Summary: Jungkook. It’s only a name you learn after your son kicks his ball over the fence. Before that you only knew him as the hot new neighbour who mows his lawn topless. And though you have no intention of getting to know him anymore than that, inevitably you do. You don’t necessarily fall, it’s too slow for that, but you definitely develop feelings you don’t intend to feel. Because you know men like him, and you know that whatever you’re feeling, he’s probably not feeling the same. All the same, however hard you try, you can’t help yourself.
Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Genre: fluff; angst; smut; single mum reader
Word count: 20.6k
Warnings: Single mum, small fights, explicit sexual content, oral (f receiving), safe penetrative sex, reader thinks Jungkook is cheating/playing the field, angst, but also fluff, child gets injured (though not seriously), talks of cuts and a small amount of blood.
Additional Drabbles!
Authors Note: Happy Saturday! Hope you’re having a nice weekend so far :)
“Ask him to mow your lawn.”
“What? Rosie, why would I –”
“Because look at your lawn, Y/N,” she twists to look at you with a flat face before looking back out your front window with dreamy eyes. “And then look at him.”
You look at the man in question, every glistening, no-tee-shirt-on, tattooed sleeved, square inch of him. Ok, so maybe you get her point a little. Still, you’re not about agree with her.
“I can mow,” you defend yourself instead. “And my lawns not that bad.”
“But can you mow like him?”
“Anyone can mow like him. He’s literally just going up and down the grass.”
“Y/N. Please. Just look at that body.”
“I thought you wanted me to look at his mowing.”
You catch her rolling her eyes as you twist to sit properly on your sofa, no longer wanting to objectify your new neighbour. You don’t even know his name and yet you’re already ogling at the beads of sweat that roll down the many abs he’s sporting. The feminist in you is ashamed.
“It takes a trilogy to tell this story. It is a story of love, friendship, the hardships of being young and unexpected encounters. Experience the tingling butterflies of a summer’s love unexpected, witness the significance one little mistake can have on the lives of others and feel the exciting sparks of a love so strong it could move mountains.
Find out what it means to grow up, what it takes to find yourself and how to make the best out of your granted time on earth.”
“You always thought of your life as nothing exciting. Small town, stable job at the local diner, a roof over your head and nice friends. It didn’t take much to make you happy. But that all changes with the arrival of Jeon Jungkook, mysterious biker with dark hair, tattooed skin and a preference for leather jackets. It doesn’t take long for you to realise that life has so much more in store for you and Jungkook is happy to show you all of it…”
Pairing: Jungkook x f. Reader
Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Diner!AU, Biker Gang!AU, Smut, Romance
~ To the Chapter Index ~
“Two months on the road with Jungkook and his friends and you couldn’t be happier about your life. You spend your days laughing, dancing and rolling around the sheets with the boy of your dreams, all whilst visiting beautiful places.
But your idyllic life soon changes, when Taehyungs past catches up with him, putting not only him, but your entire gang in danger. Can the group get through his betrayal and if so can you outrun the danger before it is too late?”
Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader, Yoongi x Jimin
Genre: Biker Gang!AU, Road Trip!AU, Smut, Romance, Hurt and Comfort
~ To the Chapter Index ~
“Snippets out of the adventure, you and Jungkook call “your life together”. This is a collection of drabbles all in the name of The Cocktail Trilogy couple. They all play after the events of the main story.”
Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, slice of life!AU, established relationship!AU, domestic!AU, tattoo artist!Jungkook, restaurant owner!OC
“When Jungkook is busy playing video games, but you want him to play with you instead.”
Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: domestic!AU, Smut
Warnings: gamer!Jungkook, tattooed & pierced!Jungkook, domish!Jungkook, action in his gaming chair ohoho, major edging (f.recieving), breast worship, nipple play, marking, oral (f.recieving), rimjobs, anal & vaginal fingering, strength kink, mentions of his thighs in those black shorts, vaginal sex, anal sex, multiple orgasms (f.recieving), anal creampies, a lil bit of dirty talk, snuggles afterwards, this is just jerk off material ngng
Wordcount: 5.5k
a/n: This is inspired by this look and my aching thirst which resulted out of it. I also have no idea why I combined this with gamer!Kook vibes, but I just needed to write something about him. It was unavoidable. Enjoy besties, this is so horny hahaha 🥴🧡
You had a fight earlier today. You wanted Mexican for dinner. Jungkook wanted Chinese. You fought about what to get, calling the other a big meanie for not caving in. You also called each other unfair. While you insisted that you already caved in way more times than Jungkook did, Jungkook insisted the complete opposite (truth was you both equally caved in in the past, you were just hungry, whiney babies back then).
