. What a pain that those eyes can't see colors. And what a pain that when it does, it's not going to be because of you.
When you wake up around noon with a raging headache, there are thirteen missed call from Jungkook and five from Taehyung. Thirteen because Jungkook is sober and is still very much confused and afraid to lose you. Five because he thought you are mad at him so he called from Taehyung’s phone.
Your oversleep had made your face horrendous, the unremoved makeup added. So you decided to tackle your appearance and peace of mind first and then answer the phone. Changing clothes and little bit of dry shampoo is enough to mimic a shower. You don't have the energy to handle life right now. You had cried so much last night, songs boosting in your ears to multiply your pain, which was weirdly your favorite game to play.
Grabbing your cereal bowl at 3PM, you open your phone at last. There are several text messages from Jungkook as well. On a normal day you would be eager to answer them all, but right now you dodge them and click on his caller ID instead.
He immediately answers the call in half a ring, “Y/N!”
“Y/N Can we meet today? At the park?"
He doesn't get an answer and instead a sigh. You look at your cereal bowl as if the answer is floating on the milk.
“No”
“Please. This is important”
“I can't, Jungkook”. You get up from your seat and stand close to your window, feeling nauseous all of a sudden. You didn't want to confront him at a state like this. You don't know if it was mutually awkward or if it was just you.
“Please”, he begs.
It takes several minutes and a lot of fighting with yourself to mutter a yes. Now instead of crying while eating tubs of ice cream, you have to look like you have your life put together and walk twenty minutes to the resident park.
You take the long way around so now it's thirty minutes. Even though you feel guilty for making Jungkook wait, your insides were jello to work properly.
Jungkook wears a checkered shirt with ripped jeans from last night. Unlike you, he hasn't bothered to cover up with makeup or even brush his hair properly for that fact. Which tells he had spent a sleepless night. He runs up to you the moment you appear.
“Jungkook—”
“I need to kiss you”, he fills in immediately, his hands almost flying to cup your tender skin of cheeks. Your face looks bummed out and he feel nauseous at the sight, guilty to put you through it, “I think you're my soulma—”
“No”, you take a step back and you hate the feeling of your eyes stinking because of tears threatening to show.
Jungkook was hopeless once—yesterday, so much so that Taehyung puts his jacket into the laundry, wet from his friend's tears. It wasn't planned, both of you thought fate will make you see colors anyways. It didn't happen and you wonder why would you still allow him to kiss you. Not that you didn't want to.
“We don't see colors, we are not soulmates, Jungkook. Quit this”
His eyes are oh so beautiful. You can't take your eyes off them, especially when they look like art in this daylight. They widen when you say those words and he takes a step towards to you, softly, a hand reaching out, pleading you to give him a chance.
“One time. Please. Just this once”
“What makes you think this will change anything?”
“I talked to Taehyung, I talked to my Mom, she said sometimes eye contact isn't enough. And I do feel something when I'm with you and I know that you feel it too. Please Y/N. My mother is never wrong. Can I please kiss you?”
He gets his answer after a lot of staring. A lot of fighting over thoughts again. His mother better be right otherwise it will leave you so hurt. For a person like you, affection like this is a big deal. It isn't mediocre joke like for most people.
But Jungkook isn't giving up, his eyes aren't. You can't peel your eyes from their shine. So you give in, with a small nod.
You remember writing in your journal about your first kiss. This was a little different from that. You were supposed to be happy and fully sure about who you are supposed to lock lips with, you were supposed to not cry harder when it happens.
But what you intended to feel, that is somehow the same. Like Mi
once said, it's like fire flowing from your chest to all parts of your body and you can't put control to it. But you are afraid to find out. Both your eyes remains shut as you kiss.
Jungkook doesn't have an experience at this either to move his mouth languidly, nor was his heart at place. But you try nevertheless to take each other's breathe away. Chaste, sweet and just lots of pressing mouths to each other.
When he pulls away, he is careful to not let go of you completely. His forehead is touching yours and when you open your eyes to look into his, he is already looking at you with a smile.
“You have beautiful eyes, Y/N”
“You too”
“Guess you are my soulmate now”
His eyes are the same color as before, but his skin his not, the sky isn't the same. The flowers around you are brighter and you are suddenly filled with all that life you were chasing your whole life.
You can see colors.
And Jungkook is your soulmate.
You don't know how to process so you kiss him again, loving the newfound feeling. He kisses you again too, till you are tired and your breakfast is burned out in the process. Now you understand why Taehyung and Aerum were always jumping on each other.
Now you know, because you can feel it too.
“Oh sweetheart I can't believe this!”, Mi hyperventilates, urging her wife to drop whatever she is doing and join the commotion.
“Our little girl is in love!”.
That takes the elder’s attention and she comes running into the living room where her wife sits with tears in her eyes and talking to you on skype.
You are thankful Jungkook hasn't reached yet. He is busy moving his stuff from Taehyung’s to your apartment.
“What!? Spill the tea!”, your elder mother nudges and Mi basically raps the whole detail, as if another second can't wait and you giggle at them.
They tear up as you continue to speak, seeing their child full of life. You looked brighter and cheerful, there's pink tint on your face when you talk about him and it seems to only grow the more you speak.
“You should bring him home for dinner!”, one of them suggests. You are not sure about Jungkook’s say about this. You promise to consider the invite and cancel the call. Talk of the angel, Jungkook enters the front door with two huge carton boxes of his stuff and sends a soft smile your way.
Immediately after his hands are free, he pulls you into a kiss, something he had gotten better over the weeks, “What did your mothers say?”.
“They are delighted”, you smile, “And they are eager to meet you”.
“Sure”, he says, “I want to meet them too”.
“This weekend?”
“Sounds good”
Week goes by fast, filled with staying up nights watching a movie, kissing during the breaks, holding hands and going to the campus together, hugging his body to sleep and other mildly intimate things. And oh there was hella lot of staring too. You're so pretty, your eyes are so lively and it's a crime if one doesn't take their time to let oneself drawn to them. Jungkook feels lucky that you are all to himself only.
More plants are added to your home, you notice as you embrace your mothers, them not missing another beat to show that same affection to Jungkook. He is dressed modestly— a tucked in crisp shirt, pants and slicked back hair, looking more handsome like this, goal driven to impress the ladies with his charm, though he really didn't have anything to worry about.
And your mothers are more than impressed, lifting the fog out of Jungkook’s face, a bright smile spreads across his lips when they start referring to them as their own son, reminding him of his mother.
“Where are you off to Mom?”. It's almost dark and you remember about their weekend club. As much they like to stay, being representatives doesn't earn them an excuse to spend more time. Soojin and Mirae excuse themselves, their bags filled with papers of action plan for the new school going to open in the locality.
As much as you already miss them, you are happy you get to spend time with Jungkook, nothing seems enough when it came to him.
Soojin inspects the sky for a second and takes out the umbrella. Even in the incoming downpour, they don't comply to staying in, and bid goodbyes while they hold hands and leave the gate.
“Your home is so beautiful”, Jungkook hugs you from behind and plants a soft kiss to your hair. Your hands snakes with him where it rests on your waist and you smile, “Well, thank you”
When you turn around to kiss him, the rain starts pouring down into the concrete, cutting out all disturbance of the world. Right now, it's just you and him, again, only this time it feels different.
Maybe it's his well ironed shirt, the gentleman he was today, which had your heart beating out farther than usual. Which is exactly why you can't get enough of the kiss and push him into the couch in the living room to kiss him more, sitting on his laps and straddling him.
And he kisses back, plunging his tongue into your mouth. He is a quick learner, knowing when and where to hold you during a kiss. His hands supports the back of your head and the other moving to your ass.
With a moan you break apart, for ventilation reasons, “Jungkook…can we—”
“Are you sure?”
You kiss him and nod, and he smiles, never seen you so impatient. His shirt is dug out from his pants, falling loose around his thighs. Your
hands snake up to touch his skin, and you kiss him more, just to tell him how much you need him.
He carries you, your legs wrapped around his torso, to take you to your bedroom, where there's more space, and also to not ruin your parents’ couch.
He takes off his shirt, his face various shades of crimson, on his cheeks and ears and wherever you seem to touch him, as if even his blood is attracted to you. He had been shirtless a couple of times before, the only thing which makes this more shy is considering you are going to make love to each other for the very first time.
He sits down on the edge of the bed, you still sticking to him, your hands all over his exposed skin and lips not leaving his.
Your mothers return in less than an hour so that means you can't just kiss around for more, not like you had the control or patience for it.
Eventually along the way you push him to the mattress and kiss his jaw.
“I love you so much”, you sigh, hands on his cheeks to give another sweet kiss to his nose.
He smiles, hands still on your torso, and pushing you around to switch positions. Your eyes, they look livelier than ever before, pupils blown wide, as if they can't get enough of him.
“I love you too”
“Show me then”, you challenge him, fiddling with the band of his pants down, lightly tracing wherever his V-line ends beneath the pants. Which was far enough to push his buttons.
