Pink Hearts & Black Clouds || jjk. — 02
Love me at my lowest, I’ll love you when you’re barely holding on
↠ Pairing : Jungkook x Reader
↠ Summary : Jeon Jungkook is the epitome of a brooding grunge. Moody, distant, and always a little too sarcastic. A grumpy, tattooed college student who barely tolerates anyone… except you. Somehow, the girl who’s a whirlwind of pink hearts and strawberry lipgloss is the one who keeps dear Jungkook on his toes.
But you must admit… behind that gruff exterior, there’s a side of him only you get to see—gentle, caring, and ready to spoil you in his own way. Everyone else may see him as the tough guy with a permanent scowl, but you know better. Jungkook’s heart? It’s all yours.
↠ Genre : established relationship au, college au, grunge!bf x bimbo!gf, angst, fluff & smut
↠ Word count : 7K
↠ Warnings : swearing, explicit sexual content, riding, oral (f receiving), breast play, intense makeout, multiple orgasms, pet names, dom!guk x sub!reader, praise kink, both of them have a very filthy mouth …
↠ A/n : Hi there ; here is chapter 2! It’s been so long so I both thank you for your patience and apologise for the delay. Chapter 2 takes more of a fun ride and gives you the perfect insight to how chaotic life is for our doll and Bakugo~ There is a scene that is inspired by the voting scene from Gossip Girl. I just felt that it really worked for the two of them :) Your feedback / comments are always appreciated. Thank you for giving my story a chance & happy reading 🦢.
↠ Song : ‘Closer’ by Jungkook / ‘Good for you’ by Selena G
❧ Chapter 02 : lace & chains
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Three days before voting day
You burst into Jungkook’s apartment like a whirlwind, carrying an armful of colourful flyers that threaten to spill onto the floor. Your oversized tote bag clinks as you toss it onto his couch, the sound of perfume samples and random trinkets filling the silence.
Jungkook, seated cross-legged on the couch in his usual black hoodie and shorts, barely glances up from his phone. His dark hair falls messily over his eyes, and his lip ring catches the dim light as he scrolls through his FYP on TikTok.
“I’ve decided,” you announce dramatically, your voice ringing through his apartment. “I’m running for president.”
The statement hangs in the air like a firework that hasn’t yet exploded. Jungkook’s eyes rise slowly from his magazine, his brow arching in disbelief.
“President of what?” he deadpans, leaning back into the cushions.
“Student president!” you exclaim, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You drop your flyers onto the coffee table with a flourish, scattering glitter and pastel-colored paper everywhere.
“Ms. Choi mentioned it today? Were you not listening?” You roll your eyes, taking off your cream bowknot coat.
Jungkook picks up one of the flyers, his tattooed fingers smudging the edge as he squints at it. The text is scrawled in a glittery font so loud it’s practically yelling: Vote for Me, Because I’m Cute! Beneath it is a selfie of you holding a puppy, your face framed by glitter stickers and cartoon hearts.
Whose puppy is that?
“These look like ads for a bake sale,” he says flatly, turning the flyer sideways like it might reveal a hidden agenda.
“They’re campaign flyers,” you correct, hands on your hips.
He gives you a pointed look, holding the flyer up. “It says, ‘Vote for me because I’m cute and I’ll listen to your problems.’”
“Exactly!” you chirp, sitting beside him and crossing your legs. “Who wouldn’t want a cute president?”
Jungkook stares at you, his expression unreadable. “So, you’re running to lead the entire cohort because you’re… cute?”
“And I’m kind,” you add, smiling sweetly.
Jungkook exhales, setting the flyer down like it’s too much for him to process. “You do realise this isn’t just a popularity contest, right? There’s actual work involved.”
“I know that,” you reply with a wave of your hand. “That’s why I have a plan. And guess what? You’re gonna be my campaign manager!”
His laugh is instant and sharp, the kind that makes your pout deepen. “Yeah, no. There’s no way I’m getting involved in this mess.”
“Why not?” you whine, tugging at the sleeve of his hoodie.
“Because,” he says, shaking his head, “this is doomed from the start. And when it crashes and burns, I don’t want my name attached to it.”
You gasp dramatically, playing with your pearl necklace like he’s insulted your very soul. “I can’t believe you! You’re supposed to support me, not tear me down!”
“I’m trying to save you from yourself,” he mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose.
But your determination is unshakable. “You’ll see, Koo. I’m going to win, and when I do, you’ll regret not being by my side from the start.”
“You genuinely serious about this?”
“I am! I already told Taehyung and Jimin, and they’re helping me with posters tomorrow!”
