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Being the heirs of rival mafia families means that you and Jungkook are supposed to be sworn enemies. Yet, as much as you claim to hate each other – deep down, you both know that the feeling is so much more than that. A feeling you both act oblivious to and bury under a haze of lust.
genre – enemies to lovers au, smut, denial,angst¿.
pairing – jungkook x fem reader.
warnings – explicit language, smut, pussy-whipped possessive jk, jk & oc bicker a lot, fingering, rough fucking (oc likes it rough), oc is very vocal (jk LOVES it) , mentions of creampie, spanking, oral (both receiving), titty worship, jk praises oc, squirting, okay basically they're obsessed with fucking eo. etc.
wc – 14k+
you're currently sitting in one of the most grand and luxurious ballrooms in the city. tonight is supposed to be something neutral - a friendly ceremony. one of those where every major family in the underworld pretended civility for a few hours before going back to fortresses to plan their next betrayals.
the jeon family is occupying the left side of tables, whereas your family is occupying the right - as far away from each other as possible. your father is standing near the bar, looking every bit the rich, powerful and dangerous mafia, he is, while glaring at his rival - the head of the jeon family, jungkook's father. who, in return, stares back at him with the same cold, hateful look.
they hate each other so much. if there's a feeling stronger than that, then that is exactly what they feel for each other.
your eyes continue to roam around the room until they find jungkook. he's leaning against a pillar near his family's side, looking so fuckable in that tailored suit he's wearing, with the first few buttons left open, giving you a glimpse of his chest and the ink on his shoulder. his hair is a bit longer than the last time you ran your fingers through it, which you're thankful for because it looks even better than it usually does.
he looks bored until his eyes find yours. you hate how your heart stutters at the eye contact. it's been three weeks since he last had you pinned against his office desk, three weeks since he had you whimpering beneath him, three weeks since he fucked the living daylights out of you.
you tear your gaze away first, accepting champagne from one of the servers who happens to be too scared to even meet your eyes. every few minutes you would catch him staring holes into you, eyeing you. you knew that he'd be here drinking you in and that's exactly why you've decided to wear an elegant gown that's just a little revealing - cut low at the back with a slit running up your thigh. easy access.
after a few minutes of sitting, you decide it's time to slip away for a little while. you excuse yourself and no one questions it. heirs disappear all the time, whether it's to powder their noses, make discreet calls or converse with family allies, so it's a normal thing to do without getting suspicions.
you walk through the crowd until you reach the long corridor that leads to the private restrooms, inside the women's restroom is pristine and polished. there's a massive mirror stretched across the wall above the vanity. you set your bag down and study your reflection. you look perfect, but still, you tuck a small strand of hair behind your ear and adjust your hair - not because you need to, but because you know that he'll be here soon.
and right on cue, the door opens slowly, closes once he's inside and locks. instead of turning to face him, you watch him in the mirror. he leans against the wall with his arms crossed and head tilted, watching you watch yourself.
"still primping?" his voice is rough and a little mocking. "thought you'd at least pretend that you weren't waiting for me."
you roll your eyes at him. "thought you'd at least pretend that you aren't desperate enough to follow me into the bathroom like some horny teenager."
he huffs out a laugh. "three weeks is a long time, princess."
"don't call me that."
"why not?" he pushes off the wall and approaches you slowly. "you know you love it when i call you that."
"i love a lot of things you do with your mouth. talking isn't one of them."
he stops directly behind you, his hands settling on the vanity on either side of you, caging you in without touching you. his scent fills your lungs, something that isn't too strong, but still expensive, that signature smell of his that's grown to give you some kind of comfort you're unable to explain.
"look at you," he murmurs. "all dressed up, standing there and trying to convince yourself you hate me."
"i do hate you."
"yeah?" his lips brush your earlobe. "then why're you shaking? nervous?"
you scoff before speaking. "because i'm imagining all the ways i can kill you."
he chuckles against your skin. "liar."
your breath hitches when you feel one of his hands sliding up one of your thighs, under the slit of your dress, until he finds your core and cups it over your underwear. his palm rests there, making you suck in a breath.
"i missed you," he says quietly,
your eyes snap to his in the mirror. he doesn't have that cocky look on his face. his eyes roam your body with that hunger that makes you feel weak.
"three weeks," he repeats. "way too fucking long."
his lips find the side of your neck.
"don't." you warn.
"don't what?" he leaves an open-mouthed kiss on your neck. "don't tell you the truth? or don't do this?"
"both." you breathe out.
"too late,"
his other hand goes up to grab a fistful of your hair, tugging it back so your head is leaning on his shoulder. in the mirror you watch your reflection, noticing how your lips part and eyes darken.
"look at us," he rasps against your throat. "look how fucking perfect you look with my hands on you."
you try to glare at him, but unfortunately your eyes look more pleading than anything.
"shut up, jeon."
"why don't you make me?"
you gasp in his mouth when he suddenly kisses you roughly and passionately, showing you just how much he's been needing this the past few weeks. you arch back into him without thinking, your ass pressing against his cock through his slacks, making him groan into your mouth.
your hands thread through his hair, angling his head where you want him so you can lick deep into his mouth. he groans again, and rewards you by cupping your core harder, the heel of his hand pressing against your clit causing your hips to buck forward.
"fuck," you gasp into his mouth.
he swallows the sound and kisses you harder while his fingers slip into your underwear. two of them caress your folds, gathering your wetness before circling your clit the way you like. he starts off slow at first then picks up the pace, going faster. you can't help the needy moan that slips out of you and the way your pussy clenches around him.
he breaks the kiss to murmur against your lips. "so wet already. been dreaming about this pussy for three weeks straight.
"oh, shut up," you hiss.
he pushes two fingers inside you until they're knuckles deep. your eyes flutter closed as you let out soft moans of pleasure that become more audible when he starts pumping his fingers inside you deeper. you meet the thrusts of his fingers shamelessly.
"how nice that you're clenching around my fingers in a bathroom while our families are a couple feet away plotting each other's deaths."
again, you try to glare at him but miserably fail when he curls his fingers inside you.
"jeon-"
he pulls his fingers out of you and your eyes open widely at the loss. you whip your head around to glare at him properly now. he just smirks down at you, looking all cocky again. that sight makes you want to slap him and ride him at the same time.
without breaking eye contact with you, he brings his hand to his mouth and sucks your arousal off his fingers. his tongue swirling around each of them slowly. you stare at him. he's so filthy and you love it.
"asshole," you say.
he ignores your rude comment and spins you back around so fast your hands slap down onto the vanity to steady yourself. you're facing the mirror fully now with him behind you. his eyes locked on yours in the reflection again. he doesn't say anything, he reaches down and unbuckles his belt, opens the buttons of his slacks then pulls down the zipper.
you watch every single thing he does in the mirror. watching as he pulls his pants and boxers down halfway. watching as his hard length springs free. your mouth goes dry (even as you mentally salivate at the sight). he wraps a hand around himself, giving himself a few strokes, from the base up to the tip, spreading his precum with his thumb. he reaches down between your legs again, collects more of your arousal and uses it as lubrication on himself as he keeps stroking his cock. you clench around nothing just watching until he stops touching himself.
with one hand he reaches for the hem of your dress and pulls it up over your hips, bunching it at your hips. the other hand he uses to pull your underwear down, so it pools at your ankles. the cool air hitting your soaked core and the anticipation make you tremble a little. jungkook groans at the sight of you like this -trembling, your ass bare and pussy glistening.
"so fucking pretty." he mutters mostly to himself.
after admiring you for a few more seconds his fingers are on you again rubbing your clit until you twitch and chase the pressure for a short while before he withdraws his fingers and brings them to his mouth again, sucking them clean with a hum of satisfaction.
"you're disgusting." you whisper.
he leans over so his chest presses against your back and talks near your ear.
"don't act like you don't love it."
you want to say something to argue, but he's right. very much right.
he lines himself at your entrance, sliding his tip inside and pulling out, teasing you (and himself)
"jungkook–"
"tell me you want me." he says.
you bite your lip when he sinks in a little deeper, stretching you open.
"say it, princess."
"fuck you." you hiss.
he lets out a little disbelieved scoff. but pushes in slowly, filling you with his large length until he's all the way in, buried to the brim with his hips flush against your ass. you both freeze, eyes locked in the mirror. both of you looking wrecked. jungkook flexes inside of you causing you to whimper. he stays there buried inside you, not moving, just giving you a stern look.
you put your pride aside and whisper, "i want you, jungkook."
"good girl." he murmurs.
he pulls out almost all the way before slamming back in. again and again. his thrusting in and out of you drives you insane. your palms slide against the vanity, fingers curling, wishing you could grip on something instead.
"faster," you demand with a sweet gasp.
he leans down, speaking near your ear. "beg for me."
you lift your head to glare at his reflection. "fuck. you."
he grins, knowing his luck wasn't going to work. he gives you what you want. he increases his pace, fucking you with a rhythm that has you seeing stars. the entire time you try your best not to look away from him. you want to watch him fuck and mark you.
his free hand slides up your back pushing it down so you're arching beautifully, giving him a better and deeper angle. your moans and his groans grow louder as the pleasure builds for both of you.
"you feel too good," he pants. "so tight and wet. you've really been waiting for me, hmm?"
"i wasn't." you lie as your walls flutter around him.
"liar." he growls and punctuates it with a hard thrust.
you cry out from pleasure and a little bit of pain. one of his hands slide down to find your clit, rubbing it circles that match his brutal thrusts.
"jungkook- fuck. don't stop."
"i won't," he says through gritted teeth. "not until you're coming all over my cock."
you whimper and clench hard around him. the sensation causes him to groan loudly.
"f-fuck," he grunts.
you do it again. your walls clamp down on him hard making his thrusts stutter. his hips slam forward one last time, buried in completely before he halts his movements.
"stop," he grits out. "stop clenching me like that, you're gonna make me come too fast."
you let out a breathless, mocking laugh before speaking. "poor baby. can't handle it?"
after registering your words, his hand comes down to deliver a sharp smack to your ass. the sting is delicious and causes you to involuntarily flutter around him again.
"brat," he hisses. "if you want me to fuck you properly then behave."
you force yourself to relax, trying to loosen your muscles even though your body is screaming to pull him deeper, to keep him there inside you where he belongs.
the second you unclench around him, he rewards you but pulling all the way out and slamming back in with a force that has your eyes rolling back.
he sets a perfect pace that makes it impossible for you to stay quiet as much as you can try. sweet loud moans and profanities leave your mouth that is definitely audible to anyone outside; "jungkook– oh God–yes right there! – fuck–"
he curses under his breath before placing his palm over your mouth, muffling your loud, inappropriate sounds before you attract any attention.
"shh. you wanna get us caught? want your father kicking down the door while i'm balls deep in his little princess?"
the image of that terrifies you. it would be an abomination if something like that ever happened. your father has been very vocal about his pure hatred for the jeons, including the one currently giving you one of the best fucks of your life. but still jungkook always feel too good for you to control yourself, so unfortunately you cannot help the whiny, muffled moan that slips out of you.
"fuck's sake."
he slides two fingers past your lips, pushing them deep in your mouth until they hit the back of your tongue.
"suck." he orders. "keep that pretty mouth busy."
you obey without hesitation. wrapping your lips around his fingers and sucking hard, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue the same way you'd done to his cock more times that you could count. thinking of the blowjobs you've given him makes you hum around his fingers, eager to feel him in your mouth again.
"that's it." he rasps. "prettiest sounds i've ever heard."
you whimper around his fingers. his thrusts get harder and deeper, making your toes curl.
after a few minutes, your pussy starts fluttering around him causing his breath to hitch.
"there it is," he groans and picks up the pace even more. "love when you do that. when your greedy little cunt starts begging for it."
you try to speak, try to beg, but his fingers are still deep in your mouth so all that comes is a desperate, garbled whine.
"come with me. let me feel you." he orders.
after the last thrust, you release with a muffled sob of his name. your pussy spasms and milks him so hard he swears violently under his breath. he follows you right after, burying himself as deep as possible and releases inside you until you feel it leaking out around him, dripping down your thighs. his hand goes up to cup your jaw gently, tilting your face so he can leave a soft kiss on your temple before carefully pulling out. you whimper at the loss, he watches himself leaving you as your combined release drips.
"fuck, that's so hot."
you shake your head despite the heat warming up your cheeks at his words. "we have to get cleaned up, jeon. we've got something to get back to."
he reaches for one of the thick towels from the stack on the counter and wets it under the tap. he kneels behind you. the sight of jeon jungkook on his knees in a tailored suit is definitely something out of your wettest dreams.
he cleans you up, wiping between your thighs. he's so gentle it surprises you, because some seconds ago he was fucking you like he hated you. once most of the evidence is gone, he looks up at you and leaves the softest kiss to the back of your thigh before standing up again.
"don't get used the princess treatment, yeah?" he murmurs, tossing the towel in the bin. "next time i'm leaving you dripping down your legs."
you roll your eyes at him for the one millionth time. "next time you'll be lucky if i let you touch me at all."
"sure."
he turns his attention to your messy appearance. your dress is a bit creased and still bunched up at your waist. your hair looks - well it looks like you've been thoroughly fucked, which of course you were. your lipstick is smudged and your mascara smeared under your eyes. he steps in close and starts fixing you. neatening your dress, adjusting your dress's straps with his fingertips mistakenly grazing over your breasts.
"careful." you warn.
he hums amused and then moves to your hair, combing it with his fingers and brushing a stray strand behind your ear in a way that seems way too tender for people who are supposed to be enemies.
"there," he says quietly, stepping back to survey his work. "you look almost respectable again."
you turn to face him now. he looks delicious. his hair falls into his eyes, lips swollen from your kisses, his collar wrinkled and he's a little sweaty. he looks like he deserves the best and sloppiest head in the world.
you reach up without thinking, straighten his collar and smooth his shirt. before you can pull away, he catches your wrist and holds it there, near his chest.
"why're you looking at me like that, hmm?" he asks, staring down at you.
"like what?"
"like you want me to take you again. i will if you want me to."
you yank your hand free from his hold. "in your dreams, jeon."
"yeah, almost every night." he shoots back with a smirk.
you ignore his statement, despite the wanted eruption of butterflies you feel in your stomach. jungkook checks his watch with a sigh.
"we've been gone too long already." he says.
"you go first. i'll wait for a while then come out."
he nods before leaning in to press a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. he gives you a little smirk then slips out the door. you give it at least two minutes before exiting the bathroom and slipping back into the hallway.
once you get back to your family's table you take your seat next to your mother, softly wincing at the dull, delicious ache between your legs. your mother turns to you immediately, her eyebrows knitting.
"what took you so long?" she asks while her eyes inspect you. "and your hair... it's a mess. are you alright?"
you force a smile. "i wasn't feeling well. must be the champagne and all the people. i needed a minute to breathe."
she studies you for another few seconds before her face softens. "poor thing. we won't stay much longer, i promise. your father's already been itching to leave anyway."
she reaches over and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "you sure you're okay?"
"fine, mom, really."
she squeezes your hair once then turns back to whatever conversation she was having before you came. across the room, you see jungkook at his table again. he's sitting with his legs spread and an arm draped over the back of another chair. he looks so hot, still so fuckable, you wish you had agreed to let him take you again.
a server places a dish in front of him. a large piece of steak with some vegetables on the side. he picks up his fork and knife and digs in as if he hadn't just fucked his sworn enemy senseless in a bathroom minutes ago.
you've grown to learn that jungkook loves food, he loves eating. loves the way food feels on his tongue, loves the flavours, loves everything about it. but you've also grown to learn that if there's anything he loves to eat more than food - it's you.
you can't help but think about how he devours you like he's a starved man, instead of the rich, cocky bastard he usually is. the way he feasts on you, holding your thighs spread open until you're crying, shaking and begging him to stop but also to keep going.
your whole body heats up traitorously fast. damn jungkook and the stupid effect he has on you.
•───୨୧───•
a week passes by slowly, excruciatingly slow. all because it's been seven days of radio silence between you and jungkook. no messages, no random calls ending with you two having phone sex, no nothing. not that you really expected anything else, that was the deal. fuck and forget and hate each other. except this time you can't find yourself enjoying the last two very much.
you've spent most of the week locked in your own head, isolated in your fortress of an apartment. the one your father spent hundreds of thousands on. another one of the luxuries in your life that's starting to feel like a cage.
your parents love you, you know that, it's unquestionable. but love, in your family comes with terms and conditions. because your mother had complications getting pregnant again, you're an only child. the sole heir, the future of an empire that's built on money and dead bodies. you have a lot of expectations. one day the power will be yours, whether you want it or not.
and of course, you do not want it.
you want something better, something that actually makes you happy, something that's nothing like the obligations you're forced to have.
you want to write, live in your head and put your wildest thoughts on a piece of paper. you want to express all the thoughts you've never gotten to word into a book - every fantasy you've lived, every fantasy you have yet to live. it's all you ever wanted since you were a little girl.
you've majored in literature at a university your father only tolerated because it was an ivy league and it looked good on paper.
even in your free time, writing feels like the only thing that allows you to be your true self. so when you can, you write. most of the stories you write about one specific person you despise. jungkook. he's such an interesting source of inspiration for you, especially in all of the erotic stories you write. well of course he would be. that man gives you the time of your life every time his dick is buried deep inside you.
But your dreams and ambitions don't really matter. Because at the end of the day, your parents want security, powerful alliances and legacy. And lately whenever you were alone with your parents they started dropping hints.
"Have you ever thought about settling down?" your mother would casually ask.
Your father would nod before adding on. "There are good guys out there. Sons of men we trust. Strong families. It would solidify things."
They didn't name anyone yet, but you knew many of their friends from over the years. They were all powerful, all of them safe for you. All of them so fucking boring you wanted to scream.
You didn't argue with them because you didn't think you had a right to. You have to please your parents no matter what. Even if it means putting your own happiness on the line.
So you spent the next week in your own isolated bubble - writing whatever came to mind, treating yourself to whatever you wanted, ignoring the ache between your legs that could go away if you had Jungkook.
By saturday morning you still weren't feeling too good. Which is why you've decided to text your best friend Megan for a little spa day - which of course, she immediately agreed to.
After the most relaxing day of facials, body scrubs, massages, manicures and pedicures - you and Megan are finally feeling surreal, chilling in a jacuzzi. After a while of silence, Megan turns her head to look at you.
"You've been rather quiet today. What's up?" she asks.
"I'm always quiet."
"Not like this." she nudges your foot under the warm water with her own. "Something's on your mind. I can see you're thinking too hard."
"I'm just tired." you lie.
"bullshit .
You crack one eye open, noticing that she's watching you. Who are you kidding? This is Megan, your best friend of over nineteen years. If something's wrong with you, she'd definitely know.
You let out a defeated sigh. "It's a lot." you admit. "The empire, the expectations
. And there's - the rest of it,"
"The rest of it being your extremely hot, extremely forbidden hate sex situationship with Jeon Jungkook.?"
You groan and give her an annoyed look. "Don't start."
"I'm not starting. I'm just stating facts." she gives you a small smirk. "You two still pretend you hate each other's guts while simultaneously trying to break each others's pelvis everytime there's a gala?"
You glare at her. "I do hate him."
"Mmh."
"I can't stand him."
"Sure."
"He's arrogant, stupid, fucking annoying-"
"That's funny, you say." Megan cuts in. "You light up like a Christmas tree the second his name comes up."
You open your mouth, close it then open it again. "I only need his dick." you force the words out, knowing that they might not be entirely true. "That's it. Hate fuck. No feelings. No complications."
"It's okay to want more than that, you know." she says softly.
"I don't want more. I just want to write. I want to be free. I want to be... happy,"
Megan reaches over and squeezes your shoulder. "It's okay, y/n. You're allowed to want all of that. You shouldn't be forced to do anything you don't want to."
You swallow a little lump forming in your throat. "They think marriage will fix everything and we'll have more power. They haven't said it yet but I can feel it coming."
"So what're you gonna do when they pick someone?" Megan asks softly.''
"Then I guess I'm gonna have to learn to live with it." you let out a bitter laugh.
She doesn't say anything, silence sits between the two of you for a minute before she bumps her shoulder with yours.
"Jungkook's not on that list, is he?"
You grin in disbelief. "Definitely not. My father would sooner shoot him than shake his hand."
"You're not gonna miss him afterwards?"
You don't answer her right away. Because if you had again, it would taste too bitter. Would you miss Jungkook? You're not just scared to admit the truth to Megan, you're afraid to admit the truth to yourself as well. The ugly truth that's been developing for the past few months.
"That doesn't matter."
Megan smiles sadly. "You're gonna be okay."
You lean in closer and lay your head on her shoulder, feeling relieved that you've finally gotten some things off your chest,
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Once you get into your apartment, you kick off your shoes by the door and take off your coat, dropping it somewhere. With a loud sigh, you head straight towards the bar cabinet and grab the most expensive wine you have and pour a generous glass.
As you sip on the wine, you think to yourself. You don't want to marry some stranger. Wake up next to someone you know absolutely nothing about. Be with a person whose touch would feel foreign to you. Someone who would be polite with you, instead of the possessiveness you're now used to.
But, at the same time, you don't want to disappoint your parents. Legacy means everything to them, so you're not going to let them down. Even if it means spending the rest of your life being a miserable trophy married to a business partner.
Just as most times when you're feeling stressed or uneasy, your mind wanders off to Jungkook. How addictive his touches are. How rough he can be, yet so gentle. How he fucks you so good, you can't think of anyone else but him.
You want him here right now. Want him to shove you against the nearest surface, wrap your legs around his waist and fuck every last coherent thought out your head. You want him here to make you forget all about the weight of the crowns you never asked for...
You set the wine glass down and pick up your phone, opening your messages with him. Most of the texts are filthy things - provocative, sexy pictures sent to each other. Coordinates for hookup spots. Before you can think yourself out of it, you're typing a message
You : you busy tonight?
The three dots appear almost immediately,
Jungkook : yeah. Got things to handle til late.
After reading his message you let out a highly frustrated groan and carelessly toss your phone onto the couch.
"Fucking asshole. Busy when I need something."