Your blouse and pants come down next, he is gentle with every touch upon your way. Most of them out of love and some of them because of shyness never leaving him.
He has never been in a situation like this before, but this was calmer chaos, and he can't wait to pleasure you. You'll sing all your melodies, all because of him.
Your torso covered in light pink bra is exposed to him and it takes collective effort and giggles for him to unhook them.
Seeing your breasts he gently cups them and tries to get used to the softness in his hands, rolling the nipples with his thumb making you gasp.
Gasps rolls into moans as he fiddles with you more and that seems to fuel him to take one boob into his mouth after a nod of consent from you.
“Does this feel good baby?”, his voice turns into a rasp as he gulps down his own saliva. Your skin tastes like strawberries from your body wash and he inhales it, burying his head in your chest.
“Yes”, you moan, followed by Jungkook when your hands wrap into his hair and your nails scrapes against his scalp.
“I want to make you feel good baby”, he breathes and kisses your stomach. You notice now that your thighs are open and one of his thighs close to your panties. It's itching you to just move and press against his glutes.
When he returns to your neck to mark you, he presses his thighs to your core finally and you whimper, clawing his back. The denim was giving you a comfortable friction to work with so you grind into him and moan into his ear.
“Pretty”, he comments and flexes his thigh to create further stimulation for you. He looks at your skin to see purple spots littered over. Your face is fully pink and so are your ears. The closeness was getting to you, but enjoying it nevertheless.
He understands now why colors are important. You seem prettier like that and no other reason. Sure he is grateful that he can see the rainbows now and find out Iron man was actually red and yellow. But seeing you strewn out like art was the most important to him. He bites the crook of your neck again before trailing down your body.
He has never done anything remotely explicit like this, like tugging the elastic of your panties with his teeth, he did that to make himself look sexier and it was almost funny because he was flustered doing so. But as your cunt gets exposed every second you do anything but laugh.
A little of your juice coats your lips and he is salivating at the thought of tasting them. Though he is not quite sure what to expect.
“Can I taste you love?”
“Oh my God”, you moan at the thought and nod softly, immediately covering your face with your hands.
He comes back to you, to meet your face
and removes your hands, “Hey, only if you are okay with it”.
“I'm okay with it”, you assure him, “Go ahead”.
He presses his lips to yours for a second
before he gets off of bed and walks to the other end.
Taking one of your ankles, he starts placing pecks along your skin until it reaches your knees and then switches.
You take a sharp inhale when his second round begins from your knees and trailing up. He lays down on his stomach on the bed and inches himself forward as he progresses to between your thighs to the prize.
Your eyes are glued to the tiny chandelier on your ceiling, because watching him between your thighs was too hot for you to handle at the moment and you don't want to ruin it by cumming incredibly fast.
Your back arcs first and thighs bend second when he experimentally swipes his tongue between your lips and stopping at your clit. He continues that a few times before spreading you with his fingers and latch on to your bud.
Jungkook is grateful that he is at least familiar with the female anatomy otherwise he would've had to spend another few minutes finding where the clitoris is. And that gratefulness is far more reflected in the way you wreath and hold on to the bedding to sane yourself.
First time sex is often supposed to ve very awkward but Jungkook does it with so much passion, his lack of practice isn't anywhere to be seen.
Seeing your juices flowing out to the bed, he trails down and wiggles his tongues inside your hole and slurps up what he can.
“You taste so good baby”
“Jungkook!...Please don't stop!”
Knowing you are close, he is determined to double that incoming orgasm. He inserts a finger while he presses his lips to your bud and drawing figure eights.
“R-right there”, you moan, when he curls his finger and finds a spongy spot.
This time you choose to go ahead and look at him and you that is enough to get you off at last. His triceps flex to support his weight better and he eats you out with fervor. After he is satisfied with his job he sits on his heels and grins at you, a very bi polar bunny smile showing making you want to bite his bread cheeks to actually check if they are bread.
“That was so good”, you huff, still calming down from your high. You crawl to him for a brief make out. His pants were remarkably dented at this point and it's only fair he gets to have some fun too.
You work your hands on the zipper of his jeans while you kiss him and a shiver runs through his spine. While the buttons of his jeans part, you dig a little of your finger under his boxer and trace the line, making him whimper on your lips.
“Touch me please”
You honestly don't know what to expect when you take his cock out of his boxer but he is beautiful everywhere and you might as well kiss it. But that's for another time.
Your fingers wrap around his cock hesitantly. It feels strange to hold that and he hisses when you try to swipe your thumb over his head.
His hand comes to rest on yours to show you how to pleasure him. After a few pumps you learn to take control and smile when he moans, head leaning back that he has to support himself with his hands dug on the mattress.
A small clock sits at your nightstand. Thirty more minutes.
“Baby, if you go on like this I'll cum”, he removes your hand, “Lay back...we don't have time”.
“Be gentle”, you say, getting anxious as the moment nears. His eyes are instantly ten times softer if that's even possible.
“I'll be gentle, I'll take good care of you…I promise”. He presses his mouth to yours for a soft peck and his hands massages your thighs to relax. They had been tense all these while.
He takes time to massage your muscles wherever you are tight and contracted due to anxiety. As much as you want him, you don't know how well you will do when it comes down to sex. You have nothing to worry about Jungkook, your mind says. He seemed confident with you though both of you are virgins and going to change that in a few minutes.
Jungkook smiles when you hum under his touch and for a split second when you close your eyes to fully dwell into his fingertips, you hear a shuffle when he wears a condom and aligns himself to your entrance.
“Tell me if it's too much okay?”
You nod, eyes still
big from fear. He interlocks your fingers with him and his face right above you. And so are your eyes, trapped inside his big doe ones.
“Are you sure about this?”, he asks again, his thumb swiping under your palm into a soothing sensation.
To be honest you were tentative about sex for a second. Not that you enjoyed it till now, it was purely insecurity talking to you and you knew it's high time you take control of your mind and not the other way round. So you nod again and raise your head to kiss the corner of his lips, “Yes. I'm ready”.
You feel a stretch when the head of his cock presses in. He stares into your eyes the whole way until he fully bottoms into you, your walls perfectly cushioned around him and his eyes studying any signs of discomfort.
“How do you feel?”
“In love”, you reply.
That does something to him. He feels heat rise to his head and onto his body when you say things like that. You signal him that it's okay to move so he does, very very slow, as if you are a fragile thing.
He tames his pace as slow as possible, despite his eagerness and when he is more than half way out, he enters you again, with a whimper on his lips and his tongue on yours.
“Feels really good baby”, he cries, repeating his movement, not once leaving his eyes from yours.
“Y-yes mngh—Move a little faster please”
Jungkook sits on his knees, fingers still interlocked and takes a moment to see your cunt swallowing him in. It was too hot and explicit that his ears turn scarlet from how good it feels and moves at a comfortable pace like you complied.
“I'm going to cum”, your boyfriend moans.
“Me too”
His cock buries deeper inside, chasing both of your high and you end up in a toe curling high, greater than last time and your moans kissing his ears.
“I love you so much Y/N, fuck I can't get enough of you”
“I love you too—ah—Jungkook”
You both climax together. Thighs stuttering and moaning messes on bed.
Five more minutes. You quickly dress up and change sheets and toss it into laundry. As much as you wanted to cuddle in your naked bodies, you always had time for that back at your apartment. From the looks of Jungkook, he is going to propose a repeat session of this very soon.
The rain has calmed a bit and petrichor fills the air. You decide to watch something on TV to seem like that's what you had been doing all along.
But your makeup over the hickies didn't quite work so when your mothers giggle without context your brows knit in confusion.
College had been smooth ever since you can see colors and you don't have to memorize anything anymore. Your favorite color is still periwinkle, and your diary finds a new chapter disclosing—more merrier than the past.
Five weeks into dating, you had been quite detached to books since you found a new passion—Jungkook. So after a long time you visit the library to get your hands on some classics.
Thinking he is probably somewhere at the Technical block, you really didn't expect to meet him here.
He is at the library hunting for reference books and you are on the adjacent row, digging through romance novels.
You look at each other at the same time. And he strides towards you after waving and hands going back to the pocket of his ripped jeans like always.
“Hey”, he whispers, not to get caught by the nosy librarian.
“Hi”, you whisper back, smiling sheepishly at him.
Out of habit whenever he is near you, his lips are bound to meet yours. You share a sweet kiss until—
“Are you both kissing?”
“Mrs. Mills—”
“Miss”, she immediately corrects you.
“Miss…Mills. We are very sorry”
“Shhh. No talking. I will require you both to get your books fast and leave”
You giggle on your way out, remembering how much things have changed for the better. You are forever grateful for always having hope, and trusting Jungkook. Just like he promised, he never broke your heart and oathed to keep them safe on his gentle arms.
He kisses you now, outside the library and links arms. You've never been this happier before, and you smile knowing from now on it'll only grow.
