thinking about bf!jisung who’s such a whiny, desperate mess for you, he literally can’t shut the fuck up no matter what you do to him. whether you’re pressed into his lap or have him sprawled beneath you, his head tilted back against the pillow, all jisung knows how to do is beg— loud, needy, pathetic, like he’s never wanted anything more than your pussy wrapped snugly around his cock.
like now.
he’s trembling under you, his hands gripping tight at your waist as you hover over his lap, his fat tip rubbing up against your slick folds but never pushing in. his precum smears over your entrance, catching with every slow roll of your hips, every teasing move you make just to watch him squirm.
“fuck- fuck no, please, baby,” jisung stutters, his words falling apart as his hips buck up on their own, only for you to grab him and shove him back down. “stop- fuck, stop teasing me, c’mon, oh my god—”
he’s so messy, completely unraveling just from the way your warm, wet entrance flutters each time you let him feel you drag along his cock. big hands dig into your hips, his knuckles white as his voice wavers again. “i’ll do anything- please just sit on it, please- need you so bad—”
and when you catch his face in one hand, squishing his flushed cheeks together before leaning down to spit into his open, trembling mouth? he nearly loses his fucking mind.
his cock twitches violently as his jaw falls open wider, his whole body jolting like a shock’s just been sent through him. “holy fuck,” he pants shakily as you smirk, your thumb brushing over the sheen of spit on his lips. “oh fuck, m gonna fuckin’ cum if you- shit, you gotta—”
“pathetic,” you hum sweetly, grinding yourself just a little harder onto his lap. “you gonna cum just from me teasing you, sungie? thought you wanted me to ride you, baby.”
he lets out this broken, choked sound, muscles tensing under you again as he full-on whines, his pretty lashes damp with the beginnings of frustrated tears as he lifts his head to meet your gaze.
“please,” he croaks, his cock leaking worse now, twitchy and wet against your folds. “p-please, baby, ride me. let me cum in you- fuck, just use me, i don’t care—”
you grin, finally sliding the tip past your entrance. all it takes is that first stretch around him, and jisung’s already gone, sobbing about how perfect you feel as you start to sink down fully on his cock <3
it’s 3 am, i wrote ts in under 20 mins bc i’m bored and extremely horny so gimme a break >~<
𝟅ϱ sum. nerd caleb fucks you before your date! cw : mdni, p in v, friends w/ benefits, brēeding kink, orgāsm denial, bitter caleb.
“ soooo… heard ya got a date today.” truthfully, you should’ve known caleb was beyond fuming when he suddenly brought up your plans that you didn’t even mention to him, mind you. but being optimistic, you brushed past it.
i mean, you and caleb are only friends… with benefits. it’s been over a year since you’ve been banging the tall nerd who sits next to you in your biology classes, wearing glasses that fit his features oh so well, while flaunting his airplane themed book bag and keychains, including matching boxers. your relationship hadn’t progressed like those relationships in soap dramas that you’ve seen on tv. not a scene where you both confess to each other about your mutual feelings under the raining sky.
so, there’s nothing wrong with accepting a future date with the coffee shop employee that you visit almost daily, right?
wrong.
“ f-fuck! how did you even find out?” you grumble from beneath him, body situated at the edge of the bed as your legs are sprawled wide to accommodate his hips, driving himself deep into your weeping cunt with reckless abandon. you are still wearing the outfit you had planned earlier, your pants bunched down to the back of your knees while your shirt is shoved above your bouncing boobs— you barely got to apply your eyeliner when he unceremoniously burst through your door and made himself home in your dripping pussy.
“ not that it matters, but i saw your insta story. rookie mistake, don’t’cha think?” he grunts through gritted teeth. if you weren’t close to caleb, you would think that he’s unbothered, based on his tone and words. but now you’ve spent the year with him, fucking around and not; you know that he really is pissed. the brutal pace that he sets and the fact that he brought up the topic while balls deep inside of you are easy warning signs. “ not to… yuck your yum, or whatnot, but really? a coffee shop employee? you couldn’t do any better, girl?”
you could laugh at the bitterness in his tone. truly, if you weren’t getting fucked into the mattress, you would’ve.
“ can you really judge anyone while wearing pokémon boxers?” you bite back, which turns into a shuddering whimper as the curious rounded tip of his cock thrusts into your sweet spot, with full speed and velocity. his fingertips press down on your waist, grip bordering on bruising and painfully while his kiss-plumped lips focus on painting marks that scream his name, marks that will let anyone know that you are unspokenly his. “ caaaaleb, jus’ like that! s-so good.”
“ h-hah, only you can moan my name so sweetly while getting ready to entertain another man,” he murmurs against your warm skin. the thrusts that he delivers to your willing body have your toes curling, eyes rolling, and mouth watering as he abuses your sensitive cervix, which creates a creamy white ring combined with your shared arousal. “ does he know that his innocent date is currently creaming and crying on my dick? while singing praises ‘bout how i fuck her so good, what a heartbreaker…”
distantly, amidst the noises of grunts and the bed creaking, your phone rings to life with the alarm you set to time yourself brightening the screen.
“ caleb… ‘m gonna be late.”
“ girl… you're still worried about him.” contradicting your earlier words, your worries are soon forgotten as he positions your bound knees to your chest to explore your quivering heat even deeper. your back arches off the soft bed, nails digging into the wrinkled sheets for purchase you cannot regain as he fucks into you crazy style. “ guess i have to speed up the process, so you can go bat your eyes at your boy toy.”
the air you share with him is charged, filling the pending silence with gasps, praises of lust and hidden hurt. caleb’s hips grow frenzied; the velocity knocks all air from your lungs as he ignores everything around him to bring his release faster. you hear him cum before you feel it— sounds stupid, but it’s true. his breath hitches in his throat, purple eyes squeezing shut as he dumps his heavy cum into your fluttering walls.
he doesn’t pull out, not until you’re stuffed and most of his fluid hits the dorm floor, his unspoken payback for whenever you come back tonight.
then… he pulls out. his softened cock unplugs itself from your worn body as he fixes his attire, before sliding your shirt down to cover your chest and your pants up to cover your lower half.
“ wha… caleb! where are you going? i didn’t get to cum yet!”
“ nahhh, don’t you have a date to get ready for? and you still want me to make you cum… how greedy.” he walks over to your door to let himself out, not before throwing a shit-eating grin over his broad shoulder. “ same time tomorrow?”
summary: Jungkook knows he has no right to you anymore, not after your breakup— but that doesn’t stop him from losing control when he finds out about you and Taehyung. Soon after he’s confronting you in a janitor’s closet and showing you how you’ll never find someone better than him.
genre/warning: a little plot but mostly smut. / dirty talk. degradation (slut-shaming). dry-humping. clit-slapping. blowjob. throat-fucking. oral sex (fem! receiving- you know me guys). rough sex. penetration. creampie.
authors note: yes it’s me high again. let me do my thing and get ur panties ready this is a long one. — i’ll edit this later!!
— this can be read on its own but for more context: sugar talking (first part).
Jungkook knew something was wrong before he even understood what it was.
It sat somewhere under his ribs, dull and persistent, like a bruise he kept pressing without meaning to. The bar was too loud, full of overlapping voices, clinking glasses, bursts of laughter that came too easily for a random Thursday night. Someone had opened it that night, a friend of a friend, which meant half the room was familiar faces and the other half pretending to be. Jungkook stood in the middle of it, drink in hand, nodding along to a conversation he hadn’t been listening to for the past ten minutes.
He laughed when they laughed. Said “yeah” at the right time. Took a sip when there was a pause. But his mind was somewhere else entirely.
On you.
On his phone. On the last message he had sent that still sat there, unanswered.
He shifted his weight, pulling his phone out again without thinking, thumb already unlocking it like muscle memory. The screen lit up, and there it was… your chat, pinned, untouched, still with that stupid nickname he reserved only for you. His last message from earlier that afternoon:
Are you going tonight?
Delivered.
His jaw tightened slightly. It was stupid. Such a small thing. You were probably busy, or you hadn’t seen it, or you were ignoring him on purpose— which, honestly, would have made sense too. A lot of more sense than you actually replying. He exhaled through his nose, locking the phone again a second later, slipping it back into his pocket like it burned him.
“…and then he just left, like actually left, didn’t even say goodbye—”
Jungkook blinked, dragged back into the conversation mid-sentence. “What?”
His friend snorted. “You weren’t even here, man.”
“I was,” Jungkook said automatically, lifting his drink slightly. “Just tired.”
“Sure,” another one chimed in, eyeing him. “Or thinking about her.”
The word landed heavier than it should have.
Jungkook didn’t react immediately, just took another sip, slower this time. “Don’t start.”
“I’m just saying,” the first guy shrugged, leaning back against the bar. “You two were… you know.”
“Yeah,” someone else added, “everyone thought you’d last longer.”
Jungkook let out a quiet, humorless laugh. “Good to know everyone had bets on it.”
There was a brief pause, the kind that filled with things people didn’t say out loud.
It had been a stupid fight. That was the worst part. Not something explosive, not cheating or lying or anything dramatic enough to justify how final it felt now. Just time. Or the lack of it. Work piling up, schedules not matching, you getting tired of asking for space in his life that should have already been yours.
You had argued about it before. Multiple times.
And every time, Jungkook had said the same thing: it’ll get better. I’ll make more time.
It didn’t. He didn’t.
And now you weren’t answering his texts. Which— fine. Okay. He got it. You were mad. You had every right to be. But there was something about the silence that felt… different that time. Not angry. Not temporary but final.
Final. That thought made something twist uncomfortably in his chest.
“Speak of the devil,” someone muttered.
Jungkook’s head lifted before he could stop himself. “What?”
His friend tilted his chin slightly toward the other side of the bar. “She’s here.”
For a second, Jungkook didn’t move. Then he turned. And there you were.
Across the room, near one of the high tables, surrounded by people he vaguely recognized. You were laughing at something someone said, head tilted back slightly, hair falling over your shoulder in a way he knew too well. There was a drink in your hand, your posture loose, comfortable, confidence that you always carry so well.
Like nothing was wrong. Like nothing had ended. Like you weren’t as hurt as he was.
Jungkook’s fingers tightened subtly around his glass.
“Not surprising,” one of his friends said. “She’s still friends with Sooka, right?” he was the one opening the bar.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Figures.”
Jungkook hummed faintly, but he wasn’t really hearing them anymore.
He was watching you, trying to figure something out he couldn’t quite name. You looked the same. Exactly the same. And somehow… not.
“Yo, Jungkook—”
He didn’t respond.
“—hey, are you even—”
“What?” he snapped, a little sharper than intended, dragging his gaze back to them.
His friend raised his hands slightly. “Relax. I was just asking if you wanted another drink.”
“I’m good.”
“You sure? You look like you need one.”
Jungkook almost said something back, but another voice cut in, lighter, distracted.
“Guys did you see the videos from last week?”
“What videos?”
“The party. Someone posted a bunch, they even got Kyung taking his shirt off.”
That caught Jungkook’s attention just enough.
“What party?” someone asked.
“Last Friday. The one at Minho’s place.”
“Oh, that one. Yeah, I heard it got messy.”
“It did,” the guy grinned, already pulling his phone out. “Look at this…”
He turned the screen around, and a small group leaned in. Jungkook didn’t, not at first. He was still half-looking across the room, still aware of where you were, what you were doing.
But then the phone got shoved closer to him.
“Look, look— this part…”
Jungkook sighed quietly, glancing down more out of obligation than interest. He had been at the party for ten minutes, when he didn’t find you he just left with Taehyung who had been eager to go back home and leaving the place.
The video was exactly what he expected. Loud music, shaky camera, people dancing too close, laughing too hard. His friend taking his shirt off and making a fool of himself once again. Nothing important. Nothing he cared about. He was about to look away— and then he didn’t.
Because something in the background shifted.
Not the focus of the video. Not what the person filming intended. But a person he immediately recognized there. A person he could recognize in any place, in any clothes, in any setting.
You.
… And Taehyung.
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed slightly, his attention snapping into place without warning.
The video kept playing, but he wasn’t watching anything else anymore. You were standing near the edge of the frame, half-obscured by other people, talking. Close. Too close for his liking, maybe. Taehyung leaned in in the counter and closer to you to say something, and you laughed… head dipping, shoulder brushing his.
A reaction he knew too well.
I was small, it was nothing. It shouldn’t have meant anything. But it did. Because he could recognize when you weren’t just talking to someone but entertaining them.
Jungkook straightened slightly. “Wait.”
“Hm?”
“Go back.”
His friend paused, confused. “What?”
“Go back,” Jungkook repeated, more focused now.
The guy rewound a few seconds. “This part?”
“Yeah.”
They watched it again.
This time Jungkook didn’t miss anything. The way Taehyung’s body angled toward you. The way you didn’t pull away. The ease of you entertaining his friend, flirting.
Jungkook’s jaw tightened.
“Oh, is that Taehyung?” someone shrugged. “He was at the party too, right? Didn’t he leave early?.”
Jungkook didn’t answer.
Because he knew that wasn’t entirely a lie. He left early, but he had arrived there early too.
“Show me more,” he said suddenly.
“What?”
“More videos. From that night.”
His friend frowned slightly. “Why?”
“Just show me.”
There was a brief hesitation, then a shrug. “Okay… I think there’s more on Kyung’s page. You know how he likes to post every party event.”
Jungkook didn’t wait. He was already pulling his own phone out, already opening the app, searching. The account came up quickly. Posts and highlights from every party his friend went to, even reposts, from last week, from different nights.
He scrolled. One story. Another. Nothing. Just crowds, drinks, music. His thumb moved faster. Scroll. Scroll. Scroll—
There.
Videos posted the weekend before. Same place. Same lighting. He started watching it like he was a damn FBI agent looking for the most wanted criminal. Video after video and for a second it was nothing again— just people dancing, laughing, moving through the frame.
Then the camera shifted slightly to the last post, someone was talking about their favourite alcohol drinks like an influencer. And in the background—
Taehyung.
Pushing someone out of the bathroom where you were standing inside.
Jungkook’s breath caught, just barely.
The movement was quick, almost easy to miss if you weren’t looking for it. A hand on a shoulder, a shove, a door opening. The guy stumbled out, clearly confused, saying something the video didn’t catch. And then Taehyung stepped inside, the door closing behind him with intention.
