reader is obsessed and just stares at daddy jk’s hands sm, basically JUNGKOOK HAND KINK
honestly writing this one cuz I'm personally obsessed with his hands. yeah
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You and Jungkook were bored one day, making origamis on the dining table. With a video tutorial on how to make a rabbit playing on the Ipad, you two carefully follow the instructions as focused as eagles.
No one was talking. The only sound that can be heard was the tutorial playing in the background, and the crippling, sharp sounds of papers.
You didn't think the two of you would take this so seriously.
"I don't understand this part," you huff, pouting as you take a break. You glace across from you and analyze how Jungkook was doing. He had his mouth agape in sheer focus, not even hearing what you just said.
"I literally have no experience in origami and this feels like it's for experts.
"Aw, don't give up, baby." Jungkook eventually speaks, patting your head. "Look, you can take mine, alright?"
You cheer joyfully, setting your horrible attempt of a paper rabbit aside, and just watch him do the work. You cross your arms on the table, watching intently, looking at the video then back to his origami.
Speaking of which— you keep your attention only to his hands. They work skillfully, watching it fiddle around with the paper. You had a secret liking for the way they look, especially with his tattoos. There was something about it that made them look very manly, yet at the same time, feminine.
Jungkook's fingers were slender yet his palms are wide. As you continue to stare, your eyes wander to a couple of protruding veins that travel from the back of his hand, and to his forearms.
Your mind dwells into much a deeper, darker space as you remember how good his hands would always make you feel. Whether he would caress your skin, brush your hair, or use his long fingers to make your pussy feel good, you love the warmth his hands give you.
The way Jungkook giggles snap you back to reality. He peers up at you for a split second before speaking with a teasing manner, "I know what you're doing, baby."
You swallow the lump in your throat, smiling bashfully, "I'm not doing anything!"
"Mhmm, keep saying that. I know exactly what's going through that little mind of yours."
"You do?" you tilt your head up in defiance, "what is it, then?"
"I know you're thinking about what my hands can do to you, Y/n."
You were about to retort, but he was faster, "I know how much you love daddy's hands."
You shift in your seat, already feeling an itch, "Not true..." you mumble.
"Oh yeah?" he stops his work, reaching out to grasp your chin in the spur of the moment. Jungkook's thumb rubs across your lower lip, making you feel all soft and your mind hazy. "You pretend I don't know it, but Y/n," he shakes his head, smirking, "I know everything about you. All your little kinks and obsessions, I know what you like."
Jungkook pushes his chair back and taps on his lap. You immediately know what he means and make your way over to him. Your legs dangle on each side of his thighs as you attempt to keep eye contact with him.
You whine softly after he shows off his hands in front of you, wiggling his fingers. Jungkook laughs as he cups your cheek, stroking your soft skin, "You're easy to please, baby—" he suddenly sticks his thumb inside your mouth, and you unconsciously start sucking. "Awh, good girl," he muses. His other hand reaches behind you to give your butt a firm squeeze, making you moan.
"If you want something from daddy, just say it. If you want to suck on daddy's fingers," he takes his thumb out and replaces it with his pointer and middle finger instead. You suck on his digits like you would his cock as you subconsciously grind on his crotch. "Or you want daddy to finger fuck you, rub your clit, or just use his fingers to choke you like this," Jungkook pushes his two fingers deeper, earning a gag from you, he then smiles darkly after noticing your drool dripping from f the corner of your lip. "All you have to do is ask daddy politely."
Jungkook firmly presses his fingers down on your tongue and slips them further into your mouth, making you choke. You sniffle, your hands finding their way to dig onto his chest.
"Do you want me to finger you, hm?" he asks. After you desperately nod, he removes his fingers, making you release a deep exhale.
"Good. Let me show you what these hands can do to you."
"Do you want something to eat, princess?" asked your boyfriend the same moment you entered through the front door. You set your bag on the counter and took in the delicious smell of Jin's cooking.
"Later," you nodded as you took his hand and placed it against your cheek. His thumb caressed your skin instinctively before you kissed the inside of his palm, then his wrist and his shoulder, until you reached his neck and finally his lips.
Goosebumps rose on Jin's arms as he felt your hands curl around his neck delicately.