You ended up eating separately. You went out for some Mexican food with Jimin, while Jungkook stayed at home ordering Chinese.
“Kook, I’m home”, you announce yourself, sticking your head into his atelier. He also uses it as his office, his gaming office to be more exact. The main lights are turned off, only his neatly placed LED strips and treasured galaxy lamp are lighting up the room. Those and his three massive screens, which he uses for gaming. They give a bluish hue to his features and hair while the rest of the room is held in pink and purples with the occasional green, red and blue from the galaxy lamp.
“Kook?” you try again upon not getting an answer.
The keyboard clicks under his fingers, his headphones let out the faintest of gunshots. He is murmuring something which is clearly meant for his gaming partners. Something along the line of “yeah I’m heading west, the tank’s still outside, you can take it.”
He most definitely doesn’t hear you. So you make your way to him and tap his shoulder. He turns his head just enough that he can look at you. He seems less pissed then when you left but still not entirely over it. Neither do you.
“I’m back”, you say.
“Hey, how was dinner?"
"Good”, you eye the empty take out containers on his desk, “how was yours?"
"Good.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
“Fine."
”Fine yeah.“
"Yeah."
Jungkook huffs out air. You huff out air.
He turns back to his game with a little pout on his lips. He is playing Battleground. You’ve watched him play that game before, this is why you know its name.
"I’m gonna take a bath now”, you say, “you don’t plan on stopping soon, do you?"
"No, take your time.”
“I will."
"Good.”
“Good, I will.”
“Yeah, do it. I hope you relax”, Jungkook spits.
“Oh, trust me, I will”, you throw back, pick up his trash to clean it for him and then stomp out of the room.
“I could have cleaned that myself”, he calls after you oh so angrily.
“Well, I decided to do it for you”, you hiss.
“Thank you”, he growls.
“You’re welcome”, you throw back and then close the door on him.
‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.
‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Toxic friends, reader learns to love herself, cuss words, accidental boners, some mean comments about reader from her friends and Kooks bestie who hates YN.
‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: After being tired of feeling insecure you decided to take your friends advice and hit the gym. The only problem is you don’t know what to do, but luckily the very muscular and scary guy next to you offered to teach you a couple things. He just also happens to be the sweetest man you’ve ever met and not scary at all. You catch yourself falling in love with him on your journey of self love, but old insecurities stop you from doing anything about it.
‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: muscle pig!Jungkook, strangers to lovers au, fluff, angst, college au, very enthusiastic kook, shy chubby reader, self hatred to self love au.
‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Toxic friends, reader learns to love herself, cuss words, accidental boners, some mean comments about reader from her friends and Kooks bestie who hates YN.
‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: After being tired of feeling insecure you decided to take your friends advice and hit the gym. The only problem is you don’t know what to do, but luckily the very muscular and scary guy next to you offered to teach you a couple things. He just also happens to be the sweetest man you’ve ever met and not scary at all. You catch yourself falling in love with him on your journey of self love, but old insecurities stop you from doing anything about it.
↠ Summary: Chuseok, it’s all about getting together with family to share stories and good food. To thank ancestors, trade gifts . . . and have I mention all the amazing food yet?
But when your husband Jungkook packs up the car and drives you and your adorable infant daughter to Busan for the festivities, suddenly Chuseok is the last thing on your mind when Jungkook’s hard cock is only inches away from your warm mouth.
↠ Warnings: blow jobs, bath sex, public sex, jk likes to be called daddy, he also has a thing for pregnancy tits, finger fucking, breast fucking, age gap, mentions of surgical procedures and a birth condition.
"Oh honey look at the view, it's absolutely gorgeous!"
Peering out of the hotel's window you look down at the golden sands of Songjeong beach, the gentle waves lapping against the shore and seagulls squawking in the distance, the familiar and comforting song of the beach side. The sky is adorned in shades of yellow, orange and pink, bright bold colours reflected back on the darkening tide. A few beach goers walk along soft sands, resembling ants rather than humans from this high up.