Jungkook didn’t move. He didn’t even blink. The video kept playing, but it didn’t matter anymore. Because suddenly, everything connected in a way that made his stomach drop.
You.
The first video. The way you had looked that night. The silence afterwards. Taehyung acting weird lately. The bathroom.
His grip tightened around his phone.
“What’s up?,” someone muttered beside him, noticing over his shoulder. “Did you find something…?”
Jungkook didn’t answer.
Because he did. The thought was already there, fully formed, sharp and ugly and impossible to ignore. Something had happened. And it wasn’t just with anyone. It was him, one of his best friends.
Slowly, almost mechanically, Jungkook lifted his head. Looked across the bar again and found you immediately. But this time you weren’t alone. You were standing close to Taehyung. Talking like nothing had ever happened, or like everything already had.
Anger started growing in his veins.
Jungkook couldn’t stop looking at you two.
It was worse now that he knew— or thought he knew. Before, there had been doubt, something he could twist into something else, something harmless. A coincidence, a bad angle. A misunderstanding. Now there was none of that.
Now there was just the image burned into his head. Taehyung’s hand on that door, the way he had stepped inside like he belonged there. Like he had a reason to be in a room with you.
Like you were already waiting for him.
Jungkook’s jaw clenched so hard it started to ache, but he barely noticed. His grip around his phone tightened until his knuckles went pale, the edges digging into his palm. Across the bar, you were still there. Still grinning. Still leaning slightly toward Taehyung like nothing in the world had shifted.
Like you hadn’t just—
His stomach turned, something sharp and ugly twisting inside him.
Of course Taehyung had tried something. Jungkook wasn’t stupid. He had known for a long time. The way Taehyung looked at you sometimes… too long, too interested, too aware. The jokes that leaned a little too close to flirting. The way he always somehow ended up near you in group settings.
Jungkook had noticed.
He just hadn’t thought— No. That wasn’t true. He had thought about it. He just hadn’t believed you would ever give in.
And that… that was the part that made his chest feel tight now. Not that Taehyung wanted you. That was expected. It was that you might have wanted him back. That you might have let him have you the way he once did. That you had broken up with Jungkook and, instead of missing him, instead of needing space or time or anything he had convinced himself you needed—
You had gone to Taehyung.
His best friend.
Jungkook let out a quiet, sharp breath, dragging a hand down his face. This was insane. It could still be nothing. It could still—
He looked back up.
And saw the way Taehyung leaned closer to you again. Saw the way you didn’t move away like usually did. The way you were still there, still talking to him.
That was it.
Something snapped clean in his chest.
He was moving before he fully registered it, pushing himself off the bar, barely hearing someone call his name behind him. His steps were quick, direct, cutting through the crowd without hesitation, his focus locked on one thing only.
On you.
On him.
You noticed him too late.
By the time your eyes flicked up and met his, he was already there, already too close, already reaching for you. His hand closed around your arm, firm, unyielding, fingers digging in just enough to make a point.
“Jungkook— what—”
“Shut up.”
It wasn’t a request.
“What the fuck—?”
Over his shoulder, his eyes flicked back briefly, locking with Taehyung’s for half a second. There was no confusion there. No question. Just something dark and warning.
“We’ll talk later,” Jungkook said, voice low but sharp enough to cut through.
You barely had time to react before he was pulling you away, out of the conversation, out of Taehyung’s reach, through the crowd toward the back hallway. The music got muffled the further you went, replaced by the dull echo of footsteps and your voice trying to keep up with him.
“Jungkook, what the hell— let go!—”
He didn’t. Didn’t even slow down.
Then he was turning away again, pulling you the rest of the way down the hall until he found the first door, shoving it open without checking and dragging you inside.
It was small. Bare. Some kind of storage office, maybe for cleaning supplies. A desk shoved in the middle of the place, a chair in a corner, shelves with random things stacked unevenly.
The door slammed shut behind you.
And suddenly it was quiet. The music barely making it inside.
Jungkook let go of your arm, but only because he needed the space, needed a second to breathe before he did something worse. His chest was rising and falling too fast, his hands flexing at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them.
You were already moving. “Are you insane?” you snapped, turning toward the door. “What is wrong with you—”
“Did you fuck him?”
The words cut through the room so fast they almost didn’t register. You froze immediately. Actually froze. Your hand paused on the handle, your whole body going still for just a second too long.
And that was enough.
Jungkook laughed, but there was nothing amused about it. It came out sharp, disbelieving, almost breathless. “Wow.”
You turned back slowly. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” he shot back immediately, stepping closer. “Don’t ask? Don’t notice? Don’t put two fucking things together?”
“You don’t get to come in here and—”
“Did you?” he cut you off again, louder this time, the restraint slipping. “It’s a simple question.”
“Do you think I would fuck—?”
“You better not fucking lie to me,” his voice was demanding, rough. Scary.
There was a silence. Your jaw tightened. “It’s none of your business if I did.”
That answer hit worse than anything else.
Jungkook’s expression shifted, something darker settling in. “None of my—” he repeated, shaking his head slightly like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Right. Yeah. Of course.”
You crossed your arms, defensive now, already pulling away from the conversation. “We broke up, Jungkook.”
“Yeah,” he snapped. “I’m aware.”
“So what I do— who I see—”
“Who you see?” he laughed again, sharper this time. “You’re seeing him now? Is this a fucking joke?”
“I’m not seeing him and I didn’t—” You took a step toward the door again. “I’m not doing this with you. We’re done.”
He moved faster, hand slamming hard against the door before you could reach it, blocking your way completely. The sound echoed in the small room, making you flinch just slightly.
“Yes, you are.”
“Move.”
“No.”
“Jungkook—”
“Answer me.”
Your eyes flashed. “You don’t even fucking care. If this is an ego thing then no— I didn’t fuck him.”
That made him pause. Just for a second.
Because the answer was right there, sitting in his chest, heavy and undeniable and humiliating in a way he didn’t want to put into words. Because it shouldn’t matter. Even if it was an ego thing it shouldn’t matter. Because you weren’t his anymore. Because he had lost that right.
And still—
“I care,” he said, voice lower now, rougher, “and not because an ego thing.” You didn’t say anything. And that silence stretched. “You could’ve picked anyone,” he went on, stepping closer again, his voice tightening with every word. “Anyone. And you go for him?”
“I didn’t ‘go for’ anyone—”
“Don’t lie to me,” he snapped. “I saw the videos.”
“Videos?,” you snorted, humourless. “What— me and him fucking?.”
“No, you and him in that fucking party last week.” That made your expression flicker. Small. Quick, but he caught it. You didn’t say anything snarky. “Yeah,” he said, nodding slowly. “That’s what I thought.”
You exhaled sharply, frustration bleeding through now. “It was a party, Jungkook. People talk, people drink—”
“People don’t end up in bathrooms together for no reason.”
The words landed hard.
Your lips parted slightly, but nothing came out.
Jungkook stepped even closer, until there was barely any space left between you, his voice dropping into something quieter, more dangerous.
“Was he better than me?”
Your head snapped up. “What?”
“Was he better,” he repeated, slower this time, like he wanted you to hear every word, “or were you just that desperate to get over me?”
“Fuck you,” you shot back immediately, shoving at his chest. “You don’t get to say that—”
He caught your wrist before you could pull away, grip tight, not letting you go this time.
“Then what was it?” he demanded. “What— one week and you’re already— what? Letting someone else touch you? Spreading your legs for my best friend—”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Why?” he pushed. “Does it make it more real if we say it out loud?”
“Jungkook, stop—”
That did it.
Something in your expression shifted, anger breaking through whatever restraint you had left. “You don’t get to do this,” you said, voice shaking now, louder. “You don’t get to act like you care after everything.”
“I do care—”
“Then where were you?” you shot back. “Where were you when I was asking for time? When I was asking for you to show up? You didn’t care then you don’t care now. You just don’t want me to move on.”
“That’s not—”
“You don’t get to ignore me for months and then suddenly decide you’re entitled to know who I’m with.”
The words hit. Hard.
Jungkook’s grip on your wrist tightened slightly, his jaw clenching again. “So this is what this is?” he said, quieter now, but no less intense. “You’re proving a point?”
“No,” you snapped. “I’m not proving anything to you because I don’t give a fuck about you anymore. We’re done.”
The words landed between you like something solid. Heavy. Final.
Jungkook stared at you for a second, something flickering across his face, anger, disbelief, something else underneath it that he didn’t let fully surface.
“Right,” he said finally, voice flat. “And now you’ll go to him?.”
You didn’t answer. And that silence—
It drove him insane.
“Say it,” he pushed, stepping closer again, backing you up until your shoulders brushed the wall. “Say it and I’ll drop it.”
“I don’t owe you—”
“Say it. Say that you’ll go to him. Say you don’t want me anymore.”
Your breathing hitched slightly, your back pressing harder against the wall as he closed the distance completely, his presence overwhelming in the small space.
“Jungkook—”
“Say it,” he repeated, softer this time, but somehow worse. “Tell me you want him.”
You swallowed. Your eyes flickered to his mouth for half a second— barely noticeable. But he saw it.
And that was it.
That was all it took, something in him snapped completely. His hand came up to your jaw, rough, not gentle, tilting your face up toward his as he leaned in, the last inch of space disappearing in a second.
And when he kissed you.
It wasn’t soft, it wasn’t hesitant. It was angry, desperate, messy in a way that felt like he had been holding it in for too long and didn’t know how to do it any other way anymore.
Jungkook’s lips smashed against yours like he’d been starving for it, like he couldn’t breathe without tasting you. His hands were everywhere— grabbing your waist, sliding up your back, threading through your hair— claiming, desperate, unrelenting.
Every thought he had was sharp and brutal: the thought of you with someone else, Taehyung’s stupid smug grin, the way he got to touch you, the way he got to hear your sweet sounds. The way he probably got to taste you and kiss you like that… it made him furious, desperate.
He pressed closer, chest against yours, like if he didn’t physically own you, he’d lose you entirely.
When he pulled back just slightly, just enough to see your face, his eyes were wild, dark with jealousy. “Was he better than me?” His voice was low, tight with anger, but trembling under the weight of his desire.
You froze. You opened your mouth, closed it, said nothing, tried to pull back. But he roughly grabbed your jaw with his fingers, making you pout slightly and tilting your head toward him, forcing your eyes to meet his. “Answer me,” he snapped, desperation sharpening his tone. “Was he better?”
Your silence was fuel to him, making something in his chest twist, making him kiss you harder, more urgently, as if trying to erase every trace of that possibility. He pressed his forehead to yours, breathing fast, whispering against your lips, “I’ll fucking show you… I’ll show you exactly who’s better.”
“Don’t— ”
“Now you talk?” He shook his head angrily. “You better keep your fucking mouth shut if you’re not answering right.”
Jungkook didn’t let you protest, kissing you hardly again.
He knew two things now: 1. He was going to fuck you senseless, and 2. He was going to kill Kim Taehyung after he was done with you.
His hands didn’t stop, roaming possessively, memorizing your body the way his mind wouldn’t let him forget. He kissed you like he was claiming you, like the second he let go, you might disappear into someone else’s arms forever. Every push, every pull, every heated second was coated with the anger, obsession, and need he couldn’t control. He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t kind. He wasn’t thinking. He was Jungkook— possessive, furious, and completely undone by the idea that you weren’t his anymore.
No, no— you were. You were his.
He was going to show you— he was going to remind you.
You were still his. Jungkook was going to erase every trace of him.
Even as your lips parted and you tried to get words out, he silenced you with another sharp, hungry kiss, letting his hands and body speak for the fury he couldn’t contain. His mind spun with every memory, every image of you with anyone else, twisting into one single, obsessive thought: you’re mine, and I’ll make sure you never forget it.
“Get on your knees.”
It wasn’t a request. Jungkook’s voice was hard and rough, he was commanding you to do what he told you. You still opened your mouth to say something but he immediately pushed you down. His hand on your shoulder making you crunch down until you were on your knees.
“It wasn’t a fucking question.”
You’ve never seen Jungkook angry like that and somehow it just made your body vibrate with anticipation.
You were on your knees in the middle of a dark janitor’s closet, in a new bar, wood floor rough against your bare skin, heart hammering so loud you swore it echoed. Jungkook’s eyes glanced down at you. Dark and hard. His gaze moving at your glossy wet lips, and he had to stop himself to kiss you again by putting his thumb against your lips instead.
“Open,” you did. And he forced his thumb in. You gripped his forearm, and he forced himself forward, pressing his thumb down on your tongue so you would suck a it, almost making you gag. “Yeah? Miss having a real dick?. Couldn’t even spent a month without having to look for it?”
He pushed his thumb out of your mouth, his hands going straight to unbuckle his jeans. You looked up as he started pumping himself in his clothes, getting harder at the sight of you.
“I didn’t,” you said to him.
Jungkook started breathing harder. Hope growing in his chest. “You didn’t fuck him?.”
“No, I did. I just didn’t have to look for it. Taehyung find me.”
You did fuck him.
Jungkook was definitely going to kill him.
And he was going to make you choke on it.
Jungkook’s jaw tightened. His gaze darker than before. He was so horny and so angry it was going in pair. He moved his underwear down, his cock immediately jumping out to hit his abs. He looked so delicious like that, ready to make you do whatever he wanted to. Ready to make you regret even thinking about other man that wasn’t him. He could imagine you kneeling like that for Taehyung and that thought only made him want to go harder on you.
“You know what I didn’t miss? That fucking smart mouth.” His thumb stroked your cheek, almost tender, before he guided your head forward. “Open wide. Gonna remind you how to take a real man.”
He didn’t wait, didn’t prepare himself. He just wanted to make you feel him. He just wanted to be close to you in any way, remind you he could still make his way into you.
His fingers pressed hard in your cheeks, making you open your mouth and he slide in slow, letting you feel every inch stretching your jaw. The head popped past your lips with a wet sound, thick and hot on your tongue. You tasted skin and salt and him, his veins dragging along the flat of your tongue as he pushed deeper, inch by inch disappearing into the wet heat of your mouth.