"Is something w-" he tried to ask but you cut him off.
"I love you, Jin," you whispered against his neck as you pulled yourself into his embrace and hugged him tightly.
"Oh, I love you too, princess," said Jin and ran his fingers through your hair. "Are you sure everything's alright?" he asked again, just to make sure you were feeling okay.
"Mhm," you agreed against his neck and took in his wonderful fragrance. Everything about Jin felt so much like home. So safe and loving. You felt as if nothing could ever hurt you as long as you were with him.
Namjoon
You rolled out of bed, finding your boyfriend brushing his teeth in front of the bathroom mirror. You leaned your shoulder against the doorframe, watching him carefully. His eyes found yours and smiled. You licked your lips and made your way towards him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned your cheek against his broad back.
Namjoon spat out his toothpaste and dried himself before he turned around. He cupped your cheeks and made your gaze lock with his.
"What is it, baby? Is something wrong?" he asked you softly. You normally sought his touch when you were hurt or afraid but this time, you just wanted to feel his arms enfold you.
You shook your head sincerely and stepped on the tips of your toes before you kissed Namjoon's lips.
"I love you," you murmured against the kiss and buried your nose into his bare neck.
"I love you too, baby," said Namjoon gently and wrapped his arms around your hips as he nearly lifted you off your feet.
Yoongi
Yoongi was still asleep when you woke up early in the morning. You stretched your legs and turned around. Your boyfriend lay shirtless beside you, his arm reaching out towards you in his sleep. You couldn't help but smile. Carefully leaning on your elbows, you pressed a soft, gentle kiss on Yoongi's lips, cautious not to wake him. But to your surprise, as your boyfriend was a deep sleeper, Yoongi's lips moved against yours.
You pulled away timidly as his eyes opened. He stared at you motionlessly as if you were the dawn itself. You were rarely the initiator of affection but when you were, you could ask Yoongi for anything and he would give it to you without hesitation.
"Where are you going?" he murmured sleepily and pulled you back into the kiss, his hand on your cheek, the other on the small of your back. You blushed, yet melted into his touch.
"I don't have to be asleep for you to kiss me first, you know..." said Yoongi in between soft kisses as he caressed your cheek. You blushed even further but managed a small nod.
"Good, because I love it," murmured Yoongi and lay you on your back without breaking the kiss.
Hoseok
Your boyfriend was in his office when you returned home. You set down your bag and kicked off your shoes before you made your way towards him. With a light knock on the door, you peaked your head inside.
"Hi, baby," smiled Hoseok and leaned back in his chair. You smiled softly and entered. Yet to his surprise, you didn't stop in front of his desk but walked to him. You pushed his chair back some and took his hands from his lap before taking your place there yourself.
You leaned your cheek against his shoulder and left soft butterfly kisses down his neck. Goosebumps rose on Hoseok's shoulders at your sudden affections. His arms locked around you as he looked down into your eyes.
"Everything okay, baby?" he caressed your cheek with his thumb. You nodded.
"I love you, Hobi," you mumbled and hid your face in his warm neck. A part of him was concerned that something had happened, because you usually let him approach you first when it came to affections, but he soon melted into your delicate touch.
Jimin
It was late in the evening. You were both reading in bed, your legs resting on top Jimin's waist. You couldn't possibly focus on your book, although you had been looking forwards to read it. Your gaze kept on escaping to your boyfriend's concentrated features and his freshly washed hair falling messily on his forehead.
"Jimin?" you asked carefully "Can I interrupt for a moment?
He put down his book and looked at you almost immediately, taken back that you would even ask something like that.
You bit your lip but gathered the courage and scooted into his lap before you kissed him longingly. Jimin froze for a moment, but as soon as he recovered his hands were on your waist, squeezing it tightly. He sat up properly and pulled your hips to his own as you towered over him, yet you knew perfectly well that he was still in control.
You coming to him first made his entire body turn warm and tingly. The touch of your lips, the smell of your skin, it made him forget about everything else but you.
Taehyung
Your boyfriend was sitting on the sofa, his phone in his hand while the television played one of his favourite series. You bit your lip as you contemplated whether to disturb him or not, but you wanted his touch so badly.