Sliding the door open you walk onto the intimate patio area, the air smells warm and slightly salty but the closeness to the shore makes you shiver as a cool breeze blows past.
"Welcome to Busan baby." Strong affectionate arms wrap tightly around your waist as your husband Jungkook rests his chin on your shoulder. His warm breath tickles your cheek which instantly brings a smile to your face. You take a deep breath, Jungkook's muguet and rose cologne is mixed with his natural scent, slightly tinged with the unmistakable musk of sweat.
It had been a long day, travelling in your Hyundai Avante from Seoul to Busan with a 6 month old infant during Chuseok - probably not the best idea the two of you had ever had - but Jungkook had wanted to show you the sights of South Korea as you had never travelled out of it's main center - Seoul and you were whipped pretty hard for the man one year prior you had exchanged vows and rings with.
"Babababa." You both turn immediately when the angelic babbles of your daughter traveled outside.
Stepping back inside the hotel room, you slide the door shut and follow Jungkook to the lounge area. Two maroon couches face one another separated by a wooden coffee table, a large wide-screen TV sits high on the dividing room wall. Beige swirled concrete tiles sit coolly under your bare feet, while overhead an extravagant light shade drowns the room in it's yellow glow. You watch with a loving smile on your face as Jungkook bends down and unclips the straps of the car seat and then lifts your daughter Nari into his arms.
Nothing tugs at your heart strings more than seeing your husband gaze lovingly at Nari - and you didn't think it was possible for someone to love another human as much as Jungkook loves his daughter. He had cried when the nurse returned to the small curtained off triage room to announce your pregnancy test had come back positive. Jungkook tried to hide it at first, sniffing quietly, lips quivering as he smiled but once the first tear slipped he couldn't hold back any longer.
"I'm going to be a Dad." He choked up, blinking back his glossy eyes, "I've always wanted to be a Dad, I'm so fucking happy."
Jungkook had bowed deeply towards you, while you may have not been Korean yourself or truly wrapped your head around all of the social expectations, you knew bowing so deeply meant total respect and honor. From that day on he had treated you like royalty and when your daughter was born she became his little Princess.
"Ooohh I think someone needs a diaper change." Jungkook spun towards you, bopping Nari up and down in his arms, a silly lopsided smirk on his face.
"Well there is her diaper bag," You pointed towards the small pile of luggage sitting near the large double bed, "Growing that chunky little baby for 9 months destroyed my bladder and I need to pee really bad. Good luck super Dad."
You quickly ran off to the small bathroom leaving Jungkook to deal with the diaper change. The tell tale sign of his toe socked feet shuffled to outside the bathroom door, a small knock followed seconds later. "But mummy, appa has been driving all day and is tired so I really want you to do it instead." You rolled your eyes at Jungkook's terrible baby impersonation, his voice high pitched and exaggerated.
You finished up and opened the door, nearly walking straight into Jungkook who still had that smirk on his face.
"Let's do it together huh? I know how much it turns you on to see me doing my fatherly duties." He wagged his eyebrow at you then turned and ambled towards the large bed.
"Ugh, you're such a gross idiot sometimes babe." You dragged yourself into the room just as Jungkook laid Nari on the soft mattress. You kneeled at the end of the bed beside Jungkook and rummaged around in the diaper bag, placing a fresh diaper, wet wipes and diaper disposal bag next to your squirmy, chubby baby.
"Thanks my love." Jungkook pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before getting to work in changing Nari. He was correct though, seeing him embrace fatherhood was incredibly sexy, he did everything with such focus and determination, wanting to be the best father he could be.
"Do you feel better now hmm? That was a big poop, how can someone so small produce something so huge? That smell was quite something though." He redid the clasps on her green frilly romper, stamped with precious daisies all over, adjusted her beige crotched socks and then pulled her against his chest, nuzzling into her head of thick black hair.
"We made a cute baby huh? When do you think we can try for another one? I want you barefoot and pregnant all the time, your tits get so fucking huge when you're pregnant." Jungkook looked up at you with his big innocent doe eyes pleading as you placed a bottle of water on the side table for him.
