summary: “wanna play with you,” the first time he said it, you were only a little girl... sitting on the floor with your barbies and dinosaurs, eyes lighting up because jungkook finally chose you over his legos- you didn’t know you would hear those same words again… years later, under the dim lights of your childhood bedroom, his fingers tracing against your clothed pussy.
warnings: nerd!dom jungkook x cute!shy reader, explicit sexual content, clit rubbing, sloppy pussy eating, spitting, jk wore his nerd glasses during sex, edging, dom/sub dynamic, heavy sexual tension, playful degradation, jk fucks her in her childhood bedroom, mock sympathy, spitting in mouth, filthy sexual desires, condescending dirty talk, sloppy blow job, usage of whore & slut, praising, cum eating, detailed m. masturbation, mouth covering, choking, panty stuffing on mouth, fingers on mouth, mirror sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, fingering, penetrative sex, creampie.
⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂˚₊┈┈୨୧┈┈‧₊˚⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂
Blueberry cheesecake, the sweet and sour flavor that melts on your tongue… your favorite cake, the one Jungkook gets for you every birthday without fail, because he memorized your order long before he memorized his own.
Pastel pink, the soft girly color that clings to every part of you. Your clothes, your bedsheets, your hair clips, every little thing you own carries a touch of pink somewhere. Whenever Jungkook spots the shade in public, his thoughts find their way back to you.
Romantic novels, anything that leaves your heart racing and your feet kicking against your mattress. Jungkook always finds himself wandering into bookstores because of you, scanning shelves for stories he thinks you would like, only to end up buying more books than he originally planned.
Makeup, oh you love makeup. Pink glitter brushed over your eyelids, glossy lips shining beneath the light, sparkly blush dusted across your cheeks. Jungkook swears he finds traces of your glitter everywhere… on his hoodies, on his fingertips, sometimes even on his face after you hug him too close.
Vanilla oatmilk latte, the coffee you order every single morning before school. Jungkook learned how to make it himself after watching you drink it so often, memorizing the exact measurements because you love them.
Powder cologne, soft, delicate and comforting. A scent Jungkook knows too well, one that settles into his hoodies whenever you steal them, one that drives him crazy whenever you lean too close without realizing what you’re doing to him.
Countless things.
Your habits, your favorite foods, the songs you replay until you get sick of them, your random mood swings, your little mannerisms, the way your nose scrunches when you laugh too hard, the way you avoid eye contact whenever you lie.
As your childhood best friend, Jungkook almost knows you better than you know yourself.
You were seven when you first met him, while Jungkook was already twelve.
Your mothers were close friends, living in the same village with houses only a few blocks apart. The first time your mother introduced you to Jungkook and his parents, you were painfully shy. Tiny hands clutching your barbie doll against your chest, pink shoes tapping nervously against the floor, you hid halfway behind your mother’s leg while peeking at him.
Jungkook, on the other hand, only looked at you with indifference.
He had been building legos upstairs before his mother called him down to greet the guests, and judging by the slight furrow between his brows, he was more irritated about being interrupted than interested in meeting you.
Dressed in a baby blue jumper, he looked like a tiny builder himself, big round eyes already drifting elsewhere as if he couldn’t wait to go back to his room.
You were an only child, and so was he, which was exactly why your parents thought the two of you would get along perfectly. They insisted you become playmates, excited over the idea of their children growing up together.
The problem was that the two of you liked completely different things.
You wanted barbie dolls, toy kitchens, dollhouses and tea parties.
Jungkook liked legos, robots, mini cars and toy dinosaurs.
So sitting inside Jungkook’s bedroom for the first time felt painfully awkward. Your mothers stayed downstairs, happily chatting over coffee while the two of you remained trapped upstairs in complete silence.
You sat on a small soccer-ball bean bag, clutching your barbie tightly in your lap, glossy eyes wandering around his room filled with boyish toys and shelves crowded with action figures. Your pink glittery dress looked so out of place, matching the headband resting neatly in your hair and the tiny dress your barbie wore.
This was not your kind of playtime.
Meanwhile, Jungkook sat at his tiny blue table, completely focused on stacking legos together like you didn’t exist. His brows pinched together in concentration, lips slightly puffed out as he connected the pieces one by one, so serious for a twelve-year-old boy.
You stayed quiet for nearly fifteen minutes, too shy to disturb him despite desperately wanting someone to play with. But as the minutes dragged on, boredom slowly began to creep in. You carefully stood from the bean bag and walked towards him, still hugging your barbie doll against your chest.
“C-Can I join?” you asked softly, curiously staring down at the colorful legos despite not understanding what he was even trying to build.
Jungkook glanced up at you, brows furrowing immediately.
“No,” he dismissed flatly before returning to his legos again.
Jungkook was serious about legos. His playtime revolved entirely around building them, fingers busy connecting tiny pieces together for hours without getting bored. Before that, he had been obsessed with dinosaurs, carrying them everywhere around the house, but eventually he discovered a new fixation. He realized he liked building things. Finishing a set only to display it proudly in his room like a trophy.
You pouted beside him. “Do you have barbies?”
Jungkook frowned immediately, glancing between you and the barbie doll smiling brightly in your hands as if the question itself offended him.
“No,” he said bluntly. “But I have dinosaurs.”
Maybe it was a strange combination.
You were sitting on the soft floor mat with barbie dolls while dinosaurs surrounded them like predators.
He only let you borrow the dinosaurs to keep you occupied enough not to disturb him while he played.
Still, you were entertained.
Cute little noises left your mouth as you imitated roaring dinosaurs and dramatic barbie voices, completely immersed in your own little world. Your giggles often filled the room while Jungkook remained focused on his legos, though sometimes his eyes would flicker towards you for a second before returning to his build.
And somehow, it became a routine.
Every Saturday, your mother would bring you over to Jungkook’s house… excitement would bubble inside you the moment you stepped through the front door because it meant running upstairs to his room again. By then, you already expected the sight waiting for you.
Jungkook sitting in his usual spot near the little blue table, focused on a brand new lego set.
And the dinosaurs already arranged neatly on the floor mat for you.
The two of you barely talked. But neither of you minded.
At your age, all that mattered was having toys to play with. While for Jungkook, happiness meant building something piece by piece until it was complete.
So every weekend, you would bring over a handful of barbies for the dinosaurs to chase around while Jungkook built something different each week.
Sometimes it was a car. Sometimes a house. Sometimes an entire little town slowly formed beneath his careful little hands.
It was one quiet afternoon when you finally decided to talk to him properly.
You had just entered his room, wearing your usual pink puffy dress with your hair tied into cute pigtails. After setting down your backpack filled with barbie dolls beside the bean bag, your eyes immediately landed on a brand-new set of dinosaurs arranged carefully across the floor mat.
Your eyes widened. “New dinosaurs!” you exclaimed excitedly, small hands already grabbing one of the unfamiliar dinosaurs to inspect it closer.
Across the room, Jungkook looked up from his lego table. His hands paused mid-build the moment he saw your expression. Your wide sparkling eyes, your bright smile, the way your excitement completely lit up your face over something as simple as mini dinosaurs.
For a second, he only stared. Then he quickly looked back down at his legos with a small pout tugging at his lips.
“M-Me and my mom went toy shopping for a new lego set,” he mumbled. “I saw a new edition of dinosaurs.”
A soft giggle escaped you as you hurried towards his table, clutching the dinosaurs tightly in your small hands. “Really?” you asked happily. “I thought you didn’t play with dinosaurs anymore?”
Jungkook glanced at you from the corner of his eye, slightly distracted by how close you suddenly were to him.
“Yeah,” he muttered quietly. “But you like them.”
He almost fell from his seat when you suddenly crouched down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, a sweet habit of yours whenever your parents did something for you.
“Thank you, Koo!” you giggled, hopping back towards the soft mat while Jungkook remained completely stunned.
Slowly, heat crept across his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears. His boba eyes wide and sparkly like a candy was given to him. His cute brows furrowed, and when he picked up a lego block… all he could think about was your cute smile and soft kiss.
At first, you truly thought you and Jungkook would never become close.
He was too quiet, too focused on his own little world of legos and building sets while you lived inside glittery barbie dream houses and dramatic dinosaur adventures. But as the months slowly passed, you found yourself growing fond of him. And somehow, Jungkook slowly grew fond of you too.
The distance between the two of you became smaller little by little.
From sitting separately in silence, you were now beside him at his table helping him build lego sets together, your tiny fingers handing him blocks while he taught you where they belonged. It felt almost special, like Jungkook had finally lowered the invisible walls around himself enough to let you into his space.
Quietly, you started wondering if maybe one day…he would want to play barbies and dinosaurs with you too.
“A brachiosaurus!” you gasped happily, excited when you realized what the two of you were building together.
Jungkook tried to hide the smile threatening to tug at his lips, the tips of his ears and the back of his neck slowly turning red.
"Y-You like it?'' he said in a small voice.
You nodded happily, eyes sparkling as you held up the long-necked lego dinosaur.
Jungkook smiled, unconsciously leaning closer, his cute bunny teeth showing as he made a mental note to buy more lego dinosaurs for you.
As the weeks passed, moments like those became more common. Then one Saturday, your tiny dream finally came true.
“Hi, Koo!” you greeted softly after entering his room, only to freeze slightly when you noticed his lego table untouched for once.
Instead, Jungkook was crouched beside the floor mat near the dinosaurs.
Your eyes widened.
“Wanna play with you,” he said with a shy smile, as he held a few dinosaurs in his tiny hands.
For months, you played alone while he focused on his lego sets.
The first time he finally let you help him build one, you were so happy that you started looking forward to every new set the two of you would make together.
It quickly became your favorite part of visiting him.
So seeing him willingly sit beside you now… actually wanting to play with your barbies and dinosaurs instead of his beloved legos—made excitement bubble in your chest.
It felt special, like he was stepping into your world the same way he had once invited you into his.
“O-Okay,” you said excitedly. “You can be the spinosaurus and I’ll be barbie.”
Your small hands shakily arranged the dinosaurs into a circle while Jungkook quietly watched you.
And the truth was, for the past few months, Jungkook had already been watching you more than he should.
Whenever you weren’t looking, his eyes would drift away from his legos just to watch you playing on the mat by yourself. Your cute little dinosaur noises, your giggles, the way you became completely immersed in your stories somehow made him happier than finishing any lego set ever could.
Sometimes he took days to finish builds that normally only needed hours, just because he kept getting distracted by you.
And whenever you paused your playing to look over at him with one of your cutest smiles, his chest would start beating strangely fast.
A small, innocent crush began to bloom in the little boy whose heart had only been filled with lego blocks—the very first piece quietly clicking into place inside him, setting the shape of something he didn’t yet understand.
At the age of eight and thirteen, the two of you became inseparable.
Whenever your mother got too busy with work, you would immediately beg her to drop you off at Jungkook’s house instead of leaving you home alone, and eventually it became normal for you to spend almost every weekend there. Your mothers didn’t even question it anymore. If you disappeared, they already knew you were upstairs in Jungkook’s room.
And somewhere along the years, you got to know him better. Jungkook only looked snobbish at first glance. Quiet, a little intimidating, always serious whenever he focused on something. But once someone truly got close to him, they would realize how sweet he actually was.
Especially with you.
As your friendship grew, so did the amount of time you spent together. Before long, sleepovers became common too.
The two of you would lie beside each other beneath the blankets, talking about random things for hours instead of sleeping. Sometimes you hid underneath the covers with a flashlight between you, pretending you were camping in the middle of a forest while whispering ghost stories and silly secrets to each other.
Jungkook would pull you close while you giggled uncontrollably, pressing playful kisses against your cheeks before dramatically pretending to die in your arms whenever you hugged him too tightly.
“I like the stars on your ceiling,” you murmured sleepily one night, while lying beside him on his bed. “Mine is just plain pink.”
Tonight was another sleepover. Your sleepy eyes struggled to stay open because you wanted to spend more time with him before falling asleep. The two of you were even wearing matching pajamas, yours covered in tiny pink hearts while his had blue ones, a matching set you had begged your mother to buy days before the sleepover.
Jungkook turned his head towards you, smiling softly when he noticed your eyes slowly drooping shut.
“You’re sleepy,” he giggled, poking your cheek gently with his finger when your eyes closed for a second too long.
You immediately pouted at him. “Am not,” you mumbled stubbornly. “We still have to play camping later, Koo.”
Playing camping beneath the covers with a flashlight was one of your favorite bedtime routines together, but tonight exhaustion was beginning to betray you. School had drained you completely, your body heavy against the mattress no matter how much you tried to stay awake.
Jungkook's lips curled into a small smirk, an evil little prank brewing in the back of his mind.
With a mischievous grin, he suddenly grabbed his throat dramatically, choking and panting before going completely still on the bed, eyes shut and tongue sticking out slightly like a fish… as if he had died.
“I think it would look cute to have planets too, what do you thin—Koo?”
The drowsiness vanished from your body the moment your eyes landed on him… frozen beside you.
“Koo?” you whispered, sleepy brows furrowing.
When he didn't move, panic bloomed instantly in your chest.
You sat up so fast the blankets tangled around your legs, tiny hands immediately grabbing his shoulders as you shook him desperately.
“Koo! Wake up, Koo!” you panicked.
Your glossy eyes widened further when he refused to move, his face still scrunched into that horrible dead fish expression. Heart pounding loudly inside your chest, you grabbed his cheeks with both hands, trying to wake him up while tears quickly gathered in your eyes.
“Boo! I got you—” His laughter stopped halfway when he saw your face. Fat tears rolled down your flushed cheeks while you stared at him in genuine fear.
A soft sob escaped your lips. “T-That’s, that’s not funny,” you sniffled quietly. “I thought you were dead!”
Jungkook instantly softened. Though he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling at how adorable you looked.
“Aww, baby...” he chuckled softly, opening his arms for you. “Come here.”
He always called you his baby. Partly because you were younger than him, but mostly because you acted like his cute little girl half the time, clinging onto him whenever you got scared or upset.
When you glared at him through your tears, he only chuckled quietly instead of feeling guilty. Seeing your pouty face, your sleepy swollen eyes and pink cheeks somehow made his chest feel weirdly warm.
It made him want to hug you forever.
Jungkook moved behind you, wrapping his arms around your smaller body until your back rested against his chest. His laughter became softer when he caught your deadly glare again, leaning closer just to press a small apologetic kiss against your cheek.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, peeking at your face with the cutest pout.
When you still didn’t answer, he immediately resorted to the one thing he knew you could never say no to.
“Hmm, do you want some ice cream?” he whispered beside your ear, wiggling his brows playfully. “Mom bought some earlier.”
You stayed silent for a moment, still pretending to be upset while staring down at his hands tracing little circles against your palm.
Then your pout slowly weakened. “Okay,” you mumbled. “What flavor?”
Jungkook grinned immediately, bunny teeth appearing the second you gave in. He always knew how to melt your heart. Always knew exactly how to make you smile again.
And just like you spent countless days at his house, Jungkook spent plenty of time at yours too.
The first time he stepped inside your room, he looked completely stunned by the overwhelming amount of pink surrounding him.
Pink walls, pink blankets, shelves lined with barbie dolls, and plushies piled so high on your bed that there was barely any room left to sleep. Even the little lamp on your bedside table was dusted with glitter.
Meanwhile, Jungkook stood in the middle of it all, clutching a backpack filled with toy dinosaurs and looking painfully out of place in your princess-like bedroom. His usual blue jumper was the only thing that didn't blend into the sea of pink.
During sleepovers, you would force him to hug one of your teddy bears while you cuddled your favorite bunny plushie against your chest, proudly telling him it reminded you of him. Jungkook would always pout whenever you said that, his nose scrunching at the sight of you kissing the bunny.
Quietly, somewhere inside his heart, another tiny lego piece snapped into place whenever he watched you hold that bunny so tightly.
Most nights, neither of you slept early anyway. Your mother would occasionally scold the two of you after hearing nonstop giggles coming from your room late at night, the sound muffled beneath blankets while you whispered stories to each other instead of sleeping like you were supposed to.
You and Jungkook were always entertained by each other’s presence. And as the years slowly passed, both of you began to change. Your hobbies evolved just as naturally as you grew older together.
Jungkook slowly drifted away from legos and video games, while you traded barbie dolls and dress-up games for makeup and novels.
It wasn't surprising when Jungkook pursued engineering. He had always loved building things, ever since he was a little boy…carefully connecting blocks together at his tiny blue table.
The rooms that once overflowed with toys changed too.
Jungkook’s room became crowded with sketches, papers, blueprints and a laptop constantly left open on his desk. While your room transformed from shelves of dolls into a vanity covered with makeup, skincare products, perfumes and stacks of romance novels scattered across every surface.
And by the time you were eighteen and Jungkook was twenty-three, something between the two of you had quietly shifted.
Jungkook became protective over you in a way he never was before. Maybe it was because you were no longer the tiny little girl who followed him around with barbie dolls clutched in your hands.
Your cute colorful headbands became dainty little hair clips. Puffy dresses turned into soft sundresses that showed off the softness of your legs, always paired with small heels that made you look older than he was prepared for. Even your eyes had changed. Still sparkly and sweet, but now carrying a teasing playfulness beneath them. A bratty little glint that appeared whenever you wanted something.
But despite everything changing, some things about you stayed exactly the same.
You still hugged him constantly. Still kissed his cheeks whenever he did something sweet for you. Still clung onto his arm whenever you got excited over something small.
To you, those gestures were innocent, familiar, and natural.
But for Jungkook, they no longer felt innocent at all.
Somewhere throughout the years, your harmless affection had started affecting him differently.
A simple kiss against his cheek suddenly made heat spread through his body in ways that felt wrong to him. Your random hugs made his muscles tense instantly, his breath hitching whenever you pressed your soft chest against him, completely unaware of the effect you had on him.
And whenever you played with his hair while sitting a little too close beside him, or wore those cute little sundresses that clung softly to your curves and showed off your legs, Jungkook would find himself swallowing hard, his adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to ignore the strange tightness spreading through his pants.
You were still the same sweet little girl. But Jungkook was no longer looking at you the same anymore.
The lego pieces inside his heart were stacking faster now, building into something so deep and overwhelming that even he could no longer keep track of it.
“What’s cuter, this one… or this one?” you asked, holding up two dresses for Jungkook to see.
Today, the two of you were spending the day at the mall. After having lunch at your favorite restaurant, you immediately dragged Jungkook into a boutique, eager to shop for new dresses—your latest obsession.
Jungkook tilted his head, “The pink one,”
“I know! Okay, I’ll get this.” you smiled brightly.
By the time you finished shopping, you had already bought three more dresses from the boutique alone. Meanwhile, Jungkook sat patiently on the couch outside the fitting rooms, paper bags hanging from both of his hands while he waited for you without a single complaint.
When you finally turned to look at him after paying, your expression softened slightly. His head rested against the couch, eyes closed as if he had accidentally fallen asleep while waiting for you.
He looked exhausted. Lately, Jungkook had been reviewing nonstop for his engineering board exam, barely getting enough sleep between studying and helping around the house.
You were still in college, while Jungkook was already preparing for the next stage of his life.
It made you a little sad sometimes.
Weekends had become your favorite days because those were the only times he was fully free for you anymore.
You quietly sat beside him, and the moment the cushion dipped, Jungkook’s eyes immediately opened.
“You done, baby?” he asked softly, still half sleepy while instinctively reaching for your shopping bags to carry them himself.
You pouted… he looked so tired—wearing a black shirt that was a bit wrinkled from the day, his glasses slightly slipping down his nose and his hair a little disheveled. He still looked utterly handsome.
Without thinking much about it, you scooted a little closer to him. His brows furrowed immediately as your soft, powdery scent wrapped around him.
“Yup!” you smiled softly while fixing his slightly messy hair. “Let’s go home.”
His lips twitched. “Thought you wanted to visit the bookstore after this?”
You shook your head. “No, wanna rest.” Your voice turned softer. “Let’s take a nap at your house?”
Jungkook’s jaw immediately tensed. His tongue briefly swiped across his lower lip before he looked away for a second, something unreadable flickering across his face as he tried to gather himself together.
“Hmm…” he bit his lower lip, heavy-lidded eyes staring back at you. “You’ll go home after, okay?” he said, his voice coming out raspier than intended. “I still need to finish some reading, baby.”
A small sigh of relief escaped him when you nodded innocently. You never really noticed the change in him.
To you, Jungkook was only becoming busier as he got older. You didn’t notice how quickly he started declining sleepovers once his feelings for you began changing into something deeper.
He spent most nights trying to break the blocks apart—convincing himself it was wrong to think about you that way, trying to shatter the lego pieces inside his heart that kept snapping back together every single time he looked at you.
But he was failing, miserably. The little boy who was so good at building legos cannot break his own blocks apart.
Jungkook learned how to make the perfect vanilla oatmilk latte simply because you loved drinking them every morning.
He once rushed across three different bakeries just to buy blueberry cheesecake after hearing you complain over accidentally receiving strawberry cheesecake instead.
He started buying powdery perfumes, candles and diffusers whenever he saw them because every scent reminded him of you. He even found himself wandering through makeup stores looking at glittery products because your eyes always lit up whenever something sparkled.
You wanted something? He gave it to you.
Almost every single time.
Still, he buried his feelings carefully beneath years of friendship because the last thing he wanted was to ruin what the two of you already had.
He tried to stay close without wanting too much. Tried to act normal despite the growing warmth that spread through his chest and cock whenever you touched him carelessly. Tried to ignore the dangerous thoughts beginning to bloom inside his mind whenever you leaned too close, smiled too sweetly or hugged him for too long.
And some days, Jungkook truly thought he was doing a good job at hiding it.
“But Koo, I missed you…”
You followed Jungkook around the kitchen with a pout, trailing behind him like a lost puppy while he tried to ignore the way your voice instantly weakened his resolve.
It was summer break, and all you wanted was a sleepover.
Lately, Jungkook has been declining every single time you asked.
At first, you tried to understand. He was busy drowning himself in thick engineering books and endless papers for the upcoming board exams. But eventually, even weekends became off limits, which felt strange because Jungkook had always found a way to make time for you no matter how busy he was.
“Baby, I have some reading to do,” Jungkook said slowly while grabbing two mugs from the cupboard.
You groaned dramatically, folding your arms while leaning against the kitchen counter, eyes following his every movement as he prepared coffee for the two of you.
One black. One vanilla oatmilk latte.
“I won’t disturb you,” you insisted stubbornly. “Promise I’ll behave!” You whined softly, stepping closer before lightly tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.
It’s not like you would stop him from reading, you just wanted to be around him.
Jungkook sighed deeply before finally turning to look at you properly. “I really can’t, baby…promise I’ll make it up to you, okay?”
Your pout deepened immediately, heart slightly breaking when you saw his brows furrowing at you.
With a defeated sigh, you gave him a small nod. “Alright.”
The second your shoulders dropped sadly, Jungkook’s grip unconsciously tightened around the milk carton in his hands.
His eyes lingered on your face, a tiny pout forming on your lips as disappointment clouded your sparkling eyes.
God, it almost made him give in immediately.
The last sleepover had nearly cost him his patience. That night, he forced himself to stay awake, reading until sunrise just to avoid looking at you too much while you slept in his bed. But no matter how hard he tried to focus on the words in front of him, his eyes kept drifting back to you.
Your soft body was sprawled across his mattress, your pretty face nestled against his pillows, your hair fanned out messily like a constant temptation pulling at him.
The next morning, you were disappointed to find him asleep on the couch. You assumed he had stayed up late reading and eventually drifted off there, too exhausted to make it back to bed.
In reality, he had locked himself in the bathroom, guiltily jerking his aching cock before the temptation of sharing a bed with you became too much to bear.
“Baby…” Jungkook said slowly, voice rough from exhaustion as he lowered the teaspoon and carton of milk onto the counter.
You pouted. “If you don’t want me sleeping over, then can I at least visit you every day?” you asked softly. “I really, really miss you, Koo. I don’t have school anymore and I miss coming here.”
Jungkook closed his eyes briefly at your words. The urge to take back what he said just to see your pretty smile again was strong.
But no.
Another sleepover meant another guilty night spent in bed, every time he can still smell your scent on his sheets, his hand would wrapped around his throbbing cock, burying his nose against the pillow because it smelled like you, his cock leaking whenever he recalls how your sleepwear would rise up every time you moved around his bed.
It made him so guilty, but it was better than corrupting you.
“Alright,” he finally sighed in defeat. “But I come home late these days, baby… you know that.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
Lately, Jungkook practically lived in the library. He spent most nights surrounded by thick books, highlighters scattered across tables while he studied until sunrise just to become the best engineer he could possibly be. Everyone around him already knew how hardworking he was.
And you knew it better than anyone. That was why your chest softened instead of growing upset.
You missed him terribly, missed the days when the two of you spent almost every second together without responsibilities pulling him away from you. But at the same time, you never wanted to become a distraction standing between Jungkook and his dreams.
You had always supported him. Always believed in him. And the last thing you wanted was to become the reason he couldn’t reach the future he worked so hard for.
You smiled immediately, happiness softening your features now that he wasn’t completely stopping you from visiting him every day.
“Okay, Koo. That’s fine!” you chirped happily. “I’m visiting Mama Jeon too, you know!”
Jungkook chuckled softly at your playful tone, warmth spreading quietly through his chest now that your pout had finally disappeared.
Sometimes Jungkook genuinely feared he would eventually cross boundaries he shouldn’t… just to keep you happy.
And honestly, maybe he already was. Because after that conversation, you truly didn’t miss a single day at the Jeon's house during summer.
Some days you baked desserts in the kitchen while laughing with Mrs. Jeon. Other days you helped water flowers in the garden beneath the afternoon sun, your sundress swaying gently while dirt stained your fingertips. Sometimes you stayed quietly in Jungkook’s room, reading books while waiting for him until sunset painted the windows orange.
And every evening, Jungkook would come home to you waiting for him. A warm meal already prepared. Your bright smile greeting him at the door before he could even set his bag down.
Every single time, it made his heart feel unbearably full.
The sight of you peeking excitedly through the living room window the moment you spotted him outside. The way you lightly bounced on your feet before greeting him with a soft hug. The way you always asked him about his day first before talking about your own.
The way you asked what food he was craving just so you could attempt cooking it for him afterward.
The way you loved him through the smallest things without even realizing it.
And Jungkook kept falling deeper and deeper for you because of it.
“Are you gonna wait for Jungkook?” Mrs. Jeon asked one evening after finishing dinner. “You sure you don’t wanna eat first?”
You shook your head immediately. You always ate dinner with Jungkook.
He usually arrived home around five in the afternoon, which wasn’t too late, so waiting for him became another small routine you loved. During weekends, he sometimes studied at home instead, filling the house with the sound of flipping pages and keyboard typing while you quietly stayed nearby.
Your Kookie was very smart and hardworking after all.
“Okay, sweetheart,” Mrs. Jeon smiled warmly while cleaning the table. “Good thing he’s been coming home early these days.”
Early?
Your brows furrowed immediately. “Early?” you repeated slowly, leaning against the table in confusion. “Isn’t that his normal schedule at the library?”
You knew Jungkook’s routine almost by heart, which was exactly why her words caught you off guard.
Mrs. Jeon nodded before taking a sip of water. “Yes, that used to be his normal schedule,” she explained casually. “But before summer started, he was staying until eight p.m because he wanted to aim for topnotcher.”
She laughed softly afterward, shaking her head fondly. “I kept telling him it’s okay even if he doesn’t become one, but my son always wants to be the best at whatever he does.”
Your lips parted slightly, realization crashed into you all at once.
Jungkook had been coming home early because of you.
Because you said you missed him. Because you wanted to visit him every day.
Your chest tightened painfully, you hadn’t realized his original study schedule changed at all. Hadn’t realized Jungkook was cutting hours from his studying just so he could spend more time with you.
The realization made your heart ache in two completely different ways at once. Guilty. And terribly, terribly happy.
When Jungkook got home that evening, he expected you to greet him the same way you always did. A bright smile, soft eyes, your little footsteps rushing towards him before wrapping your arms around him in a hug that somehow always managed to melt the exhaustion off his body.
But the second he stepped inside and looked at you properly, he noticed it immediately. The smile on your lips looked smaller than usual, hesitant, not quite reaching your eyes. And Jungkook knew you too well not to notice.
“I cooked teriyaki chicken today,” you smiled softly, quickly turning away from him to open the lid of the food on the dining table. “Mama Jeon loved it.”
Jungkook followed behind you quietly, his tired eyes never leaving your figure. You were about to grab a glass of water when his hand suddenly wrapped around your arm gently, stopping you in place.
“Is there something wrong?” he asked softly, brows furrowing with concern.
He was exhausted from studying all day, his navy green sweater slightly wrinkled, glasses a bit foggy, hair messy from constantly running his fingers through it. Yet the moment he sensed something was wrong with you, the exhaustion vanished beneath concern.
You shook your head quickly. “Just…” Your voice trailed off when your eyes landed on the small paper bag hanging from his other hand. “W-What’s that?”
Jungkook glanced down at the bag before looking back at you carefully. “Are you okay, baby?” he asked again, quieter this time.
With shaky hands, you slowly reached for the paper bag in his hand.
Blueberry cheesecake.
Tears instantly welled in your eyes at the sight of it, your heart aching so badly it almost overwhelmed you.
“K-Koo…” your lips trembled softly as tears blurred your vision.
Jungkook’s eyes widened immediately. “Hey, hey—” he quickly set the paper bag down before gently holding your arms, thumbs soothing over your skin.
“What’s wrong with my baby, hmm?” he whispered softly, crouching down so he could properly look at your face.
And God, he looked so handsome like this. Tired but still so soft for you.
His sleepy doe eyes behind his glasses, messy hair falling over his forehead, large hands holding you so carefully like you were something fragile enough to crack beneath his touch.
You lowered your gaze, lips forming into a pout. “Y-You were coming home early for me…” you whispered quietly, guilt curling painfully inside you. “You don’t have to do that, Koo.”
Jungkook’s thick brows furrowed deeply. “Is that why you’re crying?”
Avoiding his gaze, you nodded slowly while staring down at your own fingers. Jungkook looked at you for a moment before gently tilting your chin upward, forcing your eyes back to his. Amusement slowly softened his tired features despite the concern still lingering there.
“Stop pouting.” he bit his lower lip, a low chuckle escaping beneath his breath as he listend to your tiny sniffles, almost relieved that his poor little baby was crying over something he didn’t even consider serious.
“Jungkook, I’m serious,” you protested, weakly hitting his chest. “We’re talking about your future here! Why would you do that?”
He caught your hand easily before you could hit him again, fingers wrapping around your fist while his thumb slowly traced circles against your skin. “You don’t need to worry about that,” he murmured softly. “I can handle my studies just fine, okay?”
You frowned harder instead. “But you’re coming home early, Koo. How is that good?”
You tried hitting him again, but Jungkook only tightened his hold around your wrist, enough to stop you without hurting you.
He leaned closer, lowering his head until your faces were only inches apart, as if getting nearer would somehow make you understand him better.
“Need to see my baby for motivation,” he admitted softly.
Your heartbeat stumbled violently inside your chest. Jungkook grabbed the paper bag again before carefully placing it into your hands. “So I can work hard,” he continued quietly, eyes never leaving yours, “and buy you all the things and blueberry cheesecakes you want.”
Your eyes widened instantly, heat rushing across your cheeks and ears while your heart pounded so loudly it almost frightened you.
“Do you want that?” Jungkook asked gently, his eyes lowering to your quivering lips.
“O-Of course I do, but I swear—”
“That’s all I needed to hear,” he interrupted quietly, like your answer alone was enough for him.
Enough to make every sacrifice worth it.
When uni started again, you still never missed the chance to visit Jungkook whenever school wasn’t too hectic, and whenever days passed without seeing you, he would be the one visiting instead.
At first, you tried giving him space because of the boards, but Jungkook always insisted on meeting somehow. Like your presence alone kept him going. Like every sleepless night, every exhausting study session, and every struggle he endured became worth it the second he saw your smile waiting for him at the end of the day.
Only sleepovers of course is where he drawled the line.
Sometimes, while staring at blueprints and thick documents until dawn, Jungkook would imagine finally succeeding, finally becoming the best engineer he could be, earning enough money to spoil his baby with everything you wanted. And somehow, those thoughts alone were enough to keep him going.
At twenty-one and twenty-six, both of you had changed so much from the children you once were.
The boyish softness he used to carry had long disappeared, replaced by tattoos and piercings that contrasted almost unfairly against the intelligent image everyone had of him.
His once lean frame broadened into toned muscles that stretched beneath his shirts, shoulders wider now, veins more prominent across his hands and arms. The boy who once ate lollipops while building legos now smoked cigarettes absentmindedly after stressful nights at work.
And the engineering student who used to stay awake studying until sunrise had officially become the topnotcher everyone admired.
You still remembered the exact moment he first mentioned wanting his arms decorated. You used to tease him constantly for being such a nerd, especially with his glasses, organized notes and old obsession with building legos.
Which was exactly why you nearly choked in surprise the first time he casually mentioned wanting tattoos and piercings.
“Huh? Really?” you immediately sat up straighter from the picnic mat, staring at him with wide eyes.
The two of you were spending the afternoon at the park, sunlight pouring warmly across the grass while snacks and drinks were scattered around your little picnic setup. Jungkook looked unfairly handsome sitting there beneath the sun, sleeves pushed slightly upward, dark hair messy from the breeze, soft eyes following your every move.
“Yeah,” he answered casually. “I also plan on getting piercings.” he tilted his head, waiting for your opinion.
“You are not serious,” you gasped loudly, quickly scooting closer towards him in disbelief.
Jungkook glanced down instinctively the moment your body moved closer to his. You were wearing a short pastel sundress perfect for the sunny weather, your hair tied into a loose side braid while your glossy lips formed into the cutest pout he had ever seen.
He swallowed harshly before quickly looking away. Sometimes it genuinely amazed him how you could still sit this close to him so innocently while he struggled to keep his thoughts clean.
“And tattoos?” you continued dramatically, eyes sparkling with excitement now. “Like… what kind? This is bomb info, Koo. Thought you were too nerdy for that.” you teased.
The thing is, he never forgot that moment—the time you were shopping for toys and spotted a limited-edition Ken doll with sleeve tattoos, immediately saying how good Ken would look beside Barbie. His little child mind, his wide doe eyes, quietly took that in and stored it somewhere deep.
And somewhere in that simple, fleeting comment, his stupid lego heart decided that when he grew up, he wanted tattoos too.
So Jungkook would look good beside his Y/N.
Jungkook pouted slightly at your teasing. “Thought they looked pretty,” he admitted shyly. “I think I want my arms decorated.”
Your eyes widened immediately. “That’s a baddie move right there!” you giggled.
Without hesitation, you grabbed his right arm excitedly, examining it carefully like you were already planning the tattoos yourself.
Jungkook stared down at your smaller hands wrapped around his arm, heart beating strangely harder inside his chest while your soft perfume drifted towards him beneath the warm summer air.
He bit his lower lip, staring at you through heavy-lidded eyes. “You think I’ll look good with them?” he drawled lazily.
You rolled your eyes dramatically. “Course you will! You’ll be a baddie nerd,” you teased, fingers lightly grazing the muscles of his arm.
Jungkook’s eyes slowly softened at your touch, his gaze growing hazier by the second. Not because he was tired, but because you were intoxicating him again.
“Stop calling me a nerd,” he groaned, though there wasn’t a single ounce of annoyance in his voice. If anything, his tone sounded far too fond to be offended.
“You are,” you giggled immediately, poking his cheek playfully. “You’re so smart. My smart Koo.”
Before he could respond, you suddenly stole the glasses off his face, laughing to yourself while slipping them onto your own nose. The prescription immediately blurred your vision, making you squint dramatically while Jungkook stared at you in complete adoration.
“Hello,” you mimicked in a deeper voice, trying to imitate him. “I’m Jungkook and I love math.”
You burst into laughter at your own joke while Jungkook only watched you. God, you looked so cute wearing his glasses.
“Baby, stop it,” he chuckled softly, finally reaching towards you to take them back.
You quickly leaned away from him with another laugh, refusing to give them up. Jungkook sighed through a smile before grabbing your waist without thinking, pulling you closer against him, wrapping his arms around your waist while you squealed in surprise.
“Koo!” you giggled loudly, twisting your body away so he couldn’t reach your face. But in the motion, your neck tilted back, your throat exposed right in front of him.
His eyes narrowed, staring at the soft skin of your neck as he bit his lower lip hard, leaning in closer… his pointed nose slowly grazed your skin, his eyes fluttering shut.
Fuck.
“You smell good,” he whispered, already distracted.
Since you and Jungkook were close, you didn’t think much of it, still giggling as you tried to dodge him, unconsciously giving him more access to your neck. “Koo! That tickles.”
He was getting lost in it, inhaling your scent like he was getting addicted, his nose brushing down towards your collarbones.
You were moving too much, wriggling in his hold, but his hands on your waist only tightened. “Stop moving,” he groaned, now pressing soft kisses along your throat, his nose burying deeper against your skin.
When a soft gasp escaped you, he stopped immediately, like he’d been pulled out of a trance. His jaw tensed as realization hit him, fear flickering across his expression at the thought that he might have made you uncomfortable.
But you were still oblivious, treating it like nothing more than a game so he wouldn’t get his glasses back, unaware that his soft kisses had already crossed a line—no longer innocent like the soft shallow kisses you shared when you were little.
“Let’s go home,” he suddenly muttered, gently pushing you away from him while clearing his throat.
“What?” your giggles slowly faded, confusion replacing the smile on your face. “Why?”
You carefully removed his glasses from your face, leaning closer to place them back on him properly, but Jungkook instinctively moved back slightly before you could.
Your expression fell immediately.
“A-Are you mad?” you asked quietly, lips forming into a small frown.
Jungkook swallowed harshly at the sight. “I’m not,” he answered quickly, taking the glasses from your hands this time before putting them back on himself.
But your frown only deepened. “Then why do you suddenly wanna go home?” you asked, sadness creeping into your tone so naturally.
Jungkook nearly groaned out loud. He wanted to kiss you so bad.
Wanted to pin you down against the picnic mat beneath the warm sunlight and lose himself completely in you. His body was reacting so badly to you that it was becoming painful to sit this close without crossing boundaries he had no right crossing.
Still, even while it was slowly killing him, Jungkook reached for your hand again. His thumb traced slow circles against the back of your palm, the familiar motion instantly soothing you the way it always did.
“I don’t,” he sighed quietly. “I just-”
“Don’t be mad, Koo… please?” you murmured softly, tilting your head slightly to peek at his face while your eyes stayed focused on his hands holding yours.
Fuck. He was so hard.
“I’m not,” he groaned, trying to smile at you despite the chaos inside him. “You know I won’t get mad at my baby.”
Piercings and tattoos suited Jungkook almost unfairly well. He looked more manly now, sharper in a way that made people stare a second too long without realizing it.
The ink on his right arm wrapped around his skin like it had always belonged there, and the silver piercings he wore caught the light whenever he moved, subtle flashes that only made his presence more noticeable. The lip ring sat against his lower lip in a way that somehow emphasized his natural pout, softening the intensity of his face just enough to be dangerous. And yet, despite all of it, he still wore his glasses when he needed to work, the familiar frames making him look serious and composed while his eyes still carried the same quiet shine they always had when you were kids.
After passing the boards, everything had changed quickly for him. Phone calls from companies came one after another, clients stacking up so fast it barely gave him time to breathe. Within a short span of time, Jungkook had saved enough to buy a brand new house for his parents, choosing to live alone in his childhood home afterward.
It was almost ironic, how the boy who once built lego structures on a small table was now designing real ones for a living, turning imagination into something tangible and permanent.
Not realizing he wasn’t just building things with his hands—but quietly building a lego heart of his own while watching you grow, piece by piece, until you became the only design that ever made sense.
On his first payday, he didn’t think twice about how to spend it. He took you out to your favorite restaurant, the same one you used to mention randomly in passing, and spoiled you with gifts you didn’t even ask for.
Because that was always his dream in the end.
At twenty-one, you had stayed mostly the same… still girly, still drawn to pastel pinks and soft colors, still wearing dresses that made you look like you stepped out of a memory he refused to forget. Your body had also changed in ways that made you more aware of yourself, curves developing naturally and beautifully.
In college, people noticed you too. A lot of them, actually.
Guys who tried a little too hard to make you laugh, to impress you, to take up space in your attention the way they wanted. You went on dates here and there, curious more than anything, but none of them ever stuck.
None of them ever felt right.
You were laying on Jungkook’s bed while he worked at his desk, fingers playing with his pillows as you babbled about college life.
About lectures, assignments, and then, eventually, about the guys who kept asking you out.
“He's not even bad, I guess,” you said with a small shrug, “just… kind of clingy? I tried to give him a shot cause he's kinda cute you know.” you giggled.
Jungkook had always been the one person you could talk to without filtering your words, without rehearsing your tone or worrying how you sounded.
So you kept going, still unaware of the way his pen had slowed in his hand, or how his gaze had subtly shifted towards you instead of the papers and laptop on his desk.
He didn’t interrupt you. Instead, he just listened, nodding occasionally, offering soft hums at the right moments like he always knew how to make you feel heard.
He didn’t want to hold you back. You weren’t his.
Instead, Jungkook kept his distance exactly where it needed to be.
He even asked questions sometimes—small ones, careful ones—because he wanted to understand, wanted to know what kind of people were entering your life.
Not to control it. Never to control it. Just to make sure you were okay. To make sure no one hurt you.
And every time you smiled about something new, every time you tried something different, he swallowed whatever it did to him and smiled back.
Because loving you, for him, had never been about possession.
It’s about standing at the edge of something he desperately wanted to step into, and choosing not to, again and again, because you deserved freedom more than you deserved him holding you too tightly.
Even when it hurts.
“Do you plan on going on a date with him again?” he rasped, eyes still fixed on his laptop even though the words on the screen had long stopped making sense.
You rolled your eyes. “No! Like I said, he’s so clingy,” you groaned dramatically, turning onto your side. “He kept texting me during class too. And he was kinda touchy.”
Jungkook froze, Touchy.
He raised a brow, slowly… he turned his swivel chair away from his desk to face you fully.
“Say that again,” he commanded.
You blinked, sitting up a little on his bed and smoothing out your pleated skirt. “Huh? Which part?”
Jungkook’s eyes dropped briefly to your bare legs before lifting back to your face. His expression was unreadable now, serious in a way that made your teasing mood falter slightly.
“Touchy?” he repeated, almost like he was testing the word on his tongue.
He knew you had never had a boyfriend.
Picky in your own quiet way, always rejecting people politely, never really giving anyone the chance to stay.
That was something he had always told himself was a good thing. But there was one thing you told him once that lingered longer than it should have.
Your first kiss.
You had laughed it off back then, saying it was just stolen during a stupid drinking game in high school, something meaningless, something you didn’t even care about anymore. But Jungkook had gone still in a way you didn’t notice fully at the time. And after that night, the thought never really left him.
The first broken lego piece in his heart.
Jungkook never acted on it. Because he knew where the line was, even if it blurred more and more every time he looked at you.
Every time he imagined someone else touching you, his mind would go blank for a second, like something inside him short-circuited and restarted wrong.
His love that was freeing, turning into something selfish and possessive.
Jungkook knows that he was no better.
Even if he acted like the responsible one, the always-focused engineering nerd with books and goals, there were parts of him he couldn’t control.
The desires, the sexual frustration, the way he had nowhere to put everything he was feeling for you.
So he let it out elsewhere… hard, rough and merciless—like he was always unsatisfied. Because no matter what he did, no matter who he fucks, it was never you.
“Well...y-yeah, I thought it was sweet since he seems to be very kind and perfect,” you started, shifting slightly on his bed as you tried to recall your date earlier. “But it was starting to get irritating—”
“Where did he touch you?” Jungkook cut in sharply.
His tone made you pause immediately. You blinked at him, a little stunned by how fast and firm it came out. “Uh… just my thighs—”
He cursed under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration, jaw tightening like he was trying to hold something back.
At your bratty age, you had tried to explore, you would let them kiss you, let them touch you a little, only when you thought there was something there—some special connection, some feeling that made it worth it. But it always disappeared too quickly, leaving you bored, unimpressed, or just… disconnected.
And sometimes, in the quiet parts of your mind, a small thought would surface.
Why had no one ever truly impressed you? Why did everything feel like it was missing something you couldn’t name?
But you always pushed it away.
Because growing up, it had always been Jungkook.
What you didn’t know, what you never really saw—was that Jungkook had already fallen long before you ever started trying to figure yourself out.
He ended up fucking every women who looked like echoes of you—same powdery scent, similar hair length and color, soft features that almost resembled yours if he stared long enough. He didn’t realize it at the time, how every fling carried traces of you in them, like he was trying and failing to recreate something he couldn’t replace. He never stayed long enough for anything serious. Because none of them were you.
His lego hearts were never complete without you filling them.
“I mean, it wasn’t that bad—”
You blinked slowly when his gaze dropped to your thighs again, his eyes lingering a little too long, scanning like he was replaying something in his head. Instinctively, you tugged your plaid skirt down a bit more, suddenly aware of your own body in a way you weren’t before.
“Kookie—”
“Were you uncomfortable?” he asked, voice strained.
His hand came up to his temple, rubbing slowly as if he was trying to steady himself, jaw tightening slightly. You could see it in him clearly now—the tension he always tried to hide whenever it came to you.
You shook your head quickly. “No.”
“Come here.”
You hesitated for a second, then slowly walked towards him. “I swear, Koo, I’m fine—”
“You know what to do when you don’t want something, right?” he sighed, voice lower now, almost careful, like he was choosing every word with restraint.
He reached for your hand, holding it gently before squeezing them. Like he was trying to calm himself through the contact just as much as he was trying to calm you.
“Course, I do,” you replied in a small voice.
And you did. Because this wasn’t new.
The same Jungkook who used to patch your scraped knees when you fell in the backyard.
The same Jungkook who always made sure you weren’t left out when his friends came over. Even if his friends, Jimin or Taehyung teased you too much and made you cry.
The same Jungkook who would sigh, drag you away from them, wipe your tears with frustrating gentleness, and buy you ice cream like it would fix everything.
Like a good older brother who never let anything truly hurt his little sister.
You would come to Jungkook when something confused you, when something annoyed you, when something made your chest feel too full and you didn’t know where to put it. You would talk, ramble, complain, overthink out loud, and Jungkook would just listen. Always.
He never really stopped you from anything. He never imposed his choices on you in a way that felt forceful or strict.
Instead, he would give you advice, calm and steady, letting you talk yourself through your own thoughts. And when you reached the end of it, he would always say the same thing.
“As long as my baby’s happy.”
And somehow, every time, you did exactly that.
Neither of you really questioned it. It just felt like balance. Like the dynamic between you had always existed in that shape and was never meant to change.
His quiet dominance, your easy submission to his judgment—it fit too well to ever feel wrong.
“I think red hair would look good on you,” you murmured, sitting beside him as you absentmindedly played with the back of his hair while he stayed focused on your papers.
The two of you were at a quiet library near your school that day. You had told Jungkook you needed help with math, and like always, he gave in without much resistance. He finished his own work earlier than planned just so he could sit with you, his pen already marking through your problems with that effortless confidence that made everything look easy.
“Or maybe blonde again?” you continued, tilting your head slightly as you tugged at a few strands. “Remember when you went blonde?”
Ken Doll. He remembers.
Jungkook let out a low groan. “Do you want me to finish your papers or not?” he reprimanded.
You pouted immediately, leaning back slightly in your seat, your peach-manicured fingers tapping lightly against the wooden table.
A color he had picked for you before.
“I do,” you said softly, looking at him through your lashes. “I’m behaving.”
He raised a brow at you, finally glancing up from your papers. His gaze flickered down for a second—too quick to be casual—landing briefly at your neck before returning to your eyes.
“Then behave,”
You pouted… but still sat properly, letting out a small huff as you adjusted yourself in your seat.
Jungkook, meanwhile, looked completely absorbed in your work. His thick brows were slightly furrowed behind his glasses as he scanned your notes, lips pressed into a thin line while he analyzed every mistake. He looked older like this…serious, composed, almost intimidating in a quiet way.
His crisp white long sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, tattoos peeking through with every movement of his hand as he turned the page. Dark slacks fit neatly against his frame, and his hair was styled back with gel, though a few loose strands had fallen onto his forehead anyway, softening the sharpness of his face.
He looked like he had come straight from work without even stopping to breathe.
The lip piercing caught the light whenever he moved, a small glint against his pinkish lips as he exhaled quietly through his nose.
Everything about him felt controlled, grounded, intentional.
And sitting beside him in your school uniform—white button-down slightly loosened at the collar, plaid skirt resting neatly at your thighs, makeup soft and sparkly pink—you couldn’t help but feel like you didn’t belong in the same frame as him.
Like you were trouble sitting next to something dangerously stable.
“Answer this,” he said finally, sliding a paper towards you.
You frowned immediately, staring at the equations like they had personally offended you. “Huh? I thought you’d answer it for me.”
Jungkook poked the inside of his cheek, clearly unimpressed but still patient. “You need to learn. Once you’re done, I’ll check it and teach you how to do it properly.”
You rolled your eyes, leaning back slightly. “But Koo! It’s hard, my head is literally aching from all these numbers.”
He raised a brow at you, expression flat but not unkind. “How are you going to pass math if I keep answering everything for you?”
“But—”
Your protest died the moment you met his gaze. There was that look again. Calm, firm, unbothered in a way that made it impossible to argue for long.
You sighed dramatically and took the paper anyway. “Fine,” you muttered, already giving in. “But you’re buying me oat latte after this.”
Jungkook’s lips curved slightly, good girl.
“Only if you get it right,” he raised a brow.
You groaned under your breath and finally focused on the equations, forcing yourself to concentrate.
Most of your homework was done by him, even when math wasn’t even involved.
And whenever Jungkook did try to refuse, you always found a way around it.
You’d show up at his house with his favorite ice cream, lingering by the doorway like you weren’t already certain he would let you in.
Sometimes you’d lean in and press a soft kiss to his cheek, gentle and quick, like it meant nothing at all. Other times, you’d just look at him with those puppy eyes of yours—smiling in a way that made it seem like he was the only thing in your world.
And Jungkook would always fold. Every single time.
It didn’t even feel like a decision anymore. It was instinct. The way his expression would soften the moment you appeared. The way his shoulders would loosen, like all the tension he carried everywhere else had nowhere to stay when you were near.
If you asked him for the stars, he would’ve probably tried to figure out a way to reach them.
He didn’t just like you. He prioritized you.
You were very spoiled. Jungkook’s hard-earned money always ended up on you—whenever he got his salary, he would immediately take you out for a nice dinner, shop for clothes and makeup you liked, buy your favorite cheesecake, get you more books—everything you wanted, and half the things you didn’t even realize you wanted yet.
It made you happy. Every time you showed up at school with a new bag or a new pair of shoes, your friends already knew Jungkook had bought them for you. Every time you got perfect scores, they would roll their eyes, assuming it was because of Jungkook’s help and hard work behind it.
At first, your friends were very nice to you—almost overly so. They tried to get close quickly, always lingering around you, laughing a little too loudly at your jokes.
And it wasn’t hard to understand why.
Because they noticed Jungkook first.
They would see him picking you up from school in his black shiny Cadillac, the kind of car that made people turn their heads. They would watch his tall, lean figure step out, his arms decorated with tattoos that became more visible when he rolled his sleeves up, silver piercings catching the light, jet-black hair neatly styled, and sharp honey doe eyes that softened the second they landed on you.
Sometimes he would smoke a cigarette while waiting, immediately putting it down when he saw you coming. He wasn’t someone people could ignore. Not with the way he looked, and not with the way he carried himself.
And when they found out he wasn’t just good-looking but also the top engineer in town, already successful and earning far beyond most people his age, their curiosity shifted into something heavier. So they stayed close to you—not always for you, but for the possibility of him.
Then, when they finally realized you weren’t related, everything changed.
The smiles faded just slightly, the energy dropped, shoulders slacking like something they thought they could reach had suddenly been pulled away. It was subtle, but you felt it. That quiet shift in how they looked at you, like you had become the reason they couldn’t get closer to him.
From there, the judgment slowly followed. To them, you were just a spoiled girl, someone using Jungkook for attention, comfort, or material things. Something easy to label rather than understand. And over time, that assumption hardened into quiet resentment.
But you were never trying to be anything more complicated than you were. You were kind in a way that came naturally, warm without effort, too soft to notice when someone’s intentions weren’t pure. You didn’t see the resentment clearly, because you were too friendly, too open, too willing to believe the best in people. And that very same softness made it easy for others to either like you quickly… or envy you just as fast.
“Another bag?” Sana raised a brow at you the moment you walked into the classroom, eyes landing immediately on the new pink bag hanging from your arm.
You grinned without hesitation, completely unbothered by their stares. “Yes! It matches my nails, see?” you said excitedly, holding your hand out so they could see your freshly done manicure.
Your friends leaned in slightly, but the look in their eyes wasn’t as excited as yours. It was something sharper…envy, carefully disguised under curiosity.
“Was your nails paid by Jungkook?” Riri asked, her tone slipping into something almost accusatory.
You pouted a little, tilting your head. “Yup,” you admitted. “I accidentally told him I needed a fresh set, so…”
Over the weekend, Jungkook told you he had just received his pay. You always told him to save it—a detail your friends didn’t know…but he still insisted on treating you to dinner, telling you not to worry and to just buy whatever you wanted.
In passing, you mentioned your nails, how you wanted a fresh set for the upcoming semestral break. You didn’t mean it as a hint for him to pay; you always tended to babble randomly around Jungkook.
But then he immediately handed you his card.
“Koo, you don’t have to…” you pouted, though your smile was already forming before you even finished the sentence.
Jungkook didn’t even answer you properly. His large hand simply took yours, fingers warm and steady as he guided you through the mall.
“What design are you gonna get?” he asked once you reached the nail salon.
You pouted, “Maybe flowers? what color do you prefer?” you asked now, giggling as you showed him your hands cutely.
He didn’t even hesitate. He always leaned toward soft, pastel tones for you, like he already knew what would look best on you before you even decided.
Light pink.
You nodded immediately when he said it, already excited again, rambling about adding tiny hearts and small details on top. Jungkook just watched you softly, expression unreadable in a way you didn’t notice, before he glanced away and told you he’d walk around for a bit while you got your nails done.
You blinked. That was new.
Because usually, when you were in treatment or stuck in a salon chair for hours, Jungkook would be waiting for you nearby. Either waiting on the couch or answering work calls outside the salon.
But this time, he left.
“Thank you, have a nice day,” you smiled at the staff, not surprised when they told you everything had already been paid for. That part was normal by now. Sometimes you even tried to sneak and pay yourself, but it never worked. Jungkook always stayed one step ahead of you.
When you stepped out later, freshly done nails drying as you adjusted your bag, you were about to text Jungkook when you suddenly saw him coming.
A little distance away with multiple paper bags in his hands.
Your eyes widened instantly. Jungkook lifted the bags slightly when he noticed you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he walked closer.
“Done with your nails, baby?” he asked softly, eyes briefly dropping to your hands like he was checking them properly.
“What’s that?” you asked, voice already shaky, excitement mixing with confusion as your heart started to pick up.
He handed you the paper bags, and you immediately looked inside, your heart thumping when you realized he had bought everything you had been eyeing earlier—the bag, the clothes, the makeup… it was all in there.
“Koo…” you said weakly, your voice trembling the moment you realized he really bought everything, even the lipstick you had only tried on for fun.
Without thinking, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms tightly around him. Your face buried itself against his neck, hiding away like you didn’t want him to see how emotional you were getting.
“Thank you,” you muffled against his skin, your cheeks burning from how overwhelming it all felt.
Jungkook buying you things wasn’t new. It happened often enough that you were used to it by now.
But this felt different.
Because you had told him earlier you didn’t need anything. You had insisted you already had enough—bags, shoes, books still brand new at home. You had tried to sound firm about it too.
And for once, Jungkook had actually listened. Or at least, you thought he had.
Because instead of arguing like he usually would, he had simply taken you to all your favorite stores anyway. Letting you walk around, letting your eyes wander, letting you stop for a second too long at things you pretended not to want. You kept telling yourself you were just window shopping. That you didn’t need anything. That you were being responsible.
But Jungkook was watching you closely, knows what his sweet girl wanted.
He was unintentionally making you fall harder for him.
Your young, innocent heart once again threatened to climb his walls. Without realizing that you were already standing too close to where you belonged.
Jungkook chuckled lowly at your reaction, smiling when you clung to him a little too tightly, like you didn’t want to let go yet. His hands gripping your waist in place.
“You okay, baby?” he asked softly, voice close to your ear.
You finally loosened your grip just a little, pulling back enough to look at him. Your eyes were still wide and sparkling, cheeks flushed pink, lips slightly parted like you were still trying to process everything.
“I… I’m so happy,” you whispered.
His gaze softened immediately, heavy-lidded eyes dropping briefly to your lips before lifting back up to your face.
“Really,” he murmured, pulling you slightly closer again, just enough that there was no space left between you.
You nodded quickly. “So happy, Koo…”
The following school week, you showed up to class with the new bag already in use, carefully placed on the chair beside you. Your nails were freshly done too, and every time you looked at them you couldn’t help but think of Jungkook.
“You almost have a new bag every month, do you even know how much that costs?” Nayeon said, leaning back in her chair as she glanced at you with raised brows.
You couldn’t even argue with that. It was true.
Every month, it was either a new bag or a new pair of shoes, sometimes both.
“And those are branded,” Sana added. “I know Jungkook has a good job, but don’t you think that’s… too much?”
There was concern in her voice, but not really for you.
For him.
To your friends, it looked like he was just spoiling you. Babying you because you were childhood friends, because your families were close.
And from the outside, it probably did look like that.
Like you were simply receiving too much. Like you were just letting it happen.
But what they didn’t see was that Jungkook never hesitated when it came to you. Never treated it like a burden. Never acted like it was something he was losing from.
If anything, it was the opposite. And that was the part you couldn’t explain to them.
Because they only saw what he gave. Not what he felt when he gave it.
“If you keep on doing that, I won’t be surprised if he grows tired of you,” Riri said, shaking her head as her gaze dropped briefly to your bag like it had suddenly become something unpleasant.
The words didn’t land softly. Tired of you.
“That won’t happen,” you said quickly, a little too quickly, like saying it out loud would make it true.
But your friends didn’t look convinced. They rolled their eyes almost in sync.
“Even if you’re close, he’ll still grow tired of you eventually,” Sana added. “Especially if it’s always like that. He’s probably just too nice to say no to you.”
“I honestly feel bad for him,” Riri agreed, leaning back in her chair. “Those things he’s buying? Gosh, he could probably buy a new car already. Everything’s branded!"
The laughter that followed wasn’t cruel, but it wasn’t kind either. It sat somewhere in between—light enough to pass as a joke, heavy enough to stick.
You stayed quiet. Because for the first time, the thought didn’t bounce off you like it usually did.
The dresses hanging in your closet. The bags lined neatly on your shelves. The shoes you barely had reason to wear but still owned anyway. The perfumes that smelled like soft powder and familiarity. The little pieces of gold jewelry he had given you on birthdays without fail.
All of it. All from him.
Your friends kept talking, but their voices blurred into the background. You tried to smile at lunch, tried to pretend you were fine, tried to focus on your notes later like you always did when your mind got loud.
But it kept coming back anyway.
What if he gets tired of you? What if he’s just too nice to say it?
You were so used to Jungkook spoiling you that it took you a while to even recognize the thought creeping in—maybe you were too much. Maybe you were asking for too much without meaning to. And once that idea settled, it didn’t just sit quietly. It spread.
The possibility that he might look at you one day and feel burdened? That the person you trusted most might start seeing you as a responsibility instead of someone he chose?
That possibility hurt more than anything else.
Because even though, deep down, you knew Jungkook wouldn’t easily do something like that… you were still afraid.
So for the following weeks, you changed.
You stopped calling him for help with your assignments. You stopped texting him every small thing that happened in your day. You tried to answer things on your own, figure things out without leaning on him, even when your first instinct was to reach for him.
You were trying, quietly and stubbornly, to be less.
And Jungkook noticed.
At first, he convinced himself you were just busy. School, friends, life—it made sense. He told himself not to read too much into it, not to assume anything, not to disturb you.
But then it continued.
“It’s okay, Koo. I swear I can do it by myself,” you said over the phone one night when he had offered to come over and help you with your assignment.
Jungkook paused at that, leaning back in his chair, one hand still resting near his laptop. He had just finished working overtime, exhaustion still sitting heavily on his shoulders.
“You sure, baby?” he asked more carefully this time. “What is it about? Maybe I can help.”
Three weeks.