You gulp down a huge sip of wine before you end up cursing him out.
You love sex, love the intimacy of it, love the way it feels, love absolutely everything about it. You've always been a rather needy woman, always. And when things first happened with Jungkook, your needs had become even more unbearable.
The first time with him happened almost a year ago. You were both dealing with business when something went wrong for both of you. You both ended up hurt, cornered somewhere with nowhere to go - stuck with each other.
The details of what happened that night is a story for another time ;) But somehow, for some reason, Jeon Jungkook had ended up kissing you. For unknown reasons you had started kissing him back. You kissed each other as if you were fighting, tongues colliding together, teeth clashing,saliva dripping down your chins.
Soon enough clothes were getting pulled off, bodies were gettting marked up and you were moaning the name you despised the most as he gave you the best orgasms of your life.
Since then, the two of you had made it a thing. Instead of killing each other, you used each other - fucking where you could - in his car, in yours, in private jets, in warehouses, in hotels he'd book.
The sex you have with Jungkook was undoubtedly the best thing you could ever experience. He's perfect when it comes to giving you a good time. He loves when you ride his face, loves eating you out until you're oversensitive and screaming his name, loves fucking you good and edging you until you're crying, creampies he'd finger back inside you while whispering the filthiest things in your ear. There are so many things that you and him have tried and have yet to try, and the thought of that excites you every single time.
You're certain Jungkook loves this as much as you do, if not, he loves it even more than you do. He is pussy-whipped for you. You can tell by the way he moans when he sinks into you, the way he messages you at the oddest hours to tell you how horny he is thinking about you, the way he usually cancels everything if you send him something provocative, and so much more.
It's just a mutual hate-addiction thing between the two of you. You hate his guts. You tell yourself that every time you come around his cock. And anyways, he's just a cocky bastard who loves to get under your skin, especially when he teases you about your 'princess' status even when he's balls deep inside you.
You want to kill him sometimes, strangle him with your bare hands, shoot him - anything.
But there's another part of you that hated those thoughts (even though you'd probably wouldn't actually kill him). Sometimes you thought to yourself; What if you don't actually hate him? "What if you and him actually got to know each other? What if there could be something more between you two?
You push the thoughts away, drinking some more wine. Jungkook's a good fuck. The best fuck. You don't need more, neither do you want more. You just need him to relieve your stress and give you pleasure. But unfortunately, tonight he isn't coming.
You walk to your bedroom, lay on your bed and stare at the ceiling, trying not to think about how empty your bed feels since Jungkook isn't in it. You try not to imagine him on top of you, pinning you down, kissing while promising to fuck you exactly how you like it...
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The next few days go by quickly. You haven't done much, since there wasn't a lot for you to do - other than a few errands your parents asked you to handle, or random outings with Megan.
It's been a bit boring, but rather peaceful and relaxing, the only thing that had been worrying you was the fact that you had no messages from Jungkook. Not a single text asking to see you, not a single picture from him, not even a single voice note. Usually he'd reach out at least once or twice a week, sometimes more if the week had been boring. But now there's been nothing but silence.
Throughout these days you've tried to convince yourself that it doesn't matter, you don't even care. He's busy, he's an asshole, maybe he's got his dick up someone else. It's fine. Good for him. It doesn't bother you. You don't need him.
Except you do need him. And that's been abundantly clear every time you touched yourself and failed to bring to yourself even a quarter of the pleasure he brings to you.
By Thursday evening you were feeling rather miserable, and to make your matters worse, your phone buzzed with a message.
Mother : Sweetheart, we have another event this Saturday. Your father insists we all attend together. Dress appropriately.
You groan loudly. Yet another night of forced smiles, politics and fake performances. You're so tired of it, you almost tell your mother that you're in no mood to attend when you remember something. Jungkook will be there, of course he will. None of the Jeons ever miss prestigious events, they show up to these things as if it's the biggest blessing.
You're itching to see Jungkook. He hasn't said anything in longer than usual, so you're very curious about his whereabouts. On Saturday night you'll corner him somewhere quiet and kick him in his groin and demand he tell you why he's been ghosting you.
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It's finally Saturday night. You're standing in front of your mirror assessing how you look. You look beautiful, wearing a long, emerald-coloured dress with the neckline dipping enough to show some cleavage and a slit that shows your thigh every time you take a step. Your hair is let down and you've touched up with just a bit of make-up. You look perfect, but inside, you're far from it – you're feeling nervous.
Once you reach the venue with your parents, you enter and take your seats. As discreet as possible, you start scanning the crowd. The Jeon table is already occupied. Mr Jeon sitting beside his wife, along with some of their other family and advisors, but no Jungkook. Your heart drops. Jungkook is always here, he'd never miss such events.
You force your gaze away and accept a glass of champagne from a passing server. Your mother says something to you, but you barely register her words, since your mind is completely elsewhere. Where the fuck is he?
You keep your eyes forward as the elderly host welcomes all the guests. For the next couple of minutes you watch as people converse with one another. Watching as you sit alone, hoping that he'll just show up soon – not because you're eager* to see him or anything! But because he really deserves to get kicked in his balls. That's all.
After a while, the doors open again. You turn your attention to the late arrivals, and there Jungkook is. Painfully looking as handsome as ever in a black tuxedo with his hair a little messy, just as you like it. His movements cause multiple heads to turn to him and look at him with either respect, admiration or envy.
But he's not alone. A woman is clinging to his arm. She's beautiful and elegant-looking wearing a silky pink gown that hugs her curves. She leans into Jungkook as they walk, her head tilted on his shoulder, and he... he's smiling at her. Smiling at her as if she's the most interesting thing in the room.
The glass of champagne freezes halfway to your lips. They walk over to the Jeon family table together. When Jungkook's mother sees them, the warmest smile spreads across her face. She stands to greet the woman, lightly kissing both her cheeks. "So lovely to see you again, darling." she says clearly enough for everyone around them to hear. The girl smiles back sweetly and lets Jungkook guide her into the seat right beside him.
A cold shiver runs down your spine. You force your gaze back to the stage to whatever the host is talking about. Your fingers tighten around your glass, you're certain it might break. A few minutes later, you glance back at Jungkook, he glances at you too, making brief eye contact before he looks away. He looks away as though so very recently, he did not fuck you so passionately, so needily.
Your blood turns to ice. Is this why he ghosted you? He found himself a real girlfriend? One who he can bring to fancy events. Someone who his mother clearly approves of. Someone who isn't a secret he has to hide. You want to walk over there, yell at him and beat the shit out of him, but how can you?
Despite all the anger you're currently feeling, buried deep beneath, something you don't want to acknowledge is that you may be hurt. But of course, you tell yourself that you don't care who else he fucks, who he dates because you hate him. And right now you hate him more than ever.
You don't look at him again, you keep your eyes anywhere but him. Though many times, you've gotten the feeling of him looking at you.
You look completely unbothered, but mentally you're cursing him. Piece of shit. How dare he?
The event isn't even halfway done when you watch movement in your peripheral vision. Jungkook and the girl are standing. He murmurs something to his mother before offering the woman his arm again, she takes it with a smile. He walks her toward the exit with his hand on her lower back as she continues clinging to him.
You endure the rest of the event with your parents, until it's time to go home.
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The days after the event were unbearable for you, and unfortunately for everyone around you as well. You were being rather bitchy to your assistants, your mother and anyone else really. Everyone has been getting the worst of your mood swings.
One of the days, you had printed a booklet filled with pictures of Jungkook's face so you could use them on dummies at your family's private shooting range to practise your headshots. And not so surprisingly, you had blown the heads off of all the dummies. At a sparring session, you had taped one of the pictures to the punching bag and beat it up, vividly imagining that it actually was Jungkook
A few nights after that, as if he was trying to get under your skin, he had the audacity to message you.
Jungkook : you up? Can I come over.
The audacity that this man has astounds you. You type messages swearing at him before deleting them, deciding to be mature and block him instead.
the following evening you sit at your desk and decide to pour your rage into pages. You describe your male as very similar to Jungkook (which you often do) and describe the female lead as similar to you. In your little story, the female lead becomes aggravated with the male and ends up trying to physically harm him.
Somehow, things end up becoming even more tense between them and they share the most heated kiss, until things elevate. You write the scene until it starts to read like something too close to reality. Something too close to what you and Jungkook would end up doing.
You slam your laptop shut, telling yourself that none of those stories you've written are about him. None of the stories you've written in there are anything about the experiences you've had with him. You'd never write about him. You love to write whereas you have nothing but hate for Jungkook. It would be too ironic.
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On Saturday evening, you're still feeling quite awful. You need something urgently, something to make you feel good. You reach in your freezer for some soju, just to help quiet the noise in your head. You're about to open the bottle when you hear a sound upstairs, the sound of your window opening followed by steps.
Your heart skips a beat. Nobody gets past your security, absolutely nobody.
Quietly you take one of the knives from your kitchen drawer. Your parents have made you train how to fight, you know how to use weapons, so you know exactly how to draw blood without killing.
You walk up the stairs to your bedroom. The bedroom door is cracked open; you push it open with your shoulder whilst keeping your knife raised. A hooded figure is stepping in, a figure you recognise immediately despite the darkness. Once he's properly inside, he gently closes the window.
Without hesitation, you close the distance, hook your arm around his throat from behind and yank him backwards and hold the knife firmly to his throat.
"Don't move." you warn him.
He freezes before pulling his hood down.
"Hey hey, it's me." he says quickly with his hands up. "It's just me, princess. Put the knife down."
You stare at the side of his face, remembering how he brought another woman to the event, yet still has the guts to show up here as if you're just going to allow it. Your grip on the knife doesn't loosen, instead you press it harder against his skin.
Jungkook's breath hitches and his eyebrows knit together, his confusion turning more cautious.
"Baby... what are you doing? It's me." he whispers.
You lean in closer so your lips brush his ear.
"What the hell are you doing breaking into my house?" you ask. "You think you can just come here after ghosting me?"
Jungkook swallows. "I just came to see you. I've been calling and texting, you haven't picked up once. I thought something was wrong."
You huff out a bitter laugh. "Something wrong? Yeah. You. You're what's fucking wrong, Jeon."
He blinks once, confusion mixing with his fear. He's scared, not necessarily scared of the knife being pressed to his throat (he's been threatened with worse), he's scared of you, like this.
"You blocked me?" he asks.
"Yes, I did."
He exhales through his nose. "Then why the fuck are you acting like i ghosted you on purpose? I've been-"
"Shut up." You press the knife even harder, until a thin red line appears on his skin "You're stupid for coming here. I don't want to see you. I could kill you right now and nobody would know."
His adam's apple bobs. And then faster than you can process, he twists. His forearm knocks the knife out of your hand while the other grabs your wrist tightly, causing the knife to clatter on the floor. You don't even have time to gasp when he spins you and slams you back against the wall, pinning both your hands on top of your head, using one of his hands.
He uses his body to keep you in place, his chest pressing against yours, his hips flush against yours, his thigh slotting between yours. Your breath hitches when his free hand comes up to cradle the side of your face, a bit roughly.
"Gotcha." he teases
Your heart's racing so fast, you're almost sure he can feel it.
Fuck, you love this. You hate that you do. You love the way he manhandles you, so rough and possessive, all dominating. Your body reacts before your brain can catch up, your nipples harden and you feel that little flutter in your lower belly. But even despite your growing arousal, you're still so fucking angry.
He leans in slowly, his nose brushing the side of your neck. Earlier on you had the longest bath, shaved, used the sweetest smelling soap and applied your favourite moisturizer. You've done that for yourself, to feel good. You surely did not expect Jungkook to be here inhaling your smell as if you're a drug. He exhales shakily, letting out a soft groan.
"Fuck," he curses against your throat. "You smell so good."
His kisses on your neck start off soft, then they become open-mouthed, his tongue flicking out to taste you. You gasp when he starts biting you. He goes further up to suck just below your ear, hard enough to leave a mark.
"What's wrong, princess?" he asks roughly. "You're angry. Talk to me."
You keep quiet, not wanting to answer him. He pulls back to look at you, his eyes searching yours.
"Baby..."
"Don't call me that."
He exhales through his nose again, sounding a bit frustrated. He kisses your neck again while rolling his hips against you, grinding his hardness against you causing you let out an involuntary high moan.. Jungkook pulls back to look at you again.
"Tell me what I did."
You say nothing, he waits for your answer that is not coming anytime soon. You just stare up at him. He sighs before dropping his forehead to yours.
Soft and almost pleading, he asks; "What's wrong? Why are you being like this?"
Hearing him ask what's wrong, as if he's not the source of your anger further enrages you. You're not sure what comes over you, but you do what you've been meaning to do – you knee him square in the balls.
He groans and sucks in a sharp breath, followed by a few curses. He stumbles to the side, one of his hands going down to cup himself as the other hand braces on the wall. The pain he feels is strong, but it's not excruciating. It was your intention just to hurt him a little, not to break your favourite part of him.
After the pain seems to fade, he straightens with his jaw clenched. You don't wait to see how he recovers, instead you walk towards the bedroom door, eager to get away from him. If he values his life, he better get out the same way he came in.
You make it about three steps to the door when suddenly strong arms are being wrapped around your waist, lifting you off your feet. You squeal, shocked and furious.
"Jungkook! Put me the fuck down!"
He does not listen to you, instead he carries you over to your bed and drops you face down on it. Before you can get up to swing at him, he delivers a very hard smack to your ass. Involuntarily you let out a high pitched gasp, jerking forward a bit.
The delicious sting of his smack goes straight between your legs. Fuck. You hate how your body betrays every single time. You're a sucker for his hands on you, you've always been one. You love his touches - whether they're rough or gentle, punishing you or praising you. The second Jungkook touches you, your brain short circuits and you get rather excited*
He leans over you, so his chest is pressed against your back. One knee is between your thighs to keep you spread open. He delivers another smack to your ass, this time it's even harder. You fail to hold back the moan that makes its way from your throat, it's so needy that you want to punch yourself.
"There she is." he murmurs against your ear lowly. "My princess making those pretty sounds for me."
"Fuck off." you try to say, as petty as possible. Though, it just comes out breathless.
He chuckles at that, rubbing your ass cheek softly, soothing the skin through your thin, silky shorts. His hand goes down to caress you where your thigh meets your ass cheek. He bends to press a soft, open-mouthed kiss there then a lot more.
You squeeze your eyes shut. How the hell can he do this? How can he climb through your window, man handle you, spank you and kiss you so intimately after everything?
You hate him so much right, yet you've missed him too. You've spent nights alone, dreaming of him being here, doing exactly what he's doing now. But now he's here, aching to please you and all you want to do is dig his eyes out. Jungkook shifts a bit, pressing his hips forward so you can feel exactly how hard he is.
"Been thinking about this pretty pussy nonstop. You gonna make it better, baby? Or you gonna keep being a brat and making me beg?"
You bite your bottom lip, wanting to do both of those options. But you're still feeling petty so you keep quiet instead, not giving him any answer.
He lets out a long, frustrated exhale. "You're really gonna do this tonight."
Again, you don't answer.
"Do you want me gone?"
"Yes."
He stops for a few seconds, breathing in and out, his cock throbbing against your ass. Eventually, he sighs deeply and pushes off you. The sudden absence of his weight on you feels awful. You didn't think that he'd actually get off.
"Fine," he says softly. "If that's what you want."
He stands, adjusts himself and turns to your room window, walking toward it. Once you hear him opening it, panic claws its way up your throat. You roll over fast.
"Jungkook. Wait "
For a while, he stands there for a moment, with his back turned to you. Slowly, he turns back to face you, his eyes meeting yours, you notice that he looks a little hurt.
"I'm not gonna force you. If you want me gone, I'll go."
You stare up at him with your chest tight. You want him to stay, you need him to stay, and you hate the fact that you do.
"Don't go." you whisper.
Jungkook sighs, walking back over to you. You're looking up at him with the prettiest expression he's ever seen. Your eyes are a little glassy, your lips slightly parted. The look undoes him, makes him weak, so fucking weak. He's faced dangerous men who've had loaded guns pressed to his forehead, and even then he'd been okay. But with you - you unravel him in ways he never thought were possible.
He stops right in front you. He reaches out, his knuckles grazing your jaw. His hand opens to cup the side of your face as his thumb caresses your bottom lip. Your breath hitches, he uses the opportunity to press the tip of his thumb inside your mouth. Your lips close around it gently first before you start sucking and twirling your tongue around it while maintaining eye contact with him.
Jungkook swallows hard, his other hand balling into a fist at his side as if he's trying to hold himself back from grabbing your hair and yanking you down to suck onto something else.
"What's the matter, baby?" he asks rough, yet tenderly. "You've been so mad ever since I came."
He pulls his thumb free with a wet pop, brings it to his own mouth and licks your spit off it with his eyes locked onto yours. You stare back at him, your mouth opening and then closing, still holding back your answer.
Jungkook sighs again softly before leaning down close. So close that his nose brushes yours.
"Can I kiss you?" he asks.
You give him a confused, almost amused look. How dare he act polite now after spanking your ass the way he did?
Your lips pout just a little - enough for him to understand what you're saying. He grins, closing the distance. The kiss starts off gentle and soft. But you're not in the mood for his gentleness or softness. Your hands fly up to his hoodie, bringing him closer to insert your tongue into his mouth whilst kissing him harder.
He lets you dominate for a few seconds until he takes control as usual. His hand makes its way to the back of your neck, threading into your hair to tilt your head exactly where he wants it. His other hand goes to your waist, pulling you flush against him. He kisses you like he's trying to suffocate you, it's filthy and possessive. His tongue thrusts into your mouth making you whimper into his mouth. He sucks onto your bottom lip, nips on it then soothes it with his tongue
You try to fight for dominance – pushing against his chest, trying to change the angle, trying to get control. Jungkook just tightens his grip, growls low in throat and keeps dominating you. Until the memory of him walking into that event with that woman on his side, smiling with her, being glued to her, his mother beaming at her as if she's her future daughter-in-law - the memory hits you, ugly and unwelcomed. You bite down hard on Jungkook's lip.
He winces and breaks the kiss with a hiss, a little bit of blood blooms on lip. He looks at you with something dark and wild in his eyes, before suddenly placing his hands on your hips and flipping you onto all fours with effortless strength. You squeal, surprised. Before you can snap at him, his fingers find the waistbands of your shorts and your underwear underneath and pulls them down.
They pool at your knees, so now you're presented to him with your bare ass up, back arched and pussy glistening. He groans before leaning down to sink his teeth into one of your ass cheeks, biting on it as revenge.
You gasp and moan loudly at the same time. "Jungkook-"
He soothes the mark almost immediately, kissing his bite mark softly.
"Payback." he says against your skin.
He leans down lower, spreading you wider with his hands before latching his mouth on you. He doesn't start off slow, he licks you from your entrance to your clit greedily. You cry out loudly, your hips bucking back against his face.
He groans into you as if you're the best thing he's ever eaten. Because you are. He missed this – he missed you. Missed the way you taste, missed the way you get so wet for him, missed the you sound. He eats you out like he's starving. His lips latch onto your clit, sucking softly then becoming harder, thrusting his tongue into your entrance, while his tongue nudges your clit every time.
You're loud, you're always extremely loud. Moans escaping you loud and needy. "Jungkook- fuck. Right there, don't stop."
He hums against you, the vibrations turning you on even more. His hand grips your thigh tightly, holding you in place to prevent you from moving an inch from his mouth. After a very few minutes, you're shaking, moaning even louder.
"Jungkook- I'm- ah."
Jungkook always knows when you're close. He doubles his efforts, sucking and tongue fucking you even harder until you're releasing while moaning his name. He doesn't stop. He keeps licking you up slowly until you're whimpering softly. He pulls back to breathe, before leaving a few pecks on your swollen and sensitive pussy
He straightens and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. You turn over so you can watch him. He reaches behind his neck to pull his hoodie over his head, his shirt follows afterwards.
You missed this sight more than you'd ever admit. The sight of Jeon Jungkook standing near your bed shirtless, flushed, looking so lustful. He's definitely the most attractive man you've ever seen – handsome, tall, muscular, tatted. You can't look away from him.
He catches you staring, his eyes darken and he gives you a small smirk. His hands move to his belt so that he can unbuckle it and put it aside. He pulls down the zip on his pants and pulls his pants down, along with his boxers. His cock springs free, hard, thick and leaking at the tip.
You get off the bed, getting to your knees. Your mouth waters and your pussy clenches at the thought of having him in your mouth as soon as possible. At this moment all you think of is how you're about to give him the best head. You're concerning yourself with the event, with the other woman, nothing.
You wrap your hand around his thick cock and guide the tip to your mouth. Your tongue swirls around it, licking and swallowing the precum. Jungkook hisses through his teeth. One of his hands finds the back of your head - not controlling your movements, just holding instead.
"Ah fuck, good girl..." he breathes.
You hum around him, content at the praise. You know he likes it so you take him deeper and hollow your cheeks as you suck on him. You've given him head countless times so over time you've learnt how to give him the most enjoyable time.
You're pleasuring him exactly the way he likes – deep throating with saliva dripping down your chin. Jungkook's hips start jerking, chasing your mouth as you start bobbing your head.
"Just like that." he groans.
His free hand finds yours near his thigh and he intertwines them together.
"You're taking me so well, princess."
You moan around him, high and needy. Again, loving his praise. You pick up the pace, going faster until wet, slurping sounds fill the room. Saliva drips down your chin onto your chest, but you don't stop, you suck him deeper until your eyes water. Jungkook's losing it. His hand grips your hair tightly now as he thrusts into your mouth as gently as he possibly can.
"Gonna come-" he pants. "You want it down your throat?"
You answer by twirling your tongue around him, trying to take him impossibly deeper. He groans as he comes hard, down your throat. You swallow it as your head still bobs slowly. Jungkook curses under his breath.
When he finally stops pulsing, you pull off slowly until the tip is out your mouth with a string of saliva still connecting your mouth to him. You look up at through your slightly wet lashes, he stares down at you with an unreadable look.