Nari was very loveable. She was a chubby baby, arms and legs decorated with adorable rolls and creases. Her cheeks were puffy and soft and reminded you of a strawberry and cream mochi. She had big, wide curious eyes and surprisingly faint eyebrows that sat above. Her nose sat small and flat in the center of her face, one side was slightly lopsided, a nostril bigger than the other. Below sat her small pouty mouth, the left side of her top lip pulled towards her nose, the same side that had the larger nostril. A pink scar attached the two.
During a routine ultrasound it was discovered Nari had a cleft lip. Jungkook being the amazing human being he was spent the night comforting and reassuring you, as you wrapped yourself around him tightly and cried until you passed out.
The day of the surgery was a nerve wrecking one. You both paced the corridors of the hospital, filled up on way too much disgustingly bland hospital coffee and begrudgingly cursed yourself for having given up smoking years before as the hot, rich hit of nicotine would have eased your nerves immensely. Seeing your four month old baby in the recovery area was hard, her little arms placed into splints, clear plastic tubing seemingly appearing from everywhere and her mouth swollen and bloody. But she was strong and recovered well (even with being forced to wear arm splints for three weeks)
Nari's fingers tugged on the thick hoop earrings that dangled from Jungkook's ear, he chuckled and quickly removed her hand bringing it to his mouth and nibbling gently.
"You really need to change them, she'll pull them out one day, and you know I don't do well with blood." You observed, as you plopped bellyside down on the bed, resting your head against your crossed arms.
It quickly became a game, Nari grabbing onto a hoop, then Jungkook carefully removing her surprisingly strong little grip.
"I think you may be right." He replied when Nari tug hard, both Jungkook and yourself wincing.
He bought her hand to his face and brushed her soft skin against his own. She smelled like baby oil and dried milk powder, a scent that quickly became a favourite for you both. Her little fingers touched the scar that was etched into the side of Jungkook's face as she explored her father's features. He in return gently thumbed the scar between her nose and mouth.
"We both have scars on our faces, we match." His deep voice whispered.
Your heart swelled with love witnessing the sweet moment between father and daughter. "Whenever you're ready Jungkook." You blurted out loudly.
He looked at you confused, head quickly tilting to the side.
"Baby, a baby. Yes. When you're ready let's try for another." You groaned internally at your awkwardness.
His eyes widened more than you thought was possible and he let out a humorous noise, a cross between a scoff and a chuckle. His eyes crinkled shut and his nose scrunched as his smile grew big, "Yeah?" He gawked at you, eyes glittering with excitement.
"Yeah. Just maybe not bare foot and pregnant all the time okay? Maybe. . one or . . two more times?" You mumbled, suddenly feeling nervous under his gaze.
"Fuck yes!! Big ol' pregnant titties, I can't wait."
With Nari tucked into her black and white polka dot pyjama set, and a belly full of puréed rice porridge and formula, Jungkook carefully placed her into the travel crib pushed against the double bed. He tucked the lightweight blanket around his daughter and kissed her lovingly on the forehead.
You sprawled out along the couch in the living space, feet dangling off the arm rest. Jungkook approached with a knowing gleam in his eyes. He was dressed in a matching dark green see through knit pyjama set, his black bangs hung over his eyes which hid the shiny silver barbell that was pierced into his eyebrow. The jelwery matched the lip piercing he had got on an impulse after drinking with his friends one debauched night.
Jungkook stood confidently in front of you and held his hand out, "Come on jagiya, let daddy make you feel good hmm?"
"Daddy?!" You smirked, swinging your legs around and allowing yourself to be pulled up and then pushed close against his body, arms wrapped loosely around his neck as his tattooed hands massaged your lower back with just the right amount of pressure to make you hum in delight.
"So I take it you have some kind of impregnation kink now or something? Daddy? I'm older than you Jungkook, I'm not calling you daddy."
His hands roamed downwards and slipped past the waist of your red and black plaid pyjama pants, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh of your ass. His nose bumped into your own as he moved his thin, chapped lips against your mouth, kissing you slowly and deeply. Your hands rushed to the locks which were shorter at the back and sides of his head, fingers running firmly over the sensitive skin of his scalp.
Jungkook broke the kiss, "I bet I'll have you calling me daddy before the night is through. . Hey what?!"