It hadn’t even been that long. Not for most people.
But for you and Jungkook, it felt different.
Because since you were seven years old, you had always been there. Always reaching out. Always calling. Always texting. Even during vacations, even during trips, even during the smallest moments of the day—you were part of each other’s rhythm.
And he was used to it. Used to you.
He missed you in a way he didn’t really know how to admit, even to himself. Sometimes he would catch himself checking his phone in the middle of meetings, expecting your name to appear out of habit, confused when it didn’t.
But more than that, he was starting to overthink.
Because he didn’t want to come off as clingy. He remembered what you had said about your dates before. So he held back.
But you holding back too? That didn’t feel right.
Because you were never like that with him.
Always and exceptionally, his sweet clingy girl.
His frustration was leading him to pump his cock every night. After going home from work, he would lie down on the bed still wearing his glasses, not bothering to change his clothes or remove his silver wristwatch. With a grunt, he would pull out his cock from his dark slacks, spitting on his tip in frustration, pumping it hard and fast with the thought of you.
“Fuck, what’s wrong, baby?” he whispers, squeezing the tip of his cock to coax out more precum. His teeth sink into his lower lip as he imagines burying himself between your thighs, determined to eat your wet pussy until you finally tell him what’s been bothering you.
He wanted to please you so badly, kiss your problems away, wanted to fuck you so hard that all your pretty little head would think about was him.
The one-night stands and occasional hookups were not giving him a proper release. He would push the other girls’ heads down harshly on his cock so he wouldn’t see their faces, always fucking them from behind so he could imagine it was you. He would bend their bodies into positions that would make him think it was your sweet little body he was fucking. He always had the stamina to go for multiple rounds because his cock was always so hard even after he came, his mushroom tip pulsing and leaking for you.
It was so bad, so sinful, so dirty.
He wanted to know what was wrong, the urge to tie you down with his chains growing stronger. Yet he was afraid to do that to you, afraid to scare his precious little girl.
“No need, Koo, it’s an easy project. Besides, I have a girl’s date tomorrow so I kinda need to prepare,” you said in a small voice. That was a lie—you didn’t have a girls’ date tomorrow… but you’d rather stay at home than see him.
For the past weeks, he had noticed that he didn’t receive any of your random texts anymore, your silly calls for help with assignments, your usual chocolate chip cookies whenever you stopped by his house, or your clinginess to convince him to sleep over even when he would always decline.
The fact that you were going out with your friends this weekend was also very unusual. Although you still spent time with friends and other people occasionally, three weeks without seeing him at all, felt odd.
The chains of possessiveness wrapped around him once again.
“Can I at least stop by to see you tonight?” he almost pleaded. “I miss my baby.”
You shut your eyes tight, clutching your phone in your hands at his words. The wild beating of your heart betrayed you.
“I m-miss you too, Koo. But… maybe next time. I’m really busy,” you reasoned, hoping he would just drop it and let it go.
Jungkook groaned. Your sweet “I miss you” went straight to his cock, his jaw ticking in frustration as he loosened his black tie to regulate his breathing.
“Koo?” you said nervously when he didn’t answer, biting your lip hard when he stayed silent on the line.
“Where are you?” he rasped, his serious tone almost making you jump.
It was Friday, and you were rotting in your room. In fact, you had no piled-up projects or assignments due because you finished them all just to preoccupy your mind from Jungkook.
The urge to disturb him and spend time with him was strong, but you wanted to prove to yourself and your friends that you were not using him. You were wasting a perfectly boring Friday lying on your bed while thinking about… Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook.
“I-I’m in my room, why?”
“I’ll be there in fifteen. Don’t go anywhere,” he said in a dismissive tone.
“Huh? Koo, you can’t—”
He dropped the call.
Your eyes widened when you realized he would actually come here.
You quickly scanned your room, sighing in relief when you remembered you cleaned your mess yesterday. Standing up, you looked at yourself in the mirror—your cheeks were flushed, your hair a bit messy from lying down, wearing matching ruffled short shorts and a pastel pink spaghetti strap top. You leaned closer, checking if you should apply lip gloss or not.
“Ugh, why am I panicking! it’s just Kookie,” you grunted, pacing around your room, a bit excited that you would finally see him after a long while.
You brushed your hair, cringing when you applied a little bit of lip balm, debating if you should change your clothes or if you would look stupid for getting ready too much.
Your thoughts were interrupted when your phone beeped with a text.
Kookie: Do you want anything? I can bring you something to eat.
A loud squeal came out of your lips, and you immediately placed your palm over your mouth in case your mom would come check if you suddenly fainted or something. You read the text over and over again like it would change its meaning.
“This is the reason why no one compares to you, ugh!” you groaned to yourself, comparing his sweet gesture once again to all the boys you had tried dating.
You were about to reply when another text came in, not from him but from your good friend Hoseok, also a guy who had expressed his feelings for you before, which you rejected. He was good-looking, kind and sweet, but with his radiating energy and personality, you only saw him as a friend. You were glad he didn’t take the rejection seriously, though… sometimes he acted a bit too sweet with you.
Hoseok: hEY CUTIE! I’m downstairs!!!! Let’s hang out!
“What the fuck?!” your eyes widened immediately, rushing to the bedroom window only to see Hoseok outside your house, waving at you with a bright freaking smile.
You rushed downstairs and quickly opened the door, ready to scold him, but he only laughed at you.
“Hobi! What are you doing here? It’s late!” you hissed, grabbing his arm to shake some sense into him.
He only smiled brightly, laughing at your panicking tone. “Chill, it’s only like… 9 PM? Besides, it’s Friday! Let’s go out!”
You shook your head. Although he was very sweet and it wasn’t really bad to go out with him, you didn’t want Jungkook to see him here. The fact that you had just told him you were busy and now you had a friend over would make you look so bad.
“I can’t, Hobi- I-I have stuff to do,” you said, pulling his arm again, almost shaking it.
He rolled his eyes. “Since when did you become so boring? Unless…”
His eyes squinted as he leaned closer to your face. “Do you finally have a boyfriend coming over?”
“Hoseok!” your ears turned red. You were about to push him away when you suddenly saw a familiar black Cadillac pulling over.
Jungkook opened the driver’s seat door, his dark eyes immediately landing on your small hands holding Hoseok’s arm.
You gulped harshly and pushed Hoseok away. The way Jungkook looked at you made you feel small—his dark eyes slowly dragging over your exposed skin. In your panic earlier, you didn’t bother changing out of your sleepwear since you rushed out to scold your friend.
“Uhh, I think I should go.” Hoseok chuckled nervously, stepping aside when he saw Jungkook’s serious glare on him. The way Jungkook’s jaw tightened made it look like he could punch Hoseok at any moment.
With a bright, awkward smile, he quickly left, leaving the two of you alone.
Jungkook stepped closer, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “You were busy, huh?” Jealousy dripped from his tone.
“Koo—”
“Are you dating him?”
“What? No, he’s just a friend,” you panicked.
He raised a thick brow at you, stepping dangerously close and invading your personal space, leaning down to whisper near your ear.
“Then why was he leaning this close to you, hmm?” he mocked, his nose grazing your neck.
Hoseok had been close to your face earlier, but not like this.
Jungkook’s hands circled your waist, pulling you closer until you could smell his cologne mixed with a hint of cigarette—a sign that he only smoked when he was either bored or stressed.
“He wasn’t, Koo, I swear…” you pleaded, your hands clutching his shirt.
You gasped when he softly bit your neck, his hands gripping your hips.
“How about me? Would you let me be this close to you?” he murmured, his voice dripping with heat, rational thoughts flying out of the window.
You nodded almost immediately, eyes soft. “O-Of course, Koo.”
A quiet chuckle slipped from him, low and faint. “Yeah?” he asked, gaze lifting to meet yours for a brief moment before dropping again. “Why is that?”
“Cause you’re my K-Kookie,” you said shyly, the words coming out smaller than you intended, but honest in a way that left no room for pretending. It wasn’t just habit when you called him that—it was attachment, something that had grown with you over the years without you even realizing how deep it had become.
He groaned, squeezing your hips tighter. “Yeah? Then why are you avoiding your Kookie, hmm?” he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on your neck. “Been thinking if I did something wrong baby,” he grunted against you, inhaling your soft scent.
“I’m s-sorry… I just thought you’d get tired of me,” you said quietly, voice breaking as your eyes began to glass over. “I always cling to you Koo… relying on you like this.”
Jungkook stiffened, the fact that you would think about something like that pained him, when all he wanted was for you to cling onto him, to rely on him, to stay close to him.
His gaze lifted slowly, and the moment he saw your face properly—the way your lips trembled, the way you were trying so hard not to cry—it hit him harder than anything else.
“Who put that thought in your pretty little head, baby?” he asked softly, but there was a quiet firmness underneath it, like he didn’t even want the idea to exist. His thumb reached up instinctively, wiping away a tear that slipped down your cheek. “You know that’s not true.”
You sniffled, trying to breathe through it. “I-I know… I just got scared because…” your voice cracked again, and you hesitated, fingers curling slightly as you looked away for a second before forcing yourself to continue. “B-Because I really like you… and I don’t want that to happen.”
Fuck.
Suddenly, there were bricks in your hands you didn’t remember picking up… stacking themselves, one after another, forming something warm, terrifying and inevitable.
Your small hands reached for him then, hesitantly tugging at his shirt like you needed him closer just to feel steady again.
Jungkook exhaled slowly, something tightening in his chest at the sight of you trying so hard to hold onto him while thinking he might let go.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned, pulling you closer. “I like you too,” he said softly, so softly that you almost didn’t catch it.
Your glossy eyes widened, the legos he was trying to build were now finally coming together.
Like your hands had been there all along, quietly sorting through the scattered pieces he didn’t know how to organize, fitting them into gaps he didn’t even realize were empty.
And Jungkook just looked at you—really looked at you—like something in him had finally stopped pretending too.
Your mother had been pleasantly surprised when she saw him walk in, quickly turning into the kind of delighted smile she always had whenever Jungkook came around. After all, it wasn’t often that he visited you directly anymore—you were usually the one going to him.
The two of them ended up talking for a bit downstairs, catching up on things in that familiar, comfortable way that made it feel like he had never really stopped visiting your home.
And then, eventually, you brought him upstairs.
You were sitting awkwardly on the edge of your bed, bunny plushie on your lap while Jungkook stood near your shelves, quietly taking in the changes in your room. It looked different from the last time he had properly paid attention to it—more grown, more you, but still carrying little traces of the little girl he grew up with.
After earlier, your heart wouldn’t slow down, panic lingering beneath your skin at how intimate his presence felt in your room now.
He felt like he was finally your Ken now, but to you, he was the dinosaur to your barbie.
“You still have this,” he said softly, a small smile forming on his face when he picked up the small dinosaur he gave you when you were little.
It was cute, a pink little dinosaur he saw in the mall and gave it to you as a small gift for your eleventh birthday. It was sitting beside your bookshelf, along with some of your favorite books that were given by him.
You let out a small giggle, the tension in your chest loosening just slightly. “I actually still have some of your dinosaurs in my storage box,” you admitted softly. “I didn’t throw them away.”
That made him pause.
He stopped looking around the room and turned his full attention back to you. His dark eyes drifted over your figure, taking in the way your short sleepwear softly clung to your body.
The gentle curve of your breasts, the softness of your thighs and the bunny plushie resting in your lap—the one you insisted looked just like him.
Jungkook swallowed harshly, tilting his head to regulate his thoughts. “Then why is this the only one out here?” he asked, raising a brow slightly while pointing at your pink dinosaur.
You let out a small giggle, putting your bunny aside and swinging your legs a little where you sat. “That’s my favorite. You gave it to me on my birthday, and it’s pink!”
There was something warm in your voice when you said it, something soft and nostalgic that made it feel less like you were talking about a toy and more like you were talking about a memory you had kept safe all this time.
Jungkook’s gaze softened for a second.
His cheeks picked up the faintest dust of pink, almost unnoticeable if you weren’t looking closely. His tongue brushed briefly against his lip ring out of habit as his eyes stayed on you, growing heavier-lidded the longer he looked.
Jungkook took a step closer, the space between you shrank without either of you really acknowledging it, like it was becoming natural to be near each other again in a way that felt different from before.
His hand lifted gently, fingers brushing your cheek with a kind of care that didn’t match how intense his gaze had become. “My sweet girl,” he murmured, almost like he wasn’t fully aware he said it out loud.
You looked up at him, his thumb slowly tracing over your bottom lip, your lips parting on instinct.
“Sometimes I still play with them,” you said shyly. “but not like before, I just… talk to them sometimes.”
‘’You do?’’ His brow lifted slightly, but this time there was something darker flickering behind his gaze—interest, amusement, and unadulterated desire.
You nodded, giggling under his touch. “Yeah, I kinda find them cuter than barbies now.”
He shifted his weight, stepping even closer until his hand slid from your cheek down to your jaw, holding you there gently but firmly, like he wanted to make sure you stayed exactly where you were.
“Hmm, I miss playing with you.” he drawled lazily, his fingers twirling the ends of your hair.
You smiled, innocently nodding your head. “Me too!’’
He sat down on the bed, a tiny gasp escaping your lips when he easily lifted your body until you were straddling him. The way he moved you so effortlessly sent a shiver down your spine, both of your hands landing on his shoulders for balance.
“Yeah?” he whispered, leaning in to press a small peck against your lips.
Your eyes widened. It was so quick, so light, like a feather brushing against your lips. Heat rushed to your cheeks when you noticed how dilated his pupils were.
“Was that okay?” he rasped.
You blinked, and then, slowly, a small smile formed on your lips. Leaning in, you cutely pressed a soft kiss to his lips in return.
“Okay,” you giggled, your eyes sparkling.
Lego butterflies erupted on his stomach.
Jungkook took his sweet time with you. His kisses were slow, shallow, and soft, as though he was waiting for you to feel comfortable. When your lips parted slightly, he slowly slipped his tongue into your mouth, gently sucking on your lower lip and earning a soft whimper from you.
The moment he felt your body relax against him, he deepened the kiss, his brows furrowing as his hands tightened around your waist to keep you steady.
Your breath caught in your throat, the cool metal of his lip ring brushing deliciously against your bottom lip, slick with saliva every time his mouth moved against yours. Whenever soft sounds escaped you, he swallowed them instantly, kissing you deeper as if he couldn't get enough. The wet glide of his tongue against yours became the only sound filling the room.
“Koo…” you murmured softly, your fingers gripping his white long sleeves, a reminder that he had come straight from work.
When he finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva lingered between your lips for a brief moment before snapping. His lips were flushed and slightly swollen, mirroring your own, while his glasses sat faintly fogged from the warmth of your shared breath. And when your eyes met his, the dark intensity in his gaze made your heart stutter.
You giggled shyly and reached up to remove his glasses.
“It’s foggy,” you pouted, your cheeks warming as you held them in your hands.
Using the hem of your top, you carefully wiped the fog from his glasses. You were just about to place them back on his face when he suddenly leaned in and kissed you again.
The way he advanced so fast, like you were the cure to his hunger…it made you wet.
This time, the kiss was needier—hungrier. His tongue slipped past your lips as though he was chasing something, as though you were the only thing capable of satisfying it.
He kissed you with a newfound urgency, flicking his tongue against yours, no longer slow or shallow. Saliva gathered at the corner of your mouth as he deepened the kiss, turning it messy and overwhelming in a way that made your head spin.
You were still clutching his glasses loosely in your hand, but your grip tightened every time he pulled you closer, his tongue coaxing yours into the kiss again and again.
It still wasn't enough for him.
His hand slid to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair at the nape of your neck before tugging gently—just enough to tilt your head back and draw a soft gasp from your lips.
“Koo…” you breathed shakily, trying to catch your breath.
“Open your lips wider,” he murmured against your mouth, voice rough and low. “Wanna kiss you more.”
Your thoughts were already turning hazy, your body warm beneath his touch. When you hesitated, his fingers tightened slightly in your hair, the edge of his wristwatch pressing against your nape and pulling another gasp from you. Before you could gather your thoughts, he kissed you again, his tongue moving against yours before pulling back just enough to catch your lower lip between his teeth.
The way he alternated between sucking and biting made heat spread heavily through your body, your mind blurring more with every passing second. Your chest rose unevenly as you tried to steady yourself.
“Kookie-” you tried again, weaker this time.
He finally hummed in response, like he heard you but didn’t fully intend to stop. His lips moved from yours to your jaw, trailing slow kisses downward while his hand stayed tangled in your hair, guiding your head slightly to expose more of your neck to him.
“Wanna play with you,” he whispered against your skin.
“H-Huh?” you frowned, bewildered when you heard what he wanted to do.
“Wanna play with my baby,” he swallowed hard, tilting his head slightly as his fingers stayed tangled in your hair. “Do you want that?”
He gave a gentle tug, just enough to draw a small sound of surprise from you.
“C-Can we do that some other time?” you said shyly, leaning into him, your hands gripping his arms as you tried to pull him closer. “Wanna kiss you more, Koo.”
A low groan slipped from him at that, almost frustrated. He dipped his head and bit lightly at your neck before soothing it with his tongue, the contrast making your breath catch.
“But I wanna play with you, baby,” he cooed, voice softer now but laced with something teasing, almost mocking in the way he echoed your words from when you were younger.
You whined, your cheeks burning, your body already feeling too warm from him, from the way he kept holding you so close like there wasn’t any space left to escape even if you wanted to.
“But Kookie—”
“Please, baby?” he interrupted gently, lips pressing against your neck again, slower this time, more deliberate.
The sound of your breathing changed when he lingered there, and for a moment you just held onto him, torn between what you were saying and what your body was already answering for you.
When he finally pulls back from your neck to look at you properly, you’re already chewing your bottom lip, brows furrowed at his request, your eyes hazy and unfocused as you cling to him.
“Words, baby,” he said quietly.
You hesitated for only a second before finally nodding, your voice coming out small and defeated, like you didn’t really want to stop him but couldn’t fully say yes either.
“Okay.” you frowned.
He let out a soft laugh at your reaction.
“Is my baby girl sad, hmm?” he chuckled, one hand holding both of your cheeks so he could look at your face properly.
“Jungkook, please,” you whined.
“Jungkook, please,” he repeated, mocking you, amusement clearly etched across his darkened expression.
His eyes dropped slowly over your body—your clothed cunt pressed against his hard cock beneath his slacks, your breasts brushing firmly against his chest, your small hands tugging and gripping him for purchase.
“You’re so pretty,” he groaned.
His index finger traced lightly over your collarbones, watching how your skin would turn pink whenever he touches harder.
“So soft,” he cooed under his breath, his hand sliding downward along the curve of your chest, making you hiss softly.
You looked down at his hand. “K-Koo, what are you doing?” you said weakly.
His fingers drifted lower, resting near your belly button, dangerously close to your clothed pussy.
“Playing with you,” he said simply, head tilting as he looked at you with quiet amusement.
Heat spread through your body like wildfire, your back arching slightly as realization sank in. A liquid warmth pulsed between your thighs, your panties growing wetter with arousal.
“Koo, that’s so—” you couldn’t finish your sentence, a sharp gasp leaving you when his finger finally traced over you through your thin sleep shorts.
“I wanna play with you here,” he murmured, continuing to trace slow circles over your clothed pussy.
A soft moan slipped from you, almost breaking into a sob at the anticipation alone.
“Do you want that, baby?” he leaned in and lightly kissed your lips, eyes lifting to meet yours. His gaze was heavy, dark with need, but steady—waiting, still holding himself back just enough to give you the choice.
“Yes.” you gulped harshly, eyes getting heavy lidded.
“Yeah? you’ll let me play with your little pussy?’’ he whispered.
“Please…” you moaned, cheeks flushed red, eyes slipping shut as you lightly grinded against him, desperate for friction.
He chuckled softly, pecking your lips once more. “I’ll lay you down, okay? Gonna spread your legs so I can play with you properly.”
He guided you down onto the bed gently, positioning you beneath him and carefully parting your legs. You gasped slightly at the change in position, a wave of overwhelm hitting you. You were about to sit up again, but he quickly followed, covering your body with his and leaning down to kiss you softly.
“It’s okay, baby,” he whispered when he felt your panic, his voice low and steady. “We’ll take it slow.”
His left hand cupped your breast gently while the other held your face in place, steadying you as he continued kissing you.
You had never let anyone get this far before. You had shared a few lingering kisses, a few brief touches, but you had never crossed that line with anyone. The thought of letting Jungkook do it now sent a shiver down your spine, your body reacting before your thoughts could catch up.
His nose grazed your neck as he breathed you in, his presence grounding and overwhelming all at once.
“Can I remove this, baby?” he asked gently, fingers holding the straps of your top as his lips brushed against your sternum, waiting.
You nodded, “Yes, please.”
He smiled, slowly removing your top and exposing your baby pink lace bra. A low groan slipped from him at the sight, and he quickly leaned down, pressing his lips against the fabric, his tongue teasing through the cup as your nipples hardened beneath the sensation.
“Oh, Koo…” you moaned softly, fingers tugging at his hair.
His other hand was already on your breast, kneading it slowly as he worked you over. Soft whimpers slipped from your lips when you felt the fabric growing damp from his saliva, the outline of your nipple becoming more visible beneath it, clearly caught under his gaze.
With a deep groan, he pulled the straps of your bra down, exposing your soft breasts fully. His eyes darkened instantly at the sight.
“Pretty girl,” he mused.
‘’Kookie, this is so embarrassing.” you avoided eye contact, trying to cover your breasts.
“Shh, you’re so pretty,” he said softly as he slowly removed your arms from your chest, dark eyes roaming over your figure.
“Look at me,” he added, gentle—but with an edge underneath it.
When you finally did, your eyes almost rolled back when you saw him sucking his fingers, bringing them down to your right nipple. He pinched it, spreading his saliva before rolling it between the pads of his thumb and index finger.
“Oh my gosh!”
“You like that?” he murmured, leaning down to your other breast. He spat on the bud before taking it into his mouth, sucking it softly.
You were a whining mess, your fingers tightening in his hair from the intensity. It was wet and messy, a soft pop following when he released your nipple briefly, only to switch to the other one—his lip ring brushing against your nipple, adding even more stimulation.
“Mmph, that’s so good-’’
Your eyes widened when you suddenly felt his palm press over your mouth, silencing your moans.
“Shh, baby,” he murmured, letting out a quiet chuckle. “Need you to be quiet for me.”
“S-Sorry,” you said shyly, biting your lip as you realized how loud you must have been.
He smiled softly, pressing a trail of kisses from your stomach down to your belly button. “Good girl.”
You quickly covered your mouth when his nose nudged against your clothed cunt, inhaling your pussy as he lingered there a little too long.
“Mmph!” you shifted your legs, but he held your hips firmly in place.
“Baby, keep your legs open,” he groaned, his nose following your clothed cunt.
After inhaling your pussy like he was addicted to it, he slowly pulled your shorts down. Your legs instinctively tried to close, but his hands stopped you, guiding them open instead. The movement exposed the wet patch in your pink underwear, your arousal already seeping through and clinging to the fabric, your inner thighs slightly damp.
“So messy baby, is this all for me?’’ gathering saliva in his mouth, his cheeks hollowed slightly before he leaned down and spat onto your clothed pussy, watching closely as it mixed with your wetness. The fabric darkened further, your cute slit more clearly outlined beneath it.
You whimpered at the feeling, warmth spreading through you as his spit soaked through your panties. But the moment he leaned in again, your legs instinctively closed around his head, trapping him between your thighs.
“Sorry, I didn’t m-mean that,” you said quickly, loosening your grip and slowly reopening your legs.
He looked up at you, expression softening immediately, a small gentle smile returning to his face. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “Just relax for me, yeah?”
Opening your legs wider, he leaned down and ran a slow stripe through your panties, moving from your entrance up to your clit, making the fabric even wetter beneath his tongue. His fingers dug into both of your thighs when you instinctively tried to move again, the sensation overwhelming enough to keep you still for a moment.
He was messily working you through the fabric, groaning softly as he pressed his tongue against you, his mouth trying to suck your clit to make it peek through your panties. The sensation of the wet fabric against your swollen clit was uncomfortable in the best way—overwhelming, and painfully pleasurable.
You quickly bit down on your hand to muffle your moans, but the sounds still slipped out regardless.
When your moans started getting louder, he exhaled sharply and pulled your underwear down, gathering the soaked fabric in his hand without hesitation.
“Open your mouth,” he rasped.
You hesitated for a second before slowly parting your lips, eyes widening when he slid your soaked underwear inside. The taste of your arousal mixed with his saliva hit your tongue immediately.
“There you go, baby,” he murmured, voice softer again. “All nice and quiet.”
He leaned in after that, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek like it was a reward. Then, reaching for the glasses on the bed—the ones you hadn't even realized you'd dropped—he slipped them back on before leaning down again.
“Need to see this pretty pussy clear, baby.” he said softly, adjusting them on the bridge of his nose as he looked down at you.
A low groan left him as he slid his hands under your thighs, pulling you closer. His head tilted slightly as he stared at your bare cunt for a moment longer, like he was memorizing the sight in front of him.
“You’re so pretty,” he bit his lower lip.
He used his fingers to part you further, exposing your swollen clit before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to it.
“Gonna play with you now,” he lowered his mouth to you, tongue slipping into your wet folds, collecting your arousal, tasting you slowly as he began to eat you out properly.
Your moans were muffled by the soaked fabric still stuffed inside your mouth. His grip on your thighs tightened, firm enough for you to feel the cold press of his silver watch against your skin, holding you in place as you squirmed restlessly beneath him.
Every so often, he’d pull back just enough to gather saliva on his tongue, before leaning back in to spit just above your hood, pulling your pussy lips apart so it can trail down over your clit. He’d spread it with his tongue, deliberately working it in, just to make you even messier.
The way he ate your pussy was almost the same way he kissed you—messy, pouty and needy. His mouth stayed slightly parted, expression focused, brows faintly furrowed like he was too absorbed in your cunt to care about anything else.
His hips thrusted unconsciously against the bed, his own restraint slipping the more you reacted. Every soft sound you made went straight through his cock, making it harder for him to hold back. His precum was leaking at the tip, almost fucking the mattress everytime your pussy squelches.
“Mmph.’’ you moaned, eyes getting teary because he wasn’t stopping.
The feeling of your clit on his tongue was addictive—how it twitched, how it reacted to every movement. He kept circling it, sucking, teasing, as if he couldn’t get enough… you were dripping so much that before it could even reach the bed, his tongue was already there to catch it, eager to taste every drop of you. The wet, dirty slurping sounds filled the room, loud and unrestrained. Every time you tried to wriggle your legs, he only pinned you down more, spreading you wider so he could eat your pussy properly, taking his time while adjusting his glasses whenever he paused to look at you.
Whenever he stopped, he’d either spit or simply stare at your cunt, his thumb pushing your folds apart just to get a better view of your swollen clit, already flushed and sensitive from his tongue.
“My pretty little pussy,” he murmured.
The moment he saw your hole spilling with arousal, he leaned in quickly, tongue already out, licking into you and sucking everything back in like he couldn’t resist it.
Your eyes rolled back, your teeth biting down on the soaked fabric, overwhelmed by the pleasure building too fast. Your vision blurred slightly, tears rolling down your cheeks from the intensity.
He was edging you on purpose.
Not letting you finish.
Every time you got close, he slowed down or stopped completely, pulling back just enough to watch you fall apart, waiting for you to settle before starting again. It was deliberate, controlled—like he was enjoying every second of keeping you right at the edge.
“Do you like playing with me?” he asked, voice muffled slightly as he stayed between your thighs, still looking up at you through his glasses.
You nodded quickly, too eager, your body still trembling from the way he was eating you out.
He finally pulled back and lifted his head, his chin and nose wet with your arousal. Calmly, he reached up to remove the panties from your mouth, his thumb brushing lightly against your lower lip as he urged you to speak.
“I-I like playing with you, Koo,” you croaked, cheeks flushed and slightly puffy, eyes glossy, lips red and parted in a dazed pout.
“Course you do,” he said proudly, a faint smile forming as he looked at you. “You’re my girl.”
He softly kissed your cheek, his right hand cupping your swollen pussy while his free hand worked on unbuttoning his white long-sleeve shirt. The belt at his waist pressing lightly against your inner thighs.
When he pulled his top off, your eyes immediately traced his lean frame. His shoulders looked broader up close, easily enclosing your space, his toned tatted arms fully exposed. The way his biceps flexed as he toyed with your pussy drew a soft moan from your lips, the sound escaping before you could stop it.
His left hand rose slowly, wrapping around your throat. The amount of times that watch had pressed against you tonight felt almost sinful.
“Told you to be quiet, didn’t I?” he raised a brow, tightening his grip just enough to make your breath hitch and your eyes roll back slightly.
Your cheeks burned instantly, embarrassed by how easily he pulled those reactions out of you.
You knew you had to stay quiet. Your parents trusted Jungkook completely—after all, he was your childhood best friend. He used to sleep over in your room without a second thought, and the idea that they might hear what he was doing to you now sent a sharp wave of anxiety through your chest.
But it only made you more restless. He was still holding back your release, keeping you right where he wanted you.
He buried his face into your neck, his voice dropping lower as he whispered just beside your ear, “Suck it.”
Before you could react, he slipped his fingers into your mouth. A sob nearly escaped you, your sounds quickly muffled by his long, slender fingers. “Shh, keep yourself busy,” he mocked.
You nearly gagged as he pushed them deeper into your mouth, drool gathering at the corners of your lips and trailing down his hand, dripping onto the face of his watch.
Meanwhile, he used his other hand to slide his middle finger into your tight hole, making your back arch from the sudden fullness. He was so deep already—his knuckle brushing against that soft, sensitive spot inside you, pressing just right.
“You’re so tight, baby. Is this pussy made for me?” he asked in a condescending tone, slowly pulling his fingers out of your mouth so you could answer him.
“Yes, Kookie,” you gasped, struggling to steady your breathing.
“Yes, Kookie.” he mocked, squishing your cheeks with one hand as he repeated your words teasingly.
He pulled his middle finger out of your tight pussy, bringing it up in front of your face. “Spit.”
Still holding your cheeks, he waited, and you obeyed without hesitation, spitting onto his fingers. A gasp escaped you when he spread the moisture between his middle and ring fingers before sliding them back into your cunt, the added slickness making the movement even easier.
“Koo, oh my gosh…” you whimpered, his two tattooed fingers stretching you open.
He quickly found your sweet spot again, the pad of his fingers pressing into it and curling in a slow “come here” motion that made you leak even more around him.
Still holding your cheeks, he leaned in and kissed you—hot, messy, and unrelenting—his tongue slipping into your mouth as he fed you spit, stealing your breath and your sounds all at once. It was as if he didn’t want you to breathe at all, the way his tongue moved inside your mouth mirroring the way his fingers worked inside you.
His hard cock pressed firmly against your inner thighs, grinding against you in slow, circular motions as he kept you pinned beneath him.
When his thumb circled your clit, your body reacted immediately—your pussy releasing so much liquid that you gasped and trembled, watching in disbelief as you wet his hands and his slacks more and more. You tried to push him away, tried to protest, but his mouth only swallowed your moans while his fingers kept massaging that sensitive spongey spot inside you, coaxing you to squirt more for him.
Your legs shook violently, the moment his thumb shifted into a more deliberate rhythm, your walls clenched tightly around his fingers. Your clit pulsed rapidly beneath his thumb, your orgasm crashing through you in overwhelming waves that made your body feel completely unsteady. Your legs threatened to close from the overstimulation, but he kept them spread, refusing to let you escape. His fingers continued working inside you, pushing your cum, just so he could hear how wet you were.
Jungkook groaned against your mouth, you were so warm, wet and so tight—almost painfully sensitive. His fingers became slick with your release, coated in it as your body continued to tremble. When he finally pulled his fingers out, your pussy twitched immediately, still clenching around nothing, leaking more of your cum as your body struggled to settle.
You whimpered when he gathered the cum that dropped, only to push it back inside you. Your weak hands pressed lightly against his shoulders in protest.
“I c-can’t anymore… please,” you muffled, overwhelmed by how sensitive everything felt. Your pussy was swollen, pulsing, too overstimulated to take more.
He finally released your mouth. Your lips felt numb and swollen from his kisses as he looked at you, tilting his head slightly.
“You okay? You’re shaking, baby,” he said softly, concern in his tone—but there was something in his eyes, something almost teasing, like he was quietly pleased at how completely undone you looked.
He lifted his fingers and licked them clean slowly, eyes half-lidded as he tasted you. His cock was leaking so bad, clearly desperate to feel how tight you are.
He rose from the edge of the bed, unbuckling his belt while keeping his eyes fixed on you. His hair was still a mess from your earlier tugging, his pupils dark and blown wide with desire, and the muscles in his arms flexed as he pushed his pants down his legs.
When he finally removed his boxers, your eyes widened as his cock hit his abdomen. It was thick, heavy, and impossibly hard, veins running along the shaft, curving slightly upward, the flushed tip glistening with precum.
He shamelessly rolled the foreskin back, stroking himself slowly… squeezing the base just enough to draw out more precum. A low groan left his throat as he kept his eyes on you, like the sight of your naked body alone was enough to push him over the edge.
The number of times he had fantasized about this—it was almost wrong.
When he placed a knee on the bed, your eyes widened again, that soft innocence still lingering in your gaze. Your legs instinctively closed slightly, your fingers clutching the sheets as if you didn’t know where to put yourself. Your entire body language gave you away—you were still inexperienced, still unsure, your reactions honest and unfiltered.
Everything about you made that clearer. The way you kissed him, the way you tried to touch him, the way you trembled when his tongue met yours—it all showed how new this still was for you. How your body was still learning what it wanted.
And it made him shake.
The way your small hands trembled. The way you whined like you were trying to fight your own reactions. The way you struggled to understand your own desire—it sent a possessive rush straight through him. The realization that he was the only one who had ever seen you like this… the only one allowed to touch you like this.
His expression softened as he slowly crawled closer to you. Instinctively, you shifted back, your spine pressing against the headboard as his presence suddenly felt overwhelming.
“You okay, baby?” he asked gently, his hands moving to your folded knees, easing them open with careful pressure instead of forcing them. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.
“You still want to continue?”
He was hard—thick and aching…but he still focused on you, wanting you to be comfortable, willing to do anything for his pretty girl.
You stared back at him. He was still wearing his glasses, his eyes heavy with lust, though he was clearly trying to soften his expression for you. You gulped harshly when his cock twitched on its own, even though he had stopped touching himself.
When you didn’t answer right away, he smiled gently, stroking your cheek with his thumb while his other hand moved to fix your hair.
“It’s okay, baby. Do you want to rest?” his voice was low and raspy.
You wanted him so badly. In your quietest, most private daydreams, you sometimes wished you weren’t just best friends—that he was already yours in the way you secretly wanted. You were too in denial, too afraid to fully admit it, scared of what it meant and scared of losing him if you crossed that line. So you convinced yourself it was just confusion, just feelings being swayed by him.
But deep down, you knew. It had always been there—your childhood dream of being his princess, him your prince. The pink barbie to his blue dinosaur.
“No… I-I want to continue,” you said, immediately closing your eyes after, embarrassed by how unsure your own words sounded.
Jungkook stayed patient, despite the obvious tension in his body. Even with his cock still hard and throbbing, he waited for you, encouraging you to speak properly.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked softly, his weak eyes locked on yours.
You pouted slightly, reaching for his hand as he brushed your cheek.
“I want you, Koo… ever since we were little,” you admitted quietly, cheeks burning red.
His lips parted in surprise, clearly caught off guard by your confession.
He stared at you for a long moment, as though he were carefully processing your words. Then, gently, he tilted your chin upward, silently urging you to keep your eyes on him. You watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard.
“Is that true? My baby wants me?” he rasped, his heart pounding against his chest. The tips of his ears flushed a deep red as he searched your face for an answer.
You smiled shyly. “Want you, so bad.” you slowly reached for his hands, tugging them softly.
He let out a rough groan, immediately kissing you again, swallowing your gasps as he hovered over your body. He opened your legs wider, positioning himself between them as he slowly grinded his cock against your wet pussy.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he whispered against your skin, his kisses turning possessive as they trailed down your neck. You could feel him sucking and marking your skin, leaving bruises in his wake.
The head of his cock dragged slowly up and down your puffy slit, the sensation making your body shiver as arousal built again almost instantly.
“Been trying so hard to be good for my baby,” he murmured like it was something unbearable to hold in. His hand kneaded your breast firmly while his mouth latched onto the other, his brows furrowed in focus as his tongue rolled over your swollen nipple.
Your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as the crown of his cock pressed harder against your wet folds. His hips moved in steady harsh circles, his pubic hair brushing against you with deliberate rhythm. Precum mixed with your arousal, coating your folds and leaving everything slick and messy.
“Every time you went on your little dates, I wanted to tie you down so bad,” he groaned, his tatted fingers sliding down to spread your legs wider.
He lifted his hips and stroked himself once before spitting into his palm and spreading the slickness along his length. Then he guided himself to your entrance, positioning himself carefully as he lined up against you.
“Fuck, baby.” he looked down, letting out a rough groan at the sight of how small and tight you were against him. The tip of him was thick and flushed red, spitting down again, even though he was already slick with precum, trying to make it easier for both of you.
“I just wanted to be so good for my baby… guide you, give you everything you want,” he hissed, watching himself slowly push into you, his blunt head sinking in inch by inch. Even then, his other hand instinctively moved up to fix his glasses…watching himself enter your tight hole.
You gasped at the stretch, your walls clenching tightly around him as he entered you. The pleasure quickly turned painful—too intense, too unfamiliar—your hands scrambling for the sheets as your body reacted to the intrusion.
“Koo… it hurts,” you sobbed softly.
He didn’t stop. Instead, he widened your legs further, eyes still locked on where you were connected. His lip caught between his teeth as he slowly pushed deeper, watching your body take him in like it fascinated him. There was something almost consuming in the way he looked at your pussy—like he couldn’t look away from the way you were swallowing him.
He spat again, coating what was still outside of him before pushing in further. His thumb moved to open you gently, rubbing slow circles to ease you through it.
“Shh, baby.” he murmured softly.
You gasped loudly when he bottomed out—completely balls deep inside you. His mushroom tip kissing your cervix... your pussy was so stretched, as he filled you fully.
He cursed under his breath, the veins along his neck stood out as a deep flush spread across his cheeks and down his chest. His lips parted slightly, like he was finally relieved to be inside you.
“Baby…” he said weakly, barely able to move. You were too tight, and he could feel it affecting you too.
“You’re so tight, you feel so good,” he whispered weakly, arms braced on either side of you as he held himself still.
You could feel him throbbing inside you, struggling not to move. The way he looked at you—like he was caught between pain and pleasure—made your body tighten around him even more, causing him to twitch in response.
He kissed you again, harder this time, like he was trying to pull your focus away from the discomfort. His fingers moved down to rub your clit, and you whimpered, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as your body felt so sensitive, so fragile under his touch.
His kisses were messy and hungry, as though he were trying to pour all his frustrations from his hard cock into your mouth. When you shifted your hips slightly, he groaned sharply, biting down on your lower lip in response.
“Baby, stay still.” he breathed, holding your hips firmly in place.
“You can move, Koo… I want you to feel good,” you said weakly, trying to roll your hips against him despite the lingering ache. The pain was still there, but with the way he was kissing you and touching you, pleasure was slowly starting to return.
He shook his head, tightening his grip on your hips as he kissed you again, trying to distract you—but you didn’t stop. You rolled your hips anyway, chasing the friction you needed, his cock brushing against you in a way that pulled a soft moan from your lips.
“Baby,” he warned.
You moved again, slower this time, looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
The moment you let out another soft moan, something in him snapped. He let out a low growl and pinned your hips firmly against the bed, holding you still before suddenly pushing his throbbing cock harder inside you. Thrusting deeper and deeper until your body bounced against the mattress, his grip on your waist tightening enough to leave marks, his palms digging into your skin as your body trembled beneath him.
“Go on, you wanted to be fucked like this. right?” he taunted, his voice strained as he angled himself deeper, his tip hitting that sensitive spot inside you that made your eyes roll back.
He tried to circle your hips against him, watching as you arched your back in pleasure and pain.
“Move your hips, baby… fuck me back,” he grunted.
You attempted to follow, but his pace was too fast and overwhelming, your body already slipping into overstimulation. Your moans grew louder as your pussy clenched around him, chasing another peak without even realizing it.
“It feels so good.” you moaned, fingers tangling messily in his hair.
Jungkook groaned, biting lightly at your collarbones in pleasure. “Yeah? Do you like playing with me?” he asked, rolling his hips against you, making your body jolt as your previous cum spilled out with every push.
You shivered at the way he said it—goosebumps spreading across your skin. The phrase no longer sounded innocent like it used to.
“I’ve been wanting to play with you like this,” he rasped, pulling out slightly before adjusting your position with ease, as if your body weighed nothing in his hands.
“Wanted to make you cum like a good girl and give you my well-done kisses,” he murmured in a praising tone, carefully turning you until you were lying on your stomach.
You moaned loudly when he entered you from behind. You tried to arch your back, but his body stayed close—hovering over you, keeping you pinned firmly to the bed. His tattooed arm circled your neck, not choking, but holding you in place so your face wouldn’t press into the pillow. His lips brushed your cheek as his hot breath fanned across your skin, sending a tingling sensation through you.
Then suddenly, your eyes widened—you heard footsteps outside the corridor leading to your room.
You instinctively tried to move, panic flashing through you, but Jungkook pinned your body down, your protests muffled beneath his warm palm.
“Y/N, my dear. Are you awake?’’ your mom’s voice echoed behind the door.
You wiggled, trying to get out of his hold, wide eyes and panicking when you heard your mom twisting the locked doorknob.
“K-Koo—mmph,” you muffled against his hand, trying to move, but he only pinned you down more firmly.
“What’s wrong, baby? Wanna stop?” he whispered lowly behind your ear, his cock twitching every time you shifted beneath him.
Jungkook slid his fingers into your mouth. “Is my baby a whore? hmm?” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin as he continued moving slowly, deliberately, every drag of him inside you controlled and unhurried.
You tried so hard to stay quiet, desperately sucking on his fingers to keep your moans contained. His other arm stayed wrapped around your neck, holding you just tight enough to make your head spin, your eyes already glassy and red-rimmed.
“Jungkook, dear?” your mom called from outside. Usually, she would scold both of you for staying up too late.
Jungkook didn’t stop. Instead, his lips grazed the shell of your ear, his thick veiny cock grinding and circling.
“So tight,” he whispered, dangerously low, his pace slow enough that every movement made your walls feel him even deeper. His crown brushed that spongey spot inside you again and again, drawing out your arousal until you could feel it leaking onto the sheets beneath you.
You whimpered, but he only pushed his fingers further into your mouth, keeping you quiet while he continued moving at that slow, torturous rhythm. ‘’Quiet baby, can’t let her know I’m fucking her sweet little daughter, hmm?’’
Your eyes rolled back, your walls clenching around him as he groaned softly, his lips parting in pleasure. Every time he pushed in, your body seemed to pull him back in even harder—your warmth swallowing him completely.
You were shaking, saliva pooling messily on his fingers as you moved your legs weakly, trying to stop his movements because it was getting too much.
When you heard your mom sigh and finally walk away from the door, Jungkook slowly removed his fingers from your mouth, immediately tilting your head up so he could kiss you.
“You’re so dirty,” he murmured against your lips, voice low and degrading. “Getting fucked in your childhood bedroom like a good little whore.”
You came so hard from his words, his dirty whispers sending you completely over the edge. Whimpering when he held you down to chase his own pleasure, your body hypersensitive and trembling uncontrollably.
Jungkook groaned, your orgasm making him twitch as he came hard inside you. He angled his hips deeper, pushing in as far as he could, his cock oversensitive but he didn’t stop thrusting, the sensation making him whimper as he bit his lip hard, pushing his softening cock deeper, his balls tightening as he spilled his hot load inside you.
“Koo…” you said weakly, wincing when you felt his cum being pushed deeper and deeper.
You were about to close your eyes when you felt him harden again, his cock throbbing inside your spent pussy. He suddenly pulled out and lifted your body up, your eyes widening when you saw him— red and hard again, his shaft coated with thick white juices from both of your arousal.
He pulled your hair gently, standing at the edge of the bed, urging you to come closer.
“Play with my cock,” he rasped, letting go of your hair to hold the base of himself, offering it to you.
You swallowed harshly, weakly wrapping your hand around him. His cock felt heavy in your palm, every vein noticeable against your skin.
“Like this?” you asked innocently, looking up at him while moving your hand up and down, rolling your palm over him in slow strokes.
Jungkook bit his lip, his hand coming up to caress your cheek. “Yes, baby. Give it a nice squeeze for me.” he praised softly.
You smiled, eager to please him, picking up your pace and squeezing his cock while keeping your eyes on his.
His lips parted slightly, jaw tightening at the sight of you. His cock throbbed in your hand, chasing another release, your hand soft and perfect around his girth.
“Suck the tip for me, baby,” he breathed.
You immediately obeyed, opening your mouth and taking just the tip in, sucking on it like it’s your favorite dessert. The moment he moaned, you tried to take more of him, your tongue sliding along the underside of his crown as saliva gathered at your lips.
He cursed under his breath, quickly gripping your hair and pulling you back slightly. “It’s okay, baby… just the tip,” he whispered, softer now when he noticed your teary eyes and flushed cheeks.
You shook your head lightly. “No, I wanna make you cum, Koo. Use my mouth, please,” you said in a small, sweet voice, pouting up at him.
He groaned lowly, the sound strained—like he was barely holding himself together. He swore he almost lost it from your pleading alone.
“Stick your tongue out,” he ordered.
You obeyed immediately, sticking out your tongue all the way out for him.
He crouched down slightly and spat onto your tongue, holding the base of his cock as he tapped his tip against it, spreading the saliva before guiding you back in.
‘’Put your hands behind my thighs, baby.” he groaned.
Your small hands gripped the back of his thighs for support while both of his hands steadied your head.
You gagged when he pushed in deeper, his grip tightening in your hair every time he pulled back. His tip brushed the roof of your mouth, drawing out a rough moan from him. Your mouth was spilling with precum and saliva, gargling sounds escaping as he controlled the pace.
His cock was so big and salty, his plump crown hitting the back of your throat. You twirled your tongue around his length, occasionally sucking the tip and spitting to make him wetter, tracing the veins with your tongue while your other hand moved to massage his balls.
“Fuck, baby. You're doing so good,” he groaned.
“U-Use me, please.” you cried, letting go of his cock to press it against your cheeks, breathing heavily before spitting on it and catching it with your tongue, licking your dripping saliva from the base of his cock all the way up to his tip, repeating the motion again and again while maintaining eye contact.
Jungkook groaned. You were acting like a perfect little slut for him. “Baby, you’re such a dirty little whore,” he said, pulling your hair until your lips parted from the pain. “Do you like sucking my cock?”
You nodded eagerly, trying to suck his tip again, fluttering your eyelashes as if to impress him.
“Like it so much,” you giggled, pressing a soft kiss to the tip before guiding his hand so he could use you.
Jungkook cursed, his patience running thin at how desperate you were, his eyes rolling back as he saw your inner thighs already dripping with a fresh gush of arousal.
Tears slipped down your cheeks when he pulled your hair to guide your mouth, his cock pushing further until your nose brushed against the soft patch of his pubic hair. He kept you still, his grip firm, as you felt him use your mouth like a fleshlight, whimpering harshly when he looked down and saw how beautiful and needy you were for him. With a final swirl of your tongue, he finally spilled inside your mouth, his cock pulsating against your tongue as you made sure to swallow everything eagerly, like a good girl.
When he released you, you almost collapsed onto the bed—dizzy and breathless, your jaw aching from the strain, your cheeks still wet with tears.
He pulled you back up immediately, squishing your cheeks so your lips parted slightly. Leaning in, he kissed you hungrily, slipping his tongue into your swollen mouth. He groaned as he tasted his own salty cum, swallowing it messily before deepening the kiss, licking into you until nothing was left.
“You okay, pretty?” he asked softly, fixing a strand of hair that had stuck to your cheek and tucking it behind your ear.
You nodded weakly, smiling at him despite everything, a little happy that you made him feel good. “Yes, Koo.”
As the sweet girl you always were, a part of you still lingered in uncertainty—quietly wondering if you really made him feel as good as he made you feel.
You had no experience, nothing to compare it to. Although you tried to please him as best you could, you were still unsure, a little insecure, your thoughts circling back on themselves in soft, persistent doubt.
Jungkook’s brows furrowed. He sat down on the bed and pulled you gently into his lap, concern flickering across his face as he noticed you avoiding his gaze.
“Baby?” he called softly.
He kissed your cheek, and although he was getting hard again, he pushed his own desire aside the moment he saw your sad little pout.
“Baby, was I too rough?” he asked softly.
Your cheeks burned as you fiddled with your fingers. “No, Koo… just—” you squeezed your eyes shut, embarrassed by your own thoughts.
“d-did I make you feel good too?” you asked, biting your lip as your gaze lifted to him—soft, searching, and a little shy—unable to hide how much you wanted to please him, how deeply you didn’t want to disappoint him.
He groaned lowly, his hold on you tightening as he gently rocked your body. “Of course, baby. You made me cum so hard,” he said, kissing your cheek again.
You pouted, a little relieved at that, your adorable eyes sparkling again.
“My poor clueless, baby.” he murmured, his kisses trailing down your neck as he inhaled your scent. “Your shy little kisses make me tremble, why are you even worried?” he whispered.
Slowly, he shifted you in front of him, lifting your legs and spreading them on either side of his thighs.
You gasped when you saw your reflection in the mirror across the room—your cheeks flushed, your skin marked in places from his kisses and grip, your legs spread open while he continued trailing soft kisses along the back of your neck.
“Look at yourself,” he murmured, holding your cheek so you faced the mirror properly, his dark eyes roaming over your reflection.
You tried to look away, shy and overwhelmed at how exposed you were, but he tightened his grip on your cheeks gently, his other tattooed hand sliding down to part your folds.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly, his gaze fixed on you, while you could feel his hard cock pressed against your lower back.
You shivered when he licked up your neck messily, his other hand toying with your nipple while he kept your pussy open, your juices slowly leaking from your tight hole.
“Make me cum again,” he whispered, pulling your hood up to expose your swollen clit, his middle finger circling it slowly. “Rub your clit for me.”
Your eyes widened, your small hand shakily reaching down, his dark eyes following your every movement—like a predator watching its prey.
Your breath hitched as you slowly began to rub yourself, his fingers still holding you open while his gaze stayed fixed on your pussy.
“That’s it… rub harder, baby.” he encouraged, pulling at your nipples while grinding his hard cock behind you. You could feel his precum smearing along your lower back as he moved.
You obeyed, rubbing harder, your legs trembling as another wave of pleasure began to build. The way his tattooed fingers kept you open felt so sinful—you could see how pink and swollen you were from how hard he had fucked you earlier.
“Can you feel my cock, baby?” he murmured, his tip brushing against your lower back as his hips pressed into you more insistently. His tongue traced the shell of your ear. “You make me feel so good, I could cum just watching you play with your little clit like that.”
You came hard, your body shaking and gasping as pleasure pulsed through you in overwhelming waves, your clit throbbing rapidly beneath your fingers while his hand kept you open, making sure he could see every twitch and tremble.
Jungkook groaned behind you, eyes widening as he felt himself cum on your lower back, releasing so much that he had to pull you closer, almost trapping you against him. He whispered curses against your ear, grinding through his release until it became too much, overstimulation hitting him hard.
“Fuck, I love you so much, baby.” he breathed, pulling you into a tighter hug.
You smiled weakly, still catching your breath. “I love you too, Koo.”
You turned to face him, reaching for his glasses. He looked at you dreamily, pouting the moment you slipped them off his face.
“Baby, no… I wanna see you,” he said weakly, reaching for you again.
But you only giggled, standing up with wobbly legs, tossing his glasses onto your small pink couch.
“Where’s my nerd?” you teased, circling your arms around him playfully.
He smiled, lips still slightly swollen and red, looking up at you with soft, dazed eyes—completely undone, but warm, and impossibly fond as he stayed right where you pulled him. His hands settled at your waist like it was the only place they were meant to be.
“Still here,” his voice low and lazy, like he had no intention of going anywhere at all as long as you were holding him like that.
Blueberry cheesecake. The kind of sweetness that hits first with a soft comfort, then lingers with a quiet edge of something deeper—something that stays on the tongue long after the last bite…and somehow, like the final piece snapping into place…
the lego hearts he’d been trying to build for years were now finally complete in your hands.
@kurapikaenia - ‘steel and silk’ its SO SO SOOO FUCKING GOOD, NO WORDS NEEEEDED!! JUST CHECK IT OUT I SWEAR!!! (i hope she writes more creative one shots like this cause its so fun, medieval and juicy)
@gukcnt - this girl writes the best plot with the most nastiest smut!! (istg a new kink would be unlocked for every fic she posted) 😩 i personally love ‘bound by vows’ <33 the plot is so so GOOOOD!! it has the best and nastiest build up of all timeee!! the details are just 👩🍳’s kiss (she also writes cute fluff one shots which i rlly rlly loveee) - a lil break after getting wet from her other fics lmaoooo
@wintrbears - if u havent seen the ‘cradle robbers’ then u are missing out bigggg timeee!!! i rlly love how cute and wholesome this series is!! so fluffy and full of LOVEEE (also got emotional with this cause its so good😭) currently reading ‘the wife trap’ and all i can say is that this girl writes the BESTT seriess! the way she writes would make u cum when u reach the smut part LMAODAJKS her series are always so full of good chemistry and emotionsss!! so so well written!!
@hoseoksluna - hands down, the best author when it comes to writing daddy dom jjk fics! i rllyyy love her writinggg styleee <33 its so poetic and beautiful🥹 her wine series was to dieeee for!! it makes me crave for daddy jk so muchhhh!!
@jeonette - this girl is very creative and versatile!!! she writes the bestt one shots and smau! ISTGGG i dont rlly read fics that are written in text msgs but the way she delivers the texts are soooo freaking gooddd!! 😩i literally enjoy reading it to the point that i feel like im rlly part of that story (thats how good it is) and her one shots??? the bESTTTT! makes me all giggly and hornyyy
@littlemisskookie - this girly also unlocked a looot of kinks that i didnt know i had, THE BEST PLOT AND SMUT WRITER OF ALL TIMEEE!!!! i swear i have read and re-read all of her storiess😩😩 cant rlly reco a specific one cause i swear all of her fics are goodddd (u dont even need to read the summary of her fics cause everything would be 😩😩) but if i have a fave it would be ‘see u like that and catch me if u can’
@ahgasegotarmy116 - if u want to binge and read jjk fics then her blog wont fail youuu!! im so in lovee with her one shots!! all of her ideass are something that u would def crave for!! a mix of fluff and goodddd smut!! perfect read if u want to feel loved and fucked at the same time😫🥰
@aris-ink, @aft4rhours & @inxxs - if u want somethinggg darkkkk and smutttyy, her blog wont def fail uuu😩she writes the most darkest and nastiest one shotsss (pls be open minded cause her theme is rlly heavy and dark including dubcon/noncon, mentions of rape, obsessive etc)
@trivia-yandere - THE BEST IN DARK AND YANDERE THEMES!!! you would defff enjoy scrolling at her blog becauee she has tonnnsss of fics that u can devourrr!!! (ur darkest fantasies are literally fulfilled here), i personally prefer jungkook as a daddy dom but reading ‘m.i.l.f’ made me change my mind😩 it was written so good that i suddenly want subby koo dkskkJSJAJ i swear if u read her fics u would have a whole new personality and dark kink unlocked after!!
summary: “wanna play with you,” the first time he said it, you were only a little girl... sitting on the floor with your barbies and dinosaurs, eyes lighting up because jungkook finally chose you over his legos- you didn’t know you would hear those same words again… years later, under the dim lights of your childhood bedroom, his fingers tracing against your clothed pussy.
warnings: nerd!dom jungkook x cute!shy reader, explicit sexual content, clit rubbing, sloppy pussy eating, spitting, jk wore his nerd glasses during sex, edging, dom/sub dynamic, heavy sexual tension, playful degradation, jk fucks her in her childhood bedroom, mock sympathy, spitting in mouth, filthy sexual desires, condescending dirty talk, sloppy blow job, usage of whore & slut, praising, cum eating, detailed m. masturbation, mouth covering, choking, panty stuffing on mouth, fingers on mouth, mirror sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, fingering, penetrative sex, creampie.
⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂˚₊┈┈୨୧┈┈‧₊˚⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂
Blueberry cheesecake, the sweet and sour flavor that melts on your tongue… your favorite cake, the one Jungkook gets for you every birthday without fail, because he memorized your order long before he memorized his own.
Pastel pink, the soft girly color that clings to every part of you. Your clothes, your bedsheets, your hair clips, every little thing you own carries a touch of pink somewhere. Whenever Jungkook spots the shade in public, his thoughts find their way back to you.
Romantic novels, anything that leaves your heart racing and your feet kicking against your mattress. Jungkook always finds himself wandering into bookstores because of you, scanning shelves for stories he thinks you would like, only to end up buying more books than he originally planned.
Makeup, oh you love makeup. Pink glitter brushed over your eyelids, glossy lips shining beneath the light, sparkly blush dusted across your cheeks. Jungkook swears he finds traces of your glitter everywhere… on his hoodies, on his fingertips, sometimes even on his face after you hug him too close.
Vanilla oatmilk latte, the coffee you order every single morning before school. Jungkook learned how to make it himself after watching you drink it so often, memorizing the exact measurements because you love them.
Powder cologne, soft, delicate and comforting. A scent Jungkook knows too well, one that settles into his hoodies whenever you steal them, one that drives him crazy whenever you lean too close without realizing what you’re doing to him.
Countless things.
Your habits, your favorite foods, the songs you replay until you get sick of them, your random mood swings, your little mannerisms, the way your nose scrunches when you laugh too hard, the way you avoid eye contact whenever you lie.
As your childhood best friend, Jungkook almost knows you better than you know yourself.
You were seven when you first met him, while Jungkook was already twelve.
Your mothers were close friends, living in the same village with houses only a few blocks apart. The first time your mother introduced you to Jungkook and his parents, you were painfully shy. Tiny hands clutching your barbie doll against your chest, pink shoes tapping nervously against the floor, you hid halfway behind your mother’s leg while peeking at him.
Jungkook, on the other hand, only looked at you with indifference.
He had been building legos upstairs before his mother called him down to greet the guests, and judging by the slight furrow between his brows, he was more irritated about being interrupted than interested in meeting you.
Dressed in a baby blue jumper, he looked like a tiny builder himself, big round eyes already drifting elsewhere as if he couldn’t wait to go back to his room.
You were an only child, and so was he, which was exactly why your parents thought the two of you would get along perfectly. They insisted you become playmates, excited over the idea of their children growing up together.
The problem was that the two of you liked completely different things.
You wanted barbie dolls, toy kitchens, dollhouses and tea parties.
Jungkook liked legos, robots, mini cars and toy dinosaurs.
So sitting inside Jungkook’s bedroom for the first time felt painfully awkward. Your mothers stayed downstairs, happily chatting over coffee while the two of you remained trapped upstairs in complete silence.
You sat on a small soccer-ball bean bag, clutching your barbie tightly in your lap, glossy eyes wandering around his room filled with boyish toys and shelves crowded with action figures. Your pink glittery dress looked so out of place, matching the headband resting neatly in your hair and the tiny dress your barbie wore.
This was not your kind of playtime.
Meanwhile, Jungkook sat at his tiny blue table, completely focused on stacking legos together like you didn’t exist. His brows pinched together in concentration, lips slightly puffed out as he connected the pieces one by one, so serious for a twelve-year-old boy.
You stayed quiet for nearly fifteen minutes, too shy to disturb him despite desperately wanting someone to play with. But as the minutes dragged on, boredom slowly began to creep in. You carefully stood from the bean bag and walked towards him, still hugging your barbie doll against your chest.
“C-Can I join?” you asked softly, curiously staring down at the colorful legos despite not understanding what he was even trying to build.
Jungkook glanced up at you, brows furrowing immediately.
“No,” he dismissed flatly before returning to his legos again.
Jungkook was serious about legos. His playtime revolved entirely around building them, fingers busy connecting tiny pieces together for hours without getting bored. Before that, he had been obsessed with dinosaurs, carrying them everywhere around the house, but eventually he discovered a new fixation. He realized he liked building things. Finishing a set only to display it proudly in his room like a trophy.
You pouted beside him. “Do you have barbies?”
Jungkook frowned immediately, glancing between you and the barbie doll smiling brightly in your hands as if the question itself offended him.
“No,” he said bluntly. “But I have dinosaurs.”