That makes him pause. “Taehyung and Jimin?”
“Yes.”
“They’re helping you run for student president?”
“Of course!”
“I regret making you all meet.” Jungkook gulps, rubbing his hands over his face. “This is just going to be a complete train wreck.”
“No, it’s not!” you argue, stomping your foot for emphasis. “I’m going to win, and then you’ll see. Everyone will love me as their president!”
“They already love you,” he says, exasperated.
“Exactly!” You beam, missing the sarcasm in his tone. “So you’re on board?”
He groans, now running his hand through his hair. “Fine. But only so I can stop you from embarrassing yourself too much.”
“Yay!” You jump onto the couch and throw your arms around him, planting a kiss on his cheek. “You’re the best!”
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles, though his lips twitch into the faintest smile. “Now come here.”
Two days before voting day
The next day, Jungkook regrets everything.
You’re standing in the middle of campus with Taehyung and Jimin, holding up your new-and-improved campaign posters.
Well, “improved” is a stretch - Jungkook still thinks they look like ads for a daycare. Or was it a bake sale?
He stands stiffly in the middle of campus, hands stuffed into his black cargo pants as you, Taehyung, and Jimin flit around him like chaotic birds.
Taehyung is holding a stack of your revamped posters, and Jimin’s busy tying pink ribbons to the railings of the quad. And you? You’re smiling as though you’re the happiest person in the universe right now.
“Vote for Y/N: She’s cute, and she loves puppies!” Jimin reads aloud, snickering. “This is gold!”
“I do love puppies,” you say proudly, twirling a strand of hair.
Jungkook groans. “This is embarrassing.”
“Don’t be so grumpy, Koo,” Taehyung teases, snapping a picture of you holding up a sign. “You’re dating the future president. Show some pride.”
“Pride,” Jungkook repeats flatly, eyeing the glitter stuck to his hand. “Right.”
You tug on his arm, your lace-trimmed beige cardigan brushing against his tattooed sleeve. “Stop sulking and hand out some flyers!”
He doesn’t move. “Why did I agree to this?”
“Because you love me,” you say with a wink.
Jungkook groans but walks over anyway, taking a stack of flyers from your hands. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Believe it, Daddy,” Taehyung teases, earning a glare from Jungkook.
“Shut up.”
Taehyung just laughs, holding up his phone to take more pictures of you posing with your flyers.
“Make sure you get my good side!” you call out, striking a pose.
“They’re all your good side,” Jungkook mutters under his breath, though no one hears him.
“Okay, next we need to practice my speech,” you say, clapping your hands together.
“Speech?” Jungkook repeats, already dreading it.
“Yeah, for the debate,” you explain, but not without sending a glare Jungkook’s way.
Obviously there was going to be a speech!
Jimin’s eyes light up. “Oh, now this I’ve gotta see.”
That Same Evening
Later that evening, you’re sprawled out on Jungkook’s couch, surrounded by ribbons and glitter glue as you design yet another poster.
Your lace-trimmed socks dangle off the edge of the couch, while Jungkook sits on the floor, leaning against the coffee table with his laptop. His silver chain necklace gleams under the dim light, a sharp contrast to the pastel chaos surrounding him.
Jungkook is drained.
You, on the other hand, are still buzzing with excitement as you recap your “successful” campaign efforts on the walk home.
“Everyone was so nice!” you gush. “They all said they’d vote for me!”
“Mhm,” Jungkook says, not pointing out that most of those people were just being polite. And because they wanted a homemade brownie…
“And did you see how cute that dog was? I can’t believe I got to pet it!”
“That’s what you’re focusing on?”
“Obviously. Oh, and Jimin said he’d help me edit my speech later tonight!”
Jungkook groans. “Why do I feel like this is going to end in disaster?”
“It won’t,” you insist, grabbing his arm and flashing him a confident smile. “You’ll see, Koo. I’m going to be the best president ever!”
Jungkook sighs. He really doesn’t have the heart to tell you otherwise.
“Why do you want to do this, Doll?” he asks, glancing at you over the rim of his glasses.
“Because it’s fun, Bakugo” you reply, your voice muffled by the pen cap you’re holding in your mouth. “And because I’m going to win.”
“You’re ridiculous,” he mutters, though there’s a faint smile tugging at his lips. Your confidence deserved to be applauded.
You lean over, poking his cheek with a glittery finger. “You love it.”
He catches your wrist, his grip firm but gentle, and pulls your hand away. “I do love you. This? Not so much.”
Your eyes soften at his words, the teasing grin fading into something quieter. “You really do, don’t you?”