You pushed against his firm, muscular chest and took a step back, cocking an eyebrow at him. He was such a idiot at times. Your sexy, hot, tattooed idiot.
"I really want to try out that tub. ." You motioned towards the patio space outside.
At one end of the enclosed patio was a small square table with matching chairs. The other was a deep rectangular bathtub, the taps and shower head were mounted onto the green and blue tiled wall above the wood enclosed porcelain tub. A tiled wall reached knee high, a dark blue tinted glass railing ran along the rest of the way, providing privacy from the streets below.
Jungkook sauntered past, flinging the sliding door open a bit too enthusiastically, as it opened with a loud donk. You followed him out and dragged a chair closer to the tub, sitting to watch as he filled the tub with warm water. Jungkook ran back inside to the bedroom and returned with a bottle of bubble bath and a heart shaped rose decorated bath bomb. Jungkook dropped the rose geranium and lemon scented bath bomb into the water and watched as it fizzed and dissolved, leaving the water a milky white shade. He then squeezed a good dollop of bubble bath underneath the steady stream of water and immediately bubbles began to form.
"Jungkook! That was supposed to be a gift for your eomma!" You laughed as a guilty smile spread across his face.
"We'll pick something else up before we head over tomorrow, don't worry about it." He brushed off your comment, choosing to focus on the rising waters instead. When he was happy with the depth of water he shut the tap off and walked back inside, switching off all the interior lights plunging the patio into complete darkness.
Jungkook returned with just his bottoms on and yanked them down when he approached the tub, throwing them carelessly to the side. His gorgeous cock was semi hard, hanging thick and long underneath a small tuff of black pubic hair. Your eyes travelled over his body, wide shoulders with strong arms, a tiny waist and thick muscular thighs. He had a set of impressive abs, the result of hours in the gym and pretty little brown nipples. Small dark moles decorated his tan skin like the twinkling stars of the milky way; under his bottom lip, one on his neck, two on his thigh, along his cheek and nose, plus a few on his arms and hands.
Jungkook slid into the bubbly water and groaned, his head dropping back against the edge of the tub, "Come in baby, the water feels great." He cupped his hands together and squirted water in your direction, water splashing against your white tank top.
"Jeeze thanks babe." You chuckled as you inspected the damage. You cautiously peered around, eyes searching for any potential witnesses to what was about to happen.
Jungkook just laughed, "No one can see us out here, I turned all the lights off. It's too dark. Now hurry up and get that beautiful ass in here, daddy wants bath cuddles."
You glared at your husband and slowly inched your way towards the sliding door, "Okay, okay no more daddy talk." Jungkook sniggered, his arms resting on the edge of the tub.
Satisfied you quickly pulled your pyjama bottoms down and climbed into the deep tub, sitting snug against Jungkook's front, your body melting into his. You both sat like that for a while, enjoying the sounds of waves crashing against the shore like a hypnotising lullaby. The heat of the warm bubbling water turning your skin a deep flushed pink. You could feel Jungkook's nose brush against your hair as he took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your rosemary and mint shampoo. It was one of your husband’s many endearing quirks.
Jungkook's arms dropped into the water and his hands moved to your thighs, caressing over the wet skin. His touch moved further up your legs until he reached your pussy, rubbing gently over your core, soaking wet cotton underwear clinging against your folds. His touch never changed from the ghostly soft caress, enough to know he was touching you, but not enough to get you off. Jungkook's intention was to work you up until you were begging for his cock.
His lips sucked and nipped against your neck, the stainless steel ring in his lip cool against your hot, flushed skin. A large hand snaked underneath the white tank top that was soaking wet, practically translucent and clinging to your curvy breasts. Jungkook clasped onto your flesh, massaging the wet skin while continuing to kiss along your neck. He took your nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched hard, causing you to gasp loudly into the quiet Busan night from his rough but exciting touch.
"Shhh babe you need to be quiet or someone will hear us. Can you do that for me hmm?"
"Yes, ahhh Jungkook." You quietly whimpered as he twist your swollen nipple in the way he knew you loved, not enough to hurt but to get electric sparks rolling through your body and straight to your aching core.