Maybe it was a strange combination.
You were sitting on the soft floor mat with barbie dolls while dinosaurs surrounded them like predators.
He only let you borrow the dinosaurs to keep you occupied enough not to disturb him while he played.
Still, you were entertained.
Cute little noises left your mouth as you imitated roaring dinosaurs and dramatic barbie voices, completely immersed in your own little world. Your giggles often filled the room while Jungkook remained focused on his legos, though sometimes his eyes would flicker towards you for a second before returning to his build.
And somehow, it became a routine.
Every Saturday, your mother would bring you over to Jungkook’s house… excitement would bubble inside you the moment you stepped through the front door because it meant running upstairs to his room again. By then, you already expected the sight waiting for you.
Jungkook sitting in his usual spot near the little blue table, focused on a brand new lego set.
And the dinosaurs already arranged neatly on the floor mat for you.
The two of you barely talked. But neither of you minded.
At your age, all that mattered was having toys to play with. While for Jungkook, happiness meant building something piece by piece until it was complete.
So every weekend, you would bring over a handful of barbies for the dinosaurs to chase around while Jungkook built something different each week.
Sometimes it was a car. Sometimes a house. Sometimes an entire little town slowly formed beneath his careful little hands.
It was one quiet afternoon when you finally decided to talk to him properly.
You had just entered his room, wearing your usual pink puffy dress with your hair tied into cute pigtails. After setting down your backpack filled with barbie dolls beside the bean bag, your eyes immediately landed on a brand-new set of dinosaurs arranged carefully across the floor mat.
Your eyes widened. “New dinosaurs!” you exclaimed excitedly, small hands already grabbing one of the unfamiliar dinosaurs to inspect it closer.
Across the room, Jungkook looked up from his lego table. His hands paused mid-build the moment he saw your expression. Your wide sparkling eyes, your bright smile, the way your excitement completely lit up your face over something as simple as mini dinosaurs.
For a second, he only stared. Then he quickly looked back down at his legos with a small pout tugging at his lips.
“M-Me and my mom went toy shopping for a new lego set,” he mumbled. “I saw a new edition of dinosaurs.”
A soft giggle escaped you as you hurried towards his table, clutching the dinosaurs tightly in your small hands. “Really?” you asked happily. “I thought you didn’t play with dinosaurs anymore?”
Jungkook glanced at you from the corner of his eye, slightly distracted by how close you suddenly were to him.
“Yeah,” he muttered quietly. “But you like them.”
He almost fell from his seat when you suddenly crouched down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, a sweet habit of yours whenever your parents did something for you.
“Thank you, Koo!” you giggled, hopping back towards the soft mat while Jungkook remained completely stunned.
Slowly, heat crept across his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears. His boba eyes wide and sparkly like a candy was given to him. His cute brows furrowed, and when he picked up a lego block… all he could think about was your cute smile and soft kiss.
At first, you truly thought you and Jungkook would never become close.
He was too quiet, too focused on his own little world of legos and building sets while you lived inside glittery barbie dream houses and dramatic dinosaur adventures. But as the months slowly passed, you found yourself growing fond of him. And somehow, Jungkook slowly grew fond of you too.
The distance between the two of you became smaller little by little.
From sitting separately in silence, you were now beside him at his table helping him build lego sets together, your tiny fingers handing him blocks while he taught you where they belonged. It felt almost special, like Jungkook had finally lowered the invisible walls around himself enough to let you into his space.
Quietly, you started wondering if maybe one day…he would want to play barbies and dinosaurs with you too.
“A brachiosaurus!” you gasped happily, excited when you realized what the two of you were building together.
Jungkook tried to hide the smile threatening to tug at his lips, the tips of his ears and the back of his neck slowly turning red.
"Y-You like it?'' he said in a small voice.
You nodded happily, eyes sparkling as you held up the long-necked lego dinosaur.
Jungkook smiled, unconsciously leaning closer, his cute bunny teeth showing as he made a mental note to buy more lego dinosaurs for you.
As the weeks passed, moments like those became more common. Then one Saturday, your tiny dream finally came true.
“Hi, Koo!” you greeted softly after entering his room, only to freeze slightly when you noticed his lego table untouched for once.
Instead, Jungkook was crouched beside the floor mat near the dinosaurs.
Your eyes widened.
“Wanna play with you,” he said with a shy smile, as he held a few dinosaurs in his tiny hands.
For months, you played alone while he focused on his lego sets.
The first time he finally let you help him build one, you were so happy that you started looking forward to every new set the two of you would make together.
It quickly became your favorite part of visiting him.
So seeing him willingly sit beside you now… actually wanting to play with your barbies and dinosaurs instead of his beloved legos—made excitement bubble in your chest.
It felt special, like he was stepping into your world the same way he had once invited you into his.
“O-Okay,” you said excitedly. “You can be the spinosaurus and I’ll be barbie.”
Your small hands shakily arranged the dinosaurs into a circle while Jungkook quietly watched you.
And the truth was, for the past few months, Jungkook had already been watching you more than he should.
Whenever you weren’t looking, his eyes would drift away from his legos just to watch you playing on the mat by yourself. Your cute little dinosaur noises, your giggles, the way you became completely immersed in your stories somehow made him happier than finishing any lego set ever could.
Sometimes he took days to finish builds that normally only needed hours, just because he kept getting distracted by you.
And whenever you paused your playing to look over at him with one of your cutest smiles, his chest would start beating strangely fast.
A small, innocent crush began to bloom in the little boy whose heart had only been filled with lego blocks—the very first piece quietly clicking into place inside him, setting the shape of something he didn’t yet understand.
At the age of eight and thirteen, the two of you became inseparable.
Whenever your mother got too busy with work, you would immediately beg her to drop you off at Jungkook’s house instead of leaving you home alone, and eventually it became normal for you to spend almost every weekend there. Your mothers didn’t even question it anymore. If you disappeared, they already knew you were upstairs in Jungkook’s room.
And somewhere along the years, you got to know him better. Jungkook only looked snobbish at first glance. Quiet, a little intimidating, always serious whenever he focused on something. But once someone truly got close to him, they would realize how sweet he actually was.
Especially with you.
As your friendship grew, so did the amount of time you spent together. Before long, sleepovers became common too.
The two of you would lie beside each other beneath the blankets, talking about random things for hours instead of sleeping. Sometimes you hid underneath the covers with a flashlight between you, pretending you were camping in the middle of a forest while whispering ghost stories and silly secrets to each other.
Jungkook would pull you close while you giggled uncontrollably, pressing playful kisses against your cheeks before dramatically pretending to die in your arms whenever you hugged him too tightly.
“I like the stars on your ceiling,” you murmured sleepily one night, while lying beside him on his bed. “Mine is just plain pink.”
Tonight was another sleepover. Your sleepy eyes struggled to stay open because you wanted to spend more time with him before falling asleep. The two of you were even wearing matching pajamas, yours covered in tiny pink hearts while his had blue ones, a matching set you had begged your mother to buy days before the sleepover.
Jungkook turned his head towards you, smiling softly when he noticed your eyes slowly drooping shut.
“You’re sleepy,” he giggled, poking your cheek gently with his finger when your eyes closed for a second too long.
You immediately pouted at him. “Am not,” you mumbled stubbornly. “We still have to play camping later, Koo.”
Playing camping beneath the covers with a flashlight was one of your favorite bedtime routines together, but tonight exhaustion was beginning to betray you. School had drained you completely, your body heavy against the mattress no matter how much you tried to stay awake.
Jungkook's lips curled into a small smirk, an evil little prank brewing in the back of his mind.
With a mischievous grin, he suddenly grabbed his throat dramatically, choking and panting before going completely still on the bed, eyes shut and tongue sticking out slightly like a fish… as if he had died.
“I think it would look cute to have planets too, what do you thin—Koo?”
The drowsiness vanished from your body the moment your eyes landed on him… frozen beside you.
“Koo?” you whispered, sleepy brows furrowing.
When he didn't move, panic bloomed instantly in your chest.
You sat up so fast the blankets tangled around your legs, tiny hands immediately grabbing his shoulders as you shook him desperately.
“Koo! Wake up, Koo!” you panicked.
Your glossy eyes widened further when he refused to move, his face still scrunched into that horrible dead fish expression. Heart pounding loudly inside your chest, you grabbed his cheeks with both hands, trying to wake him up while tears quickly gathered in your eyes.
“Boo! I got you—” His laughter stopped halfway when he saw your face. Fat tears rolled down your flushed cheeks while you stared at him in genuine fear.
A soft sob escaped your lips. “T-That’s, that’s not funny,” you sniffled quietly. “I thought you were dead!”
Jungkook instantly softened. Though he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling at how adorable you looked.
“Aww, baby...” he chuckled softly, opening his arms for you. “Come here.”
He always called you his baby. Partly because you were younger than him, but mostly because you acted like his cute little girl half the time, clinging onto him whenever you got scared or upset.
When you glared at him through your tears, he only chuckled quietly instead of feeling guilty. Seeing your pouty face, your sleepy swollen eyes and pink cheeks somehow made his chest feel weirdly warm.
It made him want to hug you forever.
Jungkook moved behind you, wrapping his arms around your smaller body until your back rested against his chest. His laughter became softer when he caught your deadly glare again, leaning closer just to press a small apologetic kiss against your cheek.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, peeking at your face with the cutest pout.
When you still didn’t answer, he immediately resorted to the one thing he knew you could never say no to.
“Hmm, do you want some ice cream?” he whispered beside your ear, wiggling his brows playfully. “Mom bought some earlier.”
You stayed silent for a moment, still pretending to be upset while staring down at his hands tracing little circles against your palm.
Then your pout slowly weakened. “Okay,” you mumbled. “What flavor?”
Jungkook grinned immediately, bunny teeth appearing the second you gave in. He always knew how to melt your heart. Always knew exactly how to make you smile again.
And just like you spent countless days at his house, Jungkook spent plenty of time at yours too.
The first time he stepped inside your room, he looked completely stunned by the overwhelming amount of pink surrounding him.
Pink walls, pink blankets, shelves lined with barbie dolls, and plushies piled so high on your bed that there was barely any room left to sleep. Even the little lamp on your bedside table was dusted with glitter.
Meanwhile, Jungkook stood in the middle of it all, clutching a backpack filled with toy dinosaurs and looking painfully out of place in your princess-like bedroom. His usual blue jumper was the only thing that didn't blend into the sea of pink.
During sleepovers, you would force him to hug one of your teddy bears while you cuddled your favorite bunny plushie against your chest, proudly telling him it reminded you of him. Jungkook would always pout whenever you said that, his nose scrunching at the sight of you kissing the bunny.
Quietly, somewhere inside his heart, another tiny lego piece snapped into place whenever he watched you hold that bunny so tightly.
Most nights, neither of you slept early anyway. Your mother would occasionally scold the two of you after hearing nonstop giggles coming from your room late at night, the sound muffled beneath blankets while you whispered stories to each other instead of sleeping like you were supposed to.
You and Jungkook were always entertained by each other’s presence. And as the years slowly passed, both of you began to change. Your hobbies evolved just as naturally as you grew older together.
Jungkook slowly drifted away from legos and video games, while you traded barbie dolls and dress-up games for makeup and novels.
It wasn't surprising when Jungkook pursued engineering. He had always loved building things, ever since he was a little boy…carefully connecting blocks together at his tiny blue table.
The rooms that once overflowed with toys changed too.
Jungkook’s room became crowded with sketches, papers, blueprints and a laptop constantly left open on his desk. While your room transformed from shelves of dolls into a vanity covered with makeup, skincare products, perfumes and stacks of romance novels scattered across every surface.
And by the time you were eighteen and Jungkook was twenty-three, something between the two of you had quietly shifted.
Jungkook became protective over you in a way he never was before. Maybe it was because you were no longer the tiny little girl who followed him around with barbie dolls clutched in your hands.
Your cute colorful headbands became dainty little hair clips. Puffy dresses turned into soft sundresses that showed off the softness of your legs, always paired with small heels that made you look older than he was prepared for. Even your eyes had changed. Still sparkly and sweet, but now carrying a teasing playfulness beneath them. A bratty little glint that appeared whenever you wanted something.
But despite everything changing, some things about you stayed exactly the same.
You still hugged him constantly. Still kissed his cheeks whenever he did something sweet for you. Still clung onto his arm whenever you got excited over something small.
To you, those gestures were innocent, familiar, and natural.
But for Jungkook, they no longer felt innocent at all.
Somewhere throughout the years, your harmless affection had started affecting him differently.
A simple kiss against his cheek suddenly made heat spread through his body in ways that felt wrong to him. Your random hugs made his muscles tense instantly, his breath hitching whenever you pressed your soft chest against him, completely unaware of the effect you had on him.
And whenever you played with his hair while sitting a little too close beside him, or wore those cute little sundresses that clung softly to your curves and showed off your legs, Jungkook would find himself swallowing hard, his adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to ignore the strange tightness spreading through his pants.
You were still the same sweet little girl. But Jungkook was no longer looking at you the same anymore.
The lego pieces inside his heart were stacking faster now, building into something so deep and overwhelming that even he could no longer keep track of it.
“What’s cuter, this one… or this one?” you asked, holding up two dresses for Jungkook to see.
Today, the two of you were spending the day at the mall. After having lunch at your favorite restaurant, you immediately dragged Jungkook into a boutique, eager to shop for new dresses—your latest obsession.
Jungkook tilted his head, “The pink one,”
“I know! Okay, I’ll get this.” you smiled brightly.
By the time you finished shopping, you had already bought three more dresses from the boutique alone. Meanwhile, Jungkook sat patiently on the couch outside the fitting rooms, paper bags hanging from both of his hands while he waited for you without a single complaint.
When you finally turned to look at him after paying, your expression softened slightly. His head rested against the couch, eyes closed as if he had accidentally fallen asleep while waiting for you.
He looked exhausted. Lately, Jungkook had been reviewing nonstop for his engineering board exam, barely getting enough sleep between studying and helping around the house.
You were still in college, while Jungkook was already preparing for the next stage of his life.
It made you a little sad sometimes.
Weekends had become your favorite days because those were the only times he was fully free for you anymore.
You quietly sat beside him, and the moment the cushion dipped, Jungkook’s eyes immediately opened.
“You done, baby?” he asked softly, still half sleepy while instinctively reaching for your shopping bags to carry them himself.
You pouted… he looked so tired—wearing a black shirt that was a bit wrinkled from the day, his glasses slightly slipping down his nose and his hair a little disheveled. He still looked utterly handsome.
Without thinking much about it, you scooted a little closer to him. His brows furrowed immediately as your soft, powdery scent wrapped around him.
“Yup!” you smiled softly while fixing his slightly messy hair. “Let’s go home.”
His lips twitched. “Thought you wanted to visit the bookstore after this?”
You shook your head. “No, wanna rest.” Your voice turned softer. “Let’s take a nap at your house?”
Jungkook’s jaw immediately tensed. His tongue briefly swiped across his lower lip before he looked away for a second, something unreadable flickering across his face as he tried to gather himself together.
“Hmm…” he bit his lower lip, heavy-lidded eyes staring back at you. “You’ll go home after, okay?” he said, his voice coming out raspier than intended. “I still need to finish some reading, baby.”
A small sigh of relief escaped him when you nodded innocently. You never really noticed the change in him.
To you, Jungkook was only becoming busier as he got older. You didn’t notice how quickly he started declining sleepovers once his feelings for you began changing into something deeper.
He spent most nights trying to break the blocks apart—convincing himself it was wrong to think about you that way, trying to shatter the lego pieces inside his heart that kept snapping back together every single time he looked at you.
But he was failing, miserably. The little boy who was so good at building legos cannot break his own blocks apart.
Jungkook learned how to make the perfect vanilla oatmilk latte simply because you loved drinking them every morning.
He once rushed across three different bakeries just to buy blueberry cheesecake after hearing you complain over accidentally receiving strawberry cheesecake instead.
He started buying powdery perfumes, candles and diffusers whenever he saw them because every scent reminded him of you. He even found himself wandering through makeup stores looking at glittery products because your eyes always lit up whenever something sparkled.
You wanted something? He gave it to you.
Almost every single time.
Still, he buried his feelings carefully beneath years of friendship because the last thing he wanted was to ruin what the two of you already had.
He tried to stay close without wanting too much. Tried to act normal despite the growing warmth that spread through his chest and cock whenever you touched him carelessly. Tried to ignore the dangerous thoughts beginning to bloom inside his mind whenever you leaned too close, smiled too sweetly or hugged him for too long.
And some days, Jungkook truly thought he was doing a good job at hiding it.
“But Koo, I missed you…”
You followed Jungkook around the kitchen with a pout, trailing behind him like a lost puppy while he tried to ignore the way your voice instantly weakened his resolve.
It was summer break, and all you wanted was a sleepover.
Lately, Jungkook has been declining every single time you asked.
At first, you tried to understand. He was busy drowning himself in thick engineering books and endless papers for the upcoming board exams. But eventually, even weekends became off limits, which felt strange because Jungkook had always found a way to make time for you no matter how busy he was.
“Baby, I have some reading to do,” Jungkook said slowly while grabbing two mugs from the cupboard.
You groaned dramatically, folding your arms while leaning against the kitchen counter, eyes following his every movement as he prepared coffee for the two of you.
One black. One vanilla oatmilk latte.
“I won’t disturb you,” you insisted stubbornly. “Promise I’ll behave!” You whined softly, stepping closer before lightly tugging on the sleeve of his shirt.
It’s not like you would stop him from reading, you just wanted to be around him.
Jungkook sighed deeply before finally turning to look at you properly. “I really can’t, baby…promise I’ll make it up to you, okay?”
Your pout deepened immediately, heart slightly breaking when you saw his brows furrowing at you.
With a defeated sigh, you gave him a small nod. “Alright.”
The second your shoulders dropped sadly, Jungkook’s grip unconsciously tightened around the milk carton in his hands.
His eyes lingered on your face, a tiny pout forming on your lips as disappointment clouded your sparkling eyes.
God, it almost made him give in immediately.
The last sleepover had nearly cost him his patience. That night, he forced himself to stay awake, reading until sunrise just to avoid looking at you too much while you slept in his bed. But no matter how hard he tried to focus on the words in front of him, his eyes kept drifting back to you.
Your soft body was sprawled across his mattress, your pretty face nestled against his pillows, your hair fanned out messily like a constant temptation pulling at him.
The next morning, you were disappointed to find him asleep on the couch. You assumed he had stayed up late reading and eventually drifted off there, too exhausted to make it back to bed.
In reality, he had locked himself in the bathroom, guiltily jerking his aching cock before the temptation of sharing a bed with you became too much to bear.
“Baby…” Jungkook said slowly, voice rough from exhaustion as he lowered the teaspoon and carton of milk onto the counter.
You pouted. “If you don’t want me sleeping over, then can I at least visit you every day?” you asked softly. “I really, really miss you, Koo. I don’t have school anymore and I miss coming here.”
Jungkook closed his eyes briefly at your words. The urge to take back what he said just to see your pretty smile again was strong.
But no.
Another sleepover meant another guilty night spent in bed, every time he can still smell your scent on his sheets, his hand would wrapped around his throbbing cock, burying his nose against the pillow because it smelled like you, his cock leaking whenever he recalls how your sleepwear would rise up every time you moved around his bed.
It made him so guilty, but it was better than corrupting you.
“Alright,” he finally sighed in defeat. “But I come home late these days, baby… you know that.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
Lately, Jungkook practically lived in the library. He spent most nights surrounded by thick books, highlighters scattered across tables while he studied until sunrise just to become the best engineer he could possibly be. Everyone around him already knew how hardworking he was.
And you knew it better than anyone. That was why your chest softened instead of growing upset.
You missed him terribly, missed the days when the two of you spent almost every second together without responsibilities pulling him away from you. But at the same time, you never wanted to become a distraction standing between Jungkook and his dreams.
You had always supported him. Always believed in him. And the last thing you wanted was to become the reason he couldn’t reach the future he worked so hard for.
You smiled immediately, happiness softening your features now that he wasn’t completely stopping you from visiting him every day.
“Okay, Koo. That’s fine!” you chirped happily. “I’m visiting Mama Jeon too, you know!”
Jungkook chuckled softly at your playful tone, warmth spreading quietly through his chest now that your pout had finally disappeared.
Sometimes Jungkook genuinely feared he would eventually cross boundaries he shouldn’t… just to keep you happy.
And honestly, maybe he already was. Because after that conversation, you truly didn’t miss a single day at the Jeon's house during summer.
Some days you baked desserts in the kitchen while laughing with Mrs. Jeon. Other days you helped water flowers in the garden beneath the afternoon sun, your sundress swaying gently while dirt stained your fingertips. Sometimes you stayed quietly in Jungkook’s room, reading books while waiting for him until sunset painted the windows orange.
And every evening, Jungkook would come home to you waiting for him. A warm meal already prepared. Your bright smile greeting him at the door before he could even set his bag down.
Every single time, it made his heart feel unbearably full.
The sight of you peeking excitedly through the living room window the moment you spotted him outside. The way you lightly bounced on your feet before greeting him with a soft hug. The way you always asked him about his day first before talking about your own.
The way you asked what food he was craving just so you could attempt cooking it for him afterward.
The way you loved him through the smallest things without even realizing it.
And Jungkook kept falling deeper and deeper for you because of it.
“Are you gonna wait for Jungkook?” Mrs. Jeon asked one evening after finishing dinner. “You sure you don’t wanna eat first?”
You shook your head immediately. You always ate dinner with Jungkook.
He usually arrived home around five in the afternoon, which wasn’t too late, so waiting for him became another small routine you loved. During weekends, he sometimes studied at home instead, filling the house with the sound of flipping pages and keyboard typing while you quietly stayed nearby.
Your Kookie was very smart and hardworking after all.
“Okay, sweetheart,” Mrs. Jeon smiled warmly while cleaning the table. “Good thing he’s been coming home early these days.”
Early?
Your brows furrowed immediately. “Early?” you repeated slowly, leaning against the table in confusion. “Isn’t that his normal schedule at the library?”
You knew Jungkook’s routine almost by heart, which was exactly why her words caught you off guard.
Mrs. Jeon nodded before taking a sip of water. “Yes, that used to be his normal schedule,” she explained casually. “But before summer started, he was staying until eight p.m because he wanted to aim for topnotcher.”
She laughed softly afterward, shaking her head fondly. “I kept telling him it’s okay even if he doesn’t become one, but my son always wants to be the best at whatever he does.”
Your lips parted slightly, realization crashed into you all at once.
Jungkook had been coming home early because of you.
Because you said you missed him. Because you wanted to visit him every day.
Your chest tightened painfully, you hadn’t realized his original study schedule changed at all. Hadn’t realized Jungkook was cutting hours from his studying just so he could spend more time with you.
The realization made your heart ache in two completely different ways at once. Guilty. And terribly, terribly happy.
When Jungkook got home that evening, he expected you to greet him the same way you always did. A bright smile, soft eyes, your little footsteps rushing towards him before wrapping your arms around him in a hug that somehow always managed to melt the exhaustion off his body.
But the second he stepped inside and looked at you properly, he noticed it immediately. The smile on your lips looked smaller than usual, hesitant, not quite reaching your eyes. And Jungkook knew you too well not to notice.
“I cooked teriyaki chicken today,” you smiled softly, quickly turning away from him to open the lid of the food on the dining table. “Mama Jeon loved it.”
Jungkook followed behind you quietly, his tired eyes never leaving your figure. You were about to grab a glass of water when his hand suddenly wrapped around your arm gently, stopping you in place.
“Is there something wrong?” he asked softly, brows furrowing with concern.
He was exhausted from studying all day, his navy green sweater slightly wrinkled, glasses a bit foggy, hair messy from constantly running his fingers through it. Yet the moment he sensed something was wrong with you, the exhaustion vanished beneath concern.
You shook your head quickly. “Just…” Your voice trailed off when your eyes landed on the small paper bag hanging from his other hand. “W-What’s that?”
Jungkook glanced down at the bag before looking back at you carefully. “Are you okay, baby?” he asked again, quieter this time.
With shaky hands, you slowly reached for the paper bag in his hand.
Blueberry cheesecake.
Tears instantly welled in your eyes at the sight of it, your heart aching so badly it almost overwhelmed you.
“K-Koo…” your lips trembled softly as tears blurred your vision.
Jungkook’s eyes widened immediately. “Hey, hey—” he quickly set the paper bag down before gently holding your arms, thumbs soothing over your skin.
“What’s wrong with my baby, hmm?” he whispered softly, crouching down so he could properly look at your face.
And God, he looked so handsome like this. Tired but still so soft for you.
His sleepy doe eyes behind his glasses, messy hair falling over his forehead, large hands holding you so carefully like you were something fragile enough to crack beneath his touch.
You lowered your gaze, lips forming into a pout. “Y-You were coming home early for me…” you whispered quietly, guilt curling painfully inside you. “You don’t have to do that, Koo.”
Jungkook’s thick brows furrowed deeply. “Is that why you’re crying?”
Avoiding his gaze, you nodded slowly while staring down at your own fingers. Jungkook looked at you for a moment before gently tilting your chin upward, forcing your eyes back to his. Amusement slowly softened his tired features despite the concern still lingering there.
“Stop pouting.” he bit his lower lip, a low chuckle escaping beneath his breath as he listend to your tiny sniffles, almost relieved that his poor little baby was crying over something he didn’t even consider serious.
“Jungkook, I’m serious,” you protested, weakly hitting his chest. “We’re talking about your future here! Why would you do that?”
He caught your hand easily before you could hit him again, fingers wrapping around your fist while his thumb slowly traced circles against your skin. “You don’t need to worry about that,” he murmured softly. “I can handle my studies just fine, okay?”
You frowned harder instead. “But you’re coming home early, Koo. How is that good?”
You tried hitting him again, but Jungkook only tightened his hold around your wrist, enough to stop you without hurting you.
He leaned closer, lowering his head until your faces were only inches apart, as if getting nearer would somehow make you understand him better.
“Need to see my baby for motivation,” he admitted softly.
Your heartbeat stumbled violently inside your chest. Jungkook grabbed the paper bag again before carefully placing it into your hands. “So I can work hard,” he continued quietly, eyes never leaving yours, “and buy you all the things and blueberry cheesecakes you want.”
Your eyes widened instantly, heat rushing across your cheeks and ears while your heart pounded so loudly it almost frightened you.
“Do you want that?” Jungkook asked gently, his eyes lowering to your quivering lips.
“O-Of course I do, but I swear—”
“That’s all I needed to hear,” he interrupted quietly, like your answer alone was enough for him.
Enough to make every sacrifice worth it.
When uni started again, you still never missed the chance to visit Jungkook whenever school wasn’t too hectic, and whenever days passed without seeing you, he would be the one visiting instead.
At first, you tried giving him space because of the boards, but Jungkook always insisted on meeting somehow. Like your presence alone kept him going. Like every sleepless night, every exhausting study session, and every struggle he endured became worth it the second he saw your smile waiting for him at the end of the day.
Only sleepovers of course is where he drawled the line.
Sometimes, while staring at blueprints and thick documents until dawn, Jungkook would imagine finally succeeding, finally becoming the best engineer he could be, earning enough money to spoil his baby with everything you wanted. And somehow, those thoughts alone were enough to keep him going.
At twenty-one and twenty-six, both of you had changed so much from the children you once were.
The boyish softness he used to carry had long disappeared, replaced by tattoos and piercings that contrasted almost unfairly against the intelligent image everyone had of him.
His once lean frame broadened into toned muscles that stretched beneath his shirts, shoulders wider now, veins more prominent across his hands and arms. The boy who once ate lollipops while building legos now smoked cigarettes absentmindedly after stressful nights at work.
And the engineering student who used to stay awake studying until sunrise had officially become the topnotcher everyone admired.
You still remembered the exact moment he first mentioned wanting his arms decorated. You used to tease him constantly for being such a nerd, especially with his glasses, organized notes and old obsession with building legos.
Which was exactly why you nearly choked in surprise the first time he casually mentioned wanting tattoos and piercings.
“Huh? Really?” you immediately sat up straighter from the picnic mat, staring at him with wide eyes.
The two of you were spending the afternoon at the park, sunlight pouring warmly across the grass while snacks and drinks were scattered around your little picnic setup. Jungkook looked unfairly handsome sitting there beneath the sun, sleeves pushed slightly upward, dark hair messy from the breeze, soft eyes following your every move.
“Yeah,” he answered casually. “I also plan on getting piercings.” he tilted his head, waiting for your opinion.
“You are not serious,” you gasped loudly, quickly scooting closer towards him in disbelief.
Jungkook glanced down instinctively the moment your body moved closer to his. You were wearing a short pastel sundress perfect for the sunny weather, your hair tied into a loose side braid while your glossy lips formed into the cutest pout he had ever seen.
He swallowed harshly before quickly looking away. Sometimes it genuinely amazed him how you could still sit this close to him so innocently while he struggled to keep his thoughts clean.
“And tattoos?” you continued dramatically, eyes sparkling with excitement now. “Like… what kind? This is bomb info, Koo. Thought you were too nerdy for that.” you teased.
The thing is, he never forgot that moment—the time you were shopping for toys and spotted a limited-edition Ken doll with sleeve tattoos, immediately saying how good Ken would look beside Barbie. His little child mind, his wide doe eyes, quietly took that in and stored it somewhere deep.
And somewhere in that simple, fleeting comment, his stupid lego heart decided that when he grew up, he wanted tattoos too.
So Jungkook would look good beside his Y/N.
Jungkook pouted slightly at your teasing. “Thought they looked pretty,” he admitted shyly. “I think I want my arms decorated.”
Your eyes widened immediately. “That’s a baddie move right there!” you giggled.
Without hesitation, you grabbed his right arm excitedly, examining it carefully like you were already planning the tattoos yourself.
Jungkook stared down at your smaller hands wrapped around his arm, heart beating strangely harder inside his chest while your soft perfume drifted towards him beneath the warm summer air.
He bit his lower lip, staring at you through heavy-lidded eyes. “You think I’ll look good with them?” he drawled lazily.
You rolled your eyes dramatically. “Course you will! You’ll be a baddie nerd,” you teased, fingers lightly grazing the muscles of his arm.
Jungkook’s eyes slowly softened at your touch, his gaze growing hazier by the second. Not because he was tired, but because you were intoxicating him again.
“Stop calling me a nerd,” he groaned, though there wasn’t a single ounce of annoyance in his voice. If anything, his tone sounded far too fond to be offended.
“You are,” you giggled immediately, poking his cheek playfully. “You’re so smart. My smart Koo.”
Before he could respond, you suddenly stole the glasses off his face, laughing to yourself while slipping them onto your own nose. The prescription immediately blurred your vision, making you squint dramatically while Jungkook stared at you in complete adoration.
“Hello,” you mimicked in a deeper voice, trying to imitate him. “I’m Jungkook and I love math.”
You burst into laughter at your own joke while Jungkook only watched you. God, you looked so cute wearing his glasses.
“Baby, stop it,” he chuckled softly, finally reaching towards you to take them back.
You quickly leaned away from him with another laugh, refusing to give them up. Jungkook sighed through a smile before grabbing your waist without thinking, pulling you closer against him, wrapping his arms around your waist while you squealed in surprise.
“Koo!” you giggled loudly, twisting your body away so he couldn’t reach your face. But in the motion, your neck tilted back, your throat exposed right in front of him.
His eyes narrowed, staring at the soft skin of your neck as he bit his lower lip hard, leaning in closer… his pointed nose slowly grazed your skin, his eyes fluttering shut.
Fuck.
“You smell good,” he whispered, already distracted.
Since you and Jungkook were close, you didn’t think much of it, still giggling as you tried to dodge him, unconsciously giving him more access to your neck. “Koo! That tickles.”
He was getting lost in it, inhaling your scent like he was getting addicted, his nose brushing down towards your collarbones.
You were moving too much, wriggling in his hold, but his hands on your waist only tightened. “Stop moving,” he groaned, now pressing soft kisses along your throat, his nose burying deeper against your skin.
When a soft gasp escaped you, he stopped immediately, like he’d been pulled out of a trance. His jaw tensed as realization hit him, fear flickering across his expression at the thought that he might have made you uncomfortable.
But you were still oblivious, treating it like nothing more than a game so he wouldn’t get his glasses back, unaware that his soft kisses had already crossed a line—no longer innocent like the soft shallow kisses you shared when you were little.
“Let’s go home,” he suddenly muttered, gently pushing you away from him while clearing his throat.
“What?” your giggles slowly faded, confusion replacing the smile on your face. “Why?”
You carefully removed his glasses from your face, leaning closer to place them back on him properly, but Jungkook instinctively moved back slightly before you could.
Your expression fell immediately.
“A-Are you mad?” you asked quietly, lips forming into a small frown.
Jungkook swallowed harshly at the sight. “I’m not,” he answered quickly, taking the glasses from your hands this time before putting them back on himself.
But your frown only deepened. “Then why do you suddenly wanna go home?” you asked, sadness creeping into your tone so naturally.
Jungkook nearly groaned out loud. He wanted to kiss you so bad.
Wanted to pin you down against the picnic mat beneath the warm sunlight and lose himself completely in you. His body was reacting so badly to you that it was becoming painful to sit this close without crossing boundaries he had no right crossing.
Still, even while it was slowly killing him, Jungkook reached for your hand again. His thumb traced slow circles against the back of your palm, the familiar motion instantly soothing you the way it always did.
“I don’t,” he sighed quietly. “I just-”
“Don’t be mad, Koo… please?” you murmured softly, tilting your head slightly to peek at his face while your eyes stayed focused on his hands holding yours.
Fuck. He was so hard.
“I’m not,” he groaned, trying to smile at you despite the chaos inside him. “You know I won’t get mad at my baby.”
Piercings and tattoos suited Jungkook almost unfairly well. He looked more manly now, sharper in a way that made people stare a second too long without realizing it.
The ink on his right arm wrapped around his skin like it had always belonged there, and the silver piercings he wore caught the light whenever he moved, subtle flashes that only made his presence more noticeable. The lip ring sat against his lower lip in a way that somehow emphasized his natural pout, softening the intensity of his face just enough to be dangerous. And yet, despite all of it, he still wore his glasses when he needed to work, the familiar frames making him look serious and composed while his eyes still carried the same quiet shine they always had when you were kids.
After passing the boards, everything had changed quickly for him. Phone calls from companies came one after another, clients stacking up so fast it barely gave him time to breathe. Within a short span of time, Jungkook had saved enough to buy a brand new house for his parents, choosing to live alone in his childhood home afterward.
It was almost ironic, how the boy who once built lego structures on a small table was now designing real ones for a living, turning imagination into something tangible and permanent.
Not realizing he wasn’t just building things with his hands—but quietly building a lego heart of his own while watching you grow, piece by piece, until you became the only design that ever made sense.
On his first payday, he didn’t think twice about how to spend it. He took you out to your favorite restaurant, the same one you used to mention randomly in passing, and spoiled you with gifts you didn’t even ask for.
Because that was always his dream in the end.
At twenty-one, you had stayed mostly the same… still girly, still drawn to pastel pinks and soft colors, still wearing dresses that made you look like you stepped out of a memory he refused to forget. Your body had also changed in ways that made you more aware of yourself, curves developing naturally and beautifully.
In college, people noticed you too. A lot of them, actually.
Guys who tried a little too hard to make you laugh, to impress you, to take up space in your attention the way they wanted. You went on dates here and there, curious more than anything, but none of them ever stuck.
None of them ever felt right.
You were laying on Jungkook’s bed while he worked at his desk, fingers playing with his pillows as you babbled about college life.
About lectures, assignments, and then, eventually, about the guys who kept asking you out.
“He's not even bad, I guess,” you said with a small shrug, “just… kind of clingy? I tried to give him a shot cause he's kinda cute you know.” you giggled.
Jungkook had always been the one person you could talk to without filtering your words, without rehearsing your tone or worrying how you sounded.
So you kept going, still unaware of the way his pen had slowed in his hand, or how his gaze had subtly shifted towards you instead of the papers and laptop on his desk.
He didn’t interrupt you. Instead, he just listened, nodding occasionally, offering soft hums at the right moments like he always knew how to make you feel heard.
He didn’t want to hold you back. You weren’t his.
Instead, Jungkook kept his distance exactly where it needed to be.
He even asked questions sometimes—small ones, careful ones—because he wanted to understand, wanted to know what kind of people were entering your life.
Not to control it. Never to control it. Just to make sure you were okay. To make sure no one hurt you.
And every time you smiled about something new, every time you tried something different, he swallowed whatever it did to him and smiled back.
Because loving you, for him, had never been about possession.
It’s about standing at the edge of something he desperately wanted to step into, and choosing not to, again and again, because you deserved freedom more than you deserved him holding you too tightly.
Even when it hurts.
“Do you plan on going on a date with him again?” he rasped, eyes still fixed on his laptop even though the words on the screen had long stopped making sense.
You rolled your eyes. “No! Like I said, he’s so clingy,” you groaned dramatically, turning onto your side. “He kept texting me during class too. And he was kinda touchy.”
Jungkook froze, Touchy.
He raised a brow, slowly… he turned his swivel chair away from his desk to face you fully.
“Say that again,” he commanded.
You blinked, sitting up a little on his bed and smoothing out your pleated skirt. “Huh? Which part?”
Jungkook’s eyes dropped briefly to your bare legs before lifting back to your face. His expression was unreadable now, serious in a way that made your teasing mood falter slightly.
“Touchy?” he repeated, almost like he was testing the word on his tongue.
He knew you had never had a boyfriend.
Picky in your own quiet way, always rejecting people politely, never really giving anyone the chance to stay.
That was something he had always told himself was a good thing. But there was one thing you told him once that lingered longer than it should have.
Your first kiss.
You had laughed it off back then, saying it was just stolen during a stupid drinking game in high school, something meaningless, something you didn’t even care about anymore. But Jungkook had gone still in a way you didn’t notice fully at the time. And after that night, the thought never really left him.
The first broken lego piece in his heart.
Jungkook never acted on it. Because he knew where the line was, even if it blurred more and more every time he looked at you.
Every time he imagined someone else touching you, his mind would go blank for a second, like something inside him short-circuited and restarted wrong.
His love that was freeing, turning into something selfish and possessive.
Jungkook knows that he was no better.
Even if he acted like the responsible one, the always-focused engineering nerd with books and goals, there were parts of him he couldn’t control.
The desires, the sexual frustration, the way he had nowhere to put everything he was feeling for you.
So he let it out elsewhere… hard, rough and merciless—like he was always unsatisfied. Because no matter what he did, no matter who he fucks, it was never you.
“Well...y-yeah, I thought it was sweet since he seems to be very kind and perfect,” you started, shifting slightly on his bed as you tried to recall your date earlier. “But it was starting to get irritating—”
“Where did he touch you?” Jungkook cut in sharply.
His tone made you pause immediately. You blinked at him, a little stunned by how fast and firm it came out. “Uh… just my thighs—”
He cursed under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration, jaw tightening like he was trying to hold something back.
At your bratty age, you had tried to explore, you would let them kiss you, let them touch you a little, only when you thought there was something there—some special connection, some feeling that made it worth it. But it always disappeared too quickly, leaving you bored, unimpressed, or just… disconnected.
And sometimes, in the quiet parts of your mind, a small thought would surface.
Why had no one ever truly impressed you? Why did everything feel like it was missing something you couldn’t name?
But you always pushed it away.
Because growing up, it had always been Jungkook.
What you didn’t know, what you never really saw—was that Jungkook had already fallen long before you ever started trying to figure yourself out.
He ended up fucking every women who looked like echoes of you—same powdery scent, similar hair length and color, soft features that almost resembled yours if he stared long enough. He didn’t realize it at the time, how every fling carried traces of you in them, like he was trying and failing to recreate something he couldn’t replace. He never stayed long enough for anything serious. Because none of them were you.
His lego hearts were never complete without you filling them.
“I mean, it wasn’t that bad—”
You blinked slowly when his gaze dropped to your thighs again, his eyes lingering a little too long, scanning like he was replaying something in his head. Instinctively, you tugged your plaid skirt down a bit more, suddenly aware of your own body in a way you weren’t before.
“Kookie—”
“Were you uncomfortable?” he asked, voice strained.
His hand came up to his temple, rubbing slowly as if he was trying to steady himself, jaw tightening slightly. You could see it in him clearly now—the tension he always tried to hide whenever it came to you.
You shook your head quickly. “No.”
“Come here.”
You hesitated for a second, then slowly walked towards him. “I swear, Koo, I’m fine—”
“You know what to do when you don’t want something, right?” he sighed, voice lower now, almost careful, like he was choosing every word with restraint.
He reached for your hand, holding it gently before squeezing them. Like he was trying to calm himself through the contact just as much as he was trying to calm you.
“Course, I do,” you replied in a small voice.
And you did. Because this wasn’t new.
The same Jungkook who used to patch your scraped knees when you fell in the backyard.
The same Jungkook who always made sure you weren’t left out when his friends came over. Even if his friends, Jimin or Taehyung teased you too much and made you cry.
The same Jungkook who would sigh, drag you away from them, wipe your tears with frustrating gentleness, and buy you ice cream like it would fix everything.
Like a good older brother who never let anything truly hurt his little sister.
You would come to Jungkook when something confused you, when something annoyed you, when something made your chest feel too full and you didn’t know where to put it. You would talk, ramble, complain, overthink out loud, and Jungkook would just listen. Always.
He never really stopped you from anything. He never imposed his choices on you in a way that felt forceful or strict.
Instead, he would give you advice, calm and steady, letting you talk yourself through your own thoughts. And when you reached the end of it, he would always say the same thing.
“As long as my baby’s happy.”
And somehow, every time, you did exactly that.
Neither of you really questioned it. It just felt like balance. Like the dynamic between you had always existed in that shape and was never meant to change.
His quiet dominance, your easy submission to his judgment—it fit too well to ever feel wrong.
“I think red hair would look good on you,” you murmured, sitting beside him as you absentmindedly played with the back of his hair while he stayed focused on your papers.
The two of you were at a quiet library near your school that day. You had told Jungkook you needed help with math, and like always, he gave in without much resistance. He finished his own work earlier than planned just so he could sit with you, his pen already marking through your problems with that effortless confidence that made everything look easy.
“Or maybe blonde again?” you continued, tilting your head slightly as you tugged at a few strands. “Remember when you went blonde?”
Ken Doll. He remembers.
Jungkook let out a low groan. “Do you want me to finish your papers or not?” he reprimanded.
You pouted immediately, leaning back slightly in your seat, your peach-manicured fingers tapping lightly against the wooden table.
A color he had picked for you before.
“I do,” you said softly, looking at him through your lashes. “I’m behaving.”
He raised a brow at you, finally glancing up from your papers. His gaze flickered down for a second—too quick to be casual—landing briefly at your neck before returning to your eyes.
“Then behave,”
You pouted… but still sat properly, letting out a small huff as you adjusted yourself in your seat.
Jungkook, meanwhile, looked completely absorbed in your work. His thick brows were slightly furrowed behind his glasses as he scanned your notes, lips pressed into a thin line while he analyzed every mistake. He looked older like this…serious, composed, almost intimidating in a quiet way.
His crisp white long sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, tattoos peeking through with every movement of his hand as he turned the page. Dark slacks fit neatly against his frame, and his hair was styled back with gel, though a few loose strands had fallen onto his forehead anyway, softening the sharpness of his face.
He looked like he had come straight from work without even stopping to breathe.
The lip piercing caught the light whenever he moved, a small glint against his pinkish lips as he exhaled quietly through his nose.
Everything about him felt controlled, grounded, intentional.
And sitting beside him in your school uniform—white button-down slightly loosened at the collar, plaid skirt resting neatly at your thighs, makeup soft and sparkly pink—you couldn’t help but feel like you didn’t belong in the same frame as him.
Like you were trouble sitting next to something dangerously stable.
“Answer this,” he said finally, sliding a paper towards you.
You frowned immediately, staring at the equations like they had personally offended you. “Huh? I thought you’d answer it for me.”
Jungkook poked the inside of his cheek, clearly unimpressed but still patient. “You need to learn. Once you’re done, I’ll check it and teach you how to do it properly.”
You rolled your eyes, leaning back slightly. “But Koo! It’s hard, my head is literally aching from all these numbers.”
He raised a brow at you, expression flat but not unkind. “How are you going to pass math if I keep answering everything for you?”
“But—”
Your protest died the moment you met his gaze. There was that look again. Calm, firm, unbothered in a way that made it impossible to argue for long.
You sighed dramatically and took the paper anyway. “Fine,” you muttered, already giving in. “But you’re buying me oat latte after this.”
Jungkook’s lips curved slightly, good girl.
“Only if you get it right,” he raised a brow.
You groaned under your breath and finally focused on the equations, forcing yourself to concentrate.
Most of your homework was done by him, even when math wasn’t even involved.
And whenever Jungkook did try to refuse, you always found a way around it.
You’d show up at his house with his favorite ice cream, lingering by the doorway like you weren’t already certain he would let you in.
Sometimes you’d lean in and press a soft kiss to his cheek, gentle and quick, like it meant nothing at all. Other times, you’d just look at him with those puppy eyes of yours—smiling in a way that made it seem like he was the only thing in your world.
And Jungkook would always fold. Every single time.
It didn’t even feel like a decision anymore. It was instinct. The way his expression would soften the moment you appeared. The way his shoulders would loosen, like all the tension he carried everywhere else had nowhere to stay when you were near.
If you asked him for the stars, he would’ve probably tried to figure out a way to reach them.
He didn’t just like you. He prioritized you.
You were very spoiled. Jungkook’s hard-earned money always ended up on you—whenever he got his salary, he would immediately take you out for a nice dinner, shop for clothes and makeup you liked, buy your favorite cheesecake, get you more books—everything you wanted, and half the things you didn’t even realize you wanted yet.
It made you happy. Every time you showed up at school with a new bag or a new pair of shoes, your friends already knew Jungkook had bought them for you. Every time you got perfect scores, they would roll their eyes, assuming it was because of Jungkook’s help and hard work behind it.
At first, your friends were very nice to you—almost overly so. They tried to get close quickly, always lingering around you, laughing a little too loudly at your jokes.
And it wasn’t hard to understand why.
Because they noticed Jungkook first.
They would see him picking you up from school in his black shiny Cadillac, the kind of car that made people turn their heads. They would watch his tall, lean figure step out, his arms decorated with tattoos that became more visible when he rolled his sleeves up, silver piercings catching the light, jet-black hair neatly styled, and sharp honey doe eyes that softened the second they landed on you.
Sometimes he would smoke a cigarette while waiting, immediately putting it down when he saw you coming. He wasn’t someone people could ignore. Not with the way he looked, and not with the way he carried himself.
And when they found out he wasn’t just good-looking but also the top engineer in town, already successful and earning far beyond most people his age, their curiosity shifted into something heavier. So they stayed close to you—not always for you, but for the possibility of him.
Then, when they finally realized you weren’t related, everything changed.
The smiles faded just slightly, the energy dropped, shoulders slacking like something they thought they could reach had suddenly been pulled away. It was subtle, but you felt it. That quiet shift in how they looked at you, like you had become the reason they couldn’t get closer to him.
From there, the judgment slowly followed. To them, you were just a spoiled girl, someone using Jungkook for attention, comfort, or material things. Something easy to label rather than understand. And over time, that assumption hardened into quiet resentment.
But you were never trying to be anything more complicated than you were. You were kind in a way that came naturally, warm without effort, too soft to notice when someone’s intentions weren’t pure. You didn’t see the resentment clearly, because you were too friendly, too open, too willing to believe the best in people. And that very same softness made it easy for others to either like you quickly… or envy you just as fast.
“Another bag?” Sana raised a brow at you the moment you walked into the classroom, eyes landing immediately on the new pink bag hanging from your arm.
You grinned without hesitation, completely unbothered by their stares. “Yes! It matches my nails, see?” you said excitedly, holding your hand out so they could see your freshly done manicure.
Your friends leaned in slightly, but the look in their eyes wasn’t as excited as yours. It was something sharper…envy, carefully disguised under curiosity.
“Was your nails paid by Jungkook?” Riri asked, her tone slipping into something almost accusatory.
You pouted a little, tilting your head. “Yup,” you admitted. “I accidentally told him I needed a fresh set, so…”
Over the weekend, Jungkook told you he had just received his pay. You always told him to save it—a detail your friends didn’t know…but he still insisted on treating you to dinner, telling you not to worry and to just buy whatever you wanted.
In passing, you mentioned your nails, how you wanted a fresh set for the upcoming semestral break. You didn’t mean it as a hint for him to pay; you always tended to babble randomly around Jungkook.
But then he immediately handed you his card.
“Koo, you don’t have to…” you pouted, though your smile was already forming before you even finished the sentence.
Jungkook didn’t even answer you properly. His large hand simply took yours, fingers warm and steady as he guided you through the mall.
“What design are you gonna get?” he asked once you reached the nail salon.
You pouted, “Maybe flowers? what color do you prefer?” you asked now, giggling as you showed him your hands cutely.
He didn’t even hesitate. He always leaned toward soft, pastel tones for you, like he already knew what would look best on you before you even decided.
Light pink.
You nodded immediately when he said it, already excited again, rambling about adding tiny hearts and small details on top. Jungkook just watched you softly, expression unreadable in a way you didn’t notice, before he glanced away and told you he’d walk around for a bit while you got your nails done.
You blinked. That was new.
Because usually, when you were in treatment or stuck in a salon chair for hours, Jungkook would be waiting for you nearby. Either waiting on the couch or answering work calls outside the salon.
But this time, he left.
“Thank you, have a nice day,” you smiled at the staff, not surprised when they told you everything had already been paid for. That part was normal by now. Sometimes you even tried to sneak and pay yourself, but it never worked. Jungkook always stayed one step ahead of you.
When you stepped out later, freshly done nails drying as you adjusted your bag, you were about to text Jungkook when you suddenly saw him coming.
A little distance away with multiple paper bags in his hands.
Your eyes widened instantly. Jungkook lifted the bags slightly when he noticed you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he walked closer.
“Done with your nails, baby?” he asked softly, eyes briefly dropping to your hands like he was checking them properly.
“What’s that?” you asked, voice already shaky, excitement mixing with confusion as your heart started to pick up.
He handed you the paper bags, and you immediately looked inside, your heart thumping when you realized he had bought everything you had been eyeing earlier—the bag, the clothes, the makeup… it was all in there.
“Koo…” you said weakly, your voice trembling the moment you realized he really bought everything, even the lipstick you had only tried on for fun.
Without thinking, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms tightly around him. Your face buried itself against his neck, hiding away like you didn’t want him to see how emotional you were getting.
“Thank you,” you muffled against his skin, your cheeks burning from how overwhelming it all felt.
Jungkook buying you things wasn’t new. It happened often enough that you were used to it by now.
But this felt different.
Because you had told him earlier you didn’t need anything. You had insisted you already had enough—bags, shoes, books still brand new at home. You had tried to sound firm about it too.
And for once, Jungkook had actually listened. Or at least, you thought he had.
Because instead of arguing like he usually would, he had simply taken you to all your favorite stores anyway. Letting you walk around, letting your eyes wander, letting you stop for a second too long at things you pretended not to want. You kept telling yourself you were just window shopping. That you didn’t need anything. That you were being responsible.
But Jungkook was watching you closely, knows what his sweet girl wanted.
He was unintentionally making you fall harder for him.
Your young, innocent heart once again threatened to climb his walls. Without realizing that you were already standing too close to where you belonged.
Jungkook chuckled lowly at your reaction, smiling when you clung to him a little too tightly, like you didn’t want to let go yet. His hands gripping your waist in place.
“You okay, baby?” he asked softly, voice close to your ear.
You finally loosened your grip just a little, pulling back enough to look at him. Your eyes were still wide and sparkling, cheeks flushed pink, lips slightly parted like you were still trying to process everything.
“I… I’m so happy,” you whispered.
His gaze softened immediately, heavy-lidded eyes dropping briefly to your lips before lifting back up to your face.
“Really,” he murmured, pulling you slightly closer again, just enough that there was no space left between you.
You nodded quickly. “So happy, Koo…”
The following school week, you showed up to class with the new bag already in use, carefully placed on the chair beside you. Your nails were freshly done too, and every time you looked at them you couldn’t help but think of Jungkook.
“You almost have a new bag every month, do you even know how much that costs?” Nayeon said, leaning back in her chair as she glanced at you with raised brows.
You couldn’t even argue with that. It was true.
Every month, it was either a new bag or a new pair of shoes, sometimes both.
“And those are branded,” Sana added. “I know Jungkook has a good job, but don’t you think that’s… too much?”
There was concern in her voice, but not really for you.
For him.
To your friends, it looked like he was just spoiling you. Babying you because you were childhood friends, because your families were close.
And from the outside, it probably did look like that.
Like you were simply receiving too much. Like you were just letting it happen.
But what they didn’t see was that Jungkook never hesitated when it came to you. Never treated it like a burden. Never acted like it was something he was losing from.
If anything, it was the opposite. And that was the part you couldn’t explain to them.
Because they only saw what he gave. Not what he felt when he gave it.
“If you keep on doing that, I won’t be surprised if he grows tired of you,” Riri said, shaking her head as her gaze dropped briefly to your bag like it had suddenly become something unpleasant.
The words didn’t land softly. Tired of you.
“That won’t happen,” you said quickly, a little too quickly, like saying it out loud would make it true.
But your friends didn’t look convinced. They rolled their eyes almost in sync.
“Even if you’re close, he’ll still grow tired of you eventually,” Sana added. “Especially if it’s always like that. He’s probably just too nice to say no to you.”
“I honestly feel bad for him,” Riri agreed, leaning back in her chair. “Those things he’s buying? Gosh, he could probably buy a new car already. Everything’s branded!"
The laughter that followed wasn’t cruel, but it wasn’t kind either. It sat somewhere in between—light enough to pass as a joke, heavy enough to stick.
You stayed quiet. Because for the first time, the thought didn’t bounce off you like it usually did.
The dresses hanging in your closet. The bags lined neatly on your shelves. The shoes you barely had reason to wear but still owned anyway. The perfumes that smelled like soft powder and familiarity. The little pieces of gold jewelry he had given you on birthdays without fail.
All of it. All from him.
Your friends kept talking, but their voices blurred into the background. You tried to smile at lunch, tried to pretend you were fine, tried to focus on your notes later like you always did when your mind got loud.
But it kept coming back anyway.
What if he gets tired of you? What if he’s just too nice to say it?
You were so used to Jungkook spoiling you that it took you a while to even recognize the thought creeping in—maybe you were too much. Maybe you were asking for too much without meaning to. And once that idea settled, it didn’t just sit quietly. It spread.
The possibility that he might look at you one day and feel burdened? That the person you trusted most might start seeing you as a responsibility instead of someone he chose?
That possibility hurt more than anything else.
Because even though, deep down, you knew Jungkook wouldn’t easily do something like that… you were still afraid.
So for the following weeks, you changed.
You stopped calling him for help with your assignments. You stopped texting him every small thing that happened in your day. You tried to answer things on your own, figure things out without leaning on him, even when your first instinct was to reach for him.
You were trying, quietly and stubbornly, to be less.
And Jungkook noticed.
At first, he convinced himself you were just busy. School, friends, life—it made sense. He told himself not to read too much into it, not to assume anything, not to disturb you.
But then it continued.
“It’s okay, Koo. I swear I can do it by myself,” you said over the phone one night when he had offered to come over and help you with your assignment.
Jungkook paused at that, leaning back in his chair, one hand still resting near his laptop. He had just finished working overtime, exhaustion still sitting heavily on his shoulders.
“You sure, baby?” he asked more carefully this time. “What is it about? Maybe I can help.”
Three weeks.
It hadn’t even been that long. Not for most people.
But for you and Jungkook, it felt different.
Because since you were seven years old, you had always been there. Always reaching out. Always calling. Always texting. Even during vacations, even during trips, even during the smallest moments of the day—you were part of each other’s rhythm.
And he was used to it. Used to you.
He missed you in a way he didn’t really know how to admit, even to himself. Sometimes he would catch himself checking his phone in the middle of meetings, expecting your name to appear out of habit, confused when it didn’t.
But more than that, he was starting to overthink.
Because he didn’t want to come off as clingy. He remembered what you had said about your dates before. So he held back.
But you holding back too? That didn’t feel right.
Because you were never like that with him.
Always and exceptionally, his sweet clingy girl.
His frustration was leading him to pump his cock every night. After going home from work, he would lie down on the bed still wearing his glasses, not bothering to change his clothes or remove his silver wristwatch. With a grunt, he would pull out his cock from his dark slacks, spitting on his tip in frustration, pumping it hard and fast with the thought of you.
“Fuck, what’s wrong, baby?” he whispers, squeezing the tip of his cock to coax out more precum. His teeth sink into his lower lip as he imagines burying himself between your thighs, determined to eat your wet pussy until you finally tell him what’s been bothering you.
He wanted to please you so badly, kiss your problems away, wanted to fuck you so hard that all your pretty little head would think about was him.
The one-night stands and occasional hookups were not giving him a proper release. He would push the other girls’ heads down harshly on his cock so he wouldn’t see their faces, always fucking them from behind so he could imagine it was you. He would bend their bodies into positions that would make him think it was your sweet little body he was fucking. He always had the stamina to go for multiple rounds because his cock was always so hard even after he came, his mushroom tip pulsing and leaking for you.
It was so bad, so sinful, so dirty.
He wanted to know what was wrong, the urge to tie you down with his chains growing stronger. Yet he was afraid to do that to you, afraid to scare his precious little girl.
“No need, Koo, it’s an easy project. Besides, I have a girl’s date tomorrow so I kinda need to prepare,” you said in a small voice. That was a lie—you didn’t have a girls’ date tomorrow… but you’d rather stay at home than see him.
For the past weeks, he had noticed that he didn’t receive any of your random texts anymore, your silly calls for help with assignments, your usual chocolate chip cookies whenever you stopped by his house, or your clinginess to convince him to sleep over even when he would always decline.
The fact that you were going out with your friends this weekend was also very unusual. Although you still spent time with friends and other people occasionally, three weeks without seeing him at all, felt odd.
The chains of possessiveness wrapped around him once again.
“Can I at least stop by to see you tonight?” he almost pleaded. “I miss my baby.”
You shut your eyes tight, clutching your phone in your hands at his words. The wild beating of your heart betrayed you.
“I m-miss you too, Koo. But… maybe next time. I’m really busy,” you reasoned, hoping he would just drop it and let it go.
Jungkook groaned. Your sweet “I miss you” went straight to his cock, his jaw ticking in frustration as he loosened his black tie to regulate his breathing.
“Koo?” you said nervously when he didn’t answer, biting your lip hard when he stayed silent on the line.
“Where are you?” he rasped, his serious tone almost making you jump.
It was Friday, and you were rotting in your room. In fact, you had no piled-up projects or assignments due because you finished them all just to preoccupy your mind from Jungkook.
The urge to disturb him and spend time with him was strong, but you wanted to prove to yourself and your friends that you were not using him. You were wasting a perfectly boring Friday lying on your bed while thinking about… Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook.
“I-I’m in my room, why?”
“I’ll be there in fifteen. Don’t go anywhere,” he said in a dismissive tone.
“Huh? Koo, you can’t—”
He dropped the call.
Your eyes widened when you realized he would actually come here.
You quickly scanned your room, sighing in relief when you remembered you cleaned your mess yesterday. Standing up, you looked at yourself in the mirror—your cheeks were flushed, your hair a bit messy from lying down, wearing matching ruffled short shorts and a pastel pink spaghetti strap top. You leaned closer, checking if you should apply lip gloss or not.
“Ugh, why am I panicking! it’s just Kookie,” you grunted, pacing around your room, a bit excited that you would finally see him after a long while.
You brushed your hair, cringing when you applied a little bit of lip balm, debating if you should change your clothes or if you would look stupid for getting ready too much.
Your thoughts were interrupted when your phone beeped with a text.
Kookie: Do you want anything? I can bring you something to eat.
A loud squeal came out of your lips, and you immediately placed your palm over your mouth in case your mom would come check if you suddenly fainted or something. You read the text over and over again like it would change its meaning.
“This is the reason why no one compares to you, ugh!” you groaned to yourself, comparing his sweet gesture once again to all the boys you had tried dating.
You were about to reply when another text came in, not from him but from your good friend Hoseok, also a guy who had expressed his feelings for you before, which you rejected. He was good-looking, kind and sweet, but with his radiating energy and personality, you only saw him as a friend. You were glad he didn’t take the rejection seriously, though… sometimes he acted a bit too sweet with you.
Hoseok: hEY CUTIE! I’m downstairs!!!! Let’s hang out!
“What the fuck?!” your eyes widened immediately, rushing to the bedroom window only to see Hoseok outside your house, waving at you with a bright freaking smile.