Just a few months ago, you couldn’t have imagined Jungkook looking you in the eyes and saying “I love you” with such steady, unshakable certainty.
He sighs, setting his laptop aside to look at you properly. “Yeah, I do. Even when you’re driving me insane with this campaign nonsense.”
You grin, leaning closer until your nose almost brushes his. “Well, for what it’s worth, I think you’re the best campaign manager ever.”
“I’m not your campaign manager,” he grumbles, but his lips twitch into a smile when you kiss the corner of his mouth.
“You are! We need a team name,” you chirp, gazing off as you try and think of something. “Doll and Bakugo!”
The lace of your cardigan brushes against Jungkook’s heavy chain as you pull back, and for a moment, everything feels like it fits - your softness, his edge, the chaos you bring into his carefully ordered life.
“Lace and chains,” he mutters under his breath, shaking his head.
“What?” you ask, tilting your head, not exactly catching what Jungkook had said.
“Nothing.”
But the way he looks at you, with a mixture of exasperation and affection, says everything he can’t.
Voting Day Eve
The campus is filled with students, curiously walking around the hall examining the posters of all the class president candidates. Your station is right at the end, hard to miss due to all the pink.
You’re holding the poster in both hands, eyes wide with determination as you stand in front of Jungkook. “I can’t believe I’m actually running for president!”
Days later, the statement still hangs in the air like an uninvited guest. Jungkook stares at you, unblinking, while Taehyung and Jimin - because, of course, they’re here - exchange looks before bursting into laughter.
No one could believe this was actually happening.
“President? Of what?” Jungkook sarcastically asks, deadpan, voice full of that grunge skepticism that could level buildings.
“Of the whole class, obviously!” you announce, puffing out your chest like you’ve already won. “I’ve even got a - what’s it called - a manifesto!”
Taehyung’s practically chokes on his laughter. “You don’t even know what a manifesto is.”
You roll your eyes. “Yes Tae, I do! It’s, like, when you tell everyone what snacks you’ll bring to meetings and stuff.”
Jimin’s doubled over now, wheezing. “Snacks?!”
Jungkook’s still standing there, arms crossed, watching you like you’re an alien that just crash-landed in his life. “I still don’t get why you’re-. You can barely-” He stops himself, probably realising that anything he says will sound meaner than it’s meant to be.
“I can barely what?” You narrow your eyes at him, ready for a fight.
Jungkook sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can barely decide what to eat for breakfast without flipping a coin.”
“That’s called strategy,” you argue, pointing at him with your infamous glittery pink gel pen. “And don’t act like you wouldn’t benefit from me being in charge. I’d be the people’s president. Free parking for everyone!”
Taehyung raises his hand like a student in class. “There’s no paid parking on campus.”
“Then I’ll invent it! And then make it free again!” you declare triumphantly.
Jungkook groans, running a hand through his messy hair. “You don’t even know what you’re saying anymore.”
But your enthusiasm is unwavering. “Just you wait! I’m going to get elected and change this school forever.”
“What’s your slogan?” Jimin asks, still snickering.
You hold up your poster proudly. On it, in hot pink marker surrounded by glitter stickers, is your face in an unevenly drawn heart. Below it, the words: ‘She’s cute, so vote for her!’
Jungkook stares at the poster for a long moment, then looks back at you. “This is a joke, right?”
“It’s not a joke! Cute presidents are more approachable,” you explain, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“And what happens if you don’t win?” Taehyung teases.
You gasp, horrified. “I have to win. I’ve already planned my victory speech.”
“Let me guess,” Jungkook says flatly. “It’s just you saying, ‘Thank you for voting for me because I’m cute.’”
You blink at him, offended. “You think I’d be that shallow?”
“Yes,” all three of them say in unison.
You ignore them, flipping your hair over your shoulder. “Whatever. When I win, you’ll all be begging me for favours.”
“I can’t wait to see how this turns out,” Taehyung mutters, already texting someone.
Jungkook grabs the glitter-covered poster from your hands, his expression a mix of exasperation and amusement. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Unbelievably presidential,” you correct, snatching it back. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a campaign to run.”
Jungkook watches as you march off, shoulders square, your sparkly pen tucked behind your ear like a weapon. He shakes his head, muttering under his breath. “I can’t believe I’m dating this lunatic.”
“Hey,” Jimin says, leaning closer. “Admit it. You’d vote for her.”
Jungkook scoffs. “I’ve never voted for anyone. A day like that is a day off for me.”
However, later that afternoon, when you’re texting him about poster designs and debate outfits, he replies:
‘You’re an idiot.’