----------THE END----------
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you just wanted to get a tattoo from your boyfriend
pairing: tattoo artist!jk x reader
genre: established relationships au, tattoo artist au, smut
word count: 4k
warnings: unprotected sex, biting, making out, grinding, licking, nipple play, jk has a lip ring, oral (f receiving), fingering, shy jk and oc, sexual tension, slight choking, slight aftercare
a/n: this is my first time writing smut and i basically died of second hand embarrassment during the process. pardon for my untalented ass, i tried this wip continuously for a week and i seriously don't think it could get anything better though it's probably not much.
He visibly chokes on his glass of beer as he almost snaps his neck to meet your gaze. He could say that you were awfully drunk and hence the sudden confession out of the blue, but behind your heavy lidded eyes, Jungkook could sense that you were serious.
“You what?”, he gulps abruptly, moving closer to your face, doe eyes pleading to repeat yourself.
“Yes Kook. I want that tattoo on my breasts. I’ve decided”.
It’s not that Jungkook didn’t have experience in his career with inking on different parts of a human body. He just had never given a tattoo to someone who is romantically associated with him and the thought of seeing you half naked made him chuck down the rest of his drink in one go.
The most physical he had ever gotten with you was a kiss shared occasionally since it’s only been over two weeks you had started dating. Okay maybe you made out once in his car but that’s it. It never got to the point of shedding clothes or anything intense.
“Are you sure?”
You giggle at the sudden hoarseness in his voice and nod positive. Ironic how his aura never matched his personality. His inked skin, athletic body proportions covered in black monochrome bad boy outfits gave out default energy that he is a local heartthrob with multiple chicks wrapped around his finger each night and a heavy demeanor to carry in his smirk.
You were one of those believers until Jungkook asked you out in the most hopeless romantic way possible after constantly visiting the café you work in, a few shops besides his parlor. He was a gentleman with respectful boundaries, warm hands to hold yours and sweet sensual kisses though you are pretty sure he probably has a good game.
For any outsider it looked like those cliché bad boy and shy girl love stories, but for real both of you were a good percentage of introverts.
Jungkook runs his tongue around his lip ring while he is stressfully ruffling his dark locks into a mess. He is trying to explain his reasons to postpone your decision considering how shy he got at this point. But then that’s exactly why you were requesting him with soft eyes, it would be so uncomfortable to be shirtless in front of anybody else. Or maybe it’s your way of saying the relationship is open for higher levels of physical affection.
After debating around in vain, he finally hums and clears one of his slots for his beloved client.
Friday approaches way quicker than you assumed and now your heart is beating in your throat. Right after you are done cleaning the tables, you have to make it to Jungkook’s parlor for your appointment.
Running on three hours of sleep, black under eyes even after a decent amount of makeup, you groan as you check yourself out in the mirror. You opted for a simple shirt and skirt (also known as the outfit you bought for occasions with Jungkook), light beach waves resting on your shoulders. Hoping that a few cups of coffee will save you, you stride across the street to stop before the infamous parlor he worked in. Hopefully the full body shave and chocolate body butter has kept its excellence on your skin below the clothing.
The door chimes as it opens with a dragged creak on the musky wooden flooring. It felt like an otherworld where air smelled like men’s perfume and faint tint of cigarettes. In other words, intoxicating.
You ask the first person you meet at the reception, one of Jungkook’s companions at the shop and he assists you to his cabin located at a comfortably remote location.
His space is hidden with a simple black curtain. You are met with Jungkook’s back facing you, working determinately on a client’s arm and cares to spare a glance only when the guy with you is informing him about your presence.
“This will be over in a few”, he grins to your face and goes back to focusing his coil on the skin of a woman in her late twenties laying down his chair. The vibration from his inking machine fills in the silence and you excuse yourself to sit on a small black couch beside them.
This was the first time watching him at work and now you can understand why people rumored so much about his attitude because damn it is intimidating.
Brows knit together and inked muscles flex as he drags the needles around for finishing touches. Meanwhile you can pretty much smell the drool from the woman who is shamelessly checking out your boyfriend. Though you are pretty sure Jungkook gets such glances more than he can count every day, you can’t help but feel jealous. Partly because of the childish possessiveness and partly because you want to be the reason behind his dark eyes and intricate concentration, in profession or not.
To stop from mentally throwing daggers on the client’s way, you grab a random fashion magazine from the side table and flip through pages, though other four senses are inclined on your man. With a close attention to his low sigh you conclude that he is done.
The customer with now a fresh tattoo on her arm is discussing random useless topics to get him to talk, a very vain job realizing how Jungkook doesn’t bat a friendly lash at anybody, especially to those who hit on him. To be honest a large part of the ink business was linked with the obsession to attractive people who worked here, even if it meant trading an area of your skin. You grip the edges of the magazine a bit hard, not able to contain the sanity particularly at the high pitch voice she mumbles in before finally leaving his cabin.
A little excited and a lot nervous, you stand up as Jungkook bids goodbye to the third person.
He is quick to notice your discomfort, though not sure if it was the woman or the thought of finally getting the tattoo, he knew you were nervous and surviving in several cups of espresso by the dark circles slowly showing through the faded layers of your concealer. But nothing pulls down the opinion he has about you, beautiful and simple, no dramatics attached.
“Hey are you okay?”
You nod as soon as you sit down on the black tattoo chair, shifting a little to find a comfortable position. He is taking out a box full of equipment and fine needles, already making you break a sweat at the side of your forehead.
But more than that, it’s the way he is sharp and professional that catches your attention more.
You have never seen Jungkook this serious before. The choice of his vetiver perfume digging through your nostrils was driving you insane. If he doesn’t smile soon, you are going to melt into a puddle at his gaze.
“Are you nervous?”, he smirks this time, a newfound reason for your worsening gut health.
It’s mostly going in cycles at this point. Every bit of his skilled motion causes a vigorous hormonal reaction which initiates his next set of effortless teasing.
“I’m a little nervous”, you say, fiddling with your freshly painted nude nails.
“Me too”
It’s something you least expect to come out of his mouth observing how confident he looks right now. He basically has you cornered with his gaze. But whenever he had been truthful about his emotions it felt like a hug.
“I can take off my shirt too, so that we are even. Is that okay?”
He said it so softly like he is handling a child and the duality of the situation had your mind fogged and limbs frozen for a few minutes.
“Yeah it’s okay” It’s far beyond than okay. It’s great actually.
Jeon Jungkook is ripped, a Greek God sculptured masterpiece covered in self designed artwork you are more than happy to wake up to every morning. He hears you gulp at the feast before your eyes while he discards his black t-shirt to a nearby chair.
Now you don’t know if this whole thing is supposed to warm your heart or make you play several erotic fantasies like a movie before your eyes.
Both of you share a small smile while his long fingers are tugging at the hem of your shirt and pulling it up over your head.
He almost wishes you don’t opt to wear a bra but he is met with lacy black, a-bit-over your-usual-budget fabric hugging the roundness of your breasts.
It seemed like you were way too competitive about today. Anything less than complete awe from Jungkook for you was straight disappointment, you don't want anything less.
Well it seems like it did from how blown his pupils were at this point. He peels his gaze off your chest with a sharp gulp to look at your eyes suddenly devoid of any fear and staring back at him with all ease. He is filled with an exapnse of warmth and he isn't sure why does spending just a little amount of time with you had such a grip on him. He can’t wait to propose the idea of getting a couple tattoo together soon and as far as you know how Jungkook is, he is very serious with his body art so apparently he does trust you a lot already.
“Where exactly are you trying to get it?”, his voice is a lot deeper suddenly as he waits for your fingers to guide to his canvas.
You softly trace the spot at the upper circumference of your right boob, “Here”.
You suck a breath through your nose as his own fingers are mimicking your gesture, lightly pulling down the lace to inspect the fitting of the design at hand.
These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder
Jungkook traces each word on your burning skin, now leaning dangerously close which was questioning your control to put your palms flat on his pecs. He doesn’t notice that though, his mind is busy creating his own fantasies about the women under him.
After two minutes and twenty four second long of inspection and mutual thirst, Jungkook is selecting a bunch of needles to set into the rotary machine. Five fine sharp like a painter's brush moves in and out at a set regularity as Jungkook tests it out.
The next of his actions had you flushed into a pool of crimson. He gently lifts up your resting torso with one hand while the other is unclasping the hook of your bra, making you half naked for the sake of the tattoo.
"I'm going to start", he says shyly.
You still have time to save yourself from the growing phobia for the object, but another unlogical part of your brain says it's a piece of cake considering you have a whole distracting full course meal in front of you.
It stings at first. Well, okay it hurts like hell but your face is devoid of any indication, except your right hand is gripping on the rim of the chair for dear life.
Jungkook on the other hand had never felt this much diversion of mind during his work. He knows that you are probably hurting very badly, especially for a first timer. He is biting into his lip ring, trying to get this over with for the well-being of your pain and his hormones.
After he had scribed one word into your dermis, you are no longer able to contain the ache so you give out a small squeak out of your glossed lips and the vibration of the machine at his hands stops as he looks at you.
"You want me to stop? ", he is relaxing his face as he cups yours with one hand. You don't want to answer that question, but the drumroll of the current situation is making your heart flutter and everything about the little burn on your chest is forgotten.