He let your cheeks go. You whined around him, the sound muffled and pathetic, and it made him groan. His hips finally rolled forward, shallow at first, feeding you more until the head nudged the back of your throat. Your eyes watered instantly, lashes clumping, but you didn’t push him away. You just blink up at him, tears spilling, remembering how it felt to take him.
“Yeah, just like that.” Jungkook nodded slowly, his fingers sinking into your hair. “Gonna use what is mine.”
He started fucking your mouth in earnest then. First slow, controlled strokes that let you feel every ridge, every vein sliding over your tongue. Your hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into the expensive fabric of his jeans that were in the middle of his thighs, trying to steady yourself while he used your throat like it was his.
But eve when he was fucking your throat Jungkook couldn’t forget that you were like this with another man. That you decided to do this with someone else.
It fucked him up the fact that you were actually moving on, able to fuck another person without feeling like you were betraying him. It pissed him off that he couldn’t stop thinking about you. That he couldn’t ever stop thinking about you. Even if he was angry, even if you were to fuck someone else tomorrow. He would stuffed your throat and fuck you senseless until you understood that no one could ever compare to him. He would be behind you, reminding you that every day if he had to.
He wondered if you even knew what it felt like to be this crazy over someone. He wasn’t even able to phantom another person doing that for you— you wouldn’t have enough room in your mind to think about him if that were the case, right?.
Jungkook pulled away from you. You coughed slightly, eyes with tears. He didn’t even spare you a second gaze before taking a seat in the old chair next to the wall, spreading his legs.
“Come here. Wanna see you crawl.”
You shouldn’t.
Jungkook didn’t know if you were asking for forgiveness, you don’t seem like it. You actually dosing even look guilty for fucking Taehyung so he didn’t know why you still played with him. Crawling back to him like you were still his. But he took it. He’ll take whatever you want from him, even if it was playing a part to get you off.
“Kook—”
“You know what I like.”
You positioned yourself between his legs. Your hand moved the base of his cock, squeezing it slightly. Jungkook didn’t move, watching you with boredom. You looked down at him. His veins bulged under the skin, thick and ridged, pulsing when you gave another tentative squeeze. One fat vein snaked right along the underside, throbbing harder every time your thumb brushed over it.
“You can do better,” Jungkook muttered, voice low and strained, one big hand cupping the back of your head.
He was looking so composed except for the way his cock twitched in your grip and the bead of precum already leaking from the slit.
You stick out your tongue, slowly licking from the base to the head of his cock. Jungkook’s nails gripped the chair hard. Your lips kissed his mushroom tip and he was done. He’s sure that he will kill anyone who ever thinks has the right to touch you ever again.
You licked the head over and over like it was some damn popsicle. Jungkook let out a low sigh deep inside his chest. His hips rising, spreading his legs further for you, hand gently caressing your head.
“Take me inside your mouth,” his quiet command had your eyes fluttering up at him. He wanted to kiss you so bad but he knew you didn’t deserve it. Looking all dolled up, with runny mascara from your tears, and flushed cheeks from your nasty doing. Did you dress like that for Taehyung? Did you think you were going to end up fucking him tonight?. “Open wide— yes, yea’ just like that—“ Jungkook groaned watching you suck his fat tip into your mouth, tongue circling his slit.
“I can—”
“Shut up,” he roughly guided you down again. “Shut the fuck up and take sum’ore, nghh—“ His hand pushed his loose strands back, playing with his lip piercing to prevent the noises threatening to come out. “Fuck,” his back arched slightly, head thrown back as he gripped the hair. “Yeah, meant to be like this. On your knees just for me— ngh, shit. You piss me off so bad. Did he— did he get you like this too?.”
“He didn’t,” you finally responded, innocently glancing up at him like you weren’t smothering his cock like it was your favourite dessert and you weren’t talking about how his best friend fucked you.
Weirdly, that statement made Jungkook feel better.
“Good. That pretty mouth is only mine.” You kissed again his oozing tip before swallowing him. “That’s right, fuckin’ mine. Takin’ me, just me— Say it.” He grabbed your hair, pulling you away to make you look at him without his cock in your mouth. “Say you’re mine.”
“Make me,” you breathed out before sticking your tongue again, licking his tip.
Jungkook clenched his teeth, “you fuckin’ whore,” his abs tensed even more as you picked up the pace, gagging occasionally, but still stroking his base at the same speed. His eyes struggled to stay open, the pleasure making his mind foggy as you choked more of his cock into your tight hot mouth. “Only mine, mine. Get it in your fucking head— shit, shit, f-fuck,” Jungkook stammered, jaw loosening as his abs flexed. the sound alone had you choking a bit as a moan left your throat.
He tugged your head, a low grunt escaping from deep in his chest when you started whining.
“Gonna have your throat stuffed like this for weeks so you fucking understand who you belong to,” he bit his lip, slowly thrusting his hips into your mouth. You gagged even more but remained in the mission of sucking him dry, barely whining around him as you gripped his thighs. “Dumb girl.”
Another moan threatened to slip past his lips, he let it out. His other hand pressed a palm against your forehead, brushing your sweat with his thumb.
Your tongue swiped against that one vein that sent immediate jerks throughout his body. “Wait, wait— fuckin’ shit. Will come inside you not in your mouth.”
You pulled off, gasping for air. Jungkook’s head falling back slightly. You were so good for him. Once again, your tongue swiped against the sensitive vein. “The fuck did I tell you,” he pulled from your hair roughly to keep you away from his cock. You breathed heavily. Your cheeks flushed, mouth open and panting as sticky strings of spit and cum connected your bottom lip to his drooling tip.
Jungkook thought how you looked the prettiest like that.
He groaned when his tongue collided with yours, kissing you hard again. Hot and desperate and aching to be further inside you than he could get. Jungkook wanted you to choke on him, to feel and think nothing but him, and even that won’t be a tenth of how he feels for you. He wanted you to see it, to realize how bad you’ve got him.
But he also wanted to put in your place.
His mind couldn’t stop imagine scenarios where Taehyung was in his place. Touching you, feeling you, tasting you like that. It made his heart stopped, his veins getting warmer, his mind clouded in anger and desperation.
Jungkook pushed you to the desk, feet dragging the chair behind him. His hands moved your skirt to your hips and he quickly made you sit in the cold wood, opening your legs to discover what he missed the most. What was his, what he needed to remind who it belonged to. He put himself between your legs, panties already soaked. Even as your chest rose and fell, you held yourself up, letting him put your feet on the edge of the desk and spread your legs apart completely.
His cock, colored in a deeper shade of wisteria with protruding veins woven around, slid on the thin layer of your dampened panties. Your thighs were parted even more with his obstinate hands, having you in full view.
Your cotton panties were too wet, clinging on to you, even more so due to him caressing and pressing it on your skin with the help of his shaft to vividly showcase the lining of your cunt. A string of thick pre-cum on his slit, dispersed itself on the wetness of your panties. “hm, dripping for me already,” he uttered through clenched teeth, rubbing the underside of his length on to your clothed folds. “yeah, feel this huh? Fucking mine. She’s crying for me.”
“S’ good, Kook,” you whined.
“Yea?” You let out a visceral moan when his tip nudged your clit with a hard motion. His cockhead traced the outline of your cunt. “Bet he couldn’t make you feel like this, huh. Thinks he can get away with takin’ what’s mine— shit, gonna fucking murder that bastard.”
“F-fuck, fuck—”
His plump head rolled over your aching clothed bud. It was messy and sticky, Jungkook started scrawling out the letters of his name against and around your clit. Whispering with it too, “Mhm, keep making those pretty sounds for me. Look how wet and ready you are. Throbbing for me. I know how much you missed me.” He uttered, not talking to you but your pussy. “Miss you too, pretty” Jungkook gave your cunt a soft tap that left the air filled with a wet plop! “Never letting you go again. Gonna keep you busy and full all the time.”
Jungkook pulled away, falling to the chair. Rough palm caressing your thighs before he started biting them.
“Kook—”
“Next time you wanna open your legs for a dumb fucking loser you better think twice.” He said, eyes dark as he looked at your panties and your cute wet mound sticking to the material. His thumb stroking your inner thigh. “Will fuck this pussy again and again until you understand she’ll never not be mine.”
Jungkook easily hooked a finger and slid your panties to the side, leaning down, tongue sticking out as he licked a wet strip up your sweet cunt.
And before you could even properly moan he was wrapping his arms around your thighs, shoving his face even deeper making you jolt and whimper loudly.
Jungkook’s eyes rolled back. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of him enjoying that so much but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to show you why you would never get away from him, why he would never let you go. He didn’t want you to think about another man ever again, didn’t like the thought that he was so stupid to almost let you go. He didn’t like the fact that you were about to leave him. The fact that you got so close to move on from him that you let another man fucked you.
He hated it. He hated it so much.
His teeth bit down your clit softly, making you sob at the painfully delicious feeling. Your cunt was practically pouring with arousal as he shoved his lips back in. Jungkook can’t believe he spent weeks without putting his mouth between your legs. He should’ve thrown you in a private place and fuck you dumb before. He shouldn’t have let you walk away so easily.
He think how he’ll never do it again. He’ll never let you go like that. He’ll never let you even think about it.
The sweet taste of your juices had him moaning against you. He was about to pull away to fuck you properly but you didn’t let him. “S’ close— Kook, please,” your nails dug into the back of his neck, forcing him to continue eating you out.
If he wanted too, he could pull away easily but having you force his head between your thighs had him going feral, grateful you needed him that bad. He wanted so badly to make you go dumb, that the only thing you could think of was him and his touch. Him making you feel good, him touching you in the parts you needed him the most.
Jungkook dragged his tongue up slow circling your clit with the tip before sucking it into his mouth hard enough to made your back arch off the desk. You slapped a hand over your own mouth to muffle the whimper.
He licked you like he had been waiting to all day. Desperately and deep, tongue flattening, dragging, nosing up against your clit while his hands gripped your hips to keep you wide open and wobbling. He was not gentle. He was eating you to make a point, moaning into your cunt while your fingers claw his hair and your mouth opened around a sound you didn’t mean to make.
“Messy little whore,” he said looking at you, tongue dragging a slick stripe through your folds like he was eating his plate clean, “should make you say sorry with your legs open.”
He stopped.
You whined, so close to your release it made you almost cry in frustration, “no, no, no— please, kook—”
“Yea? Think begging will work now?” Jungkook stood up, messily cleaning your juice from his jaw and nose with his shirt before looking at you. “Say it.”
“W-what?” you frowned confused.
“Say you’r mine,” he said again. His hand move to your cunt, brushing his fingers against your clit.
“Kook,” you whined.
Jungkook lose his patience. Your sopping cunt continued to leak as he teased you more and more, and it’s the most satisfying sight in the world to see you shake with need beneath him. “What? you’re not mine now?. Wan’ me to fuck you now so then you’ll jump to the next guy who can fuck you open in whatever place you want, huh?” Your hole fluttered, practically begging him to put something inside, but he only dragged his finger up to your clit to tease you there too. “Fucking needy girl. Who else you wanna fuck? Another friend of mine?”
“Only you,” you finally said, hips rubbing in his long rough fingers looking for more. “Swear only you,” you admitted sweetly.
“I don’t believe you now.”
“Swear— I swear,” you nodded frivolously, voice broken. “Only yours, I’m only yours, baby.”
Baby.
You were a manipulative horny bitch.
Jungkook hated how much he could love you.
“Yea’ that’s right. Just mine.”
Before you knew it he’s putting you down the desk and turning you around. Then suddenly pressed you down until your chest was flush against the desk. Skirt rolled up to your hips, cheek pressed to the cold wood. He got rid of your panties really quickly, bringing them up to his nose to inhale your sweet juices. It made his cock harden even more, pre cum leaking.
His fingers quickly found his way to your hot cunt, fingering you really roughly, intensifying his thrusts to hear you yelp in pain under him.
“Need me to stretch out that tight hole, get you ready for a real cock,” he muttered. “Or not?. Maybe needy whores like you don’t need this, right? Should fucked you dry the moment I closed that door.”
It didn't take long for him to replace his fingers with his cock.
In one hard and fast motion he was inside you. Jungkook didn’t care whether you were struggling to take him right, didn’t care whether your sultry cunt was bulging with the size of him already. He only wanted to make you feel him, to make you suffer a little for all the shit you made him go through.
Jungkook slid his fat cock until it was barely in your cunt, mushroom tip caught by the suctioning ring of muscle inside of you. Then he bottomed out, fucking you a little faster.
“Mmh,” you whined. Eyes filling with tears by the way he was fucking you. “Jungkook—”
“Shut up and take it,” his thrusts were precise and sharp, big cock stretching out your cunt to his size. “Sweet pussy made for me. Wanted me to keep you like this, right?” He slammed harder into you. “Need to keep you like this so you won’t go spreading your legs to anyone who gives you a little bit of attention.”
“Nghh…” He hit one spot that made you sobbed hard. Jungkook smiled, hitting it again and again. “w-wait, wait—”
His cock was thick and hot, stretching you open with every slow, deliberate roll of his hips, and you were shaking underneath him, thighs trembling, breath hitching into little broken sobs. He continued fucking you so deep and hard it was making your legs shook in pleasure and back arched in need.
Too much, it was too much. You could feel the high building slowly in your tummy.
Your hand searched for his leg, your hips moving closer to the desk so you could pull away from him just for a second of how intense it was becoming everything.
Jungkook didn’t let you.
He grabbed your hand, pressing it to your back. His hand quickly moving your right leg on top of the desk so he could fuck you deeper. You cried out when he slammed harder into you. “Kook—”
“F-fuck, yes, yes,” he exhaled hard through his nose. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
His weight dropped, his chest pressing to you back to keep you in place. His hips snapped forward harder than before, burying every last inch so deep your eyes rolled and your mouth fell open on a silent scream.
“I’m not letting you go ever again,” he muttered, voice rougher now. “You’re gonna take it. Isn’t that what you wanted? I’ll keep you like this every fucking minute, so full of me you won’t be able to think about anyone else.”
“S’ too much, Jungkook.” You sobbed. “Please, p-please too much.”
He didn’t care. He just wanted to show you he can and will fuck you dumb. That he will make you like this everytime you think about leaving him ever again. Every time you think about the possibility of seeing another man.
Shit. That thought just pissed him off even more.
“Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, i’m y-yours.”
So dumb. You were getting so stupid for his cock it made his chest filled with pride.
Jungkook knew you could have anyone you wanted. He knew you could find an asshole who could treat you better and give you more time than his demanding career allowed him. But he was greedy, he didn’t want you to find someone else. Jungkook was better than any other guy anyway, he loved you more, he treat you nicely, he fucked you deeper, spread you wider on his fat cock. He was the only one for you.
But he needed you to think that too.
“Tell me you’re my girl,” his voice was softer this time, even if he was fucking you roughly. “Tell me that you love me.”
You obeyed, sputtering the words back as your cunt squished around him. Jungkook didn’t know if you were conscious enough to be aware of what were you saying or if you even meant it— but it was enough for him.
But then you said it.
“‘m sorry,” you whispered, rolling your hips to suck his cock deeper in your drooling cunt. Not becuase you felt like it but becuase you wanted to show him you could take him even in that dumb state, show him how good you were behaving for him
Jungkook let a long sigh, slowly feeling a little less angrier than before.
You were still his. He knew it.
“Fuck you,” he barked with not real hurt behind it “Knew you were trouble. Should’ve stayed away from you.”
“Nghh…” He rolled his hips. Grinding drag outward that emptied your head completely. Her felt that shift inside him, you felt the thick drag of his cock against your walls, and your cunt clenched greedily around him. “You’re mine too.”
“W-what?,” his hips stuttered.
“Y-you’re mine too.”
“Oh,” he said softly, like that answered something. “Greedy girl. Always want everything to be yours.”
“Kook,” you whined.
“There you go,” he murmured, starting to move faster again. Deep, rolling thrusts. perfect full thrusts, each one pushing the air out of you on the way in. You felt every vein, every inch, your slick making it obscenely loud in the small closet. “taking me s’ well, aren’t yeah?”
“Kook, say it,” you cried out again.
Jungkook didn’t want to. He didn’t want to give up so easily. He knew you knew he was head over heels for you. He knew you were just doing this to watch him become a pathetic man of himself for you. You knew he was yours, he was completely and ridiculously yours. He would cut his fingers and shot himself in the head if it wasn’t that way. But he hated how much power you had over him. Hated how you could make a mess out of him with some pretty words and those sweet eyes.
He hated you— No. He loved. He loved you so much it was pathetic.
Pathetic. So pathetic by the fact he was trying to show you he was better than his best find so you wouldn’t leave him.
One big hand slide up, covered your mouth completely. His palm warm, fingers splayed wide so your muffled whimpers vibrated right into his skin. He didn’t squeeze, didn’t hurt you— just hold you, kept every word and every needy little sound locked behind his hand while he started fucking you in long, punishing strokes.
Two fingers found your clit immediately: swollen, oversensitive, throbbing and he didn’t tease you, just rubbed firm, tight circles.
Your whole body jerked under him, back arching uselessly because there was nowhere to go. He was too heavy, too deep, too everywhere. Your cunt clamped down so hard he groaned, low and wrecked— and his rhythm stuttered for half a second before he fucked you even harder.
“Mmphmm.”
“Uh?,” Jungkook moaned in your ear. “Shit, takin’ me so well, pretty girl. Gonna fill you up. Make you full of myself.” He pressed a hand in your tummy, making you both feel how deep he was. “Gonna make you walk with my cum inside you every place we go— shit, yea. Like that? squeezing s’ tight.” Jungkook was gone, mumbling words he didn’t even realize he was saying. Your cunt feeling so good around him. “F-fuck, fuck… gonna keep this pussy full of my cum so when— when you open your legs for another man he’ll see who you fucking belong to.”
You could only sob into his hand, nodding frantically, thighs quivering, toes curling, whole body wound so tight you thought you might break.
You shattered so hard your vision whited out, back bowing, cunt spasming violently around his length while you screamed silently into his palm. He didn’t stop fucking you through it— kept that same brutal pace, drawing it out until you were limp and twitching and almost drooling against his hand.
His orgasm didn’t take too long to arrive after yours . He came hot inside your folds, thick ropes of cum all inside you. And it was so good that he could cry, filling you up, making you his again. He continued fucking you through his high, didn’t let any of his cum go to waste and fucked himself deep inside you.
His cock sore and softening inside you, cum dribbling onto your nub and painting your cunt with his load. It felt sticky and dirty. But it was his.
The overstimulation hit like a freight train and you were crying into his palm, tears slipping down your temples, thighs trying to snap shut but his weigh kept you spread wide.
Jungkook move his hand from your mouth to your jaw, still on top of you in that desk, he tilted your head to press his lips on yours. He kissed you deeper like it was all he was made to do. He was desperate to kept you there with him, to kept you in that moment forever.
“Mine,” he said one last time.
He rolled rolls his hips again, just once. slow and deep, making sure you felt every inch. Just to remind you who was in charge. To remind you he was yours too.
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As much as Jungkook loves to play soccer for the glory, he loves it best alone.
When the bleachers are empty and the field is wide and free—that’s when he feels the most love for his sport. To others, it comes off as lonely and sad but to him; it’s serenity. Sometimes, it’s the only place he feels like he can truly be himself. It’s a place where he doesn’t have to be anything to anyone. It’s a place where he can be lost and found at the same time. It’s also his go-to place when he can’t sleep. Jungkook hasn’t slept well in weeks. He figured it was time to be in his own space.
His haven.
His favourite part has got to be when he plays so hard that he doesn’t even notice the world is waking up. The moment Jungkook looks up and sees the sunrise—he always gets this feeling in the pit of his stomach. It’s an easiness that can’t be explained.
It’s an incredible relief.
When he sees the sun, he stops playing. He takes a break and sits down to watch the sun bloom on the horizon. There’s so much bliss in the stillness of the world. He feels so much clarity when it’s just him, the net, and the ball. It’s like nothing else matters and his mind can focus on one thing: winning.
Jungkook has only done these late-night sessions a handful of times in his life.
The first time was the day before Uni tryouts and he doubted his talent. Everyone kept telling him he had nothing to worry about, but that didn’t make him feel any better. To Jungkook, his luck was just like everybody’s. He was afraid of it not coming through when he needed it the most. Therefore, he worked his ass off regardless of his luck history.
Note: Jungkook was the first in his year to get in.
The second time was when he fucked up at a game and cost his team a minor setback. It wasn’t the end of the world—he just felt like shit.
The third time was the day he redeemed himself and scored the winning goal that got the team to championships. It was the best game he had in a while. It was also the first time felt tired of it. Tired of the game, tired of the play… Just tired.
The fourth time was when he decided to take a break from soccer and tend to his burnout… Eventually, he came back after a few months. Of course, he did. He loves soccer more than anything in the world…
That was until you.
He didn’t go back to the field and have a session to himself to celebrate. No, he celebrated with you instead. You didn’t know and he never told you… But that’s what he did. The first day he came back to soccer, he went to you right after. With you, he found rest.
That’s when he realized something…
He wasn’t tired anymore.
At least, whenever he was with you.
He wasn’t tired. That’s all he could really ask for, right? To fall in love with someone that was his safety net.
The fifth time would be today.
Jungkook has been out here since 3AM, kicking the ball and practicing drills. It upset him, to be honest. He thought being here would help ease his heart. Everything feels so clogged up and messy to him. It’s like no matter what he does to try to clean up his mess, everything stains. So, he thinks to himself that maybe if he ran enough laps or kicked the ball hard enough—it would stop.
The mess.
The yearning.
The loving.
But it doesn’t.
No, instead his heart continues to ache. As he clenches it every so often, he thinks of you. Then, for a second, his heart is still. In the stillness, he tries to think of good things around him.
At least the rain wasn’t pouring as hard as it was an hour ago.
At least the sun is coming up and it’s a new day.
At least you were here—
Wait.
You’re here?
Jungkook rubs his eyes. Partly due to disbelief and partly because the rain made it hard to see you clearly. Yet, somehow… In his heart, he knows it. He knows it’s you.
How’d you know where he was? More importantly, why are you here?
Why was his heart racing so fast again?
Be still.
He isn’t sure of what to do. Should he wave? Should he call your name? Are you here on accident?
Considering it’s almost 6AM… It can’t be an accident, right?
Just as much as Jungkook’s head begins to fill with questions, yours does too. As you walk closer and closer to him, you can’t help but only hear your heartbeat pound louder and louder. Is this normal? To feel like your heart could jump out of your chest if it meant getting to him faster? You let your mind spin.
Why the fuck are you here?
What are you doing again?
Did you write everything down?
You sure felt a lot braver ten minutes ago… Suddenly, seeing him has made you doubt all the courage you worked to have for this moment. At the same time, the complex feeling of pure happiness and relief blossoms. You can’t help but smile at the sight of him. There’s a stillness in the world and it’s only when you look at him and it’s good. You know that now… But oh my god.
You’re about to lose your shit.
How did you get here?
When did it all begin?
Was it from the first night you two slept together? Or was it the karaoke night when you realized you were waiting for him to kiss you? Could it be time he fucked you in front of your mirror and you vowed to never drink coffee before meeting up with him ever again?
… No.
Maybe it was when Mina came along.
You gave him a blowjob just to stall him from going (bad move, by the way. That was pretty bitchy). Oh, and we can’t forget about the time you craved him when you were drunk out of your mind and all he did was take care of you. Half asleep, you woke up to him mounting your mirror on the wall… And well, maybe…
Maybe it was then.
When he fixed your mirror, he fixed your heart.
That’s probably why the time you two hooked up in his bedroom at the party felt so right. It was finally clicking.
You were into him then.
You just didn’t know how to admit it. Then, it got fucked up because you were caught off guard.
The perilla leaf.
The exile.
The hate sex.
Everything good and bad has led to this moment and you can’t help but feel like you’re falling apart. Finding the origin of it all feels exhausting… In your head, you debate it all. In your heart, you’ve always known.
You see, it wasn’t supposed to be like this.
The friendship, the sleeping with him, the hurting him—the loving him… It wasn’t supposed to do this to you. You aren’t supposed to be this nervous and so impatient at the same time. You aren’t supposed to feel this stupid either…
But you do.
… And that’s okay.
Sometimes, with love, you’re going to feel a little stupid. You just have to cross your fingers and hope the person you’re being stupid for is just as stupid as you.
In your case… There’s a good chance he is.
As you stand on the sidelines, Jungkook places his hand over his eyes to see you clearer. He tilts his head in confusion as you drop your bag.
Then, just like that…
It happens.
His thoughts pause, his heart goes still for the nth time, and his world slows down as he takes in the sight of you. Nothing will ever be better than this. The same way he feels an ease when he watches the sunrise—he feels it as he looks at you right now.
God, he loves you so much.
He has known it for so long but this… You in this moment; it’s bliss.
Complete and utter bliss.
If that isn’t enough… His heart is completely undone the moment he realizes two things: one, you’re wearing his jersey, and two; you’re holding a towel in your arms for him. He can’t help but let a laugh escape his lips. All that shit you said about how you would never be a part of his fan club and how you could never be that girl…
Oh, this is gold.
Honestly, it’s more than enough. For you to show up and make this effort—it fills his heart. Yet, you’re you. Always full of surprises and ways of making his heart go on overdrive. As he sinks in his thoughts and soaks this moment in; he watches you take a deep breath. Then, slowly but surely, you extend your hand out to him.
It’s then when he knows it.
The wait was worth it.
The wait is over.
You and Jungkook sit on a bench, under the technical area’s cover. For a while, you two watch the sunrise in silence. Both too afraid to say anything to ruin the moment—both so undoubtedly in love. Once the sun is fully up, you brace yourself.
This is it.
Jungkook turns to you, chasing your eyes.
“You nervous or something?” he jokes, as he begins to dry his hair with the towel you placed around his neck.
“Yeah,” you confide. “Am I doing this right?”
Jungkook’s eyes widen as you scoot closer to him and take the towel. In your continued silence, you take over and start to dry his hair. Scrunching the towel, you pat dry his neck and cheeks. He gulps, unsure of what to do… He likes it though. He likes that you’re taking care of him and that you’re trying. He knows you are.
As you pat dry him, you try to find your words. It takes a moment, but you think to yourself… It’s now or never, right? You’re already here. You’ve already folded.
It catches Jungkook off guard when you suddenly tug him close. Putting the towel aside, you cup his cheeks with your hands. Your hands are cold, but he doesn’t mind. If anything, he’s holding himself back from kissing them. With a pout on your lips, you begin your confession.
“I hate being your friend.”
Jungkook squints at you and chuckles. He removes your hands from his cheeks, smirking at you. “What bullshit are you on now? Didn’t we agree on—”
“I never agreed,” your eyebrows knit together. “It’s been like… A day and a half and I’m going crazy being your stupid friend.”
“Fine,” he snaps. “Enemies?”
His suggestion annoys you.
You lift your hand to hit him, but he catches your wrist. Then, he opens his hands for you. You sigh teasingly but take it. Intertwining your fingers together, you two sit in silence again for a moment.
Holding hands, watching as the rain pours, and preparing to give your hearts to one another… It feels like this could be a dream.
“Tae and Yuna, ” you begin, breaking the silence. Your voice sounds weary and desperate. “They’ve been friends since the very beginning. He always had feelings for her and she did too… But she didn’t do anything about it until it was too late. He’s dating Mina’s friend now or something—it’s so messed up. It’s so unfair, y-you know? They deserve each other so much and I—”
“Breathe,” Jungkook comforts you. “They’ll figure it out.”
“I don’t want that to be us,” you blurt.
Jungkook blinks at you.
“It’s so scary. Jungkook, I don’t want that to be us… B-but it is us, isn’t it? Y-you hate me because of—“
His eyebrows knit together. “___, I don’t hate you. Don’t say that.”
Your lips quiver, unsure of how to navigate through this talk. Maybe you should have planned it better. Maybe you should have written this whole speech out instead of word-vomiting like this… But that’s the thing.
You aren’t good at this.
Regardless, you’ll try for him.
“I’ve been selfish,” you admit, letting your eyes dart to the field. You can’t look at him. It feels too overwhelming to. “I’ve been inconsiderate and I know I can’t justify my actions because they hurt you—I just need you to know that I was scared. It was so scary trusting you, falling asleep beside you, and waking up next to you. It was so scary watching you laugh with other girls and not knowing how to tell you how I felt… I’m sorry I started fights while trying to figure out how I felt about myself… Honestly? I think I was so scared because you made it so easy.”
