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Sypnosis: At what point does comfort become intimacy? And when does intimacy become betrayal - especially if no one meant for it to?
Pairing: jungkook + f!reader
Genre: smut, slight angst
â : npr, adult themes, slowburn!au, explicit cuts, older! reader, agegap!au, cheating/infidelity, power imbalances, slight pervert!jk, married!reader, established relationship b/ w reader and nj, pathetic!jk - Imk if i missed any :)
W/C: 2,643
A/N: wassup. I know. I know its been a long time and i keep saying i will write more but unfortunately i fell into d*pression and was unable to do things that i like for a while :[ i am recovering dw so please go lil easy on this chapter of VIXEN <3 its shorter than the first chapter but i felt that it would be better with ending it how i did :3
This is for the people who kept begging for another chapter! All your criticisms or suggestions are welcomed!
Anyways hope you enjoy <3
This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.
â 01
Hours had passed. The sun was setting â The bright light illuminating his living room with a soft glow that he rarely saw. His entire being was a mess. Unprovoked thoughts and feelings circled his mind like a never ending flame.
He couldnât stop thinking about the things that transpired.
Your soft gaze, his awkward words â the slight tension. God he just wishes he had gotten a few more minutes with you. It wasnt impossible but he didnt want to be too imposing.
Jungkook leaned back against the plush cushions of his loveseat. The house felt unusually quiet.
Not the kind of quiet he was used to â the comfortable, forgettable kind â but something heavier. Something that made him aware of the space around him. Of how still everything was.
He rubbed a hand over his face and exhaled slowly.
It was ridiculous.
You had simply been kind to him. That was all. A polite host, a warm neighbor. There was nothing more to it, nothing deeper hiding beneath the surface.
And yetâŚ
His eyes drifted toward the window without meaning to.
Across the street, the lights in your house flickered on one by one. Soft yellow spilling through the curtains.
He shouldnât be looking.
Jungkook straightened slightly, forcing his gaze away. The last thing he wanted was to become the kind of man who lingered on things that didnât belong to him.
You were married.
The thought settled in his chest like a quiet warning.
Still, he couldnât deny the strange pull he felt â the way the afternoon replayed in fragments he hadnât asked for.
Your laugh.
The way you had thanked him.
The softness in your voice when you said you hoped he would come by again.
Jungkook let out a quiet breath.
Maybe he was just lonely. That had to be it.
Before another unprovoked thought could surface, a loud ringing cut through the quiet atmosphere.
Jungkook jolted slightly, eyes narrowing as he reached for the source of the incessant sound. He picked up his phone, only to be greeted by Damianâs contact name flashing in bold letters across the screen.
With a tired groan, he answered.
âYeah?â
âParty. Now. Come.â
Three words.
That was all Damian needed before the line went dead.
Jungkook stared at the phone for a moment, waiting for his friend to continue â only to realize the bastard had already hung up before he could even respond.
âUnbelievable,â he muttered under his breath.
For a brief second, he considered ignoring it. Blocking Damianâs number. Maybe even building a wall around his house while he was at it.
But something in the back of his mind nudged him otherwise.
Maybe a distraction was exactly what he needed.
And unfortunately, Damian was very good at providing those.
With a tired pinch to the bridge of his nose, Jungkook pushed himself off the couch and headed toward his closet. He changed quickly, pulling on something fresh â something that didnât remind him of the afternoon.
Something that didnât remind him of you.
A few quick sprays of cologne, a glance in the mirror, and he was out the door.
Damianâs car was already parked outside.
Engine running.
Looking far too eager.
The club was alive â bodies slick with sweat, music pounding so loud it felt like it lived inside his chest. People moved without hesitation, grinding, laughing, spilling into one another like nothing else existed beyond the flashing lights.
Jungkook didnât understand how any of them did it.
In his own words, he was an old soul. Parties overwhelmed him. The girls were too flashy, the floors always sticky, the music far too loud for anything resembling a real conversation.
âQuite the party, huh?â Damian said with a wide grin.
Jungkook didnât catch a word.
All he heard was bass â deep, relentless â and felt Damianâs breath too close to his ear. He turned toward him with an incredulous look, brow raised, trying to piece together what had just been said.
Damian exhaled sharply, already losing patience. Without another word, he grabbed Jungkookâs wrist and pulled him through the crowd.
The bodies pressed in from all sides, heat clinging to his skin as they moved. Jungkook could feel eyes on him â lingering, curious â and it only made the discomfort worse. He kept his gaze low, letting Damian lead, not trusting himself to navigate the chaos.
They reached a private booth tucked away from the worst of it. Damian pushed him down into the seat before sliding in beside him, already flagging down a waiter.
âTwo Aperol spritz,â he said without hesitation.
Then he turned back to Jungkook, grin still in place â until it faltered.
Jungkook leaned back, dragging a hand through his hair as he glanced around the room again, unease settling deeper into his chest.
âI donât know, man⌠itâs justââ
He trailed off, not quite able to put it into words. Because it wasnât just the noise. Or the crowd. Or the way everything here felt too loud, too much. It was the way none of it meant anything.
ââitâs just what?â Damian pressed. âStop overthinking. Tell me whatâs going on in that big, pretty brain of yours, pretty boy?â
He leaned in, slinging an arm around Jungkookâs shoulders before letting his fingers drift to the nape of his neck, absentmindedly twirling a strand of hair.
Jungkook hesitated.
He didnât know if it was too soon to tell Damian about you â about the way his thoughts had started circling you without permission, about how unsettling it all felt. But the weight of it sat heavy in his chest, like something that needed to be said out loud just to make sense of it.
He glanced at Damian, jaw tightening slightly as he considered it.
Maybe he should just say it.
Maybe-
A voice cut in before he could.
âDamian? Youâre actually here for once.â
Both of them looked up.
A woman stood by the edge of the booth, confident, relaxed. the kind of presence that didnât need to try too hard. She leaned slightly against the table, eyes flicking between them before settling on Jungkook.
âAnd you brought company.â
Damianâs grin returned instantly. âThere she is,â he said, pulling his arm away from Jungkook to sit up properly. âWas wondering when youâd show up.â
Jungkook let out a quiet breath, tension slipping just slightly from his shoulders â equal parts relief and something else he couldnât quite name.
She was attractive â obviously. Confident in a way that felt effortless, practiced. The kind of woman who knew exactly how to exist in a place like this without thinking twice about it.
And for a brief second, he considered.
âNice to meet you,â she said, sliding into the opposite booth without waiting to be invited, her attention still on him.
Jungkook nodded. âYeah⌠you too.â
Damian leaned back, satisfied. âSee? This is exactly what you need.â
Jungkook didnât respond, his eyes slipping away from the woman in front of him before her gaze could fully settle on him.
She was already watching him too closely.
Her eyes moved slowly, deliberately â tracing the curve of his lip ring, the glint of his eyebrow piercing, the way his hair fell just right without effort. There was nothing subtle about it. She didnât try to hide it.
âIs that a full sleeve?â she asked, leaning in slightly, chin resting against her fist. The neckline of her dress dipped just enough to draw attention â intentional, practiced.
Jungkook glanced at her briefly, his gaze lingering a second longer than he intended before he answered, curt and controlled.
âYeah.â
She smiled, as if that was all the invitation she needed.
âThatâs pretty cool,â she continued, voice dropping just enough to carry a teasing edge. âI like men with tattoos.â
Jungkook held her gaze for a moment, watching the way her interest sharpened â something almost hungry flickering beneath it. When she licked her lips, slow and deliberate, a faint heat shot through him before he could stop it.
He looked away again.
For a second, he expected Damian to interrupt â to laugh, to cut through the moment like he always did.
But when he glanced around, Damian was gone.
Across the room, already leaning too close to someone else, grin wide â completely absorbed.
Jungkook exhaled quietly. Of course.
He didnât have much of a choice now.
He shifted slightly as she moved closer, sliding into the booth beside him. Her leg crossed over the other, the edge of her heel brushing lightly against his pant leg.
Too close.
He caught the scent of her perfume â sweet, overpowering â and noticed the careful layers of makeup, the effort behind the confidence she wore so easily.
Jungkook had always been like this. Too observant. Too critical.
He preferred things⌠simpler. Natural. Something quieter.
Someoneâ
His thoughts stopped short.
He looked away, jaw tightening slightly.
The hair on his skin prickled when her fingers brushed against his jaw, guiding his face back toward hers.
âYouâre so shiftyâŚâ she murmured, a hint of amusement laced with something softer â almost disappointed.
âDonât you want to relax?â
Her voice dropped as she leaned in, her breath warm against his skin. Her nose brushed lightly along the side of his neck as she inhaled, unhurried, deliberate.
Jungkook shuddered.
His hands trembled before settling uncertainly at her waist, fingers barely pressing as if he hadnât fully decided what he was doing yet.
It was now or never.
He needed something â anything â to quiet the noise in his head.
To drown out the thoughts that kept circling back toâ
Her other hand found his clothed cock, squeezing the member.
âBig boy, arenât youâŚ?â she teased, grinning against his neck.
Jungkook let out an exhale he didnât realize he had been holding back. His grip on her waist tightened as she slowly stroked over the mound â her hands skillful.
âCan we notâ not hereâŚâ His head dropped onto her shoulder, his lips trembling slightly at the thought of getting caught.
The woman pulled back and looked at him, a sleazy smile plastered across her face.
His hands were frantic as he pushed the woman against the wall of his bedroom, palms roaming over her body without direction. His breath came heavy and uneven as he took her in, touch unfocused, almost restless.
Her skirt was bunched up at her waist as his fingers slipped beneath the cheap lace she wore, finding her warmth â already needy, already waiting.
Her head knocked softly against the wall as a low sound left her, his fingers pressing in. She tensed around the intrusion, her body reacting as he moved with uneven rhythm, more driven than controlled.
Her dollar-store lip gloss was smeared now, ruined from the way heâd kissed her â careless, unfocused.
âBaby⌠I need youâŚâ she whimpered.
âI need to prepare you, sweetheart⌠make it easier for youâŚâ he rasped, breath still heavy as he watched her expression tighten.
The truth was, he couldâve given her what she wanted right away.
But there was a problem.
He was still soft.
But the way she was insisting⌠he couldnât say no.
It took all of Jungkookâs courage to lift her up and drop her onto the bed, his frame already engulfing hers. He kissed her messily â a poor attempt at distraction â but the woman was on a mission.
Her fingers fumbled with his belt, hastily pulling it away before unzipping his pants and freeing him.
Jungkookâs heart raced at her every move, embarrassment already creeping in.
The moment she pulled him out of his briefs, her movements slowed. Her kisses stopped, and she pulled back, looking at him with confusion.
âYouâre⌠soft,â she said plainly.
Jungkook groaned internally, scrambling for something â anything â to save face.
âI know, baby⌠I just needââ He cut himself off, glancing down as his hand wrapped around himself, stroking quickly, almost desperately.
He knew how pathetic he looked.
The woman stared at him, disbelief clear on her face as she watched him try to bring himself back.
âYou know what, itâs fineââ
âNo! I can do it!â Jungkook snapped, frustration bleeding into his voice.
But as the seconds dragged on, it became obvious.
This wasnât going anywhere.
She knew it.
And now, so did he.
With a sharp exhale, she pushed him away. âDude, justâ get off,â she muttered, already reaching for her heels.
Jungkook stepped back, head dropping as he rubbed his forehead, frustration burning under his skin. He couldnât even bring himself to look at her.
âJust shut the front door on your way out,â he said, turning away.
A small grumble followed.
Then the sound of a slam. And another, moments later.
He growled in anger and kicked a chair across his room, sending it crashing into the wall with a sharp thud. The sound echoed louder than it should have. He dragged his hands through his hair, pacing once before stopping, pressing his forehead against the cold surface of the wall.
Again. And again.
The dull impact did nothing to quiet the storm inside him.
He wanted to cry. So badly. His chest felt tight, like something was clawing its way up his throat â but nothing came out. No tears. No relief.
All he could see was his pants, pooled helplessly around his ankles.
Pathetic.
With a sharp, frustrated inhale, he turned away, forcing himself to look elsewhere â anywhere else â and his gaze drifted toward the window. The night sky stretched endlessly beyond it, quiet, indifferent. He hoped, stupidly, that it might calm him down.
Give him something.
And thatâs whenâ
He caught movement.
Through the tall trees that lined his property, past the faint shadows of leaves shifting in the wind, there was a figure. Standing behind a window. Back turned. Unaware.
His breath caught.
He knew who it was.
His throat went dry as something stirred in him again â sharp, unwanted, immediate.
He felt sick. A creep. A pervert. Standing there, watchingâ
Oh my god.
You were changing.
His hand moved before he could stop himself, cupping the front of his clothed cock. He felt it respond instantly, tension building beneath his palm as his eyes stayed locked on you, unable to look away.
You lifted your arms, peeling off your shirt slowly, the fabric dragging over your skin. It looked damp, clinging slightly â remnants of the day still lingering on you.
His jaw tightened. His fingers pressed harder.
Your back was exposed now, only covered by a black bra. Smooth. Soft. Real.
He swallowed. His mind betrayed him immediately.
I wonder which brand she wears.
He almost lost his balance when your hands moved behind you. The unhooking.
His breath stuttered.
The bra loosened.
And suddenly â your back was bare.
The line that ran down the center of your spine caught the dim light, drawing his eyes downward without permission. It was subtle, natural but he couldnât stop staring at it.
He imagined without meaning to â tracing it. Slowly. Carefully. All the way down.
His grip tightened.
Lower.
To where the small dimples rested at the base of your back, faint but there â catching just enough light to make his chest tighten again.
Is that a piercing�
His thoughts blurred together, spiraling faster than he could controlâ
And just like that, you stepped out of view.
Gone.
The space you occupied emptied as quickly as it had appeared, leaving nothing but darkness and the faint reflection of his own silhouette in the glass.
Jungkook blinked. Reality hit him all at once.
His breathing slowed, uneven and heavy as he looked down. At himself.
The dark, spreading stain on the front of his white briefs.
â NPR. marklee x f!reader, older!reader, poolboy!mark, cougar!reader, fellacio, slight degradation, unprotected sex, ( lowkey bipolar mark idk kkkk ), mentions of squirting, cheating â lmk if i missed any! W/C: 2,774
This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.
Poolboy!Mark, with his imposing tall figure, sculpted body, and face. The way those black shorts stuck to his toned thighs. Them wraparound sunglasses that hid his pretty brown eyes.Â
His abs out in the open for your greedy eyes to feast on as you âsunbathed.â Sweat trickled down his body as he diligently worked to clean your pool. His arms flexing and his chest heaving. Thank god it was a hot day.Â
You couldnât deny that you found him attractive. Really attractive. Too attractive to the point you would fantasize about him while having sex with your husband.Â
Imagining him on top of you. His girth penetrating your gummy walls as you gripped his strong biceps and marked his toned back with your scratches.Â
You wanted him to fuck you into oblivion. You would even touch yourself to the thought of him. Hoping that one day, his fingers would be in place of yours.