You stand up slowly and sit back on the bed, propping yourself on your elbows. Jungkook stands there frozen for a few moments. Fuck, you're gorgeous. Eyes watery, chin wet, hair messy. He wants to tell you, wants to drop to his knees and tell you that you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, that just looking at you makes his heart flutter, that he'd climb through your window every night if he could, just to see you for five minutes.
But the small ache that's still there in balls reminds him that you'd probably knee him again if he tried to be soft with you. So he doesn't speak, he just climbs onto the bed, hovering over you. He kisses you filthy and hungry. Your tongues slide together, tasting each other. Both of you moan and groan into each other's mouths animalistically.
It's one of your nastiest make-out sessions yet - teeth clashing, tongues colliding. He sucks onto your tongue, pulls it between his lips and thrusts his tongue into your mouth. He grinds against you causing his cock to slide against your inner thigh.
You arched up into him, nails digging into his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. He breaks the kiss to lift your camisole top up so it bunches at your arms. He doesn't pull it completely off yet, he just leans down and licks between your cleavage. He comes back to lick one of your nipples, sucking it into his mouth.
You gasp, back arching off the bed and fingers flying to his hair. He groans around your nipple before switching to your other breast. He sucks and bites on it, making sure to leave his marks on you. As he sucks on the one, he palms the other, squeezing while using his thumb to play with your nipple.
"Gonna fuck you so good tonight." he mumbles roughly. "Gonna ruin this pretty pussy so every time you walk you'll remember I was here, so you remember that you're all mine."
You love this side of him. You love how possessive he sounds over you, how he praises you, but the words do not sit right with you tonight. 'Mine.' When he walked into that event with someone else by his side. The anger suddenly surges back, but you don't say or do anything yet. You know how you're going to torment him and you're about to enjoy it more than anything.
Jungkook pulls your camisole off completely, tosses it somewhere then gets his pants and boxers off. He's completely naked now. He settles between your thighs while he keeps kissing you wherever he can reach – on your throat, your collarbone and between your breasts.
One of his hands reaches down to wrap around his length, guiding himself to your entrance. He nudges the tip through your folds, teasing the both of you and he smears his precum with your wetness until you're both softly groaning. He looks down at you, his eyes dark and wild and lustful.
"You want me, baby?" he asks, his voice rough and heavy with restraint.
You stare up at him, your nails now digging into his shoulders a bit angrily. Instead of answering him, you lift your hips, trying to slide yourself down onto him, taking him slowly. Jungkook curses and pushes in the rest of the way, stretching you open until he's buried all the way.
You both freeze for a second, breathing in each other's air. After a short while, Jungkook starts to move into you. His hands find yours and he intertwines them above your head. He pulls out then sinks in even deeper with a loud groan.
"Fuck." his forehead drops down onto yours and his eyes flutter shut. "This is the best feeling in the world. Nothing comes close to this.
He truly means it. To him there's nothing better than being buried inside you and feeling you wrap around him. It's addictive to him, he could spend the rest of his life buried in your pussy and be the happiest man on Earth.
You're soaking wet, allowing him to thrust into you with ease. He moves slowly at first, pulling out and pushing back in, until he goes deeper and harder. Fucking you in the way that drives you insane for him.
By now you're moaning, unfiltered and needy. Your nails rake down his back, hard enough to leave your marks on him. Your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his lower back to pull him deeper.
Jungkook loves how you get when he fucks you. He loves how needy you get, how pretty you sound. He doesn't know why it gets him so hard and turned on, why hearing you fall apart because of him makes him feel so possessive over you. Jungkook wishes he could experience this feeling forever. Just you and him, being so intimate and desperate for each other.
"Listen to you." he groans against your ear, fucking you harder now. "So loud for me. Taking me so well."
You're enjoying this way too much. Jungkook is being so perfect tonight. He's rough and praising – just the way you love him. You can feel him everywhere, on top of you, inside of you, surrounding you.
This has to be one of the best fucks you and him have ever had. Maybe it's because you're angry at him, and maybe it's because you felt something you'd hate to admit when you saw him with that woman. Maybe those are reasons why you're enjoying it so much, it's because a part of you is glad that he's here, pleasuring you.
But even as you melt under him and the pleasure builds, your mind still wanders off to places you wish it wouldn't. What if he fucks that woman like this? What if he whispers the same filthy praises in her ears? What if he tells her that being inside of her is the best thing ever?
Your nails grip into his back harder, with a small intention to hurt him. To make your marks on him even more visible and obvious. Jungkook hisses, both in pain and pleasure. His pace increases as if you marking him turns him on more.
"Fuck, mark me up, baby." he pants. "Let everyone know who I belong to."
You almost let out a bitter laugh, because it sounds so ironic. Purposely, you clench around him hard, pussy fluttering tightly around his cock causing Jungkook's perfect rhythm to stutter. A moan escapes Jungkook and his hips jerk forward.
"Fuck – don't - don't do that–"
He loves when you do that, when you squeeze tightly, clenching around his cock, trapping him inside you. But on the downside, it makes him come way too fast – embarrassingly fast. Every time you do it, he begs you to stop. His hips thrust forward as he pant.
"Baby stop. I'm gonna – "
You do not stop, instead you clench and unclench around him until he's groaning loudly and releasing into you. He buries his face in your neck, hips bucking as he comes with a curse.
When it's over he stays there breathing hard with his hands still laced with yours. The bliss for him does not last. He lifts his head slowly and looks at you, realising that he hasn't made you come. You're just looking at him with something mean in your eyes. Jungkook's eyebrows knit together.
He does not like this. He never ever likes coming before you. It feels wrong, like he failed you somehow. He always wants you to come first, or at least to come with him. That's how it should be. Your pleasure before his own. Your pleasure is his priority.
He pulls out slowly and braces himself on his forearms above your head. "Baby..." you notice he sounds quite pissed off. "What the fuck was that?"
You blink up at him, looking like the picture of innocence. "Hmm?" you hum sweetly. "What was what?"
Jungkook stares down at you. He opens his mouth, wanting to say something. He wants to question you, wants to accuse you. He wants to ask what the hell is going on in that head of yours? Why are you doing this? He swallows his questions and leans in slowly to kiss the corner of your mouth before pulling back to look at you.
You stare at him, he's all flushed with his hair messy. You can't help but think that he looks cute like this. Way too cute for someone who can kill with his bare hands. Your heart does something stupid and infuriating. You hate him for making you feel this way.
He reaches down, grabs his discarded shirt and uses it to wipe between your thighs where his release still spills out. He tosses the shirt somewhere and lines himself at your entrance again.
You're still wet, but still, he pushes in slowly until he's deep inside. You both exhale. He stays still for a second, feeling how you're still lightly fluttering around him. He starts to move through your tight walls against your sensitive spots that he knows so well. He knows your body better than his own, so he definitely knows how to give you a good time.
You moan right against his ear and he groans lowly in response. He buries his face in your neck and starts kissing you there, open-mouthed and hungrily. You tug his hair, pulling him closer, motivating him to pick up the pace. Your breasts bounce with every one of his thrusts and Jungkook cannot stop staring at you.
"You're so pretty when you're getting fucked." he rasps.
He hooks his hands under your knees and brings your legs up over his shoulders. The new angle allows him to sink in even deeper. Your eyes flutter shut at the perplexing feeling.
Minutes pass, sweat forms on Jungkook's temple, dropping down to his jaw, making him look even hotter. His stamina is insane, he could usually go on for hours. His focus right now is on making you come all for him.
He's been very needy as of recently, since he hasn't been sexually active in a very long time, so when he feels his own pleasure building in his lower belly and his thighs starting to shake, he's not surprised.
He can feel that you're close as well, your pussy starts fluttering around him. You're so close. He brings your legs down and hooks them around his waist so he can hover over you with his forearms braced on either side of your head. He's close enough to you that you both breathe in each other's breaths. He kisses your jaw, the corner of your mouth and you cheek bone before leaning to your ear to speak roughly.
"I'm close, baby. Come with me." he whispers. "Please – wanna feel you come on my dick. Wanna come together."
Your pussy flutters around him greedily and he groans. "Fuck, yeah–"
You're milking him hard, making his head spin. He cannot hold himself, he comes hard, burying himself inside you with a moan, his hips jerking through it. He waits, waiting to feel your walls seize him deep and gush around him. But there's nothing, absolutely nothing. You're panting and breathing heavily but you haven't released.
Jungkook processes it for a few seconds, then slowly, he pulls out. His cock is still hard, but softens now that the pleasure is being replaced by something else entirely. He braces himself on his forearm, hovering over you.
He asks, low and quite annoyed, "Are you doing this on purpose?"
Again, you look up at him innocently. "Doing that?" you tilt your head at him, faking confusion. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Jungkook clenches his jaw. He exhales through his nose, frustrated. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. You're not coming. You're holding it back just to fuck with me."
You let out a small scoff. "Maybe you're just not doing a good enough job."
The words hit Jungkook right where it hurts the most. He freezes for a few seconds. Then his eyes darken, his fingers grip the sheet as if he's trying to hold himself back. What you just told him is the worst thing you could've ever told him, it bruises him like nothing else. You've told him that he isn't good enough for you, that he could not satisfy you.
He growls low, "You fucking brat."
He roughly flips you over so you're on your stomach. You gasp and barely have time to brace yourself before he yanks you up, so you're on fours in front of him. Your face is pressed into the sheets and your ass in the air. His slaps your ass cheek hard, so hard that the sound echoes in your massive room. You yelp and moan, jerking forward.
His hand wraps around throat, tilting your head back so you're arching. He pulls you up until your back is against his chest and your head resting on his shoulder. His warm breath fans your ear. His other hand goes down to deliver a smack directly to your clit. You cry out shamelessly, pain and pleasure shooting through you.
"Stop your fucking shit." he growls against your ear. "Right now."
You laugh breathlessly, your head lolling against his shoulder. "Why? What are you gonna do about it, Jeon?"
His grip on your throat tightens slightly and his teeth graze your earlobe. "I'm gonna fuck that attitude out of you."
His hand between your thighs moves up higher, he slides two fingers through your folds, circling your clit. You whimper, melting into his touch even as you try to stay defiant.
"You think I don't know what you're doing?" he murmurs. "You think I don't know how you're trying to make me mad?"
His fingers press against your clit harder as he kisses your neck, sucking onto the marks he's left. He inserts his fingers inside you again, curling them deep. He finger-fucks you until you're panting and moaning again.
He carries on until he knows you're about to release, but still, you don't. You refuse to give him what he so desperately wants, you continue denying yourself just to spite him. You're still winning whatever fucked up game this is.
Jungkook pulls his fingers out abruptly and uses his hand to deliver another smack to clit before cupping it, feeling you throb against him. He tries to catch his breath, he's fuming at this point. What kind of torture is this?
But Jungkook being Jungkook, is not going to give up. He lines himself at your entrance again and sinks into you in a hard thrust. You moan, nails digging into his arm where it holds you across your stomach. Again, he starts fucking you, but harder and deeper now, keeping one arm securely around your waist and the other loosely around your neck.
You're so loud, whimpering and moaning softly – those sweet sounds he lives for. He goes on for long until he can feel the pleasure building for himself, warning him that he was going to come yet again but he can still feel you holding back.
He stops moving, his hips thrust forward one last time and he stays buried deep inside you. He lets out a frustrated groan as his forehead drops to your shoulder, both his hands moving to your hips now.
"What is your fucking problem?" he asks furiously, almost pleading.
For a moment, you say nothing. Then you finally let it out. "I can't stand you." you say, your own voice furious. It kind of sounds like you're at the verge of crying. "You're so stupid, Jungkook. So fucking blind. How can you be here, fucking me, when you brought someone along with you to the event? Let your mom beam at her, like she's something important to you–"
Jungkook freezes, although his grip on your waist tightens as he processes your little outburst. After a few seconds, he huffs out a laugh against your neck.
"Is this funny to you!?" you hiss, yanking forward trying to pull away from him.
His cock almost slips out of you, but you don't make it away because he pulls you back against him so roughly, your ass recoils against his hips. You hate yourself for the pure moan that spills out of you.
Jungkook's lips brush your ear as he speaks, "You're jealous." he says, smug and delighted.
"I'm not jealous." you spit, rageful. "I hate you. I hate that you think you just parade with someone else, then climb through my window like I'm yours to fuck whenever you want me."
"Oh, princess." he pulls out and thrusts inside you. "You are still mine. And yeah, I brought someone else to the event. She's just a family friend. An old arrangement my mom's been pushing for years. She doesn't mean shit. I don't want her, baby."
"Bullshit."
He presses a soft, tender kiss to the side of your neck. "You think I'd risk everything, my reputation, my life – just to be someone who isn't you?" his tone turns serious, losing the smugness. "You're the only person I want."
You're speechless, not believing what you just heard. But of course, you're not going to admit how happy his words have made you, so instead you clench around his cock hard. He winces and his hips jerk forward.
"Fuck." he grunts, letting out a ragged breath.
He sucks another mark onto your neck while rolling his hips into you.
"You think I look at anyone else the way I look at you?"
He thrusts into you deeply again, making you moan and arch your back.
"You're the only one," he growls, leaning down to nip at your earlobe. "The only one who makes me this stupid, this weak. This fucking desperate."
He punctuates each sent with a thrust before sticking to the perfect rhythm that has you moaning his name. He removes the hand from your throat and brings it down to your breasts to knead them.
"Look at these tits. So fucking perfect." he groans. "You know how many times I jerked off thinking about them?"
He pinches one of your nipples, making you whimper before he soothes it.
"You're so tight," he continues, his hips carry on thrusting in and out of you. "So wet, so fucking greedy. No one else feels like this."
He sucks more marks onto your neck while his hand goes down to rub your clit, causing you to cry out his name.
"Jungkook–ah"
Fuck. He wants those sounds in his mouth, he wants to swallow it, he wants to taste you. He grabs your face with his other hand, turning it to give you a messy kiss. He pushes his tongue inside your mouth,exploring and swallowing your pretty sounds.
Jungkook doesn't even understand what he wants anymore. All he knows is that he wants all of you. He never wants to ever pull out, he just wants to spend the rest of his life buried deep inside of you. His thrusts become even more relentless. He pulls out almost all the way before slamming back in. He puts a hand on your hip, pulling you against him to meet his thrust.
You're fluttering around him wildly, more than usual. Your breathless words become incoherent now, making Jungkook dizzy.
"Come on, baby." he growls against your mouth. "Come for me. I need to feel you."
You shamelessly scream his name as you gush around him. Warm liquid drips down his cock, soaking his thighs and sheets. Jungkook's eyes open wide as he feels the sensation, the wetness drenches him from the base to the tip. His thrusts stutter as he continues slamming into you
"Oh fuck–"
Jungkook is gone. He must be in paradise.
He releases, burying himself as deep as possible, coming into you while panting. He carries on going while you tremble and whimper beneath him.
When it finally ends, he collapses over you, his forehead on your back. He stays inside of you, not being able to out since you're still fluttering around him.
Jungkook is astounded. After a moment, he finally speaks. "Fuck... you just squirted all over me."
You immediately stiffen, feeling a sudden sense of embarrassment. You try to squirm away, but he tightens his hold on you, staying inside of you. You bury your face into your pillow and let out a mortified groan. Jungkook softly kisses your shoulder and then your neck.
"That was the hottest fucking thing ever." he rasps against you. "I'm gonna make you do it again and again."
You whimper, wanting to protest, but deciding against it, because you know that once Jungkook wants something, he's determined to get it. Especially if it revolves around you.
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Minutes later, the room is quiet. Jungkook lay on his back, an arm over his eyes, the other resting on his stomach. The sheets are damp beneath him, but it doesn't bother him. He stares at the ceiling, thinking.
He turns his head to look at you. You're laying on your side, facing away from him with a blanket covering half your naked body. Jungkook looks at you in pure admiration and desire. He could go again right now. Slide inside you from the back and go for another round or two, but he decides not to – he's a bit tired and you must be even more.
The distance between the two of you feels wrong, he wants your bodies to be touching, he wants contact with you. He shifts over, closing the gap until your back is pressed against his chest. He puts his arm over your waist, bringing you closer to him. You let him pull you close until your ass is nestled perfectly in between his thighs. He buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent – you smell like your sweet body wash, sweat, sex and mostly him. He kisses your neck a few times.
"Why're you so away from me?" he asks, against you.
You sigh. "I feel gross." you admit.
"I don't." he kisses under your jaw softly. "I feel incredible."
He caresses your stomach soothingly. "But I do think you should pee. And we should shower."
"Yeah..." you say.
He kisses your shoulder one more time before standing up. "Come on." he lets out his hand for you to take.
You take his hand, letting him pull you up. Your legs are wobbly so he steadies you by holding you and guiding you to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, Jungkook opens the taps, making sure that the temperature is perfect for you, while you pee.
After you're done, you step past him and into the shower. He follows after you. The hot water cascades over you, it feels absolutely amazing. Jungkook squeezes some of your body wash into his hands, planning to wash you. But you shrug him off, not wanting him to touch you.
His hands fall away. He takes a moment to look at you. You look really tense as if something is wrong. As much as he wants to, he doesn't try to get you to tell him. He just stands under the shower next to you and washes himself as well.
Once you're both done, you turn off the tap. Jungkook grabs a towel and wraps it around you. He then gets two more, one to wrap around hips and the other for your wet hair.
"Thanks." you tell him
He nods before following you out the bathroom and back to your bedroom. The sheets are a disaster so he takes them off, dumps them into the laundry basket and puts new ones on the bed.
Jungkook glances at you every now and then, watching as you dry your hair with a stoic expression. He finds his discarded boxers and puts them on before getting into bed with a tired sigh.
He watches you pull over a silky, short sleep dress and tie up your hair. You look like something out of a fever dream. A little ruined, his marks all over you, limping a little. You're so beautiful.
You get into the bed next to him, laying on your side, facing him now. None of you speak, you just stare into each other's eyes.
After a while you speak. "When did you start being so... affectionate?"
He raises an eyebrow at you, amused.
"Most of the time you just fuck me and leave, or I leave. You don't stay, hold me or do any of this."
Jungkook gives you a small smirk and moves closer to you, putting an arm around your waist to pull you against him so that there's absolutely no space between you. He dips his head to peck your lips then looks at you again.
"I feel bad.. For making you think that there was someone else."
You snort softly in disbelief.
"Although," he smirks. "You being jealous was so adorable."
You smack his chest. "I was not."
He hums sceptically. "Sure you weren't."
"I was not."
"Uh huh."
You glare at him, half-heartedly. He tightens his hold on you, pulling you even closer to make you snuggle against him.
"Goodnight, baby."
"Goodnight, Jungkook."
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The next evening comes quickly. Jungkook snuck out of your room early in the morning, making sure that nobody had seen him. Before leaving, he cradled your face in his hands and kissed you deep and desperately, asking you to unblock him and text him when you can. After he left, you felt a great sense of relief, but also missed him.
The rest of the day went by sprightly. You made yourself a delicious breakfast, you wrote and took a heavenly bath. Around six, your mother texted you, telling you to come by for dinner and to dress elegantly. You chose a beautiful outfit and got ready.
Soon, you're arriving at your family's estate, walking inside your childhood home to the dining room. When your mother sees you, she stands up and walks over to you.
"Sweetheart, there you are." she kisses your cheek before leading you to the table.
Your eyes wander over the scene before you. Your father sits at the table, across Mr Kim* and Mrs Kim, both of them looking sophisticated as always. And beside the, Sits a guy around your age.
He's tall, handsome, almost bewitching, you find yourself staring at him for a few seconds too long. You vaguely recognise him. He's Taehyung, heir of the Kims.
Your mother squeezes your waist gently and a little too enthusiastically. "Y/N, you remember the Kims?"
You nod politely, faking a smile.
"This," your mother says excitedly, "is their son, Taehyung. Taehyung, this is our daughter."
Taehyung stands. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you properly." he says, sounding rather amused.
"Likewise."
Your mother beams, looking between the two of you. "Why don't you sit, darling? Dinner's almost ready."
You nod and walk over to the table, taking a seat. Taehyung slides into the chair next to you and you catch the scent of his cologne, it's almost identical to Jungkook's, though you find Jungkook's much more preferable.
Your father clears his throat before raising his glass to make a toast. "To family and legacy."
Everyone raises their glasses and clinks together. Your mother waits until the clink fades, before she speaks.
"Sweetheart... we wanted to tell you this in person."
You stare at your mother with a poker face, though your awful suspicion grows. You want to throw up when your mother actually confirms your fear.
"Taehyung is your fiancé."
hii pookies, i worked so so so hard on this! i hope you guys enjoyed it🩷if you're interested, you can find part two on my patreon. either as a normal product — Best mistake 02 or on my membership tier — rkive (comes with other benefits, i will be posting everything on here first, along with extras in the future. feel free to check it out). also, ios users please try purchasing via the web to avoid paying extra fees. and once again, if you guys do support me, please know that i sincerely appreciate you <3
warnings – y/n's kinda emotional, mentions of period sex, possessive and kinda crazy jk, multiple rounds, multiple orgasms, mentions of oral, fingering, praising, jk makes out with her pussy, deep and rough sex, boob sucking, explicit language, i cannot mention a few things as it will spoil the story lol, but there's drama and a lot of cracking, etc...
Tags: fluff, explicit sexual content, HES DRAMATIC I LOVE HIM
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SFW
He’s a total koala in bed, no exceptions. Likes to sleep naked or in just boxers, bcuz he wants maximum skin contact. If ur wearing clothes, he’ll gently tug at the hem of ur shirt until u take it off so he can press his whole chest against ur back.
Actually gets a bit sulky if u’re on ur phone in bed. He’ll take it from ur hands, put it on the nightstand, and replace it with his head on ur lap or his hands pulling u back down to cuddle. “You’re developing bad habits that’s really offensive to me, you think the phone gonna cuddle with you?.”
He’s ridiculously handsy in a non-sexual, domestic way. Walking past u in the hallway, his hand will brush the small of ur back. Sitting at the table, his foot will find ur foot under it. Standing in line, his fingers will hook into ur belt loop or the back pocket of ur jeans, squeezing ur butt in the meantime.