A beat.
“T-the truth is… I’ve always known how I felt about you.”
Jungkook can’t help but smile. He wonders if you know what you’re doing to him… Do you? He’s afraid you don’t.
“Really?” he pries, moving closer to you. “How do you feel about me?”
Attempting to be intimidating, you turn to face him with a glare.
“D-don’t push it.”
Jungkook pouts. “But I want to know… Please, please, please?”
For a moment you contemplate. Then, you look at him and take it all in. His wet hair, soft eyes, and pouting lips… How were you ever strong enough to say no to him before? Truly, you’re a changed woman.
Curling your fist, you shut your eyes and say it. You tell him the whole truth.
You give him your heart.
“You said you got ahead of yourself… But have you ever considered that I was beside you the entire time? L-like you said you’ve had feelings for me since the first time you made me laugh… Me too. I knew it then too. I just didn’t know what to do because every time I dated guys, it all felt the same… With you, it was different from the start. I don’t know how to explain it… All I know is that I like you in every way it’s possible to like someone—I like you. My heart has been yours all along. I’m sorry it took me so long to give it to you. It just felt like everything with you kept falling into place and I was terrified I was f-falling too… I think—n-no, I… Umm, I know that I…”
Something others may not know about Jungkook is that he’s consistently bad at one thing. That one thing is playing it cool when it comes to you. He has to fight his inner demons to stop himself from professing his love for you every 10 minutes. So, it would be a lie that he wasn’t loving this. He loves watching you feel what he feels.
Your words, sweet and well-awaited, completely captivate him.
He can’t help it when you’re like this. So perfect, so cute, so his. He can’t resist!
Which is why he kisses you mid-confession.
Jungkook kisses you slowly and deeply. Like never before, you lose your breath from how passionately he kisses you. Once you two pull away, he rests his forehead against yours. Smiling, he sneaks in a couple more kisses.
Timidly, you say, “So… You aren’t mad at me anymore?”
With a laugh, Jungkook shakes his head. “God, you drive me crazy.”
“So… That’s a no, right?”
Jungkook rolls his eyes and purses his lips. You press your lips against them and kiss him once more.
“___?”
“Y-yeah?”
“... I checked my phone a moment ago and Yuna ratted you out. She texted me like ten minutes before you came. Said if you don't show up I should knock on your door and fuck your feelings out of you.” You gasp, burying your face with your hands. Sighly dramatically, Jungkook makes a cheeky comment. “Once again, I waited for you.”
You hit his chest playfully. In pure disbelief, you groan at him. “What? Y-you knew and still made me do the whole speech—”
"I didn’t know!” You ignore his claim. “Although, I wouldn't have had any issue fucking the feelings out of you—"
"Are you insane?" you fume. "I was literally sick to my stomach trying to get this confession thing done right!"
“I was excited!” He teases, and nudges you. You remain annoyed at him. Jungkook can’t help but find it cute. “Awh, ___! Come on. It’s not every day that a guy gets to see his girl in his jersey, holding a towel for him on the sidelines! Also… I just really wanted to see what all your fuss was about. I promise, I didn’t know.”
It’s too late.
Just as you stand up and storm away from the embrassment, Jungkook catches up to you. Out on the field, the rain continues to pour on you two. Drying him off was useless if you were going to be this dramatic.
As he catches your wrist, you shove him away and cross your arms.
“I feel stupid,” you sigh. “Y-you knew how I felt about you. I was worried and anxious the entire time and y-you knew!”
Jungkook shuts his eyes and can’t believe how feisty you are. It’s entertaining and frustrating at the same time. God, you were so complex… But at the same time, he knows you’re just afraid. This is you finding an out. This is also you trying to stay.
He takes your hand.
You don’t shake him off say anything.
You let him take it.
He holds it like it’s all he has ever wanted to do (it is all he has ever wanted to do).
“I didn’t know everything! Hey, the fuss was cute,” he ensures you. “Do it again.”
“No!” you cry, feeling your clothes start to stick to your skin. It’s pouring now and you instantly regret being dramatic.
Except, Jungkook looks so perfect. His hair is wet and his shirt is soaked so you can see the way his muscles curve. He’s so handsome that you have to gather all your strength as a woman to keep yourself from jumping on him.
“This shit is so hard!” you complain through the rain. “How did you do this? You confessed like every time we fucked—”
“Yah!” Jungkook warns, feeling a little embarrassed. Maybe he should be the one to storm away now… “Be nice to me or else I’m about to reject you.”
You roll your eyes at him. Grabbing him by the collar, you tug him to your eye level. Happily, he complies.
“Do it then,” you call his bluff. “Reject me right now.”
Jungkook looks into your eyes, loving the way you look at him. He blinks at you slowly and bites his inner cheek. For a moment, he’s silent. You’d think he’s contemplating or something… But he’s not. He’s been sure about you since your first laugh, remember?
“Kinda cruel considering you’re all I’ve been waiting for,” Jungkook confesses, as he dips his head low and kisses you.
As he kisses you, you squeeze his hand. Holding his hand tighter, he smiles into the kiss. The rain continues to pour, making everything feel unreal. As he pulls away, he looks at you the way he always has… This time, you get what Yuna was talking about.
The warmth in his gaze.
The love in it.
The you in it.
After what felt like endless heartache with other boys—this felt healing.
This was yours.
Him.
And that’s when your heart tells you something you never knew…
You waited well too.
You two escape the rain and make it to your place.
In your bedroom, you quickly get undressed and sit in front of your mirror to dry your hair. Jungkook comes out of the washroom all clean. Passing by you, he plants a kiss on the top of your head. You watch from the mirror as he reaches inside your closet for one of his shirts.
Your high from the moment at the field suddenly dies. Suddenly, you realize the confession wasn’t enough to move forward. For fucks sake, he has his clothes in your closet.
“Jungkook?” you ask cutely.
“Mhmm?” he responds as he dresses himself.
You almost choke on your words. “What are we?”
He grins, coming back to you and swaying you side to side. Without batting an eye, he answers: “friends, of course!”
Instantly, you push him away. Your shoulders slump as you glare at him. He laughs his ass off, loving the way you reacted. When he calms down, he kneels in front of you and apologizes.
“Okay, bestie,” you play along as he gets up. “Should we eat perilla leaves to celebrate?”
Jungkook’s mouth drops. His eye practically twitches at the mention of perilla leaves.
Throwing his hands up dramatically, he cries, “Oh god... My girlfriend is so mean to me… She’s so hot, holy shit.”
Girlfriend.
That sounds about right.
He’s so big.
Sometimes, you forget that.
It slips your mind because Jungkook has always been a giver. You never really had to worry about it being uncomfortable. He makes sure you cum first and always puts his needs above yours—tonight was a prime example of just that.
As he towers over you, he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your lips. Each kiss is so soft and intimate, your pussy clenches at his very touch. It doesn’t help when he places his thumb on your clit, rubbing and stretching it out to stimulate you even more. As you moan into his ear, he feels shivers go down his back.
You gasp as he bites your skin, enticing you to want him even more.
“Jungkook,” you breathe, “put it in, please.”
“Mhmm,” he moves the hair strands on your face and kisses you. “Be good for me, okay? Be patient. Gonna fuck you good so I need you to be on your best behaviour.”
“B-best behaviour,” you repeat rather lewdly. “Okay… W-whatever you want, love. You have it. You have me.”
Love.
God, you and your fucking words.
Jungkook bites his bottom lip, trying his best to take his time. Truth be told, he wants to fuck you silly right now. He wants you so bad that your legs won’t work and he’ll have to tend to your soreness. He wants to fuck you so good that you scream his name and lose yourself in him… But he’ll take his time tonight.
He wants to show you so much. He wants to show you how good he can make you feel. How you won’t ever regret your decision of being with him. He wants to show you what kind of man you chose and what kind of man you get to have.
A good man.
A man that has wanted you for so long that now that he has you—oh was he ready to drag it out.
Jungkook gently places his dick in between your folds. It’s hard and thick. You can feel it against your wet pussy and want nothing more than for him to put it in. Instead, Jungkook lifts himself and sits in between your legs. There, he holds the base of his cock and slaps it against your pussy. He rubs his cock up and down your folds. Then, he splits them open with his fingers and spits on it. He then spreads his spit with his cock. You feel so lucky when he pokes it inside once in a while. Like a tease, he takes it out so quickly that you begin to feel frustrated.
“P-put it in, please…”
Jungkook smirks.
“Put what in?”
You glare at him.
“Your hard, thick, stupid cock. Put it in my wet, needy, desperate pussy right now… Please?”
Jungkook lets out a sexy chuckle. “Not yet,” he tells you, as he fully stops. He then moves over and helps you sit up. Leaning against your headboard, he spreads your legs. Just when you think you can predict his next move, he reaches over to your nightstand and grabs his phone. Unlocking it, he passes it to you.
“Film me.”
You nod, following his orders.
Tapping record, you angle the camera to your pussy. You watch through the phone screen as Jungkook positions his face in between your legs. Gulping, you throw your head back as he makes his first lick.
Jungkook holds onto your thighs, helping you keep your legs open. He digs himself into your pussy, devouring every inch of it. To deepen himself, he digs his nose in and curls his tongue as he licks you. When he pulls away for air, he sucks on your clit making sure to keep you on your toes.
“Oohhh,” you sob. “S-so good. J-Jungkook—“
“Mhmm,” he murmurs onto your skin. “Tastes so good.”
“A-aghhh! Oh my god!”
The thing is… Jungkook has eaten you out before.
But this was different.
It was slow and sensual. The way he licks you and eats you out just feels so surreal. Your toes curl, your stomach winces, and your pussy tightens as you’re about to climax—
Jungkook pulls away.
He has a devilish look on his face. You stop the recording and toss his phone aside. Suddenly, he takes hold of your ankles and tugs you down. On your back, you open your arms and welcome him in again. Gladly, he buries himself in your breasts and moans at your softness.
“That was—“
“Everything my girl deserves,” he tells you sweetly. “My girl…”
“Your girl,” you pull him in for a kiss. “All yours..”
Jungkook moans, unable to stop himself. He lifts his hips, making space for him to quickly pump his cock before guiding it inside you.
… And oh my god.
He feels so good.
Him inside you is so fulfilling and healing.
“You okay?”
You nod, mesmorized by the man he is.
“More than.”
With that, Jungkook kisses you and begins to fuck you. He thrusts in and out, making you feel his entire length with each stroke. Your body takes him in as if it’s welcoming him home. As he feeds you your craving, he picks up the pace. You wrap your legs around him, moaning from how good it feels as he buries himself in you.
“F-fuck,” Jungkook hisses. “Love this. Feels so good.”
“Mhmm,” you whimper. “J-just like that!”
Jungkook continues to fuck you, drilling himself deeper and deeper. Soon, you’re chanting his name and his ego begins to boom.
Jungkook fucks you like he loves you… And you know it. You can feel it. To express so, you claw his back. Digging your nails deeper and deeper, holding him close.
“N-nghhh! I’m gonna cum—”
“Cum for me, pretty girl. You behaved so well,” he praises. “Proud of you.”
Your heart flutters.
Then, your pussy clenches as you release. He feels it. Jungkook groans, accepting that this round will be over soon. There will be plenty more, for sure. As he pumps inside you lazily, cautious of being sensitive to your climax but also because he’s hitting his.
Then, he creams your pussy. It oozes out, but he pumps himself a few more times to stuff you.
As he spills himself onto you, he lets out heavy breaths and collapses on top of you. You let him catch his breath there as you tangle your fingers in his hair.
“I love you,” you confess.
“Good… I was hoping you would.” Jungkook lets out a tired laugh. “I love you too, ___. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. You’re everything I’ve ever loved.”
You hold him tighter.
“I love you more.”
Jungkook bursts into laughter. “Love, we are not going to play that game.”
Tilting your head at him. “Why not? It’s true.”
“You think you love me more than I love you?”
“Mhmm.”
“Prove it.”
With that, Jungkook laughs as you shift position. Leaving him on his back, you climb on top and straddle him. As you lift yourself to guide his dick inside, he lets out a whiney moan. You are so sexy. You are quite literally his favourite part of living.
“I’ll prove it,” you accept the challenge. “Will you last though?”
Jungkook’s lips slight part, amazed and shocked at your initiative. In response, he relaxes and gestures at your body. There’s a tightness that overcomes his entire body. It’s mixed with excitement and relief. For the nth time, he gives in.
Jungkook folds.
Happily, he gives himself to you.
“With you? Forever.”
Forever.
After 3 rounds, you two call it a night. As you drift to sleep, Jungkook holds you. Before this, you two talked as much as you could and even began to make plans. There is an indescribable comfort in being with each other.
Upcoming dates.
Better ways to communicate.
Everything and anything in between—you two want it all.
As the rain pours, Jungkook finally shuts his eyes. He pulls you closer, kissing you for the final time tonight. There would be tomorrow to kiss you anyway.
Tomorrow and the day after that… And the day after that. And the days that follow—he’d do just that.
He can’t wait to kiss you forever.
To hold your hand forever.
To love you forever.
For the first time in a while, Jungkook finds rest. His heart stays still and feels loved. Besides, this is what he has wanted to be all along—
- Jungkook is the type of boyfriend who’ll pick you up from anywhere — even if it’s 2 AM and pouring rain — just so you don’t have to take a taxi alone.
- he has this habit of watching you from across the room instead of scrolling on his phone; if you catch him, he’ll smirk like he wasn’t just staring at you for five minutes straight.
- makes playlists for you but never tells you. he’ll just send you a link and say, “thought you’d like this.” later you realize every single song is suspiciously about you.
- takes random candid photos of you every day “so he can remember every version of you.”
- always offers to carry your bag, no matter how small it is.
- back hugs constantly, resting his chin on your shoulder and swaying slightly — especially in the kitchen, while you’re on the phone, or just because he’s bored.
- sleeps better with his face buried in your neck or hair, inhaling your scent. if you move away in the middle of the night, he’ll unconsciously reach out and drag you back.