It was so wrong. So, so wrong. Fantasizing about another man while the person youâre betrothed to tries satisfying your high sex drive.Â
But you couldnât blame that poor man. Both of you were getting older. Somehow yours increased and his decreased, which gave you somewhat of an excuse to think about that handsome pool boy your husband trusts so much in whatever way you wanted.Â
Mark had over a decade of age difference with you. Which you definitely didnât mind. What's wrong with playing cougar once in a while, huh?Â
Mark was funny, nice, and a gentleman. He would help you around the house once he is done with his pool duties, be it helping you move furniture around or helping you with cleaning.Â
All of which you orchestrated so you could have him around more.Â
The way he would flash you that charming smile when you thanked him for helping you. Your touch lingering on his arm, trying to give him any signal if possible.Â
You would even wear suggestive clothes around him. One day, just a short black robe with nothing underneath. The next day, you wore your thin cotton pjs again with nothing underneath, all of which highlighted your still young yet mature body.Â
Thank god your husband wasnât around during these hours.
And Mark was definitely not dumb. He, of course, caught onto your advances. He, of course, noticed the way you would speak to him. The way you would push your tits up so your cleavage was more prominent. Your clothes. The way you would lean forward and get close to his face. All was very noticeable. But he, of course, played coy. To see how long you would keep it up before you beg him to dick you down.
You lay on the pool chair with your hair free and your eyes protected by your expensive sunglasses. Occasionally stealing glances at the younger man as he picked the leaves off your pool.Â
He was looking extra delicious today. The weather hot enough, making his honey skin glisten and sweat.Â
You felt a warm feeling form in your core as you watched him work. Thighs rubbing together and your hands in between trying to suppress the ache.Â
Just then you got an idea.
âMarkkkk?â You called out to him in your sweetest voice.Â
He turned around and lifted his sunglasses to look at you. âYeah?âÂ
You grinned before beckoning him to get closer to you.Â
He compliantly walked over to you, placing the pool net on the side. âYeah?â He looked down at you, placing his sunglasses on the table next to your chair before keeping his hands on his hips, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek.Â
âCould you be a sweetheart and put lotion on for me? I just got my nails done...â You showed him your newly done manicure.
Mark chuckled before nodding, clearly being aware of your intentions. He quickly sat at the foot of the chair as you shifted and lay on your stomach.Â
âStart with the back, okay?â You stated.Â
âYes, maâam,â Mark replied, gently gliding his hand up your back, feeling the dip and softness of your skin.Â
His fingers reached the knot of your bikini. âMay I?â He asked, his fingers already pulling the strings. You hum and nod before relaxing as you feel the tightness of the strings come loose.Â
Mark squeezed some sunscreen onto his hands before spreading the lotion on your back. His hands sliding up and down, almost like he was giving you a massage.Â
You hummed again in contentment and arched your back.Â
Mark smirked at your reaction. âFeels good, maâam?â He asks.Â
âSo gooooddd...â you drag out the last word, his hands going slightly lower.Â
Mark shifted his position, now straddling your thighs. You feel his weight on your legs, but you didnât mind it.
He continued his sensual and slow massage. Massaging your shoulders before sliding his fingers down your body, his hands threatening to slip under your bikini bottom.
Mark had to keep his composure. The way your ass looked under him was getting him worked up. He hesitantly starts putting the sunscreen on your hips. waiting for your reaction, and when you didnât react in any way he continued, his touch turning teasing.Â
His hands slid up your thighs, squeezing the flesh. His eyes were fixed on you, expectantly waiting for you to ask him to stop or something else, but when he got no reaction again, he got bolder.His hands reached your ass before giving it a small squeeze. The plump mass filled his entire palm.Â
âMark?â You turn around to look at him; your voice had a teasing tone to it.Â
Your bikini top was flat on the chair, which prompted you to cover your chest with your forearm.Â
Mark gulped as he analyzed your body. The way your tits spilled from the sides. Fuck. He was starting to get hard.
He quickly snapped out of it before looking at you. âSorry⌠I got carried away, I guess?â He joked, trying to cover up his growing desire.Â
You grinned at his shyness; your eyes travelled down his body, and you could see the way he was starting to get hard.Â
You smirk. âGot too carried away, huh?â
He followed your gaze, and his face went blush pink as he looked at his bulging cock. His entire body flushing with embarrassment as he quickly stood and covered his face.Â
âIm so- sorr-â
âThat's okay, loveâŚâ You cut him off.
He quickly looked up as you call him by an unfamiliar nickname.
You sat up, letting your arms rest on your sides. âCome here... I can help you with that...âÂ
Mark gulped and softly groaned as he saw your tits. He obediently rushes over to where you were sitting, waiting for your next moves.
You bit your lower lip and looked up at him with a wide grin. Your hands fumbling to pull his cock out.Â
You gasp as you see his impressive length. Flush pink tip with a tan base. You took his cock in your mouth while staring up at him with big doe eyes, watching his reaction.
Markâs breath was already ragged and uneasy. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt your mouth wrap around his length, his hands instinctively moving to hold your head in place. You grinned and pulled away, stroking him with your fist.Â
âYou donât know how long I waited for thisâŚâ You mumbled before spitting on his tip and once again taking his cock in. Your head bobbed around it.Â
âDang⌠shitâŚâ Mark cursed as he felt your throat spasm. His grip tightened on your head, pushing you further down his cock, making you gag and choke.Â
You pulled back to catch your breath; a string of saliva connected your lips to his tip. âEager are we?â You teased him before going back in.
Mark moaned out loudly. His hands pushing you further and further down his length, his hips jerking forward.
The head was getting messy. Your spit collected at the sides of your mouth and trickled down your chin. Gagging sounds escaped your throat. Your eyes watery as his cock hit the back of your throat.Â
Your hands reached for his balls, playing with the skin so you could get him to cum fast.
âFUCK!â It had worked. Of course.Â
Mark hunched and pushed you down till your nose hit his base. Hot ropes of his milky cum flowed down your throat, making you choke and heave.
His body physically shook, and his eyes were shut tight before he slowly came down from his high, pulling out of your mouth with your head tilted up.
You had swallowed every single drop of his release. Gasping for air as he steadily pulls his cock out.Â
You look up at him with wet, lust-filled eyes, wiping your mouth and licking the cum that stuck to your chin in a slurty manner.
Mark groaned as he watched you. His thumb swiping over your bottom lip, which you willingly took in your mouth, sucking on the pads.
He had a shit-eating smirk plastered on his face. He tapped your face before shoving his thumb in, feeling the insides of your mouth.Â
âHow long have you been waiting for this?â He asked with a hint of mischievousness. âToo long.â You mumbled. Your hands reaching out for his soft cock, pumping the member to get him hard again.
He looked down, and his smirk grew wider. âWho is the eager one now?â
You roll your eyes playfully. âShut up. You know we both want this.â You squeeze his length and continue pumping him.
He threw his head back and lowly moaned before looking back down at you. âFuck.. maâam⌠we cant-âÂ
âCall me by my name.â You said in an authoritative tone.
He gulped and nodded, taking a deep inhale as you started pumping him faster. âY/n⌠what if- what if your husband comes home?â
You roll your eyes and slow down your movements. âFuck him, just focus on the way my hand pumps your perfect cock, babyâŚâ you say lowly. You could feel him getting harder and harder as your words flowed. âYeah? You like this, honey? Gosh⌠Youâre so big, fuck... I can't wait for you to fuck my pussyâŚâ
Mark rubbed his mouth and cursed softly. His cock now fully hard. âYou want me in you, huh?â He said while pulling your hand off his dick. âWant me to fuck you senseless? Want me to pour my cum in you deep? Yeah?â Mark was starting to lean forward. Caging you under his lean build.
You nod and bite your lower lip, thighs squeezing in anticipation.Â
You let out a small squeal as Mark throws onto your bed. The bed that you share with your poor husband.Â
He swiftly captures your lips in a heated kiss, pushing you down onto the mattress and towering over you. His hands gripped your hips tightly as you tugged and pulled on his hair, moaning into the kiss as his tongue dwelled in your mouth. Your tongue and his in a fight for dominance, which at the end, mark won.Â
âNeed you baby⌠fuck i need you rnâŚâ he breathed out against the kiss. His voice had urgency and desperation written all over it.Â
You nod and gasp softly as you feel his fingers tug at your bottoms, successfully pulling off the flimsy fabric. His fingers find your wet, gushing pussy. Playing with your slit before plunging two fingers in, making mewl and momentarily breaking the sloppy kiss.
âFeels good?â He asks, looking into your eyes, watching your face contort as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, pressing onto your clit using his thumb, making sure youâre stretched enough for his aching cock.
You nod and your eyebrows furrow. The way his fingers curled and the way his thumb circled your clit. You had never gotten this kind of foreplay. Not even your husband has done anything like this.Â
He pulls out of your cunt, a trail of your slick stuck to his fingers, which he voluntarily puts in his mouth, sucking on his digits with a low hum as your sweet juice hits his taste buds for the first time.
âYou taste so good⌠so sweetâŚâ he leans forward and once again captured your lips in a messy kiss.Â
You could taste yourself on his tongue, making you grin and wrap your legs around his waist.
He quickly got the signal and hastily aligned himself to your entrance. His tip gliding up and down your slit.Â
You whine as he teases, which makes Mark chuckle. âSo impatientâŚâ His lips traveled down your neck to your collarbone, leaving flush red marks all over.
He kissed your sternum and the inner sides of your breasts.
âMark⌠Itâs not my first timeâŚâ you said resistively. The ache between your legs getting hotter and hotter as he prods into your dripping wet hole.
He looks at you and smirks. âI know. Just want to give you the best experienceâŚâ he whispers against your ear before biting your lobe.
You couldnât help but feel a sense of affection and warmth from his words. He wanted you to have the best experience.Â
You could feel him push into you, your eyes fluttering shut as his cock inches further and further in.Â
Mark buried his head in the crook of your neck. His breath coming out shakily as your warmth engulfs him. He let out a soft whine as he slowly fills you up.
You pull him closely and kiss his temples. âShh.. shh⌠youâre doing so good⌠you feel amazing honeyâŚyou can start movingâŚâ
Mark nods. His hips snapped at a slow pace but gradually started going faster once he found his rhythm. He pulls his head out of your neck and looks at you. His eyes dazed and half-lidded. Hair already tousled.Â
âIs that goodâŚ?â He asks with urgency. His thrusts getting harder.Â
You nod and breathe out shakily as his cock penetrated your gummy warm walls. Hitting all the right spots deliciously, making you see stars. You unconsciously clench around him, hands gripping the pillows and sheets for stability.Â
He moans loudly as he feels you spasm around his length. âFuck⌠so fucking good⌠you feel so good! ShitâŚâ he gripped your waist and thrust into you harder. His eyes locked on you as he watched your body writhe and your face contort in absolute pleasure.
âFuck! Nghh⌠mark⌠That's too much!â You whined.
Mark smirked smugly as he watched you struggle to keep up with his pace. âYeah? Is it too much now? I thought you wanted to get fucked by me?⌠you filthy whore⌠so desperate for attention âŚâÂ
You felt yourself get wetter at each syllable. His greedy hands squeezed your tender breasts as his thrusts got more urgent.Â
âMmf⌠fuck.. youâre so strong mark⌠you make ânghâ you make me feel so good⌠so so good⌠pleaseâŚâ You were reduced to a blabbering mess. Your back arching off the mattress as his fingers pinched and rolled your nips.Â
The pleasure was getting too much. Your pussy throbbed and leaked your arousal all over the sheets. The oh-so-familiar knot in your stomach, that was never broken, was starting to tighten.Â
You quickly grabbed onto his face, making eye contact with him.Â
Mark's eyes had an animalistic look in them. His eyebrows were creased, and his mouth was agape. Sweat slowly trickling down his forehead.Â
âIm cumminâ.â You mouthed breathlessly.Â
âYeah? You cumming doll? Gonna come all over Markieâs dick huh? Go on, baby⌠make a mess fâ me, yeah?â He said smugly before kissing you sloppily. One of his hands reaching in between your sweaty bodies to play with your bud.
âFuck.. take it⌠I want you to squirt all over the bed. Need you to never forget this⌠I'm going to ruin you. I'm going to make sure sex is ruined for you⌠shit.â Mark mumbled.Â
You gasped and moaned into his mouth as he started drawing circles on the bud. Your eyes spilled your unshed tears. Whining and whimpering again and again till you felt the knot in your stomach loosen.Â
A gush of your clear liquid spilled all over the mattress. Your body turning limp and weak. marks thrust, turning from inhumane to slow as he slowly fucked you through your orgasm.Â
His own orgasm following after a few moments. Mark whined into the crook of your neck as his cock poured rope after rope of his cum deep within your pussy.
He truly ruined sex for you.
A/N: hiiii! My first ever nct fic huhu đ im sorry if this took teww long, i was supposed to post this yesterday but i had a very bad hangover and couldnât complete it đđŁ started feeling like carti so i quickly decided to wrap it up and post đ¤¤đŤś anyways tysm for reading! Please let me know how it was! Tyyy
Im still grieving your decision and it makes me feel like i lost someone forever when all you have done is choose whats best for you.
You had helped me through everything and I cannot physically fathom a nct without you. You were the pillar and will always be and i will support you for eternity no matter where you go or what you do. I hope you go back home and take your well deserved break, eat your favourite food and find yourself again.
Till then, i will wait and wait for as long as it takesđ
âFuckâ take it! Take thatââ his hips snapped harshly against your inner thighs, your pussy getting pounded over and over again.
You were feeling weird⌠something you had never felt before. And it was uncomfortable. Everything suddenly felt overwhelming.
Your moans slowly died down as sharp pain started accompanying his thrusts. Your eyes drifted down to the junction where your bodies met, and the once arousing sight now made your stomach twist.
His hands on you were too rough.
His body felt foreign.
And you couldnât pinpoint what was going on with you.
He was oblivious. Too absorbed in chasing your orgasm. Too focused on making you cum.
Which was not going to happen at this rate.
âJungkookââ
Your voice was swallowed by the room as he continued growling, pushing his cock deeper inside you.
A creeping sense of dread began to settle in your chest. Your body tensed without your permission, your eyes stinging as tears started to form.
âJungkook..â you tried again softly, your voice trembling.
âfuck baby⌠shits so fuckingââ
âJungkook! Red!â
He stopped immediately.
The shift was instant.
His movements halted as if someone had pulled a switch. He looked down at you, taking in the way your body trembled slightly, your hands covering your face as you tried to process the unfamiliar rush of emotion.
He pulled out carefully but quickly before lying on his side, immediately wrapping his arms around you.
Anything about finishing himself disappeared from his mind. The only thing that mattered now was you.
âIts okay, my love⌠Iâm here⌠I got youâŚâ he whispered against your hair.
Your body curled toward him instinctively, seeking warmth as you tried to calm the storm inside your chest.
âDid I hurt you, loveâŚ? Was it painfulâŚ?â he asked softly, worry thick in his voice, guilt already beginning to creep in.
You didnât respond.
You only clung tighter to him as your tears continued to fall.
He took the hint and didnât press further, simply holding you closer in silence.
Slowly, your breathing began to steady.
When he felt your body finally loosen slightly in his arms, he gently lifted your chin so you would look at him.
His chest tightened at the sight of your tear-streaked face.