You made your way towards him. Taehyung's eyes rose to your face immediately as you took his phone from his hands and curled up in his lap, your nose in his neck.
Tae's arms went around your waist and thighs immediately. He leaned his chin on top of your head as he rubbed the tips of his fingers up and down your legs.
"You okay, jagi?" he asked calmly.
You nodded, "I love you."
"I love you too, you know that, right? Baby?"" he replied to your breathy tone. Tae brought your chin up and looked you in the eye. You nodded again and kissed his lips. Taking advantage of the situation, he deepened the kiss immediately. He loved to see this side of you, the side that wanted him so much that you passed your walls to come to him.
Jungkook
You were sitting on the edge of the bathtub, brushing your teeth. Jungkook was shaving in front of the mirror, almost done. It was quite early in the morning, but you had classes to go to and Jungkook had a work meeting later.
You spat out the toothpaste and patted yourself dry, unable to keep your stare off your boyfriend. Jungkook's eyes found yours as he shaved the last bit of his hardly noticeable stubble. He could barely wash the remains of gel off his face before you wrapped your arms around his torso and hugged him tightly.
Jungkook's chest vibrated beneath your cheek as he let out a soft chuckle. He was far from used to seeing you this needy of his touch.
"Everything alright, baby?" he asked and pet your hair.
"I miss you..." you mumbled and peppered his chest with soft kisses.
"What do you mean? We're together," said Jungkook and sat you up on the counter. He stepped between your legs as he cupped your cheeks.
"I miss hanging out with you... We both work all the time," you whispered and looked down.
"I know, kitten, it's just that kind of time. I'll drive you today, how's that?" asked Jungkook and leaned down to meet your eyes. You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck before kissing him desperately.
Your head finally nodded as Jin picked out a sixth jumper from your wardrobe until he found the right one. “This one looks exactly the same as the first one I got.”
Your head shook as he walked across to you, “that one’s a bit baggier which makes it more comfortable around my sling, little things Jin, pay attention.”
“I didn’t realise so much effort went into getting you dressed,” he continued to tease, folding up the jumper so your hands could fit through the sleeves.
“Just place my arm in,” you instructed, refusing to listen to his jokes, watching on as he tried to move your jumper around your bended arm, careful not to catch you or prod you.
Once it was done, he smiled across at you proudly. “Well, that’s the hard bit out of the way. Now we’ve just got go get it over your head.”
“Just lift it up high so I don’t have to move,” you asked of him, feeling the material of the jumper roll up your back as Jin tugged it, placing it over your head.
“Beautiful, I picked a good jumper there.”
Yoongi:
The sound of your sniffles caught Yoongi’s attention as soon as he walked into your bedroom, taking a seat beside you. “Why are you crying? Does it hurt?”
Your head shook, resting against his shoulder carefully. “I’m fed up with not being able to do anything, I feel like I’ve lost all of my independence right now.”
“I know it’s hard,” he sympathised, resting against you, “but you’ve been coping so well, and the doctor has been telling you how well you’ve been recovering.”
“But I could still have weeks of this,” you groaned, lifting your arm up a little bit. “It’s not fair on you either to have to constantly look after me, I should be able to do something.”
His heart sunk, not realising before how hard you were coping with it all. “Let’s just continue to take it day by day and you’ll be back to yourself soon.”
“I just want to get better,” you frustratedly mumbled against him, “if I had just been more careful then none of this would have ever happened to me Yoongi.”
“There’s no point worrying about the past now.”
Hoseok:
The moment Hobi placed the plate of food in front of you, you felt your heart sink. “Don’t worry,” he smiled, sensing straight away what your worry was as he did so.
You remained leaning back as Hobi appeared by your side after putting his plate down. “I hate that you have to do this,” you sighed as he picked up your knife and fork.
“It’s just one of those things,” he casually spoke, beginning to cut up your food to save you a job. “It took you far too long the other day to even cut a single thing.”
“A broken arm sucks,” you huffed, feeling useless as Hobi continued to cut up your food. “I feel like I’m a kid all over again having to have you cut up my food like I can’t do it.”