But when he sees your reply - selfie of you holding a new poster that reads ‘Vote for me because my boyfriend’s hot!’ - he can’t help but laugh.
Okay, maybe voting wouldn’t hurt after all.
That Same Evening
You’re walking through the campus courtyard with Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin, your campaign flyers clutched in your hands. The sun has started to dip, and you’re all finally heading home after another long day of plastering your posters everywhere you could think of.
Nearby, a group of students sits in a semi-circle on the grass, casually chatting. At first, you’re too busy laughing at something Jimin said to pay attention, but their conversation drifts over, loud enough for all of you to hear.
“As cute and nice as Y/N is,” one of the students says, their tone hesitant, “I just feel like we need someone serious for student president. Someone who’ll actually get things done.”
Hearing your name, you slow your steps, glancing over curiously.
Another student chimes in, nodding. “Yeah, I mean, she’s sweet and all, but this isn’t just a popularity contest, right? We need someone with a real plan.”
Around them, a couple of others murmur their agreement.
Before you can fully process what’s being said, Jimin throws his arm around your shoulders, tugging you close with a grin. “Y/N! You know what we need to do? Get you a campaign mascot. Like a dog! Or a tiger. You’d look great standing next to a tiger. So fierce!”
You blink up at him, momentarily distracted. “A tiger? Where am I supposed to get a tiger, Jimin?”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got connections,” he says, waving his hand dramatically. “Just trust me.”
While you’re occupied with Jimin’s theatrics, Taehyung leans closer to Jungkook, lowering his voice. “You heard that, right? I’ve been hearing stuff like that all day. A lot of people aren’t planning to vote for her. She’ll be crushed.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightens as he glances back at the group of students. For a moment, his expression is unreadable. Then he lets out a low breath, shrugging. “Honestly, it might be for the best.”
Taehyung looks at him sharply. “What?”
“She doesn’t realise how much work this is going to be,” Jungkook says, his tone steady, almost detached. “She’s always in her own little world. I don’t think she understands what she’s getting into.”
Taehyung frowns but doesn’t argue. He knows Jungkook too well to push when he’s in one of his gruff moods. “Maybe,” he mutters, glancing back at you.
And there you are, smiling up at Jimin as he spins some absurd story about how he once met someone who owned a pet tiger. Your laughter rings out, light and carefree, completely oblivious to the conversation happening just feet away.
Jungkook’s gaze lingers on you for a moment too long. The corners of his mouth twitch, and something flickers in his eyes - an idea taking shape.
“Actually,” he begins, tone softening ever so slightly, “wait, never mind.”
Taehyung tilts his head, studying him. “You say somet, bro?”
Jungkook doesn’t answer. He’s already turning away, hands shoved into his pockets, a hint of determination in his stride.
Voting Day
The auditorium buzzes with anticipation as the student body crowds into the seats, the chatter growing louder with every passing second. You’re seated near the front, sandwiched between Jimin and Taehyung, your knee bouncing with nervous energy. Jungkook sits at the end of the row, his arms crossed as he leans back in his seat, his usual stoic expression betraying nothing.
The student council advisor steps up to the podium, clearing her throat as the microphone squeals. The noise quiets instantly, the crowd leaning forward in anticipation.
“Thank you all for joining us,” she begins, scanning the room. “After a record-breaking number of votes this year, it’s time to announce your new student president.”
You suck in a sharp breath, clutching Jimin’s arm in a death grip. “Oh my God, oh my God,” you whisper, your voice high-pitched and shaky.
“You’ve got this,” Jimin whispers back, patting your hand reassuringly. Taehyung gives you a thumbs-up, though his grin is teasing.
Jungkook doesn’t say anything. He’s staring straight ahead, his jaw tight, his fingers drumming against his armrest.
The advisor opens an envelope, the sound of ripping paper echoing through the silent room. “And the winner, with a significant margin, is…” She pauses, glancing at the paper before smiling broadly. “Y/L/N Y/N!”
For a moment, the words don’t register. The room erupts into applause, some laughter, and you sit frozen, your mouth slightly open as your brain scrambles to catch up.
“Wait… what?” you squeak, turning to Jimin.
“You won, dummy!” Jimin yells over the cheers, shaking your shoulders excitedly.
“I… I won?” you repeat, still stunned.
Taehyung laughs, shoving you out of your seat. “Go! Get up there before they think you passed out!”
Your legs feel like jelly as you make your way to the stage, your heart pounding in your chest. The applause grows louder, and you spot a few familiar faces cheering for you from the crowd.