The guilt settled heavier in his stomach.
âI jusâ I jusâ felt scaredâŚâ you whispered.
His expression softened instantly.
He hushed you gently, guiding your head back against his chest.
âItâs not⌠itâs not your fault,â he murmured quietly. âI understand, okay? Iâll be hereâŚâ
He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his other hand slowly smoothing down your sides, feeling the tension leave your body bit by bit.
âDonât you worry about anything, loveâŚâ he added gently. âLetâs get you some water and cleaned up, yeah?â
When he felt your small nod against his chest, he finally exhaled.
He carefully slipped away from you for a moment, reaching for the glass of water he always kept on the bedside table.
Returning quickly, he helped you sit up before guiding the glass to your lips, letting you take slow sips.
His hands rubbed soothing circles along your arms, though the bitter taste of guilt still lingered in his mouth.
After a moment, he stood from the bed and bent down slightly so he was eye level with you.
âCan I carry you?â he asked softly.
You nodded.
You leaned into his chest as he lifted you bridal-style, your arms naturally wrapping around his neck as he carried you toward the bathroom.
The sound of running water soon filled the quiet as he started a warm bath
A/N: lil something i wrote to help me get out of my writers block :) im unable to think about new plots unfortunately.. maybe its the exam stress? Im trying my best to finish two rqs <3 tysm for reading!
Being with benefits with your ex, Jungwoo, is like a roller coaster ride you were forced onto.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. You both hated each other! You both have new partners!
But then⌠why are you guys still making out in the back of a random club you both âcoincidentallyâ reunited at?
Or getting down dirty in one of your apartments in the wee hours when a partner was out for a bit?
It didnât make sense.
You both have tried convincing yourselves that you hate each other, but that statement doesnât make sense when you guys are literally eating each otherâs faces out while one greedy hand shoves two fingers into your sopping wet hole and the other greedy hand strokes his length slowly and sensually.
Or when he pushes your head into his makeup-stained pillow â which he has to wash almost immediately so his girlfriend doesnât question it. His entire muscular body covering your smaller ones as he whispers filthy taunts and nothings into your earsâŚ
ââŚyou like that, shit? You like my fat cock ruining this pretty little cunt?â
âLook at you all sloppy and messy⌠just the way I like it⌠keep clenching, sweetheart.â
âI'm gonna cum so deep in you⌠Your stupid boyfriend will not compare, babyâŚ
He cannot fuck you the way I doâŚâ he growls.
He wasn't innocent himself. Of course he wasnât. Deep down, that dominating possessive ego-maniac, there was someone who loved getting degraded and the idea of getting caught.
âFuck baby⌠make sure to draw blood⌠I want her to see the scarsâŚâ he says as your long fingernails drag down his broad shoulders.
âI know, baby.. I'm so fucking pathetic⌠I just love being with youâŚ.â Eyes half lidded as he watches you grind your pussy onto his hard dick.
âRight.. thereââ
When you choke him, when you wrap your hands around his neck gently, the smile on his face just gets wider and wider. And when you land a light slap on his face? â your insides are suddenly painted with milky white cum.
You just knew everything that he liked, and he knew everything that you liked. Something both of your partners have failed to realise or accept.
Sometimes you guys would fight. Be it either not having enough time or just petty reasons that you half the time forget. And that's when both of you get feral.
Jungwooâs phone would light up with a video attachment text from you. He knew what it was, and he would never hesitate to open it.
When the play button is pressed, he is greeted with the hazy fucked out face of yours that he never gets tired of seeing.
You are lying on your stomach as you hold up the camera with one of your hands, as you capture your most intimate moment with your partner.
Jungwoo knows youâre faking those moans and eye rolls. He couldnât care less for the poor guy that was behind you, holding your ass up in the air as he fucks you from behind.
That's not how you like it. You like it hard. You like getting spanked. You like getting your clit played with. Oh god! He was doing it all wrong.
Jungwoo clenches his jaw. He could feel himself getting harder â his bulge straining against his sweatpants. His eyes were on the way your fat ass jiggled whenever your partner's pelvis met your ass. The arch of your back. The flush of your skin. Your sweet⌠sweet.. moans.
And he knew how to get back at you. It was a toxic cycle that you both weirdly enjoyed.
Not even twelve hours later, he is sending you a video titled âpayback,â and when you press play, you're met with the view of Jungwooâs delicious cock smashing into his partner from behind.
The obscene sounds of wet skin on skin are too audible, making you instantly wet. You knew you could do so much better than that girl. She wasn't even responding right!
You wish it were you instead because when youâre with Jungwoo, he can make cheating look forgivable.
A/N: aint no way i was gone for 2 MONTHS đ IM SO SORRY MY LOVES. I GOT CAUGHT UP WITH ASSIGNMENTS AFTER ASSIGNMENTS AFTER ASSIGNMENTS. Anyways, im momentarily back as i have my end semester mid march and i need to lock in </3 BUT i am working on a rqs rn! Its just taking sometime as i try to get out of that academic stress! Anywayssss ily guys smmmm hope you enjoyed this small piece <3
Sypnosis: At what point does comfort become intimacy? And when does intimacy become betrayal â especially if no one meant for it to? The story isnât really about cheating or sex. Those are outcomes, not causes. Itâs about neglect as a slow erasure, and how small kindnesses be it, listening, noticing, asking and how they can feel like oxygen to someone whoâs been holding their breath for too long.
Pairing: jungkook + f!reader
Genre: smut, slight angst
â : npr, adult themes, slowburn!au , explicit cuts, older!reader, agegap!au, cheating/infidelity, power imbalances, slight pervert!jk, married!reader, established relationship b/w reader and nj â lmk if i missed any :)
W/C: 5,463
A/N: my first ever au. Is finally out. Believe it or not i have been writing this since june 2024 and finished it off as soon as I could đ please please PLEASE give me feedback on the first chapter and lmk what themes I should explore with this dynamic! All your criticisms or suggestions are welcomed! Anyways hope you enjoy <3
This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.
The glass sweated against Jungkookâs palm, condensation pooling at the base where his fingers had gone slack. He hadn't noticed his alcohol had lost its cool. He rarely notices small things anymore.
âI can't believe she would dump you over that!â Jungkook's closest friend cackled loudly, smacking Jungkook on his back a bit too harshly before taking a big sip of his margarita as he continued in a more caring way instead of mocking, âi still don't get it.â Damian paused, leaning forward against the table as he looked at his friend pitifully. âWhat was the reason again?â
â She said I wasn't present.â Jungkook murmured against the wood of the bar table, his left cheek smooshed against it.
Damian let out an annoyed scoff, âThat's bullshit, and you know it.â
He shrugged sheepishly in return, not knowing what to reply to his friendâs judgment. Maybe or maybe it wasn't.
He lifted his head and lifted the glass to take a slow sip of his whiskey, raw, the burn familiar and grounding. This was his only way of feeling something sharp.
â She said I made her feel like a guest,â Jungkook added, his voice low and quiet. âLike she had to schedule me.â
Damian opened his mouth, then closed it again. He softened.
â That's not fair. At least you were trying.â
â I know,â Jungkook agreed. âYou should tell that to all my ex-girlfriends.â Jungkook dropped his head against the table again with a thud.
This was a common problem he faced with most of his relationships. They didn't end in screaming matches or dramatic exits. They dissolved. Quietly. Then an abrupt text message which always ended with âI can't do this anymore. We should see other people.â Came last.
Damian studied him for a moment. âYou know, most people would kill to be you.â
Jungkook let out a breath that mightâve been a laugh. âI would rather not have them do that,â he said, with self-loathing. Again.
Truth be told, he was tired of being impressive. This prodigy. Tired of being easy to want but hard to stay with. Women loved the idea of him: the title. The ambition, the future he promised. They just didn't love the hours he wasn't there, the way his mind wandered even when his body didn't.
âI think,â Jungkook slowly said, âI missed the part where youâre supposed to feel settled.â
Damian frowned. âYou're twenty-eight.â
âexactlyâ
Jungkook let his head drop back onto the table, eyes closing briefly. Twenty-eight and already practicing exhaustion.
âI don't know for how long I will stay like this.â He paused and let out a sigh, âEverything is so⌠frustrating.â
The table went still.
Jungkook cleared his throat and sat upright once again. His eyes were slightly wet because of a few stray tears that escaped somehow. âI don't even miss her⌠It's just the repeating cycle.â
Is he the problem? Were the women in his life the problem? Would he truly find his one?
Damian nodded. No jokes this time.
The thoughts lingered longer than the alcohol.
The Bottega Veneta building always smelled the same. Polished stone, expensive coffee, something metallic underneath it all.
Jungkookâs coat waved against the harsh, cold air of a new morning. His lips and cheeks were the same shade of pink as he rushed into familiarising headquarters.
He was early. He always was.
As he headed towards his office, he was already mentally rearranging his schedule before he could even open the glass doors.
When he entered, three folders neatly stacked on his desk welcomed him with a presence he was starting to find repetitive. They were colour-coded, just the way Jungkook preferred. He stared at them for a moment longer than necessary.
Three folders meant three headaches.
His mind was clouded with thoughts about how he was lucky to have achieved all this at just twenty-eight. A private office already has an assistant. And on top of all that, he felt he wasn't grateful enough.
He removed his coat and draped it over his office chair before rolling up his sleeves and taking a seat. His fingers moved automatically â muscle memory more than intention. Mood boards bloomed across his tablet: silhouettes, textures, muted palettes he had already explored last season and the season before that. Somewhere between his third espresso and the soft hum of the office, inspiration gave way to obligation.
A knock sounded against the glass, jolting Jungkook out of his work.
â Come in,â Jungkook said gruffly, already knowing who it would be.
Namjoon didn't knock so much as he entered with momentum, phone pressed to his ear, eyes distracted as he gestured for Jungkook to wait while he finished his call, pacing the length of the office like the space belonged to him.
It did.
âYeah, no, don't worry,â Namjoon said into the phone with a wide grin, almost like the other end of the phone could see it. âHeâll handle it.â He continued as he glanced at Jungkook.
Another project. Great.
Jungkookâs jaw tightened, just slightly,
Namjoon ended the call with a short goodbye and finally properly looked at him, smiling as innocently as ever. âYouâre in early.â
â You asked me to be,â Jungkook replied, a weak smile appearing on his face to cover up his inner turmoil.
Namjoon waved a hand dismissively. âRight.. right. Anywaysââ
Here it comes.
â Soâ listen, Paris moved the timeline up. We have got three weeks.â Namjoon continued. His face showed no worry or sympathy.
Jungkook didn't react immediately. He let the silence stretch. Three weeks was impossible. They both knew that.
â That's⌠tight,â he said carefully.
Namjoon laughed with no humour behind it. âTight is where you thrive.â
There it was. The compliment disguised as expectation.
Jungkook nodded, because that's what he always did. He nodded when deadlines shrank, when budgets tightened, when his name disappeared behind the brand.
â I need something bold this time,â Namjoon continued, finally sitting across from him. âSomething emotional. You know, dynamic! You always get it.â
Always.
Jungkook glanced down at his tablet, at the half-formed ideas waiting for approval that would never come. âDo you have a direction in mind?â
Namjoon shook his head. âThat's why I have you, Jungkook.â
The words landed heavier than they should have.
With an exasperated sigh, Jungkook replied, âIâll⌠figure it out.â The forced smile returned.
Namjoon stood, clapping his hands together once. âI knew I could count on you. Oh â dinner tonight. My treat.â
Jungkook opened his mouth to decline. He thought of the bar from the night before, the silence that waited at home.
âSure,â he said instead.
Namjoon grinned, satisfied. âSee? Knew youâd be up for it.â
As the door closed behind him, Jungkook stayed seated, staring at the empty chair across from his desk. He wondered, not for the first time, when agreeing had started feeling like surrender.
He turned back to his tablet.
Three weeks.
The restaurant Namjoon chose was the kind that tried not to look expensive. Dark wood, low lighting, and menus without prices.
Jungkook was sitting comfortably at a reserved place that overlooked the city skyline as he and Namjoon laughed and giggled at personal things.
Wine arrived. Namjoon filled both glasses, lifting his own immediately. âTo another season. Paris is going to eat this up.â
He was relaxed and calm, the alcohol bringing out the side he rarely sees anymore.
Conversation flowed easily, but not evenly. Namjoon talked about numbers, timelines, and press reactions. About how exhausting it was to keep everything moving, how no one really understood the pressure he was under. Jungkook listened, interjected when appropriate, and laughed in the right places.
At some point, Namjoon mentioned his family.
âY/n wanted me to take a break before the move,â he said casually, cutting into his food. âYou know how it is. She worries.â
âSheâs great, though,â Namjoon continued, as if sensing the silence. âReally keeps the house together. I donât know how she does it.â
Jungkook nodded again, though something in his chest tightened. He wasnât sure why.
âAnd my daughter,â Namjoon added, smiling now. âSheâs everything.â
He talked about his child with warmth, detail. Jungkook noticed the contrast, the way Namjoon lingered there, animated, present. Y/N remained a general. A role.
âThat house across from yours,â Namjoon said suddenly, brightening. âWeâre moving in next week. Itâll be good to finally settle.â
Jungkookâs fingers tightened slightly around his glass. âAcross from me?â
Namjoon grinned. âDidnât I tell you? Fate, right? Now I can keep an eye on my star creative director.â
Jungkook forced a laugh. âLucky me.â
The rest of dinner passed smoothly. Too smoothly. Compliments were exchanged, promises made. Namjoon paid without looking at the bill.
Outside, the night air was cooler.
âIâll see you tomorrow,â Namjoon said, clapping Jungkook lightly on the shoulder. âDonât overthink things.â
Jungkook nodded. âI wonât.â
He watched Namjoon walk away, phone already back in his hand, attention elsewhere.
Jungkook started his drive home on autopilot, the city lights blurring past his windshield.
His mind stayed fixed on the new collection â the impossible three-week deadline his boss had dropped on him for Paris Fashion Week. Concepts, silhouettes, and fabrics chased each other in restless loops.
The pressure should have crushed him. Instead, it gnawed at him in a way that was almost familiar, almost comforting.
Once home, he retreated to his study and spread himself thin across the work.
References from past collections littered the desk, pages layered over one another, ideas sketched and discarded just as quickly. He had complete creative freedom this time â no restraints, no imposed vision.
For the first time in a while, that fact sparked something genuine in him. He leaned into it, losing track of time as he refined details, chasing the thrill of getting something right.
The feeling didnât last. It never did.
The initial excitement dulled, restlessness creeping in where focus had been. His attention wandered, body growing uncomfortably aware of itself, tension pooling low and persistent.
Jungkook leaned back in his chair with a quiet sigh. Bored wasnât quite the right word â it was closer to frustration, sharp and unrelieved, with nowhere obvious to go.
It had been a while since he was last intimate with someone, and that drought was getting to him physically and mentally. The dull ache beneath his skin was getting hard to ignore. It was too present, too demanding. His length poked out of his beige lounge pants. He shifted in his seat, jaw tightening as he acknowledged the frustration for what it was.
Jungkook sighed, annoyed.