You rushed downstairs and quickly opened the door, ready to scold him, but he only laughed at you.
“Hobi! What are you doing here? It’s late!” you hissed, grabbing his arm to shake some sense into him.
He only smiled brightly, laughing at your panicking tone. “Chill, it’s only like… 9 PM? Besides, it’s Friday! Let’s go out!”
You shook your head. Although he was very sweet and it wasn’t really bad to go out with him, you didn’t want Jungkook to see him here. The fact that you had just told him you were busy and now you had a friend over would make you look so bad.
“I can’t, Hobi- I-I have stuff to do,” you said, pulling his arm again, almost shaking it.
He rolled his eyes. “Since when did you become so boring? Unless…”
His eyes squinted as he leaned closer to your face. “Do you finally have a boyfriend coming over?”
“Hoseok!” your ears turned red. You were about to push him away when you suddenly saw a familiar black Cadillac pulling over.
Jungkook opened the driver’s seat door, his dark eyes immediately landing on your small hands holding Hoseok’s arm.
You gulped harshly and pushed Hoseok away. The way Jungkook looked at you made you feel small—his dark eyes slowly dragging over your exposed skin. In your panic earlier, you didn’t bother changing out of your sleepwear since you rushed out to scold your friend.
“Uhh, I think I should go.” Hoseok chuckled nervously, stepping aside when he saw Jungkook’s serious glare on him. The way Jungkook’s jaw tightened made it look like he could punch Hoseok at any moment.
With a bright, awkward smile, he quickly left, leaving the two of you alone.
Jungkook stepped closer, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “You were busy, huh?” Jealousy dripped from his tone.
“Koo—”
“Are you dating him?”
“What? No, he’s just a friend,” you panicked.
He raised a thick brow at you, stepping dangerously close and invading your personal space, leaning down to whisper near your ear.
“Then why was he leaning this close to you, hmm?” he mocked, his nose grazing your neck.
Hoseok had been close to your face earlier, but not like this.
Jungkook’s hands circled your waist, pulling you closer until you could smell his cologne mixed with a hint of cigarette—a sign that he only smoked when he was either bored or stressed.
“He wasn’t, Koo, I swear…” you pleaded, your hands clutching his shirt.
You gasped when he softly bit your neck, his hands gripping your hips.
“How about me? Would you let me be this close to you?” he murmured, his voice dripping with heat, rational thoughts flying out of the window.
You nodded almost immediately, eyes soft. “O-Of course, Koo.”
A quiet chuckle slipped from him, low and faint. “Yeah?” he asked, gaze lifting to meet yours for a brief moment before dropping again. “Why is that?”
“Cause you’re my K-Kookie,” you said shyly, the words coming out smaller than you intended, but honest in a way that left no room for pretending. It wasn’t just habit when you called him that—it was attachment, something that had grown with you over the years without you even realizing how deep it had become.
He groaned, squeezing your hips tighter. “Yeah? Then why are you avoiding your Kookie, hmm?” he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on your neck. “Been thinking if I did something wrong baby,” he grunted against you, inhaling your soft scent.
“I’m s-sorry… I just thought you’d get tired of me,” you said quietly, voice breaking as your eyes began to glass over. “I always cling to you Koo… relying on you like this.”
Jungkook stiffened, the fact that you would think about something like that pained him, when all he wanted was for you to cling onto him, to rely on him, to stay close to him.
His gaze lifted slowly, and the moment he saw your face properly—the way your lips trembled, the way you were trying so hard not to cry—it hit him harder than anything else.
“Who put that thought in your pretty little head, baby?” he asked softly, but there was a quiet firmness underneath it, like he didn’t even want the idea to exist. His thumb reached up instinctively, wiping away a tear that slipped down your cheek. “You know that’s not true.”
You sniffled, trying to breathe through it. “I-I know… I just got scared because…” your voice cracked again, and you hesitated, fingers curling slightly as you looked away for a second before forcing yourself to continue. “B-Because I really like you… and I don’t want that to happen.”
Fuck.
Suddenly, there were bricks in your hands you didn’t remember picking up… stacking themselves, one after another, forming something warm, terrifying and inevitable.
Your small hands reached for him then, hesitantly tugging at his shirt like you needed him closer just to feel steady again.
Jungkook exhaled slowly, something tightening in his chest at the sight of you trying so hard to hold onto him while thinking he might let go.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned, pulling you closer. “I like you too,” he said softly, so softly that you almost didn’t catch it.
Your glossy eyes widened, the legos he was trying to build were now finally coming together.
Like your hands had been there all along, quietly sorting through the scattered pieces he didn’t know how to organize, fitting them into gaps he didn’t even realize were empty.
And Jungkook just looked at you—really looked at you—like something in him had finally stopped pretending too.
Your mother had been pleasantly surprised when she saw him walk in, quickly turning into the kind of delighted smile she always had whenever Jungkook came around. After all, it wasn’t often that he visited you directly anymore—you were usually the one going to him.
The two of them ended up talking for a bit downstairs, catching up on things in that familiar, comfortable way that made it feel like he had never really stopped visiting your home.
And then, eventually, you brought him upstairs.
You were sitting awkwardly on the edge of your bed, bunny plushie on your lap while Jungkook stood near your shelves, quietly taking in the changes in your room. It looked different from the last time he had properly paid attention to it—more grown, more you, but still carrying little traces of the little girl he grew up with.
After earlier, your heart wouldn’t slow down, panic lingering beneath your skin at how intimate his presence felt in your room now.
He felt like he was finally your Ken now, but to you, he was the dinosaur to your barbie.
“You still have this,” he said softly, a small smile forming on his face when he picked up the small dinosaur he gave you when you were little.
It was cute, a pink little dinosaur he saw in the mall and gave it to you as a small gift for your eleventh birthday. It was sitting beside your bookshelf, along with some of your favorite books that were given by him.
You let out a small giggle, the tension in your chest loosening just slightly. “I actually still have some of your dinosaurs in my storage box,” you admitted softly. “I didn’t throw them away.”
That made him pause.
He stopped looking around the room and turned his full attention back to you. His dark eyes drifted over your figure, taking in the way your short sleepwear softly clung to your body.
The gentle curve of your breasts, the softness of your thighs and the bunny plushie resting in your lap—the one you insisted looked just like him.
Jungkook swallowed harshly, tilting his head to regulate his thoughts. “Then why is this the only one out here?” he asked, raising a brow slightly while pointing at your pink dinosaur.
You let out a small giggle, putting your bunny aside and swinging your legs a little where you sat. “That’s my favorite. You gave it to me on my birthday, and it’s pink!”
There was something warm in your voice when you said it, something soft and nostalgic that made it feel less like you were talking about a toy and more like you were talking about a memory you had kept safe all this time.
Jungkook’s gaze softened for a second.
His cheeks picked up the faintest dust of pink, almost unnoticeable if you weren’t looking closely. His tongue brushed briefly against his lip ring out of habit as his eyes stayed on you, growing heavier-lidded the longer he looked.
Jungkook took a step closer, the space between you shrank without either of you really acknowledging it, like it was becoming natural to be near each other again in a way that felt different from before.
His hand lifted gently, fingers brushing your cheek with a kind of care that didn’t match how intense his gaze had become. “My sweet girl,” he murmured, almost like he wasn’t fully aware he said it out loud.
You looked up at him, his thumb slowly tracing over your bottom lip, your lips parting on instinct.
“Sometimes I still play with them,” you said shyly. “but not like before, I just… talk to them sometimes.”
‘’You do?’’ His brow lifted slightly, but this time there was something darker flickering behind his gaze—interest, amusement, and unadulterated desire.
You nodded, giggling under his touch. “Yeah, I kinda find them cuter than barbies now.”
He shifted his weight, stepping even closer until his hand slid from your cheek down to your jaw, holding you there gently but firmly, like he wanted to make sure you stayed exactly where you were.
“Hmm, I miss playing with you.” he drawled lazily, his fingers twirling the ends of your hair.
You smiled, innocently nodding your head. “Me too!’’
He sat down on the bed, a tiny gasp escaping your lips when he easily lifted your body until you were straddling him. The way he moved you so effortlessly sent a shiver down your spine, both of your hands landing on his shoulders for balance.
“Yeah?” he whispered, leaning in to press a small peck against your lips.
Your eyes widened. It was so quick, so light, like a feather brushing against your lips. Heat rushed to your cheeks when you noticed how dilated his pupils were.
“Was that okay?” he rasped.
You blinked, and then, slowly, a small smile formed on your lips. Leaning in, you cutely pressed a soft kiss to his lips in return.
“Okay,” you giggled, your eyes sparkling.
Lego butterflies erupted on his stomach.
Jungkook took his sweet time with you. His kisses were slow, shallow, and soft, as though he was waiting for you to feel comfortable. When your lips parted slightly, he slowly slipped his tongue into your mouth, gently sucking on your lower lip and earning a soft whimper from you.
The moment he felt your body relax against him, he deepened the kiss, his brows furrowing as his hands tightened around your waist to keep you steady.
Your breath caught in your throat, the cool metal of his lip ring brushing deliciously against your bottom lip, slick with saliva every time his mouth moved against yours. Whenever soft sounds escaped you, he swallowed them instantly, kissing you deeper as if he couldn't get enough. The wet glide of his tongue against yours became the only sound filling the room.
“Koo…” you murmured softly, your fingers gripping his white long sleeves, a reminder that he had come straight from work.
When he finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva lingered between your lips for a brief moment before snapping. His lips were flushed and slightly swollen, mirroring your own, while his glasses sat faintly fogged from the warmth of your shared breath. And when your eyes met his, the dark intensity in his gaze made your heart stutter.
You giggled shyly and reached up to remove his glasses.
“It’s foggy,” you pouted, your cheeks warming as you held them in your hands.
Using the hem of your top, you carefully wiped the fog from his glasses. You were just about to place them back on his face when he suddenly leaned in and kissed you again.
The way he advanced so fast, like you were the cure to his hunger…it made you wet.
This time, the kiss was needier—hungrier. His tongue slipped past your lips as though he was chasing something, as though you were the only thing capable of satisfying it.
He kissed you with a newfound urgency, flicking his tongue against yours, no longer slow or shallow. Saliva gathered at the corner of your mouth as he deepened the kiss, turning it messy and overwhelming in a way that made your head spin.
You were still clutching his glasses loosely in your hand, but your grip tightened every time he pulled you closer, his tongue coaxing yours into the kiss again and again.
It still wasn't enough for him.
His hand slid to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair at the nape of your neck before tugging gently—just enough to tilt your head back and draw a soft gasp from your lips.
“Koo…” you breathed shakily, trying to catch your breath.
“Open your lips wider,” he murmured against your mouth, voice rough and low. “Wanna kiss you more.”
Your thoughts were already turning hazy, your body warm beneath his touch. When you hesitated, his fingers tightened slightly in your hair, the edge of his wristwatch pressing against your nape and pulling another gasp from you. Before you could gather your thoughts, he kissed you again, his tongue moving against yours before pulling back just enough to catch your lower lip between his teeth.
The way he alternated between sucking and biting made heat spread heavily through your body, your mind blurring more with every passing second. Your chest rose unevenly as you tried to steady yourself.
“Kookie-” you tried again, weaker this time.
He finally hummed in response, like he heard you but didn’t fully intend to stop. His lips moved from yours to your jaw, trailing slow kisses downward while his hand stayed tangled in your hair, guiding your head slightly to expose more of your neck to him.
“Wanna play with you,” he whispered against your skin.
“H-Huh?” you frowned, bewildered when you heard what he wanted to do.
“Wanna play with my baby,” he swallowed hard, tilting his head slightly as his fingers stayed tangled in your hair. “Do you want that?”
He gave a gentle tug, just enough to draw a small sound of surprise from you.
“C-Can we do that some other time?” you said shyly, leaning into him, your hands gripping his arms as you tried to pull him closer. “Wanna kiss you more, Koo.”
A low groan slipped from him at that, almost frustrated. He dipped his head and bit lightly at your neck before soothing it with his tongue, the contrast making your breath catch.
“But I wanna play with you, baby,” he cooed, voice softer now but laced with something teasing, almost mocking in the way he echoed your words from when you were younger.
You whined, your cheeks burning, your body already feeling too warm from him, from the way he kept holding you so close like there wasn’t any space left to escape even if you wanted to.
“But Kookie—”
“Please, baby?” he interrupted gently, lips pressing against your neck again, slower this time, more deliberate.
The sound of your breathing changed when he lingered there, and for a moment you just held onto him, torn between what you were saying and what your body was already answering for you.
When he finally pulls back from your neck to look at you properly, you’re already chewing your bottom lip, brows furrowed at his request, your eyes hazy and unfocused as you cling to him.
“Words, baby,” he said quietly.
You hesitated for only a second before finally nodding, your voice coming out small and defeated, like you didn’t really want to stop him but couldn’t fully say yes either.
“Okay.” you frowned.
He let out a soft laugh at your reaction.
“Is my baby girl sad, hmm?” he chuckled, one hand holding both of your cheeks so he could look at your face properly.
“Jungkook, please,” you whined.
“Jungkook, please,” he repeated, mocking you, amusement clearly etched across his darkened expression.
His eyes dropped slowly over your body—your clothed cunt pressed against his hard cock beneath his slacks, your breasts brushing firmly against his chest, your small hands tugging and gripping him for purchase.
“You’re so pretty,” he groaned.
His index finger traced lightly over your collarbones, watching how your skin would turn pink whenever he touches harder.
“So soft,” he cooed under his breath, his hand sliding downward along the curve of your chest, making you hiss softly.
You looked down at his hand. “K-Koo, what are you doing?” you said weakly.
His fingers drifted lower, resting near your belly button, dangerously close to your clothed pussy.
“Playing with you,” he said simply, head tilting as he looked at you with quiet amusement.
Heat spread through your body like wildfire, your back arching slightly as realization sank in. A liquid warmth pulsed between your thighs, your panties growing wetter with arousal.
“Koo, that’s so—” you couldn’t finish your sentence, a sharp gasp leaving you when his finger finally traced over you through your thin sleep shorts.
“I wanna play with you here,” he murmured, continuing to trace slow circles over your clothed pussy.
A soft moan slipped from you, almost breaking into a sob at the anticipation alone.
“Do you want that, baby?” he leaned in and lightly kissed your lips, eyes lifting to meet yours. His gaze was heavy, dark with need, but steady—waiting, still holding himself back just enough to give you the choice.
“Yes.” you gulped harshly, eyes getting heavy lidded.
“Yeah? you’ll let me play with your little pussy?’’ he whispered.
“Please…” you moaned, cheeks flushed red, eyes slipping shut as you lightly grinded against him, desperate for friction.
He chuckled softly, pecking your lips once more. “I’ll lay you down, okay? Gonna spread your legs so I can play with you properly.”
He guided you down onto the bed gently, positioning you beneath him and carefully parting your legs. You gasped slightly at the change in position, a wave of overwhelm hitting you. You were about to sit up again, but he quickly followed, covering your body with his and leaning down to kiss you softly.
“It’s okay, baby,” he whispered when he felt your panic, his voice low and steady. “We’ll take it slow.”
His left hand cupped your breast gently while the other held your face in place, steadying you as he continued kissing you.
You had never let anyone get this far before. You had shared a few lingering kisses, a few brief touches, but you had never crossed that line with anyone. The thought of letting Jungkook do it now sent a shiver down your spine, your body reacting before your thoughts could catch up.
His nose grazed your neck as he breathed you in, his presence grounding and overwhelming all at once.
“Can I remove this, baby?” he asked gently, fingers holding the straps of your top as his lips brushed against your sternum, waiting.
You nodded, “Yes, please.”
He smiled, slowly removing your top and exposing your baby pink lace bra. A low groan slipped from him at the sight, and he quickly leaned down, pressing his lips against the fabric, his tongue teasing through the cup as your nipples hardened beneath the sensation.
“Oh, Koo…” you moaned softly, fingers tugging at his hair.
His other hand was already on your breast, kneading it slowly as he worked you over. Soft whimpers slipped from your lips when you felt the fabric growing damp from his saliva, the outline of your nipple becoming more visible beneath it, clearly caught under his gaze.
With a deep groan, he pulled the straps of your bra down, exposing your soft breasts fully. His eyes darkened instantly at the sight.
“Pretty girl,” he mused.
‘’Kookie, this is so embarrassing.” you avoided eye contact, trying to cover your breasts.
“Shh, you’re so pretty,” he said softly as he slowly removed your arms from your chest, dark eyes roaming over your figure.
“Look at me,” he added, gentle—but with an edge underneath it.
When you finally did, your eyes almost rolled back when you saw him sucking his fingers, bringing them down to your right nipple. He pinched it, spreading his saliva before rolling it between the pads of his thumb and index finger.
“Oh my gosh!”
“You like that?” he murmured, leaning down to your other breast. He spat on the bud before taking it into his mouth, sucking it softly.
You were a whining mess, your fingers tightening in his hair from the intensity. It was wet and messy, a soft pop following when he released your nipple briefly, only to switch to the other one—his lip ring brushing against your nipple, adding even more stimulation.
“Mmph, that’s so good-’’
Your eyes widened when you suddenly felt his palm press over your mouth, silencing your moans.
“Shh, baby,” he murmured, letting out a quiet chuckle. “Need you to be quiet for me.”
“S-Sorry,” you said shyly, biting your lip as you realized how loud you must have been.
He smiled softly, pressing a trail of kisses from your stomach down to your belly button. “Good girl.”
You quickly covered your mouth when his nose nudged against your clothed cunt, inhaling your pussy as he lingered there a little too long.
“Mmph!” you shifted your legs, but he held your hips firmly in place.
“Baby, keep your legs open,” he groaned, his nose following your clothed cunt.
After inhaling your pussy like he was addicted to it, he slowly pulled your shorts down. Your legs instinctively tried to close, but his hands stopped you, guiding them open instead. The movement exposed the wet patch in your pink underwear, your arousal already seeping through and clinging to the fabric, your inner thighs slightly damp.
“So messy baby, is this all for me?’’ gathering saliva in his mouth, his cheeks hollowed slightly before he leaned down and spat onto your clothed pussy, watching closely as it mixed with your wetness. The fabric darkened further, your cute slit more clearly outlined beneath it.
You whimpered at the feeling, warmth spreading through you as his spit soaked through your panties. But the moment he leaned in again, your legs instinctively closed around his head, trapping him between your thighs.
“Sorry, I didn’t m-mean that,” you said quickly, loosening your grip and slowly reopening your legs.
He looked up at you, expression softening immediately, a small gentle smile returning to his face. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “Just relax for me, yeah?”
Opening your legs wider, he leaned down and ran a slow stripe through your panties, moving from your entrance up to your clit, making the fabric even wetter beneath his tongue. His fingers dug into both of your thighs when you instinctively tried to move again, the sensation overwhelming enough to keep you still for a moment.
He was messily working you through the fabric, groaning softly as he pressed his tongue against you, his mouth trying to suck your clit to make it peek through your panties. The sensation of the wet fabric against your swollen clit was uncomfortable in the best way—overwhelming, and painfully pleasurable.
You quickly bit down on your hand to muffle your moans, but the sounds still slipped out regardless.
When your moans started getting louder, he exhaled sharply and pulled your underwear down, gathering the soaked fabric in his hand without hesitation.
“Open your mouth,” he rasped.
You hesitated for a second before slowly parting your lips, eyes widening when he slid your soaked underwear inside. The taste of your arousal mixed with his saliva hit your tongue immediately.
“There you go, baby,” he murmured, voice softer again. “All nice and quiet.”
He leaned in after that, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek like it was a reward. Then, reaching for the glasses on the bed—the ones you hadn't even realized you'd dropped—he slipped them back on before leaning down again.
“Need to see this pretty pussy clear, baby.” he said softly, adjusting them on the bridge of his nose as he looked down at you.
A low groan left him as he slid his hands under your thighs, pulling you closer. His head tilted slightly as he stared at your bare cunt for a moment longer, like he was memorizing the sight in front of him.
“You’re so pretty,” he bit his lower lip.
He used his fingers to part you further, exposing your swollen clit before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to it.
“Gonna play with you now,” he lowered his mouth to you, tongue slipping into your wet folds, collecting your arousal, tasting you slowly as he began to eat you out properly.
Your moans were muffled by the soaked fabric still stuffed inside your mouth. His grip on your thighs tightened, firm enough for you to feel the cold press of his silver watch against your skin, holding you in place as you squirmed restlessly beneath him.
Every so often, he’d pull back just enough to gather saliva on his tongue, before leaning back in to spit just above your hood, pulling your pussy lips apart so it can trail down over your clit. He’d spread it with his tongue, deliberately working it in, just to make you even messier.
The way he ate your pussy was almost the same way he kissed you—messy, pouty and needy. His mouth stayed slightly parted, expression focused, brows faintly furrowed like he was too absorbed in your cunt to care about anything else.
His hips thrusted unconsciously against the bed, his own restraint slipping the more you reacted. Every soft sound you made went straight through his cock, making it harder for him to hold back. His precum was leaking at the tip, almost fucking the mattress everytime your pussy squelches.
“Mmph.’’ you moaned, eyes getting teary because he wasn’t stopping.
The feeling of your clit on his tongue was addictive—how it twitched, how it reacted to every movement. He kept circling it, sucking, teasing, as if he couldn’t get enough… you were dripping so much that before it could even reach the bed, his tongue was already there to catch it, eager to taste every drop of you. The wet, dirty slurping sounds filled the room, loud and unrestrained. Every time you tried to wriggle your legs, he only pinned you down more, spreading you wider so he could eat your pussy properly, taking his time while adjusting his glasses whenever he paused to look at you.
Whenever he stopped, he’d either spit or simply stare at your cunt, his thumb pushing your folds apart just to get a better view of your swollen clit, already flushed and sensitive from his tongue.
“My pretty little pussy,” he murmured.
The moment he saw your hole spilling with arousal, he leaned in quickly, tongue already out, licking into you and sucking everything back in like he couldn’t resist it.
Your eyes rolled back, your teeth biting down on the soaked fabric, overwhelmed by the pleasure building too fast. Your vision blurred slightly, tears rolling down your cheeks from the intensity.
He was edging you on purpose.
Not letting you finish.
Every time you got close, he slowed down or stopped completely, pulling back just enough to watch you fall apart, waiting for you to settle before starting again. It was deliberate, controlled—like he was enjoying every second of keeping you right at the edge.
“Do you like playing with me?” he asked, voice muffled slightly as he stayed between your thighs, still looking up at you through his glasses.
You nodded quickly, too eager, your body still trembling from the way he was eating you out.
He finally pulled back and lifted his head, his chin and nose wet with your arousal. Calmly, he reached up to remove the panties from your mouth, his thumb brushing lightly against your lower lip as he urged you to speak.
“I-I like playing with you, Koo,” you croaked, cheeks flushed and slightly puffy, eyes glossy, lips red and parted in a dazed pout.
“Course you do,” he said proudly, a faint smile forming as he looked at you. “You’re my girl.”
He softly kissed your cheek, his right hand cupping your swollen pussy while his free hand worked on unbuttoning his white long-sleeve shirt. The belt at his waist pressing lightly against your inner thighs.
When he pulled his top off, your eyes immediately traced his lean frame. His shoulders looked broader up close, easily enclosing your space, his toned tatted arms fully exposed. The way his biceps flexed as he toyed with your pussy drew a soft moan from your lips, the sound escaping before you could stop it.
His left hand rose slowly, wrapping around your throat. The amount of times that watch had pressed against you tonight felt almost sinful.
“Told you to be quiet, didn’t I?” he raised a brow, tightening his grip just enough to make your breath hitch and your eyes roll back slightly.
Your cheeks burned instantly, embarrassed by how easily he pulled those reactions out of you.
You knew you had to stay quiet. Your parents trusted Jungkook completely—after all, he was your childhood best friend. He used to sleep over in your room without a second thought, and the idea that they might hear what he was doing to you now sent a sharp wave of anxiety through your chest.
But it only made you more restless. He was still holding back your release, keeping you right where he wanted you.
He buried his face into your neck, his voice dropping lower as he whispered just beside your ear, “Suck it.”
Before you could react, he slipped his fingers into your mouth. A sob nearly escaped you, your sounds quickly muffled by his long, slender fingers. “Shh, keep yourself busy,” he mocked.
You nearly gagged as he pushed them deeper into your mouth, drool gathering at the corners of your lips and trailing down his hand, dripping onto the face of his watch.
Meanwhile, he used his other hand to slide his middle finger into your tight hole, making your back arch from the sudden fullness. He was so deep already—his knuckle brushing against that soft, sensitive spot inside you, pressing just right.
“You’re so tight, baby. Is this pussy made for me?” he asked in a condescending tone, slowly pulling his fingers out of your mouth so you could answer him.
“Yes, Kookie,” you gasped, struggling to steady your breathing.
“Yes, Kookie.” he mocked, squishing your cheeks with one hand as he repeated your words teasingly.
He pulled his middle finger out of your tight pussy, bringing it up in front of your face. “Spit.”
Still holding your cheeks, he waited, and you obeyed without hesitation, spitting onto his fingers. A gasp escaped you when he spread the moisture between his middle and ring fingers before sliding them back into your cunt, the added slickness making the movement even easier.
“Koo, oh my gosh…” you whimpered, his two tattooed fingers stretching you open.
He quickly found your sweet spot again, the pad of his fingers pressing into it and curling in a slow “come here” motion that made you leak even more around him.
Still holding your cheeks, he leaned in and kissed you—hot, messy, and unrelenting—his tongue slipping into your mouth as he fed you spit, stealing your breath and your sounds all at once. It was as if he didn’t want you to breathe at all, the way his tongue moved inside your mouth mirroring the way his fingers worked inside you.
His hard cock pressed firmly against your inner thighs, grinding against you in slow, circular motions as he kept you pinned beneath him.
When his thumb circled your clit, your body reacted immediately—your pussy releasing so much liquid that you gasped and trembled, watching in disbelief as you wet his hands and his slacks more and more. You tried to push him away, tried to protest, but his mouth only swallowed your moans while his fingers kept massaging that sensitive spongey spot inside you, coaxing you to squirt more for him.
Your legs shook violently, the moment his thumb shifted into a more deliberate rhythm, your walls clenched tightly around his fingers. Your clit pulsed rapidly beneath his thumb, your orgasm crashing through you in overwhelming waves that made your body feel completely unsteady. Your legs threatened to close from the overstimulation, but he kept them spread, refusing to let you escape. His fingers continued working inside you, pushing your cum, just so he could hear how wet you were.
Jungkook groaned against your mouth, you were so warm, wet and so tight—almost painfully sensitive. His fingers became slick with your release, coated in it as your body continued to tremble. When he finally pulled his fingers out, your pussy twitched immediately, still clenching around nothing, leaking more of your cum as your body struggled to settle.
You whimpered when he gathered the cum that dropped, only to push it back inside you. Your weak hands pressed lightly against his shoulders in protest.
“I c-can’t anymore… please,” you muffled, overwhelmed by how sensitive everything felt. Your pussy was swollen, pulsing, too overstimulated to take more.
He finally released your mouth. Your lips felt numb and swollen from his kisses as he looked at you, tilting his head slightly.
“You okay? You’re shaking, baby,” he said softly, concern in his tone—but there was something in his eyes, something almost teasing, like he was quietly pleased at how completely undone you looked.
He lifted his fingers and licked them clean slowly, eyes half-lidded as he tasted you. His cock was leaking so bad, clearly desperate to feel how tight you are.
He rose from the edge of the bed, unbuckling his belt while keeping his eyes fixed on you. His hair was still a mess from your earlier tugging, his pupils dark and blown wide with desire, and the muscles in his arms flexed as he pushed his pants down his legs.
When he finally removed his boxers, your eyes widened as his cock hit his abdomen. It was thick, heavy, and impossibly hard, veins running along the shaft, curving slightly upward, the flushed tip glistening with precum.
He shamelessly rolled the foreskin back, stroking himself slowly… squeezing the base just enough to draw out more precum. A low groan left his throat as he kept his eyes on you, like the sight of your naked body alone was enough to push him over the edge.
The number of times he had fantasized about this—it was almost wrong.
When he placed a knee on the bed, your eyes widened again, that soft innocence still lingering in your gaze. Your legs instinctively closed slightly, your fingers clutching the sheets as if you didn’t know where to put yourself. Your entire body language gave you away—you were still inexperienced, still unsure, your reactions honest and unfiltered.
Everything about you made that clearer. The way you kissed him, the way you tried to touch him, the way you trembled when his tongue met yours—it all showed how new this still was for you. How your body was still learning what it wanted.
And it made him shake.
The way your small hands trembled. The way you whined like you were trying to fight your own reactions. The way you struggled to understand your own desire—it sent a possessive rush straight through him. The realization that he was the only one who had ever seen you like this… the only one allowed to touch you like this.
His expression softened as he slowly crawled closer to you. Instinctively, you shifted back, your spine pressing against the headboard as his presence suddenly felt overwhelming.
“You okay, baby?” he asked gently, his hands moving to your folded knees, easing them open with careful pressure instead of forcing them. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.
“You still want to continue?”
He was hard—thick and aching…but he still focused on you, wanting you to be comfortable, willing to do anything for his pretty girl.
You stared back at him. He was still wearing his glasses, his eyes heavy with lust, though he was clearly trying to soften his expression for you. You gulped harshly when his cock twitched on its own, even though he had stopped touching himself.
When you didn’t answer right away, he smiled gently, stroking your cheek with his thumb while his other hand moved to fix your hair.
“It’s okay, baby. Do you want to rest?” his voice was low and raspy.
You wanted him so badly. In your quietest, most private daydreams, you sometimes wished you weren’t just best friends—that he was already yours in the way you secretly wanted. You were too in denial, too afraid to fully admit it, scared of what it meant and scared of losing him if you crossed that line. So you convinced yourself it was just confusion, just feelings being swayed by him.
But deep down, you knew. It had always been there—your childhood dream of being his princess, him your prince. The pink barbie to his blue dinosaur.
“No… I-I want to continue,” you said, immediately closing your eyes after, embarrassed by how unsure your own words sounded.
Jungkook stayed patient, despite the obvious tension in his body. Even with his cock still hard and throbbing, he waited for you, encouraging you to speak properly.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked softly, his weak eyes locked on yours.
You pouted slightly, reaching for his hand as he brushed your cheek.
“I want you, Koo… ever since we were little,” you admitted quietly, cheeks burning red.
His lips parted in surprise, clearly caught off guard by your confession.
He stared at you for a long moment, as though he were carefully processing your words. Then, gently, he tilted your chin upward, silently urging you to keep your eyes on him. You watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard.
“Is that true? My baby wants me?” he rasped, his heart pounding against his chest. The tips of his ears flushed a deep red as he searched your face for an answer.
You smiled shyly. “Want you, so bad.” you slowly reached for his hands, tugging them softly.
He let out a rough groan, immediately kissing you again, swallowing your gasps as he hovered over your body. He opened your legs wider, positioning himself between them as he slowly grinded his cock against your wet pussy.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he whispered against your skin, his kisses turning possessive as they trailed down your neck. You could feel him sucking and marking your skin, leaving bruises in his wake.
The head of his cock dragged slowly up and down your puffy slit, the sensation making your body shiver as arousal built again almost instantly.
“Been trying so hard to be good for my baby,” he murmured like it was something unbearable to hold in. His hand kneaded your breast firmly while his mouth latched onto the other, his brows furrowed in focus as his tongue rolled over your swollen nipple.
Your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as the crown of his cock pressed harder against your wet folds. His hips moved in steady harsh circles, his pubic hair brushing against you with deliberate rhythm. Precum mixed with your arousal, coating your folds and leaving everything slick and messy.
“Every time you went on your little dates, I wanted to tie you down so bad,” he groaned, his tatted fingers sliding down to spread your legs wider.
He lifted his hips and stroked himself once before spitting into his palm and spreading the slickness along his length. Then he guided himself to your entrance, positioning himself carefully as he lined up against you.
“Fuck, baby.” he looked down, letting out a rough groan at the sight of how small and tight you were against him. The tip of him was thick and flushed red, spitting down again, even though he was already slick with precum, trying to make it easier for both of you.
“I just wanted to be so good for my baby… guide you, give you everything you want,” he hissed, watching himself slowly push into you, his blunt head sinking in inch by inch. Even then, his other hand instinctively moved up to fix his glasses…watching himself enter your tight hole.
You gasped at the stretch, your walls clenching tightly around him as he entered you. The pleasure quickly turned painful—too intense, too unfamiliar—your hands scrambling for the sheets as your body reacted to the intrusion.
“Koo… it hurts,” you sobbed softly.
He didn’t stop. Instead, he widened your legs further, eyes still locked on where you were connected. His lip caught between his teeth as he slowly pushed deeper, watching your body take him in like it fascinated him. There was something almost consuming in the way he looked at your pussy—like he couldn’t look away from the way you were swallowing him.
He spat again, coating what was still outside of him before pushing in further. His thumb moved to open you gently, rubbing slow circles to ease you through it.
“Shh, baby.” he murmured softly.
You gasped loudly when he bottomed out—completely balls deep inside you. His mushroom tip kissing your cervix... your pussy was so stretched, as he filled you fully.
He cursed under his breath, the veins along his neck stood out as a deep flush spread across his cheeks and down his chest. His lips parted slightly, like he was finally relieved to be inside you.
“Baby…” he said weakly, barely able to move. You were too tight, and he could feel it affecting you too.
“You’re so tight, you feel so good,” he whispered weakly, arms braced on either side of you as he held himself still.
You could feel him throbbing inside you, struggling not to move. The way he looked at you—like he was caught between pain and pleasure—made your body tighten around him even more, causing him to twitch in response.
He kissed you again, harder this time, like he was trying to pull your focus away from the discomfort. His fingers moved down to rub your clit, and you whimpered, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as your body felt so sensitive, so fragile under his touch.
His kisses were messy and hungry, as though he were trying to pour all his frustrations from his hard cock into your mouth. When you shifted your hips slightly, he groaned sharply, biting down on your lower lip in response.
“Baby, stay still.” he breathed, holding your hips firmly in place.
“You can move, Koo… I want you to feel good,” you said weakly, trying to roll your hips against him despite the lingering ache. The pain was still there, but with the way he was kissing you and touching you, pleasure was slowly starting to return.
He shook his head, tightening his grip on your hips as he kissed you again, trying to distract you—but you didn’t stop. You rolled your hips anyway, chasing the friction you needed, his cock brushing against you in a way that pulled a soft moan from your lips.
“Baby,” he warned.
You moved again, slower this time, looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
The moment you let out another soft moan, something in him snapped. He let out a low growl and pinned your hips firmly against the bed, holding you still before suddenly pushing his throbbing cock harder inside you. Thrusting deeper and deeper until your body bounced against the mattress, his grip on your waist tightening enough to leave marks, his palms digging into your skin as your body trembled beneath him.
“Go on, you wanted to be fucked like this. right?” he taunted, his voice strained as he angled himself deeper, his tip hitting that sensitive spot inside you that made your eyes roll back.
He tried to circle your hips against him, watching as you arched your back in pleasure and pain.
“Move your hips, baby… fuck me back,” he grunted.
You attempted to follow, but his pace was too fast and overwhelming, your body already slipping into overstimulation. Your moans grew louder as your pussy clenched around him, chasing another peak without even realizing it.
“It feels so good.” you moaned, fingers tangling messily in his hair.
Jungkook groaned, biting lightly at your collarbones in pleasure. “Yeah? Do you like playing with me?” he asked, rolling his hips against you, making your body jolt as your previous cum spilled out with every push.
You shivered at the way he said it—goosebumps spreading across your skin. The phrase no longer sounded innocent like it used to.
“I’ve been wanting to play with you like this,” he rasped, pulling out slightly before adjusting your position with ease, as if your body weighed nothing in his hands.
“Wanted to make you cum like a good girl and give you my well-done kisses,” he murmured in a praising tone, carefully turning you until you were lying on your stomach.
You moaned loudly when he entered you from behind. You tried to arch your back, but his body stayed close—hovering over you, keeping you pinned firmly to the bed. His tattooed arm circled your neck, not choking, but holding you in place so your face wouldn’t press into the pillow. His lips brushed your cheek as his hot breath fanned across your skin, sending a tingling sensation through you.
Then suddenly, your eyes widened—you heard footsteps outside the corridor leading to your room.
You instinctively tried to move, panic flashing through you, but Jungkook pinned your body down, your protests muffled beneath his warm palm.
“Y/N, my dear. Are you awake?’’ your mom’s voice echoed behind the door.
You wiggled, trying to get out of his hold, wide eyes and panicking when you heard your mom twisting the locked doorknob.
“K-Koo—mmph,” you muffled against his hand, trying to move, but he only pinned you down more firmly.
“What’s wrong, baby? Wanna stop?” he whispered lowly behind your ear, his cock twitching every time you shifted beneath him.
Jungkook slid his fingers into your mouth. “Is my baby a whore? hmm?” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin as he continued moving slowly, deliberately, every drag of him inside you controlled and unhurried.
You tried so hard to stay quiet, desperately sucking on his fingers to keep your moans contained. His other arm stayed wrapped around your neck, holding you just tight enough to make your head spin, your eyes already glassy and red-rimmed.
“Jungkook, dear?” your mom called from outside. Usually, she would scold both of you for staying up too late.
Jungkook didn’t stop. Instead, his lips grazed the shell of your ear, his thick veiny cock grinding and circling.
“So tight,” he whispered, dangerously low, his pace slow enough that every movement made your walls feel him even deeper. His crown brushed that spongey spot inside you again and again, drawing out your arousal until you could feel it leaking onto the sheets beneath you.
You whimpered, but he only pushed his fingers further into your mouth, keeping you quiet while he continued moving at that slow, torturous rhythm. ‘’Quiet baby, can’t let her know I’m fucking her sweet little daughter, hmm?’’
Your eyes rolled back, your walls clenching around him as he groaned softly, his lips parting in pleasure. Every time he pushed in, your body seemed to pull him back in even harder—your warmth swallowing him completely.
You were shaking, saliva pooling messily on his fingers as you moved your legs weakly, trying to stop his movements because it was getting too much.
When you heard your mom sigh and finally walk away from the door, Jungkook slowly removed his fingers from your mouth, immediately tilting your head up so he could kiss you.
“You’re so dirty,” he murmured against your lips, voice low and degrading. “Getting fucked in your childhood bedroom like a good little whore.”
You came so hard from his words, his dirty whispers sending you completely over the edge. Whimpering when he held you down to chase his own pleasure, your body hypersensitive and trembling uncontrollably.
Jungkook groaned, your orgasm making him twitch as he came hard inside you. He angled his hips deeper, pushing in as far as he could, his cock oversensitive but he didn’t stop thrusting, the sensation making him whimper as he bit his lip hard, pushing his softening cock deeper, his balls tightening as he spilled his hot load inside you.
“Koo…” you said weakly, wincing when you felt his cum being pushed deeper and deeper.
You were about to close your eyes when you felt him harden again, his cock throbbing inside your spent pussy. He suddenly pulled out and lifted your body up, your eyes widening when you saw him— red and hard again, his shaft coated with thick white juices from both of your arousal.
He pulled your hair gently, standing at the edge of the bed, urging you to come closer.
“Play with my cock,” he rasped, letting go of your hair to hold the base of himself, offering it to you.
You swallowed harshly, weakly wrapping your hand around him. His cock felt heavy in your palm, every vein noticeable against your skin.
“Like this?” you asked innocently, looking up at him while moving your hand up and down, rolling your palm over him in slow strokes.
Jungkook bit his lip, his hand coming up to caress your cheek. “Yes, baby. Give it a nice squeeze for me.” he praised softly.
You smiled, eager to please him, picking up your pace and squeezing his cock while keeping your eyes on his.
His lips parted slightly, jaw tightening at the sight of you. His cock throbbed in your hand, chasing another release, your hand soft and perfect around his girth.
“Suck the tip for me, baby,” he breathed.
You immediately obeyed, opening your mouth and taking just the tip in, sucking on it like it’s your favorite dessert. The moment he moaned, you tried to take more of him, your tongue sliding along the underside of his crown as saliva gathered at your lips.
He cursed under his breath, quickly gripping your hair and pulling you back slightly. “It’s okay, baby… just the tip,” he whispered, softer now when he noticed your teary eyes and flushed cheeks.
You shook your head lightly. “No, I wanna make you cum, Koo. Use my mouth, please,” you said in a small, sweet voice, pouting up at him.
He groaned lowly, the sound strained—like he was barely holding himself together. He swore he almost lost it from your pleading alone.
“Stick your tongue out,” he ordered.
You obeyed immediately, sticking out your tongue all the way out for him.
He crouched down slightly and spat onto your tongue, holding the base of his cock as he tapped his tip against it, spreading the saliva before guiding you back in.
‘’Put your hands behind my thighs, baby.” he groaned.
Your small hands gripped the back of his thighs for support while both of his hands steadied your head.
You gagged when he pushed in deeper, his grip tightening in your hair every time he pulled back. His tip brushed the roof of your mouth, drawing out a rough moan from him. Your mouth was spilling with precum and saliva, gargling sounds escaping as he controlled the pace.
His cock was so big and salty, his plump crown hitting the back of your throat. You twirled your tongue around his length, occasionally sucking the tip and spitting to make him wetter, tracing the veins with your tongue while your other hand moved to massage his balls.
“Fuck, baby. You're doing so good,” he groaned.
“U-Use me, please.” you cried, letting go of his cock to press it against your cheeks, breathing heavily before spitting on it and catching it with your tongue, licking your dripping saliva from the base of his cock all the way up to his tip, repeating the motion again and again while maintaining eye contact.
Jungkook groaned. You were acting like a perfect little slut for him. “Baby, you’re such a dirty little whore,” he said, pulling your hair until your lips parted from the pain. “Do you like sucking my cock?”
You nodded eagerly, trying to suck his tip again, fluttering your eyelashes as if to impress him.
“Like it so much,” you giggled, pressing a soft kiss to the tip before guiding his hand so he could use you.
Jungkook cursed, his patience running thin at how desperate you were, his eyes rolling back as he saw your inner thighs already dripping with a fresh gush of arousal.
Tears slipped down your cheeks when he pulled your hair to guide your mouth, his cock pushing further until your nose brushed against the soft patch of his pubic hair. He kept you still, his grip firm, as you felt him use your mouth like a fleshlight, whimpering harshly when he looked down and saw how beautiful and needy you were for him. With a final swirl of your tongue, he finally spilled inside your mouth, his cock pulsating against your tongue as you made sure to swallow everything eagerly, like a good girl.
When he released you, you almost collapsed onto the bed—dizzy and breathless, your jaw aching from the strain, your cheeks still wet with tears.
He pulled you back up immediately, squishing your cheeks so your lips parted slightly. Leaning in, he kissed you hungrily, slipping his tongue into your swollen mouth. He groaned as he tasted his own salty cum, swallowing it messily before deepening the kiss, licking into you until nothing was left.
“You okay, pretty?” he asked softly, fixing a strand of hair that had stuck to your cheek and tucking it behind your ear.
You nodded weakly, smiling at him despite everything, a little happy that you made him feel good. “Yes, Koo.”
As the sweet girl you always were, a part of you still lingered in uncertainty—quietly wondering if you really made him feel as good as he made you feel.
You had no experience, nothing to compare it to. Although you tried to please him as best you could, you were still unsure, a little insecure, your thoughts circling back on themselves in soft, persistent doubt.
Jungkook’s brows furrowed. He sat down on the bed and pulled you gently into his lap, concern flickering across his face as he noticed you avoiding his gaze.
“Baby?” he called softly.
He kissed your cheek, and although he was getting hard again, he pushed his own desire aside the moment he saw your sad little pout.
“Baby, was I too rough?” he asked softly.
Your cheeks burned as you fiddled with your fingers. “No, Koo… just—” you squeezed your eyes shut, embarrassed by your own thoughts.
“d-did I make you feel good too?” you asked, biting your lip as your gaze lifted to him—soft, searching, and a little shy—unable to hide how much you wanted to please him, how deeply you didn’t want to disappoint him.
He groaned lowly, his hold on you tightening as he gently rocked your body. “Of course, baby. You made me cum so hard,” he said, kissing your cheek again.
You pouted, a little relieved at that, your adorable eyes sparkling again.
“My poor clueless, baby.” he murmured, his kisses trailing down your neck as he inhaled your scent. “Your shy little kisses make me tremble, why are you even worried?” he whispered.
Slowly, he shifted you in front of him, lifting your legs and spreading them on either side of his thighs.
You gasped when you saw your reflection in the mirror across the room—your cheeks flushed, your skin marked in places from his kisses and grip, your legs spread open while he continued trailing soft kisses along the back of your neck.
“Look at yourself,” he murmured, holding your cheek so you faced the mirror properly, his dark eyes roaming over your reflection.
You tried to look away, shy and overwhelmed at how exposed you were, but he tightened his grip on your cheeks gently, his other tattooed hand sliding down to part your folds.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly, his gaze fixed on you, while you could feel his hard cock pressed against your lower back.
You shivered when he licked up your neck messily, his other hand toying with your nipple while he kept your pussy open, your juices slowly leaking from your tight hole.
“Make me cum again,” he whispered, pulling your hood up to expose your swollen clit, his middle finger circling it slowly. “Rub your clit for me.”
Your eyes widened, your small hand shakily reaching down, his dark eyes following your every movement—like a predator watching its prey.
Your breath hitched as you slowly began to rub yourself, his fingers still holding you open while his gaze stayed fixed on your pussy.
“That’s it… rub harder, baby.” he encouraged, pulling at your nipples while grinding his hard cock behind you. You could feel his precum smearing along your lower back as he moved.
You obeyed, rubbing harder, your legs trembling as another wave of pleasure began to build. The way his tattooed fingers kept you open felt so sinful—you could see how pink and swollen you were from how hard he had fucked you earlier.
“Can you feel my cock, baby?” he murmured, his tip brushing against your lower back as his hips pressed into you more insistently. His tongue traced the shell of your ear. “You make me feel so good, I could cum just watching you play with your little clit like that.”
You came hard, your body shaking and gasping as pleasure pulsed through you in overwhelming waves, your clit throbbing rapidly beneath your fingers while his hand kept you open, making sure he could see every twitch and tremble.
Jungkook groaned behind you, eyes widening as he felt himself cum on your lower back, releasing so much that he had to pull you closer, almost trapping you against him. He whispered curses against your ear, grinding through his release until it became too much, overstimulation hitting him hard.
“Fuck, I love you so much, baby.” he breathed, pulling you into a tighter hug.
You smiled weakly, still catching your breath. “I love you too, Koo.”
You turned to face him, reaching for his glasses. He looked at you dreamily, pouting the moment you slipped them off his face.
“Baby, no… I wanna see you,” he said weakly, reaching for you again.
But you only giggled, standing up with wobbly legs, tossing his glasses onto your small pink couch.
“Where’s my nerd?” you teased, circling your arms around him playfully.
He smiled, lips still slightly swollen and red, looking up at you with soft, dazed eyes—completely undone, but warm, and impossibly fond as he stayed right where you pulled him. His hands settled at your waist like it was the only place they were meant to be.
“Still here,” his voice low and lazy, like he had no intention of going anywhere at all as long as you were holding him like that.
Blueberry cheesecake. The kind of sweetness that hits first with a soft comfort, then lingers with a quiet edge of something deeper—something that stays on the tongue long after the last bite…and somehow, like the final piece snapping into place…
the lego hearts he’d been trying to build for years were now finally complete in your hands.
summary: looking for a decent job, you stumbled upon jungkook’s job posting on instagram, what could go wrong?
warnings: playfuldom!jungkook x fem reader, explicit sexual content, clit rubbing, pussy eating, edging, spitting, degradation, dirty talk, multiple positions, detailed smut, jk is very playful in a degrading way, oral sex, camera sex, pussy slapping, choking, praising, usage of slut, cum eating, marking, multiple orgasms, rough sex, crying, overstimulation, fingering, nipple spitting, penetrative sex, creampie.
⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂˚₊┈┈୨୧┈┈‧₊˚⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂
“How about being a barista again? There’s a job opening at Moonlit Cafe down the street,” Hari suggested while you sat hunched over your laptop, endlessly browsing through job postings.
You were still a student, graduating next year with bills clawing at your throat. When college started, you wanted independence so badly it ached beneath your skin. An apartment near the university. Your own keys. Your own groceries. Your own life.
Your parents had offered to cover everything without hesitation, gentle and loving as always, but guilt settled heavily in your chest whenever you thought about it. They were already paying your tuition fees. You wanted them to live comfortably too, without worrying about whether their daughter had enough money for rent or food. So you smiled and told them not to worry, drained your savings account for the apartment, and picked up multiple part-time jobs just to prove to yourself that you could survive on your own.
And for a while, you did.
The first two years of college went smoothly enough. You found decent jobs, saved enough money to live comfortably, and even bought yourself a flat-screen TV after months of careful budgeting. Your days blurred into exhausting routines—classes in the morning, shifts at the coffee shop at night, and weekends spent organizing shelves as a bookstore assistant.
You were tired all the time, but it was a satisfying kind of tired. The kind that made you feel accomplished.
Independent. Adult.
Until the coffee shop let you go.
Budget cuts, they said apologetically, avoiding your eyes while handing you the notice. Part-time workers were the first to go.
You still had the bookstore job, but the pay barely stretched far enough to cover groceries, let alone rent, electricity, and university expenses. Asking your parents for help would’ve been easy—too easy—but stubbornness rooted itself deep inside you. There were thousands of job postings online. Surely one of them would take you.
Only they never called back.
Two months had passed, and your savings were bleeding out faster than you could stop them. Every day followed the same suffocating routine: school, assignments, cheap instant dinners, and hours of doom-scrolling through applications until your vision blurred from the brightness of your screen.
You groaned quietly, rubbing your tired eyes before glancing over at Hari, who sat cross-legged beside you on the couch with a milk tea in hand. She had shown up at your apartment earlier carrying takeout bags and your favorite boba, worry written plainly across her face after noticing how little you’d been eating lately.
“I already applied there,” you muttered with a pout, dragging your gaze back to the laptop. “But they want someone full-time.”
Hari sighed dramatically, setting her drink down on the coffee table. “You seriously need to rest. You’ve been staring at that thing for hours.”
Before you could protest, she grabbed your boba and pushed it into your hands. The cold plastic pressed against your palms pleasantly.
“Drink,” she ordered. “And let me do the scrolling before you spiral into another existential crisis.”
A laugh bubbled out of her as she pulled the laptop from your lap, and despite the anxiety twisting endlessly inside your chest, you felt your shoulders loosen just a little.
You pouted lightly, sipping your boba while Hari busied herself with your laptop. Your brows slowly furrowed when you noticed her opening tab after tab with alarming confidence.
“Why are you on Facebook?” you asked with a quiet chuckle, watching her click somewhere else before another page loaded. “And now Twitter? Instagram too?”
Hari rolled her eyes dramatically, her face illuminated by the screen’s pale glow. “Because the jobs on LinkedIn are painfully boring,” she scoffed. “There are tons of part-time job offers on social media. I swear I saw one yesterday.”
She narrowed her eyes at the laptop suspiciously, scrolling with the intensity of a detective solving a murder case.
A laugh escaped you as you leaned against her shoulder, chewing on the tapioca pearls you had missed more than you cared to admit. You’d been saving every spare dollar lately, cutting out small comforts one by one until even buying boba started to feel irresponsible.
“But you don’t even know if those are legit,” you pointed out, tilting your head at her. “The sites I applied to are safer from scams and stuff.”
“I know,” Hari replied instantly. “That’s why we’re looking for jobs with a pay-first policy if it’s online.” She clicked onto another account before adding casually, “And if it’s onsite, we’ll bring a gun in case things go wrong or something.”
You burst out laughing at that, nearly choking on your drink.
“Hari!”
“What?” she laughed too, grinning shamelessly. “I’m just being prepared.”
You shook your head at her usual nonsense, warmth blooming faintly in your chest despite the stress that had been suffocating you for weeks now. Hari always had a way of dragging you out of your own head, even if only for a little while.
The apartment suddenly felt less heavy with her around.
You were honestly relieved that semester break had finally arrived. One whole month without classes. No early morning lectures. No deadlines. No professors piling work onto your shoulders.
But instead of resting like a normal person, you had thrown yourself deeper into job hunting.
Hari hated that.
As your closest friend, she had spent the last week trying to convince you to take a break—to go shopping with the girls, take an out-of-town trip, do literally anything that didn’t involve staring at job applications until three in the morning.
You declined every single invitation.
Your friends understood your situation, but they also thought you were driving yourself insane. Which, honestly, you probably were.
That was exactly why Hari showed up tonight carrying your favorite food and overpriced boba tea, determined to drag you away from your spiral. She kept trying to tempt you into going on a girls’ trip with them, insisting that one weekend away wouldn’t kill you.
But every time you thought about relaxing, all you could picture were your bills piling quietly on the kitchen counter. So instead, you stayed curled up on the couch beside her, stubbornly searching for a job you desperately needed.
Hari was beginning to look almost as desperate as you. Maybe not for herself, but for you—for the way your shoulders had slowly grown heavier these past few months, for the exhaustion permanently shadowing your eyes. She wanted you to land a job already so you could finally breathe again without worrying about rent and unpaid bills swallowing you whole.
Which was exactly why she was now doom-scrolling through Twitter with frightening determination.
“I really don’t think you’re gonna find a job there,” you muttered skeptically, watching her open an alarming amount of random threads. “Most of those look like scams.”
“Wait, wait—look at this!”
Hari suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to the screen, quickly setting her milk tea down beside her like she was preparing for something serious.
Her eyes widened.
“Okay, this one actually looks promising.”
You leaned in slightly as she read aloud.
mnijungkook on ig posted: i’m looking for someone who can take insanely good videos and photos [of me]. i’ll somehow figure out the equipment myself..! please somehow reach out to me! lol, looking for someone to film for me, seriously. and if you’re good at editing too? let’s go on tour together
“There are so many likes and retweets,” Hari said immediately, already opening another tab to search for the original Instagram post. “This has to be legit.”
The second you recognized the username, you nearly choked on your drink.
Laughter burst out of you uncontrollably, your shoulders shaking as you clutched the cup tighter. Hari blinked at you in confusion while your eyes watered from laughing too hard.
“Hari,” you wheezed out, “That’s Jungkook.”
She stared blankly. “Huh? The boss?”
Another laugh escaped you.
Hari genuinely knew almost nothing about K-pop or Korean artists in general, and moments like this always reminded you just how different the two of you were.
Meanwhile, you had once been painfully obsessed.
You used to stay up until dawn watching livestreams, memorizing lyrics, collecting photocards you definitely couldn’t afford, and keeping up with every tiny update posted online. Back then, being a fan felt like a second full-time job.
But life eventually became busier.
School consumed your mornings, work consumed your nights, and somewhere in between surviving deadlines and paying bills, your fangirl phase quietly faded into the background. You still listened to their music almost daily, still smiled whenever one of their songs shuffled into your playlist, but you no longer kept up with every post or appearance the way you once did.
You guessed you had simply grown up.
Even so, seeing Jungkook casually asking for a videographer and editor on Instagram felt surreal enough to make you laugh all over again.
Not updated enough to know that Jungkook was apparently posting job offers on Instagram now. Or that he was even on tour.
“No,” you laughed, shaking your head as you finally calmed down a little. “That’s Jungkook. From BTS. They’re, like… insanely famous, Hari. This is probably some kind of joke or publicity thing.”
Hari’s brows knitted together in confusion before realization slowly dawned across her face. She clicked onto the Instagram profile, eyes widening at the blue verification check and the terrifying number of followers sitting beneath his username.
Nearly thirty million.
“Ohhh, BTS,” she murmured thoughtfully. “Wait—I think I’ve seen him before.” She squinted at one of the photos. “Wasn’t he in a Calvin Klein ad or something?”
You snorted. “Yeah. That’s him.”
Honestly, you expected her to laugh it off after realizing who posted it. Maybe call the idea ridiculous and move on to another job listing.
Instead, Hari clicked onto his Instagram story again with alarming seriousness.
“That means…” she trailed off.
“It’s probably a joke,” you interrupted immediately.
“This is good pay,” she said at the exact same time, eyes practically glittering now.
Before you could stop her, she pressed the reply button beneath the story.
Your lips parted slightly. You genuinely couldn’t tell if she was being serious or completely delusional right now. Probably both. But either way, you let her continue typing because there was absolutely no chance Jungkook himself would ever see it.
He probably received thousands of messages every minute. Millions, even.
The thought alone felt ridiculous.
“Whatever,” you muttered with a helpless chuckle, giving up entirely. “I’m heating up the rice bowl.”
Hari waved you off distractedly, already multitasking between your laptop and her phone like this had suddenly become her personal mission.
You shook your head fondly before standing from the couch, grabbing the takeout container she bought earlier. The apartment filled with the quiet hum of the microwave a moment later, warm light spilling across the tiny kitchen while Hari continued aggressively applying for a job that definitely, absolutely, one hundred percent was never going to happen.
-
You woke up to the shrill sound of your alarm, already preparing yourself for another long day of job hunting.
Hari went home late last night after spending an absurd amount of time DMing Jungkook and scrolling through social media for more “opportunities,” as she called them. Somewhere between laughing at ridiculous job listings and sharing takeout on your couch, the two of you ended up watching an old Disney movie to help you relax.
She still tried convincing you to go on the girls’ out-of-town trip. You still refused.
No matter how badly you wanted a break, your priorities were painfully clear right now. You needed stability first. A stable paycheck. A stable life. Then maybe you could afford to breathe.
After showering, you made yourself a decent cup of coffee and opened your laptop with a tired sigh, mentally preparing to send out another batch of applications that probably wouldn’t get answered.
Then your phone buzzed beside you. An Instagram notification lit up the screen.
You snorted softly to yourself. “This must be Jungkook,” you joked under your breath, absentmindedly opening the app.
What the fuck.
Your heart nearly stopped when you saw the message sitting in your inbox. The coffee suddenly tasted bitter in your mouth.
What the actual fuck?
“Hari!” you practically shrieked the second she answered your call. “Fuck! I don’t even edit videos! I only know basic stuff! I can’t even record properly without my hands shaking!”
You paced around your apartment while panicking into the phone, one hand gripping your hair as you reread the messages over and over again in disbelief.
Sometime after you went to the kitchen last night, Hari had apparently taken it upon herself to completely ruin your life.
She sent Jungkook your entire curriculum vitae.
Not only that—she also wrote and attached a full cover letter explaining why he should hire you.
The realization alone nearly made you pass out.
And when you discovered she had changed your insta profile picture into a formal-looking one while you weren’t paying attention?
You almost laughed and cried at the same time.
It genuinely looked like you had desperately prepared for this opportunity your entire life.
Your eyes skimmed through the cover letter again, horror slowly mixing with something embarrassingly emotional. Hari had written your entire backstory in there—about struggling financially, balancing school and work, trying to stay independent despite everything.
And then she started lying. Blatantly.
Apparently, according to Hari, you were “highly skilled in video editing” with “experience in cinematography.”
Cinematography my ass.
“Hehe… well,” Hari giggled shamelessly through the phone, completely unbothered by your spiraling. Noise echoed behind her, voices and music blending together enough for you to realize she was already with the girls on their trip. “You have to fake a few things to get accepted sometimes, right?”
“Ugh, I can’t do this!” you cried dramatically, pacing back and forth around your apartment while gripping your phone tightly. “I literally don’t know anything about filming! And what if he sues me for faking my skills? He’s famous and influential, Hari!”
Your eyes darted back toward your laptop sitting open on the table, Jungkook’s message glowing on the screen like a ticking time bomb ready to ruin your entire life.
Hari only laughed harder through the call.
“Girl, just try!” she said between giggles. “Watch a tutorial on YouTube or something. Besides…” her tone suddenly turned suspiciously persuasive, “It’s really good pay.”
“Hari!” you screamed again, horrified.
“God, I still can’t believe he actually replied to you,” she continued teasingly. “You must’ve impressed him with your amazing cinematography skills.”
You groaned so loudly you nearly scared yourself.
The worst part was that she wasn’t wrong about the pay.
Your eyes had nearly bulged out of your skull when you saw the amount attached to the offer. There were so many zeros that your brain genuinely short-circuited for a moment.
That was exactly why you couldn’t let it go.
Out of everyone who probably replied to his story, Jungkook somehow answered you.
You. The probability alone felt absurd.
Thousands of people would kill for this opportunity right now, and meanwhile you were pacing around your apartment like you were preparing for a court trial instead of a job offer.