The cheers from the crowd fill the air, and the stage is lit with bright light. You stand confidently beaming as you clap along with everyone else, your heart racing in disbelief. Flowers are handed to you by random students, and your smile could light up the entire quad.
This is it - the moment you’ve worked so hard for - even though you didn’t expect it to actually happen. But now, standing on the stage in front of all your classmates, your heart is a mix of excitement and pure shock. You don’t know how it happened, but here you are. You’ve won.
The advisor hands you the microphone, her smile encouraging. You glance out at the sea of faces, your eyes wide and slightly panicked.
“Erm… hi?” you say nervously, your voice echoing through the room.
The crowd laughs, and you relax slightly, your trademark grin breaking through. “I honestly don’t know what to say. I didn’t think I’d win - like, at all. But, um, thank you? Thank you so much for believing in me. I promise to make this the most fun year ever!”
More cheers erupt, and you can’t help but laugh, the sound bright and genuine. You feel like you’re on top of the world.
From his seat, Jungkook watches you, his expression softening as you beam at the crowd. Taehyung leans closer to him, nudging him with his elbow.
“You didn’t think she’d pull it off, huh?”
Jungkook smirks faintly, his gaze never leaving you. “Guess I underestimated her.”
Taehyung raises an eyebrow, but before he can respond, Jimin pipes up from Jungkook’s other side. “You’re proud of her, aren’t you?”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, but the hint of a smile remains. “Shut up.”
On stage, you clutch the microphone tightly, your confidence growing with every second. “And to everyone who didn’t think I could do this - haha! Joke’s on you!”
The crowd laughs and claps, your infectious energy impossible to resist. As you step back from the podium, your eyes scan the audience until they land on Jungkook.
He’s sitting back, his expression calm but his eyes warm, the faintest tilt of his head acknowledging you. And for a brief moment, everything else fades away.
You grin at him, your heart swelling with joy.
As you wave to the crowd and enjoy the praise, you feel like the luckiest person on earth. You’re so focused on taking it all in that you don’t even notice Jungkook leaving his seat to stand off to the side, leaning against a pillar and watching you from a distance, arms crossed.
Jimin and Taehyung join him, but are engaged in their own conversation as Jungkook busies himself with his phone.
Taehyung leans over to Jimin, grinning like the little troublemaker he is. “Dude, I don’t get it. How the hell did she win? I thought she was just being her usual bubbly self, handing out flyers and acting cute… But look at her now.”
Jimin laughs, nodding. “Yeah, man, what’s up with that? I mean, she’s sweet, and all, but… I didn’t think people would actually vote for her.”
The two of them glance over at Jungkook, who’s still standing quietly, his face unreadable. Taehyung smirks, nudging him lightly. “What do you think, Kook? How did she even win? Who’s voting for her, really?”
Jungkook raises an eyebrow, not bothering to look at them, but there’s a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He stands there, arms crossed, silently watching you, who’s now trying to juggle the flowers while still looking out at the crowd with that infectious grin of yours.
Jimin tilts his head, eyeing him suspiciously. “Come on, Jungkook. You know you have some sort of opinion. Tell us, who voted for her?”
Taehyung adds, “We can’t be the only ones. Did she really have this big of a following?”
Jungkook finally speaks, his voice calm, as he looks at Taehyung and Jimin, not making any effort to hide the slight amusement in his eyes. “Me,” he says, his gaze still fixed on you, who’s now blowing kisses to the crowd.
Jimin blinks, confused. “Well duh, but what was that going to do?”
Taehyung on the other hand scoffs, failing to believe Jungkook actually voted. “Bro, did you seriously vote? That’s a first.”
Jungkook glances at him, his lips curling into a small but knowing smile. “Yeah, about 120 times.”
There’s a moment of stunned silence, as Jimin and Taehyung exchange wide-eyed looks.
“Wait,” Taehyung starts, his tone of disbelief almost comical. “You really voted for her that many times? Dude, you’re joking.”
“No,” Jungkook responds, his voice laced with casual indifference. “Why would I fucking joke?”
Jimin can’t help but chuckle, looking over at Taehyung, who’s still in shock. “Wow, we had no idea. You’re soft for her, aren’t you?”
Jungkook shrugs nonchalantly. “She deserves it.”
The two of them fall silent for a moment, digesting what he’s just said.
Jungkook, the grungy, distant guy who typically didn’t care much for things like this, voted for you - his ditsy, but incredibly endearing girl - 120 times.
“She won because of you?” Taehyung asks, his voice almost in awe.