âFuckkkkâŚâ he huffed before running a hand over the mound, slowly rubbing it through his pants with little intention.
He threw his head back and relaxed. His fingers crawled under the waistband before firmly gripping his aching cock.
His hands moved slowly, almost too slowly, as he started pleasuring himself.
His fingers grazed every vein, pushing his thumb into the slit. Hissing at the content feeling. Precum stained the pads of the digit, using that as an extra lubricant.
Jungkookâs head fell back as his tempo increased, shutting his eyes tight. His breathing got faster. Loud huffs and puffs echoed off the walls. His abs clenched, and he was gripping onto the armrest, finally ready to let go of months of pent-up sexual frustration, but then-
âMr. Jeon?â Jungkookâs maid called out from the other side of the locked door.
His eyes popped open, glancing at the source of the voice with crazed eyes.
Clearing his throat, he replied shakily, not sure if the poor woman heard anything.
âYe-yeah..?â
âMr. Jeon, I will be taking my leave now. Make sure to lock the front door.â The woman spoke.
Jungkook sighed and gave her a short reply before slumping into his chair with another heavy sigh. He looked down at his right hand.
Nothing.
He groaned in frustration. Is he actually gonna hit impotency? At this age?
He wiped his hands quickly and shoved himself back into his pants, irritation curling tight in his chest. This couldnât keep happening â not like this. Something had to change soon, or he was going to lose more than just sleep.
The noise started early.
Jungkook noticed it before he saw anything â the low thud of boxes, unfamiliar voices bleeding through the quiet street. He paused mid-sip of his coffee, irritation flickering briefly before curiosity took over. Through the wide windows of his living room, he could see movement across the road. Trucks. Open gates. People who didnât belong there.
So Namjoon had finally moved in.
He set the mug down and stepped outside, the morning air warm against his skin. He took in a deep breath of the fresh flora before walking past his iron gates. The street looked different already, crowded in a way it never had been before. Men carried furniture through the open gates of the house opposite his, their movements efficient and loud.
He quickly spotted Namjoon, supposedly ordering the movers around.
Jungkook crossed the road when Namjoon noticed him, the older manâs face lighting up instantly.
âMorning!â Namjoon called out, âSorry about the chaos.â
âItâs fine,â Jungkook said, stopping just short of the gate. âDidnât realize you were moving in today.â
âMy wife insisted,â Namjoon replied with a laugh that didnât quite reach his eyes. âSomething about getting it over with.â
Something about the way he phrased it was off, but he let it pass as he glanced around instead: at the open doors, the half-unpacked furniture, all being signs of a life being rearranged.
â That's her.â Namjoonâs voice cut through his thoughts as Jungkook looked over his bossâs shoulder to get a glimpse of the so-called wife.
Jungkook looked over his bossâs shoulder.
You were coming down the driveway at an unhurried pace. The chaos seemed to part around you without effort. You wore a simple white sundress that hugged all your curves perfectly. Your neck and hands were adorned in a cluster of gold jewellery that matched your sun-kissed skin. Your hair is in a messy low bun, a few strands framing your perfect face. Lips full and eyes sparkled as you approached them.
You were graceful and elegant, carrying yourself with sophistication and confidence. Composed. Not rushed. Not flustered.
Jungkook felt the shift before he understood it. The way his attention narrowed, the way the rest of the noise faded into background static. He straightened without meaning to.
He didnât realise that you were already in front of him, noticing only after Namjoon started speaking up.
Namjoon smiled easily. âY/n, This is Jungkook â the creative director I told you about.â
Jungkook physically shook when your gaze moved to him, direct and assessing without being intrusive. You smiled, and it wasnât the polite kind people used out of obligation. It felt intentional. Present.
âNice to meet you, Jungkook! I heard a lot about you⌠im y/n.â You lent out your hand for a shake.
Her hand was warm when he took it, her grip light but steady. Jungkook swallowed before responding, suddenly aware of how long it had been since heâd been looked at like this as a person, not a position.
âN-nice to meet you too.. Mrs. K-Kim.â
fuck! Did he just stutter?! He mentally cursed himself before he looked back at you.
You chuckled softly at his words. âMrs. Kim is too formal⌠You can just call me y/n! I'm fine with it,â you said softly, smiling at him.
âOh.. right right! I will make sure to ⌠take note of that! Mrs.- oh sorry- I mean.. y/nâŚâ He said with an awkward laugh.
You smiled at his nervousness, finding it extremely cute.
âWell,â Namjoon said, clapping his hands together, already shifting his attention elsewhere, âwe should keep things moving. Jungkook, you should come over sometime. Properly.â
Jungkook stood there, sheepish and smiling, before the sudden invitation pulled him back to reality. âOhâ no, itâs fine, sir⌠Iâm good,â he said softly, trying to sound polite. âYou should enjoy your time with your family.â
âSee? He always does this,â Namjoon said, turning to his wife with mock frustration as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.
âItâs fine, Jungkook,â you spoke up.
His attention snapped back to you immediately.
âYou can join us today,â you continued with an easy smile. âCome on, itâll be fun.â Jungkook stared off for a moment, weighing the invitation, before finally nodding with a small smile.
âSure, why not?â he said. âIâll come by at oneâ does that sound good?â
You smiled brightly. âOf course. See you then.â
Jungkook nodded shyly. He wanted to keep looking at you, to take in your beauty, but nerves kept him from meeting your eyes. His gaze stayed lowered, drifting without permission. Noting details, memorising them. From the fall of your dress to the way you stood, composed and effortless. When he finally looked up, you were still smiling, warm and radiant, while Namjoon joked with one of the movers beside you. The warmth of it lingered.
He snapped himself out of it and cleared his throat, drawing both your attention. âI think Iâll head back in,â he said quickly. âIâll see you guys.â
âDonât be late!â Namjoon called after him, already turning back toward the house.
Time seemed to stretch unbearably, the hours dragging as he waited for lunch with the Kims. Jungkook paced the length of his house, retracing the same steps over and over, replaying fragments of your interaction without meaning to. He overthought everythingâ what heâd said, how heâd sounded, what he should wear, whether showing up with nothing would feel rude or distant.
Eventually, he settled on two bottles of his favourite wine and a few small things for your daughter, convincing himself it was practical, nothing more. With an hour still left, he stepped into the shower, hoping the heat might quiet his restless thoughts. It didnât. His body betrayed him easily, tension pooling low and insistent, painfully aware now. This time, there was a reason.
The realization made his stomach twist. He felt embarrassed, almost ashamed, unsettled by how naturally his thoughts drifted toward you. He hated it. The way his mind lingered, the way his body responded â yet he couldnât seem to stop it. Heâd never felt this kind of pull before, not so immediate and uninvited. It wasnât just desire. It was messier than that, harder to ignore.
He stared at the red, angry tip, his precum poking out of his slit like an uninvited stranger. The warm shower water ran down soft black locks and his toned tan body. The droplets trickle down each curve and divot.
He swallowed hard as it was getting harder and harder to resist and ignore. Tension coiling tight and insistent.
He couldnât go into lunch with an active hard-on. That would be heavily inappropriate! Unthinkable!
He let out a slow, frustrated breath and decided to act upon what his brain had been screaming.
Idiot.
Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, Adamâs apple bobbing as guilt settled heavy in his chest. Unbidden, the image surfaced anyway. You are beneath him, flushed and undone, nothing neat or composed about you anymore. The thought lingered longer than it should have, vivid enough to make his jaw tighten as he fought the weight of it.
His hand tightened around his hard cock and started stroking the length tantalisingly. His wrists curving at the tip and his fingers squeezing at the base, giving him the extra added pleasure.
How would you feel around him? Did you like getting praised or degraded? Would you cream or squirt? Were you loud or quiet in bed?
The guilt crept in anyway. He had just met you, and he was already lost in thoughts of you in ways that crossed forbidden lines. It made him feel disgusted. Pathetic. If you ever found out, heâd never recover from the humiliation. He would be nothing but an embarrassment.
His back hit the cool bathroom wall as a low sound slipped past his lips, his imagination refusing to slow despite the shame gnawing at him. He could see you clearly â flushed, undone, begging him to move faster. The image sharpened until it felt almost real, his body responding helplessly as he pictured himself buried deep inside you, the sound of his name spilling from your mouth, desperate and needy.
His breathing grew uneven as the fantasy intensified. His free hand slipped lower, cupping his heavy balls and fondling them, the sensation sending sharp waves of pleasure through him. His chest heaved, legs trembling as everything tipped over at once, a broken cry leaving him as he came, spent and shaking against the wall.
Hallelujah.
He continued jerking himself off, helping him come down from the high, his imagination having been so intense that he almost didnât register when it ended.
Finally, after months.
He beat the incompetency allegations.
A breathless smirk was plastered on his face as he stared at the thick creamy liquid that coated his cock and the bathroom tiles. He felt accomplished, even as the guilt lingered beneath it. He pushed the feeling aside quickly and finished his shower, stepping out to get ready.
All he had to focus on now was going to lunch.
He was all set. Jungkook neatly wrapped the wine bottles and condiments in tan paper before carrying them across the road to his bossâs house. He rang the bell, and moments later, the large black gates slid open, revealing a sleek modern home. As he stepped inside, his gaze drifted over the carefully arranged flora lining the path â deliberate, tasteful, warm. He didnât know why, but he was certain you had a hand in it.
He barely made it a few steps before Namjoon pulled him into a welcoming embrace.
âYou actually came,â Namjoon said, sounding pleased, clapping a hand once against Jungkookâs shoulder. âI half-expected you to bail.â
Jungkook chuckled, playing along. âThat almost happened. How did you know?â
Namjoon laughed briefly, already turning as he spoke. âIâve worked with you long enough.â He gestured toward the house. âCome in, come in.â
As they walked inside, Namjoonâs hand settled at Jungkookâs back, guiding him. âGlad you could make it, Jeon. My wifeâs been in the kitchen all morning. Said she wanted to do something special.â
The words were proud, but absent.
Jungkookâs stomach flipped at the mention of you. He couldnât understand how someone heâd met only hours ago could already have such a hold on his thoughts. Something about you lingered â soft but persistent â and he had a feeling it wasnât going anywhere anytime soon.
âAh, there you are,â Namjoon said, cutting through his thoughts as you approached.
You greeted him with a warm smile. âIâm glad you could make it, Jungkook,â you said gently. âLunch is just about ready. Please, make yourself at home.â
For a moment, Jungkook forgot how to speak. A foolish smile spread across his face, and all he managed was a quiet, âY-yes.â
Idiot.
He shook his head and quickly handed you the gift, anything to hide his embarrassment. âI hope you like it,â he muttered. He felt â and probably looked â like a teenager confessing to a crush, and the realization only made it worse.
Your smile didnât fade. If anything, it softened into something even warmer as you took the bag, peeking inside with clear appreciation. Jungkook smiled shyly in return, curling in on himself as you thanked him.
âIt wouldâve felt rude not to bring anything,â he said, voice low. âI hope it isnât too much.â
You shook your head. âItâs perfect. Thank you so much.â
Soon enough, the three of you were seated together in the cozy dining hall. Jungkook sat directly opposite you, with Namjoon at the head of the table. The spread before them was lavish â dishes still steaming, carefully arranged, clearly the result of a morning spent perfecting every detail. Jungkook noticed it immediately. He knew youâd had a hand in all of it.
Namjoon carried the conversation effortlessly, his voice filling the room as he entertained himself with stories â most of them at Jungkookâs expense. Embarrassing anecdotes from work, exaggerated just enough to sting. Each one earned a quiet laugh from you and a fleeting glance in Jungkookâs direction. His neck and ears burned crimson, half-mortified, half-tempted to strangle his boss for not knowing when to stop.
âOh, shush,â your voice cut through his spiraling thoughts. âPoor guy â heâs new to the field. Cut him some slack.â You placed a reassuring hand over Jungkookâs, your touch gentle but deliberate. âIâm sorry,â you added lightly. âHeâs just a bully at heart.â
Your thumb brushed slowly over his skin.
Jungkookâs breath hitched despite himself. Heat rushed through him, sharp and sudden, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. A faint shiver ran through him just as you pulled your hand away â as if nothing had happened at all.
âIâm just joking with him,â Namjoon said easily. âHe knows that, too. Right, Jungkook?â
Jungkook didnât answer.
His thoughts tangled immediately â shame and disbelief colliding. If it had been anyone else, he wouldâve brushed it off. Politeness. Sympathy. Nothing more. But it was you. The touch replayed in his head, vivid and slow.
Were you flirting?
No. Donât be stupid.
You were married. You wouldnât do something like that. Especially not with him.
âJungkook?â
Namjoonâs voice barely registered.
âJungkook,â you said again, softer.
He jolted. âH-huh? Sorryââ His fist clenched beneath the table, nails digging into his palm as he squeezed his eyes shut briefly. God. Pull yourself together.
âAre you okay?â Namjoon asked, concern flickering as he placed a hand on Jungkookâs shoulder.
Jungkook looked up immediately. âYeahâ yeah, Iâm fine,â he said quickly, forcing a smile into place. âJust had a lot on my mind. Nothing to worry about.â
You tilted your head slightly. âYou sure youâre okay?â
Your tone was gentle. Concerned. Nothing more.
As you shifted in your chair, your leg crossed beneath the table â natural, unthinking â the edge of your heel brushing lightly against Jungkookâs pant leg.
You didnât react. Jungkook did.
His body tensed instantly, breath stalling as he looked up. Your attention was already elsewhere, reaching for a serving dish, expression calm and entirely unbothered.
If you felt it,
you gave no sign.
And if you noticed the way he froze,
You chose not to acknowledge it.
Jungkook cleared his throat, trying to ease the tightness pooling low in his stomach. âSoâ um⌠your daughter?â he asked, keeping his gaze firmly on Namjoon, avoiding you altogether. âI havenât really seen her around.â
âOh, sheââ you started.
âSheâs with her grandparents,â Namjoon cut in smoothly, a little too quickly.
The interruption was brief, almost unremarkable â but Jungkook noticed it immediately.
You went still, the words dying on your tongue. For a split second, something crossed your face â surprise, maybe, or disappointment â before you masked it just as easily, folding your hands back into your lap.
Namjoon continued, unbothered. âWe didnât want the stress of the move to affect her.â He offered Jungkook a polite smile, practiced and thin, as if the matter was settled.
Jungkook nodded, returning the smile automatically, though his attention lingered elsewhere. On the quiet space where your voice had been, and the way it hadnât been invited back in.
âIs the food to your liking, Jungkook?â you asked softly, your voice cutting in just enough to smooth over the odd tension that had settled after the brief exchange.
Jungkook looked up immediately, grateful for the shift, and nodded as he took another bite. âYeah â itâs really good,â he said earnestly.
âSheâs great at cooking, isnât she?â Namjoon added with a laugh. âSometimes I think she was only born to cook.â
The joke landed poorly.
Your expression flickered â embarrassment, surprise â before you schooled it into something neutral. You kept your posture steady, hands folded neatly, as if willing the moment to pass without acknowledgment.
Jungkook noticed anyway.
He let out a small, forced chuckle, hoping to soften the edge of it. âItâs amazing, really,â he added, a little too quickly.