Does NOT like closed doors between u. If u’re in the bathroom showering, he’ll come in to brush his teeth or just sit on the toilet lid and talk to u through the steam. The visual barrier of a curtain is fine, but a locked door hurts his feelings.
If ur doing chores, he’ll follow u from room to room like a shadow, talking about his day or just watching u fold laundry. He finds comfort in ur mundane presence. He’ll sit on the bed and hand u clothes to fold just to be involved.
He will literally get on his knees begging u to cook for him. Yep, he’s dramatic like that. He knows u won’t say no to him, u never do, especially for food. He just loves begging u for anything, and getting on his knees for u.
Gets genuinely sad if u have separate plans. He won’t throw a fit, but he’ll give u the biggest, most mournful puppy eyes and say, “Okay... have fun without me,” in a tone that implies he’ll be counting the minutes.
He’s hyper-aware of ur energy. If u’re stressed, he comes up behind u and just rests his forehead between ur shoulder blades, silent, sharing the weight. He doesn’t always need to fix it; he just needs to feel it with u.
Taehyung turns into a sad kicked puppy if he feels neglected. If u’re focused on something else for too long, he’ll eventually come over and lay his head on ur desk or book, blocking ur view, saying nothing. Just existing obtrusively until u pay attention to him.
Loves sharing everything. “Here, taste my drink.” Bites of his food. Even if he has his own blanket, he’ll want to share urs so he can be under the same fabric as u.
His ideal day off is literally just being in the same space as u, doing parallel play. Him editing photos on his phone while u read, legs tangled together on the couch, with occasional breaks where he shows u a picture or gets up to kiss ur temple for no reason.
The clinginess intensifies if he’s tired or sick. He turns into a giant, whiny baby who just wants to be held. He’ll drag u to bed at 3 PM on a Saturday because he wants a nap and “it doesn’t count if you’re not napping too.”
He finds reasons to come find u. “Do we have more coffee?" (He knows u do). “What do you think of this song?” (He’s played it for u five times). It’s never about the question; it’s about the three minutes of interaction it buys him.
He’s the type to stare, openly and without shame. If he thinks you look hot in an outfit, he’ll just stand there, eyes raking over you from head to toe, and say, “Yeah. Nope. We’re staying in.” Dead serious. Then he’ll walk over, pick you up, and carry you back to the bedroom, no arguments accepted.
When he wakes up in the middle of the night, feeling cold and the bed beside him empty, he’ll stand up looking for u, finding u in the bathroom. He’ll shuffle in, hair a mess, eyes squinting against the light, lean against the doorframe, and just watch you pee. Both of u looking at eo, “why didn’t u wake me?” He whispers, and ure too tired to reply to him so He just waits for u. When you’re done, he hands u toilet paper after u wash ur hand; takes your hand and leads you, half-asleep, back to bed, tucking you in before collapsing back onto his pillow. “Wake me up next time.” He murmured on the pillow, “okay” u say, not arguing with him cuz yk u will never win.
Taehyung loves taking care of u, but he loves it just as much when u take care of him. He gets all soft when u wash his hair or gently scrub his back, smiling to himself the whole time. He’ll mumble a quiet “ur spoiling me…” but he secretly hopes u never stop. By the end, hes always hugging u under the warm water for a few extra mins cuz he just loves feeling close to u.
He doesn’t understand the concept of “personal space” during private moments. You could be on a private work call, and he’ll walk in, kneel in front of you, and start mouthing at your stomach all the way to the small of ur back, because he’s bored. He sees no conflict between your meeting and his need for attention.
Taehyung’s face is ALWAYS on ur face. Doesn’t matter if u talking to him or just randomly press his cheek against yours, rub his nose against yours, or rest his forehead against yours just because he loves being that close. half the photos on his phone are pretty selfies with both of your faces squished together because the second he’s cuddled up against you, he’s already reaching for his camera to capture it.
If he’s upset with you, his form of protest is exaggerated, silent clinginess. He’ll follow you from room to room and sit right next to you, but with his arms crossed, lips pursed, staring ahead. He’s giving you the silent treatment while physically glued to your side. You have to coax the problem out of him while he’s literally in your lap.
Never shy asking for what he wants, physically. “Scratch my head.” “Play with my hair.” “Hold my hand.” “Kiss.” He points to his lips or his cheek. He says it like he’s reminding you of a scheduled appointment.
He’ll wear your perfume or your lotion. Not a little. He’ll douse himself in it. When his members or friends say, “You smell like y/n,” he’ll just nod proudly. “I know. It’s better than my cologne.”
Hes a spoiler also, his gifts r not ordinary. Hes rich, pls take his money, he will buy u a car and all the bags and makeup u ask for. Expect long lovely vacations everywhere ur heart desires.
Taehyung is always quietly paying attention to you even if u dont rlly realize it. He notices the tiniest changes in ur mood, like the way ur smile isnt the same or how ur voice gets a little quieter, and he’ll just naturally pull u closer, hold ur hand, or wrap an arm around u without making it a big deal. Hes super careful with his words cuz the last thing he wants is to accidentally hurt ur feelings or make u uncomfy. If he can tell somethings bothering u he wont make it abt himself, he’ll just be like “baby… what can i do to make it better?” Hes clingy in the sweetest way cuz he just wants to be ur comfort person, the one who notices you’re not okay before u even have to say anything. ㅤ♡ྀི
NSFW
Taehyung has this terrifyingly hot duality; he can go from kissing ur forehead with pure devotion to pinning ur wrists above ur head with one hand, his grip tight enough to leave a mark.
his hands r huge. like unfairly big. and he knows it. one palm on the back of ur skull, fingers threaded through ur hair, and u just stop moving. he doesn't even have to say anything.
Another thing why u love his hands playing with u, is his fingers reaches ur everything. Not as deep as his cock, but they r skillful. His favorite place to finger u is his car. Squirting on his backseat is his ultimate goal.
Taehyung loves pinning u down from behind, pressing his chest flat against ur back and locking your wrists together with one hand while he drives into you.
He loves having sex where it’s risky. in the middle of the night where the others are asleep, fucking u from behind and pressing his hand on ur mouth keeping ur voice down. His thrusts purposely getting faster, just to hear ur whimpers slipping out. “Keep your voice down.” He whispers, making it so hard for u intensionally, “you want them to hear you, don’t you?”
His dirty talk half of the time is him begging and praising u, even when he's the one in control. “look at u. taking me so good. shit—dont stop, baby, don't stop, right there—“
he loves eye contact. like loves it. hand wrapped around ur throat, thumb brushing ur jaw, and he's staring straight into ur soul while he fucks into u slow. “Your eyes so pretty. Don’t look away. Good girl.”
He has a habit of manhandling you, especially after he came back from the military, taehyung won’t sit u down. flipping you onto your stomach or pulling you across the bed by your hips without warning, just to see you gasp.
Taehyung finds a strange, erotic pleasure in slapping ur face—not to hurt u, but to shock u—and the second he does, he leans in with that boxy, devastating smile, watching ur eyes glaze over.
When he’s really lost in it his accent slips heavier, words coming out breathy and broken as he tells you how perfect you feel.
He will teach u dirty talk in his language, and when u accidentally slip a word during sex, he will fucking lose it.
Cockwarming. Ofc.
He is obsessed with your expressions; if u smile at him while he’s fucking u hard, he goes feral. thrusting deeper and faster bcuz ur smile is his biggest turn-on.
he whimpers. lowkey his biggest tell. when he's close, when u do something that hits just right, that deep little sound escapes and he hates how much it gives him away. so he'll try to cover it by kissing u harder.
hair pulling. his hair, not urs. he loves when u grab a fistful of it while he's going down on u. groans against u and it sends vibrations through ur whole body.
he's loud. not like screaming but constant. moans, groans, murmured praises, broken sentences. “baby—fuck—please—“ like he cant help it. like it's all spilling out of him.
he laughs during sex. like genuinely laughs. if something funny happens, if one of u trips over clothes, if a joke slips out — he'll throw his head back and laugh, still inside u, and then kiss u while he's still smiling. it's the most disarming thing.
he likes when u sit on his lap facing him. not just for sex — for making out, for talking, for existing together. but when it does lead to sex, he loves the closeness. foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's air, slow and deep.
He got a sex tape of u. Always makes u take sexy poses naked and keep it in his folder. It’s sometimes not even in sexual way, he genuinely gets mesmerized by ur body and how u make every pic/vid look so good.
he says ur name. a lot. He whispers it, groans it, breathes it, moan it. It makes u go crazy.
he makes u cum first. always. always. it's not negotiable. making u cum multiple times, u hardly remember where u had only one orgasm with him, it’s always multiple. And he will edge himself for ages until ure exhausted, fast asleep and satisfied. ㅤ♡ྀི
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A/N: this is for my taehyung girlies on my inbox💞 hope it was to ur expectations, and dw! Im currently writing a one shot for taetae so stay tuned! Im not done with him yet 😋
drabble — jisung and his habit of wrapping your hair around his hand, pulling your hair while he use you like fucktoy.
The tension had been building all evening—Jisung’s lingering touches, the way his eyes kept darkening every time they landed on you, the low, teasing promises he’d whispered against your neck while you tried to finish dinner. Now the dishes lay forgotten as he finally had you where he wanted.
He’d stripped you down and positioned you on the bed without a word, guiding you onto all fours with firm hands. The cool sheets pressed against your palms and knees while heat pooled low in your belly. Jisung knelt behind you, his bare chest warm as he leaned in, lips brushing the back of your shoulder.
His hands roam your body with possessive hunger, sliding over the curve of your waist and gripping your hips tight enough to leave faint marks. He’s already buried deep inside you, thick and throbbing, stretching you open with every slow, teasing roll of his hips.
“You feel so fucking good like this,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, laced with that dangerous edge of dominance. “All dripping and ready for me.”
You whimper softly, pushing back against him, craving more. Jisung chuckles darkly at your eagerness. Then his hand moves, slow, deliberate, up the smooth line of your spine until his fingers sink into your sleek black hair. The strands are still slightly damp and silky from earlier, slipping coolly between his fingers before he gathers a thick fistful.
He wraps your hair around his hand once, twice, until it’s snug like a leash. With a firm, controlled tug, he pulls your head back.
Your back arches sharply, a gasp tearing from your throat as the stretch ripples down your spine. The new angle forces your chest off the mattress, breasts swaying heavily with every breath. Jisung groans at the sight, his free hand pressing down on your lower back to keep that perfect, vulnerable curve.
“Fuck… that’s it,” he growls, voice thick with lust. “Arch for me, baby. Just like that.”
Without warning, he snaps his hips forward—hard. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin fills the room as he starts pounding into you. Each thrust is deep, powerful, and merciless, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. The grip on your hair keeps you locked in place, forcing you to take every brutal inch while your body trembles.
Pleasure and the sharp sting on your scalp blend together, sending sparks down your nerves. You can feel the heat of his body behind you, the flex of his abs against your ass with every savage thrust, the way his balls slap rhythmically against your soaked folds. Your slick coats his length, making every slide smoother, wetter, louder.
Jisung leans over you, chest pressed to your back, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he keeps that tight hold on your wrapped hair. “Hear how wet you are for me?” he rasps, punctuating his words with a particularly hard thrust that makes you cry out. “Such a good little slut, letting me use you like this.”
Your arms shake, fingers twisting into the sheets as he drives into you relentlessly. The pull on your hair keeps your head tilted back, exposing your throat, making every moan and whimper fall freely from your lips. Tears of overwhelming pleasure prick at the corners of your eyes, but you don’t want him to stop—you need more.
He shifts slightly, changing the angle just enough to hit that perfect spot inside you over and over. His pace becomes punishing, hips slamming forward with raw strength, the bed creaking beneath you. The hand in your hair tugs a little harder when he feels you clenching around him, drawing a broken moan from your throat.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” he breathes, voice strained with his own pleasure. “Come on, baby. Let go while I’m buried so deep inside you.”
His words, the relentless pounding, and the firm, possessive pull on your hair push you right to the edge. Pleasure coils tight in your belly, then snaps—your whole body shaking as you come hard around his cock, walls pulsing and fluttering. Jisung groans loudly, hips stuttering as he chases his own release, fucking you through every wave until he finally spills deep inside you with a low, guttural moan.
He holds you there for a moment—hair still wrapped around his fist, body pressed against yours—both of you breathing hard in the heated silence.
From what I understood, part of the wider problem in fiction. Something something a certain side of tiktok and twitter wanting a, basically "sanitized" version of a Yandere. Meaning they're obsessed and possessive, sure, but without all the bloodshed, dubious and messed up stuff that comes with the genre. This is their definition of a 'green flag' apparently lol. Though ironically, I heard of this through someone calling out how stupid the take is on twitter itself.
𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 [ kpdh alternative universe — all members ]
Demons are trying to take over the world. This time, Gwima has decided to take a different route, ordering his son to gather the most competent demons and try to beat the hunters at their own game.
𝖔𝖇𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖉 ( mad scientist namjoon x reader )
You were accepted to the most prestigious University in the country. All you know that you have some higher up to thank for your scholarship. Two years in, you have new classes, new professor. And this professor gives you an ultimatum: be his assistant as he creates the perfect human, or you are kicked out of your dream school.
𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 ( demon jimin x reader )
It was supposed to be a joke. Your old school was supposedly haunted, so you and your friends would perform little rituals to mess around with imagined trapped souls. But nothing had ever happened. Now you guys have graduated from university and thought, for old times' sake, you should do one of those rituals again. Except this time, you are faced with an actual demon.
You have come to the realisation that Taehyung has been slowly isolating you from everyone else, so you decide to break up with him. But clips of him still talking about his secret partner cause the internet to go wild and make you think that not only are you still together in Tae's eyes, but he's more obsessive than you originally thought.
Warning: 18+, multiple rounds, fingering, supernatural, orgasm, p in v, unprotected sex.
The ancient castle loomed on the outskirts of the city, its stone walls heavy with centuries of secrets. You and your friends had decided to explore the abandoned estate for an adrenaline-filled weekend. After hours of wandering through dusty halls and grand ballrooms, you all split up to claim separate rooms for the night.
You chose a grand bedroom on the second floor, its four-poster bed draped in faded velvet. The room was dominated by a massive, gilded painting above the fireplace — a portrait of a man from the 1700s. He was breathtaking. Broad shoulders filled out a dark velvet coat, his posture regal yet sensual. Jet-black hair framed a sharp jaw, and his eyes… those seductive, piercing eyes seemed to follow you no matter where you stood in the room. A faint, knowing smirk played on his full lips.
Taehyung.
The small plaque beneath the frame read simply: *Lord V. Taehyung, 1747.*
You stared at him longer than you should have, feeling strangely drawn to the painting. Shaking it off as exhaustion, you changed into a thin silk nightdress and climbed into the large bed. The castle was eerily quiet except for the distant laughter of your friends. Sleep claimed you quickly.
You didn’t notice when the air grew warmer.
The painting shimmered. Golden light rippled across the canvas as the figure within stepped forward. Taehyung emerged from the frame, solid and impossibly real. His tall, broad-shouldered frame moved with predatory grace. The velvet coat from the painting melted away, leaving him in a loose white shirt and dark trousers that clung to his powerful thighs. His eyes — dark, seductive, and glowing faintly — fixed on your sleeping form.
He approached the bed slowly, drinking in the sight of you. Your silk nightdress had slipped off one shoulder, exposing the soft curve of your breast. The hem had ridden up your thighs, revealing smooth skin.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, voice rich and velvety, carrying the accent of centuries past. “Finally… someone worthy of waking me.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. For a long moment, he simply watched you breathe, his fingers ghosting over your cheek. Then he leaned down, lips brushing the sensitive skin of your neck.
A soft kiss. Then another. His warm mouth trailed along your pulse point, sucking gently. You stirred in your sleep, a quiet sigh escaping your lips.
Taehyung smiled against your skin. “Wake for me, little dove.”
Your eyes fluttered open to find a devastatingly handsome man hovering above you. Before you could scream, his large hand covered your mouth gently.
“Shh,” he whispered, golden light flickering in his eyes. “I mean you no harm. I have waited lifetimes for someone like you to awaken me.”
His voice was hypnotic. Fear melted into something hotter as he kissed you — deep, slow, and commanding. His tongue explored your mouth with centuries of pent-up hunger. You moaned into the kiss, hands instinctively rising to grip his broad shoulders.
Taehyung pulled your nightdress down, exposing your breasts. He groaned at the sight, cupping them reverently before sucking one nipple into his hot mouth. His other hand slid between your thighs, finding you already wet.
“So responsive,” he praised, voice husky. “Even in sleep, your body called to me.”
He pushed two thick fingers inside you, curling them expertly while his thumb circled your clit. You arched with a gasp, pleasure building fast under his skilled touch. When you came the first time, trembling around his fingers, Taehyung watched with dark satisfaction.
He shed his clothes, revealing a sculpted body and a long, thick cock already leaking for you. He settled between your spread thighs and pushed inside slowly, savoring every inch.
“Fuck… so tight, so warm,” he groaned, burying himself to the hilt. He fucked you with deep, rolling thrusts, one hand laced with yours while the other pinned your hip. His mouth never left your neck, sucking dark marks into your skin.
You came again with a cry, clenching around him. Taehyung followed with a low, resonant moan, spilling deep inside you.
Taehyung’s eyes darkened with centuries of hunger. He flipped you onto your stomach and pulled your hips up, entering you from behind in one powerful thrust.
“This time I won’t be gentle,” he growled, voice losing its refined edge. His broad chest pressed against your back as he fucked you hard, hips snapping against your ass with wet, filthy sounds.
One hand fisted your hair, yanking your head back while the other rubbed your clit roughly. “You woke the beast in the painting, little dove. Now take everything I give you.”
The roughness made you moan louder. He bit your shoulder, leaving teeth marks as he pounded into you. The old bed creaked violently under the force. You came hard again, soaking his cock. Taehyung snarled and flooded you with a second load, grinding deep to push it further inside.
He carried you to the tall window overlooking the moonlit grounds. Pressing your front against the cool glass, he lifted one of your legs and thrust back inside you from behind.
“Look out there,” he whispered hotly against your ear, fucking you with slow, deep strokes that made your breasts press against the glass. “While your friends sleep, I’m claiming you in this castle that was once mine.”
His hand slipped around to rub your clit as he picked up speed, pounding into you harder. The risk of being seen (even though no one was there) heightened everything. You came again, legs shaking. Taehyung turned you around, lifted you, and fucked you against the window face-to-face, kissing you deeply as he spilled inside you once more.
Back on the bed, Taehyung laid you on your back and hooked your legs over his shoulders. This time he took you slowly, deeply, eyes locked on yours.
“I will return every night you stay in my castle,” he vowed, rolling his hips in a sensual rhythm. “You belong to me now. My eternal muse. My lover.”
His thrusts gradually grew rougher again as passion overtook him. You lost count of how many times you came, body exhausted and glowing with pleasure. Taehyung finally buried himself deep and came with a beautiful, guttural moan, filling you until his seed leaked down your thighs.
As dawn approached, Taehyung held you in his strong arms, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. He kissed your forehead with surprising tenderness.
“When the sun rises, I must return to the painting,” he murmured. “But I will watch over you… and wait for nightfall.”
He pressed one last deep kiss to your lips before stepping back into the canvas, the painting rippling as he became still once more.
You lay there, body aching deliciously, marked inside and out by the man from the painting.
Your friends would never believe what happened in this castle.
And you already knew you’d be sleeping in this room again tonight.
whoever told you coparenting was hard was a fucking loser.
a concept you truly couldn’t bring yourself to understand in any capacity, considering your coparenting situation was one most dreamt about.
you know you were probably privileged considering the horror stories you’d heard online that felt more like a nightmare than actual reality - you’d never experienced any screaming matches over custody, no passive aggressive texts sent at heinous hours of the night, no awkward handovers that made you uncomfortable. you had your ex husband wrapped around your little finger; a fact both you and he relished in openly.
in fact, your initial divorce from jeon jungkook had only confused people. despite the signed papers between you symbolising an end of the relationship over two years ago, nothing about your dynamic functioned as though you were exes.
you were both polar opposites, two people that came from a different walk of life and so it was a well known fact that neither of you would last as a married couple, and yet here you were, orbiting one another as though the prospect of otherwise was too foreign to entertain.
the best way to describe jungkook was manly. he embodied the very meaning of it - half mechanic, other half beast with rough edges and broad hands, grease permanently smeared on his skin. his large frame was covered in tattoos, beefy arms flexing as he’d work whilst his dark hair would constantly fall into his eyes because he’d forget to go to the barber until you all but forced him to go.
he owned his own mechanics company, the biggest in the city, which meant he worked like a dog but he earned good enough money to spoil you rotten. nothing had really changed after the divorce other than a formal understanding. he paid for your entire lifestyle, making sure you used his card for the groceries, the upkeep of your once shared home, your stupid skincare orders and of course, your sweet children.
jungkook’s only rule pending the divorce was made incredibly clear to you. he was the sole provider. him and only him.
you genuinely wondered whether his personal nightmare consisted of you working a shift with the way he’d get angry at you spending your own money, queuing another heavy argument that had you all but icing him out for a full day. enough to have him kissing down your neck in apology, all whilst groping your ass the way you secretly loved.
truthfully, he had never known how not to provide for you.
it lived somewhere deep inside of him, carved into his very being and instinct, so much so he thought it defined him as a man. once you had birthed your twin children, it was like something had switched in his brain to amplify it all that much harder. despite no longer being his wife, he supported you and the children, telling you it was the one thing he wouldn’t let you fight him on.
you were a princess to the core. manicured nails, weekly blowouts and a shopping addiction that only spurred jungkook on to work harder - you were his polar opposite, never having worked too hard a day in your life and he wanted to keep it that way. even your children were a gift from above, so well behaved and sweet that you had never struggled with them, loving nothing more than to pamper and shower them with all of your love.
you were an odd family unit, even you could recognise that, with your coparenting dynamic meaning he had unrestricted access to your home. he was over multiple times a week after work, always using the excuse of wanting to see the kids which of course was half true, but really, any access to you was worth making the journey over. you kept his stomach full and his annoyance high, just how he liked it.
no matter how well you were together, being married just didn’t work. he worked too hard, you pushed too much - you both wanted things from the other that seemed impossible, leaving you in limbo where all you’d do is argue. it would always end with him inside of you, but sex could only fix so much. somehow, not being together had only strengthened the tension between you as you made it your life mission to keep him on his toes, and he made sure you’d feel his presence no matter what.
in theory, you were perfect for each other.
because the thing about jeon jungkook is he liked his woman difficult.
liked when you bitched at him with glossy lips and french tips all curled onto your hips, scoffing at whatever he was telling you before taking his card to online shop. it was even better when you’d stomp around the house in your flimsy little pyjamas, pretending to be annoyed at him over stupid things he knew had no merit - it had him hardening beyond words.
you were his little minx, and he fucking loved it.