Jungkook finally shifts his gaze away from you and looks at the two of them. There’s still a quiet smirk on his face, but his tone is serious when he speaks again. “She’s the best choice. They need her.”
Jimin looks back at you on stage, a soft smile forming on his face. “Damn. I never thought I’d see the day.”
Jungkook’s eyes flick back to you as well, a subtle warmth in them that he doesn’t bother to hide this time. “Come on hyung, get over it.”
The two of them stand there, silently processing Jungkook’s revelation, while you continue to beam up at the crowd, completely oblivious to the conversation happening just a short distance away.
Your joy is contagious, and for the first time in a long while, Jungkook feels like he’s part of something bigger than himself. You make him feel that way, without even trying.
“Should we go congratulate her?” Taehyung asks with a grin, nudging Jimin, who looks lost in thought. “I mean, she’s our president now, right?”
Jimin laughs, shaking his head, still processing the revelation about Jungkook. “Yeah. Let’s go before she starts thanking everyone except us.”
As the two of them start to walk toward you, Jungkook stays behind, watching them for a second before his gaze drifts back to you.
When you finally make your way off the stage and into the crowd of friends and classmates congratulating you, your eyes lock with Jungkook’s. You smile at him, that soft, bright smile that always catches him off guard, and you laugh, still holding the flowers in your hands.
You’re quick to thrust your bouquets into the arms of Taehyung and Jimin, who both lean in to try and hug you, but you’re off and throwing yourself into your Bakugo’s arms.
“Jungkook, I don’t even know how I won! I don’t know what happened!” you exclaim with a cute laugh, clearly overwhelmed by everything happening around you.
Jungkook doesn’t say anything at first, just watches you, his eyes softening with something unreadable. Finally, he pulls you in, engulfing you in his bulky arms.
Home.
“It was your daily speeches doll,” he whispers quietly, almost to himself. “You’re special.”
You beam back at him, your joy too big to contain. “Thanks, Koo! I couldn’t have done it without you!”
Jungkook says nothing, but the way he looks down at you, with the faintest smile on his lips, says it all.
For once, it’s clear: he’s always believed in you, even when you didn’t know it.
Later that evening, after the excitement has settled and the crowd has dispersed, you find yourself in Jungkook’s apartment again, sprawled on the couch with your victory flowers placed haphazardly on the coffee table.
Jungkook sits beside you, shirtless and looking hot as fuck as he flips through his phone.
You nudge his side with your elbow, catching his attention. “So, Kookie…” you start, drawing out the syllables in a singsong tone.
He raises a brow but doesn’t look away from his phone. “What now?”
“I won student president,” you remind him, grinning as you scoot closer.
“Did you? I didn’t notice,” he says dryly, still scrolling.
Back to his usual self it seems…
You pout, tugging on his sleeve. “That’s a big deal, you know.”
“Sure is.”
You lean in even closer, practically draping yourself over him. “Big enough for a reward, don’t you think?”
At that, he finally looks at you, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. “A reward?”
You nod enthusiastically, your smile turning mischievous. “Yep. I worked so hard, and I think I deserve something for all my efforts.”
Jungkook smirks, his tongue running over his bottom lip in that way that always makes your stomach flip. “Oh, you think so?”
“I know so,” you declare, sitting up straighter and crossing your arms. “I handed out flyers, made speeches, posed for pictures. It was exhausting!”
You pout, knowing it will help you win your case.
He tilts his head, his gaze dropping to your lips before flicking back up to your eyes. “And what kind of reward are you looking for, Miss President?”
You pretend to think for a moment, tapping your chin with your finger. “Hmm… Something meaningful. Something memorable. Something…” You trail off, leaning closer until your face is just inches from his. “Fun.”
Jungkook’s smirk widens, and he sets his phone down, finally giving you his full attention. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”
“Unbelievably deserving of a reward,” you correct, grinning shamelessly.
He shakes his head, his hair falling into his eyes as he leans back against the couch. “Alright, Miss President. What do you want?”
You don’t answer right away. Instead, you slide onto his lap, straddling him, your hands resting on his shoulders. His hands instinctively settle on your hips, and his brows shoot up in surprise.
“This,” you say, your voice dropping to a softer, more playful tone. “This is my reward.”
You grind down on Jungkook, moving forward to rest your nose against his cheek.
Jungkook chuckles, low and warm, his grip tightening slightly. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“Maybe,” you admit, leaning in until your lips are a breath away from his. “But you like it.”
He doesn’t deny it. Instead, Jungkook closes the distance, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss that sends shivers down your spine.
When you finally pull back, a satisfied smile on your face, you whisper, “Best reward ever.”