âIâm just kidding, babe,â Namjoon said, waving it off. His hand reached for the back of your neck, thumb pressing lightly as if to reassure â or remind. âSheâs sensitive sometimes.â
He turned to Jungkook with an easy smile, the moment already forgotten.
You didnât pull away.
But you didnât lean into it either.
Lunch came to a jarring close. The atmosphere eased back into something almost normal as the conversation drifted again, light banter filling the gaps â but the subtle moments lingered, unspoken and unresolved.
As plates were pushed aside, you rose immediately and began clearing the table, your movements automatic, practiced. Jungkook stood as well. âHere, let me help youââ
âShe can handle it, Jeon. Donât worry,â Namjoon cut in easily, eyes already back on his phone. âRight, babe?â
You hesitated only briefly before nodding. Turning to Jungkook, you offered a reassuring smile. âItâs fine. Iâve got it,â you said, gently taking the plate from his hands.
Jungkook froze, words caught somewhere in his throat. Guilt crept in slowly as he watched you move away, realizing just how little space you seemed to occupy in your own home. Before he could process the thought fully, Namjoonâs hand was already at his back, steering him toward the living room.
âSo,â Namjoon began, dropping onto the sofa and motioning for Jungkook to sit beside him, âwhat do you think of the interior? Pretty neat, right?â
Jungkook nodded, taking in the room â the clean lines softened by warmth, the careful balance of color and texture. âYeah,â he said honestly. âI really like the palette.â
âY/N picked most of it out,â Namjoon said, shrugging. âI wanted something more minimalist, but she wanted it to feel more⌠homey. So I just let her do her thing.â
The words were careless, dismissive in their ease.
Before he could continue, Namjoonâs phone buzzed. He glanced down at the screen and sighed. âAh â sorry about this. Give me a minute.â
He stood and stepped away, already absorbed in the call.
Jungkook remained seated, the room suddenly quieter than before.
His gaze drifted toward the open kitchen, where you stood at the sink, sleeves pushed up as you washed the dishes. Your movements were unhurried, almost meditative â efficient but gentle, as if you were used to doing this without thinking too much about it. There was something quietly graceful about the way you moved, and before Jungkook could stop himself, his feet were already carrying him closer.
Maybe he just wanted to ease the awkwardness. Maybe he wanted to make you feel⌠better.
âThe food was really delicious, by the way,â he said, stopping a respectful distance away.
You startled slightly, a soft gasp leaving you as your hand flew to your chest. âOh, you scared me,â you said, more surprised than upset.
âSorry,â Jungkook replied quickly, sheepish. âI didnât mean to. But really â it was outstanding.â
Your expression softened immediately, color blooming faintly across your cheeks. âThank you,â you said, glancing down for a moment before looking back up at him. âI appreciate that.â
You held his gaze a second longer than necessary â not intentionally, just naturally â your smile lingering as you met his eyes.
âI appreciate you coming over,â you continued, voice quieter now. âItâs nice⌠having someone to talk to.â You let out a small breath, almost a laugh. âI hope you can drop by more often.â
Jungkook found himself noticing details he shouldnât have been cataloguing â the faint lines that spoke of laughter and time, the softness of your skin, the way your eyes caught the light when you smiled. There was warmth there. Ease. Something deeply human.
He blinked, grounding himself.
âYeahâ yeah, of course,â he said quickly. âWhy wouldnât I?â A small smile tugged at his lips. âYouâre an amazing host. Iâd⌠like to get to know you more.â
The words slipped out before heâd fully thought them through. He realized, too late, that heâd leaned in slightly â not enough to cross a line, just enough to shorten the space between you.
You noticed. Of course you did.
But you didnât move away.
Instead, you smiled and nodded, a faint blush settling over your cheeks â not flirtatious, just quietly pleased. The kind of reaction that came from being seen, not pursued.
Nothing had happened â and yet, Jungkook knew his life had already tilted.
ááđ youâre only able to sleep with satoruâs fat cock stuffed in you â crybaby!reader
satoruâs got you tucked against his chest in the dark bedroom, legs tangled, your face buried in the crook of his neck while fat tears keep slipping down your cheeks. youâre still sniffling from earlierâsome stupid little thing that set you offâand now youâre all shaky and needy, clinging to him like heâs the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely.
âshh baby,â he whispers, voice soft and low, lips brushing your temple. one armâs wrapped tight around your waist, the other hand guiding his thick cock right up against your entrance. heâs already leaking, smearing precum over your folds, but he doesnât rush. just presses the fat head in slow, inch by inch, stretching your warm wet walls until you whimper into his skin.
âthere we go⌠take it all for me. yeah, just like that.â he sinks deeper, groaning quietly when your cunt flutters and sucks him in greedily. youâre so full it aches in the best way, that heavy stretch making fresh tears pool in your lashes. he bottoms out with a soft grunt, balls pressed snug to your ass, and stays perfectly still for a second so you can feel every throbbing vein, every pulse of him inside you.
your hips twitch, trying to grind, but he holds you firm. âno moving, crybaby. just keep me warm. let me stuff this pretty pussy full so you can sleep.â
you whine, high and pitiful, nails digging into his shoulders. âsatoru⌠âs too much⌠feels so deepâŚâ
âi know, sweet girl. i know.â he kisses the corner of your eye, licking away a tear. âbut you need it, donât you? need me stretching you open till you stop crying and drift off.â
he rocks just the tiniest bitâbarely an inch in and outâenough to make you gasp and clench hard around him, but not enough to build anything. just gentle, soothing rolls that keep you stuffed and full and fuzzy-headed. his hand slides down to cup your ass, keeping you pinned so you canât squirm away even if you wanted to.
âgood girl⌠feel how thick i am? splitting you so wide. gonna stay like this all night. my cockâs your pacifier tonight, yeah? suck on it with that greedy little cunt till you pass out.â
your sobs turn softer, breathier, turning into sleepy hiccups as the fullness lulls you. every time you start to tense he gives another slow grind, stirring his cock inside you until your eyes flutter and your grip on him loosens.
âthatâs it⌠cry all you want, baby. iâve got you. stuffed so full you canât think about anything else.â he presses a kiss to your wet cheek, voice dropping even lower. âsleep now. iâm not going anywhere. be a good girl and let go.â
your breathing evens out slow, lashes fluttering shut, tears drying on your cheeks while his cock throbs deep inside, warm and heavy and perfect. he doesnât move againâjust holds you close, buried to the hilt, letting your sleepy pussy milk him softly until youâre finally quiet, drifting off with him still filling every inch of you.
đź â freak!choso has a habit of talking to you pussy like sheâs her own person â likes & reblogs are appreciated!
chosoâs got you laid out on the bed, thighs pushed apart by his broad shoulders, face buried between your legs like heâs worshipping. heâs so careful with your clit it almost hurts how gentle he is compared to the rest of him.
his tongue flicks out first, just the softest little kitten lick right over the swollen bud, and you twitch hard. he hums low against you, warm breath fanning over slick skin.
âso tiny,â he murmurs, voice all soft and reverent, lips brushing your clit as he talks. âlook at it⌠my poor little thing. so small and sensitive.â
he presses the flat of his tongue right there, slow and broad, letting it rest for a second so you feel every bit of the wet heat before he starts rubbing tight, tiny circles. no rush or pressure. just perfect little loops that make your hips roll up without meaning to.
you whimper and he shushes you gently, one big hand sliding up your stomach to pet you soothingly while the other keeps your thigh spread wide.
âeasy baby⌠let me take care of her.â another soft lick, then back to those maddening circles, so light itâs like heâs barely touching but you feel it everywhere. your clit throbs under his tongue, getting puffier, and he groans quietly like heâs the one getting spoiled.
âgetting so hard for me⌠tiny clit swelling up so pretty.â he kisses it once, sweet and open-mouthed, then goes right back to rubbing, tighter now, faster by just a fraction. your legs start shaking and he doesnât stop, doesnât speed up too much, just keeps that steady gentle rhythm that builds and builds until youâre arching, gasping, fingers twisted in his hair.
âthere you go⌠cum on my tongue, baby. let that little cunt pulse for me.â
you do. hard. thighs clamping around his head, whole body jerking as waves roll through you, and he just stays right there, licking soft and slow through every aftershock, kissing your oversensitive bud until youâre whining and tugging him up by the hair.
he finally pulls back, lips shiny, eyes dark and soft, thumb brushing one last feather-light circle over your twitching clit before he crawls up to kiss you deep.
âsuch a perfect tiny thing,â he whispers against your mouth. âall mine to take care of.â
to be so soft and so fucking filthy at the same time is a talent only toji can pull off.
18+ toji x fem reader, breeding kink, slight daddy kink. don't like don't read ^3^ argue with ur mama !
toji gets real sweet when he has you on your back. so sweet it nearly feels impossible. you figure its the act of having you laid bare under him, face on display while he tells you all the disgusting things he wants to do to you.
âfuck.â he rasps, smoothing both palms over the side of your face with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. the tip of his cock drags heavy inside of you, skidding over every bump and ridge, seeking warmth.
âfuck, iâm gonna get you pregnant.â toji warns, almost like heâs accepted the inevitable. like the act of filling you up is a promise he'd rather die than break.
he holds your face in his hands, cradling you like you're the most fragile thing in the world. scarred lips pepper kisses across the high points of your face. your forehead, the tip of your nose, your cupids bow.
"pretty girl." he rasps, pulling away just far enough for you to hear him. "you wanna make me a daddy again?"
you whine softly, gripping his forearm to guide one of his hands around your throat. not squeezing, just holding. toji's dick stirs inside of you at the noise you make.
âyeah?â he mumbles, starting to speed up a bit. âyou need that?â he could be referring to so many things right now, the thought alone makes your head spin.
"i need it." you beg him, clawing at his forearm as the force of his thrusts drive you up into the pillows.
of course you needed it. you needed all of him. his mouth, his dick, his spend dripping out of you. there wasnât a single part of him that you wouldnât be willing to take.
tojiâs thrusts grow firmer by the minute. long, brutal strokes aimed right against that special spot only he can seem to reach. the hand around your throat retreats, sliding down your sternum until his thumb settles lazily against your hip.
his other hand leaves your neck, much to your chagrin. he shushes your protests with a knowing smile, slipping his hand in between your head and the headboard.
"don't tease me." you plead, trying to drag his hand back where you need it most.
"quiet." he laughs, puling out far enough to hear the sick squelch of his tip against your fluttering hole. toji keeps himself seated there, rubbing his head up and down your slit just to hear your moan. "what, you want a concussion or something?"
he enters you in one sweeping, brutal thrust, coaxing a filthy sound out of the both of you. your body inches up the bed just the slightest bit, crown seated up against his awaiting palm as the headboard slams into the wall.
oh.
toji wasn't teasing, he was protecting you. keeping your skull from slamming against the headboard. the act alone makes you flutter around him, and toji only goes deeper.
"im so close." you warn, voice faltering with every thrust.
toji smiles like he already knows, nodding into the crook of your neck with a growl. his free hand finally leaves its place at your hip, trailing north to rest lazily against your slit. you feel the digit dip just above where your two heats meet, collecting some of your wetness and bringing it up to your clit.
"c'mon baby." he whispers.
you couldn't hold your orgasm even if you tried. neither can toji, apparently, evident by the borderline pathetic groan that forces its way out of him the second your pussy bears down around him.
the sounds of your shared pleasure drown out the static in your head, leaving behind waves of endorphins that flood your brain and make your eyes droop.
"fuck, that felt good." you sigh.
toji hums. he slows his pace to a barely there grind, pressing his seed deeper and deeper inside of you. the hand once up against your head now holds the swell of your face, rubbing sweet circles into your skin.
He was going as deep as he could, ignoring your mewls and cries for more, and the worst part is, he wasn't even fully in.
He had realised how much smaller you were than him when he saw a small bulge form on your abdomen as he drove half of his painfully hard length into your heat.
âLook how small you are, baby⌠can't even take me in fullyâŚâ faux mock was laced all over his speech as large hands gripped your waist.
You squirmed and whined at the overstimulation. He was practically just using you as a flesh-light. Taking advantage of his bigger and stronger body to draw out pleasure from you.
Your little pussy desperately squeezed around his length. Your eyes prickled with tears as his cock continued hitting the deepest parts of your body. You wanted more. You wanted all of him in you.
âFuck⌠youâre squeezing me so tightly, baby⌠what's wrong? You want more?â One hand left your waist to hold your cheek against his palm. Wiping off the hot tears that rolled down your cheeks, creating a small, tender moment amongst pure lust.
You instinctively lean against his touch and nod into his palm. Your legs tightly wrap around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer to your body, almost like you wanted him to melt into you.
A gruff chuckle rumbled through his chest at your adorable actions.
âAnything for my princessâŚâ he cooed before straightening himself and sitting back onto his knees and pulling your hips onto his thighs.
Your breath hitched, and before you could comprehend, a sharp thrust into your heat took all the breath out of you.
Chan was now determined to bury his entire impressive length into it. He would do anything for his little princess.
Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets when another sharp thrust made his tip kiss your cervix. Your mouth fell agape, and you were at a loss for words. Only your eyes had some form of life as you stared at Chan, who had on a shit eating grin.
âAint this what you wanted?â His pelvis met yours harshly. He was going slow but hard, making sure your gummy warm walls felt every inch and every vein.
He could see the bulge now, more prominent and deep, which made his ego boost tremendously. âYou look so adorable underneath me⌠all helpless⌠too dumb to even speak upâŚâ
And it was true. Your brain was mush, and the only response you could give was choked-out moans and gasps. Each pound was met with a loud squelch from your wet, sopping pussy. Your inner thighs were a bright red shade from wet skin slapping against each other.
âI can keep going all night, babygirl⌠till youâre so full⌠your little womb should bulge outâŚâ
And you didnât mind that.
A/N: please excuse the subpar quality đ𫩠i didnt want yall to think im dead </3 acads have been eating my ass nonstop so I havenât found much time to write đ anyways i hope you like it :))
Sypnosis: At what point does comfort become intimacy? And when does intimacy become betrayal â especially if no one meant for it to?
Pairing: jungkook + f!reader
Genre: smut, slight angst
â : npr, adult themes, slowburn!au , explicit cuts, older!reader, agegap!au, cheating/infidelity, power imbalances, slight pervert!jk, married!reader, established relationship b/w reader and nj â lmk if i missed any :)
W/C: 5,463
A/N: my first ever au. Is finally out. Believe it or not i have been writing this since june 2024 and finished it off as soon as I could đ please please PLEASE give me feedback on the first chapter and lmk what themes I should explore with this dynamic! All your criticisms or suggestions are welcomed! Anyways hope you enjoy <3
â 02
This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.
The glass sweated against Jungkookâs palm, condensation pooling at the base where his fingers had gone slack. He hadn't noticed his alcohol had lost its cool. He rarely notices small things anymore.
âI can't believe she would dump you over that!â Jungkook's closest friend cackled loudly, smacking Jungkook on his back a bit too harshly before taking a big sip of his margarita as he continued in a more caring way instead of mocking, âi still don't get it.â Damian paused, leaning forward against the table as he looked at his friend pitifully. âWhat was the reason again?â
â She said I wasn't present.â Jungkook murmured against the wood of the bar table, his left cheek smooshed against it.