—
“mamma, daddy said i could stay up until nine today.” your son, minjae, giggled from his seat beside his sister on the couch, their favourite show playing on the screen.
“daddy’s stupid, baby. we don’t listen to him.” you cooed back as you handed them their snacks, the sound of your kids giggling enough to put a grin on your face.
“heard that.”
the deep voice came before you actually saw him, followed by the sound of heavy work boots by the door of your home. within seconds, you watched as he appeared by the doorway, in all of his obnoxiously masculine glory.
jeon jungkook practically swallowed your doorway whole as he stepped into the living room. broad shoulders were the first thing you saw as they stretched the material of his work t-shirt, his brand logo clear on his chest, the navy a fitting contrast to his tanned skin. his hair was messy, pulled back from his face, faint traces of grease still staining his forearms where he had scrubbed clean just minutes ago.
he was just so big. big hands, big biceps, big thighs - his muscles were something that you could never really get over, something he was very much privy to. he was the sort of man who reached for things on the top of the shelf without thinking, carrying both children with such ease that it had you malfunctioning in real time. his voice was low, gruff. the type that had people listening as though he was a natural leader.
a beast of a man.
“daddy!” minji, your little girl, squealed as she carefully placed her plate next to her before scurrying away to launch herself at him.
jungkook’s entire face softened, letting out a soft laugh as he picked her up, all whilst minjae copied his older sister, instead cupping his legs, much shyer than his overexcited sibling.
he cooed at them, his voice dropping low whilst he ruffled his hair affectionately. your children absolutely adored him, both sweet little things that glowed whenever their dad would appear.
you could never get over how good of a father he was, and despite your relationship not always being the best, he prioritised your children the way you wanted. even the way he provided for you, as the mother of his children, was beyond generous and underneath the bitchy attitude, you were grateful tenfold. he treated you three like you were a natural extension of him.
but unfortunately for him, you were simply unable to let him live in peace.
“you’re late.” you murmured casually from the couch, going back to filing your nails.
jungkook’s eyes lifted to yours. narrowing. he lingered, looking you up and down openly, hungrily, as though the prospect of you getting on his nerves whilst looking the way you did was straight out of a fantasy.
“traffic.”
“mm.”
“what’s that supposed to mean?” he scoffed a little.
“nothing.” you hummed again, all too casual, but he could see what you were doing.
that didn’t stop him falling victim to it.
“been here three seconds and you’re already being bitchy.”
you gasped dramatically, pointing your nail file in his direction as it became your turn to narrow your eyes into slits. “watch your mouth in front of the children!”
“but mamma, you called daddy stupid.” minjae, your sweet angel inquired with a tone of genuine confusion, the two words falling into the same category in his mind.
jungkook watched as you cooed at him, getting up from your seat to plant a big kiss to his cheek, before reciprocating it with his sister too who giggled.
“that’s because your daddy is stupid, my love.”
he scoffed again at you with a shake of his head, muttering something under his breath that earned him a hefty glare from yourself. he put minji down finally, his hand still on minjae’s head affectionately only for the pair to grab at his hands in a shared babble, leading him over to the couch to show him the cartoon they had just been watching out of excitement.
and despite being exhausted, jungkook was utterly weak at the knees for his kids, and thus, followed along immediately.
you watched him, having moved to the kitchen where you got a clear view of them from your position near the doorway. his big body sunk into the couch whilst minjae shuffled closer, settling into his father’s side. the entire vision was enough to tug at your heart as you fought down your cuteness aggression - especially with the way he just looked too large for the area he was sat in, with all the cushions surrounding him, his two kids. he looked silly.
particularly with the way minji was now climbing all over him whilst explaining the plot with deadly seriousness.
“and then she lost her crown.” she informed him sadly.
“shit,” jungkook remarked with raised eyebrows. “that’s bad.”
“daddy!”
“sorry. shoot.”
you rolled your eyes as he looked up, meeting your gaze momentarily with a sheepish grin, before you looked away, settling over the stove once more.
it happened every time.
you’d spend all day mentally preparing yourself to be annoyed at him only for jungkook to walk in through the door and utterly transform. he became so soft, so gentle when it came to your pair and it was a constant reminder that the one good thing that came out of this situation was you had picked the perfect father.
he’d listen to them properly - never offering them a half assed version of himself, especially since you had both come from such broken homes. always listening properly, no distractions, despite the fact he would work gruelling shifts that had him using his body for hours on hours. even now, he’d always have his hand rubbing up and down minjae’s back as his sister yapped and yapped, knowing he was the quieter one of the two and therefore the shyer one.
your chest squeezed at the thought.
“you feedin’ me tonight, or what?”
you swore if you rolled your eyes any more that night, they’d pop out of your skull.
“you’re so romantic.”
“been thinking about your food all day.” he grunted, walking into the kitchen properly to allow the kids their time on the tv, and of course, his time to terrorise their mother.
“that’s because you eat like an animal.”
“worked twelve hours today.”
“who’s fault is that?”
he couldn’t help the smirk on his face. he loved you bratty. “yours. you’re milking me dry.”
you narrowed your eyes, stirring his food in the pot, though you’d never admit you cooked solely for him and his taste, despite it being more than clear. behind you, you could hear the soft sounds of the familiar cartoon playing mixed with the twins’ occasional giggle, though it wasn’t long until the heavy sound of jungkook’s footsteps became louder and louder, souring your mood.
of course. the man couldn’t survive without being near you when given the option.
“you’re extra bratty tonight.” he observed casually, leaning against one of the counters, though his voice was twinged in exhaustion.
“you’re projecting.” you hummed back.
“am not.
“are too.”
“you text me a thumbs up earlier.”
“and?”
jungkook scoffed before coming to the counter closest to you, leaning, despite your refusal to look at him.
“you know i hate that fucking shit.”
instead, you chose to feign ignorance, going so far as to prettily turn your back to him with a flick of your hair. you couldn’t help but wind him up, it was genuinely your favourite thing to do considering his reactions were always just so worth it. a man you knew could ruin you in seconds holding back because he knew he truly didn’t have access to you anymore, and until you gave him the green light needed, he was stuck in limbo.
lord knew whenever you gave him a faraway nod, he’d have you up on the counters and in between your thighs in seconds, always telling you it was the only way he felt satisfied anymore despite not being touched.
your hand reached upwards to grab a plate from the cabinet above your head. before you could even touch it, your feet on their tip toes, a large arm reached over your head instantly.
his chest brushed your back in the process in a way that felt accidental at first, but immediately, you found yourself pressed almost harshly into the stove, his front pushing your back against him cheekily.
fucking ridiculous.
jungkook grabbed the plate effortlessly, barely having to raise his hand whatsoever. instead of handing it to you immediately, he merely pressed against you further, your eyes widening just a fraction as you felt every inch of him behind you, warmth bleeding through the very thin material of your tiny pyjama top.
he was always so warm after work, it made your head spin.
“could’ve got it myself.” you murmured under your breath, cheeks hot.
“yeah?” he dipped his head down, lips grazing your ear. “looked like you were struggling.”
you hated how much you loved it - how big he was compared to you, how he towered over you. jungkook made you feel tiny in a way that genuinely fucked with your head, all broad muscle and rough hands, and sheer overwhelming man. even now, one of his thighs nudged between yours absentmindedly as he reached around you to place the plate down for you.
“you’re in my space.” you shifted, pretending like you weren’t enjoying it.
he could read you like an open book.
“your space?” he let out a small laugh.
you wanted to push him away, annoyed at his amusement at your words and even more annoyed at the way he so casually touched you, especially considering he knew what it did to you. it made you weak everywhere, to the point where you were utter putty in the palm of his hands and he relished in the feeling - the woman he obsessed over equally as ruined by something he did without thought.
you opened your mouth to speak only to feel his too large hand suddenly slide over to your stomach, digits digging into your skin before yanking you back into him. you were no longer pushed against the stove, now completely entirely into him, meaning you could feel every inch, including the harsh bulge that had begun to form just by speaking to you.
a squeak nearly left you before your eyes fell into slits, huffing as you smacked his hand meanly. fucking brute.
“jungkook!” you immediately snapped at him, but it did nothing to deter him as his fingers spread wide, practically covering every inch of the skin on your stomach all whilst he held you to him like he had every right.
“stop moving.” he muttered against your ear.
“ugh, you’re such a brute!”
“hard to do that when you’re walking around our house looking like this.”
your mouth fell open.
“our house?” you hissed, though he couldn’t help but realise the way your shoulders had dropped a little, almost at ease at his words despite your words. “i divorced you, this is my home.”
“stupid divorce.” he huffed a little under his breath, face dropping into your neck as he breathed in your scent. “worst fucking decision of my life.”
the words came out flat - immediate, as though they were plain fact. it constantly knocked you of breath whenever he talked like that, knowing that deep down you agreed too, that despite the problems between you, the divorce was also a big regret of your own. perhaps that was why neither of you acted like it had actually happened, simply playing house as though you were still together.
“you wear these shorts on purpose?”
you hummed at him then, looking over your shoulder at him just as he pulled away from your neck, your eyes connecting. “they’re just pyjamas.”
his hand, however, slid over to your hip with a grunt, squeezing.
“you’re killing me walking around like this.”
you rolled your eyes so hard, your head hurt. “just had a twelve hour shift and it’s my shorts that are killing you?”
“yeah,” jungkook replied instantly, with no hesitation whatsoever, eyeing you almost meanly. “you know what you’re doing. cut the innocent shit.”
you scoffed dramatically despite the heat travelling up and down your body. “you’re so embarrassing!”
“you’re a fucking minx.”
his teeth grazed the curve where your shoulder met your neck before he bit down, teeth sinking into your skin just enough to have you jolting. immediately, you smacked him on his arm with a hiss despite the utter mess between your legs, your brain growing hazier by the second.
“ow! you dog!”
“keep being mouthy,” he muttered against your skin, gently sucking on the area he bit, planting heavy kisses before dragging his lips to your ear once more. “watch what happens.”
the threat settled low in your stomach.
you could feel it everywhere, deep between your thighs and in the thump of your heart, all whilst your mind malfunctioned in real time. jungkook watched you slump against him, knowing how badly you were affected when he spoke like that. vulgar. nasty. all heavy hands and filthy promises he’d whisper into your skin like they belonged there. you couldn’t help how your body reacted to him, not when he was the only living thing that knew exactly which buttons to press to have you fall on your knees for him, to shut your pretty little mouth up with ease.
you twisted in his hold, finally managing to part from him just enough to actually turn in his hold, trying your best to glare at him despite the hazy look in your eye. he wanted to devour you, head dropping low to properly meet your gaze, feeling his breath against your lips.
“you’re disgusting.” you weakly rebutted at him.
“you like it.” his mouth curled.
he could take you now, right here, and he knew you’d let him - knew you’d open up your pretty little legs for him to give way for all of the things he had wanted. he also knew you weren’t ready for it, and despite the heavy tension between you and the thick want that clouded every conversation, he’d never push until you were the one that initiated.
that was the rules afterall.
you had told him as much, plainly. he could eat you out as much as he wanted, and lord knew he did with absolute glee, but no sex, no kisses. you simply used him to get off, grinding on his hardened cock through his work trousers late in the evening, his hand on your mouth to muffle the loud moans you couldn’t keep inside. he was a mere toy, happy to be at your disposal.
the smug bastard let out a low hum before finally releasing you, his fingers squeezing your stomach one last time to remind you of his hold on you, before grunting lightly, stepping back. you watched him, openly, one hand going down to adjust the growing bulge that had formed whilst he took a seat at the table, just like you had wanted him to at the beginning, still palming himself as he watched you as though it was perfectly normal.
you turned, plating his food despite your warm cheeks, all whilst your ex husband sat there, massaging his cock at the sight of your ass openly. you knew that to anyone else, the dynamic was batshit crazy, but to you? this was all you wanted, all you ever needed - a fucked up lover who managed to match you, none of that sappy shit. you wanted a man, and a man you had gotten indeed.
you turned, placing it in front of him, already turning to walk away before a large arm darted out, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you down onto his lap, against the very bulge that was growing and growing and growing. he knew how messed up you’d get just from grinding on him, and he had every intention of making you cum tonight, multiple times hopefully. the thought thrilled him.
“get off!”
his hand flattened against your back as your legs came up onto the side of him, your core nestled so perfectly against his clothed cock that it pulled a tiny gasp from your throat, a hitch of breath that had him openly bucking his hips into you so you could feel it more prominently. the man was obscene, genuinely obscene and the worst thing was that you were equally as sick, capitalising off of the interaction by grinding right back down on him, as though his food wasn’t there, as though he wasn’t exhausted from the day he’d just had.
“always fucking mouthing off.” he muttered darkly, lips now grazing your jaw in sweet kisses. “then look at you..” another grind, heavier now. enough to have you whimpering a little, the friction of his heavy duty trousers delicious against your barely there shorts. “get so sweet when i put you on my lap like you belong.”
at that, you shut your eyes, unable to rebut or saying more when you knew it was the truth.
no matter how mouthy you were, jungkook always put you in your place the same way each time. a roll of his hips, a thrust of his tongue - you were his girl through and through, no matter what you told him. it was his obligation, his duty, to satisfy you in the ways you’d let him and god did he exploit the fuck out of those decisions.
heat flooded your entire body, just as you spread your legs for him properly, straddling him the way he liked, your head on his shoulder, hands on his chest. you watched him eat, eyeing his adam’s apple half in hunger yourself, only for him. only ever him. he was filth personified, what with his obsessive and controlling tendencies but it was what made you want him so badly - even now, he found himself feeding you from his own plate despite being starved, always putting your comfort in front of his.
all whilst forcing your clothed cunt down on him harder.
you spent the next few minutes like that, in a state of bliss like you hadn’t just spent the last ten minutes being mean to him for no apparently reason, but he loved it, holding you tight to him as he indulged in your needy tendencies. he didn’t care what you did, or how you chose to use him as long as it was him you selected.
you were his fucking girl, and he’d never let you forget it.
—
shopping had easily become one of your favourite hobbies after the divorce.
that wasn’t to say you didn’t indulge prior, but having jungkook’s debit cards in your pink chanel purse post divorce meant you could spend as frivolously as you wanted with full knowledge that he couldn’t complain or you’d revoke all access to yourself. it was pure evil coming from you, that much you could agree, but it wasn’t like you cared to be honest - he wanted to give you his money, who were you not to spend it at dior?
it was his fault, really, considering jungkook had managed to make the separation somehow more beneficial than the actual relationship.
his cards sat so pretty in your bag, begging, yearning to be used by you and you, of course, were never one to deny your soul of what was so easily accessible to you. how could you deny a gift when given with so much love, so freely as though it was what he had intended in the first place.
and so, you found yourself on your weekly shopping spree, humming under your breath. dressed in your cute little skirt, top accentuating your breasts in a way you know would have jungkook passing away if he saw you, all whilst your big heels clicked and clacked on the pavement; you indulged in the strip of shops that had become home to you.
fendi, gucci, louis, hermes, chanel, prada - you knew them all, and oh, how they knew you.
you had already spent an ungodly amount.
a new perfume just because the bottle was pretty, alongside some high end skincare you secretly knew was utter bullshit. two sets of expensive heels that accentuated the length of your legs so deliciously, you’d be a fool not to purchase them. countless dresses and cute little jumpers for your sweet babies too, things you knew that they would love and feel comfortable in all whilst sporting a hefty price tag.
the best thing about all of this? jungkook didn’t give a fuck.
if anything, you were the sure he had something clinically wrong with him considering the way he would ask you what you had purchased, notification after notification plaguing his phone and despite seeing the ridiculous price tags, it never deterred him from making sure he worked hard enough to accommodate you. ex wife or not, you were his to provide for - you just came with a specific price.
you knew he was genuinely crazy when you had bought a whole new wardrobe full of clothes after a horrible day, needing some retail therapy more than anything else, spending an ungodly amount only to see a single text from him in response.
“good girl.”
god, you had nearly moaned.
spending his money seemed to satisfy something deeply primitive in him. the bastard was everything you had ever wanted.
still, despite being an utter bitch to him any chance you got, even you recognised that there were rules and boundaries.
you knew that jungkook would let you buy whatever you wanted, to your hearts content no matter how stupid, but your heart still ached whenever he would come utterly exhausted after a particularly gruelling shift at the shop. being a business owner was one thing, having the largest mechanic shop was another - being the head mechanic, and actually getting your hands dirty each and every waking day from morning till night? that was a whole different ballpark, and you often found yourself returning things secretly, or putting things down whenever you’d get the familiar feeling of guilt.
unfortunately for you, said feeling was no where to be seen when all you could think about was how pretty the pink bag in front of you was.
it was ridiculous, completely and entirely - even you knew that.
the second you saw it, your hands darted out, fingers gently grazing the gold hardware, pink leather soft against your touch all whilst your heart began to beat in that all familiar way. you wanted it. needed it.
oh, how your chest fluttered at pretty things. you had always been this way, no matter the price tag, and jungkook had done nothing but absolutely untrue it throughout your relationship so really, you had no one else to blame but him.
and so you stood, bottom lip jutted out slightly as you tapped your manicured finger against your chin in thought, humming lightly before looking over to the sales assistant. even she knew this was out of your typical budget, which wasn’t to say you couldn’t afford it because with jungkook’s work ethic, you could do whatever you wanted. this was just a large amount, all at once, all on one thing.
with a little huff, you pulled out your phone.
god this was humiliating. never a day in your life had you asked jungkook for permission on anything, especially not when it came to your shopping purchases, but that horrible gnawing feeling all too similar to guilt was already finding home in your stomach. you were simply going to inform him because you were so nice.
you weren’t even sure why you were feeling this way when he had never even uttered the word no in your presence.
your eyes dragged to the price tag one last time before letting out another huff, finding his contact and pressing the ring button all whilst grumbling.
the phone rang.
once.
twice.
three times.
your mouth fell open. nothing.
you immediately called again, now suddenly feeling even more humiliated, and more annoyed with each passing ring. once the second call rang out too, your eye officially began twitching.
you were the love of his life, the mother of his children - the only person he could cum to the thought of and yet here was, not answering your calls? what, did he have a new girl? someone else to keep him company? was that it? spoiling another girl with his bank card so he could get hard?
the deluded thought had you almost shaking as you took your furious fingers over to your messages, texting out immediately.
‘hello?????’
silence.
‘i need you’
silence again - you were starting to feel seriously pissed off. who cared about a job this much?
‘answer your phone, dickhead’
your eye was fully twitching in annoyance at the consistent blue messaging bubbles in front of you, all decorated with a single word at the bottom. delivered.
then, because you knew nothing else other than being a natural nuisance to him, you began spamming.
‘jungkook’
‘jungkook’
‘jungkook’
‘jungkook’
still nothing. the audacity of it all.
you wanted to sit and deflate before the very bag of your dreams, heart half hurting over it not already being in a shopping bag with your name on it and other half straining at the thought of jungkook not providing the attention you so desperately needed from him to live. he always had his phone on him, you thought, mind going into a million different conclusions that each felt as warped as the next.
you couldn’t remember a single instance where he hadn’t answered you - meetings, working, mid shower, mid wank. no matter the inconvenience, he’d be quick to hear your voice even if it was so you could bitch at him because even you knew he was down bad when it came to you. the man could have been elbow deep in an engine and somehow still find a way to have the phone on speaker next to him.
you could physically feel yourself growing more and more irritated the more you demanded for his attention, all whilst each message sat unread, until you let out a small whine. you had never done this before - never begged for him to look at you, focus on you and now? you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a horrible twinge of anxiety in your stomach at the thought of you dropping in his priorities.
he was your jungkook, afterall.
in that hazy train of thought, you put your phone away, turning sharply on your heel and towards the door, making your way outside with your multiple bags on your arms. the shop was only a few streets away, and you were quick on your feet. you wouldn’t usually walk so much in these heels, but these were trying times and you didn’t have a moment to waste.
it wasn’t even about the bag anymore. it was the principle.
at least, that was what you kept telling yourself.