At first, the teenage fangirl buried deep inside you nearly exploded from excitement. The situation dragged you back to years ago—staying up until four in the morning streaming music videos, binge-watching funny compilations, memorizing choreography you could never actually dance, spending money you absolutely shouldn’t have spent on albums and photocards.
Back then, BTS had practically consumed your life. But time passed.
Somewhere between work shifts, college deadlines, and trying to survive adulthood, you slowly stopped keeping up with them. You still listened to the music, of course, but you no longer knew where they were, what they were doing, or how much they had changed over the years.
Curiosity eventually got the better of you. So you stalked Jungkook’s Instagram a little.
And oh.
Oh, he had changed.
A full sleeve of tattoos now wrapped around his right arm, dark ink decorating skin that used to be bare. Silver piercings glinted against his face in ways that somehow suited him unfairly well. His frame had broadened too, shoulders stronger, body lean and built with the kind of maturity that made him almost unrecognizable from the boy you remembered.
You were used to soft brown hair, oversized hoodies, black skinny jeans, clean arms, and those wide doe-like eyes that made the entire internet lose their minds.
Now he looked mature. Sharper. More dangerous somehow.
A man instead of a boy. And annoyingly enough, it looked really good on him.
“Fuck,” you muttered to yourself, finally realizing you’d been staring at a motorcycle video he posted for far too long.
You immediately locked your phone and pressed it dramatically against your forehead.
“I cannot fangirl right now or I’m seriously gonna lose it.”
Hari kept telling you to just go for it. “You literally have a whole month off from school,” she argued over the phone while you spiraled for the hundredth time. “This is basically the perfect sideline job.”
Sideline job. As if working for Jungkook of BTS was equivalent to tutoring kids after class.
Your stomach twisted anxiously as you stared at the message again. Every second that passed made you feel like the opportunity was slipping farther away. With the amount of people probably flooding his inbox right now, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t change his mind the moment someone actually qualified replied to him.
Your eyes skimmed over his message again, pulse quickening embarrassingly fast.
mnijungkook: hey, i saw your cv ㅎㅎ you really didn’t have to explain everything, but i’m glad you did. i can tell you’re being genuine about this. even without samples, the way you talked about cinematography/editing made me feel like you actually care about it and pay attention to details. sometimes that matters more to me than someone trying too hard to look “professional”
also i get the whole semester break thing. a month is still enough time to try something fun and see if we work well together
don’t stress too much about equipment either because i barely know what i’m doing there yet lol
for payment, don’t worry. if you end up coming with me, i’ll make sure you’re paid well — probably around $20-30k usd for the month depending on the schedule + travel and hotel covered.
send me your contact info? we can talk more properly :))
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“I am not passionate about cinematography,” you nearly whimpered to yourself, dropping your face into your hands. “To hell with cinematography.”
The amount of lies in Hari’s cover letter was genuinely evil.
And now Jungkook thought you were some hidden creative genius with an artistic eye and a deep love for filmmaking when in reality you barely knew how to stabilize a phone camera.
You felt sick.
But then your eyes drifted back to the payment offer. Twenty to thirty thousand dollars. Travel covered. Hotels covered. Your bank account practically screamed at you to shut up and take the opportunity.
So with trembling fingers and the overwhelming sensation that you were actively ruining your own life, you began typing a reply. A reply that dug your grave even deeper.
You agreed with him. You agreed that you were a “good editor.”
You added your contact details while simultaneously praying that YouTube tutorials could somehow transform you into a professional videographer overnight.
Your fingers hovered above the send button before you forced yourself to press it.
You: thank you so much for even considering me :D i really do believe i’m a good editor, especially when it comes to making things feel natural and cinematic instead of overdone.
i’d genuinely love to work for you if you’ll have me. i’m willing to learn fast, adjust to whatever style you want, and work hard during the whole month of my semester break.
my contact details are below, thank you so much!
The message was sent instantly.
You stared at the screen in silence afterward, horror slowly settling into every inch of your body.
Yeah. You were doomed.
-
“Wow, what the hell.” Your eyes widened the second you stepped into the hotel room Jungkook had booked for you.
The past few days had moved so fast it almost gave you whiplash. After you sent your contact details, Jungkook immediately messaged you about schedules, filming dates, locations, and travel arrangements as if hiring strangers from Instagram was a completely normal thing for him to do.
Everything had already been prepared before you could even panic properly.
Your plane ticket? Booked.
Hotel room? Paid for.
Transportation? Arranged.
Food allowance? Included.
All you had to do was pack your bags and somehow learn how to film and edit professionally before embarrassing yourself on an international scale.
Easy.
“I am so spoiled,” you muttered in disbelief, slowly stepping farther into the room. It was huge.
Bigger than huge, honestly. The hotel suite looked almost the size of your apartment back home, warm lighting spilling across polished floors and neatly arranged furniture that looked far too expensive for you to even breathe near.
Then your attention landed on the large table sitting near the windows. And your soul nearly left your body.
Equipment. So much fucking equipment.
Two massive black cameras rested neatly beside a smaller handheld one. There was an iPad, a laptop, tripods, microphones, chargers, lighting equipment, and cables so intimidating they looked like they belonged inside a spaceship instead of a filming setup.
Your luggage slipped from your fingers onto the floor with a dull thud as you walked toward the table cautiously, like the devices might explode if you touched them incorrectly.
Your eyes widened even more.
For the past several days, you have been desperately teaching yourself how to edit videos and film cinematic shots. Watching tutorials until sunrise. Memorizing transitions. Learning random camera terms you barely understood.
But you had been practicing with your phone. Your fucking phone.
Meanwhile these cameras looked expensive enough to pay your rent for the next ten years.
You carefully picked one up with both hands, terrified you’d somehow damage it through sheer incompetence alone.
Honestly, you were still shocked Jungkook never asked for samples of your work.
If he had, your career would’ve ended immediately.
The only thing you could’ve shown him was a mediocre CapCut edit with dramatic black-and-white filters slapped over it to make it look “cinematic.”
You groaned loudly, dropping your forehead against the edge of the table.
“Oh my God,” you whispered into the expensive wood. “I’m actually a fraud.”
You nearly lost balance holding the enormous camera in your hands, quickly tightening your grip before your entire future shattered onto the hotel floor in high definition. “Woah, this is heavy.”
Your eyes stayed locked on the equipment nervously as you adjusted the strap around your wrist, trying your best to look like someone who actually knew what they were doing. Because if Jungkook realized how painfully inexperienced you were, he might personally send you back to your country on the next available flight.
You wouldn’t even blame him. The past few nights had been brutal.
You barely slept at all, surviving almost entirely on instant noodles, caffeine, and pure fear while desperately teaching yourself editing techniques through YouTube tutorials. Your laptop had become an extension of your body at this point, constantly running sample footage you filmed around your apartment just so you could practice transitions, lighting adjustments, stabilization, and color grading.
You even studied Jungkook’s editing style specifically.
The pacing of his vlogs.
The soft cinematic filters.
The random zoom-ins.
The casual, natural feeling of the clips.
You analyzed everything like your life depended on it because technically, your rent kind of did. You were getting paid for this. A ridiculous amount, too.
And there was absolutely no way you could afford getting exposed now.
“Okay…” you muttered slowly while fiddling with the camera settings. “This is kinda… easy?”
You said it more like a question than a statement. Still, you forced yourself to keep going.
You searched up tutorials for the exact camera model, watched setup guides, practiced adjusting focus and lighting, and filmed random clips around the room like an aspiring film student fighting for survival.
At some point, you even started taking artistic shots of your coffee cup near the hotel window. For practice, obviously.
Tomorrow was your first official filming day.
According to the schedule Jungkook emailed you earlier, you’d be accompanying him to a golf activity before the concert. He wanted behind-the-scenes footage for the fans—small moments throughout the day, casual interactions, preparations before performing.
And apparently that was only the beginning. Over the next few days, you’d also be filming soundchecks, backstage moments, errands, workouts, rehearsals, and random snippets of his daily routine while on tour.
Basically, your entire existence now revolves around documenting Jungkook’s life aesthetically.
No pressure.
You used his latest vlog as your main reference while practicing, pausing every few seconds to study angles and editing choices carefully. Honestly, the style itself wasn’t impossible to recreate. It leaned more natural than overly polished, which helped calm your nerves slightly.
The problem was you. You weren’t skilled.
And the more you thought about his expectations, the more your stomach twisted itself into knots.
But backing out wasn’t an option anymore.
Not after the cover letter.
Not after the hotel.
Not after the plane ticket.
Definitely not after seeing the paycheck.
So instead of panicking yourself into quitting, you threw every ounce of energy into learning. Practicing. Training.
Like you were preparing for the Olympics instead of secretly faking your way into being Jungkook’s videographer.
You almost had a heart attack when your phone suddenly buzzed while you were testing the cameras.
The heavy device nearly slipped straight out of your hands as Jungkook’s name flashed across the screen.
Your pulse instantly skyrocketed.
Jungkook: hey, i left all the equipment on the table in your hotel room because i had to leave early for rehearsal. camera batteries are charging already, memory cards are inside the small black case, and i think i accidentally tangled all the wires together so… good luck with that honestly ㅎㅎ
there’s also a pass hanging on the chair for backstage access. don’t lose it or my manager’s gonna kill me lol
take your time checking everything first before we head out tomorrow. and if anything’s confusing just call me :))
You stared at the message for a moment longer than necessary, a smile unconsciously pulling at your lips.
His personality somehow translated perfectly even through text messages alone—easygoing, playful, ridiculously approachable despite being one of the biggest celebrities in the world.
It reminded you exactly why he used to be your ultimate bias years ago. There was something naturally charming about him. Something warm.
You quickly typed a reply before you could overthink it too much.
You: yes! i am checking them out hehe.. the batteries are currently charging, the cards are safe, and i’m currently fighting for my life trying to untangle these wires hahaha
good luck with rehearsal!! see you tomorrow!
The second you pressed send, immediate regret flooded your body. You stared at your message in horror.
Why did I sound like that?
Your cheeks burned violently as you reread the multiple “hehe’s” and unnecessary laughter typed into the conversation like a teenager texting her crush for the first time.
You physically covered your face with your hands.
“Oh my God,” you groaned into your palms. It wasn’t like you were trying to flirt.
Or maybe… just a little bit.
Which honestly made the situation infinitely worse.
You used to be an incredibly dedicated ARMY once upon a time, and frankly, this entire situation was making your heart malfunction.
Working for Jungkook.
Texting Jungkook.
Meeting Jungkook.
It all felt unreal in the most dangerous way possible.
But you forced yourself to set the fangirl part aside before it completely consumed you. You needed to stay professional. Calm. Composed.
Otherwise, you were genuinely convinced you’d suffer a stroke before filming a single decent piece of content for him.
So instead of spiraling, you spent the entire night practicing.
Testing the cameras.
Learning the settings.
Adjusting lighting.
Checking the microphones repeatedly to make sure the audio sounded clean.
You edited random sample clips until your eyes burned from exhaustion, determined to familiarize yourself with the equipment enough to at least fake confidence tomorrow.
And somehow, by pure fear-driven determination alone, morning arrived faster than expected.
You woke up early to practice filming one last time before leaving, moving around the hotel room with nervous energy buzzing beneath your skin. You were oddly dedicated now—almost desperate—to prove that hiring you wasn’t a mistake.
After showering, you dressed carefully in clothes that screamed “professional videographer” despite the fact that you absolutely were not one.
A black long-sleeved polo, dark slacks and black shoes. You even tied your hair back neatly, staring at yourself in the mirror afterward like you were about to infiltrate the FBI instead of filming golf content.
A knock sounded at your hotel door.
“Good day, Ms. Y/N. Are you ready?”
You immediately straightened up before opening it, greeted by one of the bodyguards Jungkook assigned to escort you. His black shades reflected your visibly nervous expression back at you.
“Yes,” you answered quickly, trying to sound more confident than you felt.
Before leaving, you double-checked everything one last time—the batteries, memory cards, laptop, chargers—making sure nothing important was missing before following the bodyguard downstairs.
Outside, a sleek black car waited for you.
Your heartbeat quickened the moment you stepped inside.
You were scheduled to arrive an hour earlier than Jungkook so you could prepare the equipment and set everything up properly before filming started. Which meant you had an entire hour alone to panic in peace.
The ride itself was painfully quiet. Only the soft hum of the air conditioner filled the car while city lights blurred past the tinted windows. Your hands rested stiffly over your bag, fingers nervously tapping against the expensive camera inside while your thoughts spiraled endlessly.
You swallowed hard. “I can do this,” you whispered quietly to yourself.
Though honestly, you sounded unconvinced. The moment the golf course entrance came into view, your stomach twisted so violently you almost gagged.
Oh God. This was actually happening.
The bodyguard escorted you inside shortly after, guiding you toward the smaller private golf area before leaving you alone to prepare your setup.
The silence that followed felt enormous.
You slowly placed the equipment down, inhaling deeply as the morning breeze brushed against your face. The golf course stretched beautifully beneath the early sunlight, calm and expensive and intimidating all at once.
And somewhere in the middle of unpacking tripods with trembling hands, one horrifying realization settled heavily into your chest.
Soon, Jungkook was going to arrive.
You looked around quietly, taking in the golf course while trying to calm the violent beating of your heart.
The place felt tucked away from the rest of the world somehow—small, peaceful, almost unreal in its stillness. Unlike the massive championship courses you usually saw online, this one felt more intimate. The holes were laid out closer together across smooth fairways trimmed so perfectly they looked like green velvet beneath the morning sun.
Small sand bunkers curved around the landscape, soft hills rolling gently beneath clean white flags planted in the distance.
No screaming crowds. No cameras flashing endlessly. Just the distant rustling of trees, the muted hum of golf carts somewhere farther away, and every now and then, the satisfying thunk of a golf club striking a ball cleanly through the air.
Though, it would’ve been relaxing if you weren’t moments away from throwing up from anxiety.
Your hands were already sweaty as you unpacked the equipment carefully, trying not to look like you had absolutely no clue what you were doing. You adjusted the camera repeatedly, searching for decent angles while silently thanking every higher power possible that there weren’t many people around.
Only a few locals occupied the course, minding their own business.
Good.
Less witnesses for your downfall.
You became so focused on testing camera movements and practicing steady shots that you completely failed to notice someone approaching behind you.
It wasn’t until you angled the camera upward during practice that your soul nearly exited your body.
Jungkook stood directly in frame, smiling right into the lens. Your heart stopped.
“Hi,” he greeted warmly, amusement flickering across his face as he glanced at the camera in your hands. “Looks like you’re having fun already.”
A black sports bag rested beside your equipment now, meaning he must’ve walked over while you were too busy pretending to be a professional filmmaker to notice.
Your eyes widened instantly. “Oh my God—”
You almost tripped over your own feet while hurriedly lowering the camera, panic rushing through your body all at once.
“I was just, um—checking the angles,” you explained nervously, mentally cursing yourself for sounding so awkward. “Nice to meet you! I’m Y/N.”
You quickly wiped your damp palms against your slacks before offering your hand to him politely.
Up close, he somehow looked even more unreal. Tall, broad-shouldered, with beautiful tattoos curling around his arm, silver piercings catching the sunlight softly whenever he smiled.
And unfortunately for your sanity, he was even more handsome in person. Ridiculously so. The kind of handsome that made it difficult to think properly when he looked at you for too long.
He chuckled softly before taking your hand in his. His grip was warm.
Your brain short-circuited immediately.
Dressed in a fitted white polo shirt and black Nike shorts, a black cap resting low over his dark hair in a way that somehow made him look both ridiculously expensive and effortlessly casual at the same time.
The shirt did absolutely nothing to hide how built he was.
You could see the outline of his muscles beneath the fabric every time he moved, his shoulders broad enough to almost completely block the sunlight from where you stood.
“Hello,” he said warmly, shaking your hand once. “I’m Jungkook. Nice to meet you too.” Your cheeks instantly burned.
Seeing him through a screen was one thing. Seeing him in person felt entirely different.
He was so much more charismatic up close it almost irritated you. His bunny teeth peeked out whenever he smiled, eyes crinkling slightly at the corners while he spoke in that easy, friendly tone that made it impossible not to relax around him.
His entire aura felt bright somehow. Light. Dangerously charming.
You were absolutely screwed.
“I’ll leave the filming techniques up to you,” he continued casually, walking over toward the cooler nearby. “Feel free to film me however you want. No pressure.”
No pressure.
As if your nervous system wasn’t already collapsing in on itself.
He grabbed a cold bottle of water before offering another one toward you naturally, like this entire situation wasn’t surreal at all.
“Thank you,” you answered quickly, taking the bottle before immediately setting it aside again. “Uh—I’ll start filming now!”
You lifted the camera again with almost aggressive determination, eager to gather as much footage as possible. More clips meant more editing options later. More editing options meant a smaller chance of exposing yourself as a complete fraud.
Jungkook raised an amused brow at your sudden seriousness, his gaze briefly traveled over your outfit before returning to your face.
“You sure?” he asked lightly. “You don’t wanna eat first? I still have to stretch and stuff anyway.”
You shook your head immediately. “Nope.”
Your grip tightened around the camera slightly. “I wanna include behind-the-scenes snippets too, so…” you explained, trying your best to sound professional despite your racing heart. “This would actually be good footage.”
The determination in your voice made Jungkook smile again. And for some reason, that tiny look of approval made your stomach flip harder than it should have.
Jungkook chuckled softly. “Alright,” he said easily. “Just tell me if you need specific details or angles.”
Then he walked toward the side of the golf course to begin stretching.
You immediately followed after him with the camera clutched in your hands exactly the way you practiced all night, quickly pressing record before your nerves could stop you.
At first, things seemed to be going surprisingly well. You filmed everything.
His warm-ups were slow, deliberate—like he was already in control of everything around him.
The way he adjusted his gloves with quiet precision. The subtle flex of his arms as he set up his iron, muscles shifting beneath fabric like something effortless and practiced. The clean, confident swing of the club cutting through air before striking the ball with a sharp, satisfying sound. The soft crunch of grass beneath his shoes as he shifted his stance, grounding himself between each shot.
Then the stillness between it all.
Him sitting down beneath the shade, momentarily retreating from the sun. Him lifting a bottle of water to his lips, throat moving as he drank, the back of his hand brushing sweat away from his neck without much thought.
You practically documented his entire existence.
At one point, you even almost followed him toward the restroom before your brain caught up with your body at the last second.
You genuinely thought you were doing an amazing job.
From your perspective, more footage meant more options later during editing. You didn’t want to miss a single moment that could potentially look cinematic or useful.
But from Jungkook’s perspective… It was a little concerning.
At first, he simply watched quietly. He noticed the small mistakes immediately—the way you held the camera too stiffly sometimes, the awkward adjustments of the lens, the shaky transitions between movements.
Still, he tried convincing himself that maybe you were just getting comfortable with the equipment. Maybe you simply needed time.
But as the day continued, realization slowly settled in. Especially when he caught you aggressively zooming into completely unnecessary details before quickly rotating the lens too fast, creating footage that would probably look dizzying when played back.
Beginner.
The word settled into his thoughts almost instantly. You followed him everywhere with unwavering focus, constantly checking the framing, adjusting settings, filming from different angles even when your hands visibly started struggling beneath the camera’s weight.
By the time he returned from the restroom later that afternoon, he paused slightly at the sight of you near the equipment table.
You were rotating your shoulders carefully with a tired grimace, trying to ease the soreness from carrying the camera all day. Sweat clung lightly against your forehead beneath the heat of the sun, and your fingers looked faintly red from gripping the equipment for hours.
Still, the moment you noticed him approaching again, you instinctively reached for the camera.
“I think you have enough footage for today,” Jungkook said quietly before you could pick it up again.
His voice carried something firmer now. Your hands froze mid-motion.
You blinked at him in confusion. “Huh?” you asked, adjusting your grip on the camera. “But you’re not done yet.”
He was still in the middle of playing. There were still shots left, more footage you could take, more angles you could practice.
But instead of continuing, Jungkook simply placed the iron back onto the rack with a quiet sigh.
Something about his body language had changed. Subtle, but noticeable.
The playful brightness from earlier dimmed slightly, exhaustion settling into the slope of his shoulders as he rubbed the back of his neck.
And suddenly, anxiety crept beneath your skin.
Was he disappointed?
The answer was yes. Not angry—he wasn’t angry. But disappointed enough to realize the truth little by little throughout the day.
You don’t have any clue on what you were doing.
The way you handled the camera, the inconsistent framing, the random zoom-ins, the awkward adjustments every few seconds—it was painfully obvious that you were inexperienced.
And for a brief moment, ugly thoughts crossed his mind despite himself.
He trusted you.
Even without polished sample reels or impressive portfolios, he still chose to trust you. Your cover letter had been painfully sincere, especially the part about wanting independence. Wanting to do things on your own so you wouldn’t burden your parents. Wanting to make them proud. Wanting to stand on your own feet.
That part stayed with him longer than it should have.
A lot of people sent him impressive applications. High-quality edits. Cinematic videos. Professional portfolios crafted carefully to catch his attention. Thousands of direct messages flooded his account constantly, most of them blending together into meaningless noise after a while.
But yours stood out somehow.
Maybe it was the formal profile picture that made him laugh- looked strangely earnest among the endless stream of unserious messages. Maybe it was the desperation hidden between your carefully written sentences. Or maybe it was simply because your letter resonated with him more than he expected it to.
He understood that kind of desperation.
That overwhelming need to prove yourself to the world.
He had been independent from a young age too, forced to grow up far earlier than most people ever had to. He knew what it felt like to carry pressure so heavy it started shaping the person you became.
But still—
Maybe you lied just to get close to him.
Maybe you wanted the money.
Maybe you were just another person trying to take advantage of him somehow.
God knew he had already met far too many people like that.
But every time those thoughts surfaced, they disappeared almost instantly the second he looked at you again.
Because you were trying so hard. Too hard, honestly.
The determination written across your face all day felt painfully genuine, from the way you followed him around with aching arms to the sweat gathering near your forehead while you forced yourself to keep filming despite your obvious exhaustion.
You looked less like a manipulative opportunist and more like someone desperately trying not to fail.
Still, disappointment lingered quietly beneath his ribs. A dull ache he couldn’t quite shake away no matter how sincere you looked trying to impress him.
And instead of sending you home immediately, another thought slowly crept into his mind.
Something dangerous.
Something mean.
Something dirty enough to make his pulse slow.
He wanted to punish you for it.
Not enough to truly hurt you—never that—but enough to make you understand exactly what happened when you lied to him. Enough to leave you breathless beneath the weight of his attention, overwhelmed by the consequences of trying to fool him so boldly.
Jungkook had always been competitive for a reason.
He hated losing, hated being made a fool of.
And now that you had managed to slip past his guard so easily, there was no way he was letting you walk away untouched by it.
Oh, he was going to have so much fun with you.
“I wanna film something,” he finally said instead, voice quieter now. More serious.
Your breath caught slightly at the sudden change in tone. The warmth from earlier had faded into something calmer. Harder to read.
“Oh,” you answered softly, momentarily caught off guard. “Okay! What kind of content?”
You quickly stood up and began fixing the equipment into your bags, noticing him grab his car keys from beside his sports bag.
“You’ll see,” he said simply, before turning toward the exit.
Your own brows furrowed in confusion. The schedule he sent clearly stated golf content for today. Nothing else.
Still, you followed him quietly anyway. When he told you to ride with him instead of the escort vehicle, your confusion deepened even more, though you didn’t question it aloud. Maybe he wanted driving footage or some cinematic clips for the vlog.
That had to be it.
Your heart thumped nervously as you climbed into his car beside him, immediately noticing how sleek and absurdly expensive the interior looked. The soft scent of fresh mint lingered in the air, clean and comforting somehow.
The realization that you were sitting inside Jungkook’s car with Jungkook himself nearly made your soul leave your body.
Your hands instinctively reached toward the camera bag.
“No,” Jungkook chuckled softly the moment he noticed. “You’re not gonna film here, pretty girl.”
Pretty girl.
Your entire brain stopped functioning. Heat rushed violently into your cheeks as you slowly pulled your hands away from the bag.
“Oh,” you answered weakly. “Okay…”
You bit your lip afterward, turning slightly toward the window to hide your expression while curiosity twisted tighter inside your chest.
Where exactly was he taking you?
The moment you saw the familiar hotel building come into view through the windshield, confusion settled deeper into your chest.
You followed Jungkook quietly through the lobby, nerves buzzing beneath your skin with every step.
He had gone strangely quiet after golf. Still calm, still composed—but not as bright as before. The easy smiles disappeared, replaced by something heavier lingering beneath his expression, and it made your stomach tighten painfully.
“Uhm…” you started carefully while standing beside him inside the elevator. “Are you gonna get a few more cameras or something?”
The elevator doors slid shut. Jungkook glanced at you briefly, his doe eyes half-lidded in a way that made your throat suddenly feel dry.
“Take a guess.”
Your heartbeat stumbled. Something about his tone made nervousness crawl violently through your body. And when the elevator finally opened onto your floor, Jungkook grabbed your wrist without warning.
You gasped softly, he dragged you out impatiently, long strides carrying the two of you quickly down the hallway toward your hotel room. His grip wasn’t painful, but firm enough to make your pulse race uncontrollably beneath your skin.
By the time you stopped in front of your door, your mind was already spiraling. Jungkook looked down at you expectantly, his pupils dilated, still holding your wrist while waiting for you to unlock the room.
Did he figure it out? The thought struck so hard your chest physically tightened.
Your fingers trembled slightly while pulling out the keycard. Guilt flooded your system all at once, thick and suffocating.
You were scared.
Scared he’d yell at you. Scared he’d confiscate the equipment. Scared he’d have you booked on the next flight home before you even had a chance to explain yourself.
Completely unaware of the way his dark, playful mind worked. Completely unaware of how badly he wanted to punish you.
“Jungkook, I—”
But the words died immediately when he walked past you instead.
He took the camera bag from your hands and moved straight toward the table, pulling out the camera you used earlier before checking the rest of the equipment you left behind.
You blinked in confusion. Huh?
Jungkook grabbed another camera calmly before setting up one of the tripods with practiced ease. The way his fingers moved across the equipment was fast and precise, adjusting settings effortlessly while rotating the camera into position like second nature. His shoulders flexed beneath the white polo each time he lifted the tripod, veins bulging faintly along his tattooed forearms while he fixed the lighting behind it.
Your lips parted slightly without meaning to. He looked ridiculously good doing something as simple as setting up cameras.
“W-What are you doing?” you stammered, confused.
Jungkook glanced back at you over his shoulder while tightening something near the tripod head.
“Sit on the bed for me.”
Your stomach flipped violently. “H-Huh? I mean okay,” you answered quietly, swallowing hard before slowly moving toward the bed.
You sat carefully near the edge while watching him continue adjusting the setup.
With one hand alone, Jungkook lifted the heavy tripod effortlessly and positioned it directly in front of the bed, angling the camera downward toward where you sat.
The veins along his arms flexed again beneath the strain.
Your throat went completely dry. The room suddenly felt much smaller than before.
Hotter too.
You watched silently as he grabbed another tripod, this time placing it to the right side of the bed. Both cameras pointed directly at you now. And for some reason, the sight made your heartbeat pound harder than ever before.
He looked through the camera lens carefully, head tilting slightly as he adjusted the angle. “Lay down on the bed.”
Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “What—”
“Lay down.” he commanded sharply.
This time, his tone came out firmer. Serious. Leaving absolutely no room for argument.
And somehow, the way he looked at you through the camera lens sent a sharp shiver crawling down your spine.
To your own horror, excitement slowly started mixing with the fear curling inside your stomach.
You almost wanted to slap yourself for it.
You swallowed hard before slowly slipping your shoes off, awkwardly climbing farther onto the bed until your back rested against the headboard.
Every movement suddenly felt painfully self-aware beneath the cameras pointed directly at you.
Jungkook poked the inside of his cheek thoughtfully while studying the frame through the viewfinder, eventually stepping forward again to move the tripod closer.
Before you could shift yourself lower against the mattress, he suddenly walked toward you instead. Your breath hitched the second he crouched down in front of you holding the clip-on microphone.
He leaned in close enough for you to catch the faint scent of mint lingering on him.
“You forgot these earlier,” he said lightly, though there was something mocking beneath the softness of his voice now.
“Oh,” you answered weakly. “Uhm… I was in a rush, so…” Your cheeks burned instantly from embarrassment.
Of course you forgot the microphones!
Jungkook raised a brow slowly. “You were in a rush?” he repeated with a quiet chuckle before standing back up again.
Then he walked toward the table and grabbed the smaller digital camcorder, casually aiming it toward you.
The amount of cameras pointed at you now made your stomach twist uncomfortably. Instinctively, you tried sitting up straighter, but Jungkook stopped you immediately.
“Stay still,” he said calmly. “I wanna test the cameras.”
“Test the cameras?”
“I think you need a little demo, baby.” Your heartbeat stopped. “You weren’t doing a very good job earlier.” The teasing mockery in his tone hit you like a truck.
And suddenly everything crashed down at once. Your eyes widened in horror.
Fuck.
He knew.
Of course he knew!
Heat rushed violently into your face and neck, humiliation crawling across your entire body so intensely it almost hurt. Your chest tightened painfully while tears burned behind your eyes before you could stop them.
You looked away instinctively, shame flooding every inch of you.
God, this was so embarrassing.
“J-Jungkook, please,” you stammered quickly, panic slipping into your voice. “I’m not trying to scam you or anything, it’s just that—”
He stepped closer until his knees brushed against the edge of the bed.
And somehow, that almost satisfied look on his face made your stomach twist even more.
You looked so shy. So cornered. Like a poor little thing unknowingly walking straight into his hands.
His gaze lingered on you with dangerous amusement, as though you had already become his favorite test subject for the cameras.
Dark lazy eyes dragged slowly across your body, taking their time, shamelessly roaming over every inch of you while his imagination sparked vividly to life. You could almost see the thoughts forming behind his eyes—every filthy thing he wanted to do to you, every position he wanted to bend you into, every sound he wanted to force out of your mouth while the cameras kept recording.
And somehow, what excited him even more was the thought of filming it all. Editing it afterward. Watching you fall apart for him frame by frame.
“Shh,” he murmured softly. “It’s okay.”
Your watery eyes lifted toward him immediately. “I’ll teach you how to film, hmm?” he said mockingly.
“W-What?” Your lips parted in disbelief.
Jungkook tilted his head slightly, dark eyes fixed on yours with an unreadable expression.
“Gonna show you the right angles, baby,” he cooed. “What do you think?” He smiled without humor.
The contrast made you shiver. “B-But…”
“Will you cooperate with me?” he asked, voice smooth and almost condescending, like he was speaking to a child. His fingers tapped lightly against one of the cameras beside him. “We wouldn’t want these cameras to go to waste, would we?”
Your throat tightened. Part of you wanted to disappear completely. To book the next flight home, apologize profusely, and somehow repay every expense he wasted on you.
But another part of you—the younger version buried deep inside your chest, the girl who once stayed up all night watching his videos and smiling at her screen—couldn’t let go of this moment.
Because despite everything, Jungkook still hadn’t thrown you out.
He wasn’t yelling at you.
He was giving you another chance.
And maybe that meant you still had an opportunity to prove yourself.
Thousands of people probably wanted your position right now. Yet somehow, he was still here. Patient enough to teach you himself.
Completely unaware of how dangerous that patience actually was.
Because the lessons Jungkook had in mind were nothing like the ones you were expecting.
So slowly, you nodded.
Hope flickered weakly beneath your embarrassment while your thoughts tangled themselves around one desperate need: to impress him somehow.
“Okay,” you whispered nervously. “I—I learn fast when someone’s teaching me and…”
Jungkook raised a thick brow at you. “Pretty girl’s a fast learner, huh?”
Your cheeks immediately reddened again. You nodded shyly despite the obvious teasing in his tone, unconsciously pouting a little from embarrassment.
His eyes went down to your lips, eyes darkening. “Can you count the cameras for me?” he asked a bit impatiently.
You glanced around quickly toward the setup.
The two cameras mounted on tripods.
The camcorder in his hand.
“There’s three,” you answered softly.
Jungkook chuckled under his breath. “Good job, baby.” he slowly lifted the camcorder higher, zooming the lens closer toward your face.
“Now look here.”
You shyly looked into the camera lens, your cheeks dusted with pink beneath the warm lights.
The way Jungkook stared at you through the camcorder made you shrink into yourself slightly, suddenly aware of every little movement you made on the bed.
He tilted his head slowly. “So pretty.”
Your breath caught in your throat. Heat crawled up your neck as you shifted uncomfortably against the mattress, fingers curling slightly into the sheets. The entire situation suddenly felt strangely intimate, and for a second your thoughts drifted somewhere dangerous before you quickly forced yourself to focus again.
This is just a demo.
He’s teaching you.
Nothing else.
“Open the first few buttons of your top,” he said, voice quieter now as he continued looking at you through the camcorder.
Your eyes widened instantly.
Did I hear that right?
“W-What?” you nearly choked out, pulse quickening embarrassingly fast despite how badly this entire situation could end for you.
And somehow, against all logic, excitement started curling through your stomach.
“Need you to cooperate, baby,” he answered smoothly. “Come on, do a nice show for me.”
The teasing edge in his tone made your stomach twist nervously.
You hesitated for a moment before slowly bringing your shaky fingers toward your top, feeling painfully aware of the cameras pointed at you from different angles.
Jungkook watched carefully through the lens, adjusting the focus ring slightly while observing the framing.
“That’s it.” he encouraged.
You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, fingers trembling as you slowly undid the first few buttons of your blouse. Heat crawled up the back of your neck, burning the tips of your ears as the reality of the situation settled deeper beneath your skin.
He’s filming a sex tape.
You were so fucking stupid because instead of panicking properly, instead of running or completely losing your mind, you were following him blindly. Worse—you were getting excited.
Fuck, you should’ve been crashing out right now.
But the way he looked at you— God.
It felt like he wanted to devour you whole. His dark eyes dragged over every inch of exposed skin with quiet hunger, liquid heat pulsed embarrassingly between the gap of your thighs before you could stop it.
“Open your eyes baby, stare at the camera.” he said firmly, an obvious edge underneath it.
You slowly opened your eyes. Your cheeks were already burning, breath uneven as you finished unbuttoning the last one, revealing just enough of your chest to make your thoughts scatter. The camera lens felt heavier now, more invasive, like it was watching you breathe, waiting for you to make the wrong move.
“Hmm…touch your breasts baby, give it a nice squeeze for me.” he whispered, still holding the camcorder, directing it with the ease of someone who knew exactly what every angle captured.
Completely under his control, you obeyed, your hands moving hesitantly at first before you held yourself through the fabric, giving a light squeeze that made your breath hitch. You bit down on your lower lip, trying to stay steady, trying to keep your eyes locked on the camera like he told you, even as your vision softened at the edges and your body betrayed your focus.
The room felt smaller now. Heavier.
You were getting so wet.
Jungkook let out a low groan, eyes still fixed through the lens.
“Remove your top, wanna see your pretty nipples.”
Your ears burned red at the filthy undertone. With shaky hands, you slowly pulled your top off, revealing the white lace bra beneath. The delicate fabric hugged the soft swell of your breasts perfectly, and the moment Jungkook’s eyes settled on them through the camera lens, another wave of heat rushed through your body.
You slowly tugged at the first strap, then the second, freeing your breasts as your nipples hardened, flushed and sensitive against the cool air.
“That’s it,” he instructed, voice steady. “Roll those pretty nipples for me.”
You obeyed, pinching them gently before rolling them between your fingers. Your lips parted at the rush of sensation that followed, breath catching as your panties got more stickier with your arousal.
When your gaze dropped, you noticed the strain in his black shorts—the obvious tent pressing against the fabric. A shiver ran down your spine at the realization that despite his composed, professional expression as he filmed you, he wasn’t unaffected.
He groaned, zooming in on how you were rolling and pinching your nipples, his cock throbbing at the sight, precum leaking from its mushroom tip.
“Bring your hand to your mouth,” he ordered, directing the camera at your face. “Now, spit on it.”
You whimpered. Like a good girl, you gathered your saliva and spat thickly onto your palms, showing it to him after.
He bit his lower lip, his cock getting so hard from your submissiveness. “Good girl, now rub it on your nipples—make it nice and wet for me,” he rasped.
You rubbed the spit on your breast, the warm, sticky fluid on your nipples feeling so raw and dirty, spreading the saliva messily as he watched you through the lens with hooded eyes.
You were getting so horny, the dirty act turning you on so much that you could feel your panties sticking to your core.
“Look at you,” he chuckled, slowly reaching toward you. “I bet you’re so wet right now.”
You looked so pretty—your neatly done hair now slightly disheveled, cheeks flushed from all the things he’d been instructing you to do, pebbled nipples glistening under the camera lights. Your legs trembled slightly, aching to be touched, your lips parting every now and then as your breath turned uneven, eyes hazy and unfocused.
The sight made Jungkook’s cock throb painfully hard.
His pretty little doll.
He handed you the camcorder. “Hold this, baby. Show them who’s making you this wet.”
With shaky hands and glossy eyes, you took the camera and tried to point it toward him, your eyes rolling back when he removed his white polo shirt and black shorts, leaving him in his gray Calvin Klein boxers.
You whimpered as you could see the outline of his huge cock, precum leaking at the tip, wetting the center of the cloth.
“Your angle is wrong,” he raised a brow, noticing how your shaky hands were failing a bit at holding the camera properly.
You panicked. “I’m sorry,” you rushed out, trying to straighten it, ignoring the painful pulses between your legs—your body begging to be touched.
He chuckled, leaning over you. “It’s okay, baby. That’s why we have another camera.”
His hands came up to your cheeks, gently holding and angling your face to the right so you could look toward the second camera set up by the side of the bed. “I bet you’d look so good getting fucked from that angle,” he whispered.
His grip on your cheeks tightened slightly, squishing them just enough as the camera captured everything—the way your eyes fluttered, the way your nipples hardened under his gaze, the way your legs shifted restlessly, searching for any kind of friction.
You gasped loudly when his free hand went down to cup your pussy through your pants, your eyes rolling back as he felt the wetness through the fabric.
“Fuck, let me see how wet you are, yeah?”
With one hand, he unzipped your pants, pulling them down in one forceful motion while his other hand remained on your cheeks, keeping your gaze fixed on the camera. Your other hand trembled as it tried to capture what he was doing below.
“Capture this, baby,” he breathed, guiding your hand holding the camcorder to angle it downward, towards your wet pussy.
You almost dropped the camera when he suddenly slapped your cunt, your panties nearly see-through from how wet they were with your arousal.
“Jungkook~” you whimpered.
He sat up and held both of your legs, spreading them wider until your ankles were almost on either side of the bed.
“You’re so wet, I can see your cute little slit through your panties baby.” He chuckled, leaning down and hollowing his cheeks to spit right above your clothed clit, making it even messier.
You whimpered, your toes curling at the sensation, gripping the camcorder tightly as you felt him crouch down, spreading his spit over your panties. His warm tongue then licked along your pussy through the fabric, slotting between your folds, the wet material pressing inside your slit.
“Make sure the camera can see how good I’m gonna eat this pussy.” He whispered while looking at you, flipping your panties to the side and groaning when he saw how wet and pink you were, his jaw slackening as he took almost your whole pussy into his warm mouth.
It was so wet and messy, and you could see him through the mini screen of the camcorder, maintaining direct eye contact with the lens while eating you out, making sure to pull back your hood so the camera could capture how his lips would wrapped around your swollen clit.
He suctioned around it, spreading more spit, sucking as if his life depended on it, then moved down to gather your juices before sliding his hot tongue inside you, coaxing more from you. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, showing you how he drank every bit of your wetness.
“That feels so g-good.” You moaned, trying to zoom in on how his tongue played with your folds.
He hummed, the vibrations making you twitch in pleasure.
“Yeah? This feels good?” he asked, sucking harshly on your clit as your eyes rolled back, your release building up fast. Your pussy throbbed, your clit growing more sensitive with every passing second.
“I’m gonna-’’
You moaned loudly when he buried his face deeper, never letting go of your throbbing clit, his head moving from side to side as he groaned low against you. When he finally let go of your clit, you gasped as he gathered a thick amount of saliva, hollowing his cheeks to spit harshly down on you, then leaning back in with his tongue out to spread it in slow, kitten-like licks.
When he looked up again at the lens, you exploded, your orgasm so intense you could feel your pussy pulsating so hard you almost saw stars.
‘’Stop, please!” You whined, overstimulated as he kept licking your cunt, your legs shaking from the oversensitivity.
His chin and nose were soaked, his lips slightly red and pouty, his dark locks messy, and his pupils dilated. You gasped when he suddenly removed his boxers; his cock was hard and pretty, curving slightly upward, decorated with thick veins and a red, swollen mushroom tip.
Jungkook took the camera and angled it towards you, wide glossy eyes looking up at him weakly.
“Say… thank you for making me cum, Jungkook.” He breathed, his other hand gripping his cock as he spread the precum along his shaft.
“Thank you for m-making me cum, Jungkook.” You croaked, your legs still trembling from your intense orgasm.
He smiled proudly. “My smart girl, very good at following instructions,” he praised, placing the camcorder down beside you and angling it so it could capture how his mouth leaned down to suck your nipples, while his free hand squeezed and rolled the other bud between his fingers.
“Jungkook—” you moaned as his tongue twirled and sucked around your breast, just like he had done to your clit—messy and pouty with saliva.
He bit your nipple playfully, earning a soft whimper from you, his tattooed hand reaching down to cup your swollen pussy.
You gasped when he inserted his middle finger, your walls tightening around the intrusion.
“You’re so tight and warm.” He murmured against your nipple, letting it go with a soft pop before moving to suck on the other one.
You whimpered, your pussy growing wetter from the way he sucked and played with your nipples, the pad of his middle finger brushing against your spongy spot, making you writhe in pleasure.
“Please- too much.” You moaned, his middle finger going so deep that his knuckles were hitting your ass, his finger curling in a “come here” motion inside you, rubbing your spot deliciously as your tight hole produced more juices, the feeling of your previous release being pushed inside you making you tremble.
He let go of your nipple and leaned in immediately, pouty lips capturing yours in a hungry kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, messy and demanding, tangling with yours as the kiss deepened and turned overwhelming.
At the same time, his other hand moved up to your throat, fingers wrapping gently around the column of your neck, giving it a light squeeze as he held you in place.
Your lips parted in response, and he took the opportunity to push his tongue deeper, exploring every corner of your mouth, sucking on your tongue and swallowing your whines and protests.
His hard cock pressed against your inner thigh, impossibly close to your wet pussy, grinding lightly as he shifted. You could feel his precum, warm and slick, and the firm pressure of his mushroom tip against your skin made you bite back a shaky breath, a mix of pleasure and nerves twisting together inside you.
Your walls tightened around his finger, making it almost impossible for him to move it from how tightly your pussy gripped him.
He groaned, biting your lip and nudging your thighs wider with his legs, inserting another finger and making you gasp from the mix of pain and pleasure. He swallowed your moans, almost bruising your tongue from the way he was kissing you, the air in your lungs growing limited every time he squeezed your throat.
“Shh, behave for the camera.” he whispered, his thumb caressing your throat while his middle and ring fingers rubbed your spongy spot in slow circles.
Tears fell from your eyes, the overstimulation and edging making you cry from pain. You had already come, but you wanted to cum again so badly, your pussy aching and throbbing for another release, his fingers brushing your g-spot in a teasing, ticklish way, making you shake and move your legs in protest.
“Let me cum again, please, please…” you pleaded, fat tears rolling down your flushed cheeks.
He gripped your throat a little tighter, making you gasp for air. “Aww, you wanna come again?” he cooed.
You nodded desperately, moving your hips to meet his fingers. “Yes, please.”
He chuckled at you. “So polite.” he said, lazily grabbing the camcorder from the side and angling it down towards your spent pussy. “Spread wide, baby.”
You immediately held your ankles, making yourself completely open for him, desperate for release, your body aching from denied pleasure.
He angled the camera at your twitching hole, filming how your wetness dripped down the sheets. He held his hard cock, spitting down onto his shaft and pumping it a few times before angling himself towards your wet cunt.
You gasped loudly when his blunt head entered your hole, biting your lip harshly at the foreign intrusion, the stretch nearly overwhelming you from his swollen mushroom tip alone.
“So big…” you whimpered, holding your ankles tightly as a new wave of tears gathered in your eyes.
Your breath hitched, trembling as you tried to adjust, the sensation stealing every coherent thought from your mind.
Jungkook cursed under his breath, zooming in on your wet cunt to capture how your walls were sucking him in.
“Your pussy looks so good on camera baby, so tight and pretty.” He grunted, pushing halfway in and earning a loud moan from you.
His bangs stuck to his forehead, his lip ring catching the light as he bit down on his lower lip. His broad chest rose and fell heavily, veins tracing along his neck, flushed and taut with effort. Even like this, he held the camera with unnerving steadiness, like nothing about the moment could shake his focus.
So steady and professional at producing sex tapes.
When he bottomed out, you almost fainted, the stretch overwhelming—painful yet intoxicating—as he pressed fully against you. His balls settled deep, his pelvis flush with yours, the soft trim of hair brushing your clit each time he rolled his hips.
He groaned harshly. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, his jaw clenching as your walls enveloped him.
“Relax, baby—you’re gripping me,” he groaned weakly, this time angling the camera toward your face.
You whimpered, trying to cover your face with your small hands, but he caught both of your wrists and pinned them above your head. His sudden hard thrusts made your body bounce slightly with every movement, leaving you breathless.
“Don’t be shy, baby—show your pretty face to the camera,” he drawled lazily, angling it towards your flushed expression.
“Show them how good I’m making you feel.” He grunted, rolling his hips against you. The curve of his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly, buried so deep that he barely pulled out at all—only circling his hips, grinding in a way that made it feel like he wanted to push even further. The sensation drew a sharp arch through your back.
His gaze stayed locked on you through the screen, lips parted, breath uneven—like he was caught between control and losing it. The way your pussy gripped him made his cock throb, his expression darkening with something possessive and unspoken.
“Look at you, whimpering like a pretty little slut.” he said in a condescending tone.
“I-I’m not a slut.” You pouted, your walls tightening around him at his degrading tone.
He raised a brow. “Oh really? You think a lot of people won’t agree once I upload this?”
Your eyes widened, panic flashing across your flushed face as his thrusts turned harsher and sloppier, the rhythm giving away how close he was getting. You were almost impressed that he was still managing to keep the camera steady.
“N-No, you are not gonna do that,” you panicked, your eyes wide and glossy, your small hands trying to push the camera away.
He grunted, his cock throbbing as he felt your pussy tighten around him. He shifted just enough to avoid the camera when you reached for it, tightening his grip around both your wrists so you couldn’t move.
“You like that, huh? Come on, pretty—let me film you properly.” He snapped his hips harder, angling the lens toward you while your bodies met in sharp, rhythmic collisions.
The friction made your breath hitch, your clit brushing against his pubic hair in a way that sent jolts of pleasure racing through your body. His grip tightened around the camcorder, breathing uneven as he watched you come apart through the screen, completely drunk on the sounds you were making for him.
“Moan louder.” he commanded.
You moaned loudly, your chest rising and falling as his harsh movements made your body react against him. His eyes rolled back slightly from the way you kept pulsating around him, every drag sending him deeper into overstimulation.
He bit his lip. “My dirty girl, getting fucked on film.” he rasped.
Then, abruptly, he let go of the camcorder and set it aside.
A soft sound escaped him as he pulled out, the sudden emptiness making you whimper. Before you could fully register it, he was already moving you—pulling your body forward and repositioning you in front of him.
He settled behind you, guiding you into place so that you were now facing the cameras on the tripod, your body fully on display while his broad chest and hard cock pressed close from behind.
“You see those two cameras baby?’’ he whispered behind your ear, spreading your legs wide.
“Yes.” you replied weakly.
You gasped loudly when he entered you from behind, your body settling against his lap as his thighs kept your legs spread wide, positioning you so the camera could clearly capture the way he entered you.
“Smile for them baby, need some footage from this angle.’’ He cooed softly, thrusting his hips upward while his other arm circled around your waist to keep you steady.
You moaned, trembling so badly when you saw how the lights caught both of your bodies—the glittering sheen of sweat, your smudged makeup, and his tattooed colored arms all captured in high definition under the harsh glow.
"My pretty pretty girl, should I post this? show them how I fuck?" he murmured against your skin before pressing a kiss to your cheek, his tongue brushing lightly over the dampness left behind by your earlier tears.
The tenderness of it contrasted so badly with the hunger in his voice that it made your breath hitch. His hand cradled your face carefully, thumb stroking beneath your eye as though he was soothing you and provoking you at the same time, and the way he looked at you through half-lidded eyes made heat rush straight to your chest.
He suddenly grabbed the clip-on mic from your necklace, your eyes widening as you realized he was angling it downward—towards where his cock met your pussy.
“Need to test the mic baby, let the viewers hear how much of a nasty slut you are.”
The mic was so close that every sound was picked up clearly—the wet, obscene squelches echoing as he pushed and pulled inside you, the way he dragged against your tight heat sounding even more intense through the recording. The noise alone felt almost sinful in how loud and wet it was.
“I bet they can hear how tight your pussy is.” he grunted, putting the mic closer to your cunt.
He could feel how slick everything had become, wetting his balls each time he pushed, your arousal makes each movement messier.
“Gonna cum, oh gosh.” You moaned, your body growing hypersensitive as your clit throbbed with the pressure of an approaching orgasm.
He grabbed both of your cheeks when he noticed your head starting to fall back from pleasure, forcing you to look straight at the camera in front of you. “Be a good girl and look at the lens, don’t want my content to be bad quality.’’
His other hand clipped the mic back onto your necklace before sliding down again, rubbing slow circles over your clit. You moaned loudly, your back arching as your orgasm edged closer and closer.
“Cum for me baby, show them your cute little juices.”
Your legs were shaking when you finally reached your orgasm, your clit throbbing so intensely, your limbs giving out as your body hit its peak. Your swollen bud pulsed uncontrollably in fast, erratic heart beats, your walls clenching around his cock as he was still thrusting inside you.
Your eyes rolled back into your head when you felt your orgasm stretch further from his deep thrusts, his mushroom tip brushing against your g-spot and dragging you straight into another wave. You came again, consecutively, your body twitching as overstimulation took over, your legs instinctively trying to close.
"J-Jungkook I can't anymore."
Jungkook forced your legs to stay open, his index and middle fingers spreading your pussy lips apart for the camera, showing how your clit pulsed beneath the warm lights while his cock remained buried deep inside you.
''Mhm.. spit on your clit baby, make it extra wet before I use you." he whispered.
You squirmed, obediently leaning down as his fingers kept you spread open. With trembling breaths, you gathered saliva on your tongue before letting it drip down onto your clit, both cameras capturing the filthy sight in sharp detail.
A low curse slipped past Jungkook’s lips at the view, his grip tightening instinctively as he watched you, completely consumed by the way you willingly put yourself on display for him.
He quickly flipped your body down to chase his own pleasure, entering you again and sloppily thrusting into your wet used walls, pushing your cum deeper and deeper inside you. You were so weak, your heart still racing as you weakly reached for the camcorder to film him.
When he saw what you were doing, he groaned harshly, his grip on your hips tightening so hard it bordered on bruising as he held you down.
“My smart girl, you learned well huh?” He praised you, thrusting fast and hard, the camcorder shaking in your grip as you tried to capture his deep strokes.
"Your little brain functioning well with my cock deep inside you.'' he muttered darkly, thumb brushing against your cheek as he watched your expression unravel for him.
“A-Am I doing a good job?” you asked softly, biting your lip as you adjusted the camera to capture his face this time.
He let out a low growl in response, movements losing their rhythm slightly as pleasure started pulling him apart at the edges. “Uh-huh,” he breathed heavily. “You can be my personal little porn star. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
A loud moan escaped you at the thought, heat rushing instantly to your cheeks as you tightened your grip on the camcorder, suddenly far too eager to keep filming him.
“Gonna fuck you anytime I want,” he breathed, dilated eyes locked on you through the lens. “Film it however I like.”
With a harsh final thrust, he came inside you, grunting as he pushed through the last of it, staying buried as he finished, his body still tense with the release. You could feel his cock pulsing inside you, warm cum spilling and pooling, some of it leaking out and staining the sheets beneath you while he stayed balls deep.
The camcorder slipped from your grip, forgotten as you breathed heavily beneath him. You were completely spent, still sensitive as his hips gave a few slow, instinctive movements, as if trying to push his cum deeper despite his softening cock.
“Jungkook?” you asked weakly, fingers absentmindedly playing with the soft ruffles of his hair.
“Hmm?” he hummed against your neck, lips pressing lazy kisses there, his cock still buried deep inside you. The red recording lights on the cameras kept blinking steadily in the background.
“A-Are you really gonna post this?” you bit your lip, glancing back at the two large cameras perched on the tripod.
Jungkook let out a quiet chuckle, teeth grazing your skin in a teasing bite. “Mhm. I still need to edit it though.”
“Jungkook!” you squealed, panicking again.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and sharp with need, still carrying that lingering haze of desire. “Do you even know how to edit?” he asked, eyes squinting in playful doubt.
Your eyes widened. “I can edit,” you insisted quickly. “I learned a few things… I kinda know the basics.” Your voice softened at the end, almost uncertain.
A small smile tugged at his lips as he slowly pulled out, earning a shaky breath from you before he reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear with surprising gentleness.
“Hmm. Okay…” he murmured softly, lifting the camcorder slightly between you. “Edit this video for me, then.”
“What, r-really?” you blinked, surprised that he was letting you work for him.
“Uh-huh,” he said casually. “Then we’ll see if I have to keep you or not.”
You pouted instantly at that, but he was already shifting away from you, looking at the camcorder and checking the footage with the ease of someone far too experienced at this.
The screen’s glow reflected faintly against his handsome face as he replayed a few clips, brows slightly furrowed in concentration. Even now, completely relaxed, he somehow still looked annoyingly professional.
“Okay…” you mumbled softly, a little disappointment slipping into your voice before you could hide it.
He noticed immediately. Of course he did.
A smirk pulled at his lips as he lifted the camcorder slightly, teasing you with it. “Make sure you include your pretty moans, baby,” he drawled. “Or else we’ll have to retake this again.”
He stood up then, completely unbothered, removing the cameras from their tripods like the decision had already been made long before you realized it.
summary: what would you do when your bias offers you an NDA?
warnings: verydom!jungkook x shy!submissive reader, explicit sexual content, clit rubbing, pussy eating, blow job, squirting, edging, spitting, dom/sub dynamic, daddy, heavy degradation, dirty talk, multiple positions, detailed smut, jk is very mean, oral sex, mirror sex, slapping, choking, pussy slapping, anal, rimming, nipple play, praising, dumbfication, usage of slut/whore, cum eating, marking, mentions of oc being his toy, multiple orgasms, rough sex, mentions of sex doll, crying, overstimulation, fingering, nipple slapping, penetrative sex, hair pulling, creampie.
⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂˚₊┈┈୨୧┈┈‧₊˚⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂
“Please, please, please!” you whispered to yourself, fingers crossed tightly as you stared at the three screens in front of you.
Your laptop. Your phone. Your tablet.
Your eyes were glossy with hope and adrenaline, your feet thumping uncontrollably beneath your chair, a thin layer of sweat forming despite the air-conditioned room wrapping around you in cold comfort.
This was your first time buying concert tickets. Despite being a long-time fan, this was your only chance—because you had finally gathered enough money to secure one.
You had prepared three Weverse accounts under your name and your parents’ names, carefully reserving each slot so you could slip into the presale the moment it opened. You had already studied how fast tickets sold out in other countries—the quickest being around ten minutes. Ten minutes of chaos, of people like you refreshing, praying, losing.
You bit your lip hard enough to feel it sting. You were still in the queue when the screen suddenly shifted, dragging you into a loading page that refused to move. Thirty minutes had already passed, and all three accounts were still stuck.
“Fuck!”
Your eyes widened when two of your accounts abruptly showed session timeout.
With shaky hands, you tried to navigate through it, but everything lagged—hesitating, freezing, slipping away from your control. You cursed under your breath, glancing at your laptop—the only one still holding on, still alive.
Your vision started to blur at the edges. The chances of getting a ticket were thinning by the second, dissolving right in front of you.
“Please, just this one…” you whispered to yourself, eyes locked on the screen with fragile, breaking hope.
Your eyes widened when the screen finally moved.
No Tickets Available.
Just like that, your hopes were crushed.
You slowly looked up at the posters on your walls, the albums stacked neatly on your shelves, the plushies scattered across your bed, and the ARMY Bomb you had recently bought, displayed beside your BTS McDonald’s figurines.
Tears began falling uncontrollably from your eyes, like a flood breaking through something you could no longer hold together. The realization settled in—heavy, final—that you wouldn’t get to see them.
Your lips quivered as you quickly sank onto your bed, pulling your favorite pink cooky plushie close to your chest. You cried into it, letting everything spill out with an aching, exhausted heart.
Your parents tried to comfort you. They knew how much this meant. They had witnessed your journey growing up—how you stayed up all night waiting for comebacks, how you saved every bit of money just to buy new albums, how you would drop everything the moment a Weverse Live started, how you bought multiple happy meals just to complete all the toys, how you binge-watched their content and replayed Run BTS episodes whenever you had free time.
They had seen it all.
How deeply you adored and loved your bias…
Jungkook.
You appreciated how your parents tried to look for tickets online for you, but the number of scams you’d heard about from resellers made you hesitate. Prices were tripled—far beyond your budget. You didn’t want to burden them, even when they insisted they were willing to cover the extra cost.
You were still a student, after all. You told them it was okay—that they should just save the money for your college instead.
“What if you just check in to the hotel they’re staying at? Girl, imagine!” your best friend Mina suggested.
The hot coffee you ordered had already gone cold. The concert was next month, and Mina was now throwing ridiculous ideas at you on how you could possibly see BTS. The supposed study session in the coffee shop had long been forgotten the moment you mentioned the upcoming concert.
“I doubt it. There’s usually no news about it because of their privacy… sometimes I only find out once they’ve already checked in or when they do a Weverse live.”
Mina rolled her eyes. “I’m sure there’s at least some news if you really dig into it. How many days is the concert?”
“Two days. And even if I wanted to stalk their hotel, I’m sure a lot of fans would do that too—and the next thing you know, the hotel is fully booked.” you pouted.
You were being realistic. The chances of seeing them at their hotel—or even getting a room there—were slim. With the number of fans camping out and others researching nonstop, you had almost zero chance.
“Do you want to see them or not? Come on, I’ll book a room with you!” she nudged your shoulders, wiggling her brows as she sipped her caramel macchiato.
You chuckled softly. “Of course I do, but I swear, Mina, it’s harder than you think…”
Mina groaned, stomping her feet. “Ugh, fine! But watching the concert online is really fucking boring when you know they’re literally in the same country as you.”
You sighed. Mina wasn’t really a fan, but she knew how much you loved BTS. When she found out you hadn’t secured a ticket, she had been the first to suggest the most ridiculous ideas—stalking their hotel, camping outside the arena, chasing anything that even remotely felt possible.
After a few months since the presale, it had been a hard pill to swallow—but you had finally accepted it. You wouldn’t get to see them. Even if Mina’s ideas lingered at the back of your mind, you knew better. The chances were too low. You’d rather stay at home, wear your cooky pajamas, and stream the concert online in peace.
Still… there were the sleepless nights.
The what-ifs that refused to leave you alone.
What if you had attended the concert? What if you had somehow booked the same hotel? What if you caught a glimpse of their van outside the arena?
Being a fan for almost a decade, you knew those kinds of scenarios only happened in fictional stories. Seeing Jungkook on a random day was like finding a bag of cash in a public restroom stall—completely impossible.
Though… still, a small part of you never fully stopped hoping.
“Also, isn’t our country their last stop?” Mina said, already searching for dates and details on her phone.
“Yeah… that’s why I actually had enough money and time… but I guess luck just wasn’t on my side,” you murmured bitterly, glancing around the busy coffee shop as if the noise could somehow quiet the ache settling in your chest.
Mina suddenly froze, her eyes widening. “Wait—since it’s the last stop… don’t you think they’ll stay longer? Maybe for a few more days, like… I don’t know, rest?”
You had already thought about it—but how on earth would you ever know their whereabouts? You’d only find out once they were already there, or when they went live. And since it would be after the concert, you were certain they’d want to rest, to disappear into privacy for a while.
“Mina… it’s okay. I swear, I’ll be fine.” you assured her, her ideas now more amusing than anything else.
Until your lunch break ended, Mina kept babbling—throwing out unrealistic scenarios straight out of books and fanfics. You laughed at her what-ifs, at the corny places her imagination kept taking you.
You knew she wasn’t doing it to be silly.