"No. It does hurt but I'll be fine I guess", you whisper. His breath is mixing with yours slowly as he is leaning more towards your face. If it isn't for a kiss then you are likely to be disappointed.
"It'll be over before you know it. I'll make it quick", and then he kisses you, a small act to get off the pressure of sexual tension between your bare upper bodies.
Before you think of any tongue in the act, he is breaking off the contact and returns to his position on your chest. He misses the pout that forms on your mouth but right now both of your heads are in cloud nine.
The pain starts again, only this time you are busy reliving how his lips felt in yours; soft, firm and controlled.
You gasp when you feel one of his hands cupping your right breast to further his design but it's lowkey an act empowered by lust which is straining behind the so called professional eyes.
You just sit there flustered out of your mind and then Jungkook is suddenly squeezing, full palm hiding your breasts like it's a protected treasure, but he isn't showing the slightest facial expression other than determined eyes and his lower lip caught between his teeth.
Fuck you can't take it anymore. Jungkook can feel your nipples harden against his hand and his brain isn't helping much to concentrate on the design. But by the grace of some positive karma left on his side, he makes it through the long text and when he is letting go of your chest and standing tall, your skin is popping out with redness on the places the text lays embedded.
He fishes out a mirror for you to look.
"It looks beautiful thank you Jungkook", you smile.
"Can I give you one more tattoo on your left one?", he asks while you are contemplating whether going through the pain is worth it, not to mention you really want to get back at a private space with Jungkook as soon as possible.
"It won't hurt I promise", and then he is kissing you a lot filthier than before; all tongue and teeth, while his hands are grazing on the skin of your waist, pressing a little firmer than before.
The coldness of his lip ring rivaled around your mouth, and you try sucking on it to which Jungkook responds with a growl and pushes his body adamantly against yours.
Skin to skin, you are lost in euphoria of everything happening and finally, you roam your eager hands around his body, to his pecs and the definition of abs.
As your fingers scraped against his scalp, Jungkook is biting eagerly down your jawline to your collarbone and continues his ministrations at a particular spot which is bringing out melodic moan variation from you.
He is going down your skin, licking on your left boob before he starts planting violet tattoos as he had promised. As if it couldn't get better, he is massaging the right breast, in a way to soothe pain.
He loses it when you stutter his name, but he is just a fucking tease when it comes to making love and doing anything in a public space is the last thing he wants to do. There isn't much room for all that he wants right now.
"Why did you choose this particular tattoo Y/n?", he rasps while he is planting small pecks on his artwork, and you reply when he is finally eye level with you
"I just felt like it's a good one", your breaths are uneven and mostly caught in your neck. He pecks your lips before speaking, "Those are lines from Romeo and Juliet".
He takes your hands to trace over a line of text among the many designs on his chest.
which, as they kiss, consume
"We pretty much have a couple tattoo now Y/n", his breath is matched with your pace and you are not very sure how to respond to this new knowledge.
"That's… hot"
You break into giggles along with him, he just can't stop dragging his lips around your skin, but he isn't able to word his feelings right now either.
"I have some aftercare healing ointment for the tattoo at my place, wanna come over?" Now that may be a little lame of an excuse to get his little friend out of his pants but you are too unfazed to analyse any of that.
His hands find place on your ass under the skirt as soon as the door to his apartment closes, and before you know it, you are in his bedroom, sitting on the soft mattress and tongue lost devouring each other.
While eagerly getting rid of every article of clothing, Jungkook notices that you don't have your bra on beneath the shirt, so it's probably back at the parlour, but none of you have the slightest care for it, might as well make an excuse with it later to fuck you in his cabin.
He is pushing you farther towards the headboard, him on top, grinding sensenslesy while your lips mould with his. Though he has his whole body pressed against you, you can't seem to feel his weight at the slightest, every one of his actions were just balanced and perfect.
As Jungkook goes down on you, his smile is evident against your skin, finally able to find out how every one of those scenarios in his head will come to look like. He lets out a satisfied hum being finally able to suck on your tits, your fingers finding place on his hair, twisting it out of stimulation.
His pelvis is flushed harshly against yours, grinding and rubbing against your pussy for as long as he is rejoicing the feeling of moving his tongue around both the nipples.
He stops rubbing after some point and you whimper at the loss but his fingers are soon to meet your core as a quick apology. All your later moans are muffled on his mouth once again.
Feeling the controlled movements of his fingers on your clit, you dig your nails down on his toned shoulders. It's becoming impossible to reciprocate his lewd movements of tongue on your lips at this point as the excitement between your thighs is growing every passing second.
Your mouth remains slightly parted as he removes his face to watch you squirm underneath, lips swollen, deep red and glossy from all the saliva.
He pecks at the shell of your ear before going down past your navel.
You haven't had much heads in the twenty years of your life, most of the guys being completely against the idea which made you feel insecure to bring up the topic in bed, but Jungkook does it like his life depends on it.
He growls at the sight of you dripping into his sheets and he seems to enjoy the idea of being the influence behind it. But none is going through your head at the moment, not the metal on his lips grazing against your folds, or the fact that Jungkook is grinning each time you cry his name, it feels unreal to feel something like this.
His mouth is wrapping against your entrance and he is balancing your lower body on his palms to help him reach the right depths inside you. While all you can muster up is the strength to grope the bedsheets in your fist and close your eyes at the pleasure.
Jungkook brings his head higher to give some attention to the throbbing clit, catching it between his teeth and triggering the bundle of nerves just the perfect dose to have your hips jolting up to his face.
He can't take it himself when you are now whining and chasing for your release, so he is slightly humping against the bed to get some friction.
He licks a slow stripe up till your abdomen and slowly raises to your face, already fucked out and dishevelled to keep up with his dominant orbs.
He swears he had never felt so much warmth and care for sex with any of his previous partners, in relationship or not, all he could think is how good can he treat the pleading eyes underneath him.
"Is there something you like that you want me to do?", he says, fingers grazing once again to your crotch to not deny you from his contact. Only this time he is exploring the tightness of your pretty cunt with two skillful fingers.
Is there? You are not sure. Or in other words you are too caught up at the sense of him fingering you. It's not like you had enough experience or people who cared enough to ask that question. It astounds you that never in this entire foreplay he asked for any favor for himself.
"I'm not sure…", you whisper and then maybe you have something on your mind " um I guess I would like to be choked" Okay this felt embarrassing.
He smiles before sliding his free hand from your lips to your neck, and applies slight force, careful to not hurt you in the slightest bit.
"Is that fine?"
"Yeah", you muffle through the decreasing course of air.
He pulls up your face by the throat to attach lips once more. He just can't seem to get enough of kissing you senseless. Then, the tip of his long ignored cock is teasing the length of your pussy twice before it's stretching you out to the brim.
Bodies flushed and hot, his pace is deep and slow, making sure to kiss the cervix every time he is inside.
He watches as your eyes close shut and flutters around whenever he is grazing against your sweet spot. Both of your ears lost and eager for the moans looming out of each other, his more like what he sounds at the gym. Nice observation Y/n.
In this span of sexual energy you shared, you can make some obvious conclusions. Sex with him was surreal, both in terms of domination and the care he had. Rocking against him and keeping up with his hips was attainable— Compared to the intense eye contact he tries to hold, or the way he cups the side of your face and rubs the pad of his thumb on your cheeks while he kisses you during sinking back in, or the way his eyes glow at the beauty of your body open for him. It makes you feel special and it's difficult to respond to these gestures when you never felt this way before.
Jungkook could tell that from your face, but he hopes he lasts with you enough to help you know the worth you hold. You couldn't think too much about anything when you are busy squeezing around his length and coming twice in the first ten minutes.
By the third orgasm Jungkook is nearing his own and he pulls out to pump a few times before coming on your stomach.
"Was it okay?", his voice is all over the place, still balancing his body on his arms while you are amazed by his strength.
"It was amazing Jungkook", you smile. You have known a lot about Jungkook over the few dates you spent with him. That he likes literature, classics and philosophy, designs tattoos as a subconscious thing, that his game is A-1, and he likes working out almost three hours a day. Good for you. But it wasn't until now you know him to be gentle, like he is afraid to crush you under a feather touch. You don't know him as someone who is staring deep into your face after a good fuck, speaks nothing, smiles widely, and plants a peck on your forehead before getting off the bed.
He does the honors of cleaning both of your bodies with a towel, it's not like you have any strength left in you anyway. And then pulls out an ointment from the bedside table and plops next to your body.
"There. You need this to protect the tattoo", he takes off the nozzle and applies a required amount against the words on your chest and massages against them.
"Now go to sleep Juliet", he mocks, pulling up the sheets over you both "good night".
You snuggle against his hard chest, kissing his pecs before resting on it, "Good night Romeo".