- absolutely loves lying with his head in your lap, letting you play with his hair until he dozes off.
- always has one hand on you — thigh, waist, lower back — in public and private.
- gets visibly annoyed when another guy makes you laugh. doesn’t hide his glare.
- hates when you walk alone at night; if he can’t be there, he’ll call and stay on the line until you’re home.
- sends you voice notes of him singing your favorite songs in the middle of the night. or sometimes just complete nonsense.
- has a way of making fun of you that’s somehow both irritating and affectionate — like if you spill something on yourself, he’ll call you “messy” but clean it up for you.
- takes mental note of what makes you laugh and repeats it just to see that smile again.
- he’s not big on long speeches, but his love shows in small, consistent actions — the way he looks for you in a room, the way he mirrors your moods, the way he always makes sure you get home safe.
contains ,, smut , overstimulation , crying ( in pleasure ) , pussydrunk!jungkook , tummy bulge , female body parts , pet names ( baby, pretty, princess ). first time writing smut, have mercy on me !!
𝒴ou cant remember how you got here. thighs pressed against your chest while jungkook drills into you.
his pace fastening and your moans growing louder. the room reeks of sex and sweat. cum leaking down your back onto the bed sheets and all you can do is take it.
“you still with me, pretty?” he asks through shaky breaths, all you could do is blabber—your eyes crossing and rolling back. he was so deep in you that a small bulge appeared beneath your belly button everytime he re entered
and oh it hurt so good.
tears rolled down your face staining the pillow beneath your head , face red and flushed, eyes half open and eyebrows angled up in the corners. you wrapped your legs around his waist in a attempt to stop him, pushing at his legs. “uh-uh move.” he continued thrusting into your leaking core, pushing your legs back into place
“jun– oh my! jun-jungkook please,” you whined “no more please” he ignored your pleas smirking and leaning down rubbing his tongue onto yours. you kissed back moaning into his mouth, “im cumming again” you yelped “it’s okay baby, i got you” your vision blurred, stars replacing jungkook’s face.
he leaned down and kissed you again, you guys cum mixing and filling you up once more. he laid his head down on your chest, letting your legs go.
both breathing heavy “one more baby, just one more” he’s lying. again. he said that the second time you came—and the third and the fourth— and now the fifth. but nonetheless you still weakly nodded.
he flipped you over flat on your stomach, placing his cock back into your overstimulated core. his hips slapping against your ass “it’s s’good kook, so good” you babbled. he grabbed his phone off the night stand— placing in infront of your fucked out face, snapping a picture. “my pretty princess”
throwing the phone somewhere on the bed, resting his head on your shoulder as he hit that spot so deep inside you. you reached back pushing at his lower abdomen, “move. i wont tell you again” he growled, holding your hand behind your back.
“fuck baby, you’re killing me” he chuckled, kissing your shoulder—going up to your neck—then your cheek and then finally to your lips. turning your head so your foreheads touched, taking in each others breaths and moans. you nearly screamed when he reached down and starting twirling at your clit,
more tears rushing down, pace fastening, sound of clapping skin increasing, moans growing louder, and that spongy spot inside you getting abused. it was all too much for you, “aw, dont cry pretty,” he whispered with fake empathy “remember? you asked for this” but you didn’t couldn’t remember
the only thing you could think about is the way he was fucking you. everything went blurry, and you face planted into the pillow, your orgasm washing over you. you gained back conciseness to him kissing over you. “did good baby, give me one more?” and all you could do was whine again as he put you in a different position.
you were gonna be so sore in the morning.
a/n ,, yall hyping me up too much in my post, thanks so much for all the love and support, it’s all very appreciated. i’m so glad yall enjoy my stuff 🫶🏽😖
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welcome to my blog - my name's quae. this is my main blog. trivia-yandere is my yandere blog. my ao3 is explicit_tae
warning: majority - if not all -of my writings will be considered nsfw and suitable for those 18+. they will (sometimes) contain graphic smut scenes, yandere/dark moments, etc.
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Forbidden Fruit - Kim Namjoon is a new professor at a local University that has all the girls swooning over him. He becomes entangled with one student - you being far too persistent for his own good. Professors are strictly forbidden to have any form of relationship with their students - but the forbidden fruit always tastes the best. completed
One Time Thing: Namjoon was the whole package - tall, dark hair with an amazing physique. Let's not forget the personality and the intelligence that was an added bonus. Too bad he was your friend's boyfriend - even if he did appear a little too infatuated with you. completed
Public Enemy (Part 2/7): After the sudden death of your boyfriend, Shin, of 2 years - by the hands of what you assume was a rival of his - you find yourself in deep shit. He assisted in paying your college tuition and other expenses you needed for school. Once the bill runs high and you’re threatened expulsion, you need money fast. Your decision to work as a camgirl wasn’t your first option, however, now it may be your only one. completed
Public Enemy (Part 4/7): You’ve been with your boyfriend, Shin, for 3 years. The relationship wasn’t perfect and the two of you butted heads often which resulted in him buying whatever designer items to get back in your good graces. For the last few months, you begin to notice a slip in his character and question just what he does when he isn’t with you. completed
Unusual Suspects: You were always told that the internet wasn't a safe space and to be careful who you were talking to. Namjoon, your crush of years, was someone you thought was a safe haven - until you realized he wasn't the man you adored but instead a catfish pretending to be him. Now, said catfish is determined to ruin your life and the life of your childhood best friend, Taehyung, for their own sick pleasure. completed
V-Day Special: You ask your ex - who you're still close with - if he's willing to come on your cam-show for a valentine's day special. completed
Nefarious [Prequel]: A look back in your and Jungkook’s relationship, prior to the marriage, kids and detachment. completed
Repent: Adventures of Jeon Jungkook and the new girl who attends the church retreat - and who is also determined to fuck him. one | two | three | four
B.A.S: You knew you weren't shit, but you still gave your boyfriend 10 minutes to respond before you went to be a hoe. Luckily for you, Jungkook wasn't shit either. completed
Sweet Serial Killer: The city is shaken up by the sudden murders going around - all by a man who claims he is doing so in the name of justice. People are divided - those who agree with the mysterious serial killer to do what the justice system has not; and those who disagree and want him captured and sent to prison. (Part 1 to Lethal Lovers) one | two
Public Enemy (Part 1/7): You don’t ask many questions when your boyfriend - a High School sweetheart of 4 years by the name of Shin - splurges his money on you and other luxuries. However, you know well enough that he works for one of the biggest mafia leaders of South Korea. completed
One Way or Another: You recant the horrible story of how you met Jeon Jungkook - a now ex-boyfriend of yours - to your therapist. You opened up about the obsessive and toxic behavior that has you constantly looking over your shoulder for the man you've been running from for years. One | Two
Peepshow: You were Jungkook's favorite person to watch when he was outside your window. This time, he's determined to have a closer look. completed
Lick Back: Realizing that your boyfriend has become a completely different person & being malicious towards you could only mean that he’s being nice to someone else. completed
Not Until I Say So: That time you got caught masturbating in your professor's classroom after hours. completed
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come sit on my lap - ( @euphoricfilter ) pwp, lots of praisingg, they way this is written is good yall, "use me" , “so polite” shUT UPPPP im literally blushing, AND he is also cute at the end?? i hate it heREEE :´)
he has a lot of cum - ( @euphoricfilter ) bf!jk, the title I- , he DOES have a lot of cum, lots of stamina, lots of everYTHING, and on toP of those small details, wdym he wants to see how many times he can cum in you before it´s too full and it starts to spill????? somebody stop this man
riding jungkook´s nose - ( @euphoricfilter ) we´ve ALLL thought about this, and if you haven´t you´re lying, periodt. pRAISINGGG, he´s in a pussy-drunk frenezy, he likes feeling used, he likes getting his hair pulled, he likes getting his face wET, it´s sickenINGGGG goreaditplease
fucking in the gym - ( @euphoricfilter ) this was inspired by that one pic of him and jimin with their back out, I SEE THE VISION, fucking with ceiling mirrors
wicked - ( @noteguk ) smut, incubus!jk, big big corruption kink, lots of dirty ploting and dirty talk, yupppp this is a good one, so detailed, love me a fic that lit makes me see what i´m reading
strings attached (to my heart) - ( @jungkoode ) smut, crack, fluff, IT HAS IT ALLL, spider man au, college au, spider-man!jk x journalist!reader. READ THE TAGS BC ITS GOOD AF, bc wdym you combined sub-loser-desperate jk who also has a noona kink wITH a superhero au??? it´s like you wrote it for me,, (also, this deserves many many more notes imo)
think i need someone older - ( @redcherrykook ) smut, whipped rich older bf!jk (PERIOD!!) x younger!reader. JESUS FUCKING CHRISTTTTTTT!!! no more words needed, this one´s pulled right out of my maladaptive daydreaming folder
fade into you - ( @nmjoo-n ) SMUT, fluff, fwb to lovers au. barista!jk, possessive obsessive toxic lovesick!jk (LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO). this is a whole 2022 masterpiece, they way this is written, and the way jungkook is borderline PSYCOTICH (or in love ig) for her is so hotttttttt. deff one of my favs
this is how you fal in love - ( @jeonqkooks ) fluff, smut, angst if you squint. rockstar!jk au, est relationship. this is beautiful, a 2022 gem. love love love how lengthy and detailed this is
frost impressions - ( @fortunexkookie ) soccer coach!jk, teacher!reader, gamer au, work au, idiots to lovers, one sided pining at first, it´s a longggg one. another 2020 masterpiece, one of my favorite fics out there, he´s so disgustingly smitten with his new coworker that he ends up making a terrible first impression. so so so entertaining and fun to read, jk is silly af lmao, can´t stop putting his foot in his mouth, theres a bunch of cute second hand embarrasment situations
Over The Odds | The Confession - ( @jungk0oksthighs ) ceo jk, sugardaddy jk, jealous bf jk, sugar baby reader, he gets mad and yells bc he is lowkey insecure of her ex but reader is equaly in love. this is a series
wrong time - ( @spideyjimin ) smut, angst, dilf!jk, ceo!jk, exes to lovers, workaholic as a scape mechanism, the one that got away type of stuff but she broke things up first for valid reasons, big big heartache but she´s still the love of his life
don´t blame me - ( @ctrlsht ) sugar daddy!jk, ceo!jk, soft yan!jk, obsessive!jk, student!reader, unhealthy behavior on his part, manipulative behavior on her part, jealousy on both parts, he goes a lil too far but reader is bitchy and annoying, he lit gives her everythinggg she asks for, the man is..creazy about her in a very unhealthy way and she takes advantage of that, toxicc
failed quickie - ( @vminizzle ) cowerker jk, suggestive, they´re about to fucc on an elevator but shit happens, he likes his hair pulled!!1!
someone older - ( @bonny-kookoo ) smut, ceo jk, divorced jk, 30 something yo jk, taehyung has a kid, younger oc, its a nice read, would do it again
You vaguely remember the party—everyone there was ugly, annoying, and smelled like sweat, but then you got home and saw Jungkook. And now? Here you are, waking up in his bed, totally confused and not having a clue how you ended up here. What happened last night? How badly did you fuck up? All you’re left with is a gnawing feeling that you’ve crossed a line you shouldn’t.
warnings: excessive alcohol consumption, toxic drunken behavior, sex (?)
word count: 3k
a/n: I have had the idea for this chapter planned for a while now. And I'm so happy it's finally out! I'm so excited to hear your thoughts. Someone is acting like a dick and I'm not sure we saw it coming (we totally did, right?)
Simmer down an' pucker up, I'm sorry to interrupt
Do you know that feeling when you wake up and, for a second, you don’t quite know where you are?
Yeah—this is like that.
Only this time, it doesn’t pass in a second.
This time, it takes two whole minutes.
Because you’re not in your room.
You need another moment to process it—not just that you’re not in your own room,
but that you’re in your roommate’s.
Jungkook’s room.
It’s not like you know his room. You’ve never been in here. Not until now. But somehow, you still know. You know enough to understand exactly where you are.
Why the fuck are you here?
What kind of catastrophic mistake brought you here?
Your pulse pounds in your head, your throat is raw, and you're cold, even though you’re wrapped in his sheets, in his bed.
Oh shit.
You timidly pull the covers higher, nervous to look down—nervous to see what you're wearing. Or not wearing.
Relief washes over you when you see your underwear still on. But the oversized shirt? Definitely not yours. Jungkook’s?
Got. Jungkook’s shirt?
No, seriously—what happened last night?
Did you two…?
You shift forward and sit at the edge of the bed, your toes barely grazing the floor. A new water bottle catches your eye on the nightstand. Gratefully, you grab it and drink, gulping down as much as your stomach can handle.
Your phone is nowhere in sight, and you have no idea what time it is. But sunlight is already sneaking through the slits in the blinds.
You try to stand up. Your vision goes black and a wave of dizziness hits you hard. You sit back down on the bed, breathing through it.
You try again, slower this time.
Carefully, you make your way out of the bedroom and into the living room.
On the couch, you see Jungkook lying down, his face illuminated by the glow of his phone screen.
When he hears you, he turns his head. “Good morning,” he says quietly. He looks tired, but there’s a small smile on his lips.
“Why was I in your room?” you ask, stepping closer to the couch.
Jungkook puts his phone down and tilts his head. “Because you asked to?” he says, sounding confused, his brows furrowing.
What?
You asked to sleep in his bed? What was going on?
“Did we…?” You gesture vaguely between the two of you.
Jungkook sits up straight. He looks alarmed. And confused.
“You don’t remember what happened?”
What really happened last night...
The party tonight was lame.
But somehow, now you’re at your front door, struggling to unlock it like it’s the final boss in some drunken video game.
The lock has been fighting you for what feels like two hours—maybe it actually has—but you finally manage to get it open.
You stumble inside and immediately throw your horrible shoes at the door.
Those annoying heels made your toes scream all night.
Tonight was too long.
Fucking stupid party.
All the boys there were stupid. And lame. And ugly. And they smelled bad.
You hate boys.
And then—
You see Jungkook.
He’s sprawled on the couch.
He’s nice.
He smells good.
And he’s so fucking hot it’s stupid.
And the sex was a-mazing.
Why haven’t you had sex again?