“But I’m not satisfied,” Jungkook says in a husky tone, playing with the hem of your short, silk nightgown. “I think I deserve a reward too.”
As Jungkook’s fingers continue to trace lazy patterns on your thigh, his voice drops further, laced with that teasing, husky tone that always makes your cheeks warm.
His lips brush slightly against your ear.
You pull back and blink up at your man, your glossy lips parting slightly in confusion. “Huh? But you’re not the class president, silly. I am!”
Jungkook pauses, pulling back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes narrowing like he couldn’t believe what you’d just said. And then he laughs - deep and low, the sound rumbling from his chest and vibrating against you.
A sound you’re not quite used to, but is your saving grace.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he says, shaking his head, the smirk tugging at his lips betraying his exasperation.
You pout, your perfectly glossed lips sticking out just enough to tempt him further. “I’m not wrong though,” you argue, tilting your head innocently.
“Mhm.” His grip on your waist tightens slightly, his thumb brushing against your skin as he leans closer, the warmth of his breath fanning against your cheek. “Still think I deserve something… presidential, don’t you think. You know, for being the best campaign manager?”
You stare at him for a second, trying to piece together what he meant before your face lights up. “Ohhh! You mean, like, a sticker or something? I think I have some in my bag! Wait here!”
Jungkook groans softly, the sound half-amused, half-defeated, as you attempt to wriggle out of his grasp. But he wasn’t going to let you go anywhere.
“Forget the sticker, doll,” he mutters, tugging you closer and pressing his lips firmly against yours once again.
Jungkook laughs softly, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your waist. “You’re lucky you’re- never mind.”
“You’re lucky I’m your president,” you quip, earning an eye roll and another kiss that leaves you both grinning like fools.
Jungkook pulls your closer, groaning. A deep, throaty sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “Why don’t you remind me how lucky I am?”
Your fingers trail down his buff chest, teasingly slow, until they reach the waistband of his jeans. You toy with the button, glancing up at him through your lashes. “I think you already know,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “But if you need me to spell it out…”
Before you can finish, his hand shoots up, gripping your chin gently but firmly. “You’re such a tease,” he mutters, his gaze locked on yours. “Always pushing buttons, seeing how far you can go.”
A thrill runs through you at his words, your body responding instinctively as you nod, your lips parting slightly.
“Yes,” you breath, the single word laden with meaning.
That was all the encouragement he needed. In one swift motion, Jungkook flips you onto your back, pinning you beneath him as his mouth crashed into yours.
The kiss is hungry, desperate, his tongue claiming yours as his hands roamed over your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. You moan into his mouth, arching into his touch, your hands fisting in his hair to pull him closer.
When he finally breaks the kiss, both of you are breathless, your chests rising and falling rapidly.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, lips trailing down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. “Class president. Always so perfect, aren’t you?”
Your head falls back against the couch cushions, a whimper escaping your lips as his teeth grazed your collarbone.
“Only for you,” you gasp, your fingers tightening in his hair.
Jungkook chuckles darkly, his hands sliding under your skirt to grip your thighs. “Is that so?” he asks, voice laced with amusement. “Then let’s see how much of a good girl you can be for me tonight.”
With that, he shifts lower, his lips following the path of his hands as he kisses along your inner thighs.
You squirm beneath him, the anticipation building as he teases you mercilessly, his breath hot against your skin. When his tongue finally finds its target, your back arches off the couch as a cry tears from your lips.
“J-Jungkook!” you moan, your hands clutching at the cushions as waves of pleasure wash over you.
“My love, I’ve missed this” Jungkook murmurs, voice thick with lust, his breath ghosting over your slick heat. “Missed my mouth all over this filthy cunt.”
Your fingers tangle in his dark hair, nails lightly grazing his scalp as you tighten your grip, hips arching in desperate search of contact. The need is maddening, your body trembling with want.
“Please… Koo,” you whine, your voice barely more than a whimper, every syllable laced with urgency. “Please, I need you.”
He hums against your thigh, the sound sending a jolt straight through your core. His gaze flickers up to you, hungry and impossibly tender. “I need you too,” he admits softly. “Need to taste you. Need to be inside you. Need to ruin you.”
Then, with infuriating patience, he drags the tip of his tongue along your folds - a featherlight stroke that leaves you shuddering. You writhe beneath him, chasing more, the teasing making your heart pound.
Jungkook groans low in his throat, clearly affected by the sight of you already in bliss.
“Baby, please… need more,” you whine, voice high and trembling, your body begging louder than words ever could.
And that is all it takes.