Hobi chuckled, handing the fork to you once he was done. “I’ve always said that you’re my baby, but I guess now you really are my baby.”
“That doesn’t make me feel any better,” you sniggered, “I hate how much you’re enjoying all of this, it’s like you enjoy seeing me suffer right now.”
“I have to admit, I do enjoy looking after you.”
Namjoon:
You let go of a sigh of relief once you were sat down in the car, only to see Namjoon tugging gently at the seatbelt. “We’ve only got half a job done so far.”
An exhausted groan came from you as Namjoon carefully lifted up your arm. “They should make seatbelts more practical for people like me.”
“Once you’ve got it on, you’re fine,” he reminded you, cautiously moving your arm through the belt, making sure that it rested at the right spot under your neck.
“It’s getting it on that’s the problem,” you sighed, feeling his frame lean across yours to plug you in. “I don’t even have the strength to pull a seatbelt anymore, it’s ridiculous.”
Namjoon sighed as he moved back from your side, “we knew it was going to be hard, but you’ll be strong again soon and be doing things for yourself.”
“Honestly, there are perks to not being able to do some things,” you teased, “I can’t remember the last time I did the washing up at the end of the night.”
“You’ll do it all the time when that sling comes off.”
Jimin:
The pout on your face was one that Jimin just couldn’t ignore as you approached him with a hairbrush in your hand. “You’re lucky you’re as cute as you are sometimes.”
You smiled appreciatively at him, sitting in between his legs. “I just want to put it in a ponytail so it’s out of the way, but with one hand, it’s a problem.”
“I guess I can do it in that case,” he chuckled, scraping up your hair so it was nice and high before brushing through it. “How does your hair get so messy.”
“It’s not th…ouch!” You squealed as Jimin brushed through a tight knot. “At least try and be careful before you end up pulling all of the hair out of my scalp Chim.”
He scoffed loudly, “do you want to brush your hair yourself? I don’t mind letting you pick this back up if you’ve got a problem with how I do it.”
“No,” you giggled, “I promise I won’t complain anymore. It’s not fair, you know that I can’t do it, don’t you dare try and joke about all of this with me.”
“Just be quiet then and let me do my job.”
Taehyung:
His eyes widened as he walked into the kitchen and saw you trying to make a sandwich. He couldn’t help but laugh at your struggle, “do you want me to give you a hand?”
You shot around at the sound of his voice, staring hopelessly at the mess that you’d made. “I thought I’d be able to do it, but it’s not exactly going to plan.”
“Step aside,” he chuckled, nudging your hip gently. “Why didn’t you shout me to come and help you? It would have taken half the time if I’d have done it.”
“I thought I would be able to do it,” you protested, “but every time I tried to use my elbow to keep the bread in place it just decided to fly across the counter instead.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle at your logic, “I thought you were supposed to rest when injured, but you’ve just become even more unusual than you usually are.”
“Are you mocking me for trying to do something for myself?” You joked, “I’ll remind you of this next time you injure yourself whilst on tour.”
“I’m not mocking, but this is ridiculously funny.”
Jungkook:
A careful hand held onto your wrist as your free hand tried to lift your shirt over the top of your head. “Let me do it,” a familiar voice called out, dropping your hand.
You sighed loudly as you failed to get your shirt off from around your neck, “I would have been able to do it if you just gave me a little more time.”
“There’s nothing wrong with admitting that you need a little bit of help right now,” Jungkook quickly reassured you, “we all need help from time-to-time jagi.”
“I’ve needed help for weeks,” you frowned, “I just want to be able to do one thing for myself again rather than constantly admitting that I need a helping hand from someone else.”
He frowned across at you, “we both knew this wasn’t going to be a quick fix, but you’re doing all of the things you can do to get better.”
“I just wish it would hurry up,” you huffed, watching as Jungkook threw your shirt aside. “How much longer am I supposed to be like this Jungkook.”
“It won’t be for much longer now, we’ll keep working hard.”
omg so maybe the way y/n would react when someone else flirts with jk and how he’d handle the situation? 🌺
pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader
genre: fluff, slice of life, established relationship, college au
word count: 1.9k
a/n: i don’t think i had ever written y/n being jealous before, it was always the boys somehow so this was fun! thank you so much for requesting! btw, this takes place on their last year of college.