Because of stupid, nice Jungkook. Who acted all nice and friendly for the last two weeks. No teasing, no trying to make a move. Like you’re ‘friends.’
Ugh.
Just like he promised.
Like you made him promise.
Are you stupid?
He turns to look at you from whatever he’s playing. You catch the way his eyes roam over you, a little smirk tugging at his lips.
Yes. Finally.
This—you can work with.
Game on.
“Hiiii,” you say, trying to sound sweet, pairing it with your best smile.
Everything spins just a little. It’s kind of funny. You stumble, reaching out to steady yourself against the wall.
Before you can fully register what’s happening, Jungkook is at your side, his hands on your shoulders.
You think he said “oh shit”?
He’s so funny.
The room slows down a bit, and you manage to look up.
Jungkook is close—closer than he’s been since that night.
You look up at his face, he looks worried.
God, he’s cute like that.
His hands are big and warm on your shoulders. You want him to touch you with those hands. Like he did that night. Like you’ve imagined him doing every night for the past two weeks.
His lips look so soft. So inviting.
You can almost feel how they pressed against yours—how they moved over your skin.
He was so good with them.
Too good.
You want that again.
You need it.
You close your eyes and lean in, expecting the kiss—expecting him.
But instead… nothing.
Your lips meet air.
Your eyes flutter open, confused.
Jungkook is pulling back, just slightly—tilting his head away.
His grip on your shoulders tightens, his arms now extended. Holding you at a distance.
Keeping you away.
From him.
From what you want.
Why does he have to be so annoying?
“I think we need to get you to bed,” he says, still wearing that same stupid, worried look.
You don’t want to go to bed. Not alone.
What is his problem?
You huff and pull out of his hold. “I don’t want to go to bed,” you mumble, annoyed, as you stumble toward the couch.
When you finally reach it, you flop down with a dramatic sigh.
Jungkook just stands there, still in the same spot, looking puzzled.
Why is he just standing there?
Why isn’t he coming to sit with you?
You pout at him. “Come here,” you say, patting the cushion beside you.
After a moment of hesitation, he finally steps closer. But when he’s just one step away, he seems to realize something.
“Let me grab you a bottle of water,” he says.
No. You don’t want water. You want him.
Here.
Now.
“Noooo,” you whine, protesting.
Without thinking, you grab his wrist and pull him toward you, harder than you meant to.
He stumbles, losing his balance, and falls right over you. But somehow, he manages to catch himself, his hand landing on the backrest beside your head, stopping him from crashing fully onto you.
Oh.
You like this angle.
He’s fighting a smile. And he’s losing.
It makes you giggle.
He’s so cute you could just smooch him.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, and you see the corners of his mouth twitch up.
“I was just thinking…” You try to sound smooth, mysterious.
“Thinking about what?” he asks, raising an eyebrow as he starts to push himself up.
You quickly wrap your hands around his neck, not letting him get any further away from you.
You can see it flusters him.
“I was thinking about the last time we were this close on this couch.”
You try to say it in a sultry tone, but you can’t control the giggles.
Why is everything so funny?
Jungkook seems amused too. “What about it?”
“What about it…” you hum, pretending to contemplate it and looking away.
Then, you glance back at him with the best sultry smile you can muster.
“It was good.”
Jungkook tilts his head, smirking. “Yeah, it was.”
You try to pull him closer, but he resists, keeping just enough distance between the two of you.
“Then why haven’t we done it again?” you pout.
He chuckles—the kind of chuckle that sends a thrill through you. He looks at you intently. “Because you said it was a one-time thing.”
“Well… obviously, I didn’t mean it!!” you sing-song in playful frustration.
“Oh, you didn’t?” he says with a smile, clearly entertained.
You try to pull him closer again, but he resists and pushes himself up, away from you.
“I’m going to get you some water,” he says, his voice even as he stands over you, looking down at you.
He turns and heads for the kitchen.
You pout, frustrated. Why did he leave? Why isn’t he playing with you?
You need to push his buttons more.
With new determination, you stand up—and almost lose your balance. You flail for a moment, barely catching yourself on the couch armrest.
Shaking it off, you set your sights on the kitchen.
You find him there, reaching for a bottle of water.
Without a second thought, you walk up behind him, slipping your arms around his waist.
You feel him tense under your touch. “What are you doing?” he asks, his voice tight as he tries to turn his head to look back at you.
“I missed you,” you mumble, resting your cheek against his back, between his shoulder blades. His skin radiates warmth through the fabric of his shirt, and you find it comforting, grounding, relaxing, in the midst of the blur.
He grabs your hands, and for a moment, you smile, happy that he’s finally cooperating. But the smile fades quickly as he pulls your hands away from his chest and turns to face you, putting distance between the two of you.
He pushes the water bottle between you, his voice soft but firm. “Come on, drink some water. Then we’ll get you to bed.”
You glance at the bottle between you, then back up at Jungkook’s face. You frown, pouting. “I don’t want to go to bed.” You swat at his hand, the one holding the bottle.
But Jungkook, of course, decides to be annoying with his stupid persistence. He ignores you and starts twisting open the cap. “Come on, you need to drink a little, and I’ll make you some toast.”
Why is he like this? Doesn’t he want you anymore?
You can’t just let him do this. You need to take matters into your own hands. Push further.
He ignores you? Fine. You’ll ignore him.
You drop to your knees in front of him, looking up at him.
His eyes go wide, his mouth slightly gaped.
You smirk, tilting your head, and send your hand toward the waistband of his sweats.
“What are you doing?”
His eyes widen even more, and he immediately moves to stop your hand, his fingers brushing against yours as he tries to pull back.
“You don’t want this?” you ask, frowning.
Your gaze drops to the bulge in his sweats, a little bigger than before, then back up to him, your eyes narrowing.
Jungkook shakes his head quickly.
“Not like that.”
The fuck that means?
You ignore Jungkook's hands on yours, determined to push past him. You curl your fingers under the waistband of his sweats, intent on convincing him otherwise.
“I’ve wanted to know how you taste for a while now.”
You see his eyes widen, his expression shifting before he quickly shakes his head. In one swift motion, he pulls you up to your feet, his grip firm.
“Y/n.” His voice is stern, like a warning.
“Let’s get you to bed,” he says, starting to pull you toward the living room, his arm over your shoulders, guiding you out of the kitchen.
You try to resist physically, but it’s a ridiculous attempt. He’s much bigger, much stronger, and it’s like he doesn’t even feel your resistance.
When you’re finally out of the kitchen, you wriggle free from his hold and stop in your tracks.
You cross your arms over your chest and pout.
“Y/n, come on. You need to go to bed.”
“You hate me?” you ask, the words coming out in a soft whine.
Jungkook looks tired, resigned. He drags a hand over his face, a sigh escaping him.
“I could never hate you. But it’s better if you just go to sleep.”
“I can’t sleep now. My head is spinning. I want to sleep in your bed.”
“Y/n, I really don’t think it’s a good idea…”
You don’t let him finish, already walking toward his room, determined.
By the time Jungkook enters, you’re already sitting on his bed, making yourself comfortable, starting to settle in for the night.
“Don’t you want to change into something more comfortable?”
You look down at your clothes, your tight, uncomfortable skirt and top.
You do want something more comfortable.
You nod, and Jungkook goes to his closet, pulling out one of his oversized t-shirts and some shorts.
He hands you the clothes, but instead of taking them, you raise your hands weakly. Too tired to change on your own.
Jungkook freezes for a moment, but then steps closer, his expression softening. He helps you pull the shirt over your head, and you can see him trying to avert his gaze when your top is bare.
You wish he’d look.
He helps you slip the shirt on, guiding your arms through the sleeves.
You get up from the bed, tugging down your skirt, and it falls to the floor. But before you can sit back down, everything spins, and the world fades to black.
You’re not sure what happened, but suddenly, you’re in Jungkook’s arms.
When he asks if you’re okay, you can only blink at him.
Without hesitation, he picks you up bridal style, cradling you gently, and lays you back onto the bed.
Once you’re lying in bed, the spinning of the room starts to slow down.
“You okay?” Jungkook asks again. You hum in response, turning onto your back, away from him, and cuddle into his comforter.
“You don’t want to put some pants on?”
You turn back to face him, maybe a little too quickly for your state. “No. I hate sleeping with pants.”
Jungkook nods, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “Okay. I’m gonna go to–”
“No!” You interrupt him, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward you.
He loses his balance once again and falls right on top of you.
You wrap your arms around his middle, pulling him closer. “Sleep with me. I can’t fall asleep without you,” you whine, your voice soft but persistent.
“Y/n, I really don’t think it’s a good id–”
“It’s not what you said two weeks ago,” you fire back quickly, challenging him with your eyes.
He pushes himself away from you to sit on the bed.
He opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off. “I’m kidding! I won’t do anything.”
And just as he’s about to speak again, you quickly plead with a pout, “Pleaaaase.”
Jungkook sighs, running his fingers through his hair in resignation. “Okay.”
You scootch over to make some space for him, and he lies down on his back beside you.
“Let’s cuddle,” you say, turning your back to him and silently indicating that he’ll be the big spoon.
He turns off the lights and shifts to spoon you, his hand settling lightly over your middle, keeping an unnecessary, respectful distance between your bodies.
You want to feel more of him.
You sneakily trail your hand back, sliding it toward his dick.
But before you can reach anything, Jungkook grabs your hand and pulls it back over your body.
“No,” he says sharply.
He keeps holding your hand in his, resting it firmly on your stomach.
You lay like that quietly for a little while. But you're still not feeling quite... settled.
So, slowly, subtly, you start inching your body closer to his.
Bit by bit.
Until your back is almost completely pressed against his front.
If you hadn’t felt his body stiffen, you might’ve thought he didn’t notice. Or maybe that he’d already fallen asleep.
And—maybe you’re delusional—but you swear you feel something poking your butt.
You shift a little, press back harder, give your hips the tiniest wiggle to confirm.
“If you don’t stop right now, I’m getting out of bed and leaving.” His voice cuts through the dark, low and sharp.
You huff dramatically in annoyance.
Why does he have to ruin your fun?
Silence settles between you again.
The only sounds are your breathing and the occasional hum of the old refrigerator in the kitchen.
“You don’t find me attractive anymore?” you ask, unprompted.
Jungkook scoffs. “Of course I do. I think you’re gorgeous.”
“So… you don’t want to have sex with me anymore?”
“Of course I do,” he answers immediately, though there’s a breathiness in his voice.
“Just not like that,” he adds quietly.
“What do you mean?”
You hear Jungkook sigh behind you. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay? It’s late.”
You hum in response. And suddenly, all the tiredness you’d been resisting finally catches up to you.
You feel warm, safe, and cozy—like you could fall asleep right here, right now.
You let out a big yawn. “I think about that night a lot,” you confess softly.
“Me too,” Jungkook says quietly.
But you’re not sure if you’re already dreaming.
“You don’t remember what happened?”
You blink at him a few times, waiting for your brain to start working—trying to navigate the fog of your memories.
Little flashes from last night flicker through your mind.
You, on your knees on the kitchen floor.
You barging into his room uninvited.
Him picking you up and dropping you on his bed.
His solid, warm form behind you, lulling you into sleep.
Oh god.
What have you done?
What have you said?
This is so bad.
This is so so bad.
How did you manage to fuck up like that?
Are you really that desperate?
This is so embarrassing.
“Oh my god, Jungkook! I’m so, so sorry!”
He chuckles softly, and he actually looks a little relieved that you at least remember something.
“Don’t worry. You were cute.”
“Cute?!” you groan, burying your face in your hands. “I was a menace.”
He laughs. “Well, yeah, you were a little—a lot—to handle. But I didn’t mind.” He shrugs.
He gets up from the couch, stretches his arms above his head, then tilts his neck from side to side with a low crack.
“At least now I know why Tae hates sleeping on our couch,” he says, heading toward his room.
“I’m so sorry, Jungkook. It won’t happen again.”
He pauses at his bedroom door, turning to look back at you with a smirk.
“you’re my baby” he whispers, “my sweet girl. I’m fucking obsessed with you—your laugh, the way you blush and the way you say my name like it’s a goddam prayer”
pairing — husband dom!jungkook x wife sub!femreader
genre — established relationship, slice of life, domestic vibes, maldives vacation, married life, romance, smut, fluff
warnings/tags — 18+, explicit smut, slowburn sex, emotional and possessive love and intimacy, he is literally so obsessed with her and loves spoiling her, oral sex (f. receiving), breast play, nipple play and sucking, breast worship, making out, hickies/marking, body worship, bruising, scratching, slight pain play, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, missionary position, several orgasms, pussy inspection, fingering, clit stimulation, cum swallowing, eating out, face sitting, face riding, tongue fucking, man handling, hair fisting, dirty talk, praise kink, rough and slow paced sex, emotional sex, overstimulation, crying from pleasure, softest aftercare
wc — 3.2k
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The private jet descended towards the Maldives as you looked out the window, fingers twisting your dress nervously. Jungkook, your husband of two years, is beside you, his presence filling the space—broad shoulders and dark hair falling over his piercing dark eyes. He caught you being anxious, and his eyes darkened. He reached for your hand, his calloused hand holding yours with a warmth that grounded you.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured, voice deep, with that dominant edge that always sent a shiver through you.
“No worrying, this is our escape.” His thumb lightly caressed your knuckles. You managed a small smile, cheeks pinking as his eyes held yours in a way, like he could see everything going through your mind.
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The air in the Maldives was heavy with the smell of salt and a faint sweetness, the sand felt warm beneath your bare feet, and the constant wave of the ocean was a peaceful noise. Jungkook had gone through every detail before you guys arrived here and booked a private villa. The villa was a masterpiece, with polished floors and sleek furniture. Glass revealed the beautiful view of the beach. The bed was wrapped in a thin curtain that swayed in motion with the breeze. You stood by the window, your body clad in a sundress, inhaling the fresh air. Jungkook’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind, chest solid against your back.
“Like it, baby?” He whispered, lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine. His fingers brushed your hips with a possessive grip, claiming you. You nodded as you leaned against him, his presence and scent making you feel safe.
“It feels so magical,” you murmured softly. “It’s perfect, Ggukie.” He chuckled, a rumble that vibrated through you, so deep and rich.