So my time management skills are that of a carrot so balancing between writing and college is a bit tedious. I apologize to everyone who dropped a request but currently I'm focusing on writing Far Away Home and get it out on the platform asap. I'll not be taking requests until I can really figure myself out.
you just wanted to get a tattoo from your boyfriend
pairing: tattoo artist!jk x reader
genre: established relationships au, tattoo artist au, smut
word count: 4k
warnings: unprotected sex, biting, making out, grinding, licking, nipple play, jk has a lip ring, oral (f receiving), fingering, shy jk and oc, sexual tension, slight choking, slight aftercare
a/n: this is my first time writing smut and i basically died of second hand embarrassment during the process. pardon for my untalented ass, i tried this wip continuously for a week and i seriously don't think it could get anything better though it's probably not much.
He visibly chokes on his glass of beer as he almost snaps his neck to meet your gaze. He could say that you were awfully drunk and hence the sudden confession out of the blue, but behind your heavy lidded eyes, Jungkook could sense that you were serious.
“You what?”, he gulps abruptly, moving closer to your face, doe eyes pleading to repeat yourself.
“Yes Kook. I want that tattoo on my breasts. I’ve decided”.
It’s not that Jungkook didn’t have experience in his career with inking on different parts of a human body. He just had never given a tattoo to someone who is romantically associated with him and the thought of seeing you half naked made him chuck down the rest of his drink in one go.
The most physical he had ever gotten with you was a kiss shared occasionally since it’s only been over two weeks you had started dating. Okay maybe you made out once in his car but that’s it. It never got to the point of shedding clothes or anything intense.
“Are you sure?”
You giggle at the sudden hoarseness in his voice and nod positive. Ironic how his aura never matched his personality. His inked skin, athletic body proportions covered in black monochrome bad boy outfits gave out default energy that he is a local heartthrob with multiple chicks wrapped around his finger each night and a heavy demeanor to carry in his smirk.
You were one of those believers until Jungkook asked you out in the most hopeless romantic way possible after constantly visiting the café you work in, a few shops besides his parlor. He was a gentleman with respectful boundaries, warm hands to hold yours and sweet sensual kisses though you are pretty sure he probably has a good game.
For any outsider it looked like those cliché bad boy and shy girl love stories, but for real both of you were a good percentage of introverts.
Jungkook runs his tongue around his lip ring while he is stressfully ruffling his dark locks into a mess. He is trying to explain his reasons to postpone your decision considering how shy he got at this point. But then that’s exactly why you were requesting him with soft eyes, it would be so uncomfortable to be shirtless in front of anybody else. Or maybe it’s your way of saying the relationship is open for higher levels of physical affection.
After debating around in vain, he finally hums and clears one of his slots for his beloved client.
Friday approaches way quicker than you assumed and now your heart is beating in your throat. Right after you are done cleaning the tables, you have to make it to Jungkook’s parlor for your appointment.
Running on three hours of sleep, black under eyes even after a decent amount of makeup, you groan as you check yourself out in the mirror. You opted for a simple shirt and skirt (also known as the outfit you bought for occasions with Jungkook), light beach waves resting on your shoulders. Hoping that a few cups of coffee will save you, you stride across the street to stop before the infamous parlor he worked in. Hopefully the full body shave and chocolate body butter has kept its excellence on your skin below the clothing.
The door chimes as it opens with a dragged creak on the musky wooden flooring. It felt like an otherworld where air smelled like men’s perfume and faint tint of cigarettes. In other words, intoxicating.
You ask the first person you meet at the reception, one of Jungkook’s companions at the shop and he assists you to his cabin located at a comfortably remote location.
His space is hidden with a simple black curtain. You are met with Jungkook’s back facing you, working determinately on a client’s arm and cares to spare a glance only when the guy with you is informing him about your presence.
“This will be over in a few”, he grins to your face and goes back to focusing his coil on the skin of a woman in her late twenties laying down his chair. The vibration from his inking machine fills in the silence and you excuse yourself to sit on a small black couch beside them.
This was the first time watching him at work and now you can understand why people rumored so much about his attitude because damn it is intimidating.
Brows knit together and inked muscles flex as he drags the needles around for finishing touches. Meanwhile you can pretty much smell the drool from the woman who is shamelessly checking out your boyfriend. Though you are pretty sure Jungkook gets such glances more than he can count every day, you can’t help but feel jealous. Partly because of the childish possessiveness and partly because you want to be the reason behind his dark eyes and intricate concentration, in profession or not.
To stop from mentally throwing daggers on the client’s way, you grab a random fashion magazine from the side table and flip through pages, though other four senses are inclined on your man. With a close attention to his low sigh you conclude that he is done.
The customer with now a fresh tattoo on her arm is discussing random useless topics to get him to talk, a very vain job realizing how Jungkook doesn’t bat a friendly lash at anybody, especially to those who hit on him. To be honest a large part of the ink business was linked with the obsession to attractive people who worked here, even if it meant trading an area of your skin. You grip the edges of the magazine a bit hard, not able to contain the sanity particularly at the high pitch voice she mumbles in before finally leaving his cabin.
A little excited and a lot nervous, you stand up as Jungkook bids goodbye to the third person.
He is quick to notice your discomfort, though not sure if it was the woman or the thought of finally getting the tattoo, he knew you were nervous and surviving in several cups of espresso by the dark circles slowly showing through the faded layers of your concealer. But nothing pulls down the opinion he has about you, beautiful and simple, no dramatics attached.
“Hey are you okay?”
You nod as soon as you sit down on the black tattoo chair, shifting a little to find a comfortable position. He is taking out a box full of equipment and fine needles, already making you break a sweat at the side of your forehead.
But more than that, it’s the way he is sharp and professional that catches your attention more.
You have never seen Jungkook this serious before. The choice of his vetiver perfume digging through your nostrils was driving you insane. If he doesn’t smile soon, you are going to melt into a puddle at his gaze.
“Are you nervous?”, he smirks this time, a newfound reason for your worsening gut health.
It’s mostly going in cycles at this point. Every bit of his skilled motion causes a vigorous hormonal reaction which initiates his next set of effortless teasing.
“I’m a little nervous”, you say, fiddling with your freshly painted nude nails.
“Me too”
It’s something you least expect to come out of his mouth observing how confident he looks right now. He basically has you cornered with his gaze. But whenever he had been truthful about his emotions it felt like a hug.
“I can take off my shirt too, so that we are even. Is that okay?”
He said it so softly like he is handling a child and the duality of the situation had your mind fogged and limbs frozen for a few minutes.
“Yeah it’s okay” It’s far beyond than okay. It’s great actually.
Jeon Jungkook is ripped, a Greek God sculptured masterpiece covered in self designed artwork you are more than happy to wake up to every morning. He hears you gulp at the feast before your eyes while he discards his black t-shirt to a nearby chair.
Now you don’t know if this whole thing is supposed to warm your heart or make you play several erotic fantasies like a movie before your eyes.
Both of you share a small smile while his long fingers are tugging at the hem of your shirt and pulling it up over your head.
He almost wishes you don’t opt to wear a bra but he is met with lacy black, a-bit-over your-usual-budget fabric hugging the roundness of your breasts.
It seemed like you were way too competitive about today. Anything less than complete awe from Jungkook for you was straight disappointment, you don't want anything less.
Well it seems like it did from how blown his pupils were at this point. He peels his gaze off your chest with a sharp gulp to look at your eyes suddenly devoid of any fear and staring back at him with all ease. He is filled with an exapnse of warmth and he isn't sure why does spending just a little amount of time with you had such a grip on him. He can’t wait to propose the idea of getting a couple tattoo together soon and as far as you know how Jungkook is, he is very serious with his body art so apparently he does trust you a lot already.
“Where exactly are you trying to get it?”, his voice is a lot deeper suddenly as he waits for your fingers to guide to his canvas.
You softly trace the spot at the upper circumference of your right boob, “Here”.
You suck a breath through your nose as his own fingers are mimicking your gesture, lightly pulling down the lace to inspect the fitting of the design at hand.
These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder
Jungkook traces each word on your burning skin, now leaning dangerously close which was questioning your control to put your palms flat on his pecs. He doesn’t notice that though, his mind is busy creating his own fantasies about the women under him.
After two minutes and twenty four second long of inspection and mutual thirst, Jungkook is selecting a bunch of needles to set into the rotary machine. Five fine sharp like a painter's brush moves in and out at a set regularity as Jungkook tests it out.
The next of his actions had you flushed into a pool of crimson. He gently lifts up your resting torso with one hand while the other is unclasping the hook of your bra, making you half naked for the sake of the tattoo.
"I'm going to start", he says shyly.
You still have time to save yourself from the growing phobia for the object, but another unlogical part of your brain says it's a piece of cake considering you have a whole distracting full course meal in front of you.
It stings at first. Well, okay it hurts like hell but your face is devoid of any indication, except your right hand is gripping on the rim of the chair for dear life.
Jungkook on the other hand had never felt this much diversion of mind during his work. He knows that you are probably hurting very badly, especially for a first timer. He is biting into his lip ring, trying to get this over with for the well-being of your pain and his hormones.
After he had scribed one word into your dermis, you are no longer able to contain the ache so you give out a small squeak out of your glossed lips and the vibration of the machine at his hands stops as he looks at you.