Damian let out an annoyed scoff, âThat's bullshit, and you know it.â
He shrugged sheepishly in return, not knowing what to reply to his friendâs judgment. Maybe or maybe it wasn't.
He lifted his head and lifted the glass to take a slow sip of his whiskey, raw, the burn familiar and grounding. This was his only way of feeling something sharp.
â She said I made her feel like a guest,â Jungkook added, his voice low and quiet. âLike she had to schedule me.â
Damian opened his mouth, then closed it again. He softened.
â That's not fair. At least you were trying.â
â I know,â Jungkook agreed. âYou should tell that to all my ex-girlfriends.â Jungkook dropped his head against the table again with a thud.
This was a common problem he faced with most of his relationships. They didn't end in screaming matches or dramatic exits. They dissolved. Quietly. Then an abrupt text message which always ended with âI can't do this anymore. We should see other people.â Came last.
Damian studied him for a moment. âYou know, most people would kill to be you.â
Jungkook let out a breath that mightâve been a laugh. âI would rather not have them do that,â he said, with self-loathing. Again.
Truth be told, he was tired of being impressive. This prodigy. Tired of being easy to want but hard to stay with. Women loved the idea of him: the title. The ambition, the future he promised. They just didn't love the hours he wasn't there, the way his mind wandered even when his body didn't.
âI think,â Jungkook slowly said, âI missed the part where youâre supposed to feel settled.â
Damian frowned. âYou're twenty-eight.â
âexactlyâ
Jungkook let his head drop back onto the table, eyes closing briefly. Twenty-eight and already practicing exhaustion.
âI don't know for how long I will stay like this.â He paused and let out a sigh, âEverything is so⌠frustrating.â
The table went still.
Jungkook cleared his throat and sat upright once again. His eyes were slightly wet because of a few stray tears that escaped somehow. âI don't even miss her⌠It's just the repeating cycle.â
Is he the problem? Were the women in his life the problem? Would he truly find his one?
Damian nodded. No jokes this time.
The thoughts lingered longer than the alcohol.
The Bottega Veneta building always smelled the same. Polished stone, expensive coffee, something metallic underneath it all.
Jungkookâs coat waved against the harsh, cold air of a new morning. His lips and cheeks were the same shade of pink as he rushed into familiarising headquarters.
He was early. He always was.
As he headed towards his office, he was already mentally rearranging his schedule before he could even open the glass doors.
When he entered, three folders neatly stacked on his desk welcomed him with a presence he was starting to find repetitive. They were colour-coded, just the way Jungkook preferred. He stared at them for a moment longer than necessary.
Three folders meant three headaches.
His mind was clouded with thoughts about how he was lucky to have achieved all this at just twenty-eight. A private office already has an assistant. And on top of all that, he felt he wasn't grateful enough.
He removed his coat and draped it over his office chair before rolling up his sleeves and taking a seat. His fingers moved automatically â muscle memory more than intention. Mood boards bloomed across his tablet: silhouettes, textures, muted palettes he had already explored last season and the season before that. Somewhere between his third espresso and the soft hum of the office, inspiration gave way to obligation.
A knock sounded against the glass, jolting Jungkook out of his work.
â Come in,â Jungkook said gruffly, already knowing who it would be.
Namjoon didn't knock so much as he entered with momentum, phone pressed to his ear, eyes distracted as he gestured for Jungkook to wait while he finished his call, pacing the length of the office like the space belonged to him.
It did.
âYeah, no, don't worry,â Namjoon said into the phone with a wide grin, almost like the other end of the phone could see it. âHeâll handle it.â He continued as he glanced at Jungkook.
Another project. Great.
Jungkookâs jaw tightened, just slightly,
Namjoon ended the call with a short goodbye and finally properly looked at him, smiling as innocently as ever. âYouâre in early.â
â You asked me to be,â Jungkook replied, a weak smile appearing on his face to cover up his inner turmoil.
Namjoon waved a hand dismissively. âRight.. right. Anywaysââ
Here it comes.
â Soâ listen, Paris moved the timeline up. We have got three weeks.â Namjoon continued. His face showed no worry or sympathy.
Jungkook didn't react immediately. He let the silence stretch. Three weeks was impossible. They both knew that.
â That's⌠tight,â he said carefully.
Namjoon laughed with no humour behind it. âTight is where you thrive.â
There it was. The compliment disguised as expectation.
Jungkook nodded, because that's what he always did. He nodded when deadlines shrank, when budgets tightened, when his name disappeared behind the brand.
â I need something bold this time,â Namjoon continued, finally sitting across from him. âSomething emotional. You know, dynamic! You always get it.â
Always.
Jungkook glanced down at his tablet, at the half-formed ideas waiting for approval that would never come. âDo you have a direction in mind?â
Namjoon shook his head. âThat's why I have you, Jungkook.â
The words landed heavier than they should have.
With an exasperated sigh, Jungkook replied, âIâll⌠figure it out.â The forced smile returned.
Namjoon stood, clapping his hands together once. âI knew I could count on you. Oh â dinner tonight. My treat.â
Jungkook opened his mouth to decline. He thought of the bar from the night before, the silence that waited at home.
âSure,â he said instead.
Namjoon grinned, satisfied. âSee? Knew youâd be up for it.â
As the door closed behind him, Jungkook stayed seated, staring at the empty chair across from his desk. He wondered, not for the first time, when agreeing had started feeling like surrender.
He turned back to his tablet.
Three weeks.
The restaurant Namjoon chose was the kind that tried not to look expensive. Dark wood, low lighting, and menus without prices.
Jungkook was sitting comfortably at a reserved place that overlooked the city skyline as he and Namjoon laughed and giggled at personal things.
Wine arrived. Namjoon filled both glasses, lifting his own immediately. âTo another season. Paris is going to eat this up.â
He was relaxed and calm, the alcohol bringing out the side he rarely sees anymore.
Conversation flowed easily, but not evenly. Namjoon talked about numbers, timelines, and press reactions. About how exhausting it was to keep everything moving, how no one really understood the pressure he was under. Jungkook listened, interjected when appropriate, and laughed in the right places.
At some point, Namjoon mentioned his family.
âY/n wanted me to take a break before the move,â he said casually, cutting into his food. âYou know how it is. She worries.â
âSheâs great, though,â Namjoon continued, as if sensing the silence. âReally keeps the house together. I donât know how she does it.â
Jungkook nodded again, though something in his chest tightened. He wasnât sure why.
âAnd my daughter,â Namjoon added, smiling now. âSheâs everything.â
He talked about his child with warmth, detail. Jungkook noticed the contrast, the way Namjoon lingered there, animated, present. Y/N remained a general. A role.
âThat house across from yours,â Namjoon said suddenly, brightening. âWeâre moving in next week. Itâll be good to finally settle.â
Jungkookâs fingers tightened slightly around his glass. âAcross from me?â
Namjoon grinned. âDidnât I tell you? Fate, right? Now I can keep an eye on my star creative director.â
Jungkook forced a laugh. âLucky me.â
The rest of dinner passed smoothly. Too smoothly. Compliments were exchanged, promises made. Namjoon paid without looking at the bill.
Outside, the night air was cooler.
âIâll see you tomorrow,â Namjoon said, clapping Jungkook lightly on the shoulder. âDonât overthink things.â
Jungkook nodded. âI wonât.â
He watched Namjoon walk away, phone already back in his hand, attention elsewhere.
Jungkook started his drive home on autopilot, the city lights blurring past his windshield.
His mind stayed fixed on the new collection â the impossible three-week deadline his boss had dropped on him for Paris Fashion Week. Concepts, silhouettes, and fabrics chased each other in restless loops.
The pressure should have crushed him. Instead, it gnawed at him in a way that was almost familiar, almost comforting.
Once home, he retreated to his study and spread himself thin across the work.
References from past collections littered the desk, pages layered over one another, ideas sketched and discarded just as quickly. He had complete creative freedom this time â no restraints, no imposed vision.
For the first time in a while, that fact sparked something genuine in him. He leaned into it, losing track of time as he refined details, chasing the thrill of getting something right.
The feeling didnât last. It never did.
The initial excitement dulled, restlessness creeping in where focus had been. His attention wandered, body growing uncomfortably aware of itself, tension pooling low and persistent.
Jungkook leaned back in his chair with a quiet sigh. Bored wasnât quite the right word â it was closer to frustration, sharp and unrelieved, with nowhere obvious to go.
It had been a while since he was last intimate with someone, and that drought was getting to him physically and mentally. The dull ache beneath his skin was getting hard to ignore. It was too present, too demanding. His length poked out of his beige lounge pants. He shifted in his seat, jaw tightening as he acknowledged the frustration for what it was.
Jungkook sighed, annoyed.
âFuckkkkâŚâ he huffed before running a hand over the mound, slowly rubbing it through his pants with little intention.
He threw his head back and relaxed. His fingers crawled under the waistband before firmly gripping his aching cock.
His hands moved slowly, almost too slowly, as he started pleasuring himself.
His fingers grazed every vein, pushing his thumb into the slit. Hissing at the content feeling. Precum stained the pads of the digit, using that as an extra lubricant.
Jungkookâs head fell back as his tempo increased, shutting his eyes tight. His breathing got faster. Loud huffs and puffs echoed off the walls. His abs clenched, and he was gripping onto the armrest, finally ready to let go of months of pent-up sexual frustration, but then-
âMr. Jeon?â Jungkookâs maid called out from the other side of the locked door.
His eyes popped open, glancing at the source of the voice with crazed eyes.
Clearing his throat, he replied shakily, not sure if the poor woman heard anything.
âYe-yeah..?â
âMr. Jeon, I will be taking my leave now. Make sure to lock the front door.â The woman spoke.
Jungkook sighed and gave her a short reply before slumping into his chair with another heavy sigh. He looked down at his right hand.
Nothing.
He groaned in frustration. Is he actually gonna hit impotency? At this age?
He wiped his hands quickly and shoved himself back into his pants, irritation curling tight in his chest. This couldnât keep happening â not like this. Something had to change soon, or he was going to lose more than just sleep.
The noise started early.
Jungkook noticed it before he saw anything â the low thud of boxes, unfamiliar voices bleeding through the quiet street. He paused mid-sip of his coffee, irritation flickering briefly before curiosity took over. Through the wide windows of his living room, he could see movement across the road. Trucks. Open gates. People who didnât belong there.
So Namjoon had finally moved in.
He set the mug down and stepped outside, the morning air warm against his skin. He took in a deep breath of the fresh flora before walking past his iron gates. The street looked different already, crowded in a way it never had been before. Men carried furniture through the open gates of the house opposite his, their movements efficient and loud.
He quickly spotted Namjoon, supposedly ordering the movers around.
Jungkook crossed the road when Namjoon noticed him, the older manâs face lighting up instantly.
âMorning!â Namjoon called out, âSorry about the chaos.â
âItâs fine,â Jungkook said, stopping just short of the gate. âDidnât realize you were moving in today.â
âMy wife insisted,â Namjoon replied with a laugh that didnât quite reach his eyes. âSomething about getting it over with.â
Something about the way he phrased it was off, but he let it pass as he glanced around instead: at the open doors, the half-unpacked furniture, all being signs of a life being rearranged.
â That's her.â Namjoonâs voice cut through his thoughts as Jungkook looked over his bossâs shoulder to get a glimpse of the so-called wife.
Jungkook looked over his bossâs shoulder.
You were coming down the driveway at an unhurried pace. The chaos seemed to part around you without effort. You wore a simple white sundress that hugged all your curves perfectly. Your neck and hands were adorned in a cluster of gold jewellery that matched your sun-kissed skin. Your hair is in a messy low bun, a few strands framing your perfect face. Lips full and eyes sparkled as you approached them.
You were graceful and elegant, carrying yourself with sophistication and confidence. Composed. Not rushed. Not flustered.
Jungkook felt the shift before he understood it. The way his attention narrowed, the way the rest of the noise faded into background static. He straightened without meaning to.
He didnât realise that you were already in front of him, noticing only after Namjoon started speaking up.
Namjoon smiled easily. âY/n, This is Jungkook â the creative director I told you about.â
Jungkook physically shook when your gaze moved to him, direct and assessing without being intrusive. You smiled, and it wasnât the polite kind people used out of obligation. It felt intentional. Present.
âNice to meet you, Jungkook! I heard a lot about you⌠im y/n.â You lent out your hand for a shake.
Her hand was warm when he took it, her grip light but steady. Jungkook swallowed before responding, suddenly aware of how long it had been since heâd been looked at like this as a person, not a position.
âN-nice to meet you too.. Mrs. K-Kim.â
fuck! Did he just stutter?! He mentally cursed himself before he looked back at you.
You chuckled softly at his words. âMrs. Kim is too formal⌠You can just call me y/n! I'm fine with it,â you said softly, smiling at him.
âOh.. right right! I will make sure to ⌠take note of that! Mrs.- oh sorry- I mean.. y/nâŚâ He said with an awkward laugh.
You smiled at his nervousness, finding it extremely cute.
âWell,â Namjoon said, clapping his hands together, already shifting his attention elsewhere, âwe should keep things moving. Jungkook, you should come over sometime. Properly.â
Jungkook stood there, sheepish and smiling, before the sudden invitation pulled him back to reality. âOhâ no, itâs fine, sir⌠Iâm good,â he said softly, trying to sound polite. âYou should enjoy your time with your family.â
âSee? He always does this,â Namjoon said, turning to his wife with mock frustration as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.
âItâs fine, Jungkook,â you spoke up.
His attention snapped back to you immediately.
âYou can join us today,â you continued with an easy smile. âCome on, itâll be fun.â Jungkook stared off for a moment, weighing the invitation, before finally nodding with a small smile.
âSure, why not?â he said. âIâll come by at oneâ does that sound good?â
You smiled brightly. âOf course. See you then.â
Jungkook nodded shyly. He wanted to keep looking at you, to take in your beauty, but nerves kept him from meeting your eyes. His gaze stayed lowered, drifting without permission. Noting details, memorising them. From the fall of your dress to the way you stood, composed and effortless. When he finally looked up, you were still smiling, warm and radiant, while Namjoon joked with one of the movers beside you. The warmth of it lingered.
He snapped himself out of it and cleared his throat, drawing both your attention. âI think Iâll head back in,â he said quickly. âIâll see you guys.â
âDonât be late!â Namjoon called after him, already turning back toward the house.
Time seemed to stretch unbearably, the hours dragging as he waited for lunch with the Kims. Jungkook paced the length of his house, retracing the same steps over and over, replaying fragments of your interaction without meaning to. He overthought everythingâ what heâd said, how heâd sounded, what he should wear, whether showing up with nothing would feel rude or distant.
Eventually, he settled on two bottles of his favourite wine and a few small things for your daughter, convincing himself it was practical, nothing more. With an hour still left, he stepped into the shower, hoping the heat might quiet his restless thoughts. It didnât. His body betrayed him easily, tension pooling low and insistent, painfully aware now. This time, there was a reason.