Jeongguk had eyes for you only.
That was no surprise. You knew that. His friends knew that. Your friends new that. And pretty much everyone with eyes could see that was the case in a heartbeat. It had been that way ever since high school, and now that you had been together for a year and he had you all to himself, it was far from ever changing.
There were certain people, however, who did not know that was the case — strangers mostly, or classmates of his who did just not give a fuck about him having a girlfriend he was madly in love with.
The latter being the case that day.
The two of you had agreed on meeting at the library to get started on a project you had signed up as partners for, as it was pretty much a given by now. And although the library was not your favourite place to go to when it came to get done with college stuff, it was the only place the two of you would truly focus in, which would be much needed this time since you had to turn it in later the next day, yet were just now getting started on, as you had both been too busy with other exams and assignments to even think about this one.
So, he had headed over there as soon as his last class ended, going up to an empty table and taking a seat, wasting no time on leaving his backpack on the chair next to his for no one else to take it as he waited for you. Not like said act of his had been of any help, though, for a girl he recognized from one of his classes —one of the few you were not in with him— had reached his side in a matter of seconds, asking if he could help her out with something from that day’s lecture she had not quite understood, and removing his backpack from the seat he was saving for you; hanging it on the back of the chair as she took a seat next to him before he could even protest.
Biting his tongue as he did not want to sound rude, he decided to just help her out in the meantime you got there. It wouldn’t take that long anyway, would it?
Only it did, for you were taking longer than you should have, and she showed no signs of planning on leaving anytime soon as she didn’t even try to hide her ulterior motives with him — from time to time trying to turn the conversation into a non-academic one, yet having to stick to it as Jeongguk made it clear he was only carrying on with the conversation as long as it was about the class.
“You’re really good at explaining” she smiled brightly, looking up from her textbook and moving her seat closer to him, which only caused him to move his slightly back as he nodded — his awkwardness making an appearance as he did not know what to answer to that. “You think maybe we could go grab some coffee later so we can talk some more about the class?”
“I have a girlfriend” he was quick to go straight to the point, informing her what he knew for a fact she was well aware of, for it was not unusual for you to go wait outside that particular class for him to come out of, since it was right next to yours and you always seemed to be done before him — meeting him with a sweet peck on the lips every single time as everyone else came out of the classroom, her included. “And she’ll be here anytime now, so…”
His classmate had seemed to take a hint as he eyed the chair she was sitting down on, silently asking her to leave. Nevertheless, she did not stand up. “I could really use the help in this class, though…” she pushed it. “Maybe you could give me your number then?”
“Oh, I’m sure you won’t be needing my boyfriend’s number” your voice had both of their heads snapping up in your direction, right as you set two coffee cups on the other side of the table and eyed both the girl next to him and the taken seat you knew was supposed to be yours. “Especially when it comes to something you can so easily ask your teacher about”.
Your cynical smile as you said those words and sat down in front of them, was all it took for the girl to send a glare your way before standing up, sweetly saying goodbye to a quite stunned Jeongguk and then taking off without even looking your way again.
Scoffing at her audacity, you shook your head, not even bothering to look at your boyfriend before you started taking your laptop out of your bag and placed it on the table.
“What took you so long?” he quietly wondered, feeling like he was tiptoeing when it came to finding the right words to say, given your displeased expression.
“Coffee run” you replied simply, staring at your laptop’s screen like your life depended on it as you turned it on.
He bit down on his bottom lip, not being able to ignore the tension in the air, yet having no idea what to do about it either.
It was funny, how before dating you he never had other people approaching him like this, yet now that he was in an established relationship, girls had apparently started to notice him out of a sudden. He was not used to it. He was not used to you being jealous. And although he knew it was not entirely his fault —since he had kept his distance from said girl— and a part of him couldn’t help but feel good about the fact that you were being jealous over him, another part of him did not feel quite as good, for he knew what you were feeling. He had been in your place multiple times when other guys flirted with you, after all, and although you turned down every single one of them, it was still upsetting all the same.