"You want me to stop? ", he is relaxing his face as he cups yours with one hand. You don't want to answer that question, but the drumroll of the current situation is making your heart flutter and everything about the little burn on your chest is forgotten.
"No. It does hurt but I'll be fine I guess", you whisper. His breath is mixing with yours slowly as he is leaning more towards your face. If it isn't for a kiss then you are likely to be disappointed.
"It'll be over before you know it. I'll make it quick", and then he kisses you, a small act to get off the pressure of sexual tension between your bare upper bodies.
Before you think of any tongue in the act, he is breaking off the contact and returns to his position on your chest. He misses the pout that forms on your mouth but right now both of your heads are in cloud nine.
The pain starts again, only this time you are busy reliving how his lips felt in yours; soft, firm and controlled.
You gasp when you feel one of his hands cupping your right breast to further his design but it's lowkey an act empowered by lust which is straining behind the so called professional eyes.
You just sit there flustered out of your mind and then Jungkook is suddenly squeezing, full palm hiding your breasts like it's a protected treasure, but he isn't showing the slightest facial expression other than determined eyes and his lower lip caught between his teeth.
Fuck you can't take it anymore. Jungkook can feel your nipples harden against his hand and his brain isn't helping much to concentrate on the design. But by the grace of some positive karma left on his side, he makes it through the long text and when he is letting go of your chest and standing tall, your skin is popping out with redness on the places the text lays embedded.
He fishes out a mirror for you to look.
"It looks beautiful thank you Jungkook", you smile.
"Can I give you one more tattoo on your left one?", he asks while you are contemplating whether going through the pain is worth it, not to mention you really want to get back at a private space with Jungkook as soon as possible.
"It won't hurt I promise", and then he is kissing you a lot filthier than before; all tongue and teeth, while his hands are grazing on the skin of your waist, pressing a little firmer than before.
The coldness of his lip ring rivaled around your mouth, and you try sucking on it to which Jungkook responds with a growl and pushes his body adamantly against yours.
Skin to skin, you are lost in euphoria of everything happening and finally, you roam your eager hands around his body, to his pecs and the definition of abs.
As your fingers scraped against his scalp, Jungkook is biting eagerly down your jawline to your collarbone and continues his ministrations at a particular spot which is bringing out melodic moan variation from you.
He is going down your skin, licking on your left boob before he starts planting violet tattoos as he had promised. As if it couldn't get better, he is massaging the right breast, in a way to soothe pain.
He loses it when you stutter his name, but he is just a fucking tease when it comes to making love and doing anything in a public space is the last thing he wants to do. There isn't much room for all that he wants right now.
"Why did you choose this particular tattoo Y/n?", he rasps while he is planting small pecks on his artwork, and you reply when he is finally eye level with you
"I just felt like it's a good one", your breaths are uneven and mostly caught in your neck. He pecks your lips before speaking, "Those are lines from Romeo and Juliet".
He takes your hands to trace over a line of text among the many designs on his chest.
which, as they kiss, consume
"We pretty much have a couple tattoo now Y/n", his breath is matched with your pace and you are not very sure how to respond to this new knowledge.
"That's… hot"
You break into giggles along with him, he just can't stop dragging his lips around your skin, but he isn't able to word his feelings right now either.
"I have some aftercare healing ointment for the tattoo at my place, wanna come over?" Now that may be a little lame of an excuse to get his little friend out of his pants but you are too unfazed to analyse any of that.
His hands find place on your ass under the skirt as soon as the door to his apartment closes, and before you know it, you are in his bedroom, sitting on the soft mattress and tongue lost devouring each other.
While eagerly getting rid of every article of clothing, Jungkook notices that you don't have your bra on beneath the shirt, so it's probably back at the parlour, but none of you have the slightest care for it, might as well make an excuse with it later to fuck you in his cabin.
He is pushing you farther towards the headboard, him on top, grinding sensenslesy while your lips mould with his. Though he has his whole body pressed against you, you can't seem to feel his weight at the slightest, every one of his actions were just balanced and perfect.
As Jungkook goes down on you, his smile is evident against your skin, finally able to find out how every one of those scenarios in his head will come to look like. He lets out a satisfied hum being finally able to suck on your tits, your fingers finding place on his hair, twisting it out of stimulation.
His pelvis is flushed harshly against yours, grinding and rubbing against your pussy for as long as he is rejoicing the feeling of moving his tongue around both the nipples.
He stops rubbing after some point and you whimper at the loss but his fingers are soon to meet your core as a quick apology. All your later moans are muffled on his mouth once again.
Feeling the controlled movements of his fingers on your clit, you dig your nails down on his toned shoulders. It's becoming impossible to reciprocate his lewd movements of tongue on your lips at this point as the excitement between your thighs is growing every passing second.
Your mouth remains slightly parted as he removes his face to watch you squirm underneath, lips swollen, deep red and glossy from all the saliva.
He pecks at the shell of your ear before going down past your navel.
You haven't had much heads in the twenty years of your life, most of the guys being completely against the idea which made you feel insecure to bring up the topic in bed, but Jungkook does it like his life depends on it.
He growls at the sight of you dripping into his sheets and he seems to enjoy the idea of being the influence behind it. But none is going through your head at the moment, not the metal on his lips grazing against your folds, or the fact that Jungkook is grinning each time you cry his name, it feels unreal to feel something like this.
His mouth is wrapping against your entrance and he is balancing your lower body on his palms to help him reach the right depths inside you. While all you can muster up is the strength to grope the bedsheets in your fist and close your eyes at the pleasure.
Jungkook brings his head higher to give some attention to the throbbing clit, catching it between his teeth and triggering the bundle of nerves just the perfect dose to have your hips jolting up to his face.
He can't take it himself when you are now whining and chasing for your release, so he is slightly humping against the bed to get some friction.
He licks a slow stripe up till your abdomen and slowly raises to your face, already fucked out and dishevelled to keep up with his dominant orbs.
He swears he had never felt so much warmth and care for sex with any of his previous partners, in relationship or not, all he could think is how good can he treat the pleading eyes underneath him.
"Is there something you like that you want me to do?", he says, fingers grazing once again to your crotch to not deny you from his contact. Only this time he is exploring the tightness of your pretty cunt with two skillful fingers.
Is there? You are not sure. Or in other words you are too caught up at the sense of him fingering you. It's not like you had enough experience or people who cared enough to ask that question. It astounds you that never in this entire foreplay he asked for any favor for himself.
"I'm not sure…", you whisper and then maybe you have something on your mind " um I guess I would like to be choked" Okay this felt embarrassing.
He smiles before sliding his free hand from your lips to your neck, and applies slight force, careful to not hurt you in the slightest bit.
"Is that fine?"
"Yeah", you muffle through the decreasing course of air.
He pulls up your face by the throat to attach lips once more. He just can't seem to get enough of kissing you senseless. Then, the tip of his long ignored cock is teasing the length of your pussy twice before it's stretching you out to the brim.
Bodies flushed and hot, his pace is deep and slow, making sure to kiss the cervix every time he is inside.
He watches as your eyes close shut and flutters around whenever he is grazing against your sweet spot. Both of your ears lost and eager for the moans looming out of each other, his more like what he sounds at the gym. Nice observation Y/n.
In this span of sexual energy you shared, you can make some obvious conclusions. Sex with him was surreal, both in terms of domination and the care he had. Rocking against him and keeping up with his hips was attainable— Compared to the intense eye contact he tries to hold, or the way he cups the side of your face and rubs the pad of his thumb on your cheeks while he kisses you during sinking back in, or the way his eyes glow at the beauty of your body open for him. It makes you feel special and it's difficult to respond to these gestures when you never felt this way before.
Jungkook could tell that from your face, but he hopes he lasts with you enough to help you know the worth you hold. You couldn't think too much about anything when you are busy squeezing around his length and coming twice in the first ten minutes.
By the third orgasm Jungkook is nearing his own and he pulls out to pump a few times before coming on your stomach.
"Was it okay?", his voice is all over the place, still balancing his body on his arms while you are amazed by his strength.
"It was amazing Jungkook", you smile. You have known a lot about Jungkook over the few dates you spent with him. That he likes literature, classics and philosophy, designs tattoos as a subconscious thing, that his game is A-1, and he likes working out almost three hours a day. Good for you. But it wasn't until now you know him to be gentle, like he is afraid to crush you under a feather touch. You don't know him as someone who is staring deep into your face after a good fuck, speaks nothing, smiles widely, and plants a peck on your forehead before getting off the bed.
He does the honors of cleaning both of your bodies with a towel, it's not like you have any strength left in you anyway. And then pulls out an ointment from the bedside table and plops next to your body.
"There. You need this to protect the tattoo", he takes off the nozzle and applies a required amount against the words on your chest and massages against them.
"Now go to sleep Juliet", he mocks, pulling up the sheets over you both "good night".