The realization made his stomach twist. He felt embarrassed, almost ashamed, unsettled by how naturally his thoughts drifted toward you. He hated it. The way his mind lingered, the way his body responded â yet he couldnât seem to stop it. Heâd never felt this kind of pull before, not so immediate and uninvited. It wasnât just desire. It was messier than that, harder to ignore.
He stared at the red, angry tip, his precum poking out of his slit like an uninvited stranger. The warm shower water ran down soft black locks and his toned tan body. The droplets trickle down each curve and divot.
He swallowed hard as it was getting harder and harder to resist and ignore. Tension coiling tight and insistent.
He couldnât go into lunch with an active hard-on. That would be heavily inappropriate! Unthinkable!
He let out a slow, frustrated breath and decided to act upon what his brain had been screaming.
Idiot.
Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, Adamâs apple bobbing as guilt settled heavy in his chest. Unbidden, the image surfaced anyway. You are beneath him, flushed and undone, nothing neat or composed about you anymore. The thought lingered longer than it should have, vivid enough to make his jaw tighten as he fought the weight of it.
His hand tightened around his hard cock and started stroking the length tantalisingly. His wrists curving at the tip and his fingers squeezing at the base, giving him the extra added pleasure.
How would you feel around him? Did you like getting praised or degraded? Would you cream or squirt? Were you loud or quiet in bed?
The guilt crept in anyway. He had just met you, and he was already lost in thoughts of you in ways that crossed forbidden lines. It made him feel disgusted. Pathetic. If you ever found out, heâd never recover from the humiliation. He would be nothing but an embarrassment.
His back hit the cool bathroom wall as a low sound slipped past his lips, his imagination refusing to slow despite the shame gnawing at him. He could see you clearly â flushed, undone, begging him to move faster. The image sharpened until it felt almost real, his body responding helplessly as he pictured himself buried deep inside you, the sound of his name spilling from your mouth, desperate and needy.
His breathing grew uneven as the fantasy intensified. His free hand slipped lower, cupping his heavy balls and fondling them, the sensation sending sharp waves of pleasure through him. His chest heaved, legs trembling as everything tipped over at once, a broken cry leaving him as he came, spent and shaking against the wall.
Hallelujah.
He continued jerking himself off, helping him come down from the high, his imagination having been so intense that he almost didnât register when it ended.
Finally, after months.
He beat the incompetency allegations.
A breathless smirk was plastered on his face as he stared at the thick creamy liquid that coated his cock and the bathroom tiles. He felt accomplished, even as the guilt lingered beneath it. He pushed the feeling aside quickly and finished his shower, stepping out to get ready.
All he had to focus on now was going to lunch.
He was all set. Jungkook neatly wrapped the wine bottles and condiments in tan paper before carrying them across the road to his bossâs house. He rang the bell, and moments later, the large black gates slid open, revealing a sleek modern home. As he stepped inside, his gaze drifted over the carefully arranged flora lining the path â deliberate, tasteful, warm. He didnât know why, but he was certain you had a hand in it.
He barely made it a few steps before Namjoon pulled him into a welcoming embrace.
âYou actually came,â Namjoon said, sounding pleased, clapping a hand once against Jungkookâs shoulder. âI half-expected you to bail.â
Jungkook chuckled, playing along. âThat almost happened. How did you know?â
Namjoon laughed briefly, already turning as he spoke. âIâve worked with you long enough.â He gestured toward the house. âCome in, come in.â
As they walked inside, Namjoonâs hand settled at Jungkookâs back, guiding him. âGlad you could make it, Jeon. My wifeâs been in the kitchen all morning. Said she wanted to do something special.â
The words were proud, but absent.
Jungkookâs stomach flipped at the mention of you. He couldnât understand how someone heâd met only hours ago could already have such a hold on his thoughts. Something about you lingered â soft but persistent â and he had a feeling it wasnât going anywhere anytime soon.
âAh, there you are,â Namjoon said, cutting through his thoughts as you approached.
You greeted him with a warm smile. âIâm glad you could make it, Jungkook,â you said gently. âLunch is just about ready. Please, make yourself at home.â
For a moment, Jungkook forgot how to speak. A foolish smile spread across his face, and all he managed was a quiet, âY-yes.â
Idiot.
He shook his head and quickly handed you the gift, anything to hide his embarrassment. âI hope you like it,â he muttered. He felt â and probably looked â like a teenager confessing to a crush, and the realization only made it worse.
Your smile didnât fade. If anything, it softened into something even warmer as you took the bag, peeking inside with clear appreciation. Jungkook smiled shyly in return, curling in on himself as you thanked him.
âIt wouldâve felt rude not to bring anything,â he said, voice low. âI hope it isnât too much.â
You shook your head. âItâs perfect. Thank you so much.â
Soon enough, the three of you were seated together in the cozy dining hall. Jungkook sat directly opposite you, with Namjoon at the head of the table. The spread before them was lavish â dishes still steaming, carefully arranged, clearly the result of a morning spent perfecting every detail. Jungkook noticed it immediately. He knew youâd had a hand in all of it.
Namjoon carried the conversation effortlessly, his voice filling the room as he entertained himself with stories â most of them at Jungkookâs expense. Embarrassing anecdotes from work, exaggerated just enough to sting. Each one earned a quiet laugh from you and a fleeting glance in Jungkookâs direction. His neck and ears burned crimson, half-mortified, half-tempted to strangle his boss for not knowing when to stop.
âOh, shush,â your voice cut through his spiraling thoughts. âPoor guy â heâs new to the field. Cut him some slack.â You placed a reassuring hand over Jungkookâs, your touch gentle but deliberate. âIâm sorry,â you added lightly. âHeâs just a bully at heart.â
Your thumb brushed slowly over his skin.
Jungkookâs breath hitched despite himself. Heat rushed through him, sharp and sudden, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. A faint shiver ran through him just as you pulled your hand away â as if nothing had happened at all.
âIâm just joking with him,â Namjoon said easily. âHe knows that, too. Right, Jungkook?â
Jungkook didnât answer.
His thoughts tangled immediately â shame and disbelief colliding. If it had been anyone else, he wouldâve brushed it off. Politeness. Sympathy. Nothing more. But it was you. The touch replayed in his head, vivid and slow.
Were you flirting?
No. Donât be stupid.
You were married. You wouldnât do something like that. Especially not with him.
âJungkook?â
Namjoonâs voice barely registered.
âJungkook,â you said again, softer.
He jolted. âH-huh? Sorryââ His fist clenched beneath the table, nails digging into his palm as he squeezed his eyes shut briefly. God. Pull yourself together.
âAre you okay?â Namjoon asked, concern flickering as he placed a hand on Jungkookâs shoulder.
Jungkook looked up immediately. âYeahâ yeah, Iâm fine,â he said quickly, forcing a smile into place. âJust had a lot on my mind. Nothing to worry about.â
You tilted your head slightly. âYou sure youâre okay?â
Your tone was gentle. Concerned. Nothing more.
As you shifted in your chair, your leg crossed beneath the table â natural, unthinking â the edge of your heel brushing lightly against Jungkookâs pant leg.
You didnât react. Jungkook did.
His body tensed instantly, breath stalling as he looked up. Your attention was already elsewhere, reaching for a serving dish, expression calm and entirely unbothered.
If you felt it,
you gave no sign.
And if you noticed the way he froze,
You chose not to acknowledge it.
Jungkook cleared his throat, trying to ease the tightness pooling low in his stomach. âSoâ um⌠your daughter?â he asked, keeping his gaze firmly on Namjoon, avoiding you altogether. âI havenât really seen her around.â
âOh, sheââ you started.
âSheâs with her grandparents,â Namjoon cut in smoothly, a little too quickly.
The interruption was brief, almost unremarkable â but Jungkook noticed it immediately.
You went still, the words dying on your tongue. For a split second, something crossed your face â surprise, maybe, or disappointment â before you masked it just as easily, folding your hands back into your lap.
Namjoon continued, unbothered. âWe didnât want the stress of the move to affect her.â He offered Jungkook a polite smile, practiced and thin, as if the matter was settled.
Jungkook nodded, returning the smile automatically, though his attention lingered elsewhere. On the quiet space where your voice had been, and the way it hadnât been invited back in.
âIs the food to your liking, Jungkook?â you asked softly, your voice cutting in just enough to smooth over the odd tension that had settled after the brief exchange.
Jungkook looked up immediately, grateful for the shift, and nodded as he took another bite. âYeah â itâs really good,â he said earnestly.
âSheâs great at cooking, isnât she?â Namjoon added with a laugh. âSometimes I think she was only born to cook.â
The joke landed poorly.
Your expression flickered â embarrassment, surprise â before you schooled it into something neutral. You kept your posture steady, hands folded neatly, as if willing the moment to pass without acknowledgment.
Jungkook noticed anyway.
He let out a small, forced chuckle, hoping to soften the edge of it. âItâs amazing, really,â he added, a little too quickly.
âIâm just kidding, babe,â Namjoon said, waving it off. His hand reached for the back of your neck, thumb pressing lightly as if to reassure â or remind. âSheâs sensitive sometimes.â
He turned to Jungkook with an easy smile, the moment already forgotten.
You didnât pull away.
But you didnât lean into it either.
Lunch came to a jarring close. The atmosphere eased back into something almost normal as the conversation drifted again, light banter filling the gaps â but the subtle moments lingered, unspoken and unresolved.
As plates were pushed aside, you rose immediately and began clearing the table, your movements automatic, practiced. Jungkook stood as well. âHere, let me help youââ
âShe can handle it, Jeon. Donât worry,â Namjoon cut in easily, eyes already back on his phone. âRight, babe?â
You hesitated only briefly before nodding. Turning to Jungkook, you offered a reassuring smile. âItâs fine. Iâve got it,â you said, gently taking the plate from his hands.
Jungkook froze, words caught somewhere in his throat. Guilt crept in slowly as he watched you move away, realizing just how little space you seemed to occupy in your own home. Before he could process the thought fully, Namjoonâs hand was already at his back, steering him toward the living room.
âSo,â Namjoon began, dropping onto the sofa and motioning for Jungkook to sit beside him, âwhat do you think of the interior? Pretty neat, right?â
Jungkook nodded, taking in the room â the clean lines softened by warmth, the careful balance of color and texture. âYeah,â he said honestly. âI really like the palette.â
âY/N picked most of it out,â Namjoon said, shrugging. âI wanted something more minimalist, but she wanted it to feel more⌠homey. So I just let her do her thing.â
The words were careless, dismissive in their ease.
Before he could continue, Namjoonâs phone buzzed. He glanced down at the screen and sighed. âAh â sorry about this. Give me a minute.â
He stood and stepped away, already absorbed in the call.
Jungkook remained seated, the room suddenly quieter than before.
His gaze drifted toward the open kitchen, where you stood at the sink, sleeves pushed up as you washed the dishes. Your movements were unhurried, almost meditative â efficient but gentle, as if you were used to doing this without thinking too much about it. There was something quietly graceful about the way you moved, and before Jungkook could stop himself, his feet were already carrying him closer.
Maybe he just wanted to ease the awkwardness. Maybe he wanted to make you feel⌠better.
âThe food was really delicious, by the way,â he said, stopping a respectful distance away.
You startled slightly, a soft gasp leaving you as your hand flew to your chest. âOh, you scared me,â you said, more surprised than upset.
âSorry,â Jungkook replied quickly, sheepish. âI didnât mean to. But really â it was outstanding.â
Your expression softened immediately, color blooming faintly across your cheeks. âThank you,â you said, glancing down for a moment before looking back up at him. âI appreciate that.â
You held his gaze a second longer than necessary â not intentionally, just naturally â your smile lingering as you met his eyes.
âI appreciate you coming over,â you continued, voice quieter now. âItâs nice⌠having someone to talk to.â You let out a small breath, almost a laugh. âI hope you can drop by more often.â
Jungkook found himself noticing details he shouldnât have been cataloguing â the faint lines that spoke of laughter and time, the softness of your skin, the way your eyes caught the light when you smiled. There was warmth there. Ease. Something deeply human.
He blinked, grounding himself.
âYeahâ yeah, of course,â he said quickly. âWhy wouldnât I?â A small smile tugged at his lips. âYouâre an amazing host. Iâd⌠like to get to know you more.â
The words slipped out before heâd fully thought them through. He realized, too late, that heâd leaned in slightly â not enough to cross a line, just enough to shorten the space between you.
You noticed. Of course you did.
But you didnât move away.
Instead, you smiled and nodded, a faint blush settling over your cheeks â not flirtatious, just quietly pleased. The kind of reaction that came from being seen, not pursued.
Nothing had happened â and yet, Jungkook knew his life had already tilted.
He was going as deep as he could, ignoring your mewls and cries for more, and the worst part is, he wasn't even fully in.
He had realised how much smaller you were than him when he saw a small bulge form on your abdomen as he drove half of his painfully hard length into your heat.
âLook how small you are, baby⌠can't even take me in fullyâŚâ faux mock was laced all over his speech as large hands gripped your waist.
You squirmed and whined at the overstimulation. He was practically just using you as a flesh-light. Taking advantage of his bigger and stronger body to draw out pleasure from you.
Your little pussy desperately squeezed around his length. Your eyes prickled with tears as his cock continued hitting the deepest parts of your body. You wanted more. You wanted all of him in you.
âFuck⌠youâre squeezing me so tightly, baby⌠what's wrong? You want more?â One hand left your waist to hold your cheek against his palm. Wiping off the hot tears that rolled down your cheeks, creating a small, tender moment amongst pure lust.
You instinctively lean against his touch and nod into his palm. Your legs tightly wrap around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer to your body, almost like you wanted him to melt into you.
A gruff chuckle rumbled through his chest at your adorable actions.
âAnything for my princessâŚâ he cooed before straightening himself and sitting back onto his knees and pulling your hips onto his thighs.
Your breath hitched, and before you could comprehend, a sharp thrust into your heat took all the breath out of you.
Chan was now determined to bury his entire impressive length into it. He would do anything for his little princess.
Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets when another sharp thrust made his tip kiss your cervix. Your mouth fell agape, and you were at a loss for words. Only your eyes had some form of life as you stared at Chan, who had on a shit eating grin.
âAint this what you wanted?â His pelvis met yours harshly. He was going slow but hard, making sure your gummy warm walls felt every inch and every vein.
He could see the bulge now, more prominent and deep, which made his ego boost tremendously. âYou look so adorable underneath me⌠all helpless⌠too dumb to even speak upâŚâ
And it was true. Your brain was mush, and the only response you could give was choked-out moans and gasps. Each pound was met with a loud squelch from your wet, sopping pussy. Your inner thighs were a bright red shade from wet skin slapping against each other.
âI can keep going all night, babygirl⌠till youâre so full⌠your little womb should bulge outâŚâ
And you didnât mind that.
A/N: please excuse the subpar quality đ𫩠i didnt want yall to think im dead </3 acads have been eating my ass nonstop so I havenât found much time to write đ anyways i hope you like it :))
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The red light area and its workers were frequently exposed to lives that would be considered pathetic outside.
The brothel disguised as a club had men, women and all genders going in and out from the crack of dawn till the witching hour. The energy in it never seemed to calm down.
He was a popular one among the hundreds of clients who weave through this place. Loved and adored by every single person who could have him for a few hours.