She was doing it because she knew you. Knew how badly you wanted to see them. Knew how quiet you’d become once the concert actually started.
So, as your best friend, Mina had decided something else entirely.
A short out-of-town trip. While BTS was in the country. A way for you both to disappear for a while, to breathe, to rest from studies, from expectations, from everything—including the concert you couldn’t attend.
“Mina! Why didn’t you tell me?” Your eyes widened in shock when you saw the cottage number and the dates.
Mina had booked a five-day beach trip, complete with daily activities that made your head spin just reading them.
“Don’t worry, you can bring your laptop so you can still stream the concert.” she snickered, handing you the itinerary.
“Mina! That’s not what I meant—this is too much,” you groaned.
She giggled, already sitting comfortably on your bed while you scanned through the list she had prepared. “Oh, come on. It’ll be fun! Besides, it’s been a while since we’ve had a girls’ trip.”
You pouted at her, still in disbelief—but the resistance didn’t last. A smile slipped through as you pulled her into a hug anyway. “You and your ideas,” you chuckled.
“Bring cute clothes! Let’s take lots of pics—I want to update my IG!” she said excitedly.
You grinned. “Let’s go shopping tomorrow. My treat.”
Mina shrieked. “God, yes! Let’s go!”
The upcoming concert was still on your mind, but you were also busy preparing for the trip with Mina. You were excited—the small distraction keeping you from spiraling into a full breakdown over not being able to see BTS.
Wearing a cute sundress and brown sandals, you and Mina finally checked in. It was Day 1 of the concert. You had already set an alarm for the online stream later, a quiet kind of excitement settling in at the thought that, at the very least, you had the privilege of watching it while sipping fresh coconut by the sea breeze.
“Why the fuck are you reapplying your lip gloss?” Mina asked when she caught you touching up your makeup right before the concert started.
“To look cute while watching Jungkook,” you giggled, turning your ARMY Bomb on.
After dinner, you and Mina sat on a bench by the sand, your pocket Wi-Fi, laptop, and earphones already set up beside you.
Mina rolled her eyes. “That’s crazier than my ideas.”
You chuckled softly, eyes already fixed on the screen as the countdown began. Your heart raced like you were inside the stadium with them—like the distance didn’t exist at all.
When the concert finally started, Mina had to walk away because you were screaming too loudly, jumping from your seat and almost knocking over the coconut shake on the table.
“Girl, let me walk around and find a cute guy. Your shrieks are lowkey scaring me.” Mina laughed when she came back and saw you on the verge of tears, fanning yourself like you might actually pass out.
“Okay, oka—oh my gosh! They’re performing Dimple! Oh my gosh!” you shouted, already lost in it again.
For two days, you were completely gone in it—fangirling nonstop, fully absorbed in every moment. It was only on Day 3, when Mina had planned actual activities, that you finally stepped away from the screen. Until then, you had spent your time watching, rewatching, and reposting edits like the world outside didn’t exist.
“He’s so hot—I can’t believe he wore that gray shirt. It looked so good on him,” you babbled, telling Mina everything about the concert details and the surprise songs they performed.
The two-night concert had ended like a whirlwind, yet you were still floating on cloud nine. While Mina had been busy taking pictures and scouting for cute guys, you had been replaying everything in your head—taking screenshots, saving edits, and reliving every moment in real time like you couldn’t let it go.
Mina was just happy you enjoyed it. She even swore she almost thought you were going to have a heart attack when you shrieked so loudly after Jungkook lifted his shirt and revealed his abs. Your gallery probably had ten copies of that exact moment.
“And! Guess what!” you said, munching on your breakfast as you wiggled your eyebrows at her.
“Hmm… Jungkook showed his dick?”
“Mina!” Your cheeks burned as you nearly choked on the waffles you were eating.
Mina laughed, casually pointing her fork at you. “That would be good though.”
You shook your head quickly, your face still hot. “I mean—would want that—but guess what! He sang the chorus of Still With You in acapella!” you babbled again, as if Mina would fully grasp the weight of it.
For your third day, you and Mina were supposed to ride a yacht. You were already getting dressed when Mina suddenly squealed behind you, hurriedly tying the strap of her sandal.
“He replied! Oh my gosh, he’s treating me to dinner!” Mina said excitedly, quickly glancing at the mirror you were using to fix your hair.
“Huh? Who?”
“This guy I met while you were watching the concert! He wants to see me again!” She showed you her phone.
Your brows furrowed. “He’s inviting you to his cottage later?” you said, reading the message.
Mina’s eyes widened as she looked back at her phone. “Fuck! What should I do?”
“Wait… so you’re not going on the yacht with me?” you concluded.
Mina smiled cheekily, biting her lip. “Well… he’s cute and… hot…”
You raised a brow. “Make sure he’s really hot,” you chuckled, fixing your hair again in front of the mirror—when Mina suddenly squealed and hugged you from behind.
“Promise I’ll make it up to you! You’re the best!” she grinned, already moving back to the bed to grab her bag.
Mina had booked this trip for you, and you wanted her to enjoy it too. Even though she originally planned it as a girls’ trip, you had spent most of it absorbed in the concert. She had always supported your whims without hesitation—and now it was your turn to support hers.
“Why are you bringing that duffel bag?” you asked, amused at the amount of clothes she was packing.
Mina wiggled her brows. “Gotta be prepared, y’know.”
She walked towards the door, fixing her neckline one last time.
You grinned. “Text me when you’re heading back!”
“Yes, ma’am!” she giggled, throwing you a flying kiss before hurrying out.
The sheer amount of clothes Mina brought made it obvious—she probably wouldn’t be back tonight. You sighed softly, glancing down at your short pink floral dress, your hair tied in a half ponytail.
You still had two days left of the trip, but today was the first time it truly settled in. For the past two days, you had been completely immersed in the concert—no time to walk along the shore, no quiet moments to watch the sunset.
Now, it was finally your time to unwind.
Although you were tempted to doom-scroll edits again, you forced yourself up instead, deciding to follow the planned activity for the day and step outside.
-
“Number 9! Calling for all passengers on Yacht 9!”
You hurried over to the line, double-checking the receipt number Mina had reserved for you.
There were only a few people waiting—some couples and a small group of friends. You didn’t really mind being alone. If anything, you needed this time to unwind, to breathe, to exist without noise pressing in on you.
“Ticket, please!” the man in a white uniform said.
You handed it over, offering a polite smile before stepping onto the yacht.
A few groups had already settled in—holding bottles of champagne, chatting softly, taking pictures against the open sea. You made your way towards the main deck, where a small group of friends sat around a table filled with snacks and laughter.
Based on the crowd, you felt relieved it wasn’t too packed—maybe around twenty-thirty people scattered across the space, enough to feel lively but not overwhelming.
Soft music drifted through the air as the yacht moved gently along the waves. The salt of the sea lingered in every breath you took, calming something in you without you even realizing it needed calming.
You wandered towards a long table filled with food, your short dress and hair swaying slightly with the breeze.
There were different kinds of pastries, a large charcuterie board, bottles of wine and champagne catching the light, stacks of beer lined neatly at one end, and a few bags of chips scattered casually beside them.
Mina had definitely booked a nice yacht. You smiled to yourself, genuinely happy that you could finally relax and enjoy this moment—with good food, fresh air, and a quiet kind of peace you hadn’t realized you needed.
You grabbed a bag of potato chips and a bottle of wine, scanning the area for a place to sit until you spotted a vacant lounger on the sun deck.
“Perfect!” you mumbled excitedly when you noticed no one else had claimed that area.
Carefully placing your bag, chips, and wine down, you quickly took a photo to update Mina.
“Let’s sit here!”
You were still busy snapping pictures when a small group—maybe four or five people—settled in beside you.
You weren’t really paying attention at first, but in your peripheral vision, you noticed they had brought an impressive amount of snacks with them.
You opened your chips and leaned back on the sun lounger. When you heard the sharp crack of a beer can opening, curiosity tugged at you, and you glanced over briefly.
It was a group of Korean men, older than you—probably in their mid-30s to 40s. Some wore black shades, already laughing as they settled into their drinks, their voices easy and relaxed.
They must be on vacation. This beach was a tourist spot, after all.
You turned your attention back to your chips, letting the sun warm your skin as you sank into the view. The group beside you wasn’t loud—they mostly talked about the scenery and the food, occasionally breaking into laughter over the activities they had tried earlier.
The world felt slow again, almost suspended in that gentle rhythm of waves and wind.
You were busy sipping your wine when you suddenly felt it—an unmistakable stare.
The group beside you was still laughing, their voices blending into the soft noise of the sea, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was looking at you.
These men were older, and for a brief moment, unease crept in.
You sneaked a glance over your shoulder and noticed the broad-built man in sunglasses staring straight ahead—past you.
Does he want potato chips or—
With a slight frown, you followed his line of sight properly this time.
He wasn’t looking at you.
He was looking at your bag on the table.
My bag?
When he realized you were looking back at him, he quickly turned away, though the shift in his posture told you he was still thinking. Still aware.
Confused, you glanced down at your bag again.
It was just a simple beige tote bag. Nothing special. Nothing worth staring at.
You shrugged it off. It must’ve been a mistake. Besides, he was wearing sunglasses—maybe he was just spacing out, looking into nothing.
Munching on your chips again, you noticed him typing on his phone, suddenly more focused, as if he had detached himself from the conversation entirely.
You almost laughed to yourself, thinking he might actually be searching something about your bag online.
A strange thought—but harmless.
With a deep, content sigh, you leaned back again, the warmth of the sun and the rhythm of the waves slowly pulling you under.
And somewhere between the breeze and the quiet, you didn’t notice when your eyes finally closed.
By the time you woke up, it was already sunset.
The bottle of wine beside you was empty, and the small group that had been next to you earlier was gone. The sea breeze had turned cooler now—soft and comforting—while the sound of waves blended with the distant chatter of guests still enjoying the evening.
You stretched lightly and sat up.
Some people were still dancing, some chatting, others taking pictures against the fading orange sky. You still had a few hours left before the yacht returned to shore.
Grabbing your leftover chips and the empty bottle of wine, you frowned when something small caught your attention beside your bag.
A paper.
Leaning in slightly, you picked it up—and realized it was a calling card.
Looking around, you didn’t see the group of Koreans anymore. You assumed the calling card must’ve come from them, especially given the Korean name and number printed on it.
Still… you were confused. Why would he leave his calling card?
Walking slowly along the yacht, you felt a slight dizziness from the wine lingering in your system. You tossed the empty chip bag and bottle aside, your eyes still scanning the space for any sign of the group you had seen earlier. The air had turned colder now, your short dress offering little protection against the breeze brushing against your skin.
Curiosity got the better of you—and maybe the alcohol gave you just enough courage.
You decided to dial the number.
“Yoboseyo?” a deep voice answered.
You swallowed. “Hello? I-Is this Song Hobeom?”
A brief sigh came through the line. “Yes?”
Confusion crept in when he didn’t immediately recognize you as the person from the sun lounger. You hesitated for a moment. Did he really hand out his calling card just like that?
“Uh, I was the one sitting on the sun lounger by the main deck. I think you left your calling card at my table?” you said, biting your lip as nerves slowly settled in.
You had no idea what he wanted—and yet here you were, calling him back.
“Oh, right. Thank you for calling back, ma’am. May I know when you are free? I would like to discuss something with you.” he said in a formal tone.
Huh?
Confusion was written all over your face.
You walked towards the bow of the yacht, trying to escape the soft music and distant chatter, holding the phone closer to your ear.
“Uhm… may I know what for? This is a bit confusing.” You looked around again, but there was still no trace of the group from earlier. They must’ve already left.
“It is a bit confidential, ma’am. But don’t worry, I will give you a short background once we meet.”
You groaned under your breath. “I’m sorry, but can’t you just tell me this over the phone?”
You didn’t want to sound rude, but you didn’t know this man. It was already strange enough that he wanted to meet in person to “discuss something.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but we may need to discuss this face-to-face to ensure the call is not being recorded. If you prefer, you may set the time and place.” he said formally.
What the actual fuck.
You rolled your eyes. This was bullshit—it sounded like a scam. Some foreign guy trying to trick people before disappearing back to his country.
“Sorry, but I’m not interested. Thank you.”
You ended the call immediately.
You weren’t stupid enough to meet a stranger like that. You had only been curious, nothing more—but the moment he refused to explain anything over the phone, something in you clicked.
Suspicion.
And you weren’t taking that chance.
You were about to walk back to the main deck when your phone beeped with a new message. You thought it was Mina, but the moment you recognized the country code, you immediately rolled your eyes.
What does he want?
You instantly regret calling his number. Opening the message, you saw that he had sent a file.
“I swear if this has a virus,” you mumbled.
You were about to tap it when another message came in.
Song Hobeom: The file can only be viewed once. Any form of screenshot or screen recording will be detected and notified. Please contact me again if you wish to proceed after reading the contract.
Song Hobeom: Please do not share this file or inform anyone about this matter. This is strictly confidential. Thank you.
Fucking hell?
You snorted softly, finding his messages almost ridiculous. It sounded like a joke—like he genuinely believed you’d get “in trouble” for forwarding whatever this was.
With a small smirk, you already decided you’d tell Mina about it later. You were definitely not falling for some scam. You’d open it, see whatever nonsense it was, and then block him right after.
With a sheepish grin, you tapped the file anyway… your heart giving a small, restless thump as the screen began to load.
What if it’s a jump scare?
Your brows slowly furrowed when the title finally appeared in bold capital letters:
NON-DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT
What?
You quickly scanned the document, reading faster and faster—until your eyes landed on a name that made your heart jolt.
“W-What the actual fuck?!” you gasped in shock. A few people turned to look at you, but you didn’t care. Your attention was completely locked on your phone.
You were starting to hyperventilate. You wanted to close it, to breathe, to think—but it was a view-once file. Your hands trembled as the alcohol from earlier wore off almost instantly, replaced by something sharper.
“This is not real… no freaking way,” you whispered weakly, quickly texting him back with shaking fingers.
No second thoughts—you typed immediately, afraid he might block you or change his mind.
You: I am free tomorrow at around 1 PM. Let’s meet by the coast area near the bar.
Song Hobeom: Noted, ma’am. Thank you for cooperating.
-
You never thought you would find yourself in a situation like this.
You chose a spot with very few people around. It was a nice sunny day, but your face already felt warm—nervous, alert, almost buzzing with anticipation.
Wearing a white floral dress, brown strappy sandals, and sunglasses, you called Mina beforehand and told her you’d be skipping the snorkeling activity for the day. You wanted to tell her the truth, but she didn’t question it when you said you just wanted to swim and relax by the ocean instead.
She told you she wouldn’t be back for tonight, giggling about the cute guy she had met. She kept talking, but your mind was elsewhere the entire time.
Honestly, you were relieved she wouldn’t be back soon. Given the terms written in the file, you needed time alone.
Or this opportunity—whatever it really was—might slip right through your fingers.
“Are you listening to me? You’re like… spacing out, girl!” Mina chuckled.
Your face immediately heated up. “Oh! A-Am I? I was just thinking about buying this merch, and it’s a bit expensive, so I was wondering if I should buy the whole set or just Jungkook’s edition.” you rambled quickly.
Mina laughed, shaking her head. “Just buy it all! Gosh! Anyways, so I went to this island…”
You bit your lip. She believed it.
She continued ranting, and you did your best to follow along, nodding at the right moments, forcing yourself to stay present. You had to hide this—or you’d be screwed.
“Do you want to order, ma’am?”
You looked up at the waiter and nearly froze when, for a split second, you thought it was Song Hobeom standing in front of you.
You were thirty minutes early.
Last night, you hadn’t slept at all—spending hours searching for the man behind the calling card. And what you found had hit you like a truck.
He wasn’t just some random foreign stranger.
He was BTS’s manager.
The weight of the NDA had settled in slowly at first… then all at once.
The same Song Hobeom you had seen on the yacht… was the same man now appearing across articles and videos all over the internet.
“No, thank you. I’ll order later,” you politely declined. You didn’t think you could eat or drink anything at this point.
The waiter nodded and left you alone.
You let out a quiet sigh, glancing at your phone to check the time. Closing your eyes for a moment, you tried to steady your breathing—slow, controlled. You couldn’t afford to panic right now. Not here. Not yet.
“Good afternoon, ma’am.”
The familiar deep voice made your eyes snap open.
He was finally here.
He approached in a composed, almost professional manner, as if this were a business meeting rather than something that had your entire morning spiraling. Black shirt, gray board shorts, black shades. Calm, unreadable.
Your gaze narrowed slightly when you noticed the large iPad and brown envelope in his hands.
You immediately stood up, quickly straightening your dress before offering your hand.
“G-Good day, uh… h-have a seat, please.” you gestured, waiting until he sat down before you did.
“Have you eaten, Ms…?” he asked, pausing as if waiting for your full name.
“Oh, it’s Y/N L/N. I a-already had lunch,” you stammered, your heart racing as you finally introduced yourself.
He smiled and nodded. “That’s good to hear. I’m Song Hobeom, the manager of Bangtan Sonyeondan.”
He opened the brown envelope and showed you its contents. Like a startled kitten, you carefully took the papers.
“Have you read the file I sent you?” he asked casually, while opening his iPad.
You immediately nodded. “Y-Yes, uh… but I only scanned it quickly.”
It was true—you had replied almost instantly because you were scared he might unsend it or take it back.
He nodded. “Alright. Let me explain this to you thoroughly. Before proceeding, we require a Non-Disclosure Agreement to protect the privacy and safety of our artist. This agreement simply means that any information you may see, hear, or experience during your time with us—such as the artist’s location, conversations, or personal details—must remain confidential and cannot be shared with others, posted online, or discussed publicly,” he said in a formal, business-like tone.
You nodded quickly. “Y-Yes, I didn’t tell anyone!” you replied immediately.
He gave another nod, turning the iPad towards you to display the contract details. Then he began walking you through each section, one by one, in calm, structured explanations.
“Ms. Y/N, the NDA does not take away your rights or force you to do anything. It only ensures mutual privacy,” he stated, and you found yourself listening closely, agreeing more than questioning. The moment you had texted back was already a sign—you had chosen to proceed.
“Once signed, the confidentiality rules will remain in effect for the period stated in the document, and breaking the agreement could result in legal consequences.”
“I understand! I-I have researched how NDAs work as well.”
You bit your lip the moment you said it, suddenly realizing how desperate you sounded. You wanted to ask so many questions—why you, of all people, why this situation had landed in your lap—but you were too focused, too eager to get to the part that mattered most now.
Signing that damn contract.
That was your priority.
“Good. If you have any questions or concerns, I want you to feel comfortable asking before signing—”
“No questions! I’ll s-sign,” you blurted out, cheeks warming as excitement slipped through your tone.
Mr. Song chuckled lightly and nodded before handing you an expensive-looking pen.
“Alright, please double-check the terms and conditions. Take your time, Ms. Y/N.”
But you didn’t.
Not really.
Before you even properly reread the contract, you signed it—like your life depended on it. A shy, almost embarrassed smile formed on your lips as you finished.
He looked amused, like this wasn’t his first time seeing this reaction. As if he was already familiar with how quickly people surrendered to these documents.
Then he handed you the iPad for another copy.
Scrolling quickly, you signed again without hesitation.
Your eyes flickered over your own name—and then, for a brief second, your heart stuttered when you saw the name of the artist involved.
Jeon Jungkook.
Mr. Song explained the terms and conditions again. You listened eagerly, a little calmer now that you had finally secured the contract.
“Thank you for signing, Ms. Y/N. Please remember to keep everything discussed and experienced confidential as agreed,” he said with a polite smile, handing you another calling card. “Mr. Jeon will be the one to contact you directly after this for any further coordination.”
You stared at the calling card—Jungkook’s name and number printed on it—your eyes widening in shock.
This cannot be real.
-
“Ugh! I want to cry!”
You stared at yourself in the mirror, now back in your cottage, pacing in front of it like a maniac.
You had one night. One fucking night with him.
The date stated in the contract was after your vacation ended. You were already stressing about what to tell Mina for extending your stay, what to say to your professors, your parents—because you had clearly told them your trip only lasted until next week.
Jungkook hadn’t contacted you yet. It was still too early. You had no idea if he was even on the island already. The only thing you knew was that you were supposed to meet him in Executive Cottage 3 at 8 PM next week.
You still couldn’t believe it.
You had always thought NDAs were just myths—fantasies spun by fans who imagined idols risking everything for a single private encounter.
Sure, you had heard rumors that things like this might actually happen… but you never thought you would experience it yourself—with your own bias, Jeon Jungkook.
It felt unreal. Worse—or better—than a concert. One-on-one. Up close. No distance at all.
Your cheeks warmed at the memory of the agreement, your heart picking up speed at the thought. It almost scared you how much you didn’t want to wake up in case this was all just a dream.
Sometimes you found yourself lightly slapping your cheek, as if reality still refused to fully sink in.
For months, you had been depressed over missing the ticket, and now—out of nowhere—you had the opportunity, the privilege, to meet your bias in private.
Now it made sense.
It was their last concert. Their managers were staying here to rest… and for what? To arrange potential NDAs?
Last night, after Mina’s call, you had spent hours deep in research—so deep it felt less like curiosity and more like you were preparing a thesis you somehow needed to defend. You searched everything: how NDAs worked, how participants were chosen, what would happen if you told someone, and a dozen other questions that only made your head spin the longer you read.
There was no hesitation anymore.
The moment you confirmed that Song Hobeom was actually their legitimate manager, something in you fully locked in. Any lingering doubt that the contract might be fake—or some elaborate prank—disappeared instantly.
It was real.
And you had already signed it.
Your excitement had gone through the roof.
Even though you wanted to tell Mina so badly, your eagerness to meet Jungkook was far stronger. You couldn’t risk it.
“Huh? Why?” Mina questioned when she returned the next day and you immediately told her about extending your stay.
“I just want to relax more, you know… I didn’t realize the sea was this calming,” you smiled, trying to sound convincing.
You and Mina were now getting ready for the snorkeling activity. After dinner, you had decided you would break the news properly.
“Are you lying to me?” Mina raised a brow.
You went pale. “N-No, I j-just really wanted to sta—”
“You met a cute guy, didn’t you?” Mina accused, squinting at you.
You blinked, caught completely off guard by her conclusion. She knew you weren’t the type to extend a trip like this—especially with school starting next week—unless, of course, it was for BTS.
Or a cute guy.
“W-Well…”
Mina giggled. “Ha! That’s why we’re besties!”
Maybe a little white lie wasn’t so bad.
Mina told you she couldn’t extend her stay anyway since she had a presentation due next week. Even though she wanted to stay longer, you reassured her you’d be fine—and that you just wanted some alone time with your “cute guy.”
Yeah.
Cute guy.
-
The following days felt like a whirlwind. You enjoyed your last activities with Mina, all while quietly trying to keep it together every time the agreement flashed back into your mind and sent your thoughts spiraling.
When the last day came, you practically rushed Mina into the van just to get a proper goodbye out before she left.
Tomorrow was finally the day.
And yet, Jungkook still hadn’t contacted you.
The day before, you had already gone through a medical examination—another requirement of the NDA. You were honestly surprised at how professional it all was, how organized everything felt despite how unreal the situation still seemed in your head.
It was almost ridiculous how seriously you had started taking everything.
You shaved your entire body. Scrubbed yourself religiously every night. Applied lotion more than usual. Even started doing small morning workouts after meals, as if preparation alone could somehow calm your nerves.
“Hi, Jungkookie!” you practiced in front of the mirror, batting your eyelashes.
“Fuck! Why did I do that?” you immediately cringed, shaking your head.
You tried again, this time forcing a different tone.
“So… how was the concert?”
“I’m honored to be chosen.”
“Do I just lay here?”
“I love you. You’re my everything.”
You groaned and covered your face completely.
You had no idea what to expect. The thought of meeting Jungkook was overwhelming in every possible way—like your brain couldn’t decide whether to freeze, panic, or completely shut down.
And honestly, you were starting to worry you might faint… or embarrass yourself beyond recovery the moment it actually happened.
The contract stated “private meeting,” and you weren’t exactly Sherlock, so it wasn’t hard to conclude that it involves fucking. Especially considering they required a medical examination—surely not for a simple chat.
You almost screamed when your phone beeped with a message.
Jungkook: Hi Y/N, see you tomorrow at 8!
“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!” you jumped onto your bed, staring at the text like it wasn’t real.
His message was so casual, completely different from the formal, business-like tone Song Hobeom used. It almost made it feel even more surreal.
“What should I reply… oh my gosh.”
You bit your lip, carefully choosing your words so you wouldn’t mess anything up.
You: See you, Kookie!
-
The cottage was larger than yours—an executive unit reserved for upper-class guests—with soft ambient lighting, a private veranda, a small plunge pool, a carefully kept garden, a few hammocks swaying gently in the breeze, and direct access to the beach.
This area felt different. Quieter. More secluded. Tucked away from the other cottages scattered across the busy island.
You had expected to be guided by bodyguards, but there was no one. No visible security, no presence at all. It felt intentional—like the meeting was meant to be so private that even protection would disrupt it.
Wearing a lilac wrap dress, white glittery doll shoes, and your hair curled neatly at the ends, you slowly made your way towards the cottage.
Your fingers hesitated before pressing the keycard Mr. Song had given you last week. The soft beep that followed made your nerves spike instantly—a quiet confirmation that you had arrived, and that you were allowed inside.
Once the door opened, you stepped in.
You were immediately met with a spacious bedroom featuring a king-sized bed, a lounge area, a large wooden door that likely led to the bathroom, and wide tinted windows with sliding doors that opened directly to a full view of the sea.
You stood there for a moment, taking it all in with wide eyes.
Carefully, you placed your bag beside the bed and began walking around the space, your curiosity slowly building. On the table, you noticed a selection of pastries and a neatly arranged meal set waiting, untouched.
“Hey.”
You gasped, your eyes snapping towards the bathroom door as the man you only saw on screens stepped out.
Jungkook wore nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still damp, droplets of water trailing down his neck and collarbones as he ran a smaller towel through his hair.
Your lips parted slightly. Fuck.
He walked toward the coffee table first, casually lifting the silver cloche to check the prepared dinner as if nothing about this moment carried any weight at all.
But for you, everything had just short-circuited.
Jungkook—right there in front of you. Real. Close. Breathing the same air.
You had seen him countless times on screens, in edited clips and fan videos—but none of that had prepared you for this. In person, his presence felt heavier, more grounded. His frame looked broader, more defined. The tattoos you had only ever glimpsed before were now fully visible under the soft lighting, detailed and striking in a way that made your thoughts scatter instantly.
Even his voice—when he spoke—carried a calm, effortless depth that made your mind go blank before it could catch up.
All the lines you had practiced disappeared completely.
You were speechless.
Frozen.
He was real.
You couldn’t believe he was real.
“Have you eaten?” he asked, turning towards you while still holding the cloche.
Your mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out. You stood near the couch like you’d been rooted in place, completely caught off guard.
A quiet chuckle left him as he noticed your reaction. He set the lid back down and began walking towards you.
Your breath hitched when he closed the distance. His fresh scent—clean, minty, just out of the shower—wrapped around you, sharpening your senses in an instant.
“Relax,” Jungkook said softly, his tone calm and steady as he gently placed a hand on your arm.
The touch was light. Grounding.
Warmth spread through your skin immediately, like your body had finally registered his presence all at once.
You nodded too quickly, blinking as if that could reset your brain. Your heart was pounding so hard you were convinced it had to be audible.
Jungkook smiled slightly, looking down at you. “Hmm, look at me.” he said when you kept avoiding eye contact.
You tried—but the moment your eyes lifted, you almost froze again.
Dark doe eyes met yours, steady and unreadable, holding you in place. His right hand lifted your chin just as you instinctively tried to look away again.
“Sit down on the couch for me, mhm?” he said gently, guiding you down with an easy, controlled calm.
You were so nervous, looking up at him like a shy deer. All the conversations you had prepared were completely forgotten—you were mentally blocked.
Jungkook tilted his head at you, still standing as he looked down at your form. “You okay, pretty girl?”
Your cheeks turned crimson at the compliment, and you nodded again like you had lost your voice.
Jungkook chuckled, crouching down to get to your eye level. “Talk to me, baby. Wanna hear you.”
“H-Hi,” you said in a small voice, almost choking on the words.
“Hmm, louder.” Jungkook whispered, raising a brow at you.
You gulped harshly, squeezing your own hands in nervousness. “H-Hi, Jungkook. Nice to meet you.” you said, a little clearer this time.
Jungkook smiled, sitting beside you. “There you go. Good job, baby.” he praised. “So polite.”
You smiled back shyly, your breath hitching when he took your hands—hands you hadn’t even realized you were squeezing so tightly.
“Baby, you’ll hurt yourself doing that…” he said gently, holding your hands and lightly tracing over the faint marks you had left on your skin.
“O-Oh, uhm…”
“Do you want to eat first? What do you want to do?” he asked softly, studying your nervous expression.
He was so calm, so composed, so sweet—it made your stomach twist in a way you couldn’t quite explain. You bit your lip under his attention, suddenly hyper-aware of every small movement you made.
His gaze briefly dropped to your lips. He swallowed subtly, something shifting in his expression for just a moment before he looked back up at you again.
“W-Whatever y-you want to do…”
Jungkook raised a brow at you, tilting his head slightly. “Yeah?”
You nodded quickly. “Yes…”
Jungkook straightened up, his gaze briefly dropping over your short dress, lingering for a moment before he looked back at the table.
“There’s a bunch of pastries you might want to try. Do you like sweets?” he said softly, opening the glass lids of the desserts in front of you.
You smiled shyly, eyes shifting towards the neatly arranged food. “Yes, I like c-cookies.”
Jungkook smiled, reaching for the tray of cookies with different flavors—chocolate chip, walnut, matcha, red velvet, and more you couldn’t even name at a glance.
You kept your eyes fixed on the cookies, forcing yourself not to look at him, especially with how near he was.
“I’ve tried walnut and matcha,” he said, pointing at a few of them.
You pouted and picked the flavor he suggested. He smiled when you chose the matcha, carefully placing the tray back down on the table.
“Do you want milk?” he asked, pointing at the bottle beside the pastries.
You nodded, taking a small bite while he poured a glass for you.
“Thank you…” you said with a shy smile.
He smiled back and stood up to get dressed while you focused on eating the cookies. When he came back, he was wearing a white shirt and black comfy shorts. He sat beside you and took a cookie for himself as well.
Jungkook was patient, sweet, and gentle with you. He occasionally asked about your hobbies, your likes, your favorite food, and small details that only your parents and Mina usually knew.
With a soft, hesitant voice, you slowly opened up—talking about how you became a BTS fan, how long you had followed them, and how much you liked him.
He listened closely, never interrupting, only asking follow-up questions like he was genuinely interested.
His eyes followed your lips whenever you spoke, then shifted to your eyes whenever you looked away. And every time your voice got smaller, he leaned in slightly, as if trying not to miss a single word—especially when you talked about him.
Neither of you mentioned the NDA.
It felt, strangely, like you were simply there to spend time with him.
You honestly thought he wouldn’t talk much, given how shy you were—but Jungkook was unexpectedly patient, giving you space to settle in and feel comfortable around him.
But then
You were giggling about his travel story with Jimin when you noticed his tattooed hands slowly settling around your waist.
“A-And what did he do?” you asked, a little startled.
Jungkook had been talking about some of their personal trips with the members. You were surprised by how open he was with you—the way he spoke during his Weverse lives was exactly the same in person: charming, funny, and easy to talk to.
You hadn’t expected him to answer your small, silly questions, but he was attentive, responding to everything like you had known each other for years. You felt, strangely, at ease.
He pouted slightly, suddenly distracted by the lace ruffles at the hem of your dress, his fingers lightly brushing and playing with them.
“Used all his perfume to spray it on the huge bug.” he chuckled lowly, his eyes still lowered towards your dress.
You giggled, imagining the chaos. “Did the bug get killed?”
Jungkook slowly looked at you, his eyes a little heavy-lidded, his hands still idly playing with the hem of your dress.
“Hmm, no.” he rasped.
Your eyes widened when he pulled you closer, his left arm circling your waist to steady you. His right tattooed hand lifted both your legs across his lap.
“You smell good.” he murmured closely, fingers now toying with the ribbons of your wrap dress.
You gulped harshly, your hands resting awkwardly on his arm for balance. Up close, he could see the details of your makeup—light glitter dusted across your cheeks and eyelids, pink gloss on your lips, a soft blush deepening from warmth, and lashes curled with a hint of mascara.
He lifted a loose strand of your hair, tucking it behind your ear, then let his fingers trail lightly along your cheek.
“You dolled up for me?” he said lightly, tilting his head.
His tone had shifted—less careful now, more playful… almost teasing.
“Y-Yes… do you like it?” you asked shyly. It had taken you hours to finish your makeup, hours to pick a dress and style your hair. You were almost embarrassed when you saw that he looked so fresh and handsome after the shower, while you had taken an eternity to get ready.
Jungkook poked the inside of his cheek. He held your face with one hand, almost squishing both of your cheeks. His touch was gentle, but the way he tilted your head to examine your face made you feel weird.
Made you feel wet.
“I do,” he said lowly. “I like the glitters.”
You smiled, a bit more confident now. “Really?” you said happily, leaning a little closer to him. “Matches my doll shoes right?” You moved your toes up and down.
Jungkook nodded, his lazy eyes staring at you, then down at your dress. His hands traced slow circles on your bare thighs, making you tingly.
“I noticed something though…”
“Hmm, what?” you tilted your head curiously.
He pouted. “Your dress has no glitters, babygirl.” He slightly held the end of your dress, as if examining the texture.
You pouted. “Yeah…” You looked down. “B-But—”
Your thoughts were interrupted when he softly kissed your cheek.
“Hmm…” He slowly held the ribbons of your dress, and with one hand, he untied the knot.
“W-Wait—” you gasped, eyes widening when you saw what he was doing.
“It has no glitters, baby… doesn't match your pretty little shoes and makeup." he said in a mocking tone, removing your dress from your shoulders.
“Jungkook…” you said softly, cheeks growing hot under his gaze.
Licking his lower lip, his gaze dropped to your body.
The soft swell of your breasts was hugged perfectly by the white bra you were wearing, matching the delicate fabric of your panties. The small white ribbon resting between your breasts and the top of your underwear caught his attention—something so simple, yet enough to make his cock tighten.
You looked… soft, so pretty, too cute. Ready to be ruined by him.
His hands slowly moved to the straps of your bra “Oh baby…” he said in a cooing tone. “This doesn’t have glitters as well.” He said it like it was a problem. His fingers hooked onto the straps before pulling them away from your skin—only to let them snap back in place, the sting blooming lightly against you.
You were speechless. The way he talked to you, the way he looked at you, the way he played with you—it made your body heat up, a quiet rush of warmth settling low in your stomach.
Your instinct was to cover yourself, but the way he raised a brow at you made you hesitate, a shiver running through you instead. You blinked slowly, caught between nerves and awareness you couldn’t quite name.
“Jungkook, t-this is embarrassing.” you said in a small voice.
You thought you could be confident—years of reading fanfictions had convinced you of that. You were certain you could fuck him better, that you could show him what you were capable of. Make him feel good. Please him. Make him happy.
You had been so sure of yourself—so full of it, even—thinking you could give him the best night of his life.
But the moment he touched you, your mind went completely blank. All rational thoughts slipped away, leaving you flustered and unsure of yourself, shrinking back into a shy, overwhelmed version of you.
Jungkook chuckled sarcastically. You gasped when he suddenly pulled your hair, his lips reaching under your ear to whisper.
“You signed up for this, didn’t you?” he rasped, his lips grazing your earlobe.
You squealed, his dominance eating you alive. His sweet, teasing tone was gone; the way he pulled your hair closer made you shiver.
“Y-Yes,” you bit your lip. You felt his lips move down your neck, his hot breath tickling you.
“Hmm… do you want me to elaborate on what we’re doing here?” he said in a tone like he was talking to a child. You gasped when he slightly bit your neck.
“Sorry, I was j-just—”
He removed your bra quickly, tossing it somewhere before his fingers grazed near the swell of your breast, teasing you.
“Use your pretty little brain, baby, come on…” he said harshly, suddenly pinching your nipples, making you whimper.
Jungkook raised his head to look at you, his pupils dilated. The way he swallowed harshly when he saw your round breast and pink nipples made him leak.
“Do you know…” he whispered under your ear. “How bad…” He slightly slapped your nipple, soothing it afterward by rolling it gently between his fingers. “I wanted to fuck you?”
“J-Jungkook-”
“Look at you… you’ll let me do whatever I want, right?”
You shut your eyes tightly…followed by a slow nod, stunned by his words and actions.
He raised a brow, eyes dropping to your nipples. Your vision almost slipped when he suddenly spat on them, using his fingers to spread it over your breast.
“Yeah? You’ll let me use you?” he said in a low voice, his hands now trailing down the garters of your underwear. “Like a pretty little, sparkly slut that your are.’’
You knew what he wanted—it had been clear from the very beginning. It had already been hours, and you were still shy and hesitant. You wanted this too, but you were scared to make the first move, scared to say or do something that might turn him off.
He, on the other hand, had been patient from the start—letting you settle in, letting you eat, letting you relax, asking you what you wanted, giving you time without rushing you.
You didn’t realize the way his eyes darkened the moment you entered his room—the way they wandered down the valley of your breasts, the way they roamed over your dress that hugged your curves— showing the swell of your hips, the way his gaze followed the pout of your lips. The way your cute little glitters and doll shoes made you look like a proper little slut for him to use.
It’s been more than a year.
Jungkook had been busy with tour, with the group’s latest comeback. He had been working endlessly—promoting their new songs, filming content for a variety of brands, updating his Instagram and TikTok daily for ARMYs, practicing nonstop to show his best on tour. His schedule had been packed for over a year since their comeback.
Now that the tour had finally come to an end, it was his time to relax and unwind.
Jungkook’s stamina was unreal. Despite his busy schedule, there were times he would ask his manager to arrange private, strictly confidential meetings through NDAs.
Unfortunately, their latest tour had been much bigger, making it harder for his manager to coordinate anything outside of his packed schedule. Because of that, for the past months, Jungkook had been letting all of his sexual frustrations by himself.
It started in 2017. At first, he was the one personally choosing and approving everything himself, but after a few years—once his fame and schedule became even more intense—his manager took over the process. It became less personal and more structured, handled carefully behind the scenes.
With his level of fame, everything had to be treated with strict confidentiality and formal documentation.
For years, all the NDAs Jungkook had been involved with stayed quiet—carefully kept private, out of fear of the consequences, but also lingering with the hope of another night with him.
He was a man, after all. With his busy schedule and global fame, there was no room for commitment or long-term relationships. Everything in his life moved too fast, too publicly, too tightly controlled.
Because of that, he relied on brief, private arrangements—carefully managed and kept out of the public eye—to relieve stress and maintain some sense of personal balance amid his packed schedule.
It was almost like something carefully curated over time. He didn’t have a specific type, but his manager knew him well enough to anticipate what he was comfortable with. Over the years, everything had become more structured—quiet introductions, formal agreements, and strict confidentiality before anything could proceed.
After the tour, Jungkook had been particularly insistent on arranging an NDA soon. The long schedule and constant pressure had built up, and he needed a way to release the pent up sexual frustration.
When the team decided to extend their stay in the country after the final stop, his manager quietly began looking into possible private, strictly confidential arrangements handled under NDAs.
It wasn’t urgent—more of a routine precaution when they had extended time in one location. In most cases, it was beneficial if the person involved was already an ARMY, since familiarity with boundaries and expectations made things easier. Over time, most of the people who signed were fans in one way or another, while others were simply individuals who happened to be in the right place at the right time and agreed to the confidentiality terms.
Jungkook himself rarely interfered with the process. He trusted his manager to handle the details, especially during tours and rare breaks when privacy mattered more than anything else. The goal was simple: rest, recovery, and avoiding unnecessary exposure.
That was why his manager moved discreetly when he saw you—subtly noting your presence, your behavior, and your isolation from the crowd before eventually placing a small calling card on your table.
When Jungkook saw you standing in front of him, frozen like a deer caught in headlights, all his rational thoughts slipped away for a moment. You looked so sweet, ready to be used.
Jungkook was unbearably horny.
He wasn’t the type to extend another night, even with a potential NDA—but he was the type who wouldn’t stop fucking you once you stepped into his space. The kind who fucked hard. The kind who took control and dominated you without hesitation. The kind who would leave marks—bruises that lingered long after the night ended. Whether you were the shy type or the bold type, you would fold once he touches you, once he pulls your hair and manoeuvres your body to his own liking.
He’s mean when he fucks, praising you in a degrading way… though he would always start off sweet, to ease the tension, with his usual kind self and bunny smiles.
But, afterwards?
He would fuck you like a dirty whore, play with you like a little toy, use you like a cum dump.
When he noticed how hesitant and vulnerable you were, he took the lead by making sure you were comfortable at first. But his patience was running thin. Your sweet scent engulfed his senses—your soft voice and small giggles, your shy smile and twinkling eyes—it all made his cock twitch.
It had been months—too long without a proper release. At first, he wanted to take his sweet time with you, but your hesitance and shy demeanor were driving him crazy. Jungkook wanted to bend you over and fuck your unused holes, wanted to wrap his hands around your neck, wanted to fuck your pretty mouth until you were gagging and crying for him, wanted to feel your warm pussy wrapped around him until he could no longer think straight.
He forcefully ripped your underwear, leaving red marks on your thighs. Your body was now fully exposed to him.
“Pretty girl,” he mused, when his gaze dropped at your pussy, you instinctively closed your legs.
He gripped your thighs, forcing them open so he could look at your cunt. “Pretty little pussy.” he whispered, staring at your cunt with a faint shine visible from your wetness. “Acting so shy yet your pussy is soaking.”
“Jungkook, p-please…” you pleaded, slightly moving your legs.
“Aww, a few moments ago you wouldn’t let me see you. Now you’re pleading, hmm?” he cooed.
Your breath hitched when his index finger traced the slit of your cunt, gathering your juices.
“Oh, t-that’s—” you whimpered.
You were long gone.
He was making you so wet and turned on. Not that you weren’t already—your shyness was already getting the best of you—but the moment he took the lead, whatever composure you had left began to slip away. Your thoughts scattered, your attention narrowing to him alone, your body reacting in a way that made you feel both overwhelmed and helplessly aware of him.
Your eyes widened when he licked the finger that had gathered your wetness, staring at you while his tongue rolled over it.
“Hmm, you taste so good.” his finger, now wet with saliva, went back down your cunt to gather your juices again, bringing it to his mouth to taste it once more.
“Do you taste yourself?”
“N-No, I haven’t,” you admitted shyly.
He placed his wet finger on your lip. “Open,” he said sharply, like he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
You slowly opened your mouth, his finger immediately sliding in so you could taste yourself.
“That’s it… twirl your tongue, baby.” You obediently twirled your tongue around his finger, your saliva dripping down his hand messily. His cock twitched at the sight, he pulled his finger from your mouth with a soft pop.
“Get on the bed and spread your legs.” slapping your thigh lightly to urge you up.
You were almost dizzy, his words barely registering in your mind… you stood up, almost stumbling, but Jungkook caught your waist firmly.
“Careful, baby.” he chuckled lowly, your cheeks heating up in response.
Your legs felt weak as you made your way to the bed, Jungkook following behind. When you bent down to remove your doll shoes, he held your arm to stop you.
“Leave them.”
“O-Okay,” your brows furrowed, slowly sitting on the bed with your doll shoes still on.
Jungkook raised a brow at you. “Raise your legs on the bed.”
“But my shoes…” you pouted.
Jungkook chuckled, crouching down to level with your face. “It has glitters, baby. No need to remove it.”
You blinked slowly, the realization settling in as you recalled his earlier comment about your dress and undergarments not having any glitter details.
Raising your feet, you let your doll shoes rest on the mattress. Your legs were folded as you adjusted yourself, your wet cunt fully exposed under his gaze.
Jungkook’s hand moved absently over his shorts as he looked at you with heavy-lidded eyes, his attention fixed on your wet pussy. “Spread wider, baby. Hold your ankles for me.”
You spread your legs wider, holding your ankles, making yourself open for him. Your juices leaked down onto the mattress, giving him a clear view. Your cheeks and neck turned red from what you were doing for him.
“That’s it, wider.” he groaned, removing his shirt and shorts in one go. Your arms almost gave out when you saw him naked in front of you.
He was so huge—his cock red and veiny, precum leaking from the tip, his hand gripping himself, rolling the foreskin, pumping more wetness onto his mushroom head.
Jungkook moved closer, looking down at your cunt while palming himself shamelessly. “Do you like how I touch my cock?’’
You whimpered when his other hand went down to you, his middle finger sliding into your hole easily. The wet squelching sound filled the room.
“Slut,” he whispered.
Using your wetness, he spread it around his cock like lubricant, mixing it with his precum. “You’re so wet baby, my good little whore.”
You whined, your arms growing tired from the position. When you tried to let go of your ankles, Jungkook slapped your pussy.
“Keep them open,” he said harshly, squeezing his cock tighter, releasing more precum at the tip.
“Let me see your pretty holes, yeah?” His cheeks hollowed as he gathered saliva and spat onto your exposed cunt, letting it drip inside your wanting hole.
“Jungkook, p-please… I can’t anymore,” you whined, your body clenching around nothing. You wanted him to touch you.
“Shh, be a good doll and stay still, yeah?” he groaned, spitting down on his cock, spreading it along his shaft as he pumped faster while looking at you.
It was so overwhelming—the way he looked at you while touching himself made you so wet.
“P-Please, t-touch me.” you pleaded, your eyes glossy with need, whining when you felt more of your juices spill onto the bed.
Jungkook groaned, “Be a good fucking slut and watch me touch my cock.”
It was obscenely dirty—watching him touch his cock so fast, his gaze locked on your pussy. Every now and then, he’d gather your slick with his fingers, spreading it along his length, making himself even wetter, even more desperate.
And just when it looked like he was about to cum—he stopped.
His hand tightened around the tip, squeezing just enough to hold himself back, dragging the moment out, edging himself with a restraint that only made it worse.
“Fuck!” he quickly kneeled down in front of you, his face now very close to your pussy. When you looked down, your eyes fluttered when you saw him staring closely at your twitching hole.
“You look so tight,” he groaned, his finger tracing your cunt lightly.
“Koo…” you moaned, already shaking from the contact.
He kissed your inner thigh, occasionally biting the soft skin to leave marks. When you were already getting too whiny, he leaned in closer, his tongue pushing inside you.
“Oh, Jungkook—” you moaned loudly, the feeling of his hot tongue inside your hole making you quiver. He was pushing his tongue so deep, like he wanted to collect all your juices.
“Mhm,” he moaned, the vibration giving soft pulses down your clit. He collected all your juices, sucking them as much as possible, going deeper and deeper just to spit it right back up on your swollen clit.
“Oh my gosh—” you whimpered. He was making you as messy as possible. When he wrapped his lips around your clit to suck, you almost saw stars from the pleasure, the sensation pulsating through your whole body making you roll your eyes back.
“You like that?” he murmured while sucking your clit, his tatted finger going inside your hole, releasing more juices from you.
You nodded almost instantly, holding your ankle tighter. When he nipped harshly on your clit, you almost dropped your legs, shaking from how good his lips and tongue felt. He looked up at you, still sucking your clit while inserting another finger inside you, instantly brushing your sensitive spot.
The way his middle and ring finger brushed your g-spot made your clit pulse. With the pressure of his lips around your clit, you were close to cumming.
“Jungkook, I-I’m gonna…”
“Go ahead baby, wanna eat your cum,” he whispered against your cunt, sucking harder, his fingers moving aggressively inside you.
You were shaking. When you felt your high building, you almost pushed him away, letting go of your ankles to grip his hair.
“Jungkook! S-Stop,” you pleaded weakly. The pleasure was too much, too intense. His pace did not falter, his hand pressing your lower stomach down.
When he removed his fingers, you thought he was done, but he immediately rubbed your clit in circles, spitting down on your hood while holding your wriggling body in place.
You moaned loudly… his fingers, his mouth, his spit—all of it pushed you over the edge. You came so hard you almost fainted.
He still didn’t stop- you were overstimulated, trying to push him away, but he wouldn’t let you, drawing more release out of you. The pressure of his fingers dragged you into another climax, making you squirt messily around him, splashing his face, his neck, his body.
“S-stop, please Koo…” you cried, shaking uncontrollably as you squirted again. His fingers still didn’t stop. His dark eyes stayed fixed on your swollen pussy, amusement etched across his face.
“Messy girl, good job baby.” he cooed, giving your pussy a light slap to coax out the remaining slick.
Your cheeks were wet with tears, your body weak from orgasm. He leaned down, holding your cheeks gently to make you look at him.
“Poor baby, let me wipe your tears, hmm?”
He leaned down, licking your tears slowly, his hot tongue dragging wetly across your cheeks.
You whimpered, your body barely holding itself together. His lips moved down to your nipple, sucking the hard bud softly, while his other hand caressed your other breast, pinching and rolling your nipples.
His throbbing cock grinds against your spent pussy, his swollen tip smearing messily against your slit, spreading his precum all over your cunt.
“Koo…” you said softly, still tired and hazy from your release.
His mouth moved to your other nipple, his teeth tugging slightly, making you gasp. You were certain you would have bruises—the way he sucked your nipple mirrored how he had sucked your clit, lingering just enough to draw a reaction, coating it in spit before taking it fully into his mouth.
“Baby, can you feel how hard I am for you?” he whispered, his cock grinding slowly against your wet pussy, his tip brushing your clit… making you wetter again. “Do you know how long I wanted to fuck a nice warm pussy?” He grabbed your neck, your lips parting instinctively. He took the chance to spit into your mouth, leaning down to slip his tongue in messily, swallowing your moans and protests. His grip tightened each time you whimpered.
“Been touching my hard cock for months baby,” His movements were slow, deliberate—drawing arousal back into your body. “Need your tight pussy so bad.” The way he rolled his hips against you, the way he silenced you with his tongue so no protests could leave your mouth.
“You wanted this?” he groaned against your lips, releasing your neck only to squeeze your breast harshly.
“Ouch, Koo—”
“Answer me,” he said sharply, tapping your right cheek.
“I w-want this,” you said with glossy eyes, small hands gripping his arm tightly.
He tilted his head at you. “Yeah? You wanted to be fucked like a slut don’t you?” he taunted, sitting up to squeeze his cock, teasing himself by twirling his index finger over his tip. “Are you a slut? hmm?”
You nodded weakly. “Would do anything for y-you.’’ you said shyly.
Jungkook raised a brow, standing up at the edge of the bed. “Come here then, crawl to me.”
It was degrading, the way he treats you like a slut for him to use… yet it makes you wetter, makes you hornier. You crawl towards him like a good whore, looking up at him with pleading, sparkly eyes. Your makeup is ruined, your hair disheveled, your doll shoes still intact, making you look like a ruined sex doll.
“Good girl, now wrap your hands around my cock.” he rasped, holding the base out for you. When your small, shaky hands felt his veiny shaft, you almost came again. It twitched in your grip, hard and flushed red at the tip.
He groaned. “Spit on it, baby. Make it nice and wet for me.”
You spat on his cock, spreading it around the base before moving your hands up and down, rolling the foreskin as you worked him. He moaned loudly, head tipping back, jaw clenched, sweat forming across the expanse of his chest.
“That’s it, what a good little whore.” he praised, caressing your hair.
You tried your best to make him feel good. You raised your other hand, spitting into your palm and spreading it together with his precum.
Jungkook groaned at the sight. Using both of your hands, you made a twisting motion along his length, looking up at him like a good girl.
“I w-want you,” you said with a bit of confidence.
Jungkook cursed under his breath. “Suck my cock.” He slapped your hands away, then pulled your hair, forcing you to take his cock into your mouth. His breath hitched when he felt you gag around him, your nose pressed against his pelvis, your eyes turning watery.
“Take it,” he groaned harshly, guiding your head up and down like you were his personal fleshlight. You tried your best to take him, even though he was so big in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat.
It was sloppy and nasty. Your tongue pressed flat against the underside of his cock, tracing the mushroom tip while you hollowed your cheeks and sucked hard. Spit and precum was leaking down your chin, your eyes glossy and red, the way you twirled your tongue to trace the veins of his cock made him groan.
“Hands behind your back,” he panted.
You immediately did what he said, your body fully under his control. When he pushed deeper, your face pressed against his pubic hair. You choked, saliva and precum bubbling at the corners of your mouth, you want to tap his leg, the air in your lungs limited.
“You look so pretty with my cock- fuck! I’m gonna cum.” he grunted, keeping you close until you felt the liquid heat spreading inside your throat. He forced you to swallow, keeping your face snug against his pelvis so not a single drop would spill.
When he released your head, you almost collapsed onto the bed. Your eyes were red, your mouth slightly bruised, and your neck ached from the way he had angled your face. Due to exhaustion, you let him maneuver your body, pushing you down and flipping you over.
“Bend over, baby. I’m not done using you.”
He was still hard, giving his cock a few more pumps before guiding it towards your pussy.
“Open your pussy, baby. Be a useful slut and spread yourself for me.”
With weak hands, you reached back to spread yourself for him, opening your folds. Your wetness leaked down your inner thighs.
“Look at you. You just came, yet your pussy already wants more… dripping all over my sheets like a whore.” he said mockingly.
You whimpered. “P-please, f-fuck me.” You were almost crying, your arms tired and your body aching from the position, but you wanted to please him so badly, wanted him to use you till you could no longer take it anymore.
Jungkook chuckled behind you. You thought he would tease you again, but you gasped when he suddenly pushed his cock inside you. Despite your earlier orgasm, the stretch was still painful, making you scream into the sheets.
“You’re so tight, fuck.” he groaned, looking down at his cock getting swallowed by your tight pussy.
He leaned down, pressing your head down further, his cock pushing deeper and deeper, making you squirm in both pleasure and pain.
“Fucking slut, so tight around daddy.” he whispered, your face buried in the sheets.
You clenched around him, whining against the mattress.
“Oh, you like that?” he taunted, pushing deeper until he reached your g-spot.
You could feel every drag of his cock inside you—his veins, his mushroom tip. The stretch was so good you were close to cumming, clenching around him as he fucked you deeper.
“Stop that, baby, I’m gonna cum.” he almost laughed, pulling your hair up so he could see your face. “Want to fuck you for hours, baby. I’m gonna use your tiny hole till daddy can’t release cum anymore. Do you want that?”
You whimpered, “Yes, d-daddy.”
He groaned harshly; the way you called him made him even hornier. He pulled out and shifted down on his side, pulling your body snug against his chest, your back pressed against him. “Keep your legs up,” he whispered, holding his cock and directing it against your leaking hole.
You didn’t expect to be fucked by Jungkook sideways. He held your waist while driving his hard cock into you, your legs spread wide in the air as his lips nipped harshly at your neck.
“Feels so g-good, daddy.” you moaned, your body bouncing slightly from the force of the way he was fucking you.
Jungkook bit your neck, his hands moving down to rub your clit. “Uhuh, daddy’s gonna fill you with so much cum and you’re gonna hold it like a good girl.’’
You moaned, trying to bite your moans back, but Jungkook slapped your clit harshly. “Moan louder,” he groaned, his balls hitting your ass as he pushes his cock all the way out just to push it harder all the way in.
“J-Jungkook.” you moaned, eyes rolling back.
“Louder.”
“Jungkook!” you moaned louder.
“Good girl,” he chuckled behind you, his fingers coming back down to rub your clit again.
You could feel your cum dripping down your thighs, the loud squelching sound of his cock fucking into your pussy and his deep groans pushing you to the edge. When he gave your clit a good rub, you came all over his cock, your pussy clenching around his girth, releasing so much cum. You held his wrist to stop him, your thighs shaking—you were certain you almost drooled from the deep pulses your cunt was producing.
Jungkook groaned behind you. You gasped weakly when he removed himself inside your twitching pussy, your cum leaking onto the mattress, but he immediately lowered his head to catch your cum, wasting no drop.
“I c-cant, too much!” you cried.
Jungkook held your thighs firmly, slurping all your juices like a starved man. When he raised his head, his chin and nose were wet from your arousal. Using both his index fingers, he opened your hood, exposing your puffy clit. He leaned down to suck it, and you gasped when you felt your cum and his warm saliva spreading.
“Oh daddy,” you moaned, another wave of pleasure rolling through your body.
He looked up at you, his tongue giving kitten licks on your clit. “Are you daddy’s good girl?” he murmured against it, his thumb circling the bud, the dual sensation making you lose your mind. “Do you like how daddy eats your pussy?”
“Yes daddy, it f-feels nice.”
“Nice?” Jungkook chuckled, sucking his thumb before rubbing his spit all over your clit. “Is this nice?” he mocked, looking at your bud as it looked so swollen and pink.
“Describe nice for me,” he growled before standing up, carrying you with him. Your thighs wrapped around his waist as he walked beside the large mirror. Using both of his hands, he held your ass and pushed his cock inside your used hole, using almost no strength to lift your body just to push you up and down around his hard cock.
You could see your reflection in the mirror—the way he used your body to pleasure himself, the way his biceps flexed every time he pushed and pulled you against him. He carried you like a feather, your body like a used, fucked-up sex doll.
“Is this… nice?” he mocked you, his lips parted as he looked at your pleasured face. He could feel your juices dripping down his muscular thighs. He chuckled at you. “Too dumb to answer, baby? Is my cock making you feel so good?”
You squealed, gripping his arms tightly as your body bounced up and down. He was going so fast, his hips snapping against you, pushing up while forcing you down, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix.
“Gonna cum, baby. Would you hold my cum inside like what I taught you?” he panted, his thrusts getting sloppy, his eyes hazy.
“Y-Yes daddy.”
Jungkook groaned, his hands gripping your ass hard, enough that it hurt. His cock drilled in so deep that you whimpered when he pulled your body close, forcing you down as he spilled all of his warm cum inside you. He groaned beside your ear, biting your neck through his intense orgasm, balls deep and snug against your ass. Your legs were shaking; you felt so full. You tried to move, but his grip was too strong. You could feel all of his cum filling your pussy, and it was so much that you could feel some of it dripping down your legs.
You thought he was done when he removed his cock inside you. Your legs wobbled as he quickly set you down on the bed, his hands palming your pussy as if to keep his cum inside you. Your eyes almost went out of their sockets when you saw that he was still hard.
“Raise your legs,” he rasped, gripping his cock from the base as he spread the cum that was left on his girth.
When you weakly raised your legs, he could see how much cum was inside your pussy, threatening to spill out.
“Touch yourself, push my cum deeper,” he said with serious eyes while staring at your hole.
Your eyes widened. “J-Jungkook, t-thats-”
‘’Come on baby, daddy’s waiting.”
You gulped harshly. He was slowly rubbing his swollen cock, teasing the tip while waiting for you to move. Your small hand slowly reached down to your hole, pushing his cum deeper, but some of it spilled onto the bed. You tried your best to push it in further, but your past orgasm was still overstimulating you.
“Like this, d-daddy?’’ you said shyly.
Jungkook groaned, staring at his cum in your tight hole. “Good job baby, can you add another finger for me?”
You added another finger. It was a lot easier to push his cum deeper, but your pussy was getting sensitive. You were whimpering—the fact that he was just staring at you while rubbing his mushroom tip made you chase another high you didn’t even realize was coming. The pad of your fingers brushing against your g-spot with his cum felt so good, forcing you into another mind-blowing orgasm. The fact that you came just from pushing his cum deeper felt so dirty.
“Oh my gosh, I-fuck..” you were convulsing. You removed your fingers, trying to close your thighs shut, but Jungkook held your legs. He quickly inserted his hard cock, you were still pulsating and the feeling of his cock replacing your fingers extended your orgasm, your wet pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock.
“Fuck you feel so good, Daddy didn’t stretch you enough huh? You’re still fucking tight.” he growled, his hips making a rolling motion as his fingers pinched your nipples harshly.
Your tongue was almost out, your pussy still quivering, your clit so sensitive that even the feeling of his pubic hair brushing against it felt incredibly intense.
“Gonna fuck that tight little pussy till your loose, so that everytime you touch yourself your fingers would be too small for your gaping hole.” he grunted, his hands holding both of your wrists above your head, his other hand gripping your throat. He was fucking you so hard that your body was bouncing up. He crouched down to lick your sweaty neck, then moved down to your underarm, licking your sweat messily. You tried to move your arms, but his hold was firm, licking your other underarm and creating a huge wet mess.
“I-I’m close,” you choked, chasing another orgasm, overwhelmed by how many times you had come—you were certain your pussy would be numb after this.
“Hold it, you slut.” he bit the swell of your breast causing you to scream.
He held your body up, then laid down on the bed while holding your waist, placing you on top of him.