-
the horrible mixture of irritation, brattiness and insecurity swirled deep inside your chest as you practically marched over to the mechanics shop, your hair bouncing with each step all whilst your insane heels clicked loudly. your multiple shopping bags were beginning to hurt your arms, another thing you were sure to take out on jungkook despite the fact it was a self inflicted problem.
your shoes, ones you never really had a problem with, were beginning to dig into your feet and you were sure it was because you were already annoyed. they had long stopped looking cute and started feeling devilish, but unfortunately for you, your pride well outweighed the hassle of it all.
you marched right inside, only to be hit with the all too familiar smell of oil and metal. it lived permanently in the walls and into your ex husband’s clothing, and no matter how much you denied it, it felt like home - comforting beyond means, so much so that you found yourself craving to be wrapped in it whenever you would see him.
the large workshop was busy despite the afternoon dragging on with engines high in the air, toolboxes scattered on each section, concrete floors muddied and dirtied whilst you could hear someone on the far end of the room call out about a missing wrench. again, it felt like home.
a few heads lifted immediately upon your arrival, with all six raising as you stepped forward a little. the move instantly changed, as all of them greeted you warmly, some waving, sweet jin even going so far as to take the bags off of your arms and put them in jungkook’s office.
you knew them all personally, of course. you had been here for years, when your ex had first opened the shop, hiring all of them. you had brought lunches, been pregnant with your babies here, waddling around whilst they all debated baby names with you. a family dynamic that resulted in there being no sense of awkwardness whatsoever, despite the divorce.
your gaze swept around the garage, looking, searching, finally finding him.
your breath caught. annoyingly.
because, unfortunately for you, no matter how many years had passed between you, no matter how many arguments where you’d poke and prod, and certainly no matter how many times you pushed him to brink of genuine desperation; the sight of him was always enough to have butterflies erupt in your stomach as though it was the first time.
your heart skipped a beat as you watched him, lowered over an engine with a tool in hand, grease and something dark smeared on his hands all whilst his work t-shirt stretched around his torso unfairly. his biceps were bulging, your kryptonite, all whilst he seemed completely focused on what he was doing.
it wasn’t until he could hear everyone greeting you that had him looking to the side, where you stood, giving you full access to his face. the same dark substance was smeared slightly on his jaw, his dark hair pushed out of his face all whilst his tatted frame turned to fully face you.
if you thought you had been undone by a mere look at you, it was jungkook who felt his entire life stop.
you, his minx of a girl, dressed in a skirt too tiny for his liking with a cute matching top, one that pushed your breast up, giving him the perfect view despite the distance between you. the way your hair sat, your lips plump with lip gloss he longed to kiss off of you, and your high heels that still couldn’t match his height.
he was assessing you hungrily, a darkened look on his face as he admired you head to toe over and over, openly for everyone to see. he had no shame, he didn’t give a fuck when it came to you - you might have divorced him but you were every inch his wife and you knew it too.
you recognised that look, and with each heavy step towards you, it simply expanded to every one of his limbs. he was a man starved, hungry for one thing in his life and that was you. he still looked at you like it was the first time seeing you, even after all these years.
his jaw was harsh, tightened, as though your presence here had fucked him.
good, you thought bitterly, still annoyed. you wanted him to suffer.
he grabbed a rag on his way to you, cleaning his hands of clinging grease before shoving the cloth over his shoulder. once he was in front of you, you readied yourself, lips parting to no doubt spit some venom at him over your own insecurities but he offered no time. instead, jungkook grabbed you by your waist and pushed you firmly in the direction of his office, no words exchanged.
“jungkook!” you hissed, turning a little as your body was all but forced to walk in a direction, the click of your heels heavy on the dirty workfloor.
he didn’t respond, eyes meeting yours in heavy warning, a reminder that this was his workplace, where he was a working professional, where his rules reigned first and foremost. you hated how badly the thought swirled in your stomach, coaxing you out of your negative thoughts and straight back where you felt most at home.
once you were in his office, he turned to close the door. with a single flick of his finger, the lock turned, confining you into the space, all whilst you narrowed your eyes at him. with a small huff, you turned around, flicking your hair at him before walking over to his large seat behind his mahogany desk, sitting down on it as though it belonged to you.
it was laughable, really, how easily you managed to rile him up. just the sight of you, bare legs crossed and high heeled feet - he wanted to fucking ruin you just to remind you that you were all his.
“you should clean up.” you huffed once more, fingers pushing the stacks of contracts away from your space, annoyingly mixing up important papers.
he simply stood in front of the door, before walking over to the desk, resting on the corner of it, eyes meeting yours. he didn’t bother even looking at what you were doing, despite it no doubt causing him problems in the future - he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.
“you walked here.”
it wasn’t a question. a loaded statement no doubt used to coax you into revealing your full emotions.
your eye twitched. “i have legs.”
“your heels are new.”
“and?”
his lips quirked up slightly. “they’re hurting your feet.”
“no they aren’t.” you snapped back, despite your toes hurting slightly.
his eyebrows lifted. you were such a liar, dressed in sin. he wanted to kiss you.
jungkook pushed off of the desk, walking past the pile of bags that jin had placed in the office for you no longer than a few minutes ago, his eyes still trained on you as he refused to look away. your own eyes faltered, dropping onto the bags momentarily as that familiar feeling of guilt wrapped around your stomach before it returned to his gaze, insecurity wrapped in anger only coming back harder.
he looked like he was approaching a skittish animal, as though he was trained to deal with you entirely. unfortunately for him, you had claws.
“don’t.” you hissed.
“don’t what?”
“do that.”
“do what?” he was fighting a dimpled grin.
you grit your teeth. you extended your hand, finger pointing at him harshly, accusatively, all whilst he walked over to you, until your digit was actually pressing into him. your nail dug into his stomach, not by your own doing, but his as he pushed his skin harsher against you, the sting a healthy reminder of how much he yearned for your touch.
“real scary, baby.”
you nearly shuddered, his voice heavy and loaded.
“i’m serious.”
“yeah, i know.”
you hated when his voice did that, low and certain all whilst his eyelids drooped just from looking at you. you retracted your finger, only for his own hand to dart out and grab a hold of your own until it was pressed against his stomach completely flat.
“you ignored me.” you murmured in annoyance, all whilst you let him manoeuvre you. “did i?”
“mhm.”
he nodded, half condescending and other half fucking enamoured by you. “and that’s why you’re here?”
“don’t act stupid.”
your hissing had his eyes narrowing.
“careful.”
the single word landed heavy, your mouth snapping shut. if anyone was to ask you your favourite quality about jungkook, it would always be the sheer dominance he radiated without even trying - all man, half assertion and other half brute, he plagued your every thought and yet it still never felt enough.
his grip on your hand harshened, as though he needed to feel you on him in a way that hurt, with fingers digging into his skin through his t-shirt. you gulped a little at the feel of his warmth.
“walked into my garage wearing this shit, your feet hurting, and you’re not gonna tell me what’s got you so bratty?” he muttered down at you, voice low.
your eyebrows pulled at his choice of words, peering down at your outfit. this was the exact clothing choice that had you guys arguing so often, what with your breasts accentuated and your ass barely hidden by the cute skirt - you couldn’t help the fact that you liked things on the shorter and tighter side, especially when they’d rile him up so bad.
“you ignored me.” you repeated, with a frown imbedded into your skin.
“never ignored you a day in my fucking life. what you talking about?” he scoffed a little down at you, all whilst your head had to tilt just to look at him from your seated position.
“called you twice, jungkook, and i text you.” it was your turn now to push your finger into him willingly. “you ignored me, so don’t pretend like you didn’t. i’m not an idiot.”
“i was under a car.”
“you always answer.” you rebutted.
his eyes narrowed. there really wasn’t any winning with you, he knew that better than most, but he also wasn’t an idiot. you wouldn’t have marched here for no reason, especially over a missed call or two whilst he was at work considering he never really had his phone on him. he had a receptionist out front, practically hired for the sole reason of being able to inform him whenever you needed him. you knew that, so why was this so upsetting to you now?
“don’t look at me like that.” you huffed.
neither of you mentioned the way his hand on top of yours began to caress your skin, intertwining your fingers as he continued to press further into himself.
“not looking at you like anything.”
“yeah you are, like i’m being stupid.”
he cursed under his breath as he took his other hand and rubbed it up and down his face, as though this was the cherry on top of a long and stressful day. you could feel your blood pressure rising in annoyance at the thought - he had no right to be annoyed with you, not when you were too busy being annoyed at him. how dare he?
“y/n.” he warned lightly. “this shit is pissing me off. you ignore me every chance you get, so why the fuck are you so upset?”
you felt your cheeks begin to heat, half in embarrassment and other in deeper annoyance at being called out. was it your fault that you rolled your eyes whenever he text you, too busy grumbling to actually respond? the nasty feeling in your stomach only grew as he watched you swallow harshly, too humiliated to tell him the real reason all whilst he refused to read between the lines until you actually said something.
the office felt too small, and for the first time during the entire interaction, jungkook swore he could read genuine discomfort on your face.
it was as though the conversation at hand was something you weren’t expecting, simply assuming this was another instance where he’d bow down and allow you to be bratty but, alas - he could see this time that this was different. you weren’t annoyed, you weren’t even upset; you looked hurt.
it was an emotion he couldn’t quite understand, knowing fully he had absolutely done nothing wrong, not having even seen his phone since lunch time. rationality mattered little between the both of you, especially whenever it concerned you, but this was strange even for you. your sudden silence, your lips pressing into each other as you looked away from him, eyes unsure, gaze confused - it had his stomach dropping.
the humiliation was heavy in your frame as you realised how stupid you were being. you had marched here in these heels, a pair that were currently ruining your feet as you spoke, wincing a little as you shifted your toes to make it more comfortable. twenty minutes of amping your own emotions up only to arrive and realise the disgusting, simple fact of jungkook had been divorced by you.
you. you alone.
you had made the decision.
you had chosen to kick him out, break up the marriage over petty arguments that were a norm if anything.
you had done that, with the full expectation of him still fulfilling his husbandly duties as though you had any right to him, any access.
that alone was a horrible pill to swallow.
unfortunately for you, if anyone knew you inside and out, it was the very man in front of you. he reached over to you, tilting your chin forwards, and then up, so that your unsure eyes met his, all whilst you maintained your bratty nature by keeping your mouth shut. he wanted nothing more than to ruin your lips for even starting with him today, with that sleek gloss covering each inch of surface.
you hated when he looked at you like this, as though he was able to dismantle the corners of your feigned disdain, softening them, eroding them until all that was left was you. only you.
before you could look away, you watched as your hunk of an ex husband, all muscle and all tattoos, dropped to his knees in front of you. his arms came around your waist, yanking you forward until either of your legs were around him, his hands heavy on your back. your skirt rode up naturally, allowing him to slot in against you, forcing you to maintain eye contact despite the intimate position.
you flailed for a moment, gasping, everything happening so suddenly but his grip on you was harsh, mean even.
“you thought i was with someone else?” he immediately challenged.
his eyes were narrowed, scowl evident on his lips as he looked at you harshly, as though the notion was enough to genuinely piss him off. despite his nature, he wasn’t one to ever get angry with you, usually directing his annoyance elsewhere but in moments like this, you exasperated him enough that he had no option but to tell you.
“jungkook-“
“missed two fucking calls,” he hissed at you, pulling you closer, harsher. “and you’re already mapping random shit in your head? you trying to piss me off on purpose?”
heat flooded your face in embarrassment, already feeling heat in your chest with the way he looked so annoyed. you hated how attractive he was.
“that’s not what i said.”
“yeah?” he scoffed at you openly, one hand moving to the side to grip your waist instead. “you walked over here in those heels over nothing?”
you hid the insecurity on your face underneath a layer of annoyance, bratty to the core even when you knew you weren’t in the right.
“what’s it to you? if you don’t want me visiting, i won’t come again.” you huffed, pressing him by his shoulders to push him back and away from you.
unfortunately for you, jungkook was made half from stone - unmovable, with biceps thicker than your head, chest and shoulders so broad that it often had your eyelashes fluttering up at him even when you didn’t realise.
“don’t try that shit with me, y/n. you’re in your own head about something that isn’t real, and you’re taking it out on me.”
his tone was laced with something that had your throat swallowing a lump, your eyes struggling to maintain eye contact due to the heavy, and intense heat in his gaze. he was openly pissed off, and you wished you weren’t battling so many emotions at the same time, instead wanting to capitalise on it.
instead of responding, you huffed a little, looking away despite it all. you lifted your chin slightly, ignoring your wandering fingers that were already tracing his tattoos out of habit, grumbling a little under your breath. you hated that he had managed to figure you out so easily, as though he knew the ridges of your brain far more than you yourself, able to peel apart each nasty thought that occupied your thought simply because he could.
you couldn’t let him win. you wouldn’t.
“maybe i wouldn’t think like this if you just answered your phone.” you huffed back at him, returning the eye contact once you had finally settled into your usual bratty self. “god forbid i assume my ex husband might actually move on one day. how am i supposed to know what you get up to all day here?”
you laughed once. sharp. mean. defensive.
“wouldn’t exactly be shocking, would it?” you hissed once more. “we’re divorced.”
for a moment, silence filled the room, all whilst jungkook remained awfully still in front of you.
a sick part of you felt rewarded in thinking you had managed to hit him right where it hurt, to act as a reminder that despite everything, you were the one in control, but that emotion completely slipped away once you watched him stand up.
he stood to his full height, causing you to tip your head back to maintain the eye contact from your sat position. instead of moving back, his hands dropped from your back and waist.
his left hand rose, fingers immediately darting until they reached your throat, wrapping firmly. enough to push your head towards his, and not enough to hurt, his darkened eyes showcasing the same scary, obsessive streak that had you moaning into your pillow every night.
you could feel dampness between your legs, your heartbeat quickening immediately at the showcase of such dominance above you, your eyelids growing almost hooded whilst he leaned down until your breaths were mingling.
“careful.” he reminded, for the second time that night, long fingers digging into either side of your neck.
you, who had never learnt a lesson for long enough to actually make a difference a day in your life, couldn’t help the look of utter petulance on your face.
“or what?” you spat at him.
within seconds, you were put in a state of vertigo as you were yanked up from your seat. before you could realise what was happening, jungkook had you in his lap, yanked forwards so that your ass was jutted out into the air. your skirt had been pushed up, leaving your tiny panties on show.
“j-jungkook!” you squeaked but he took no notice, your arms going up to wrap around his neck all whilst he planted his palm heavy against your now bare ass.
smack.
you squeaked louder.
he didn’t bother saying anything, soothing your ass cheek as though he hadn’t just smacked it. that was, until he repeated his action, the noise sounding off of the walls of the office.
smack.
over, and over, and over, and over.
he didn’t stop, repeating his action of soothing your ass only to slap it harder, all until you were a mewling mess, whimpering at him like a wounded puppy, his eyes harsher than you’d ever seen him. you felt sore, both of his hands now massaging you despite his growing annoyance.
the office was silent apart from the sound of your shaking breath, all whilst you clung to him, your eyes still matching his in a heavy, tension filled gaze that neither of you could look away from. he wanted to coo at you, wanted to hold you, kiss it better but fuck; he wouldn’t have you thinking like this ever again.
“the problem with you is you think a piece of paper changed shit between us.” he whispered down at you suddenly, voice meaner than you’d ever heard him. your eyelashes fluttered. “makes you think a judge signing off on some fucking divorce means you’re any less mine.”
“kook..” you whined quietly, causing him to massage deeper.
“that’s not how this works, baby. get that through your thick skull before i fuck it back into you, you understand me?” he warned, all whilst pushing his head against yours.
your noses touched, rubbing together almost romantically as he nuzzled against you, positioning you better on his lap despite the incessant sting on your ass. he slid your legs over his legs as he brought you closer and closer, his intensely large frame entirely engulfing you.
“we’re not together though..” you whispered at him, the horrible insecurity that remained deep in your bones, the same one you refused to ever show him, bleeding into your tone. “it’s only a matter of time before you meet someone new. even i know that.”
your admission was raw, honest - far more than you’d ever been in a very long time. he knew that, he could see it, especially with the way you felt utterly scared at even letting the words leave your mouth, nibbling on your lip immediately after as though you almost regretted being so truthful.
“what you want, y/n? want a ring? i’ll marry you today.” he scoffed down at you, as though your words were utter bullshit, anger still heavy in his veins. “you are my girl. you hear me? you. you’re mine, every bit of you, and i’m yours.”
you swallowed down the lump in your throat, as he began to kiss at your cheek, your nose and jaw, planting promises deep into your skin so that you’d absorb them as truth. he didn’t care that you guys weren’t together due to a technicality - you were his wife, entirely, fully. no one would ever be able to take that away from him.
the next few hours were spent in a way that felt like home.
he had first spent the first hour just holding you, watching you trace the tattoo peaking from his chest, the colours up and down his arm all whilst nuzzling deeper into him like you hadn’t been a bitch to him for no reason. his hands had roamed up and down you, cupping you warmly, touching you at times inappropriately just to have your usual brattiness shine through.
alas, work called, and so he placed you onto the couch in the office, murmuring something about ordering you food before kissing your head, turning to leave. the whine you let out was enough to have him curse under his breath, knowing he spoilt you far too often and that’s why you were doing what you were.
it wasn’t until you were dragging him back to you that he understood exactly what you wanted.
it had been two years since the divorce - no intimacy beside him going down on you here and there, but apart from that, it was all hidden kisses down your neck and gropes on your ass whenever he’d walk past.
that didn’t stop him from leaning down, one hand on the head of the sofa beside your head and pressing his lips to yours.
the breathy sound that escaped you from being kissed by him was truly enough to drive a man like jungkook wild, his lips moving, guiding, encouraging you to catch up with him. you did exactly that, hands yanking him further down until you could wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him as though this was the most natural thing you knew how to do.
he was your husband, after all.
parting from his lips, you both watched as a thin string of saliva separated you.
standing up tall had your eyes falling to the evident bulge in his utility trousers, your eyelashes fluttering up at him as you pretended to be indifferent to it. you hummed a little, raising your hand. “you can go now.”
the corner of his lip lifted.
such a fucking minx.
the rest of the day had him popping into the office, bringing you food, spending time with you whenever it was quiet. you gave him a haul at one point, showing him all the things you had bought with his hard earned money, even mentioning the bag you had eyed up earlier.
his response?
he had tilted his head in confusion, asking you why you didn’t buy it despite you telling him the price tag.
you had never been wetter.
by the time the garage was closing, he had you in the car, bags already put into the boot, whilst a heavy hand sat on your thigh, driving you home.
it felt like something had completely shifted between you now the unspoken had been spoken. it made you feel good, but you wanted more, craved it - you had spent so long pushing him away, even when you were married, that you had forgotten what it was like just to give into his affections. even slightly, it felt fulfilling in a way that left you hungry.
once your driveway came into view, you already knew he was gonna stay the night. it was common enough, usually forcing him to stay in the guest room like you wouldn’t be up all night wishing he would just come in already. alas, you had married, and divorced, a respectful man.
“kids coming back tomorrow morning?” he asked as he parked up, both of you walking to the door, all of the bags in his hand.
“afternoon.” you corrected over your shoulder, eyes meeting his. you watched as his eyes lifted from your ass in your tiny skirt, cheeks already slightly bruised and red from your earlier spankings, only for his gaze to lift back up to you.
he didn’t respond, simply following you in, locking the door behind him as you slipped off your heels.
“my feet hurt.” you huffed a little to yourself whilst flexing your toes a little.
he let out a slight laugh, placing your bags down on the kitchen table before grabbing you by the waist, lips attacking your neck almost immediately. your back hit his chest as he took a hold of your personal space, breathing in your floral scent now that you were all alone, with no one to interrupt.
no kids.
no garage.
nothing but the two of you and the dying tension between you.
“ugh!” you huffed, brattiness at an all time high, despite tilting your head so he could kiss you further. “you stink.”
“yeah?” he continued his kisses, fingers digging into your hips. “gonna join me in the shower?”
you rolled your eyes, just as he twirled you, towering over you so easily that you found yourself tilting your head just to be able to meet his gaze. his hardened jaw, the feel of his abs where your hands sat on his stomach - you hated him.
“you wish.” you retorted, just as his hands drifted down to your ass.
a large hand smoothed your ass, causing you to wince up at him a little, falling further into his chest causing him to laugh. you swatted his chest with a huff, hissing at him.
“meet me in there in two.” he whispered into your ear, squeezing once more before you huffed again, walking upstairs to your own room.
within the next five minutes, the water had been turned on, and jungkook had pulled his t-shirt off, grunting a little as he undressed in what he had always deemed to be a too small bathroom. it wasn’t until the door opened and he watched you walk in, just as the water had begun to spray down onto his chest, that he felt his stomach tighten.
he watched as you undressed, clothes pooling at your feet, your bra and panties dropping in seconds all whilst you joined him in the shower, almost paying him no mind as though he too wasn’t here. it wasn’t until you stepped back into him, letting the water hit your body instead of his that he properly yanked you back, bodies suddenly flushed against each other.
he tilted your head for the millionth time that day, lips grazing over your pulse, kissing as though he truly couldn’t get enough. he hummed against it, tongue tracing over it as his hands openly began running up and down you, clutching your breasts, your thighs, your stomach.
he loved when you acted like this. all snooty, as though he was beneath you despite your legs parting just as his hands drifted down. his, bratty girl. what a dream.
“missed this.” he whispered into your ear, just as you reached for the body wash.
“need to wash my body.” you huffed back, looking over your shoulder at him in that familiar bitchy way, only for him to lean downwards towards your face.
he grinned, twisting you properly in his arms so that you were actually facing him. the glare you gave him was enough to have his cock twitching against you, causing you to look down momentarily.
you could have sighed out of content, feeling it against you, so, so thick. so large, pressed against his stomach as he openly admired you, his own hands roaming over you as though he had every right.
the last time you had both hooked up was after you had signed the divorce papers. he had pounded you in the courthouse bathroom, with a hand over your mouth, and a hiss in your ear reminding you that no matter what, you still belonged to him, to which you had nodded, promising him. you were both so fucked for each other it was unreal.
queue two years later, you hadn’t actually seen his cock in so long despite having craved it for what felt like eons. despite what you felt, you knew you couldn’t bring yourself to cave in, yearning for something more than just sex and you couldn’t afford to get attached without it.
here you were, with that exact thing.
you were both so fucked in the head when it came to one another, with jungkook even going so far as to make a dildo for you that replicated his cock, just so you could pleasure yourself the exact way you wanted. it killed him inside to know you used it every night instead of using him, but with you in his arms right now, he hardly gave a fuck.
he watched as you lifted one of your hands, fingers brushing against the tip, all whilst your big eyes fluttered up at him in a sort of faux innocence. he cupped your hand, bringing it to his lips, before wrapping it around his cock properly.
you let out another sigh of content as you pumped him, up and down, all whilst water cascaded down onto both of your bodies. his head pressed against yours, lips brushing against one another so naturally it felt innate to the both of you.
his breath hitched just slightly as you used both hands, your heart fluttering at the feel of him so intimately against you.
“my pretty girl.” he pressed sweet pecks to your lips, whilst you tilted your head up at him, his hands openly massaging your ass again.
“so big.” you whispered back at him with a little sigh, thumb tracing over his slitted tip. “yeah? been stretching yourself out every night on your own?”