So, not knowing whether he should bring the topic up or not, he had his eyes going to the cups from your go-to coffee shop placed by your side. It was your guys’ usual, he could tell — an iced americano for you and hot chocolate for him.
“Is that one for me?” he pointed at the carton cup that was used for hot beverages.
That had seemed to catch your attention, eyes fixing on the cup he was pointing at and staring at it as you thought about it for a second. And although both of you knew the answer was positive, you shook your head no.
“Couldn’t decide, so I got both for me”.
Jeongguk couldn’t help but let an amused smile curve up the corners of his lips, knowing well enough that was your way of punishing him for letting another girl hit on him. “Oh, so you simultaneously went for a hot and an ice cold drink?”
“Mhm…” you nodded.
“Yah,” he called you out when you still wouldn’t look at him, reaching for your hands and holding them over the table. “Come sit next to me”.
“I’m good”.
“Come onnnn,” he whined with a small pout, pulling on your hands and leaving you no choice but to stand up and go over to him. “I was saving this seat for my favourite girl”.
You couldn’t help but smile at the way he had cooed those words as you sat down next to him, biting on your bottom lip not to let him see, yet being too late as a smile of his own was already taking over his mouth at the sight of yours. Loosely wrapping one of his arms over your shoulders, he pulled you closer to him, laughing under his breath when you could no longer hide your smile after his lips had pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek.
“I thought I was your only girl” you pushed it nevertheless, earning another chuckle from him.
“You are my only girl” he said the obvious. “Plus, my favourite person in the world. There’s nothing to be jealous about”.
You rolled your eyes, focusing them somewhere else as you snorted. “Wasn’t jealous” your bitter words told him otherwise. “She’s pretty, though…”
Jeongguk sighed, cupping your face in his hands and resting his forehead on yours. “I’ve had eyes for no one else but you ever since I first saw you in high school, petal. You know that” his thumbs drew tender circles on your cheeks. “I didn’t even look at her”.
“You didn’t turn her down when she asked for your number, though”.
“Did I even get the chance to?” he pointed out softly with a breathy laugh, bringing heat to your face as you were reminded of the fact you had answered for him the second the question had left that girl’s mouth. “I told her I got a girlfriend before you arrived, okay?” his mouth pressed a brief kiss to your nose. “Don’t be silly now, you know I love you”.
You smiled softly, nodding your head to let him know it was alright, and then giggling when the loving peck he had just pressed to your mouth was followed by another kiss — a much longer, slower one, as he tilted your head slightly back and sucked on your bottom lip.
“We’re in the library” you reminded him in a whisper, voice coming out muffled as you spoke against his lips.
“And you’re the only one I want” he cheesily answered, smiling at your amused reaction and pressing another kiss to your mouth before pulling away. “Now that we’ve established the facts, shall we get started on the project?”
Shaking your head in amusement, you reached for your laptop on the other side of the table and brought it up to you — then reaching for the carton cup as well and sliding it in front of him. “You’ve earned your lame hot chocolate, you sweet bastard”.
A light laugh escaped his mouth at what you had just called him, leaning in closer to you once again. “And a little smooch?” he puckered up his lips.
Getting a laugh out of you at the way he was picking up on the things you usually said, you couldn’t deny him of his petition, placing your hand behind his neck and pulling him towards you so you could press two chaste kisses to his smiling mouth.
“And an ‘I love you, bun’?” he pushed it.
“Yah,” you were the one to call him out this time with a small laugh. “All the attention has really boosted your confidence, hasn’t it?”
He giggled, saying nothing as he instead grabbed his cup and took a sip of the drink you had gotten him. You were right though, for the attention, love and praise you had given him for the past year had indeed helped one hell of a lot when it came to boosting his previous nonexistent confidence.
“Will you say it, though?”
Shaking your head no, you laughed under your breath and leaned closer to the table as you started typing down on your laptop instead. “I love you, bun”.
Although you had not even looked at him as you gave in —embarrasingly fast— and mumbled the words he had been waiting for, he smiled the brightest, knowing he had managed to lift your mood and gotten some love from you altogether.
Funny how you had came to the library so you could focus on the project, yet all he wanted and could think about right then was kissing you over and over — until the last bit of jealousy you had felt that day abandoned your body.