“Ride my cock.”
Desperate for release, you positioned your body in front of him, but Jungkook stopped you.
“On your back, babygirl.” he tapped your thighs.
Your cheeks reddened as you positioned your body with your back facing him. When you sank down, you immediately moaned, your ass against his lower stomach. The stretch felt so good, the veins on his cock filling your spongey walls perfectly.
“That’s it, make daddy proud.” he groaned, holding your waist while you moved up and down on him. Your legs were aching, but you didn’t care. When you felt his right tattooed hand slapping your ass, you almost came.
“You look so pretty.” you heard him whisper, his hand caressing your ass, your brows furrowed when his hand went deeper. “Lower your body for me.”
Confused and a bit dazed, you lowered your body while still riding him. You shrieked loudly when his fingers played with your exposed rim, circling around the hole. You held his thighs, squeezing them hard when he tried to push his thumb in, the stretch making you shiver.
“Would you let me fuck you here, baby?’’ he whispered, pushing this thumb deeper, your tight walls swallowing him.
You haven’t done that before—you can’t even imagine it. He was the first man who touched you there. You were in so deep that you desperately nodded, clenching around his cock as the thought excited you.
He chuckled, “You’re so dirty baby, gonna let me fill all your holes hmm?”
You nodded again. “Yes, only for you J-Jungkook.”
“Yeah? you love me that much huh? I bet you hump your little cooky plushies thinking it’s my hard cock instead.”
He removed his thumb from your ass just to insert his middle and index finger, causing you to scream at the stretch. "Tell me baby, how many times have you masturbated huh?" Your movements slowed down from the sensation.
“Do you fantasize about me? Fantasize about your bias fucking your slutty holes?’’ he taunted, pushing his fingers deeper, his hips pushing up to meet your thrusts.
It was embarrassing; you didn’t answer, afraid to admit the dirty things you did every time you thought of Jungkook—afraid to admit how dirty you were behind your shy demeanor and innocent looks. You liked him so much, idolized him for years, dreamed about meeting him, dreamed about attending his concert, and in your most hidden fantasies… you dreamed about being his girlfriend, what it feels like to be loved by him, to be fucked by him.
“Hmm, baby? I bet you do,” he chuckled.
He removed his fingers, slapping your ass cheeks, then flipping you down onto the bed. “My dirty little girl, touching her little holes while thinking about her bias.”
You couldn’t maintain eye contact, your fingers fiddling with the sheets when he went down to grind his cock against your pussy, both of his arms beside your head.
“Aww baby, are you shy?” he cooed, pushing his cock inside you, trying to find the angle that hits your spot.
You pouted, your eyes a bit hesitant. He held your cheeks so you would look at him. “Don’t worry… daddy’s here, I’m gonna fuck you so good and make your dreams come true.”
He spit into your parted mouth, urging you to swallow before fucking mercilessly into your tight hole. He held your thighs, almost folding you in half. Your pussy was so stretched and swollen. He leaned down to whisper moans in your ear, his movements so fast you were impressed by his stamina at this point.
“Cum with me baby,” he panted, his thrusts getting sloppy, his mushroom tip hitting the right spot.
Jungkook forced you into another orgasm. You thought you wouldn’t cum, but your pussy was pulsating so badly, his cock still drilling inside you.
He let out a strained growl, his breathing turning heavier with each passing second. When you felt him cumming, he removed his cock from your pussy… quickly inserting it into your other unused hole.
You screamed loudly, the stretch sudden and painful… you could feel his cock pushing his cum deep inside your ass, the sensation making you shake and cry. When you tried to move, he held your waist tightly, balls snug so he could keep his warm cum inside.
He kissed your cheek, “So good for me, so pretty, so tight.” he whispered.
You thought he was done, but when he kissed you hard, his tongue dominating yours, you realized he wasn’t fully sated yet. He pulled you onto the nearest table, bending you over, your hands gripping it for support.
“Lift your leg here, baby,” he instructed, lifting your other leg so you were exposed to him.
The memories were hazy—you remembered him fucking you on the table while your cheeks burned red from the way he pushed you down. You could see the reflection in the mirror, your doll shoes still intact, the table wet from your drool. After that, he fucked your breasts, urging you to suck the tip like a good little whore.
Every time you thought he was done, he would pull you back again, whispering dirty praises about how you were such a good slut for him. His stamina was so impressive, and you were also impressed that you managed to stay awake the whole time.
Even when he was washing you up, he was very sweet, washing your hair and body, yet his fingers were still trailing down your swollen pussy. You protested, but he told you not to worry, saying, “Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna rub the pain away,” while rubbing your pussy in slow circles, causing you to release another orgasm in the shower.
Before you drifted off to sleep, you felt him spreading your legs, whispering. “Last one pretty girl, let me leave you a present when you wake up, yeah? All nice and wet in the morning.”
It felt almost unreal—like something pulled from a dream you weren’t fully ready to believe had happened.
When you woke up, Jungkook was no longer there.
Your body felt heavy, drained in a way that made even small movements difficult. You shifted under the covers, blinking slowly as reality started to settle in piece by piece.
The room was quiet. Still.
When you sat up, your gaze fell to your doll shoes placed neatly nearby.
You stared at them for a long moment, your chest tightening in a way you couldn’t quite explain. A quiet reminder that last night had not been a dream.
You weakly stood up, wearing a comfy oversized shirt you were certain was his. Walking over to the table, you noticed a set of breakfast meals laid out—eggs, waffles, bacon, fruits, and a pitcher of orange juice.
Still a bit dazed, you sat down on the couch and stared at the food in front of you, your mind struggling to catch up with reality. Last night still felt distant, almost unreal—like something your brain hadn’t fully accepted yet. But every time you shifted slightly and felt the marks on your skin, the memory returned sharply.
It was real.
You knew the rules. You would never see him again, you would never contact him again, and anything that happened that night would stay with you—carried quietly, taken to your grave.
Your eyes grew teary, not because you regretted it, but because some part of you wished it didn’t end so quickly.
Wished it lasted longer.
You knew better—that you and him were not in a fairytale. You wouldn’t be the special girl who eventually ends up with him. You weren’t inside some ridiculous fanfiction where he would text you afterward, telling you he missed you, that he wanted to see you again, that he might even love you. Pure fiction.
Looking at the food in front of you, your eyes caught a small folded paper tucked beside the plate.
When you opened it, you had expected something sweet—maybe a cute note, maybe his number. You already knew the number he used wasn’t personal anyway, just an exclusive one-night line tied to the NDA.
“Dollshoes.”
It was written quickly, but you recognized his handwriting immediately.
You looked around and spotted a paper bag beside the bed. You stood up at once, walking towards it, your hands already shaking before you even reached it.
Carefully, you opened it.
Inside was a pair of glittery doll shoes.
You searched for a note, but there was none.
You pouted slightly, your heart still skipping at the small gesture. It wasn’t much—but it was something. At least he had left something for you.
It had been months since that night, but you would never forget it.
You told no one—not Mina, not anyone, not even in passing. You were almost afraid that speaking it out loud would make it less real… or worse, make you forget it entirely, reducing it to something that only felt like a dream.
Over the months, something else slowly clicked into place.
While reviewing your notes one day, your eyes drifted absentmindedly to your tote bag. Only then did you notice the small cooky keychain attached to it.
It had to have been what his manager saw.
A quiet sense of relief settled in you then—knowing that despite changing bags since that day, you had never taken it off.
You also tried to think harder—why did he give you a pair of doll shoes? Does he do that with all his hookups? Does he give them a farewell gift too after sleeping with them?
The thought left a strange mix in your chest. A little sadness. A little jealousy you couldn’t quite justify.
And yet, the doll shoes still felt like a strong reminder that you were once his—like he gave you something so you wouldn’t forget him.
Sometimes you would even wonder if everything that happened was only your imagination. His manager’s contact number, Jungkook’s number—gone from your phone. The NDA had included a strict no-contact clause, and everything tied to that night had disappeared with it.
Afterward, you didn’t see them anymore, and you had no idea whether they had even stayed in the country or left immediately.
The moment the marks on your body began to fade, you almost cried—like something of him was slowly slipping away from you too.
Wearing the doll shoes he gave you, you sat in a nice outdoor coffee shop with your laptop and a hot latte.
It had been almost a year.
Despite the beautiful view around you, your attention was fixed on your screen. You were writing a paper—your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment longer than necessary, like they understood something you didn’t want to admit.
You had been careful. Writing the details with precaution.
You changed the places, the countries, the names. You rewrote reality until it no longer belonged to anyone but you. Until it couldn’t be traced back—not to him, not to that night, not to the NDA that should have never felt real in the first place.
You even made sure to hide it in plain sight.
Just another fanfiction.
Just another story.
Just enough to protect yourself.
Just enough to protect him.
Your foot tapped lightly beneath the table, uneven, restless. A habit you picked up a year ago. A habit you never lost.
And then you wrote it—the memory still too fresh to feel like a memory at all.
“Please, please, please!” you whispered to yourself, fingers crossed tightly as you stared at the three screens in front of you.
And for a brief second—you wondered if anyone would believe it was just fiction.
summary: your pink, sparkly nails… and your boyfriend’s gift that matches them perfectly: a pink glittery vibrator.
warnings: dom!jungkook x shy!submissive reader, explicit sexual content, usage of vibrator, panty sniffing, masturbation, slapping, usage of whore/slut, dumb baby, clit stimulation, spitting, nipple play, cum play, cum fucking, dom/sub dynamic, daddy, degradation, praising, cum eating, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, fingering, dirty talk, penetration, creampie.
pt.1 lollipop pt.2 cookie pt.3 10 mins pt.4 pretty
⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂˚₊┈┈୨୧┈┈‧₊˚⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂
“This is supposed to be a strawberry!” You frowned, putting the nail polish down and raising your right hand in the air to inspect your finished nails.
You had decided to paint them today, carefully designing them with pink hearts and strawberries. Your left hand looks good—better than you expected, actually—even though you struggled quite a bit with the tiny details. The strawberries are neat, the hearts round enough to pass.
But your right hand? A mess.
Your non-dominant hand tried its best, but the result looks like some strange, misshapen blob rather than a strawberry, the tiny seeds uneven and the shape lopsided. It makes your lips pout in immediate disappointment.
With a defeated sigh, you reach for the top coat instead, deciding to finish them rather than start all over again. Your neck already aches from leaning down for hours, shoulders slightly stiff from concentrating too hard on something that was supposed to be relaxing.
After finishing your finals, you were granted a three-week break—three whole weeks without lectures, deadlines, or sleepless nights. Naturally, you decided to dedicate it to the things you missed the most: your family, your little bakeshop, and your boyfriend.
The first week was spent at your mother’s house. Slow mornings in the garden with her, warm sunlight settling over the grass while you chatted about everything you had missed during the semester. The dogs you grew up with practically tackled you the moment you arrived, overly excited from the long absence. Evenings were quieter—helping your dad cook dinner, laughing over small kitchen mishaps, and eventually spending time redecorating your childhood room just for the fun of it.
The second week was for your bakeshop. You opened it for a few days, not for anything big—just a small batch of pastries for the regulars who always came back whenever you had time to bake. Chocolate muffins cooling neatly on the rack, trays of cookies filling the shop with that warm, buttery smell, and a few cupcakes decorated with soft pastel frosting. You also set aside a few boxes, of course.
One for your family.
A few for your friends.
And one for your boyfriend.
The last week, though, you decided to spend at your boyfriend's house. Jungkook has been busy lately—busy enough that the house often feels a little too quiet during the day. The band’s upcoming album has him running in and out constantly, studio sessions stretching longer than expected, meetings piling one after another.
You can’t really blame him. Sometimes your schedules simply refuse to align, and lately, it feels like the two of you have been passing each other by more than actually spending time together. Still, staying here feels nice. Even when he isn’t around.
Because of his busy schedule, he promised to call you whenever he found a moment of free time. He also decided to buy you a few things to keep you occupied while he was gone.
You told him you didn’t mind.
You enjoyed preparing his meals before he left for work in the morning. You appreciated the little updates and photos he always sent you throughout the day, and the small for you gifts he often brought home after long hours at the studio. To you, that was already more than enough.
But Jungkook, being Jungkook, decided to spoil you anyway.
You loved to paint, and instead of letting you bring your own palettes and supplies to his house, he went out and bought an entirely new set—fresh paint, new brushes, tools, and several blank canvases waiting to be filled. You loved to cook too, so rather than letting you work with whatever ingredients he already had in the kitchen, he stocked the fridge and pantry with new ones—fresh produce, baking supplies, spices you liked using. And since you also enjoyed doing little girly things on your days off, he bought you makeup, a few pretty dresses, and an entire stack of brand-new nail polishes.
Before you even realized it, everything had been prepared. His gifts sat neatly around the house, quietly waiting to be used. You insisted you didn’t need all of it, guilt settling in your chest whenever you thought about how much he must have spent. But Jungkook always brushed it off so easily, smiling in that simple way of his. He would only tell you the same thing every time.
It was just his way of showing how much he loves you.
Because Jungkook doesn’t see you the way you see him, your love for him has always been loud.
Loud in quiet ways.
In the packed lunches you carefully prepare for him in the morning. In the sweet treats you bake just because you know how much he loves desserts. In the soft kiss you press to his cheek before he leaves for work, and the gentle hug you give him when he comes home exhausted after a long day. It shows in the way you listen when he talks about his plans, his music, his career—paying attention to every little detail because it matters to him.
In the way you encourage him whenever doubt creeps into his voice, when he begins questioning himself or the path he chose. Even in the effort you make to understand the games he plays, learning just enough so you can sit beside him and spend time together, even if you’re only watching.
And, of course, in the small handwritten notes you leave behind—little pieces of your heart folded into paper, given to him whenever words feel too big to say out loud.
Your love for him was loud.
So loud that it silenced the uncertainties that once lived quietly in his heart.
“Maybe glitters will do.” You murmured to yourself, reaching for the tiny bottle and adding a layer of sparkles to salvage the design. Carefully, you applied the last coat, tilting your hand under the light as if the shimmer alone could somehow convince you it looked better.
It… helped. A little.
At least now the strawberry didn’t look quite as tragic. After what felt like an eternity of waiting for the polish to dry, you finally stood up from the table, stretching your stiff shoulders before heading upstairs towards Jungkook’s room.
He came home earlier today.
You barely noticed at first, too focused on fixing the disaster on your nails, but he had quietly walked over, leaned down, and pressed a kiss to your cheek while you were still frowning at your tiny strawberries. You were too busy concentrating to say much. Jungkook, on the other hand, looked exhausted. So he decided to take a rest.
Normally you would have gone upstairs with him immediately, curling into his side to cuddle while he rested. But since you were still busy with your nails, he simply smiled, brushing a hand over your head before leaving you to finish. Now that you were done, you couldn’t help but follow.
You slowly opened the bedroom door, peeking your head inside first to check if he was still sleeping. The room was quiet.
Carefully, you slipped inside and closed the door behind you, tiptoeing towards the bed. Jungkook lay sprawled across it, one arm draped over his eyes, his chest rising and falling slowly in sleep. Trying to be as quiet as possible, you gently climbed onto the mattress, moving to lie beside him— Your eyes widened when his arm suddenly moved. He lifted it from his face, revealing his sleepy eyes already looking straight at you.
“Hi,” you said in a little voice, crawling beside him.
Jungkook instinctively opened his arms to welcome you. One of his eyes remained closed while the other lazily peeked at your movements, still heavy with sleep.
“You done with your nails pretty?” He drawled lazily, the drowsiness still thick in his voice.
“Yes!” You giggled, immediately wrapping your arms around him and settling your head comfortably on his chest. His arms fell around you on instinct, hands resting at your waist as his fingers began lazily caressing your sides.
“Sorry for waking you up, just wanted to cuddle.” You pouted softly, rubbing your cheek against the warmth of his chest.
Jungkook chuckled lowly, the sound rumbling beneath your ear. “It’s okay, fell asleep while waiting for you.” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head before letting out a quiet sigh. “Let me see your nails.” He whispered, his left hand slowly traveling down to find yours.
You rolled over onto your stomach, your chest pressing lightly against his as you lifted your hands between the two of you, presenting your work proudly.
“Tada!” You giggled, wiggling your fingers right in front of his face while his sleepy doe eyes tried their best to focus on the tiny details of your nails.
Jungkook chuckled. “Cute, are these stickers baby?” He said, tracing one of the little hearts you had carefully painted.
“No, Kookie! I painted them!” You said proudly, lifting your hand to show the little fruit on your ring finger. “Look, isn't it cute.”
Jungkook studied them carefully, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to focus on the tiny design. “It’s pretty, I like the tomatoes.”
Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
He was looking at your right hand, smiling at it so innocently that it made your brows furrow instantly, a grumpy pout forming on your lips.
“They’re strawberries Koo, not tomatoes.” You said in a pouty voice, raising both of your hands in front of him. “They are both strawberries, my theme is pink hearts and strawberries.”
Your boyfriend bit his lip, blinking slowly at you, his big boba eyes studying your increasingly offended expression. It was almost too cute for him to handle.
Jungkook pouted. “I thought your theme were random fruits, baby.” he said with a chuckle, glancing back at your nails again—but before he could look any longer, you quickly hid your hands from him.
“No!” You pouted, pushing yourself up as if you were about to leave, but his hand quickly found your waist, holding you in place while he nearly laughed.
“They’re pretty, baby.” He chuckled, clearly enjoying the little frown on your face. His other hand reached for yours, gently pulling them back so he could see your nails again.
“You thought they were tomatoes!” You accused, now looking down at your own nails, inspecting them carefully as if trying to figure out whether they really did resemble tomatoes.
Jungkook smiled, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he watched you. He pulled you closer, leaning in to kiss the pout on your lips.
“It’s pretty baby, I like it.” He whispered, gently caressing your hands. His kisses were like poison to your system—completely disarming you, melting every bit of resistance you had. Your annoyance faded almost instantly as his lips traveled from yours down to your jaw.
“Really?” You murmured softly, already distracted by the trail of his kisses.
Jungkook nodded against your skin.
“Uh-huh, the glitters are cute.” He whispered, his lips moving lower, brushing against your neck.
You smiled, pleased that he had noticed. “I know! They look prettier with it.” You wiggled your fingers happily in front of him.
“Hmm.. speaking of glitters, I got you something.” Jungkook whispered.
You gasped softly when he suddenly nipped at your neck, the small bite catching you off guard. “Huh? What’s that?” You asked, biting your lip as your eyes fluttered shut, your attention slowly drifting away from your nails and towards your boyfriend's wandering kisses.
Jungkook tapped your arm. “Get up.” He said softly, though there was a faint edge in his voice that made you pause.
Confused, you lifted yourself off his chest and sat up. Jungkook reached towards the bedside drawer, pulling out a small rectangular box wrapped neatly with a pink ribbon. Your eyes widened. “You got me a gift Koo!” You immediately grabbed it, your eyes sparkling with excitement.
His heavy-lidded eyes looked down at you, slowly wandering over your exposed thighs, the hem of his oversized shirt loosely draped over your small body.
“Open it pretty, it’ll look good with your nails.”
You smiled widely, carefully untying the ribbon while his large hands slowly roamed over your soft thighs. His head dipped down to your neck, pressing soft, absentminded kisses along your skin as you focused on the box.
You lifted the lid carefully.
Your brows furrowed in confusion when you saw a small pink glittery bullet resting inside. Curious, you picked it up, noticing the tiny buttons along its side.
“What’s this Koo?” You said curiously, lifting it closer to your face as you tried to analyze the unfamiliar object. It was pretty—very much your style—with its pastel pink color and shiny glitter.
You pressed one of the buttons experimentally.
A small gasp escaped you when it suddenly began vibrating in your hand. Jungkook was still busy kissing your neck, his hands now lazily tracing slow circles along your inner thighs.
“Hmm, would you let me show you how to use it?” he whispered.
You blinked, looking down at the object again before nodding eagerly. “Okay Kookie, thank you!!! it looks good with my strawberry nails.”
You smiled shyly as you showed it to him, your fingers wrapping around the pink bullet, your glittery nails catching the light as you held it up.
Jungkook lifted his head to look at you, his heavy eyes dark with heat as they slowly traveled down to your hands holding his gift. Beneath the thin fabric of his shorts, his cock was already beginning to harden.
“Pretty, yeah?” He murmured, gently guiding your hand and adjusting your grip so you held the bullet properly.
“Oh, is that how you hold it?” You giggled, admiring how nice your nails looked wrapped around it.
“Uh-huh, can you lay down for me?”
Confused, you slowly lowered yourself onto the bed, still holding his gift in your right hand. Jungkook shifted his body, positioning himself in front of you.
“Spread your legs, pretty girl.” He tapped your legs lightly, signaling for you to open them.
You blinked, warmth immediately creeping up your neck and ears as realization slowly began to settle in. Your gaze dropped to the small device in your hand, your little brain quietly piecing things together.
A pink glittery vibrator.
Heat pooled between your legs, spreading warmth through your body. Your cheeks flushed, nipples pressing hard against your shirt as sudden arousal and anticipation shot through you, every nerve alive with the awareness of what he wanted you to do.
You slowly opened your legs, almost trembling. Jungkook’s gaze dropped to you, dark and heavy, pupils dilated, drinking you in. Impatiently, he shifted closer, nudging your legs wider, settling himself between them as he sat in front of you.
“Good girl, now press the lowest button baby.” He ordered softly.
You hesitated, searching for the right button, but your fingers accidentally pressed the highest one. A sharp gasp escaped you as powerful vibrations pulsed through your hands, sending shivers up your spine.
Jungkook chuckled lowly, crouching down to adjust it for you. “Here, baby girl.”
Your eyes widened as you realized how large his hand looked against the small vibrator, his tattooed fingers carefully manipulating it for you.
A harsh gulp escaped you as Jungkook slowly lifted the hem of your shirt around your waist, exposing your clothed cunt. A small wet patch had already begun to form at the center, damp and needy.
Jungkook groaned, his cock twitching at the sight, his eyes dark with want as he watched your cute little panties cling to your arousal.
“Wet for me already, baby?” He teased, staring at the slick through the fabric.
Your cheeks flamed red, and you bit your lip shyly. “Mmph, I’m e-excited, Koo.” You admitted in a tiny, honest voice, unable to hide your need.
Jungkook tilted his head, eyes dark with heat. “Yeah?” He shifted slightly, pressing his hard cock against his shorts, thick and heavy.
You nodded eagerly, your back arching almost instinctively from the rush of anticipation. “Want to use your g-gift for me.”
He groaned loudly, precum leaking from the tip of his mushroom head. “Put daddy’s gift against your panties.” His voice carried a sharp edge that made your heart race.
Without hesitation, you pressed the vibrator against your clothed cunt, letting out a loud whimper as the pulsing vibrations hit your swollen pussy. "Mhm, Koo..."
“How does it feel?” he asked lowly, tongue playing with his lip ring, eyes dark and fixated on your panties, which were becoming wetter by the second.
You didn’t answer, lips parted from the overwhelming sensation, hips instinctively bucking against the device. The soft, teasing vibrations made your clit tingle violently, coaxing more juices from your tight hole.
“Tell daddy how it feels or I’ll turn that off.” His voice hardened, commanding.
You gasped, lost and desperate,“It feels n-nice, daddy.” your body trembling.
“Mhm, you’re getting so wet.” He murmured as he watched your panties cling to your skin, nearly see-through from how soaked your pussy was.
The pink bullet pulsed against your clit, massaging you perfectly, teasing and stimulating you relentlessly. Jungkook nudged your legs wider, noticing how your thighs were already trembling.
“Remove your panties for me.” He commanded, voice low and edged with want.
A soft whine escaped you as you slowly pulled them off, the string of slick connecting the fabric making your cheeks burn with shyness and overwhelming need.
Jungkook cursed under his breath, getting the panties from your hands. “So messy for me.” He groaned, lifting the damp fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply, eyes rolling back in pleasure.
“K-Kookie—” you started to protest, heat crawling over your body as he sniffed the scent of your wet arousal.
“Keep playing with your pussy.” He demanded, guiding your trembling hands back to your bare, wet cunt.
You almost cried out when the vibrator pressed against your bare swollen cunt. The sensation was sharper, stronger, far more overwhelming than before. Your back arched instinctively, toes curling as pleasure rippled through your entire body.
You barely noticed when Jungkook stripped the rest of his clothes, his cock standing proud and thick, veins prominent along the huge twitching shaft.
He took your soaked panties and wrapped them around his leaking cock, mixing your slick with his precum as he stroked your wet panties down his entire length. A low groan escaped him, jaw tightening as he watched the wet fabric glide over his hardness.
Your pussy throbbed at the sight. Seeing your boyfriend use your wet panties in such a lewd, dirty way sent more heat pooling between your legs, your quivering hole dripping with arousal.
“Press the highest button.” Jungkook drawled, his tattooed hands still stroking his cock, the fabric of your panties glistening against his length.
You whimpered, shaking your head. “I c-can’t, Koo.” The sensations were already overwhelming, the vibrations pressing against your sensitive clit making your head spin and stomach tingle. You were so sensitive that you already wanted to stop.
Jungkook bit his lip, voice low and rough. “You can handle it baby, do it for daddy.” He rasped, lips parting as he teased the tip of his mushroom head, squeezing it lightly to release more precum, the sight and sound driving you wild.
You whined, shakily pressing the highest button. The harsh vibrations jolted your swollen clit, and you pulled the vibrator away, tears welling in your heavy-lidded eyes.
“It’s t-too much daddy, it h-hurts.” You whimpered, your puffy clit throbbing from the relentless stimulation, slick pooling down onto his bed in a messy, wet puddle.
Jungkook raised a thick brow at you, his tone sharp and commanding. “Use my gift properly or I’ll edge you the whole night.”
Tears streamed down your flushed cheeks as you weakly placed the pink vibrator back against your swollen clit.
Jungkook leaned down, spitting where the vibrator meets your sensitive bud. “Slut.”
A loud moan tore from your throat, your back arching uncontrollably from his warm spit. The sound of his cock, the slick between your thighs, and the vibrating bullet driving into your clit pushed you to the edge—a high so intense, you doubted you could handle it.
“Look at you, playing with daddy’s toy like a good little whore.” He whispered, stroking his cock faster, his adam’s apple bobbing with each hard swallow.
“Daddy-I’m close.” You murmured, your pussy throbbing violently, slick pooling from your tiny hole in response, gushing uncontrollably like a broken faucet.
You gasped when Jungkook snatched the vibrator from your hand, leaving your clit pink and swollen, pressed against nothing.
“Remove your shirt.” He growled, slapping your thigh sharply to ensure you obeyed immediately.
Shaking, you lifted the fabric over your head with trembling hands, every inch of your pussy aching with heat.
“Open your mouth.” He took your panties off his leaking cock, your eyes widened when he stuffed the soaked fabric inside your parted lips.
“What a fucking whore.” He slapped your tits lightly, pinching one nipple at the same time. A muffled whine escaped you, your voice lost and garbled against the wet fabric of your panties.
“Go on, you know what to do.” He said, sharp eyes fixed on you as he handed the vibrator back.
Weakly, you placed it against your clit again, muffled cries filling the room. His hands pinned your hips down, keeping you spread open for him.
“So pretty, look at you.” He whispered, crouching down to suck on your nipples, his lips teasing and demanding. “Your nails look so good around my gift, baby.” He slowly released your nipple with a soft pop, holding both your cheeks so you could look down at your abused pussy.
“Is it pretty?” He mocked, forcing your gaze onto your hand wrapped around the pink vibrator. "Look."
You nodded weakly, your pussy releasing more juices.
“You like it?” He raised a brow, his hand lightly stroking your fingers holding the vibrator. "You like daddy's toy?''
You moaned loudly, the pressure of his touch sending sparks of pleasure through your body, fat tears streaming down your cheeks from overstimulation.
“Say… thank you daddy.” He said in a mocking tone, pulling your hair so you can look up at him.
Eyes rolling back, you almost drooled as Jungkook manipulated your body to his liking. “T-Thank you for the g-gift, daddy.” voice muffled from the stuffed panties.
He smirked, pressing the vibrator down harder, his cock grinding against the soft flesh of your thighs. You almost choked from the dual sensation, his hips relentless, like a wild animal in heat. “G-Gonna cum, Koo.” You muffled under the cloth, your nipples growing sensitive, your clit aching painfully against the vibrations.
“Fucking whore, would you let me use your hole baby? Daddy needs to cum so bad, too." his voice sharp and mocking, almost scolding you.
You nodded eagerly, your tight hole quivering, legs spreading wider for him.
Jungkook chuckled, “There’s my good girl, just letting me fuck her anytime I want, yeah?” He whispered, and without warning, he thrust his hard cock into you, his hands pressing the vibrator harshly against your clit.
“Come for daddy, you dirty little slut.” He taunted, driving into you faster, angling his hips to hit deeper and deeper with each stroke.
The knot in your stomach burst, your pussy throbbing uncontrollably. You came hard, slick flooding from the combined sensation of the vibrator and his cock brushing your tight walls. Your body trembled violently, eyes rolling back as your pussy twitched with each precise brush of his tip against your g-spot. "Oh d-daddy..." you tried to push him, his cock overstimulating you.
“Stay still, let daddy use you.” Jungkook held your waist firmly, driving into you with force, the sound of your wet cum squelching loudly in the air. He took your wet panties from your mouth, his voice rough. “Keep it open.”
He pressed the pink bullet against your lips, demanding you to suck it. You wrapped your lips around the vibrator, sucking eagerly, cheeks hollowing with effort, twirling your tongue like his obedient little girl.
“That's it, clean your dirty little toy.” He rasped, thrusting faster, each movement sloppy with need.
You whimpered when you felt his cock twitching, cursing under his breath as he came hard inside you, your mouth still licking the pink vibrator clean. Overstimulated, he buried his softening cock inside your sensitive hole, his balls snug, trying to push his cum deeper and deeper, leaving no drop wasted. "Mhmp, Kookie..." you whined, you can feel his cum dripping out of your sensitive hole.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispered weakly, holding you close in a tight embrace.
You placed the vibrator down weakly, eyelids heavy as exhaustion and pleasure washed over you. He pressed soft kisses to your cheeks. “Did you enjoy my gift, baby?”
You giggled softly. “Yes, Kookie, love it so much.”
“Matches your nails, huh?” He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your fingers.
summary: in which jungkook finally learns about your insecurities and lack of experience, and instead of pulling away, he becomes even more possessive—whispering you sweet dirty praises while fucking you hard.
warnings: dom!jungkook x shy!submissive reader, explicit sexual content, virgin reader, clit sucking, spitting, spit play, nipple play, cum play, cum fucking, dom/sub dynamic, daddy, degradation, praising, pussy eating, fingering, cum eating, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, fingering, dirty talk, penetration, creampie.
pt.1 lollipop pt.2 cookie pt.3 10 mins pt.5 pink bullet
⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂˚₊┈┈୨୧┈┈‧₊˚⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂
“K-Kookie, wait—’' you gasped, your body tingling as you chased a feeling you didn’t fully understand.
His hands were everywhere. They roamed up your thighs, slow and certain, sliding over your waist and settling on your hips. His lips chased yours instinctively, drawn forward in another kiss, but you pulled away, landing instead on the softness of your cheek.
“Hmm, what’s wrong?’’ Jungkook groaned, his voice rough and raspy from kissing you.
Looking up at him, you blinked like a confused deer caught in the glow of headlights, your thoughts tangled somewhere between the flutter in your chest and the strange heat blooming through your body.
His hand lifted gently, brushing a few loose strands of hair away from your face before tucking them behind your ear with quiet care. Up close, he could see everything—the pout of your lips, the soft flush spreading across your cheeks, the glossy uncertainty shining faintly in your eyes.
Jungkook has you settled on his lap, your legs straddling him on either side. The hem of your cute sundress has ridden up from his wandering hands, bunching higher on your thighs, while your hair falls in soft disarray from the way he had pulled it earlier, angling your face for his hungry kisses.
“N-Nothing, I just-’’ you try to formulate your words, your brain haywired, thoughts scattering as you struggle not to embarrass yourself in front of your boyfriend.
Jungkook raises a brow at that, his tattooed hands playing with the delicate ribbons of your sundress, his fingers idly tracing them as though they’ve caught his interest more than your unfinished sentence.
“Uh-huh?’’ he urges, but his attention drifts almost immediately. His eyes drop to your body, slowly trailing over the way the soft fabric of your dress clings to you, the curve of you sitting in his lap.
The ribbons between his fingers twitch slightly, like a gift waiting to be pulled open. And from the distant look in his eyes, he’s clearly distracted.
You blinked. “J-Just c-can’t breathe.” you chuckled nervously, indicating that you needed a little air—some space from the relentless hunger of his kisses.
Earlier, you tried to kiss him back the way he kissed you. You really did. To follow the rhythm of his mouth and the confident sweep of his tongue.
But you were clearly a beginner compared to him, clumsy and breathless, your attempts falling apart whenever he deepened the kiss. Soft whimpers slipped from you from time to time, little helpless sounds that barely had a chance to exist before his demanding tongue swallowed them whole.
Jungkook is your first boyfriend. Your first kiss. Your first love.
You met him almost a year ago, when he stumbled upon your small baking shop.
You had been busy in the kitchen that afternoon, flour dusting the counters and the sweet smell of chocolate lingering thick in the air. Suddenly, your assistant came in to tell you that someone wanted to speak with you. A customer, apparently—someone asking to order fifty batches of your chocolate muffins and cookies.
So you wiped your hands, fixed the messy bun sitting atop your head, and stepped out to meet him.
Still wearing your pink apron. Your makeup was dewy and nearly gone from a full day of baking, the warmth of the ovens having softened everything about your appearance.
And then you saw him.
Tall. Confident. Standing casually near the counter in a black hoodie, worn jeans, and black sneakers. When you approached, his wide doe eyes lifted to you.
“Hello, you’re the one who makes the pastries here right? I’m Jungkook.” he smiled politely, offering his hand, his bunny teeth showing.
You hurried to take it, your fingers slipping into his larger hand as your eyes immediately caught the tattoos peeking from the sleeves of his hoodie. The sight of them made you blink for a moment before you smiled shyly back at him, suddenly a little overwhelmed by just how good-looking he was up close.
Jungkook explained that he loved your muffins. He wanted to ask if it would be possible to order fifty batches for his upcoming listening party. As he spoke, you learned that he had actually been to your little bake shop two days earlier. He had stopped by to eat something sweet and ended up falling in love with your pastries. But you hadn’t been there that day, you were busy with school and deadlines.
So he came back.
You were happy. It was a large order—far bigger than what you usually handled—and the thought of making that many pastries filled you with excitement. It was also an opportunity to promote your tiny bake shop to more people and earn money to support your studies.
After all, you were a working student, pursuing your passion by studying fine arts while working as a baker to nurture your love for baking.
You and Jungkook exchanged numbers. At first, it was purely for the order. Messages about delivery times, flavors, packaging, little details about the listening party. But even after the event passed, you noticed that he kept contacting you.
He told you he wanted to order again. Sometimes for big occasions, sometimes for small celebrations, and sometimes just for himself. Soon enough, a pattern formed.
At three in the afternoon—almost every week—Jungkook would walk into your shop. He would sit by the counter or near the window, trying to talk to you whenever you weren’t too busy, asking how your chocolate muffins tasted so good, asking how often you baked at the shop. Little by little, he memorized your schedule.
He would eat quietly while you move around the kitchen, and before leaving he would take more pastries home with him. In fact, one of the reasons your shop often sold out early these days was because of him.
At first, it seemed harmless. Just a loyal customer who was curious about baking. But eventually his questions changed. They became smaller. Softer.
More personal.
He started asking about your hobbies, the things you liked and disliked, your studies, your favorite foods—little pieces of you he seemed strangely eager to collect.
You started looking forward to his weekly visits. Every time the little bell above the door chimed, your head would lift almost immediately, your heart giving a small hopeful flutter before you even saw who had walked in.
More often than not, it was him. And before he could even reach the counter, you were already preparing his usual order—a cup of coffee and a chocolate muffin, warm and soft, just the way he liked it.
Around three in the afternoon, you also began paying a little more attention to yourself. A bit more powder. A little swipe of gloss over your lips. Little things.
You kept telling yourself it meant nothing. That he was just a customer. A very kind customer who happened to love your pastries. Your life had always been simple—spent mostly behind the kitchen and your thick books, surrounded by flour, sugar, and the steady hum of ovens, surrounded by papers, notes and the comforting smell of books.
Even letting your hair down from its usual messy bun felt strangely bold. You almost cringed the first time you did it, smoothing it nervously over your shoulders as if you had done something embarrassing.
You told yourself you only wanted to look more presentable. For your loyal customer.
But Jungkook noticed. His eyes lingered on you a little longer than usual that day, shameless in their curiosity. He noticed the extra shine on your lips, the way your hair cascaded down your waist for the first time with a soft twist.
As if he didn’t always stare at you. His eyes had a habit of roaming over your features, slow and thoughtful, as though he were trying to memorize every detail of you. The slight pout of your lips. The way your eyes seemed to shine whenever you talked about the things you loved.
Sometimes his attention drifted when you were talking, when the heat of the ovens made a few damp strands of your hair cling to the side of your neck. His gaze would linger there for a moment before wandering lower, to the gentle curve of your waist and the way your apron tied neatly around it.
“You look pretty.” he compliments you, your cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson, embarrassment blooming across your face when you realized he had noticed the effort you put into fixing your hair and makeup.
You chuckled nervously, trying to compose yourself, though your heart was beating so loudly in your chest you were certain he could hear it.
“You always do, though.” he added softly.
It made your heart ache, a small, innocent crush forming in your fragile little heart. Still, you didn’t want to assume anything, didn’t want to mistake his kindness for something more. You tried to convince yourself that he was simply being nice.
But one afternoon, you were caught completely off guard when he handed you a flower—a single, bright sunflower.
You were so happy, heart blooming. Jungkook’s soft doe eyes watching your face lit up.
Every week, he would give you a different kind of flower—sunflowers, daisies, tulips, roses, each one carefully chosen. Before long, you found yourself looking forward to it, quietly excited, trying to guess what kind of flower he would bring you next.
“This is for you.” He carefully unwrapped the strawberry muffin and placed it in front of you.
It was the first time he had offered you a muffin he’d ordered himself. Even more surprising, he hadn’t chosen his usual.
“Is it okay to take you out on a date?”
Your heart flipped so suddenly it almost hurt. Realization slowly dawning on you when you noticed something small—something that made your chest tighten.
He had ordered your favorite flavor. Strawberry.
The quiet admiration you had been trying so hard to ignore finally bloomed into something undeniable, something soft and uncontrollable, like a wildflower growing where it wasn’t meant to.
Your first date with Jungkook made your chest ache in the softest way. Not because anything went wrong—but because everything felt too right.
He remembered everything you had ever casually told him. The way you loved eating at garden restaurants, surrounded by plants and sunlight. The way you adored cute plush keychains, always stopping to stare at them through shop windows. Your passion for art, the way painting made your eyes light up. Even the smallest things—like how you preferred the sun over the moon. Every detail had settled somewhere in his memory, etched carefully, like words preserved on the pages of a book.
So he brought you to a garden restaurant filled with greenery and soft sunlight.
Later, he led you to a small souvenir shop lined with rows of plush keychains, quietly watching the way your face lit up as you browsed through them.
You spent an afternoon doing a painting activity together, exchanging canvases and laughing softly at each other’s creations.
And when the evening started to settle in, he walked you home—right before the sun disappeared, and the moon had the chance to take its place.
When you finally became his girlfriend, Jungkook surprised you with a bouquet made from every flower he had given you each week.
Jungkook seemed to know almost everything about you—doing the things you love, loving the things you love.
But not everything.
Not the quiet secret you kept to yourself—your lack of experience.
You were ashamed of it, embarrassed. You didn’t tell him that he was your first boyfriend. You tried to hide the fact that you had nearly fainted during your first kiss. You tried to mask the deep flush in your cheeks and the loud thump of your heart every time his hands wandered a little lower.
Jungkook, though, was always soft with you.
He peppered you with gentle kisses, his hands steady at your waist, never moving further than he knew you were ready for. He noticed your shyness, your hesitation, but never pushed.
He was patient. Gentle. Always wanting the best for you. To make you happy. To make you feel loved. To make you feel safe.
But sometimes Jungkook lost control.
When you became all whimpery under his soft kisses, when your little moans slipped out as he nipped at the curve of your neck. When the cute dresses you always wore brushed against him just right, the warmth and softness of your thighs pressing against him—he couldn’t think rationally. The heat of your body, the way you responded to him, made him so hard. Made him want to bend you over and take you over and over again.
Unable to quiet the frustration building inside him, he let it out on his own.
Your image filled his mind, and his hand followed instinctively. Stroking his hard, leaking cock in the shower, imagining your soft warmth and the way your body moved against his, he tried to survive the wait between your encounters.
Whenever you sent him cute little selfies to show off your floral dresses or your cute school uniform, his eyes would always wander. He’d stare a little too long, imagining what it would feel like to let his hands roam over your soft body, to touch your breasts, to feel your hips, to fuck your cunt—shamelessly stroking his cock as his mind filled with countless sinful thoughts about all the things he wanted to do to you.
Today, you and Jungkook had just gotten home from a date, collapsing into your tiny apartment, telling stories and rambling about random things, when he suddenly pulled you over his lap.
Your short, cute sundress did wonders for his imagination. His hands itched to roam beneath the fabric, to feel the soft skin he knew was just out of reach. He promised himself he only wanted to taste your lips, to feel your body pressed against his—but his hands and lips betrayed him, getting lost in you once again.
“Too much, baby?’’ he whispered, his adam’s apple moving with his hard swallow.
Every movement of his body betrayed the thin line of his patience, but his eyes hid it carefully. A soft mask, meant to make you feel safe, to make you feel comfortable—even as every part of him ached to be closer.
You shook your head, your body warming under him. “N-No, it’s okay.’’ you stuttered, your heart racing, your small hands clutching his shoulders.
Jungkook smiled softly. His hands settled at your waist, giving a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry, were my kisses too rough?” he whispered, his eyes soft and heavy-lidded as he looked down at you.
You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks burn hotter as the dampness in your panties betrayed your arousal. “N-No, Kookie…” you trailed off, closing your eyes. Guilt tugged at you every time you saw him like this—so patient, so understanding.
Because he respected you. So much.
He always apologized when he felt he’d crossed a boundary. Kissing your neck softly when he’d bitten it too hard, pulling down your dress when his hands strayed too far, whispering gentle assurances when his lips grew too harsh.
Every action, every word, a careful balance between his desire and his love for you.
Sometimes, you wanted him to cross that boundary. But Jungkook knew you too well. He knew you weren’t ready.
With the smallest of voices, you finally told him—your insecurity, your lack of experience.
Maybe it was the heat between your bodies, the ache pressing through your panties, that made it impossible to hold back any longer. Your eyes stayed lowered, avoiding his gaze, your voice barely above a whisper.
But Jungkook heard it. In fact, his cock twitched at it.
He had always thought you simply weren’t ready—so soft, so shy, everything about you delicate and fragile in a way he found unbearably adorable.
He thought it was only shyness. Maybe uncertainty.
But hearing it from your own lips—that he was your first, that no one else had touched you—sent a possessive rush down his spine.
Jungkook kissed those doubts away, the urge to fuck every lingering insecurity out of you burning hot in his chest.
Groaning harshly, he bit your lower lip, a rough desperate press of teeth and tongue. “Oh, baby,” his hands caressing your hips softly, his cock aching with hardness that made him almost groan louder.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He held your chin gently, lifting your face so you could meet his eyes, soft and intense all at once.
You pouted, words caught in your throat, feeling open and vulnerable in a way that made your chest tighten.
Jungkook pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Let me take care of you, okay?’’ His lips were gentler now, coaxing, nudge by nudge, until he softly slipped his tongue into your mouth.
You whimpered at the sensation, he sucked eagerly, his hands tracing slow, teasing circles on your hips.
A gasp escaped you when his hand slid under your dress, fingers brushing along your inner thighs. His lips traveled down to your neck.
“Relax baby, I got you.’’ he whispered softly, his thumb tracing your pussy over your wet panties. "Would you let me touch you here, pretty?''
Your eyes rolled back as heat spiraled through your body, the feeling of his hand pressing against your clothed cunt made you dizzy. “Y-Yes, please.” you nodded eagerly.
Jungkook chuckled softly. “So polite.”
He gently slipped his hand under your panties, groaning low when he felt how wet you were. “You’re so wet, baby.” His fingers gathered your slick, drawing it upwards and spreading it over your clit. You shivered violently, every nerve in your body alight as he rubbed your sensitive pearl.
“K-Kookie,” you whimpered, squeezing his arms. The feeling was overwhelming, almost too much—but too good to stop.
“Feels good?” he murmured, nipping lightly at your neck.
“Yes,” his fingers moved slow and steady, letting you discover your own rhythm. Your hips unconsciously grind against him, embarrassed but unable to stop chasing the sensation.
“You’re doing so good, baby.” He lifted his head, his gaze locking on yours, soft and approving.
The view made his cock twitch, precum leaking from his swollen tip. Your eyes were glossy, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, legs spread open for him while his hands remained hidden beneath the hem of your dress.
“I can’t believe you’re letting me touch you like this.” Jungkook’s eyes were heavy-lidded, jaw tight with both desire and restraint. Slowly, his hands moved to the hem of your dress, lifting it to your waist.
You gasped, instinctively stopping his wrist with your small hands.
“T-That’s embarrassing,” you mumbled, voice weak, self-conscious about your body.
He licked his lower lip, a soft hum escaping him. “Hmm, I won’t look then?”
Your brows furrowed, hips still shifting against his hand. “W-What do y-ou—”
“Want you to see yourself, pretty girl.” he drawled lazily, holding the hem of your dress, lifting it up to your waist while keeping his gaze locked on yours. “Look at what I’m doing to you.”
You gasped, eyes falling down to his tatted hands inside your wet panties. You could see the fabric moving as he rubbed you, your inner thighs slick and glistening from your arousal.
You tried to close your legs, embarrassed by how exposed you felt, by how dirty it all seemed—those hands, the ones you never imagined would be inside your soaked panties, rubbing your swollen pussy.
His other hand pressed gently against your hips. “It’s okay. It’s just me.”
You looked up at him, and his eyes met yours, heavy-lidded and warm. He lowered his gaze briefly, then held it again, making you shiver. Using his index finger and thumb, he rolled your clit between them.
You whimpered, your body jolting at the sharp sensation. Jungkook leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours, swallowing your moans and whimpers as he kissed you deeply. “Relax, baby. I got you.” he whispered, rolling his tongue against yours as his hands continued their teasing work.
You almost cried as his middle finger slowly slid into your tight hole, your wet walls enveloping him perfectly. “J-Jungkook,” you whimpered, breathless, avoiding his lips because the sensation was too overwhelming.
“Shh, behave.” he whispered, his finger moving in and out slowly, teasing every inch of you. Your arousal dripped down his thighs, making you tremble. “Is this okay, baby?” he asked softly, curling his finger upwards to caress a spot you didn’t even know existed.
“Oh, feels g-good,” you breathed shyly, your desire making you feel small and helpless. He chuckled lowly, shifting his fingers to stroke that same spongy spot from a different angle. “How about this, is this okay?” he murmured, his voice low and rough with need. You couldn’t answer. Your hips moved on their own, grinding uncontrollably against his hand, desperate and needy. “Yes K-Kookie.”
“You want more, baby?” he whispered, slowly inserting another finger inside you, gasping at the sudden stretch.
Your head fell forward, eyes fixed on his fingers, moving faster now, the slick sound of them entering and withdrawing from your tight, wet walls filling the room. “I think, I’m—” you mumbled incoherently, hips moving faster, chasing a high you hadn’t reached yet.
Suddenly, Jungkook stopped, pulling his fingers out. A quiet gasp escaped your lips. Your eyes widened as he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them slowly. “You taste so good,” he groaned, his eyes locked on yours.
Your lips parted, your body trembling. Jungkook’s hands gripped your waist as he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you towards the bed. Your mind was hazy, legs instinctively closing as he laid you down the soft matress.
He bit his lip, staring at you. “Let me taste you properly,” he rasped, holding your knees to gently coax them open.
Your heart leapt in shock, a flutter of panic hitting your chest. You sat up immediately, grabbing his hands to stop him, worry written across your flushed face. “W-Wait, it’s not—” you gulped harshly.
Jungkook crouched beside you, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Why, baby? You think I don’t want it?” His voice was low, filled with hunger that made your chest tighten even more.
You shook your head, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s j-just—”
Jungkook cupped your cheeks gently, his thumbs brushing over your flushed skin. “Please, baby… I want your first cum in my mouth.”
His words sent a jolt through your body, heat pooling irresistibly between your thighs. You looked at him nervously, eyes wide. “B-But my b-body’s not… t-that pretty.” you admitted, voice tiny, head heavy with overthinking.
You couldn’t help it—the certainty that he had experience, the way his hands moved over you, the way he knew exactly how to touch you… it made you compare yourself to every other girl he might have known, every body that could have felt different, better. And in that thought, you felt small, unsure, your insecurities curling tight around your chest like a shadow you couldn’t shake.
Jungkook bit his lip, staring at you like you were the only thing that mattered. If only you could see what your body did to him—the way his mind filled with endless fantasies about you.
The way he loved every inch of you. Nothing could ever compare.
He didn’t speak. He pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, a subtle sign of restraint.
“Open your legs.” The usual softness in his tone was replaced with dominance.
You gasped, a shiver running down your cheeks and neck. For some inexplicable reason, his tone turned you on, and yet, you didn’t move—bewildered by the sudden change in his demeanor.
Jungkook, on the other hand, didn’t hesitate. He forced your legs open, your small whine falling into the mattress as his hands pressed firmly on your hips. Your wet panties clung to your skin, displayed messily just for him.
He stared at your panties, cock twitching in his boxers. The way your panties hugged your pussy made him leak more. He leaned his head closer to your trembling cunt, holding your legs apart with a firm, deliberate strength. “You think I don’t want this?” he whispered, brushing soft kisses along your inner thighs.
Your slick was dripping more, anticipation tightening every muscle in your body as his warm breath fanned across your clothed cunt. When you didn’t answer—or say no—he flicked your panties aside, exposing your wet, puffy pussy. You shivered violently. The bare heat of you was so close to his face, so overwhelming.
“K-Kookie,” you protested.
He groaned, his body heating with need. “Baby, you have no idea, do you?” he murmured, lips kissing the top of your pussy, dangerously close to your clit. “This is even fucking better than all my fantasies about you,” he rasped, before sucking your clit harshly.
A loud moan escaped you, raw and breathless. The way he ate you out was like the way he kissed you—hot, messy, and pouty. You whimpered, legs trembling with pleasure, your body shaking under him.
Jungkook gathered every drop of your slick to his mouth, then lifted his head just long enough to spit it back over your pussy. His pupils dilated, his cock twitching as he watched the way his saliva slid down your tight little hole.
“So pretty,” he murmured, his voice vibrating through your core as he leaned back in, devouring you again. With each movement, his nose brushed against your puffy clit, teasing.
He lifted his gaze to meet yours, your fingers clutching the hem of your dress. “Look at me,” he commanded, low and firm.
You slowly opened your eyes, pussy throbbing at the view beneath you. His chin and mouth were glistening with your slick, hair messy, pupils dilated with need. “Do you like this?” he murmured, sucking your clit softly, teasingly.
You whined, he didn’t stop. “How about this?”sucking your clit harsher this time. “K-Koo, I’m—” you moaned loudly, stomach twisting as your pussy became impossibly oversensitive.
He spits again, eating you messily, mixing his saliva with your slick, nudging his head from side to side as if he wanted to drown in you. “I love playing with your pussy like this.” he growled, his voice thick with need. His hands cupped the underside of your hips, prying your tight pussy open for him. Slowly, he slid his hot tongue inside your tight unused hole.
“Come,” he demanded, voice low and rough. Your toes curled instinctively as his tongue nudged you open, sending shivers through your body until you trembled and exploded.
Your pussy throbbed, legs shaking, threatening to close from overstimulation, slick spilling out your quivering hole as Jungkook collected every drop with his eager tongue, slurping it hungrily. “S-Stop… K-Kookie—” you whimpered, half embarrassed, half desperate. It was obscene, dirty, overwhelming—but Jungkook was relentless, determined to suck every drop of you. “So sensitive.”
He stood up, taking off his top and sliding down his jeans, leaving only his black boxers, his cock hard, precum glistening through the fabric. “You have no idea how long I wanted you like this.”
He crouched down, pressing his lips to yours. You groaned as you taste yourself on his tongue. “Wanted to fuck you so bad, baby.” he whispered, hands slowly untying the ribbons of your sundress. “Been stroking my hard cock every night, always teasing me with your cute little dresses.”
You were dizzy from the overwhelming pleasure. Jungkook smiled, leaning in to kiss you softly, his hard cock pressing against your spent, slicked pussy, grinding gently. “Feel how hard I am, baby?” he whispered, eyes rolling back.
“Even your soft kisses make my cock twitch,” he confessed, voice low and dirty, watching himself grind against your bare pussy.
He finally pulled your dress off, revealing your breasts—nipples hard and aching. “Fucking, pretty.”
You weakly tried to cover yourself, but Jungkook’s mouth was faster, wrapping around your sensitive nipples. You moaned, another wave of arousal crashing through you as his hot lips sucked and nipped, his clothed cock grinding harshly against your newly wet pussy.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, looking up at you, fingers rolling your pink nipples while still grinding his hard cock against your bare cunt.
Your cheeks flushed crimson, shy at his compliments while he did the dirtiest thing to you. “T-Thank you, Kookie.” you breathed, voice trembling.
His tatted fingers reached for your mouth, thumb nudging your lower lip gently. “Suck it baby, make it nice and wet for me.” he murmured, heavy-lidded eyes dark with lust.
You obeyed instinctively, sucking his thumb submissively, gasping when you felt his cock twitch at the sensation.
Jungkook groaned harshly, releasing his thumb with a soft pop before bringing it down to your swollen clit, tracing slow, deliberate circles. His clothed cock grinding harder and faster, humping lewdly against you with precision.
You moaned loudly, the pleasure chasing you again. His lips found your nipple once more, biting softly before sucking it back into his mouth, teeth grazing over the tender flesh. When your moans grew too whiny, he rose, swiftly pulling off his boxers.
You gasped, eyes widening at the sight of his huge cock—so thick, so hard, the tip leaking with precum, twitching on its own from how turned on he was. He leaned down again, lips ghosting over your neck as his bare cock grinds against your bare pussy, the mix of his precum and your slick creating wet, squelching sounds. “Fuck, I wonder how warm and tight you are.”
“K-Koo… I-I don’t think it’ll… f-fit,” you stammered, suddenly nervous, eyes widening at how big he was. Jungkook palmed your pussy, groaning at the wet heat. “Shh, it’s okay. you’re a big girl, you can take it.” he whispered, sliding his middle and index finger inside your soaked cunt.
You gasped, arching your back as the stretch of his two fingers sent a delicious fire through you. “That’s right, feels good, yeah?” he murmured, curling his fingers inside, knuckles deep, scissoring you to stretch you further. “Feels good being stretched, right?” His voice was low, sultry, as your slick trailed messily down the bed from his skillful fingers.
You moaned, nodding, pleasure bubbling uncontrollably again. Jungkook groaned, withdrawing his fingers and stroking his hard cock with hands slick from your own wetness. “Look at my cock baby, so hard for you.”
He positioned himself over your pussy, gathering your slick with the tip of his mushroom head, “Part your folds for me.”
With shaky hands, you hesitantly spread yourself open, your tiny hole clenching around nothing, unpracticed and tender beneath your touch.
“J-Jungkook, p-please… be careful,” you whispered nervously, sweat forming on your forehead, eyes blinking up at him with innocent vulnerability.
Jungkook leaned down, pressing messy, distracting kisses to your lips, letting you focus on him as his mushroom head nudged inside you “Spread wider, baby.”
You gasped sharply, the sting burning as he finally pushed slightly inside. “K-Kookie… it h-hurts,” you cried, your walls tightening making it harder for him to enter fully. Jungkook groaned, pulling back for a moment. The way you clenched around him made him ache, almost making him cum.
He stroked his cock, spitting over it, coating it until it’s wet and slick, easier to slide it in for you.
“I-I don’t think… I can,” you sobbed quietly, overwhelmed, unsure how to make him feel good. Your inexperience gnawed at your confidence.
Jungkook cupped your cheeks, thumbs brushing softly. “Just be a good girl and relax okay? I got you.” he murmured. His cock was throbbing, his desire nearly overriding all rational thought when he felt how warm you were, how tight, how wet.
“I-I don’t know… w-what if you d-don’t cum?” you whimpered, pouting, afraid of disappointing him.
He chuckled lowly, groaning harshly, voice thick with lust. “Baby, just the thought of you makes me cum.”
You gasped, caught off guard by his dirty compliment.
“Just behave for me, okay? I know what to do,” he whispered reassuringly.
He positioned his cock at your slit, his cheeks hollow, spitting down on your pussy again before slowly pushing the head inside. You whined, arms instinctively flailing, almost pushing him away.
“Relax for me, please baby,” he pleaded, spitting at your pussy again.
You tried, trembling, as he eased more of his length inside. “You’re so fucking tight.” The stretch burned, almost splitting you in half. Jungkook held both of your legs, spreading them wider for him, raising one leg onto his shoulder—your cunt swallowing his thick shaft fully.
He groaned harshly when he bottomed out, balls snug against you, your body quivering from the intense mix of pleasure and pain. “Fuck, you feel so good.” he whispered weakly, cock twitching inside you.
He pressed gentle kisses to your cheeks, your tears, murmuring praises. “Take me so well, my good girl.”
His fingers found your clit, rubbing it slowly. “Oh, Kookie…” you moaned, pleasure pulsing back through you, pain transforming into a tingly, delicious pressure as your walls clenched around him, your clit throbbed.
When Jungkook felt your walls tighten around him, his restraint finally crumbled. He pinned your hips down the bed and moved on top of you, fucking you hard and fast. His balls slapped against you, your pussy clenching greedily around his thick cock.
Your body bounced with him, hands pressing against his stomach, the pleasure from moments ago turning into sharp, intense pain. “Ouch, d-daddy.’” you cried out.
Jungkook froze, ears and neck flushing red. “What did you just say?” he asked breathlessly. his hands holding both your cheeks, forcing your gaze to meet his.
You blinked nervously, unsure why the words slipped out. It wasn’t planned—just an instinct, a hidden desire born from the way he cared for you, the way he guided you.
“I c-called you m-my daddy.” you bit your lip, heart hammering, afraid of how he might react.
Jungkook chuckled, his cock twitched, moving again inside you—slower now, but firmer—tracing every inch of your sensitive walls. Your eyes rolled back as the pleasure surged, igniting you all over again.
“Yeah? Didn’t know you were a dirty little girl.” he rasped, angling his hips to brush his mushroom tip against your spongy walls, his hands slapping your nipples and tugging them, making you gasp loudly.
You shyly shook your head. “N-No, I’m not.”
Jungkook raised a thick brow, his veins protruding. “Yeah? You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted daddy to spread your legs and fuck that tight virgin pussy.”
Your mouth parted, release building as you moved your hips with him. His eyes lowered to your movements, chuckling at your desperation. “Go ahead, use daddy to make yourself come.” he taunted.
You whined, heat creeping up your cheeks, your hips moving uncontrollably, like they had a mind of their own. Jungkook watched you, his cock being pleasured by your tight walls.
“Mmph! p-please, move.” you pleaded, your eyes welling with tears.
Jungkook held your hips down. “You want daddy to fuck you hard?” he mocked, grabbing your neck to steady you. “Want daddy to use your tight little hole, hmm?”
‘’Yes d-daddy, please use me.’” You moaned, lost in the sensation.
“Dirty little girl,” he whispered, gripping your waist, fucking you harder and faster than your own movements, his pace relentless, unyielding. Your breasts bounced, your head nearly hitting the headboard.
You watched him bite his lip, veins standing out along his arms and neck, every thrust a visible testament to how lost and aroused he was. The way he stared at your pussy, so perfectly taking him in, sent a shock of pleasure through you.
Your body trembled, shuddering beneath him as you came so hard, quivering with every pulse, even while he continued to pound into you, relentless and unyielding.
You chased your own dizzying high, your clit throbbing uncontrollably. Jungkook groaned low and deep at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, his own release building up.
Your brows furrowed as he let go of you, grabbing your legs and pulling you to the end of the bed. Still shaking from your past orgasm, he leaned down to suck your dripping cunt, almost bending your legs in half as he slurped your twitching hole.
“Show me your hands.”