“trying to.” you mumbled back. his hand cupped yours, guiding you faster. “just too big sometimes to do it on my own.”
his eyes closed at your words, letting out a shaking breath, gripping you so much tighter before opening them up once more. he nudged his nose against yours, before pressing his lips harshly to yours.
your lips immediately moved in unison, bodies aligning as you both pumped his cock as though you couldn’t get enough of one another. tongues wrapped until they became one, your soft moans gliding through the falling water as jungkook pushed, and pushed and pushed until you were pressed against the wall.
by the time he was parting from your lips, you were a panting mess, your chest rising and falling. your hand dropped from his cock as he lifted you in his arms, your back pressed against the cool tile whilst he took your left breast in his mouth. sucking, biting, moaning - he was a mess against you, your hands pulling at his long strands that were growing damper by the second from the falling water.
the moan of his name on your tongue had him hissing, moving to your right breast. you had become a mural, a physical manifestation of his morbid love as he decorated you in purple bruises, your big eyes closing in sheer pleasure.
“don’t wanna wait anymore.” you whimpered at him, shaking your head as you began to pull his hair off of you.
he hissed a little from the shot of pain, not afraid to admit his cock twitched from the shock of it. at that, he gave your ass another smack, watching the way you squeaked before narrowing your eyes at him with a loud huff.
“need to stretch you out before i fuck you.” he grunted at you, both of your cheeks flushed from the steam of the shower.
“i don’t care. want it now.”
“stop being a fucking brat.” he hissed again, spanking you for the umpteenth time, your poor ass bruised.
you slid down from his arms, narrowing your eyes at him as you cheekily turned away. he stuck his tongue deep into his cheek as he watched you, soap suds washing down your body before you reached for a towel, sliding out before he could even stop you, only to watch you slip out of the bathroom immediately.
he wanted to curse. his cock had never been so hard in his life, and oh, the things he wanted to do to you - he felt like a born again virgin, having been celibate the second you had pushed him away after the courthouse fiasco. he matched your movements, washing his body before grabbing a towel, drying himself off and walking to your room.
the sight of you on the bed, sat, still in the towel, huffing a little as you checked your nails, pretending to be completely disinterested in him had his jaw ticking again. such a fucking brat.
you opened your mouth, no doubt to spew some utter bullshit to rile him up, but he didn’t give you a chance. within seconds, he had his hands on you, dropping you fully onto the bed, hovering over you, both towels on the ground almost immediately.
the sight of him on top of you, inbetween your legs had you rendered speechless for the first time in eons, a shaking gasp leaving you. it was the feel of his cock running up and down your already weeping pussy that had you actually letting out loud whimpers and whines, rotating your hips in hopes you could finally get what you wanted.
“spoilt rotten. that’s your fucking problem.” he hissed at you, grabbing your face with one of his hands, forcing you to look at him. “always get what you want.”
“because you always wanna give it to me.” you whimpered back at him, grabbing onto his shoulders before raising your legs higher, begging for more.
he hated how true your statement was.
before you could think, jungkook lined himself and began to push inside, all whilst watching your eyes widen only for them to shut tightly.
euphoric. that was the only, single emotion he could describe the feeling of his cock being hugged by your velvet walls after so long, your pussy clinging to him almost as desperately as he pushed and pushed until he was entirely inside of you. you couldn’t breathe, not when you swore you could feel him inside your stomach, your fingers digging so deeply into his shoulders you swore you’d scar him.
even when you masturbated on your own with the dildo, you struggled to take him fully, but having him all but bullying his cock inside of you, making sure you took it all? nothing had never felt better, with his sheer size stretching a home deep inside of you, one that you had missed more than anything else.
“jungkook.” you mewled out, lip already about to quiver.
god.
he had dreamt of this exact situation.
you, underneath him, chest rising and falling whilst your tits were decorated in bruises, symbols of his devotion to you. his cock, thick and heavy, deep inside of you as he watched you quiver trying to accommodate for him despite knowing it was all too much. god, he had dreamt indeed and yet it paled in comparison to what he was seeing.
two years.
two years of being denied this, and here he was, finally claiming his girl once more.
instead of letting you adjust, jungkook grabbed the bottoms of your thighs, lifting them slightly before beginning to thrust.
had you been a normal girl, he would have been gentler, kinder, maybe even sweeter but he knew you better than anyone else. you were a slut for him, through and through - couldn’t cum unless he was mean to your pussy.
and so, he did what any good ex husband would do.
he pounded.
your moans turned into loud whines of pleasure, back arching as jungkook set out a pace that you certainly couldn’t keep up with, scratching over his shoulders and biceps almost desperately. the chant of his name echoed around the room, only adding to his pace, his head pressing against yours.
“look at you.” he grunted loudly, hips slapping against hips, skin smacking against skin. “needed this so bad, didn’t you?”
“so bad.” you whined, with a shaking nod.
“that’s my girl.” he kissed your nose almost romantically, only making you whimper as he pushed your thighs against your chest, before pressing down on you.
the new position had your back curling upwards as you somehow managed to feel him so much deeper, your hands now shaking in the confinements of his hair. you couldn’t stop thrashing, as though all of the begging to get him to fuck you without actually prepping you were all stupid ramblings now that you couldn’t take it.
he loved the sight. there was nothing jungkook loved more than watching you grow more cockdrunk by the minute, what with the way your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, drool beginning to drip by the corner of your mouth.
he had never been more in love with you.
he pounded you over and over, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you were an overwhelmed mess, sobbing in his arms whilst trying to shut your legs around him, the overstimulation only gripping you by the throat meanly. by your fourth orgasm, you were babbling utter nonsense, a mixture of tears, mascara and drool all over you.
he had tapped your jaw with his hand, only for you to open up, watching him spit in your mouth. you clenched around him hard just as you swallowed, the sight something he knew he’d replay for time to come over and over over.
“so fucking tight.” he hissed down at you.
your positions had changed, with the both of you on your sides as he thrusted into you, his lips attacking the side of your face and shoulder all whilst you clung to the pillow in front of you, poor pussy leaking on either side of him. you were being ruined in real time.
“gonna get you nice and round baby. you’d like that, hm? like it when kookie fucks his cum into you?” he cooed down at you, condescending enough to have your brain begging for mercy. all you could muster was a loud moan, back arching into him at the promise of another baby. “please. want it so bad.”
“yeah?” he hissed, thrusts only getting meaner. “fuck…gotta put a ring on your finger first.”
at that, your legs began to shake.
“gonna take you out tomorrow morning. gonna cum nice and deep inside of you, and take you ring shopping so you can get what you want, hm?” he hissed down at you through his heavy breaths. “gonna be a good girl for me?”
“mhm..i’ll be so good, k-kookie. promise.” you whimpered.
jungkook gave you a hard thrust. he knew it was a lie.
“should’ve never let you go, baby. been missing my girl so much. should’ve kept you nice and full like you deserve.” he bit down on your shoulder. “but jungkook’s gonna fix it. just need you to cum for me, sweetheart.“
it was like he had control over your mind and body. your orgasm erupted through your body, clamping harshly onto his cock, causing him to choke as his thrusts faltered, already on the edge. waves of excruciating pleasure ran through you, grabbing you at every angle all whilst you coaxed him into his own orgasm, his loud grunts echoing off of the walls.
you could feel his hot cum reach all the way into your womb - a promise of what was to come, an assurance for the future. the thought of having more of his children only stretched out your orgasm as you cried out his name, his large fingers harsh on your clit to really force you over the edge.
by the time you were both settling down, you were a shaking mess.
cum plugged inside of you as he refused to pull out just yet, your bodies both sweating, hair a mess, makeup utterly ruined. jungkook had never seen you look so pretty, wanting nothing more than to propose to you right then and there, but even he knew you deserved far better than that.
it was when only ten minutes later, he turned you fully after pulling out, did he plant soft kisses to your face, all whilst fingering his cum back inside of you. you cried in oversensitivity, only causing him to coo at you, whispering sweet nothings about how good you had taken him, about how he needed the cum to stick to get you round and pregnant.
you could feel your eyes drooping as he took care of you, manoeuvring your body until it was utterly engulfed by his, your body sore and mind free.
for the first time in two years, you felt like you were home.
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true to his promise, you were both out of the house by the early morning.
also true to his word, you were currently stuffed with cum, littered in an array of hickeys both from the previous evening and that morning, causing you to choose an uncharacteristically modest outfit for the day. you had hissed at him all the way to the shop, huffing at having to hide your body in full length clothing only for him to smirk quietly to himself.
he couldn’t get enough of you.
still bitching, still whining - he had stopped pretending like he didn’t like it, especially when you could see right through him. he was yours, yes, but oh how you were his. he had woken you up to his mouth on your clit, coaxing you to a sweet orgasm before fucking you with the promises of a life even grander than the one you were currently living. that alone had gotten three orgasms out of you.
now, you were in the ring shop, frowning, flicking your hair and rolling your eyes at him with every ring you were shown, rudely grumbling over how it just wasn’t the one.
the one you had on was beautiful, which only irritated you more.
you made the effort of moving your hand in three separate angles, turning it to the light, turning your wrist away. the diamond caught every flicker, as it shon and sang to you, all whilst you pursed your lips.
“i don’t like it.”
the jeweller openly frowned at you.
this had been the tenth ring he had shown you, and none of them made you happy. none were the ring you had envisioned, wanting something different and yet something classic, the oxymoron killing you from the inside out.
whilst the man behind the counter was quite startled by your behaviour, jungkook was certainly not.
he stood beside you, t shirt stretched over his figure deliciously, arm heavy around your waist as he maintained you flushed against his figure no matter how bitchy you were being with him. it only had him tightening his fingers on you.
you continued your comments to the jeweller as he showed you more and more rings, before he sensed the growing tension, leaving you both be for a moment. once you were alone on the shop floor, jungkook nudged you a little so you’d look up at him.
“enough.”
the word was quiet. commanding. enough to have your pussy clenching despite how sore you already were, not that it was enough to stop you wanting him in every single way. unfortunately, despite your lapse in demeanour the night before, you weren’t willing to let it show easily again.
you huffed. “none of these are right.”
“you’re being nitpicky on purpose.”
“maybe i just have standards.” you rolled your eyes at him, making a show of crossing your arms across your chest.
it was his turn to make his eyes narrow down at you meanly.
“you done?” he asked, with a small hiss. “your ass not sore enough, y/n?”
you grit your teeth as you willed yourself to be quiet, wanting nothing more than to rebut at him but even you knew jeon jungkook was certainly not above spanking you in a jewellery shop, especially if it meant you’d actually shut up. so, instead, you found yourself huffing a little at him again, picking at your manicure.
“just don’t wanna pick the wrong one.” you admitted in a much smaller voice, refusing to meet his eyes as you ruined your french tips, frown heavy on your face.
the admission was quiet, barely above a mumble but it hit jungkook right in his chest, knowing that despite the rushed nature of everything, this symbolised something so much bigger. starting again when the first time around had been a rush in itself was scary, especially when the stakes were so much higher this time. sure, you had been divorced once and you were marrying him again but you knew this meant you guys would actually have to work through your annoyances with one another.
the thought honestly scared you.
his devotion, his obsession, his incessant need to have you in his arms whether you liked him or not was reciprocated heavily by yourself, only masked with an air of indifference.
“baby.”
he pulled you out of your thoughts, making you look up through your lashes.
“buy as many as you fucking want. you want seven, huh? all days of the week?” he narrowed his eyes down at you. “there isn’t a wrong one, so get that out of your head.”
for the first time in that interaction, you properly turned into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck with a soft sigh of content at his words. good answer, you thought, as you nuzzled into his neck, all whilst he pushed you against the jewellery counter.
by the time the owner had come back, you had finally made your selection, feeling almost shy as you watched jungkook pay for it. sure, you spent his money without thinking, but you were quickly realising how much better it felt with him beside you actually taking charge of the transaction part. the thought began to fester all over you as he signed the receipt, turning to walk you out as the jeweller began sizing the rings immediately.
unfortunately for him, you pressed your lips to his cheek in the sweetest action you could muster. judging from the flip in your eyes, the way affection swirled in them, he knew you wanted something.
“what?” he grunted.
“so..remember that bag?”
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He’s physically attached to u 85% of the time you’re both at home. Not just sitting next to you, but his leg thrown over yours, his arm around your waist, his chin hooked on your shoulder while you scroll on your phone. It’s like he needs a point of constant contact to recharge.
His idea of a perfect evening is you curled into his side on the couch, him with a book or his laptop, you watching something, with his free hand just absently stroking your arm or playing with your hair. He gets this deeply content, sleepy look on his face.
You’ll wake up and your coffee is already made exactly how you like it. He notices your favorite snack is running low and just appears with a new bag. Your car gets a full tank of gas before you even realize it’s low. He never makes a big deal about it, just does it quietly.
He has this thing where he’ll just lift you. Not in a dramatic way. You’re standing at the kitchen counter and he needs to get something from the cabinet behind you. Instead of asking you to move, his hands go to your waist and he gently, firmly lifts you about six inches to the side, sets you down, gets his thing, and then pulls you back against his chest. It’s so casual it makes your brain short-circuit.
He gets stupidly, adorably pouty when he’s tired or has had a long day. He’ll just slump onto the bed or couch next to you, put his head in your lap, and sigh dramatically. If you don’t immediately start carding your fingers through his hair, he’ll nudge your hand with his head.
He’s a massive spoiler. Sees a sweater you looked at online? It’s delivered two days later. Mentions a book you wanted to read? It’s on the nightstand. He sees a beautiful necklace on his way to your house? He will get it for you with your favorite flowers. He gets genuine joy from the way your face lights up, kissing his cheek so softly, he’ll try to hide his smile by looking away.
He’ll call you just to hear your voice. It’ll be a random Tuesday afternoon.
“Hey. What are you doing?”
“Just at the grocery store.”
“Okay. Buy the good strawberries. I’ll see you tonight.”
And then he just hangs up. It was literally just a check-in.
He has zero ability to say no to you. You could call him at 3am and whisper “I need you” and he’d already be pulling on his jeans, no questions asked. You could ask for something utterly ridiculous and he’d just nod slowly and say, “Alright. Let me figure out how.”
He’s not big on grandiose public displays, but his hand is always, always on the small of your back, or holding your hand when you’re walking together. Guiding you, keeping you close. He needs to feel u all the time.
When he’s feeling soft, it’ s all about being taken care of. He’ll lay his head in your lap and ask you to feed him bites of fruit. He’ll let you wash his hair in the shower, leaning back into your hands with his eyes closed, completely pliant. He needs the comfort of your full attention on him.
He has a specific, sleepy smile that only appears right as he’s drifting off with you in his arms. It’s barely there, just a slight upturn of his lips, and it’s the most peaceful thing you’ve ever seen.
He gets subtly, quietly jealous. Not in an angry way, but if you’re talking to someone else for too long, you’ll feel him come up behind you, his arms sliding around your waist, his chin on your shoulder. He won’t say anything, just inserts himself into your space until the other person gets the hint and leaves.
If you’re upset or crying, he doesn’t always have the right words. Instead, he’ll pull you into the shower with him. The hot water, the steam, his solid body holding you up. He’ll just wash you, slowly and meticulously, shampooing your hair, letting the water wash everything else away. It’s his reset button for both of you. ㅤ♡ྀི
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His absolute favorite way to start the day is waking you up with his head between your thighs. Gently parting your legs in the soft morning light and going down on you until you're a trembling, gasping mess before you've even had coffee. He loves the taste of you mixed with sleep.
Yoongi loves eating you out, hes trained for this. He will take u in any position— on his knees, sitting on his face, from behind— he will eat it, just pls tell him.
He has a thing for watching you come on his cock, then pulling out immediately after and finishing all over your stomach or tits. He likes to think of it as a territory marking. and he'll do it with this possessive, dizzy look in his eyes, moaning your name as he stripes your skin with his cum.
He loves it when you're messy. If you're on top and you ride him hard, he'll grip your hips and growl, “That's it, make a mess for me. Get your pretty pussy all messy on my dick.” He gets off on the visual and the slick, wet sounds.
Praise is filthy in his mouth. It's never just “you're pretty.” It's “Look at you, taking my cock so well. Such a good fucking girl for me, aren't you? Perfect little thing.” He says it right against your ear, voice gravelly and low.
But he flips to degradation so smoothly it makes your head spin. One moment it's “good girl” the next, his hand is tight in your hair, pulling just enough to sting as he thrusts up into you. “Just a greedy little thing, aren't you? Can't get enough. You'd take it all day, wouldn't you? My used-up girl.”
He's a big fan of overstimulation. When you're oversensitive and shaking after coming, he won't stop. He'll hold you down, pinning your hips, and keep thrusting, whispering, “One more, come on. I know you can give me one more. Squeeze my cock again with that tight little cunt.”
He loves making you say what you want in the dirtiest terms. He'll have you pinned, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit, and he'll ask, “What does my girl need? Use your words.” And if you mumble it, he'll stop. “Louder. Tell me you need my cock in your slutty little pussy.”
He has a praise kink for himself too, but only from you. When he's feeling subby and needy, he'll lay his forehead on yours and guide your hand to his cheek. “Tell me Im doing good,” he'll whine, moving his hips so slowly into your wet pussy. And you'll stroke his cheek and whisper all the filthy things hes doing to you, praising him for how hard hes fucking you, how deep hes going inside of you. He comes hard just from hearing it, his thrusts loses rhythm, whimpering mess.
He has a thing for your underwear. He'll pick out what he wants you to wear, the laciest, most delicate things, just so he can tear them off you later. Or sometimes he'll just push them aside instead, fucking you through the fabric until it's soaked.
The ultimate for him is when you're so fucked-out you can't move, and he has to take care of you. He'll bring you water, feed you bits of food, and tuck the blankets around you, all while wearing that soft, sleepy smile. You're his beautiful, well-used mess.
He gets a thrill from you using him for your pleasure. On days when he's more submissive, he'll tell you, “Just ride me, use my cock until you're satisfied. Don't worry about me.” And he'll lie there, hands gripping the sheets tight, watching you take what you need from him, which in turn drives him wild.
Yoongi has a borderline obsession with u calling him by his name. He needs u to say Yoongi, If you're being quiet, he'll slow his thrusts to an agonizing grind, his forehead against yours, and rasp, “Say it. I need to hear it.” And when you finally break, whimpering his name, it unleashes something feral in him. His rhythm turns punishing, his grip bruising, his eyes black with a possessive high. “Again,” he demands, voice shredded. “Louder. Let the whole neighborhood know who's fucking you this good.” He'll fuck you through your climax, chanting “Say my name, keep moaning my name” until you're sobbing it, a broken mantra against his hot mouth. But it's the quiet times that really gets him—your sleepy morning mumble or a soft sigh during a cuddle—that makes his chest feel tight. He collects every time you say it. To him, from your lips, it's proof he's yours. ㅤ♡ྀི
A/N: this is an apology for not posting in a while lmfao, i wanted to post sfw and nsfw in same post bcuz hes just so gentle and hot, I couldn’t just show his filthy side.
𓊆 ❤︎ 𓊇 ──── seven powerful businessmen have the luxury, the influence and anything they could ever desire — yet none of it makes them feel alive anymore. that is, until they become captivated by a waitress who awakens something inside them for the first time in years. drawn in by your presence, they offer you one night of passion and pleasure in exchange for money, never expecting it to end in such an unforgettable way.
PAIRING ✦ dom!bts x sub!f.reader
GENRE ✦ gangbang au, BDSM, polyamory, eightsome, porn with little plot, smut, fluff
WARNINGS ✦ 18+, explicit smut, consensual rough sex, eightsome, multiple orgasms and positions, creampie, unprotected sex, free use, semipublic sex, breeding and impregnation kink, degradation, power play, size difference, bondage, reader gets passed around, oral sex (f. receiving), double penetration, triple penetration, vaginal and anal sex, anal training, spanking, impact play (use of hands, belts etc), choking and breath play, possible use of sex toys, overstimulation, forced orgasms, cum inflation and belly bulging, pussy eating and fingering, squirting, wet & messy sex, body worship, dirty talk, fisting and gaping, breast play, mentions of safe word (not used), oral sex (m. receiving), sloppy blowjob, throat fucking, manhandling, use of lube and saliva, cum stuffing, use of belt as a collar, reader takes three cocks at the same time, sweetest loving aftercare, more tags to be added...
WC ✦ 20k+ ( estimated )
NOTE ✦ 5k followers special oneshot as i promised to you babes *MWAAAH*
yoongi x you (femreader) | 1.2k words
summary – yoongi takes you for a ride in his car. that's all.
warnings – 18+ (sex, coarse language)
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Yoongi was a silent assassin; a sweetheart, but emotionally unavailable; someone you swore you would never give yourself to again – no matter how charming those steely eyes could be. They were agonisingly alluring at the best of times but you’d been celibate, by choice, for months now, so much as a brisk wind making your thighs clench together.
You were borderline cock-staved, embarrassingly so and when Yoongi, your good friend, invited you to a club night that his friend was hosting, you should’ve said no.
A polite decline and a promise to catch up with him next time he was back from tour would have sufficed but you couldn’t. Your fingertips had a mind of their own, swiftly texting back a simple ‘see you there’ before tearing your wardrobe apart to find something to wear, desperate to impress and to find someone, anyone to put you out of your own self-inflicted misery.
“But why would you do that?”
Yoongi couldn’t comprehend your staunch declaration of abstinence, baffled by the decision to starve yourself from something so good, so enjoyable – his words. It was something he hoped he would never have to do, god-willing.
“Um, because the last guy I was dating fucked his personal assistant…”
Yoongi almost laughed at your response, not because what had happened to you was funny, hell, he almost put a hit out on the guy – he laughed because of how ludicrous that relationship was to begin with. You deserved more than some washed up tech dude, fumbling his way through life trying to scam a bunch of old people who didn’t know how to use the Internet. You deserved a man, a real man.
“Why exactly is that funny to you?”
“It’s not,” He cleared his throat, “I remember that guy; he was an asshole, a scumbag… I told you that a million times.”
You rolled your eyes at his reply, “Not really looking for an ‘I told you so’ from you of all people, Yoon.”