“Only the best for my girl.” His arms tightened around you, a promise that expressed his fierce and tender love for you.
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The first day of your vacation started. Breakfast was a feast of ripe mangoes, croissants, and champagne. After breakfast you sat cross-legged on a cushioned chair by the beach, enjoying the sun. Your hair was loose, swaying in the breeze. Jungkook watched you, his gaze heavy, watching the way your lips closed around a slice of papaya, the juice glistening on your lips and dripping on your chin. His eyes darkened, a silent hunger in them that made your pulse quicken.
After breakfast, he insisted on visiting the resort store with you. It was full of luxury, with expensive dresses and jewelry. You trailed your hands over a rack of gowns but hesitated at the price tags. Jungkook, unbothered, selected a dress for you that clung to your curves; it was revealing enough with a low-cut neckline, making you blush. He also added shiny earrings, and an anklet made of seashell charms.
“Jungkook, this is too much.” You said, your voice small and unsure, “I don’t need all this.”
His expression shifted immediately, his eyes narrowing as a frown etched his features. He stepped closer with his towering frame and cupped your cheek, tilting your face to meet his gaze, your heart thudding, lips parted.
“Sweetheart,” he said firmly, his voice laced with a warmth that dimmed this commanding tone.
“I love spoiling you. Don’t ever take that from me,” he rasped, his thumb brushing over your lower lip, your breath catching, his intense eyes making your knees weak.
“You are my wife, my baby. Let me show you how much you mean to me.”
You nodded with a racing heart, your cheeks pinking, and he let out a hum of approval, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Good girl,” he murmured, the words sending a tremor through you, an ache between your legs just from his words.
By the time you left, your arms were heavy with bags, and Jungkook’s smile was wide and satisfied, his hand rested on the small of your back, possessive and claiming, guiding you out of the store.
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You both decided to swim. Jungkook made sure it was only the two of you in the secluded area, as always spoiling you. The sand felt warm and tingly under your feet, the water crystal clear. You had chosen a flimsy white bikini, and its fabric was thin and daring. You stepped onto the beach, feeling self-conscious because of how revealing it was. The top barely containing the swell of your soft, full breasts, your nipples hardened against the damp fabric, their outline visible. The panty hinted at the shape of your pussy beneath. You tugged at the straps, your heart pounding. Even though there was no one on the beach except Jungkook, you still felt a bit uncomfortable, not used to being this exposed, but Jungkook’s reaction stopped you.
His dark eyes scanned you from top to bottom, his jaw tightened, “Fuck, baby,” he growled, closing the distance between you both with two long strides, his hands gripping your waist with a grip that made you shiver.
“Look at you… so fucking unreal.” His fingers skimmed the sensitive skin of your cleavage; you gasped, the simple touch sending a spark straight to your core.
“I’m so jealous of how this hugs your curve, when I should be the one doing it,” he said lowly. Your breasts rose and fell with pants from his words, his eyes locked on them, almost hypnotized.
“Your tits…” His thumb grazed your nipple through the fabric; you let out a gasp, arching into him. Your hand falling on his bare chest to steady yourself, your legs going weak
“And this,” he continued, his hand sliding over your bare back before he cups your pussy mound over the bikini. You gasped out his name with a tremble, “Show me exactly what’s mine.”
“Ggukie,” you whispered, your voice shaky with embarrassment, slick pooling between your legs. He smirked, leaning down to capture your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue tangling with yours, the taste of salt and him overwhelming you as you gripped onto his shoulder, breasts on his hard chest.
“Don’t hide, sweetheart,” he grunts against your mouth. He breathes hotly against your parted lips. “You are so fucking gorgeous, and I want to see all of you.”
He carried you towards the beach; the water was cool and warm against your skin. Jungkook held you close, his arms strong and unyielding, legs wrapped around his waist as you floated together. The moment was peaceful; you both remained quiet, savoring the feel of each other intertwined underneath the water.
His hands soon started roaming all over your body, slipping beneath the water to cup your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples through the bikini, the wet fabric making the touch even more intense as you let out a soft “hah” in the air.
“God, I love how sensitive you are,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. He pinched your nipples gently, rolling them between his fingers, and you cried out, “Ggukie!”
His eyes darkened at the breathy call of his name, your legs tightening around his waist. His cock hard and pressing against your stomach
“That’s it, baby; let me hear you.” Your moans—were his obsession, the way you whimpered along with those gasps, and the pleas of his name that spilled from your lips. “Fuck your noises... baby, they drive me insane.”
His words bring out yet another uncontrollable mewl from you, grinding against his swim trunks that held his erection, instinctively, earning a low growl from him.
“Keep that up, sweetheart, and we won’t make it back to the villa,” he warned, but his hands never stopped, as if he wanted to see how far you could go, teasing your nipples until your body was trembling. Your head tipped back against his shoulder.
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Back in the villa, the air was thick with desire. The scent of salt lingered on your skin, mingling with the scent of your arousal. His touches were rough as he guided you to the bed, the sheets cool against your heated skin.
He stood before you shirtless, his muscles wet with a faint sheen of sweat, his eyes locked on yours. You looked at him, panting with a racing heart, the darkness of his gaze promising pleasure and so much more.
“Lie back, sweet girl,” he commanded. You obeyed, sinking into the plush blankets, your pulse wild. He knelt between your legs, his hands spreading your thighs. He took off your panties, and you gasped, trying to close your legs, but he held you open, your strength nothing compared to his.
He gazed at your pussy, bare and glistening; the cool air brushed against your slick folds, making your clit throb. His intense gaze on your pussy, like he was inspecting you
“Ggukie, please,” you whined, your voice trembling, your thighs twitching, his fingers pressed against the soft flesh, his eyes glinting darkly, wanting to worship you.
“Don’t hide this from me, baby,” he uttered lowly, his voice laced with authority. “You are fucking perfect.”
His fingers traced your folds, his touch featherlight, and you gasped, hips bucking, “mhmm.” Your pussy was swollen and slick; the scent of your arousal made Jungkook snarl.
“So wet, so goddamn beautiful,” he murmured, his thumb brushing your clit, the contact sending a shock through you. “Ahhmm gosh,” you panted, your hand gripping the sheets.
“Look at this pretty pussy, made just for me.” His words made you squirm, your shyness fading due to the heat and need in your core. He slid a finger inside you, the penetration slow, making you utter a shaky moan as your walls fluttered around him, warm and tight.
“Fuck, you are so tight.” He groaned and added a second finger, the slight burn mixing with pleasure making you let out a desperate sob.
“Please, Ggukie.” Your breathless desperation made his jaw clench. He curled his fingers, stroking that spot deep inside; you arched off the bed, a cry tearing from your throat as you fisted the sheets.
“That’s it, sweetheart, let go,” he said, his voice rough, his eyes remaining locked on your face as he drinks in your every reaction and noise. Your pleasure fueled him almost like he was the one experiencing it. His free hand palmed his cock through his swim pants, the hardness almost painful, his knuckles whitened from how hard he gripped himself.
“You’re so fucking sexy like this, falling apart for me.” His fingers moved faster, in and out, slicked with your arousal; the wet sounds mingled with your cries.
The intensity peaked when he pulled you onto his lap, guiding you to straddle his face. Your cheeks burned, the position exposing you completely, but his hands were impatient and demanding, pulling you down until your dripping pussy hovered over his mouth. The heat of his breath teasing your sodden clit causes you to let out a mewl.
“Sit, baby,” he ordered, his voice firm, and the command sent a fresh wave of arousal through you. “I want to taste every fucking inch of you.”
You lowered yourself with a trembling gasp and parted lips, his tongue flicked out, licking the entirety of your pussy, crying out his name instantly, gripping the headboard for support. His groan vibrated through your pussy, the sensation making you shake.
“Fuck, you taste like heaven,” he growls, his hands gripping your hips, controlling your movements, encouraging you to move and grind harder on his tongue. He wants you to use his face the way he wants you to. His tongue was relentless, lapping your folds, savoring the sweet taste of you.
He teased your clit with quick flicks, your thighs quivering, your moans loud and unrestrained. A keening “ohh nghh, ggukie” came out of your drooling mouth, your hands tangled in his hair, pulling, making him growl against your pussy.
“Grind on me baby” he urged, his lips brushing your clit, “use my face like a good needy girl, fuck it”
You obeyed, your hips rolling, and the friction of his tongue against your clit was overwhelming, each flick of this tongue sending you closer to the edge. He plunged his tongue inside you, thick and hot, fucking your cunt with slow, deep thrusts, his mouth consuming you almost entirely as he drinks from you like a starved man. Tears pricked your eyes, the pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain, a sob breaking free, your body shaking. His other hand stroked his cock, your movements and noises driving him wild with need.
“God, you are so fucking perfect.” His voice muffled in your pussy, his lips slick with you. He sucked your clit gently, and you gasped, almost lifting off his mouth, but his demanding hands didn’t let you move, not even an inch, his fingers bruising as he forced you to ride his tongue. “No more, it’s too much, Ggukie.”
He acted like he didn’t hear you and kept going until your vision blurred and the coil tightened in your stomach. When you came, it was with a wail, your pussy pulsing against his mouth, your arousal coating his lips. You trembled, supported by his hands as he continued lapping at your release, drawing out pained gasps from you, his hands soothing your trembling thighs.
Jungkook laid you back, his patience running out, barely giving you time to breathe. He freed his cock, the sight stealing your breath—thick, veined, head flushed with need and precum. You felt a fresh rush of arousal, your pussy clenching around nothing at the thought of him inside you.
He kissed you first, his lips soft and demanding, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth. He trailed kisses down your neck and collarbone, sucking gently, leaving faint marks with the graze of his teeth. When he reached your breasts, he lingered, sucking your nipples until they were swollen and sensitive, each pull of his mouth and teeth drawing moans and whimpers from you, his cock twitching from your noises.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with raw emotion, “my sweet girl, my everything.”
He positioned himself between your legs, his cock brushing your entrance, the heat of it brushing your entrance, making you moan. Your hands clutched his shoulders, your hips bucking.
“Feel how much I want you,” he growled, dragging the head of his cock through your wetness, coating himself. The slick sound pinking your cheeks as you looked away, panting with warm cheeks
“Ggukie, please,” you begged desperately, and he smiled. He leaned down to kiss you again roughly, his tongue tangling with yours, a fight he always wins.
He pushed himself inside you slowly, making you cry out his name, “ggukiee.”
The stretch burned deliciously, his heavy and thick cock filling you inch by inch; the sensation was overwhelming. Your pussy fluttered around him, warm and tight as you took him inside you fully.
“Oh, mm, fuck,” you moaned, your nails pressed on his back, leaving red trails, and he groaned, a low, primal sound.
“God, I love that.” He growled, his eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the delicious sting of your scratches. “Mark me, baby; show me I’m yours.”
He moved slowly with deep thrusts; the wet sounds of him fucking you filled the room, mingling with your breathy and whiny moans.
“You feel like fucking heaven,” he said roughly, gripping your hips, guiding you to meet his thrusts the way he wants to, making you feel like he is in control of your body as well. It made you even more aroused, if that was even possible. “So tight, so wet, all for me.”
His dirty talk fueled your arousal more; you trembled, and sharp “ohs” and “ahs” left your mouth with each thrust of his cock inside your pussy. His eyes remained on your face, memorizing all your reactions.
“My perfect girl” His lips brushed your earlobe, and he bit it softly, making you whimper, “You take my cock so well, like you were fucking made for it.”
You sobbed, your back arching with your pussy clenching around him; being filled by him over and over again is pushing you closer.
“That’s it, baby, milk me, fuck.” He grunts, his thrusts get faster and more forceful, each one deep; he hits that spot inside you that makes you see stars.
He worshiped your body like you were his goddess. He squeezed your bouncing breasts, his thumbs pinching your nipples until you were writhing, the dual sensation too much for you. He left small marks all over your neck, marking you, while never stopping his relentless thrusts.
Your sobs and moans grew louder and shakier, and it drove him wild, his cock twitching inside you. You both came together, your orgasm crashed through you hard, a wail tearing from your throat as you clung to him, sobbing, your nails digging into his skin. He grunts, filling you with spurts and spurts of his own release, his teeth biting your shoulder.
“Are you okay, my baby?” He asks, and he gently pulls out of you, bringing you into his arms. You nod, too tired to speak up, just enjoying his presence. Your pussy was achy and throbbing, dripping with his release, but you felt so good.
You rested on his chest, a small smile tucked on the corner of your lips; his heartbeat steady against your cheeks.
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Aftercare has always been your favorite with your husband. Jungkook cleaned you with a warm cloth gently; his touch felt soothing against your sensitive, raw skin.
The room was quiet; only the distant waves could be heard and the sound of both of your breathing mingling together, the air still heavy with the smell of sex and salt. He kissed your forehead softly, lips lingering, your body tired but heart full.
“Sweetheart,” he hums, his voice soothing yet thick with emotion, “you’re my entire world, you know that, don’t you?”
His fingers drew small patterns on your back, grounding you to him, his words making you shiver, “I would burn the whole world down to give you everything.”
You whimpered at his words as you looked at him with glistening eyes, his love for you overwhelming, “Ggukie, you already give me everything.”
“You make me feel so loved... so whole,” you whispered, your own voice trembling with feeling.
His eyes softened, a rare crack in his dominant facade, reserved just for you; he never lets anyone see him so vulnerable and open.
“You’re my baby,” he whispers, “my sweet girl. I’m fucking obsessed with you—your laugh, the way you blush, and the way you say my name like it’s a goddamn prayer.”
He kissed you slow and deep, his lips hungry, proving all his devotion for you: “I will never stop wanting you, never stop needing you.”
You buried your face in his chest, feeling overwhelmed. You traced the scratches you made on his back, your silent claim on him. “I love you,” you murmured, breath fanning his chest, and he held you tighter, as if he never wanted to let you go.
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The next few days, the vacation passed like a dream neither one of you wanted to end, and it was filled with moments of comfort and connection. Each day brought something new—watching sunsets together, sharing dinners under the night sky, and small, quiet, intimate moments. But that one night stood out the most, the sound of the waves in the background and the way he held you so completely, as if nothing else mattered. That moment forever etched into your heart, his love for you deeper than any ocean in the world.