“Koo’s teased you long enough, hmm, doll?” he taunts, cupping your thighs and settling in deeper. “If it’s too much, you’ll tell me.”
Jungkook licks a slow, deliberate stripe from your entrance to your clit, savouring every drop of you. His tongue lingers, his lips sealing around your cunt as he begins to truly devour you … hungry, reverent, insatiable.
He moans into you, the vibration making your toes curl. His mouth is everywhere - sucking, kissing, lapping - and when his tongue flicks over your swollen clit, you cry out his name like a prayer.
You rock your hips against his face, seeking more, always more, as he flattens his tongue against you and groans at the taste he’s been craving. His hands roam upward, brushing over your chest, thumbs circling your hardened nipples, sending sparks of sensation through your already trembling frame.
“Oh my god, Baby—please! I-I can’t—” You gasp, the first orgasm crashing into you hard and fast, your thighs clamping around his head.
But Jungkook doesn’t stop.
He already knows.
“Baby wants more?” he teases against your heat, voice muffled but devilish.
And despite the pressure, you find yourself nodding.
Jungkook is then licking you again… up and down, over and over… shameless, worshipful and like he’s starved for you.
You can barely breathe, pleasure building again far too soon, and all you can do is hold on as he pulls another climax from your trembling body, whispering your name between every lick like it’s the only word that’s ever mattered.
You whine, tears spilling from your eyes as you reach for your Koo to hold you.
“Not yet,” he says, voice rough with lust and desire. “We’re not done.”
Before you could protest, Jungkook is kissing you again, his hands roaming over your body as he guides you to sit up.
“Ride me,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.
You obey without hesitation, positioning yourself over him as he unbuckles his jeans, freeing his hard length.
Slowly, you sink down onto him, moaning at the sensation of being filled so completely. All while the tears continue to spill.
You love… you adore… you could die for the way this man fucks you.
Jungkook’s hands grip your hips tightly, guiding your movements as you begin to ride him, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
“That’s it,” he growls, his eyes locked on yours. “Take what you want, baby. Show me how much you’ve earned this.”
You whimper, pace increasing as the heat between you builds to an unbearable level. Jungkook’s hands move to your breasts, kneading and teasing as you grind down on him, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through your body.
“Look at you,” he rasps, his voice guttural and raw. “Riding me like you own me.” His words send a thrill through you, spurring you on as you pick up the pace, grinding down onto him with increasing urgency.
“You’re- you’re mine,” you manage to utter, grip tightening on Jungkook’s shoulders as you reach down to kiss him.
Jungkook, however, seems occupied with your urgency. And being his usual determined self, he cannot let you win.
His hands grab hold of your hips again, guiding your movements as he thrust up into you harshly, meeting you stroke for stroke.
The pleasure builds rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter in your core with each thrust. You feel it building, that sweet pressure threatening to break you apart, but you hold on, determined to make your handsome man come undone first.
“Koo, I—” you whine, your voice breaking as you feel yourself teetering on the edge.
You clench around him, drawing a strangled groan from his lips as his rhythm falters.
Leaning forward, you capture his mouth in a messy, passionate kiss, your tongues battling for dominance as you ride him harder, faster, chasing that peak together.
“Come for me,” he demands, tone firm but gentle. “Fall apart on my dick.”
It was all the permission you required.
With a cry, you come undone, your body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you.
Jungkook groans, the feeling of your sticky cum decorating him consuming him.
And before he can continue his usual post-orgasm shenanigans, you cut him off with a sharp roll of your hips, driving him over the edge.
His release hits him like a tidal wave, his body tensing as he spills inside you. He holds you through it, his groans muffling against your skin.
The sight of him cumming inside you, the feel of him pulsing within you, is all it takes to send you spiraling once again.
Another orgasm crashes over you, waves of ecstasy washing through your body as you clench around him, milking every last drop of pleasure Jungkook has to offer.
Both of you breathe heavily as you try to regain your senses. Jungkook’s arms immediately wrap tighter around you, holding you close as he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice filled with satisfaction and pride. “You did so well, my princess.”
You smile faintly, your body still tingling from the second orgasm. “Does this mean I get a reward every time I win something?”
Jungkook chuckles, his grip on you tightening slightly. “If this is how you plan to collect, then maybe we should make more bets.”
You laugh softly, leaning into your boyfriend as the TV continues to flicker in the background, forgotten by both of you.
For now, all that matters is being lost in the heat of the moment and Jungkook’s promise of more nights like this.
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And done! Hope you enjoyed 🫶🏻 I would appreciate feedback :)