Yoongi was quick to hold his hands up in defence, realising that you were actually hurt by this asshole and he didn't need to add to that.
“Eh, I’m not telling you that. I’m saying that you should want more and at least find someone who can satisfy you like you deserve...” He was testing you, watching for your reaction and he got one, quirked brow and pursed lips.
“When did I say anything about not being satisfied?” You were quietly curious to know when you had ever aired that unfortunate tid-bit to the man beside you.
“You didn’t have to, jagiya. I’ve known you. I know what satisfaction looks like in those eyes. I’ve seen it.”
His irises were unyielding, threatening almost, tempting you back into the arms of the man who had sworn himself to you. Sure, he seldomly fucked around but you were the pinnacle of his fickle heart; you were his.
“Remind me again.”
Three simple words ignited the simmering desire deep within Yoongi’s soul, eyes darting across your face as he caressed your warm, rosy cheek in his hand. He was soft with you, careful not to break you in the chaos of his want but when your lips crashed onto his, he knew you burned for him too; desperate to feel something again, with him. Your fingertips traced his sharp jaw, light stubble tickling your skin as he deepened the kiss, tongue battling against one another, starved for passion.
Yoongi subtly inched back, lips hovering over yours as he whispered, “Where should I fuck you? Your choice.” His eyes flickered between yours, waiting for an answer while he savoured the way your pupils dilated in the darkness.
With a devilish grin you asked, “Did you drive here?”
A soft chuckle rumbled in his tightening chest as he processed your words, fingers instantly entangled with yours as he dragged you out of the club and into the dimly lit street. He didn’t need to be asked twice to fuck you in his Porsche, the idea making his already snug jeans a lot tighter. Even in the midst of his excitement, Yoongi still rushed around to the passenger side and opened your door; endlessly chivalrous even if what he was about to do was anything but gentlemanly.
“Thank you,” You whispered, mimicking his smirk before sliding into the passenger seat with a nervous sigh.
You watched him strut around the front of his car, chest puffed out and head darting in all directions to check the surroundings. A small smile tugged on the corners of your lips when he jumped in beside you with a boyish grin, hand immediately reaching down to push his seat back as far as it would go while the other roamed your bare thigh.
“I don’t think anyone can see,” Yoongi muttered as he leaned back in his seat and started unbuckling his belt with his free hand.
“Don’t care if they can to be honest,” You sweetly replied and shuffled the hem of your tight skirt up your thighs, peeling it up around your waist and out of the way.
Yoongi tutted as he palmed himself over his briefs, watching you carefully crawl over the console and settle your knees on each side of his thighs, “That’s very naughty,” He hummed, gripping your waist as you settled on his lap, his heart racing under your shaky hands.
“I thought you knew me, darling.” You taunted and tugged his stiff cock from the tight confines of his Calvin Kleins, craving to feel his soft tip teasing your hole.
“That is why I’m not surprised,” He exhaled, fingers gripping your sides even harder as you slid down slowly and bottomed out. He was bigger than your ex, bigger than anyone you’d been with, full stop.
The grimace stitched between your furrowed brows always gave Yoongi the ultimate satisfaction, dick twitching at your shallow breath and tiny moans. You were beautifully unholy, panting and clutching at the necklace hanging loosely around his neck, whispering expletives and praising the lord for the best dick of your life.
It was nearly too much for him.
“Good girl – take all of me. My god.”
You fell forward and pressed your forehead to his as you got reacquainted, the fullness really pushing you to the limit as you bounced. The sound of Yoongi slowly groaning against your parted lips was perfect encouragement and as hard as he tried to stay still and let you take control, his rutting hips had other ideas. He couldn’t stop himself from nudging you along, meeting you halfway as you circled your hips, ripping moan after moan from his perfectly pink lips.
“Don’t do this to me,” He practically whined with a stupid smile, hands clutching for power as you fucked him into a muttering mess. His flushed face was covered by his long messy hair until you reached up and pushed it back, eyes locked and riddled with lust.
“Aw,” You cooed and pinched his chin between your thumb and pointer, angling his gorgeous face up to yours, “I know you can take it, handsome.”
Yoongi’s raspy laugh echoed through the stifling car as he bucked his hips and sent your flying into his chest. You’d missed these brief moments of joy and the unadulterated pleasure he could give you. And it was moments like this where you wondered why you ever fought the desire to have him.
Because he could give it to you – every which way you wanted.
a/n – just a short little yoongi fic to get everyone ready for the weekend.
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Synopsis - You love Jungkook. Have been almost all your life. Being an idiot who hoped he’d see you the way you saw him one day. Only for him to crush your heart when he falls for a boy. Kim Taehyung. You think the only thing that could get worse is the pain in your heart. Unfortunately however, pain is the easy part.
Paring- Kim Taehyung × Reader ft. Jeon Jungkook
Genre - Yandere/ Dark Romance
Warnings - None in this chapter but obviously there would be really questionable stuff including smut in the future as this is yandere.
Word count - 3K
a/n- So, my initial plan was to upload this as one shot but that would've taken so long with my busy as hell life. And as since some of you said it'd be great to have a mini series, I'll be uploading mini chapters like these. Let's hope my fingers won't slip and I end up writing 30K chapters in the future 🥲. Good luck to me. And hope you'd enjoy this lovelies. ILY as always ♥️ (ps. Also let me know if you need a taglist)
Ever since you knew Jungkook, it was all pain. An endless pain of longing. Watching him falling in love, getting his heart broken, bringing new women to his bed. It was a pain that never got old. Over time you thought it’ll get easier. You thought it’ll only hurt the first time. When that sixteen year old boy came to you with pink cheeks and wide eyes admitting he liked one of your girl friends, it hurt like no other pain in the world. You wanted to rip the skin of the girl he liked. But of course you didn’t. No. You were too weak to do that. Too weak and cowardly to do anything but watch him date other girls. Never ever strong enough to step up and confess that you loved him. With everything you had.
But how could you? Jungkook never looked at you that way. Never treated you in a way that was anything more than his best friend. Never ever touched you with a hunger in his eyes. Never ever smiled at you in any way other than platonic. Never looked at you with stars in his eyes. In a way he looked at other girls he liked. Then you should’ve let him go. Taught your treacherous heart that he’ll never be yours.
But how could you? Jungkook was the anchor of your life. The sweet boy next door who was always there for you through your hardest time. The boy who climbed through your window when you were hiding in your closet trying to drown the noises of your mom fighting with her one of many boyfriends. The boy who sneaked you out of your room and asked you to sleep in his bed when things got really bad. The boy who punched those rude boys’ faces when they thought it was funny to bully you. The boy who threatened to break the bones of your mom’s that one boyfriend if he ever laid a finger on you again. The boy who was always yours but never truly yours.
Then there was hope. A kindling hopes that one day he’ll miraculously wake up and realize what he’s been looking for this whole time has been right in front of him. That he’ll suddenly realize he has feelings for you. That he’ll come to you in the very end. Even if it takes years and years. At least there was the hope that you could work, change your whole life from your hair to your body to become a better woman than the girls he dated. Brought home. Slept with. You’ve always done that. Dieting. Gym. Short hair. Long hair. Dying. Hundred different styles. Not that it ever worked but there was always hope.
Until now…
Until this very moment you’re sitting across from him in the corner cafe near your college. His words that he had blurted out a minute ago still echoing inside your skull like a war drum.
“Fuck, ___, I think I like a man!”
Your first instincts are to laugh. Because what? Through all the time you knew him, you never saw him with a man. Never saw him at least being a tiny bit interested in a man. He always dated girls. Always slept with girls. You know. You would’ve known if it wasn't considering how obsessed you’re with him. You know everything about him. And this is new.
“What?” You gape at him.
“I know right?” Jungkook groans, rubbing his hands across his face and then pulling down on his black beanie all the way down until it covers his reddened ears.
Oh!
Your initial surprise of hearing something utterly obscene dies away as you watch him. The little ring of laughter that wanted to escape you withers into nothing. Jungkook looks…devastated. He looks troubled. Looks shy. But above everything he looks scared.
“But–but um… I thought you were into—”
“Girls? Yes, I know.” Jungkook blurts, not letting you carry on. “Trust me I’m as surprised as you are, ___. But, fuck, I can’t deal with this shit anymore.” He drops his head into the table. A gentle thud erupts making you wince. You don’t know what to think of this situation now. Or what to tell him. Though, you can definitely feel a deep hurt within your body. Nothing physical. Jungkook raises his head again at your utter silence. “I mean, I am into girls.” He looks around. Then points at a girl in a mini dress and tights, her flared skirt making her ass look more perkier. “See, she’s goddamn hot and I sure will fuck her if she lets me.” He looks back at you.
Your heart plummets. In a very bad way. You don’t know how pain never got easier. Jungkook always had someone wrapped around him. One girl after another. Especially after his terrible breakup a year ago. It’s no secret that he loved Ysela. He loved her with everything he had. They were the Romeo and Julliet of the campus. Everyone believed they’ll be the end game. You thought so too. The two years they’ve been together were the hardest of your life. A life that wasn’t worth living. Only that they didn’t and she broke his heart, leaving behind a shell of a Jungkook who got drunk and cried on your shoulder everyday. Yet he never saw you. It’s always been another girl. New. Old. Friends. Enemies. But never you.
Hell, you wouldn’t have cared. You would’ve been glad even if he chose to use your body as a distraction. He didn’t. He won’t. Not even now.
You force down the lump in your throat. “Bi then?” You ask meekly. And stupidly. Jungkook groans again.
“Should be right? I mean…” He sighs. “Yeah. But that’s not the only problem, ___.” He clasps his hands, squeezing his left with his right. “I–” He gulps as if this is really hard for him. “Um…I–fuck, I really like him. I’ve been for weeks now, I can’t handle this anymore. It’s becoming too much it hurts me, ___. Like actually hurts me. Physically. And it scares me.” He gestures at his heart, a genuine fear crossing his eyes. The words settle on you like a boulder. Pressing on you. Crushing you beneath its weight. The lump you’ve tried to swallow down returns ten times stronger. Even your head starts to spin.
You know how he feels. You know how it hurts. If there's anyone in this world who can relate, it’d be you.
“I mean,” Jungkook continues, completely oblivious to your internal breakdown. “Not the part that I like a man. I don’t care. But—but that I’m falling for someone again? That shit is fucking scary, ___. I—you know after—” He swallows down his words. He doesn’t speak her name. As if it will reopen the old, painful wounds. Instead he shrugs and gives you a look that says you know who. “I didn’t think I’d love anyone again…”
His words drift away from you. Leaving a loud ring in your ears.
Love.
Did he say love?
Whenever he had brought a girl home with him, it hurt you like a bitch. Every time you saw him giving those hungry eyes to someone else, the jealousy had pricks at your heart so bad that you’ve silently plotted those women’s demise. Every time he dated someone—which never lasted that long, you cried until your body collapsed with exhaustion. Yet all of those times, before and after Ysela, you always knew he wasn’t in love. You knew those people would go away just like they came. Then there was this feeling you got with Ysela. You knew she wasn’t going. There was a certain way Jungkook’s eyes sparked whenever he mentioned her. There was a specific kind of fear in his eyes when he told you that he was going to confess. And that was exactly like this.
Just like with Ysela, you know this man—whoever he is, not going to go. So your heart weeps. Like it's physically bleeding. You have to fight the urge to clutch your chest.
“I tried to stay away. It was crazy anyway.” Jungkook is still rambling. Most of them do not reach your ears. “But it’s becoming unavoidable now. I can’t fucking sit back. I feel so…ugh…” He throws his head back. Then dips his head back to look you dead in the eye. “I can’t just let him go because of a past heartbreak, ___. I need to do something.”
You suck in a small breath. God, you need to leave. Why? Why could it never be you? With the girls he used to date, even with Ysela, you at least had the hope of competing. Trying. Being the better one. The better choice. But this?
He likes a boy.
And even if you wanted to, you can’t compete with that. You’re hopeless. You can’t become a boy now, can you.
You fist your hands in your sweater, so you won’t reach out and grab his hands. Then do something stupid like crying. Or, grabbing his shoulders and shaking the life out of him. Demanding why he can’t see you. You can’t do that. He’s too precious to lose over your petty feelings. You’ve done this before. You can do this again.
“So, you gonna confess?” After a breath you finally manage to ask without your voice breaking.
Jungkook freezes. Then shakes his head. “Too risky dammit. Can’t just walk over and tell him. What if he doesn’t like me.” He starts bobbing his leg frantically, that the table starts to rattle. You know that feeling too. “No, fuck that, what if he’s not into men? No, no, no…we have to get really close to him first and then–then we’ll have to see if he’s not into men.” He turns his hopeful eyes toward you. Finally looking satisfied and a bit relieved. Though you freeze entirely this time.
“We?” You question in alarm.
Jungkook shrugs. “You’d help me right?” He shuffles into his feet immediately, walking around the table and scooting into your booth. You try to make space for him, your heart leaping in your chest despite the fact that you know these moments or touches mean absolutely nothing to him. You look at him with wide eyes as he throws his arm around your shoulder. “C’mon, help me. You’re my best friend. If you don’t help me then who else will?” A soft whine escapes him while an adorable pout decorates his mouth. You blink at his face. A sudden ache in your head makes you want to pound it into a wall. You feel nauseous.
He wants you to help you to get together with someone else?
How cruel is that? Why does life treat you this badly?
“Please!” Jungkook pouts even harder. If there’s anything that’d hurt you more than seeing him falling in love with someone else, then it is seeing him heart broken. After Ysela, you think you cried harder than him. You were as miserable as him. More miserable than the time they were dating. You don’t want to see him in that state ever again. No matter how hard it’ll hurt you. This seems serious. He seems like he's really, painfully in love.
Besides how can you say no to him
So, you nod.
“You know I will.”
……………………………
Hate.
It’s the first thing that had bristled inside your veins the moment this male in front of you had walked into the study room. You knew that you wouldn’t like the person who made Jeon Jungkook—the man you’re painfully in love with—fall for them. But you haven’t expected to hate that person this badly just after one look.
But you do. You don’t know what exactly that is making you dislike him. Perhaps hate is a strong word. Perhaps you just don’t like him. Whatever it is you absolutely don’t want to stay in the vicinity of this man.
Kim Taehyung, as Jungkook said. Tae as the man himself introduced.
There’s something in him that makes you want to scream. Makes you want to cry and ask him to fuck off. Maybe it’s his looks. Because god dammit isn’t he the most good looking human you’ve laid your eyes on. You hate how effortlessly handsome, beautiful and ethereal he is. You hate his perfect height which makes him a character out of a book. You hate the way his thighs stretch against his grey pants as he sits. Why the hell would he have to have such delicious looking legs. You hate the way his biceps are bulged against his white T-shirt which you know is probably hiding the abs that must look mouthwatering too.
Then there’s his face. His goddamn face. With his mismatched eyes and little moles. With his pretty lips that stretch into a box when he smiles. With his perfect nose and damn divining jaw. He is perfect. There’s nothing awful or ugly about him that you can point out. So you hate him. No wonder Jungkook decided to change his sexuality for him. You bet anyone would do it.
So, you hate him!
You hate him with everything you got. Though you can’t do anything about it. Not now. You can’t ask him to fuck off. There’s a promise you made to Jungkook. To help him. The only reason that pushes you to be civil at this moment. You have to pretend like you’re happy to be in his company while you wait for Jeon Jungkook, who’s already fifteen minutes late. What a good impression he’s making of himself?
You: Where the hell are you, Jeon? (10.45 a.m.)
You shoot him the tenth text of the hour. The little words underneath the message lets you know that it’s been delivered but the guy doesn’t read it. You almost send a follow up text.
“So…your friend’s been late?” Taehyung’s voice startles you as you snap your eyes to him in surprise though there’s no reason to. In your defense you haven’t talked much with each other apart from some polite pleasantries. You scowl at him. Well obviously Jungkook is late. You want to say it aloud but you swallow back the venomous words.
“Looks like it. He’s not replying to me” You answer as politely as you can.
“Maybe, he’s caught up with something.” Taehyung again offers. Not that you care. You simply shrug and drag your laptop closer to you.
It had been Jungkook’s stupid idea to arrange a study date, but for all three of you. You’ve disagreed of course. The knowledge of him falling for someone else again was painful enough. Agreeing to help him to win that person over was like ripping your skin off little by little. Then having to come for a study date to watch Jungkook do his best to flirt? That had truly sounded like a living hell. But here you are. Blankly staring at your laptop screen. Sitting with a stranger you already hate.
Oh the things you do for love!
“Maybe.” You still manage to answer without any bite in your voice, throwing a second glance at your phone, confirming Jungkook hasn’t replied to you yet and hasn’t read the message.
“So, you’re studying Health?” Taehung picks up his coffee cup. You regret not buying one before you came. Not that you’ll get sleepy. But you’re exhausted. Mentally. He takes a sip. Then before you can answer, he smiles at you and to your utter bewilderment holds the coffee cup towards you. “Want a sip?”
Your lips part in surprise. Is he kidding? You’re strangers. He just met you a few minutes ago. And he wants to share his fucking coffe with you? Yet you don’t even get to refuse as he shoves the cup in your hand. You blink in surprise a few times, your brain failing to guide your body towards a suitable reaction, making you take a sip. Then you groan at the sweet chocolate taste.
“That’s not coffee.” Stating the obvious you shove the cup back with furrowed brows.
“Yeah.” The handsome stranger who just shared his drink with you shrugs, taking his cup back. “Hot chocolate. It’s cold outside.” He gestures his thumb behind him, indicating the outside world beyond this little study room. “Besides, I don’t drink coffee.” He scrunches up his face in disgust. Offended, you try to call him fucking crazy when your phone finally buzzes with a new message.
Kookie: Sorry. (10.58 a.m.)
Kookie: It’s Kim!!!! The bastard wants me to go through my fucking paper again before the cut off date. He won’t let me go!!!!! (10.58 a.m.)
Kookie: 😭😭(10.59 a.m.)
You read his messages, a sigh escaping you.
“Is that your friend?” Taeyung inquires again.
“Yes, apparently Professor Kim won’t let him go.” You explain lightly as you begin to type back a reply.
You: Isn’t that fucking favourism? (11.00 a.m.)
You: So you won’t come? WTH am I supposed to do with your crush????!!!!!! (11.00 a.m.)
A few minutes passes before you receive a reply from your best friend–well, from the man you’re deeply in love with. Taehyung watches you over his drink with glinting eyes. God, even his eyes are pretty. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him.
“Is this the Kim with the specs or the other Kim with that killer face?” Taehyung takes another sip as he interrupts you. With furrowed brows you raise your head to look at him.
“Um… Kim Namjoon. Guess he is the one with specs.” You shrug.
“Ah! He’s annoying.” He adds while scrunching up his face.
“You know him?” It’s not that you want to engage in conversations but apparently there are no other options.
“Course!” Taehyung chuckles. “Me and Kook both are in his class.”
Of course, they are. You grit your teeth and pay attention to the new message you just received.
Kookie: I will!!! Please don’t let him leave. Tell him I’ll be there within five minutes. (11.07 a.m.)
Kookie: Maybe ten (11. 07 a.m.)
Kookie: Maybe fifteen (11. 07 a.m.)
You: WTF?!!!!! Can you say a specific time 😡 (11.08 a.m.)
Kookie: Okay then ten minutes. Don’t let him leave. 😓 🙏 (11.09 a.m.)
You sigh heavily then type back.
You: You owe me. Bring snacks, and a coffee for me (11.09 a.m.)
You: Not for your crush…
You type the message and stop halfway wondering whether you should tell him your newest discovery about his crush. Jungkook wants you to help him to bag this man which is painful. Even the thought of him being with someone else makes your throat tighten. But even if you didn’t help, will that make any difference other than you being a bitch of a friend? You guess not. You didn’t help Jungkook to get together with Ysela. You were just a bystander with a broken heart who watched the love of your life doted on another woman like a love sick puppy. So this time it’ll be the same anyway. Whether you help him or not. At least by helping, you can be a good friend.
You: Not for your crush tho. The man apparently doesn’t like coffee. (11.12 a.m.)
You touch the send button just as Jungkook replies to you promising to bring a whole snack bar and a cafe. Then another text from him flashes on your screen.
Kookie: Wait! What? U serious? (11.12 a.m.)
You don’t know what you expect but a very childish part of you selfishly and desperately hopes that Jungkook will miraculously decide he doesn’t want anyone who won’t share his coffee addiction. But of course who are you kidding?
Kookie: Gahhh he’s fucking crazy. 🤤 😍 Should I stop drinking coffee too? Will he think we have something in common then? (11.13 a.m.)
The way your heart sinks to your stomach makes you physically blanch. You don’t know how the pain could get any worse. You’ve been suffering for years. Almost all your life. You’ve been through this before but it still hurts like someone is ripping your heart out of your chest. And the worst part? You know what Jungkook is doing. It’s not simply liking someone. You would know. Because you’ve done and still doing the same thing for him. It’s ridiculous how many times you’ve changed yourself hoping Jungkook would notice and fall for you. It’s sickening how you change your hair five times a year mimicking whoever he’s having a fling with. It’s tiresome how you’ve changed your styles, started counting calories so you’d be the type he’s after. Even changing your hobbies. You no longer read like you used to. You, instead, play video games with Jungkook though you’re not the best at it. But you do them anyway. Trying to become someone who you’re not. Trying to become what he wants.
Just like how Jungkook is willing to do for this man in front of you.
That’s not good.
You bite your own tongue so you won’t start crying. Jungkook liking someone else is hard enough to stomach but to know that he likes someone on a similar level as you liking him, that is impossible to bear. Because, you know, that level of insanity leaves no space to return. Hell, even with Yesela, who was Jungkook’s one true love, you know Jungkook never tried to change himself. Maybe Yesela wasn’t his one true love after all. Even with that, nothing you did to stand out in his eyes worked. And it wasn’t that bad. You managed to compete with her because at least she was a woman.
watching twilight and I keep making myself laugh imagining if it was just alucard or any other vampire instead of Edward. POV nausferatu goes to ur school