You snuggle against his hard chest, kissing his pecs before resting on it, "Good night Romeo".
what it’s like being an author: No, no put some of those ideas back. This is too many for one story. What, what does this one even have to do with the current storyline?? Just stop, we have enough headcanons and emotional catharsis and shocking moments. Just calm down and write what you have.
you just wanted to get a tattoo from your boyfriend
pairing: tattoo artist!jk x reader
genre: established relationships au, tattoo artist au, smut
word count: 4k
warnings: unprotected sex, biting, making out, grinding, licking, nipple play, jk has a lip ring, oral (f receiving), fingering, shy jk and oc, sexual tension, slight choking, slight aftercare
a/n: this is my first time writing smut and i basically died of second hand embarrassment during the process. pardon for my untalented ass, i tried this wip continuously for a week and i seriously don't think it could get anything better though it's probably not much.
He visibly chokes on his glass of beer as he almost snaps his neck to meet your gaze. He could say that you were awfully drunk and hence the sudden confession out of the blue, but behind your heavy lidded eyes, Jungkook could sense that you were serious.
“You what?”, he gulps abruptly, moving closer to your face, doe eyes pleading to repeat yourself.
“Yes Kook. I want that tattoo on my breasts. I’ve decided”.
It’s not that Jungkook didn’t have experience in his career with inking on different parts of a human body. He just had never given a tattoo to someone who is romantically associated with him and the thought of seeing you half naked made him chuck down the rest of his drink in one go.
The most physical he had ever gotten with you was a kiss shared occasionally since it’s only been over two weeks you had started dating. Okay maybe you made out once in his car but that’s it. It never got to the point of shedding clothes or anything intense.
“Are you sure?”
You giggle at the sudden hoarseness in his voice and nod positive. Ironic how his aura never matched his personality. His inked skin, athletic body proportions covered in black monochrome bad boy outfits gave out default energy that he is a local heartthrob with multiple chicks wrapped around his finger each night and a heavy demeanor to carry in his smirk.
You were one of those believers until Jungkook asked you out in the most hopeless romantic way possible after constantly visiting the café you work in, a few shops besides his parlor. He was a gentleman with respectful boundaries, warm hands to hold yours and sweet sensual kisses though you are pretty sure he probably has a good game.
For any outsider it looked like those cliché bad boy and shy girl love stories, but for real both of you were a good percentage of introverts.
Jungkook runs his tongue around his lip ring while he is stressfully ruffling his dark locks into a mess. He is trying to explain his reasons to postpone your decision considering how shy he got at this point. But then that’s exactly why you were requesting him with soft eyes, it would be so uncomfortable to be shirtless in front of anybody else. Or maybe it’s your way of saying the relationship is open for higher levels of physical affection.
After debating around in vain, he finally hums and clears one of his slots for his beloved client.
Friday approaches way quicker than you assumed and now your heart is beating in your throat. Right after you are done cleaning the tables, you have to make it to Jungkook’s parlor for your appointment.
Running on three hours of sleep, black under eyes even after a decent amount of makeup, you groan as you check yourself out in the mirror. You opted for a simple shirt and skirt (also known as the outfit you bought for occasions with Jungkook), light beach waves resting on your shoulders. Hoping that a few cups of coffee will save you, you stride across the street to stop before the infamous parlor he worked in. Hopefully the full body shave and chocolate body butter has kept its excellence on your skin below the clothing.
The door chimes as it opens with a dragged creak on the musky wooden flooring. It felt like an otherworld where air smelled like men’s perfume and faint tint of cigarettes. In other words, intoxicating.
You ask the first person you meet at the reception, one of Jungkook’s companions at the shop and he assists you to his cabin located at a comfortably remote location.
His space is hidden with a simple black curtain. You are met with Jungkook’s back facing you, working determinately on a client’s arm and cares to spare a glance only when the guy with you is informing him about your presence.
“This will be over in a few”, he grins to your face and goes back to focusing his coil on the skin of a woman in her late twenties laying down his chair. The vibration from his inking machine fills in the silence and you excuse yourself to sit on a small black couch beside them.
This was the first time watching him at work and now you can understand why people rumored so much about his attitude because damn it is intimidating.
Brows knit together and inked muscles flex as he drags the needles around for finishing touches. Meanwhile you can pretty much smell the drool from the woman who is shamelessly checking out your boyfriend. Though you are pretty sure Jungkook gets such glances more than he can count every day, you can’t help but feel jealous. Partly because of the childish possessiveness and partly because you want to be the reason behind his dark eyes and intricate concentration, in profession or not.
To stop from mentally throwing daggers on the client’s way, you grab a random fashion magazine from the side table and flip through pages, though other four senses are inclined on your man. With a close attention to his low sigh you conclude that he is done.
The customer with now a fresh tattoo on her arm is discussing random useless topics to get him to talk, a very vain job realizing how Jungkook doesn’t bat a friendly lash at anybody, especially to those who hit on him. To be honest a large part of the ink business was linked with the obsession to attractive people who worked here, even if it meant trading an area of your skin. You grip the edges of the magazine a bit hard, not able to contain the sanity particularly at the high pitch voice she mumbles in before finally leaving his cabin.
A little excited and a lot nervous, you stand up as Jungkook bids goodbye to the third person.
He is quick to notice your discomfort, though not sure if it was the woman or the thought of finally getting the tattoo, he knew you were nervous and surviving in several cups of espresso by the dark circles slowly showing through the faded layers of your concealer. But nothing pulls down the opinion he has about you, beautiful and simple, no dramatics attached.
“Hey are you okay?”
You nod as soon as you sit down on the black tattoo chair, shifting a little to find a comfortable position. He is taking out a box full of equipment and fine needles, already making you break a sweat at the side of your forehead.
But more than that, it’s the way he is sharp and professional that catches your attention more.
You have never seen Jungkook this serious before. The choice of his vetiver perfume digging through your nostrils was driving you insane. If he doesn’t smile soon, you are going to melt into a puddle at his gaze.
“Are you nervous?”, he smirks this time, a newfound reason for your worsening gut health.
It’s mostly going in cycles at this point. Every bit of his skilled motion causes a vigorous hormonal reaction which initiates his next set of effortless teasing.
“I’m a little nervous”, you say, fiddling with your freshly painted nude nails.
“Me too”
It’s something you least expect to come out of his mouth observing how confident he looks right now. He basically has you cornered with his gaze. But whenever he had been truthful about his emotions it felt like a hug.
“I can take off my shirt too, so that we are even. Is that okay?”
He said it so softly like he is handling a child and the duality of the situation had your mind fogged and limbs frozen for a few minutes.
“Yeah it’s okay” It’s far beyond than okay. It’s great actually.
Jeon Jungkook is ripped, a Greek God sculptured masterpiece covered in self designed artwork you are more than happy to wake up to every morning. He hears you gulp at the feast before your eyes while he discards his black t-shirt to a nearby chair.
Now you don’t know if this whole thing is supposed to warm your heart or make you play several erotic fantasies like a movie before your eyes.
Both of you share a small smile while his long fingers are tugging at the hem of your shirt and pulling it up over your head.
He almost wishes you don’t opt to wear a bra but he is met with lacy black, a-bit-over your-usual-budget fabric hugging the roundness of your breasts.
It seemed like you were way too competitive about today. Anything less than complete awe from Jungkook for you was straight disappointment, you don't want anything less.
Well it seems like it did from how blown his pupils were at this point. He peels his gaze off your chest with a sharp gulp to look at your eyes suddenly devoid of any fear and staring back at him with all ease. He is filled with an exapnse of warmth and he isn't sure why does spending just a little amount of time with you had such a grip on him. He can’t wait to propose the idea of getting a couple tattoo together soon and as far as you know how Jungkook is, he is very serious with his body art so apparently he does trust you a lot already.
“Where exactly are you trying to get it?”, his voice is a lot deeper suddenly as he waits for your fingers to guide to his canvas.
You softly trace the spot at the upper circumference of your right boob, “Here”.
You suck a breath through your nose as his own fingers are mimicking your gesture, lightly pulling down the lace to inspect the fitting of the design at hand.
These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder
Jungkook traces each word on your burning skin, now leaning dangerously close which was questioning your control to put your palms flat on his pecs. He doesn’t notice that though, his mind is busy creating his own fantasies about the women under him.
After two minutes and twenty four second long of inspection and mutual thirst, Jungkook is selecting a bunch of needles to set into the rotary machine. Five fine sharp like a painter's brush moves in and out at a set regularity as Jungkook tests it out.
The next of his actions had you flushed into a pool of crimson. He gently lifts up your resting torso with one hand while the other is unclasping the hook of your bra, making you half naked for the sake of the tattoo.
"I'm going to start", he says shyly.
You still have time to save yourself from the growing phobia for the object, but another unlogical part of your brain says it's a piece of cake considering you have a whole distracting full course meal in front of you.
It stings at first. Well, okay it hurts like hell but your face is devoid of any indication, except your right hand is gripping on the rim of the chair for dear life.
Jungkook on the other hand had never felt this much diversion of mind during his work. He knows that you are probably hurting very badly, especially for a first timer. He is biting into his lip ring, trying to get this over with for the well-being of your pain and his hormones.