You weakly held up your fingers, gasping when he spits on them, the slick warmth sliding across your skin. “Play with your nipples for daddy.” he commanded harshly, stroking his hard cock while watching you play with your sensitive buds.
You shivered as his eyes slowly trailed down your body, dark and hungry, his cock growing harder, his breathing ragged and uneven with need.
“Pinch it, baby.’’ He grunted, beating his cock faster.
Obediently, you rolled your wet fingers over your nipples, feeling them stiffen under your touch, your pussy growing wet again, shameless and needy. “K-Koo… this is so d-dirty,” you gasped, breath hitching.
Jungkook tilted his head, leaned down to center his cock on your slit. “Yeah? let me clean you up.”
You gasped as he replaced your fingers with his mouth, sucking your sensitive nipples while his cock drove hard and fast inside you, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure straight through your body.
“Fuck baby, you make me so horny.” he groaned, the sound rough, guttural, vibrating through your chest. His thrusts became sloppy, a clear signal that he was close.
He wrapped his fingers around your throat, his tongue licking your neck lewdly, his saliva falling down your breasts. You gasped, your body trembling as he came hard inside you, your pussy pulsing hot and full around him.
Overstimulated, you whimpered and tried to push him away but he followed the movement of your hips, balls snug, keeping his cum buried inside your shaking pussy. It was too much, your hole dripping from his hot cum.
He pulled out—just to quickly insert his fingers inside your throbbing cunt, pushing his cum back deeper and deeper, dragging it along your walls. You whined as the pads of his fingers stroked your g-spot, fingering his cum inside you.
“Oh! Daddy, that t-tickles!” you cried, overwhelmed, trembling under the weight of him—his cum, his fingers, each sensation stacked impossibly high, leaving you gasping and helpless in the heat of the moment.
Jungkook leaned down, his lips and teeth ghosting along your ear as he murmured, “Yeah? Does this tickle you?”
He pushed more of his warm cum inside you, his fingers moving deeper and harsher. “Still so tight after fucking you,” he breathed, parting your folds to watch his fingers slide in and out of you. “Maybe daddy needs to stretch you more, huh?”
Your breath caught, gasping as something wild and uncontrollable ripped through you, your body shuddering, wetting his arms and fingers in a tide of release.
You squirted, your body convulsing in overstimulation, every nerve screaming, every muscle trembling. Jungkook pulled his fingers out gently, letting you ride out the waves of pleasure. “Very good, baby.” he whispered, his lips soft and warm against yours, a stark contrast to the fevered chaos your bodies had just shared.
“You smell so good.” Jungkook whispered, his mouth trailing slow, soft kisses down your neck while his large, tattooed hands roamed possessively over your hips.
You giggled, breath hitching when his lips brushed a particularly sensitive spot. “Kookie, I’m supposed to be studying.” You attempted to lift yourself off his lap, but his grip steadied you instantly, firm and unyielding.
"Give me an hour, yeah?” your boyfriend murmured, voice slightly weakened by want, his hands threatening to go under your top.
This week was your finals week. You had been reviewing nonstop for days, drowning in notes and highlighters, your usual baking station left untouched. Instead, you had stocked a huge container with cookies and cupcakes for your loving boyfriend — a quiet reminder that you still thought of him.
Jungkook had decided to visit you. At first, he insisted it was to help. He said he could guide you, that he’d keep you focused. He arrived with your favorite snacks and your favorite iced coffee, placing them carefully on your pink coffee table.
Your tiny loft apartment didn’t offer much space for the two of you. A small kitchen tucked to the side. A cute cloud couch with soft furry pillows. A pink coffee table. A few paintings you proudly displayed along the walls. And your bed. Your soft, comfy bed — your sanctuary. It was where you studied, where you found comfort and solitude.
Jungkook looked so out of place on your tiny loft bed — sprawled out comfortably, long limbs stretching carelessly, his broad shoulders nearly occupying the space that once felt spacious when it was only yours. He had been here many times before, almost like his second home. Your pillows. Your plushies.
They were starting to smell like him.
Your books were scattered across the bed, pages bent and highlighted, handwritten notes resting in his large hands as he read them aloud for you. You even wore your eyeglasses tonight — the ones you only brought out for serious, all-night studying.
For a while, he truly did help you study. But after an hour or so, the rhythm slowed.
Jungkook leaned back, then gradually sank into the mattress, your soft floral comforter enveloping him. The bed was too comfortable. Too warm. The plushies he had bought you sat around his head like a crown of pastel witnesses, and your pillow — your vanilla-scented pillow — tempted him further. Your scent wrapped around him gently. It soothed him.
He let out a quiet sigh and laid fully down, one arm thrown lazily over his eyes. He was tired, after all. Workouts. Dance practice. Boxing sessions. Walking Bam. His days were never light — always moving, always training, always pushing himself. And yet, despite all of it, he still came to see you. Even when you insisted he should rest. Even when you told him you could meet after finals. He had only shaken his head.
Told you he misses you so.
With your cute glasses perched on your nose, hair tied in a messy bun, and brows furrowed in concentration as you reread a passage for your test, you didn’t notice Jungkook staring at you.
His gaze slowly trailed downward — to your exposed pretty collarbones, the soft fabric of your snoopy pajama top, and the ruffled shorts hugging your plush thighs so perfectly. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, the urge to pull you into his lap growing stronger by the second. But he held back. As the good boyfriend he is, he lets you study.
You assumed he had fallen asleep beside you, his body stretched comfortably across your bed. But he hadn’t. His hands were very much awake. While you sat prettily beside him, facing his relaxed form, his fingers settled at your waist, warm and possessive. Every now and then, they would drift lower, rubbing slow circles along your thighs. The gentle touch was distracting — dangerously so — but you tried your best to hide it behind your books, adjusting your glasses as if that could steady your racing heart.
It felt like an eternity before you finally set your book down, deciding to take a short break. That was all the invitation Jungkook needed. In one smooth motion, he pulled you on top of him, hands firmly settling on your hips. A soft gasp left your lips as his mouth immediately found the space just below your ear. “Tired, baby?'' he whispered. His lips brushed along the expanse of your neck, slow and tender, as if he were trying to ease the tension from your body — tension built from hours of studying… and from him.
You smiled softly. “I'm fine, you should be the one resting, Kookie. You’ve been working and doing errands all day.” you murmured with a small pout, your fingers gently playing with his hair.
He groaned quietly. “Not tired.” His kisses were light and feathery, barely there, yet enough to make you close your eyes. “You relax, pretty.” he murmured against your skin.
You let yourself fully relax on top of him, your body melting into his warmth. A soft sigh escaped your lips — though it turned into a quiet moan when Jungkook gently bit at your neck.
“You smell so good.” Jungkook whispered, his mouth trailing slow, soft kisses down your neck while his large, tattooed hands roamed possessively over your hips.
You giggled, breath hitching when his lips brushed a particularly sensitive spot. “Kookie, I’m supposed to be studying.” You attempted to lift yourself off his lap, but his grip steadied you instantly, firm and unyielding.
"Give me an hour, yeah?” your boyfriend murmured, voice slightly weakened by want, his hands threatening to go under your top.
You shook your head. “I’m only taking a break, Koo. I need to go back to reading.” You tried to meet his eyes — and immediately regretted it. Your cheeks reddened when you saw his heavy-lidded gaze, softened yet filled with unmistakable want and need.
Jungkook only stared at you, licking his lower lip before raising a thick brow. “Hmm, is an hour too much, pretty?” he proposed.
You pouted… maybe a short break wouldn’t be so bad?
When he noticed the way you were thinking so hard, your expression telling him that you would give him what he wants. His cock tightens. Jungkook gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He could already tell you were about to give him what he wanted.
His jaw clenched. The thought of you setting your studies aside for him — even just for a short break — made his cock twitch. So soft, so sweet, always making time for him.
He bit his lip, feeling bad that he’s distracting you — you gasped when he suddenly flipped you down. “W-Wait, Kookie.’’
Jungkook leaned down, gently removing your glasses and setting them aside. “10 minutes,” he whispered before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
Your eyes squinted in confusion. “Huh? W-What do you—” Your eyes widened when he went down your shorts, his face hovering over your clothed cunt.
“Just give me 10 minutes, pretty. Then you can go back to studying, hmm?”
You frowned. “It’s okay, Kookie, I-I can have a longer break— mmph!” you whimpered when Jungkook buried his nose against your clothed cunt, inhaling deeply. His hands folded your legs back, encouraging you to spread wider for him.
“10 minutes. Let daddy help you relax, okay?” he murmured, looking up at you through hooded eyes as his warm mouth pressed soft kisses along your inner thighs.
You whined softly, your hand accidentally knocking into your notes at your side. Jungkook lets out a low chuckle. “Don’t move much, pretty girl. You’re gonna crumple your notes.” he said amused.
“Kookie…” you murmured, eyes squeezing shut as you felt him tug your shorts to the side, exposing your damp panties to him. “So wet, baby. Who made you this wet huh?” he chuckled lowly. You whimpered, instinctively trying to close your legs around his head, overwhelmed by the intensity of his attention. “Keep those legs open for me.” he said with a subtle edge.
You gasped when his lips found your tight hole against your wet panties. He dragged his tongue up and down through the thin fabric, making it nice and wet for his own viewing pleasure.
“Oh, Kookie—” you whispered, your body relaxing and tensing all at once. You looked down at him, and your eyes rolled back at the sight. He looked completely lost — drunk on you — licking at you like he was addicted, like he couldn’t get enough.
With your uncontrollable whines filling the room, Jungkook finally slid your shorts off completely, tossing them aside without care. He lifted his head slightly, eyes dark and focused, before spitting over your wet panties. Your pussy was already visible through the thin fabric, soaked from your arousal, the added saliva making it cling even more to your skin.
“Let me make you feel good baby, you’ve been studying so hard.” he said lowly, flicking your panties to the side to expose your wet cunt. “Fucking, pretty.'' he groaned before diving in to your swollen pussy, jaw slack, trying to take you whole in his hot mouth. “Oh my gosh!” You whimpered, chest heavy from intense pleasure, pussy throbbing from the glide of his wet tongue. Jungkook held the underside of your ass to make you more open for him, inserting his broad tongue into your hole to push out more slick from you.
“Fuck, f-feels so good.” you moaned weakly, your fingers scrambling for something to hold onto — accidentally gripping your scattered notes again. Jungkook noticed. You opened your eyes as Jungkook paused, reaching for a plushie beside the pillow and handing it to you. “Hold this, baby.” he rasped, his lips and chin still glistening from your slick. You realized you’d crumpled your notes, cheeks burning as you shyly held the plushie for support. “T-Thank you, daddy.” you mumbled softly.
Jungkook went down on you again, kissing your clit softly. “You’re welcome, baby.” he murmured before sucking your clit harshly. You gasped at the sensation, pleasure shooting through your veins like wildfire. “Oh, daddy!” you moaned, your small fingers gripping the plushie tightly. When Jungkook heard that nickname, he knew you were close, his cock tightening, pre-cum leaking from his mushroom tip.
Jungkook lifted his head, staring at your pussy lovingly. Using both of his index fingers, he gently opens your folds to expose your puffy clit, your hole clenching. “So pretty.” he murmured to himself while staring at your pussy.
He spits on your peaking pearl, watching it trail down to your clenching hole. You gasped at the sensation, toes curling from anticipation and need. “Does that feel good?” Jungkook murmured, sucking his thumb and using it to rub his spit all over your sensitive cunt. He watched your face contort in blissful pleasure, so high and aroused.
‘’Yes, daddy.” you mewled — using his middle finger, he gathers your slick and his spit to insert it inside your tight hole, pushing and curling it upwards to caress that spongey spot that gets you moaning and writhing for him. “Yeah? daddy’s doing a good job huh?” he mocks, thrusting his thick finger fast while his mouth went back to suck your sensitive nub. You gasped, heat boiling low in your stomach, your orgasm teetering on the edge. “Daddy’s talking to you,” he commanded harshly when you didn’t answer.
“So g-good, daddy.” you moaned loudly, the plushie curling in your hands as your impending high begged to be released. “I-I’m gonna cum.”
Jungkook smiled proudly, the wet sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of you was so dirty. “Go on, cum on daddy’s fingers.” he urged, and you crumpled down with a loud moan. He removed his fingers to watch your pussy release so much cum, your thighs trembling, your eyes rolling back as if seeing stars, your clit pulsating uncontrollably. You cried out, your legs threatening to close from overstimulation, but Jungkook held you open, leaning down to your quivering hole, sucking up every drop of your juices just to spit them back onto your clit, harshly sucking your bud — forcing another orgasm out of you.
You were long gone, eyes teary, your pussy weak and drenched from your own slick and your boyfriend’s saliva. Jungkook flipped your body, forcing you to sit up while he positioned himself behind you, his hard cock pressed against your lower back. Still weak and high from your orgasm, you let him maneuver your body to his liking. You frowned when you saw him grab his phone from beside the bed. Using a pillow, he propped it up and opened the front camera.
“Kookie, w-what are you doing?” you asked weakly, confusion and surprise lacing your voice as his thighs forced your legs apart, spreading them wide for the camera. Your pussy was swollen and spent, his presence behind you guiding your body like a used toy.
Jungkook pulled your hair to the side so he could bury his face against your neck, sniffing and biting your skin playfully. “Thought you were a smart girl?” he whispered, hitting record and setting a five-minute timer. “Still got five minutes, baby. Is your head empty from cumming, hmm?” he chuckled lowly. Using his index and ring finger, he spread your pussy lips open for the camera, his middle finger rubbing slow circles over your clit.
You whimpered, your past orgasm making you shiver from overstimulation. “D-Daddy!” you bit your lip hard, flustered from the sudden urge to make you cum again. ‘’Open your eyes and look at your pussy, so wet and pretty around daddy’s fingers.” he grabbed your cheeks, forcing you too look at yourself on the camera, his other hand rubbing harder and faster.
The view was sinful, so dirty. Your cheeks flushed, your pussy pink and swollen, Jungkook’s tattooed hands all over you—like a scene from explicit porn.
“Let me see those pretty nipples, yeah?” he rasped, tugging your top down to expose your tits. His tatted fingers pinched and rolled your nipples before his hands traveled lower, collecting your slick just to spread it over your sensitive peaks. “What a dirty little girl, just letting me play with you like this.” he praised.
“F-Fuck, daddy!” Your body was shaking, your third release building—much stronger than before. Your tiny hands instinctively grabbed his, trying to stop him when you felt it coming. “I-I’m gonna c-cum, I can’t, I-It’s too much,” you cried, feeling like you might burst if you came again.
Jungkook held your wrists. “Aww, baby, we need to hurry up though. Still got pages to read, hmm?” he cooed, his lips brushing over your sensitive ear. “Come on, come for daddy. Give him something to watch for later, yeah?” he threatened. with a pinch in your clit, you burst, your pussy clenching so hard as you squirted around his fingers, your notes getting wet from your cum.
Jungkook chuckles, tapping your cunt to release more juice from you. “Very good, baby. So good at studying, so good at cumming hard for Kookie.” he praised, kissing your cheek and rubbing circles on your thigh to calm you from your heightened pleasure.
You whimpered, looking at him with weak, content eyes. “Y-You’re insane, Kookie.”
Jungkook smiled, lifting himself up to clean you, straightening your notes, setting your glasses back in place, and tidying your scattered books—helping you study again, even with his hard, aching cock.
Ten minutes wasn't enough, needs to fuck you bad, needs to be inside you.
But being the good daddy he is, he settled for teasing himself later, fisting his hard leaky cock with your voice echoing through his phone.
summary: you surprise your boyfriend during his short military break by secretly visiting his home with homemade cookies and a heartfelt letter. despite his usual gentleness, the long-awaited reunion quickly turns into all-night fucking and whispering of sweet assurances.
warnings: dom!jungkook x shy!submissive reader, explicit sexual content, clit rubbing, jk watches while oc touches herself, smoking, edging, spitting, dom/sub dynamic, daddy, degradation, oral sex, nipple play, praising, dumbfication, cum eating, multiple orgasms, usage of slut, overstimulation, fingering, dirty talk, penetrative sex, hair pulling, creampie.
pt.1 lollipop pt.3 10 mins pt.4 pretty pt.5 pink bullet
⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂˚₊┈┈୨୧┈┈‧₊˚⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂
The smell of freshly baked cookies lingered in the kitchen, warm and sweet, wrapping around you like vanilla. One by one, you placed them carefully inside the little box you had prepared for your boyfriend, adjusting them so they would look pretty. A pink ribbon rested on top, tied into a neat bow. You smiled, happy and excited.
Jungkook had a short break from the military. He called you immediately when he found out — voice bright, almost breathless — asking if you could meet, telling you how much he misses you.
You declined. You told him you were busy with school, that you had plans, deadlines, responsibilities. A complete lie.
As the understanding boyfriend he has always been, he offered another solution. You could study at his place instead. He told you he wants to see you. Promised he wouldn’t disturb you. Said he just wanted you near. But you refused again, piling excuse upon excuse — group projects, meetings, exhaustion — constructing careful little white lies just to keep him away a little longer.
Through the phone, it broke your heart hearing the slight dip in his voice… he said it was okay.
When he asked you if you could at least video call. You decline again.
You almost gave in then. Your soft heart nearly folded at the sound of him. But you stood your ground, holding onto your reason.
You wanted to surprise him.
You planned to go to his house — a place you had never truly stepped inside. You’d only ever stood outside the gates of his huge home, too shy to enter, too afraid of intruding. Even though Jungkook had told you countless times that you were welcome anytime. Even though he had shared the passcode with you. Even though he introduced you to his guard and said, without hesitation, that his house was your house too.
Still, you had never crossed that threshold.
Meanwhile, Jungkook was almost always at your tiny apartment. His house may have remained untouched by you, but your space, your pillows, your sheets — it all smells like him.
Humming softly to yourself, you skipped along the quiet subdivision towards your boyfriend’s house, a neatly wrapped box of cookies in one hand and a letter tucked safely on top of it — the usual way you chose to pour your heart out to him.
You had dressed up for today. A cute pink top hugged your frame, paired with a beige pleated skirt that swayed with every step. Your long brown hair was styled into low pigtails, ribbons tied delicately at the ends. You had clearly dolled yourself up — just for him.
“Good afternoon, I’m here for Jungkook!” you greeted the guard politely.
He immediately recognized you as Jungkook’s girlfriend, offering you a respectful bow before stepping aside to let you in. You quickly added that there was no need to call him — you wanted this to be a surprise.
The moment you stepped inside the premises, you gasped.
His house was enormous.
You had seen glimpses of it during his Weverse lives, but never like this. Never in full scale. Everything screamed Jungkook. Black cushions neatly arranged on the couch. Gray and charcoal furniture polished to perfection. Soft yellow lights dimmed just enough to create a warm glow against the high ceilings that seemed to stretch endlessly upward — a quiet display of wealth and taste.
You walked further in, both confused and amazed, careful with every step as if one wrong movement might break something — or worse, ruin your surprise. Your heart pounded at the thought of accidentally startling him.
When you didn’t spot him in the living room, you made your way towards the elevator. After a brief pause, you pressed the button, already concluding where he must be.
The basement.
His favorite place. The room where he often sang, where his voice echoed freely without restraint.
And today, you were finally stepping into it.
When you reached your destination, your heart thumped wildly in your chest as the elevator doors slid open, revealing the dim entrance to his basement. The faint scent of smoke curled into your senses immediately, settling in your lungs and confirming what you already knew. He was there.
You stepped out quietly, your grip tightening around the box of cookies as anticipation coiled tighter and tighter inside you.
And then you saw him.
Manspreading lazily on his black couch, the massive screen before him casting a muted glow over his sharp features. His cheeks hollowed slightly as he took a slow drag from his cigarette, smoke spilling from his lips in a lazy exhale that blurred the edges of his face.
You let out the softest gasp. His head turned.
You knew Jungkook smoked. You always had. But he never did it in front of you. He would smoke outside of his car while you waited prettily in the passenger seat. He would smoke outside after date meals while you focused on dessert. He would light one beside his motorbike and put it out the second he saw you walking towards him.
Even after making love, he would smoke outside on the veranda to ease the tension of wanting to fuck you all over again.
He knew you didn’t like the smoke. So he kept it out of your sight. Tried, in his own quiet way, to lessen it.
But this—this was different.
You hadn’t expected it to look like this. To look… good on him. The smoke framing his face, sharpening his piercings, tracing along the ink on his skin. He looked dangerous. Intimidating. Like someone capable of breaking you.
And yet you knew better. Because despite the sharp edges of his appearance, Jungkook had always been gentle with you. Soft. Careful. Always praising you, always making sure you felt safe and cherished.
“Hello!” you greeted softly, a smile forming as you bit your lip.
It had been almost a year since you’d last seen him like this. He looked bigger now — broader shoulders stretching the black fabric of his shirt, his frame filling the space with quiet dominance.
Jungkook stared at you, visibly stunned.
He hadn’t expected you to appear in front of him — not like this. Dressed so prettily and dolled up for him.
His eyes dragged slowly over your figure. Your soft thighs on display, the subtle give of them evident as you stepped closer. Your skirt resting delicately against your plush skin. The swell of your breast framed perfectly by the pink top you had chosen just for him. You could almost see it — the exact moment his rational thoughts dissolved. Your vanilla scent blended with the smoke in the air.
And suddenly, the room felt smaller.
Your cheeks flushed the moment his gaze landed on you, those heavy-lidded eyes slowly lowering, dragging a shiver down your spine. You bit your lip, a soft, nervous sound escaping. “I… got you something,” you murmured in a small voice as you reached his black couch, the box of cookies trembling in your hands.
Before you could even lift the lid, you didn’t notice Jungkook setting his cigarette in the ashtray, his movement sudden and deliberate. In the next heartbeat, he yanked you harshly into his lap. The box tumbled beside him with a muted clatter, forgotten.
Your shriek caught in your throat as he kissed you—forceful, demanding, his need hot and raw. Your body reacted instantly, gasping as his tongue breached yours, exploring, claiming. His hands gripped your thighs, prying them apart until you straddled him, the rigid weight of his cock pressing firmly against your soft, clothed core.
Shock froze you for a heartbeat. This wasn’t the gentle, teasing kiss you were used to—it was feral, unrestrained, a taste of the man beneath the calm exterior. Your fingers clawed at his shirt, desperate for some anchor. “K-Kookie.” you breathed, struggling to draw air as he trailed fiery kisses down your neck.
“I missed you.” he groaned, his voice low, rumbling, a contrast to the savage heat of his lips, sending tremors through your chest.
You giggled, “Missed you too, Kookie.” you smiled cutely.
Jungkook’s hand went under your top; you gasped when he palmed your breast, your giggles dying down from his aggressiveness. “Thought you were busy, baby.” He slipped his hand under your bra, rolling your nipples while his mouth was busy sucking the softness of your neck. Overwhelmed, your thoughts were haywire. “Wanted to surprise you, Kookie; of course I'll make time for you." you said softly, smiling at him when he raised his head to look at you.
His eyes, dripping with adulterating need, desire, love and frustration.
It had been almost a damn year, and Jungkook missed you with a hunger that gnawed at him day and night. When you told him you couldn’t see him during his short break, his chest had shattered, yet he forced himself to understand, swallowing the ache, telling you it was fine no matter how badly he wanted to hold you, touch you, bury himself inside you.
Every night alone, he touched himself, aching for your warmth, for your love, for the softness of you pressed against him. He told you to video call him while you did your homework, a weak attempt at connection, a poor substitute for the closeness he craved.
To find out that you made an effort to surprise him and make time for him? All the pent-up frustration of how bad he wanted to fuck you hard was now dawning upon him, his control flying out of the window seeing you in your cute smile, short skirt, and a box of dessert made just for him, only him.
“Fuck, you love me so much, do you?” he rasped, his other hand squeezing your thighs, fingers pulling your nipple until a loud whimper escaped you.
“Of course I d-do.” you mumbled, your pussy already wet from his touch, the soaked cotton of your panties betraying just how much you’d missed him, too.
Jungkook suddenly plopped you down onto the couch, his movements sharp and deliberate. “Let me see how much you love me, hmm?” He tilted his head at you, his dark eyes hungry as you struggled to focus, caught somewhere between shock and desire.
His gaze drifted to the box with the pink ribbon beside you, noticing the folded letter resting on top. You always wrote him letters, and each one made his chest tighten, his heart swell with the love you gave so freely.
The thought of your sweetness made his cock twitch, precum leaking through his boxers. “Spread your legs for me, pretty girl.” he commanded, low and hoarse, and you shivered at the demand, obedience already blooming with desire.
Hesitantly, you opened your legs for him, the damp, soaked cotton of your panties on full display. Jungkook groaned, leaning down to press his tongue against you through the wet fabric, his nose brushing your swollen clit. Pleasure shot through you, making your head spin as your moans escaped uncontrollably.
“Oh, Kookie…” you mumbled, fists clutching at your short skirt, gripping it as though it could anchor you to sanity.
He removed your wet panties; you gasped loudly when you saw him sniffing them. "K-Kookie—" you protested, the dirty act making you leak more, your hole clenching around nothing.
Jungkook licked his lower lip, his eyes rolling back from the scent of your wetness; he threw your panties across the room and leaned down to suck harshly on your clit.
“What did you bake, pretty?” he whispered against your clit—dragging his tongue up and down your folds, legs spread wide just for him.
“I- I b-baked chocolate chip cookies for you.” you whimpered, cheeks flushed as he glanced up at you, his chin slick. He lifted his cigarette from the ashtray, taking a slow drag while his thumb circled your swollen bud.
“So pretty like this.” he murmured, eyes dark as they roamed over your wet pussy. He spat harshly on your clit, circling it with slick fingers, making you moan. Another inhale from his cigarette, and his gaze lingered hungrily on you—red cheeks, glossy eyes, and pouty lips only fueling his hardness.
“Did you touch yourself while I was away, baby?” he rasped, flicking the cigarette between his fingers. You shyly squeezed your legs together.
“Mhm, kookie.” you whispered shyly, but he wasn’t done. “Spread baby, show me that pretty pussy.” He forced your legs apart, voice low and commanding. “I asked you a question.”
You bit your lip. “Well... s-sometimes…” you admitted softly, hiding your face, wishing to escape the piercing intensity of his dark eyes.
Jungkook groaned, the information making him leak even more, his cock so hard he swore he could cum—just by eating your wet pussy.
“What a slut, you played with your pussy?” He pulled away from your clit, your bare cunt—waiting for his pleasure. You shook your head, shy and embarrassed to say it out loud. And yet… the way he said it, the weight behind the degrading nickname, it ignited something inside you. A heat so sinful, so forbidden, that it made your body betray you all over again.
“Kookie, t-this is embarrassing. Please.” you pleaded, your voice trembling, cheeks burning, feeling impossibly small under his gaze.
He paused, eyes dark and hungry as he studied you, your legs still spread open, waiting for him. A cigarette rested lazily between his lips, smoke curling around his sharp features, while one hand idly palmed the hardness straining through his pants, teasing himself as he watched your reaction.
“Why? Don’t worry, baby. I like to touch myself too.” he said, amusement lacing his voice, and heat rushed to your cheeks, painting them bright red.
He leaned closer, eyes locked on your trembling pussy, clenching desperately, arousal glistening and dripping down his black couch.
“Stroked my cock a lot inside the military,” he confessed, voice low, almost a dirty little secret meant only for you. “Always thinking about you.”
You gasped, instinctively closing your legs in a desperate attempt to gain friction from his confession, but Jungkook’s hands were insistent, prying them apart again.
“Show me.” he said, the edge in his tone sharp, undeniable.
You blinked at him, startled. “W-what?”
He took a slow drag from his cigarette, eyes never leaving yours. “Show me how you touched yourself.”
Your body shuddered at the words. You gasped again, squeezing your eyes shut, your pussy aching unbearably.
But then you met his gaze — so serious, so raw, so impossibly needy — and the part of you that lived to obey him flared to life. Slowly. Hesitantly. Trembling under his stare, your fingers reached for your throbbing heat.
“K-Kookie… this is so embarrassing, I c-can’t—”
“Shh, you’re doing good. Go on.” he murmured, inhaling a slow drag from his stick as he watched your small hands circle your wet cunt. His voice carried both command and approval. “Insert a finger.” he ordered, sharp and deliberate.
The pleasure coursing through you was unbearable, your body trembling under his gaze. You obeyed, sliding a finger inside, cheeks burning hot as whimpers slipped out before you could stop them.
“P-Please.” you pleaded, desperation lacing your voice, fingers moving almost too small, too hesitant, not enough to satisfy the ache deep inside you.
He raised a brow, dark and amused. “Please what?”
“T-touch me,” you murmured, voice barely audible, every stroke of your finger drawing a symphony of need that he drank in with eyes, chest rising and falling as if your small act was feeding the fire inside him.
He chuckled softly, the sound low and hungry, before setting the cigarette carefully in the ashtray.
Your eyes widened, breath hitching as he slowly removed his clothes. Your hands froze for a moment at the sight of him — hard, leaking, precum glistening along the veiny shaft of his cock, catching the dim light of the room.
You whimpered, unable to look away.
“Baby, how are you going to cum properly when you’re touching your pretty pussy like that?” he mocked, a low smirk in his voice as he reached out to grasp your small hands, helping you how to touch yourself properly—like the good daddy he is.
You gasped as Jungkook guided your fingers against your slick folds, warm and insistent, pressing you further into your own pleasure.
“Curl it upwards, baby. It’ll feel good.”
He nudged your middle finger inside, guiding you to curl it upward just as he had taught you before, stroking that spongy spot with precision. The movement made your body shiver violently, your breath catching in ragged, desperate gasps.
“Oh my gosh!” you gasped, the sensation overwhelming, both pleasurable and ticklish, making your body shiver in response.
“There we go, feels good, doesn’t it? What a dirty little whore.” he whispered, his eyes never leaving your soaked cunt. “Answer me.”
“Y-Yes, Kookie… it feels so g-good.” you cried, your hips almost grinding against your own hand as heat pooled unbearably low.
“Now, rub your clit.” he murmured, guiding your other hand to trace slow, insistent circles over your pearl.
Your eyes rolled back, tears slipping free, hair falling messily around your face, lips swollen from biting.
“T-too much.” you protested weakly, the coil in your stomach tightening, the ache and pleasure so impossibly intertwined it felt like it might consume you whole.
"Yeah? This is how daddy touches you though.” he mocks, spits at your swollen clit, replaces both of your hands with his to show you how harsh he can be, forcing you to orgasm, squirting messily all over his big hands.
“Oh fuck,” you gasped, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing through your body, legs trembling violently from the intensity of your orgasm. Tears leaked as you squirted, and the sight of you soaking him made Jungkook even harder. “Good girl.” he praised, his voice low and husky as he watched you drench him, then gently removed your top and bra, leaving only your skirt.
You closed your eyes, trying to calm down from your high while Jungkook maneuvers your body like a rag doll. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt the mushroom head of his cock brushing against your slick, sensitive slit. The overstimulation made you hiss, small noises escaping before you could stop them.
“Stay still for me, baby. Let daddy fuck you, yeah?” he whispered, tugging your short skirt up so he could admire your bare pussy sliding against him.
You mewled helplessly, the mix of his precum and your own wetness igniting you anew. And then he noticed your invitation — the tight, warm clench of your hole. Without hesitation, he pushed his hard cock inside you, groaning low and deep at the feel.
Your body shook violently from the oversensitivity, but you welcomed him, every inch of you clinging to him, every nerve ending on fire as your orgasmic haze collided with the delicious intrusion of him.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
He brought the cigarette back to his lips, inhaling slowly, letting the smoke curl around him as he fucked you hard, relentless and demanding. “What a good little slut.”
You were lost, gone completely, body bouncing uncontrollably as Jungkook used you to chase his own pleasure. His fingers pinched your nipples sharply, and his other hand drifted down to your spent, sensitive clit, teasing it with slow, deliberate pressure.
“Come again, baby.” he murmured, voice low and husky, thick with need.
You shook your head weakly, exhausted beyond measure, every muscle trembling — yet the way his cock grazed your walls sent jolts of tingly pleasure shooting through you again. Your body betrayed you, craving more even when your mind begged for rest.
“That’s it, baby, come again for Daddy.”
He tossed the cigarette into the ashtray, pistoning his cock hard and fast inside you, each thrust precise, brutal, and unrelenting. His thumb circled your clit at an almost animalistic pace, adding to the fire building inside you. Every nerve screamed, every inch of you telling him that you were close again, teetering on the edge of another orgasm.
“R-Right there.” you mewled, eyes glossy and unfocused.
Jungkook’s hand found your neck, gripping just enough to make you tremble. “Right here?” he whispered, his mushroom head brushing perfectly against your g-spot.
Your walls clenched around him, nails digging into the couch, and a cry tore from your throat. “Fuck, baby.” he groaned, losing every last ounce of restraint. He came with a violent pulse, cock throbbing deep inside your velvety walls, each spasm stretching you in the most delicious way. Your own orgasm teetered on the brink, the heat, the pressure, the overstimulation building toward a peak so intense you could hardly breathe.
Jungkook knows your body well and knows you didn't reach your second high; despite the oversensitivity, he moves again on top of you. The sound of his cum and your wet slick squelching loudly. “D-Daddy! Oh my!’’ You screamed, pleasure building up again even stronger than before. Jungkook fights the oversensitivity, his cock burning from moving again inside you. “Cum for me, pretty baby. Wanna feel you, yeah?" he said weakly, his thumb rubbing your clit in fast motions. “Can you feel how good I’m rubbing you?” With his dirty whispers, his warm cum, hard cock thrusting inside you, you came so hard, trembling uncontrollably around him.
Jungkook groaned low, chest rising and falling with the effort as you squeezed him tightly. “Good girl… so good for me.” he praised, his voice rough and husky, before slowly and gently withdrawing his cock from your dripping heat.
Your body shook violently, the orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave, leaving your limbs weak and trembling as if you might pass out.
He leaned down, brushing a soft, lingering kiss across your flushed cheek. “Let me clean you, baby. Then let’s eat your cookies together, hmm?”
The warmth in his tone, the soft intimacy after the storm of lust, made your heart flutter, your body still tingling from the aftermath of your shared pleasure.
summary: when jungkook comes home late after drinking with his brother, he expects to find you asleep— but instead finds you wide awake, waiting for him. what starts as soft scolding and sweet reassurance quickly melts into heated tension, his usually gentle nature slipping into something more dominant when he realizes you stayed up just for him.
warnings: dom!jungkook x shy!submissive reader, explicit sexual content, clit rubbing, jk watches while oc touches herself, smoking, edging, spitting, dom/sub dynamic, daddy, degradation, oral sex, nipple play, praising, dumbfication, cum eating, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, fingering, dirty talk, penetrative sex, hair pulling, creampie.
pt.2 cookie pt3. 10 mins pt.4 pretty pt.5 pink bullet
⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂˚₊┈┈୨୧┈┈‧₊˚⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂
It was 2:47 a.m., you were giggling at your phone while rewatching your favorite rom-com for what felt like the hundredth time. You have class tomorrow—an early one—but that fact seemed irrelevant in the face of a good confession scene and your stubborn refusal to sleep.
“Maybe I should drink coffee.” you murmured to yourself, voice thick with drowsiness as you fought the comfort of your bed.
With a reluctant sigh, you pushed the blanket off, the cool air immediately kissing your exposed skin- sending a faint shiver down your legs. Dressed in pink ruffled shorts and a matching spaghetti-strap top, you padded towards the kitchen, phone still in hand.
You scrolled lazily through your messages with Jungkook, rereading the last few texts with a soft smile tugging at your lips while you filled the kettle. Half-awake and half-distracted, you tried to brew coffee without burning yourself—your mind far more invested in his words than in the task at hand.
· · ─ · 11:34 pm · ─ · ·
Kookie 🐰💕: Baby, I’ll be home late; don’t wait for me, okay?
You: What time would you be homeee? 🥹
Kookie 🐰💕: Maybe around 3 or 4. Hyung asked me to stay longer since it’s been a while. Is it okay if I drink, baby?
You: Okayyy, please be safe! and don’t drink too much since you also have to driveee. I love you!
Kookie 🐰💕: Of course, baby. I love you too; please sleep early.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
You pouted, glancing at the clock—almost three a.m.—convincing yourself that you just wanted to finish the movie. Deep down, though, you knew the truth: you wanted to stay awake, waiting for your boyfriend. With a resigned sigh, you pulled a mug from the drawer and scooped a spoonful of creamer into it.
Just as you were about to pour the freshly brewed coffee, the familiar beeping of your apartment door startled you. You froze mid-pour, setting down the frothing pitcher, and padded towards the living room.
“Kookie!” you called, beaming as you practically hopped across the floor. His sleepy eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by your unexpected energy at this hour. And there you were—bubbly, wide awake, the remnants of your sleepy facade melting away the moment you saw him.
Dressed in a black leather jacket, dark pants, thick boots, and a silver chrome necklace, he made your knees go weak.
“Hiii!” you beamed, throwing yourself into his arms. He chuckled softly, strong arms wrapping around you, grounding you in his warmth.
“I told you to sleep early, didn’t I?” he whispered low against your ear, your breath hitched at the heat of it.
“I was watching a movie… didn’t notice the timeee.” you reasoned, trying to sound cute.
Before you could react further, he guided you towards the couch and plopped you gently over his lap, his hands settling at your small waist to steady you.
“Really? Then what were you doing in the kitchen?” he asked, raising a brow, that mock tone in his voice—one you knew well. You bit your lip, bracing yourself for the gentle scolding you always received for staying up too late.
He disliked it when you ignored your sleep, but you knew his concern came from care—morning classes, health, all of it. Still, you couldn’t help yourself. You’d sacrifice precious sleep for even a few more minutes with him.
“W-well, I was…” You tried to form your words, but your mind kept drifting, distracted by the feel of Jungkook’s soft kisses trailing along your neck. You bit your lip as you smelled the faint scent of whisky and smoke on him.
“Hmm, you were?” he murmured, lifting his head just enough to peer at your flushed face, eyes dark with curiosity and amusement.
“M-making coffee.” you admitted softly. One thing Jungkook always loved about you? Your honesty, no matter what.
He groaned low in his chest. “At this hour? baby, you should be sleeping.” he said, voice firm yet wrapped in warmth, gently scolding you for your stubbornness.
You pouted, pressing your small hands to his chest and tilting your head with a shy smile. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to stay awake so I could wait for you…”
A low groan rumbled from him as he pulled you closer, hands settling at your waist. “If you wanted me, you should’ve called me, baby. You know I’ll always come home if you need me, hmm?” he whispered against your ear.
You sighed, guilt flickering across your chest. You knew he’d always prioritize you, but you still hated the thought of taking away his time with his family.
“I know… I just don’t want to take your time away with your family. You’ve missed your brother too, and I want you to spend more time with them.” you murmured, tiny hands fidgeting with his silver necklace, gaze dropping to avoid his eyes.
Dating Jungkook for three years, you had never once felt neglected. You were always his number one priority. Despite his demanding life as an idol, he made sure you felt seen and cared for—calling during his free hours, texting even when busy, and coming home to you at night to shower you with kisses.
During his hiatus, he seemed to dedicate every spare moment entirely with you. Cooking your favorite meals, binge-watching movies together, painting alongside you because you loved it, baking because it brought you joy… your hobbies had quietly become his own.
It was on your third anniversary that you both decided to move in together. You worried about the expenses—you were still a student, after all. Though graduation was finally within reach next year, you couldn’t shake the guilt when Jungkook insisted he would cover everything.
You felt the same way whenever he bought you gifts. You told him it wasn’t necessary, that having him was already more than enough. But Jungkook, being Jungkook, always had a reason:
You deserve it, baby. This is for you. I love you, and it reminds me of you.
With a soft heart, you tried to repay him in your own ways: cooking and baking for him, packing lunches during his comeback preparations, slipping love letters into his bag when words failed you, painting a portrait of Bam for his birthday, saving up for a new gaming controller as an anniversary gift—all met with his warmth, his insistence that you didn’t need to worry. And when words weren’t enough, he fucked you good and pleasured you in ways only he could.
Love and attention? You were spoiled, cherished, and adored, and that was why you were careful not to take away time meant for his family and brother—you knew just how important it was, both to him and to your relationship.
“Oh, baby…” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “So understanding.” His lips trailed lower, grazing your neck. “So sweet for me.” He licked along your jaw, a shiver ran down your spine.
Jungkook always had this soft spot for your sweetness; it drove him crazy, turning him on so completely that logic seemed to vanish.
“K-Kookie…” you whimpered as his hands tightened around your waist. That’s when you noticed the small brown paper bag he was holding.
You gave his arms a gentle squeeze, trying to get his attention while he was busy pressing kisses down your collarbones, your spaghetti strap slipping from your shoulder.
He licked his lips, eyes darkening as he took in your state. His cock hardened at the sight . With a weak smile, he adjusted your fallen strap and handed you the paper bag. “Open it.” he murmured.
A smile spread across your face as you did, your hips moving just slightly on their own, earning a low groan from him. Inside, your heart leapt—your favorite Chupa Chups, all in choco-vanilla.
“Omg!!! Kookie!!! You got me my favorite lollipops!” you giggled, picking them up and grinning like a kid.
His sleepy eyes followed your every movement, pride and affection swelling in his chest at how much joy his small gift brought you.
“Stopped by a convenience store, saw your favorite, baby.” he said softly, eyes trailing down your top, catching the subtle outline of your nipples pressing through the fabric. He licked his lower lip, his cock tightening through his boxers.
You pouted playfully, pulling a lollipop from the bag. “Did you buy a cigarette too?” you mumbled, setting the paper bag gently aside.
Jungkook had stopped smoking almost a year ago. He used to be a heavy smoker, lighting up constantly during the first few months of your relationship. He knew it wasn’t good for him, but stress, exhaustion, boredom—it all drove him to it. The habit had been addicting. Eventually, he decided to quit, and you had been a big part of why he finally did.
You still remembered the first time you saw him with a cigarette. It was your first visit to his house—dark interiors, a large kitchen, deep-toned couches… everything screamed Jungkook. You had brought him cookies you’d baked, hoping to surprise him during his break from the military, finally seeing him after almost a year apart.
But then you found him in the basement, cigarette in hand, and everything else faded. The box of cookies was forgotten. His dark gaze, intense and hungry, seemed to strip you bare, and before you could react, he kissed you hard—forceful, demanding, the first time you saw him so turned on and aggressive. He whispered how much he missed you, how much he wanted you, how badly he wanted to fuck you.
“What did you bake, pretty?” he whispered against your clit, legs spread wide across his black couch, the lingering smell of smoke curling into your senses.
“I- I b-baked chocolate chip cookies for you,” you whimpered, cheeks flushed as he glanced up at you, his chin slick. He lifted his cigarette from the ashtray, taking a slow drag while his thumb circled your clit.
“So pretty like this.” he murmured, eyes dark as they roamed over your wet pussy.
Your first taste of Jungkook’s degradation left you flushed, aroused in ways you hadn’t expected. The intensity, the boldness—it made you wet, more than you thought possible.
He spat harshly on your clit, circling it with slick fingers, making you moan. Another inhale from his cigarette, and his gaze lingered hungrily on you—red cheeks, glossy eyes, and pouty lips only fueling his hardness.
“Did you touch yourself while I was away, baby?” he rasped, flicking the cigarette between his fingers. You shyly squeezed your legs together.
“Mhm, kookie.” you whispered shyly, but he wasn’t done.
“Spread baby, show me that pretty pussy.” He forced your legs apart, voice low and commanding. “I asked you a question.”
“Well... s-sometimes…” you admitted softly, hiding your face, wishing to escape the piercing intensity of his dark eyes.
You were a virgin when Jungkook first met you, the reason why he was always so gentle with you… always showering you with sweet words and praises during intimacy. Always making sure he doesn't hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable. Always telling you how beautiful you are despite how shy you were with your body.
But this side of him? It was new, shocking, and intoxicating. You’d caught glimpses of it before—the restraint in his touch, the pent-up desire he held back—but nights apart during his military duty had undone that control. The longing, the sexual frustration, the love—it all surged through him now, raw and unrelenting.
When he finally told you to touch yourself in front of him while he smoked, something inside you broke. You were his, completely consumed by the want he radiated, and you couldn’t resist.
Jungkook took the lollipop from your hand, expertly unwrapping it. “It was my brother—he was smoking while we were drinking,” he explained, the faint scent of cigar lingering on him.
“Were you tempted?” you asked, frowning. You hated smoking… though, admittedly, it did have a strange appeal on him. You’d begged him before to stop, worried about his health and his singing.
Your concern always left him helpless. His addiction faded in the face of your sweet, earnest words.
“Hmm, yes… but,” he murmured, holding the unwrapped lollipop between you and him, “My love for you was stronger.” He placed it gently on your lips.
Heat pooled low in your body, your liquid warmth responding to the simple act, amazed that you had this effect on him.
“Open your mouth.” He tapped the lollipop against your lips with a teasing patience. You obeyed slowly, letting the chocolate-vanilla sweetness coat your tongue.
Jungkook’s cock twitched at the sight, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “Good girl.” One hand cupped the base of your neck, diamond rings pressing into your skin with a delicious bite. You almost choked on the lollipop, the rough pressure surprising you.
“Mmph,” you gasped, panties clinging harshly against your wet clit. Jungkook’s lips curved into a sneer.
“It’s just a small lollipop, baby. You can do better than that.” he said, his voice low and commanding. You couldn’t deny it—you’d seen this coming the moment you’d ignored his words about sleeping early. Tonight, he would be harsh, and you were ready… and secretly thrilled.
You whined, desperate to please him, sucking the lollipop eagerly as the pressure of his fingers against your throat pressed harder.
When he saw your teary eyes, Jungkook released your neck, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before letting his hands trail down to your shorts.
“Keep sucking.” He dropped the lollipop, sliding his hand into your panties. You gasped, hips jolting as his middle finger slipped between your wet folds, gathering your arousal and drawing it upward to your aching clit. The pleasure nearly made you drop the candy.
“Oh, Kookie…” you moaned softly, your voice muffled by the candy. His other hand busied itself with your spaghetti-strap top, undoing the buttons while his lips trailed down to your neck. “You’re so wet.” he whispered, circling your clit with his finger, the rhythm deliberate and teasing.
In one swift motion, he removed your top, exposing your hardened nipples. You instinctively moved to cover yourself, but he caught your wrists in one hand.
“Cover them again, or I’ll tie those wrists behind you.” he warned, his tone strict.
You gasped, your pussy clenching at his command. “Hmm… you like that, don’t you?” He crouched to suck your nipples, licking them as if they were his favorite dessert, his fingers sped up against your swollen clit, circling them while gathering your slick for added wetness.
“Jungkook, I’m—” you whimpered, flushed and embarrassed at how easily he drove you to the edge.
“Not yet, pretty girl.” He pulled his hand away from your panties, licking his wet fingers clean. Your lips parted as you watched him, breath hitching. Then he took the lollipop from your mouth.
“Stick your tongue out.” he rasped.
Your obedience made him harder, precum glistening along his cock. When you obeyed, he pressed the flat of his tongue against yours, messy and lewd. The taste of your slick mingled with his saliva and the lingering sweetness of the lollipop.
Saliva dripped down your thighs as Jungkook groaned, kissing you harshly. “You’re so sweet.” he whispered, sucking your tongue while your hips ground against his hard cock.
He groaned again, stopping your hips, and you mewled, desperate for pleasure. “Please, Kookie.” you pleaded, cheeks burning, wet and needy.
“No, baby.” He shook his head, circling the lollipop over your nipples, making you whimper from the sensitivity. “Let me play with you a little more, hmm?” he murmured, sucking on your candy-coated nipples.
''But, Kookie..." you pouted, your pussy clenching so much from denied pleasure. Jungkook raised a brow at you, pinching your nipples earning a loud whine from you. "I thought you were waiting for me so I can play with you?" he mocks.
You shyly shook your head, his degrading tone shamelessly arousing you. ''I- I mean, I do but-"
"Come on, get your pretty little head to use." he said softly in a mocking tone. “Oh my!” you gasped as he tugged one nipple harshly with his hot mouth while the other was teased by the lollipop.
“So good for me, just behave yeah?” he whispered, sucking your other nipple now.
Overwhelmed, you bit your lower lip harshly, tears beginning to form in your eyes. “P-please.” you almost cried. Jungkook chuckled lowly, finding your desperation adorable.
Suddenly, he flipped you onto the couch, pressing his lips back to yours before his dark eyes roamed your vulnerable form. He lifted the lollipop, motioning toward your clothed pussy. “Want me to touch you there?”
You felt exposed, utterly helpless in front of him, every inch of his body still clothed while you were bare.
You nodded, shy and tongue-tied.
“Words, baby.” he demanded. Slowly kneeling, he removed your shorts and panties in one swift motion.
“Want you to touch me there,” you whispered, voice small, hesitant about admitting your own need. He raised a brow. “Touch where, pretty girl?”
You closed your eyes tightly, frozen with shyness. Jungkook’s dark gaze lingered; your submissiveness only made him hungrier.
“Use your words.” he ordered, slapping your inner thigh sharply. The sting made you whimper, sending more liquid heat pooling between your thighs.
“Eat my pussy… p-please,” you said shyly, legs trying to close from embarrassment.
He chuckled low and approvingly. “Good girl. Wasn’t so hard to say, was it?”
You pouted, about to protest, when Jungkook spread your legs wide. He folded them against the couch, making you so exposed, slick trailing down the couch messily from your anticipation. He held out the lollipop.
“Suck it while I suck your pretty clit.” he commanded, before leaning down to spread your pussy lips with both fingers. His cheeks hollowed as he spat harshly on your clit, then flicked his hot tongue across it, spreading your slick messily.
You moaned into the lollipop, hips trembling. Jungkook knew exactly how to eat you—how to make you lose yourself, how to hit every spot your body craved.
His tongue worked expertly, alternating kitten-licks and deep sucking, jaw slack as he gathered slick on your hole just to spit it back onto your clit, coating it more for himself. Each harsh suck made your mind melt, your moans and the wet sounds of your pussy echoing around the apartment.
“Look at me while I eat your pussy.” he demanded when he saw your eyes fluttering closed. You tried to obey, but it was almost impossible. Without warning, he slid his middle finger into your entrance, curling it upward to brush the spongy part of your pussy. You nearly cried from the dual sensation.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispered against your clit, his finger moving in a slow, teasing come-here motion.
“Y-yes Kookie, oh!” you gasped as he added another finger, the cold metal of his rings stretching you deliciously. He kissed your clit gently.
“You can take it, you're a brave girl.” he murmured, lips feathering over your sensitive bud, sending shivers through your body. Your eyes rolled back, toes curling, the heat in your stomach building to an unbearable peak.
Tears slid down your flushed cheeks as pleasure overwhelmed you. His lips, his fingers, his dark eyes, the lollipop—everything combined to push you to the edge. You tried to push him away, but the sensations were too much, too intense, too delicious to resist.
“I c-can’t… please stop,” you sobbed, the candy nearly slipping from your mouth. But Jungkook didn’t relent—his fingers continued pumping inside you, faster, harder.
“Suck the lollipop properly.” he commanded, voice low and harsh.
You shook your head, legs trembling uncontrollably. He chuckled, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. “You’re milking my fingers so well, baby.” he murmured, watching the ring of white slick coating his fingers as he thrusted it in—and out of your tight hole.
“Let go for me, baby.” he whispered before taking your clit into his mouth. You moaned loudly, knees giving way, but Jungkook held you open, strong and unyielding. The orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, pulsating through your little pussy in rapid, shivering beats.
He didn’t stop. Lips and fingers working together, he forced another orgasm out of you, lips sucking harshly at your clit as your body convulsed. You gasped, squirting around his fingers and mouth, the tingling heat inside making you shake violently.
“Oh my gosh… Jungkook!” you sobbed, legs trembling, the lollipop nearly gone from your mouth.
Finally, he stopped, sliding his fingers out and licking them clean, chin and nose smeared with your slick, hair wild from your desperate tugging. He took the lollipop from your lips, praising you for being a good girl, for sucking it until the very end.
Your body was spent, eyes weak, but widened in surprise when he used the small head of the lollipop to gather your cum. “Jungkook! W-wait!” you tried to protest, but your strength had abandoned you.
“T-that's so dirty.” you whimpered, pouting, as he held it for you.
“Finish it, baby.” he whispered. Obediently, as his good girl, you sucked the tiny lollipop coated with your cum, eyes fluttering as his gaze devoured you.
“So good for me, my good little whore.” he breathed, eyes heavy-lidded, before letting his hands roam down to his leather belt.
Your throat went dry as he removed his pants and boxers, cock standing proud and leaking with pre-cum, ready for you.
"Are you sleepy?" Jungkook asked when he saw your tired state. He stroked himself, watching you intently; the sight of you still flushed and trembling made his cock twitch harder. He spread his pre-cum along his length, groaning lowly, eyes heavy-lidded as they drank you in.
"No, want to m-make you feel good too." you admitted shyly earning a low growl from him, opening your legs for him again, your clit swollen and pink.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” he said huskily while stroking his hard red cock. You finished the lollipop, holding it up like the good girl he loved.
He pulled you up from the couch, tilting your chin up to meet his dark gaze. “Is your mouth tired?” His thumb brushed gently against your lower lip.
You shook your head. Lollipops weren’t new to you—you could finish a whole bunch in one sitting—but keeping steady while Jungkook made you cum? That was the real challenge.
“Good.” he murmured, tapping your cheek—slightly harder this time, leaving a good sting. “Suck.” He pressed his cock against your lips.
Eager to give back the intense pleasure he had just given you, you opened your mouth, taking him in like your favorite lollipop. This was not your first time sucking him, though… he was always sweet, whispering how it’s okay if you can’t take his whole cock inside your mouth, always giving you time to breathe, whispering, "It's okay, baby, take it slow."
But tonight was different. He rut his hard cock inside your mouth, pulling your hair to angle it for his own pleasure. It reminded you of that one time after his military break, when his restraint had slipped, and his hunger for you had been almost painful to handle.
“You can take it, you’re such a slut. Aren’t you?” His voice was low, rough, and degrading, and still, it turned you on.
He removes his cock inside your mouth and pushes his fingers instead to gather his precum on your tongue. You stuck your tongue out, showing him; he groaned and squeezed your cheeks with one hand, he leaned down, gathering saliva to spit at your mouth.
“Don’t swallow.” he ordered, before placing his leaking cock back inside your mouth, slick and messy from the added lubrication. He tugged your hair again, pressing your head against his torso until your nose brushed against him.
“Fuck, baby.” he groaned, voice strained with want.
Jungkook grabbed your hair, tugging it back to guide your mouth over his cock like a living fleshlight. You gagged, tears pricking your eyes, but you did your best to pleasure him. You swirled your tongue around his tip, your small hands compensating for the length you couldn’t take.
“What a good little slut, so sweet for me.” he groaned, watching you take him all the way without help, fighting the urge to stop even as your breaths came ragged.
Suddenly, he pulled you up. You almost lost your balance, but his firm grip held you steady. Your eyes were glossy, your mind hazy, and your cheeks flushed a deep red as you looked at him, still dizzy from the sensation of his cock inside your mouth.
“You okay?” Jungkook’s voice softened, and his dark, dominant gaze softened into something tender as he looked down at you.
You pouted. “Yes…” you whispered, lowering your eyes. His cock was still hard and angry; he hadn’t cum yet.
“Look at me.” he murmured, tilting your chin upward.
“You… didn’t cum yet,” you said shyly, confused by why he had stopped.
His soft eyes darkened again, dominance returning in full force. He leaned down, stroking himself slowly. “I wanted to cum inside you, baby.”
He peeled off his leather jacket and black shirt, leaving himself naked except for his silver necklace. You gasped when he spun you around sharply.
“Get on all fours.” he whispered into your ear, pressing down on your lower back.
Your cheeks burned as you realized just how exposed you were. You looked back and felt even more embarrassed when you saw him staring, biting his lower lip while stroking his hard cock at the sight of your wet cunt, dripping with arousal. Your hole clenched around nothing, your rim untouched. You were about to move when Jungkook’s hand came down to slap sharply on your right ass cheek. You gasped at the sting, and then he rubbed it gently, the burn mingling with your mounting excitement.
“Don’t fucking move.” he growled, gripping your hips tightly.
“S-sorry, I w-was—” Your words were cut off as he suddenly pushed his cock inside you. You gasped at the sudden stretch. Even though you were soaked, he was still impossibly big. His mushroom head pushing in and out of you, dragging against your spongy walls making you moan uncontrollably- the stretch so good and pleasurable.
“So tight like this.” he groaned, watching himself sink into you. Then, his gaze drifted to your other hole. He spread your ass cheeks so he can spit on it, thumb circling your rim. “Would you let me fuck you here, baby?” he grunted, spreading the wetness in a slow, deliberate circle.
“Y-yes, daddy.” you mewled, a nickname that only comes out when you are so high with your own pleasure.
"U-use me, daddy." you whimpered, biting your lip so hard from pleasure. Jungkook groaned behind you, “What a fucking whore.” spanks your ass cheek, and pushed his cock into you in an animalistic frenzy. You moaned loudly—more slick falling down your legs, soaking his balls as they slapped against your clit.
“Is daddy making you feel good?” he murmured. You were so lost in pleasure you couldn’t form words, mouth agape- eyes rolling back.
When you stayed silent, he flipped you around, pulling you by the waist to spread your legs wide. Your eyes glazed over in bliss. “Too dumb to answer, baby? Use your words—you’re a big girl, aren’t you?” He tapped the tip of his cock against your dripping cunt.
“Y-yes, daddy.” you moaned weakly. His silver chains dangling in front of your flushed face.
“Who does your pussy belong to?” he asked, while looking at your abused pussy, his cock getting wet from your slick and his precum.
“You, daddy.” you whispered.
He chuckled lowly. “What a smart little girl. Are you good at following instructions?” He tilted his head at you. You bit your lip and nodded.
“Can you hold your legs up for me?” he said patiently, his cock very red and angry from edging. You lifted your legs up and held them with both of your hands, dumbly following whatever he says because you were too absorbed by your own pleasure.
He licked his lips, eyes dark as he watched your pussy spread and glistening for him. “Good girl, so smart and obedient.” he praises and pushes his cock inside you. "Daddy taught you well, huh?" Your eyes rolled back, the sound of slick and his harsh thrust making you wetter.
“Keep holding your legs while I fuck you.” Jungkook said when he noticed your arms were almost falling. You tried your best to hold your legs. Using his other hand, he opened your pussy lips while he circled your clit with his thumb.
You cried when you felt your orgasm coming. “Jungkook, I-I’m gonna c-cum!” you whimpered, your body trembling uncontrollably as his thrusts became sloppy, his own need evident. He wrapped a firm hand around your neck.
“Yeah? Come for daddy.” he whispered. With his permission, your body convulsed, shaking violently as waves of pleasure overtook you. Your wet walls clenched around him, and he groaned at the sensation.
“Play with your clit.” he panted, eyes dark with desire.
“I… I c-can’t anymore-” you sobbed, oversensitivity making it almost unbearable. You were still calming down from your own high.
“Just one more, baby… cum again for daddy.” he urged, thrusting deep and hard, filling you with every inch of him. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you fought against the intense pleasure, your hands painfully circling on your swollen clit. Jungkook’s tongue found your tears, licking it lewdly- your body shuddered uncontrollably.
“Come on, make daddy proud, yeah?” he whispered, voice low and rough. You gave in, shivering as another orgasm ripped through you.
Jungkook groaned, chasing your release, cumming hard inside you. His cock twitched, filling you with his hot cum, painting you with every stroke.
When he finally pulled out, your body ached, drenched in your slick and his cum. He leaned down, eyes softening as he gazed at your trembling pussy. “So pretty, you did so good.” he whispered as he leaned down, pressing his tongue flat against your soaked pussy, gathering every drop like he was addicted to it. “Mhmm, Kookie.” you mumbled weakly, your body so tired you could drift off to sleep.
“You did so well for me.” he murmured, his praise warm and lingering as he pulled you close, holding you with unexpected gentleness.
He kissed your cheek softly, his voice no longer dark but tender again. “Sleepy, baby?”
You nodded weakly, offering him a small, content smile as you wrapped your arms around him. He tucked you against his chest, whispering sweet nothings into your hair.
He told you he wasn’t mad about you staying up. Told you to sleep earlier next time. Promised to make you breakfast in the morning. He pressed soft kisses over the marks he left—hickeys blooming on your skin, faint bruises from his tight grip—murmuring quiet apologies for keeping you up all night.
And then, softer than anything else—
“I love you.”
Dominance faded back into devotion, just like it always did.
annaxmalina
dailybridgerton
romaincrisis
dededos
vaporwave
turnnoffyourmind