It wasnât a life he thought he would choose, but thanks to his charm, surprisingly high libido and, don't forget the high pay, he enjoyed it. Always keeping his eye out for a new one to explore.
And he had definitely found one he wanted that night. His eyes bore into the petite figure that looked like a deer caught in headlights. The woman looked so out of place. Her eyes were wide as she took in the surroundings. Flashy colours. Skimpy clothes. People making out and whatnot.
His attention was solely focused on her. Even the man that was sitting on his lap, who placed desperate wet kisses on his neck and rubbed his clothed cock frenziedly to get back his attention, wasn't enough to take his eyes off of her.
And now, after he had asked her about her intentions for the night, he knew exactly what was going to transpire.
You fell against the cheap motel couch with a soft thud as Jungkook pushed you down, standing in between your legs and working on his belt to free his cock from its confines.
He had a smug look as he let his pants drop.
Your eyes were wide as you took in his impressive length. Cut. Clean and 2 distinctive piercings on the underside.
âYou know what this is, right?â He teased mockingly.
A blush crept up your cheeks, and you looked away, embarrassed.
He chuckled darkly before continuing. âDon't worry.. sweetheart, I was just playing with youâŚâ The term of endearment makes you blush even more.
Jungkook grabbed your jaw gently, turning and tilting your face so you were looking up at him. âDonât let his words get to you⌠If you act good, I will teach you everything you need to know, okay?â
His thumb rubbed against your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth and pressing against the surface of your tongue.
âSuck.. gently.â His eyes were half lidded, and his lips were slightly parted as he watched your lips close in on his thumb. You kissed and licked the digit. Your bright eyes were looking up at him, waiting for his next command.
âDon't use your teeth... just swirl your tongueââ you followed his command perfectly, making him pause mid-sentence. â⌠yeah⌠just like that.â
He had on wide grin which made your pride flare up a bit. His thumb is exploring the soft muscles of your mouth.
Slowly, he pulled it out. Saliva connecting the pads of his thumb to your lips.
âYou wanna try?â He asked gently, holding his cock in his hand and slapping it softly against your cheek. The length is hot and heavy.
You gulped, unsure and scared⌠but eventually you nodded and gave in. Pushing your doubts and insecurities away.
Jungkook grinned proudly before guiding his tip to your wet lips, prodding in slowly and carefully.
You took him in eagerly, his tip getting its well-deserved attention as you place gentle kisses and kitten licks
His grin widened at your actions, and a low curse left his lips. âQuick learner, or do you just want to impress me?â He teased with a shit eating smirk.
You take him further. Mouth opening wider to accommodate his girth. His tip slipped past your lips, and his shaft easily found its way through your mouth. Your tongue could feel the cold metal of his piercings.
You gagged as he hit the back of your throat.
âIs that all you can take?â He clicked his tongue in mock annoyance.
You were starting to feel embarrassed over his incessant teasing. He noticed a flicker in your eyes that made him realise you werenât really appreciating his tantalising behaviour.
âWell? Did you forget what I told you?â His hands went around your head to the back and grabbed a fistful of your hair.
You took that as a command to start bobbing your head around him. It was a struggle at first. You were trying so hard not to use your teeth and bob your head at your own pace. Eventually, you could finally move with ease. Your saliva served as a lubricant, and you found your pace.
Jungkookâs eyes were half-lidded and hazy as he watched you. His hands were guiding your head slowly. âOh fucking hell sweetheart⌠thatâs- shiiiiiiâ he moaned out loudly as you give a try at taking him deeper.
Your throat constricted around his girth. Your eyes welled up with tears, but you pushed through it when you caught a glimpse of his face through your wet eyes.
Pure lust and pleasure.
His grip tightened ever so slightly, and he was starting to get carried away. Thrusting into your mouth, which you were finding hard to keep up with.
Your hands gripped Jungkookâs thighs for leverage as he pushed his entire length down your throat, making you choke and gag, which made Jungkook immediately stop and pull away, your mouth connected to his dick by a string of saliva.
âShitt.. sorry sweetheart⌠I got carried awayâŚâ he said softly yet smugly as he wiped off the saliva from your chin.
His hand wrapped around your wrist before moving it towards his wet cock. âWrap your fingers around it and slowly jerk me off.. okay?â You nodded and started running your palm up and down his length. Jungkook threw his head back and groaned out in satisfaction as your hands jerked him off. âKeep doing that⌠feels goodâŚâ you bite your lower lip and watch him again as he breathlessly moaned. It was coming out in pants and you knew he was getting close but before you could go furtherâŚ
He took a step back and stepped out of his pants before unbuttoning his white button-down to leave him naked to your eyes.
Your mouth watered at the sight in front of you, and your thighs instinctively rubbed together. He was built like a god and gosh⌠those tattoosâŚ? Fuck⌠your mind raced with thoughts after thoughts. Some you couldnât even say out loud.
He walked over to the bed that was in the centre of the room and sat down at the edge. His legs were wide and inviting as he gestured for you to come closer and towards him.
You gulped and stood up. Your legs were slightly wobbly for some reason. As you got closer, he grabbed you by your hips, squeezing the flesh.
âYouâre gonna put on a lil show for me, or do I have to do it?â He asked. He loved seeing how flustered you got. To get a reaction out of you, he slowly started undressing you, not even giving you enough time to respond to his question.
You gasped and blushed hard as he lifted your tee and pressed a soft kiss to your tummy. His hands rubbed your sides, eventually finding the fly and button of your jean shorts, pulling them down, leaving you in just your cotton underwear.
He licked his lips as he took in the swell of your hips and your plump thighs. He looked up at you and grinned before standing up to his full height. His hands found your hips again as he turned you around and pushed you onto the bed, straddling your thighs.
His hungry eyes grazed over your form.
âYou have too many clothes onâŚâ With a tsk, his hands travelled to the hem of your shirt before swiftly pulling it off, leaving you in just your undergarments.
You felt shy at being so open and vulnerable in front of him. Your arms instinctively wrap around your body to try and âcoverâ up.
Jungkook frowned. He rolled his eyes in annoyance before grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them above your head.
You let out a surprised gasp.
âDon't hide away when youâre with me⌠why do you feel so shy?â His face was so close to yours, you could feel his breath fanning against your cheeks.
You gulped. âI'm just not⌠I have never been seen as someone to desire for⌠yk?â
You said while looking away, the tension in the room shifted to vulnerability.
Jungkook softened at hearing your words. His grip on your wrists loosening by a smidge. He quickly masked it with a cocky smirk. âWell, they are missing out on some real piece because you sweetheartâŚâ he grabbed your thighs and hooked them over his waist. ââŚare one hot thingâŚâ
He dived into your neck. Leaving wet kisses. You whimpered and gasped as you felt his hands push your panties away. Before you can even comprehend what's going on, the panties were long gone, and your bra had been unclasped, leaving you fully bare.
He looked at your body with an appreciative glint. âPerfect.â He muttered before pressing kisses to your collarbone. His hands found their way to your wet core, and you flinched when he touched your folds.
He looked up at you as you jerked and smiled mischievously. Maintaining eye contact with you as he licked his middle and ring before rubbing your entrance and slowly letting his fingers enter your walls.
Your thighs clenched, which were forcefully spread apart again. He looked at you seriously. âLet me teach you how to ride a man.â
He was quick to change his position, moving around to rest against the headboard and relax, guiding your hips so straddled him.
He looked over at your body appreciatively. His hands traveled up your waist and squeezed your breasts before going back down to your hips.
âJust follow what I do⌠okayâŚ?â He said gently, and with that, he started guiding your hips to roll against the underside of his cock. Your pussy lips and folds gliding over the length easily.
He hissed and moaned in satisfaction. The grip on your hip tightening to the point it could leave bruises.
He had a content smile as he continued guiding you. âFuck yeah baby⌠god⌠your pussy is goddamn wetâŚâ
Your pussy was getting wetter and wetter. The cold metal of his piercings grazes your clit, making you shudder and shiver.
Your body was on fire. A tight coil formed in your stomach as you continued rolling your hips. You found your rhythm quickly and started moving with more confidence. Your hands touching anywhere on Jungkook's body.
Jungkook was in pure heaven. His head was thrown back and his eyes shut tight. He couldnât get enough of the feeling.
âI can't⌠I can't wait to enter your sweet little pussy, sweetheart⌠fuck⌠keep going just like that⌠youâre doing so fucking goodâŚâ
His hands left your hips as he let you find his pace, instead going up to squeeze and tease your breasts. Your cheeks flared up at his praise.
Jungkook involuntarily bucked his hips up, making you gasp at the sudden pressure.
He chuckled darkly and continued watching you.
But you were starting to feel restless and needy. The ache in your pussy is increasing the more you grind over him. You muster up your courage and finally ask him.
âCan I⌠put it inside?â Shyness laced all over your speech.
Jungkook beamed. âYou want to take me in? Can you handle it?â He asked, continuing his teasing act.
You bit your lip and paused for a moment before nodding. You needed this so badly.
He grinned and gripped your ass cheeks before slapping them. He sat up straight and reached towards a drawer and grabbed a condom, handing it over to you.
You take the wrapper, confused and look at him.
âPut it on for me,â is all he said as he grabbed the base of his cock.
You eagerly yet carefully ripped the plastic and took out the lubricated rubber, rolling it over his awaiting cock, which stood hard and red in anticipation.
âTell me if it gets too much, okay?â He said before continuing. âTake your time with it.. I have all nightâŚâ the grin never leaving his face.
You nodded before lifting your hips and guiding the length to your entrance.
Jungkook watched you with lidded and hungry eyes as his tip disappeared into your warm walls, making him shudder and curl his toes.
âLike I said⌠take your time⌠go in slowlyâŚâ he watched as you lowered yourself carefully. Your ex was never this big, and you were kind of scared.
Your chest heaved, and you let out soft whimpers of pleasure, feeling him fill you up. Your warm walls wrapping around his length tightly.
Jungkook groaned when your walls clamped down. His hands find your ass cheeks again to help you sink in further.
âYouâre doing so well⌠just a lil more babyâŚâ
You took a deep breath and fully sat on it. His girth stretched you out beautifully, making you curse and let out a loud gasp, head falling between his shoulder and neck as you adjusted.
Jungkookâs back arched off the bed when he felt you bottom out. You were stretched around his length, your gushy walls pulsated around him, and his grip on your ass tightened.
âFuck- youâre so tightâŚâ he said through gritted teeth, earning a quiet whimper from you.
âYou okay?â
You nodded into his shoulder before you lifted yourself to glance at him.
Your lips were slightly bruised from biting down too hard. Your body trembled slightly, and tears prickled at the corners of your eyes.
Jungkook's eyes furrowed, and his hands immediately came to wipe away those tears.
âYou sure? Do you want to stop?â He asked urgently, which was met by a defiant head shake from you.
You lean forward slightly so your face was close to his. âJust⌠teach meâŚâ was all you said, and was all that Jungkook needed for his hands to go back to your ass and the smug grin to return onto his hips.
âRoll your hips fâme⌠just like beforeâŚâ and you did. Your hips moved forward in a circular motion. You closed your eyes and sighed softly as you took in the feeling of his dick penetrating your walls. Your clit brushes against his pubic, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine.
Jungkook's hands remained on your ass as he slowly guided your movements, landing spanks on the flesh from time to time just so he could hear the soft gasps you would let out.
âThat's it⌠make that pussy gush baby⌠youâre doing this so wellâŚâ he started lifting your ass. âCan you bounce on meâŚ? Yeah?â
You look at him eagerly and nod before lifting your hips and meeting his pelvis once again. Each bounce made your stomach churn and your pussy throb.
Jungkook watched you start slow, your pace picking up. His eyes were hazy, like he was high on weed, and his mouth spewed out filthy words accompanied by breathy moans.
âShit⌠yeah⌠go fasterâŚâ
âFuckkk you feel so good⌠so fucking tight sweetheartâŚâ
âYou learn shit so easily⌠this pussy was made for dickâŚâ
All the comments made you blush, but it fueled your pride so much that you started going faster.
Your hands rested on his shoulders for leverage as your hips lifted and bounced on his cock. Your lips were parted as breathy groans and mewls escaped from your mouth. Your stomach twists and turns as you feel every inch of him in you. His tip makes sure it kissed your cervix and G-spot every bit.
âDoes that feel goodâŚ?â You ask breathlessly, to which Jungkook chuckled gruffly. âMore than goodâŚâ he said while his thumb pressed against your neglected clit. The sudden pressure on the throbbing nub makes you moan uncharacteristically loud and drop your head into his shoulders once again.
âSensitive, arenât we?â He whispered in your ears as his thumb continued drawing circles.
âPlease, pleaseâŚâ your hips involuntarily bounced harder and rolled against his pelvis like a bitch in heat. You were starting to get so worked up, you knew you would cum anytime soon.
Your juices dripped down his cock and down his balls, creating a filthy mess.
âMm.. youâre close, aren't you?â
You nod pathetically
He bucked his hips up, and your eyes almost popped out of your sockets.
âLet me take it from hereâŚâ With that, he started bucking his hips to meet your sopping pussy. Obscene wet sounds bounced off the walls as he pounded into you.
He landed a harsh slap to your left ass cheek, making you whine.
âfuck- youâre fucking soaking me baby⌠look at you.. all sloppy and messyâŚâ his thumb flicked your clit once again, your hands gripping his biceps tightly.
âHang on⌠I will get you there⌠I will make sure you come so hard⌠that you will never be able to find someone who fucks you like meâŚâ It was a promise, and you knew he was right. Your body heated up as the knot in your stomach threatened to burst.
âClose⌠cl-close.. please.. pleaseâŚâ You were blabbering at that point. Your only thought process was to cum and make him cum.
âI know, baby⌠I know⌠I can feel you clenching⌠fuck⌠this pussyâŚâ his thrusts got harder, and with one particular harsh thrust that reached the brim, your eyes widened, and you let out a pornographic moan as you came around him.
âFuck⌠fuck⌠just like that⌠cum baby⌠make a messâŚâ he said as he continued guiding you through your orgasm.
Your pussy fluttered as clear liquid gushed down his length and wet the bedding below, leaving you trembling and shaking.
âFuck!â Jungkook's loud moan cut through the atmosphere as he came into the rubber. His hands wrapped around you instinctively as he took deep breaths to come down from his own high.
A few moments later, he observed you. Watching as you still tried to recover from your orgasm and your eyes shut tight.
The next morning, you woke up sore. You were still in the motel you booked last night, but the only difference was that a person was missing. The other side of the bed was empty and you couldnât help but feel a pang of hurt.
You looked around the room before a small note that was kept on the nightstand next to your side caught your attention.
âI had a great time. You were not bad, actually. Until next time?
No charges, just give me a call ;)
xxxx-xxxxâ
A/N: HIII SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING OFF OF THE FACE OF EARTHHHH ahaaa this was actually supposed to be a drabble but it reached 3000 words so⌠woops. Please excuse any mistakes or inconsistency <//3 Anyways ty for readinggg ilyyy <3
Hihihiii im having a small block rn and have no motivation to write anything đđ it would be really helpful if yall sent in some rqs to get me going once again đŤŠđĽ°đĽ tytyyy