After he had scribed one word into your dermis, you are no longer able to contain the ache so you give out a small squeak out of your glossed lips and the vibration of the machine at his hands stops as he looks at you.
"You want me to stop? ", he is relaxing his face as he cups yours with one hand. You don't want to answer that question, but the drumroll of the current situation is making your heart flutter and everything about the little burn on your chest is forgotten.
"No. It does hurt but I'll be fine I guess", you whisper. His breath is mixing with yours slowly as he is leaning more towards your face. If it isn't for a kiss then you are likely to be disappointed.
"It'll be over before you know it. I'll make it quick", and then he kisses you, a small act to get off the pressure of sexual tension between your bare upper bodies.
Before you think of any tongue in the act, he is breaking off the contact and returns to his position on your chest. He misses the pout that forms on your mouth but right now both of your heads are in cloud nine.
The pain starts again, only this time you are busy reliving how his lips felt in yours; soft, firm and controlled.
You gasp when you feel one of his hands cupping your right breast to further his design but it's lowkey an act empowered by lust which is straining behind the so called professional eyes.
You just sit there flustered out of your mind and then Jungkook is suddenly squeezing, full palm hiding your breasts like it's a protected treasure, but he isn't showing the slightest facial expression other than determined eyes and his lower lip caught between his teeth.
Fuck you can't take it anymore. Jungkook can feel your nipples harden against his hand and his brain isn't helping much to concentrate on the design. But by the grace of some positive karma left on his side, he makes it through the long text and when he is letting go of your chest and standing tall, your skin is popping out with redness on the places the text lays embedded.
He fishes out a mirror for you to look.
"It looks beautiful thank you Jungkook", you smile.
"Can I give you one more tattoo on your left one?", he asks while you are contemplating whether going through the pain is worth it, not to mention you really want to get back at a private space with Jungkook as soon as possible.
"It won't hurt I promise", and then he is kissing you a lot filthier than before; all tongue and teeth, while his hands are grazing on the skin of your waist, pressing a little firmer than before.
The coldness of his lip ring rivaled around your mouth, and you try sucking on it to which Jungkook responds with a growl and pushes his body adamantly against yours.
Skin to skin, you are lost in euphoria of everything happening and finally, you roam your eager hands around his body, to his pecs and the definition of abs.
As your fingers scraped against his scalp, Jungkook is biting eagerly down your jawline to your collarbone and continues his ministrations at a particular spot which is bringing out melodic moan variation from you.
He is going down your skin, licking on your left boob before he starts planting violet tattoos as he had promised. As if it couldn't get better, he is massaging the right breast, in a way to soothe pain.
He loses it when you stutter his name, but he is just a fucking tease when it comes to making love and doing anything in a public space is the last thing he wants to do. There isn't much room for all that he wants right now.
"Why did you choose this particular tattoo Y/n?", he rasps while he is planting small pecks on his artwork, and you reply when he is finally eye level with you
"I just felt like it's a good one", your breaths are uneven and mostly caught in your neck. He pecks your lips before speaking, "Those are lines from Romeo and Juliet".
He takes your hands to trace over a line of text among the many designs on his chest.
which, as they kiss, consume
"We pretty much have a couple tattoo now Y/n", his breath is matched with your pace and you are not very sure how to respond to this new knowledge.
"That's… hot"
You break into giggles along with him, he just can't stop dragging his lips around your skin, but he isn't able to word his feelings right now either.
"I have some aftercare healing ointment for the tattoo at my place, wanna come over?" Now that may be a little lame of an excuse to get his little friend out of his pants but you are too unfazed to analyse any of that.
His hands find place on your ass under the skirt as soon as the door to his apartment closes, and before you know it, you are in his bedroom, sitting on the soft mattress and tongue lost devouring each other.
While eagerly getting rid of every article of clothing, Jungkook notices that you don't have your bra on beneath the shirt, so it's probably back at the parlour, but none of you have the slightest care for it, might as well make an excuse with it later to fuck you in his cabin.
He is pushing you farther towards the headboard, him on top, grinding sensenslesy while your lips mould with his. Though he has his whole body pressed against you, you can't seem to feel his weight at the slightest, every one of his actions were just balanced and perfect.
As Jungkook goes down on you, his smile is evident against your skin, finally able to find out how every one of those scenarios in his head will come to look like. He lets out a satisfied hum being finally able to suck on your tits, your fingers finding place on his hair, twisting it out of stimulation.
His pelvis is flushed harshly against yours, grinding and rubbing against your pussy for as long as he is rejoicing the feeling of moving his tongue around both the nipples.
He stops rubbing after some point and you whimper at the loss but his fingers are soon to meet your core as a quick apology. All your later moans are muffled on his mouth once again.
Feeling the controlled movements of his fingers on your clit, you dig your nails down on his toned shoulders. It's becoming impossible to reciprocate his lewd movements of tongue on your lips at this point as the excitement between your thighs is growing every passing second.
Your mouth remains slightly parted as he removes his face to watch you squirm underneath, lips swollen, deep red and glossy from all the saliva.
He pecks at the shell of your ear before going down past your navel.
You haven't had much heads in the twenty years of your life, most of the guys being completely against the idea which made you feel insecure to bring up the topic in bed, but Jungkook does it like his life depends on it.
He growls at the sight of you dripping into his sheets and he seems to enjoy the idea of being the influence behind it. But none is going through your head at the moment, not the metal on his lips grazing against your folds, or the fact that Jungkook is grinning each time you cry his name, it feels unreal to feel something like this.
His mouth is wrapping against your entrance and he is balancing your lower body on his palms to help him reach the right depths inside you. While all you can muster up is the strength to grope the bedsheets in your fist and close your eyes at the pleasure.
Jungkook brings his head higher to give some attention to the throbbing clit, catching it between his teeth and triggering the bundle of nerves just the perfect dose to have your hips jolting up to his face.
He can't take it himself when you are now whining and chasing for your release, so he is slightly humping against the bed to get some friction.
He licks a slow stripe up till your abdomen and slowly raises to your face, already fucked out and dishevelled to keep up with his dominant orbs.
He swears he had never felt so much warmth and care for sex with any of his previous partners, in relationship or not, all he could think is how good can he treat the pleading eyes underneath him.
"Is there something you like that you want me to do?", he says, fingers grazing once again to your crotch to not deny you from his contact. Only this time he is exploring the tightness of your pretty cunt with two skillful fingers.
Is there? You are not sure. Or in other words you are too caught up at the sense of him fingering you. It's not like you had enough experience or people who cared enough to ask that question. It astounds you that never in this entire foreplay he asked for any favor for himself.
"I'm not sure…", you whisper and then maybe you have something on your mind " um I guess I would like to be choked" Okay this felt embarrassing.
He smiles before sliding his free hand from your lips to your neck, and applies slight force, careful to not hurt you in the slightest bit.
"Is that fine?"
"Yeah", you muffle through the decreasing course of air.
He pulls up your face by the throat to attach lips once more. He just can't seem to get enough of kissing you senseless. Then, the tip of his long ignored cock is teasing the length of your pussy twice before it's stretching you out to the brim.
Bodies flushed and hot, his pace is deep and slow, making sure to kiss the cervix every time he is inside.
He watches as your eyes close shut and flutters around whenever he is grazing against your sweet spot. Both of your ears lost and eager for the moans looming out of each other, his more like what he sounds at the gym. Nice observation Y/n.
In this span of sexual energy you shared, you can make some obvious conclusions. Sex with him was surreal, both in terms of domination and the care he had. Rocking against him and keeping up with his hips was attainable— Compared to the intense eye contact he tries to hold, or the way he cups the side of your face and rubs the pad of his thumb on your cheeks while he kisses you during sinking back in, or the way his eyes glow at the beauty of your body open for him. It makes you feel special and it's difficult to respond to these gestures when you never felt this way before.
Jungkook could tell that from your face, but he hopes he lasts with you enough to help you know the worth you hold. You couldn't think too much about anything when you are busy squeezing around his length and coming twice in the first ten minutes.
By the third orgasm Jungkook is nearing his own and he pulls out to pump a few times before coming on your stomach.
"Was it okay?", his voice is all over the place, still balancing his body on his arms while you are amazed by his strength.
"It was amazing Jungkook", you smile. You have known a lot about Jungkook over the few dates you spent with him. That he likes literature, classics and philosophy, designs tattoos as a subconscious thing, that his game is A-1, and he likes working out almost three hours a day. Good for you. But it wasn't until now you know him to be gentle, like he is afraid to crush you under a feather touch. You don't know him as someone who is staring deep into your face after a good fuck, speaks nothing, smiles widely, and plants a peck on your forehead before getting off the bed.
He does the honors of cleaning both of your bodies with a towel, it's not like you have any strength left in you anyway. And then pulls out an ointment from the bedside table and plops next to your body.
"There. You need this to protect the tattoo", he takes off the nozzle and applies a required amount against the words on your chest and massages against them.
"Now go to sleep Juliet", he mocks, pulling up the sheets over you both "good night".
You snuggle against his hard chest, kissing his pecs before resting on it, "Good night Romeo".