You let out a small whine when his hands left your body, but it wasn't for long. He tugged the bottom of your tank top up and over your breasts, freeing them into the pleasant Autumn breeze, you helped by raising your arms and allowed him to remove the top completely. Immediately both of his hands came to your breasts, pushing the mounds of flesh together.
"Fuck I'd love to see my cock in between those tits." He breathed heavy against your ear, watching the way the bubbles floated across the surface of the water every time he let go and then pushed them together again.
You turned your head to face Jungkook and brought your lips to his mouth sighing into the kiss. "I think you like my tits more than you like me." You giggled against his mouth, biting his bottom lip playfully.
"They are a pretty good I will admit, but I love you most of all." Jungkook brushed his nose against yours tenderly, his dilated pupils peeking out through the dark lashes he was blessed with. The kisses between you and Jungkook became deeper and more passionate, warm tongues meeting to tease, breath becoming hot, bodies flush against one another.
"Jungkook mmm I want your cock, please." You whined as his fingers ran up and down your folds, teasing the sensitive skin, but never entering your desperate core.
"Yeah? How do you want it baby?" He pushed in his middle finger, groaning from how tight your walls clenched around his digit.
"My tits . . an. . and my mouth. . ohhh. ." Your plea is cut off when Jungkook adds another finger and begins to fuck you a little awkwardly, the movement restricted drastically by the tight underwear his hand is stuffed into.
Jungkook pulls out slowly and you feel him move from behind you, the water in the tub sloshing around and splashing on the tiled floor as Jungkook sits on the edge of the tub, his back resting against the wall. You're aware of the sound of water dripping against the cool tile, the white noise of a muffled television from the room next door and cars driving past in the distance, but all you can focus on is the thumping of your heartbeat as you gaze up at your gorgeous husband, naked as the day he was born. Wet and glistening, cock hard and inviting.
You slide yourself between his spread legs and take his length in your hand, it's hot and heavy and you can feel a warm, tingling sensation move from your abdomen down to your clit. Jungkook sighs when you press a kiss against the head of his cock, your lips locked in a sinful pout. You begin to pump his length slowly, making sure to jiggle your tits with each stroke of your hand. While your hand continues to jerk him off, the other starts to play with his balls. Gentle touches, running back and forth over the seam.
You run your flattened tongue up the underside of his cock from the base to the tip, slowly inch by inch, flicking your muscle around the head in the way you know drives him crazy. Opening wide you push your lips down his cock until you feel a slight pressure on the back of your throat, your cue to pull back and then bob down on his length again. Jungkook places his tattooed hand on the top of your head, fingers fisting into your hair as you continue to massage his shaft with your tongue. You swallow hard around Jungkook's cock, it feels so perfect inside of your tight throat. Your face flushes at the thought.
A slight tug at your hair breaks you from your inner perverted thoughts and you try to suppress a groan when you see the sight of your husband, eyes closed, mouth parted as he pants and moans, his cheeks a bright red.
Part of the thrill of what you're doing is that you could be caught. Even though the lights are off and there is a tinted glass barrier, the minute either of you lose yourself to the pleasure and raise your voice, it would be obvious what is going on. But that's what makes it so exciting. The image of Jungkook clamping his hand over your mouth when you come to muffle your moans makes your clit throb and tingle.
Jungkook soothed a finger over your cheekbone as he slowly pulled out of your mouth, spit clinging from his tip to your lower lip. His drew his thumb along your lip and smeared the liquid all over plush flesh.
"Push your tits together." He ordered, moving closer to the edge of the tub. Raising yourself higher on your hunches, you held your breasts hard against each other. You waited, chest heaving with anticipation as Jungkook took hold of his hard length and slapped it down against the top of your flesh. Jungkook then circled your nipple with the head of his cock, precum smearing against the wet skin. He smacked your tits again, watching with eagle eyes as the flesh wobbled from the movement.
"Holy fuck jagiya." Jungkook hissed as he slid his cock between your breasts, the deep red swollen tip peaking out from the top. You lowered yourself down, exposing more of his gorgeous glistening shaft, then pushing yourself back up, fucking his cock with your tits at a steady pace.
"Do you like that . . /sigh/. . daddy?" You cringed internally at the silly pet name, but the throbbing cock trapped between your flesh let you know Jungkook had enjoyed hearing the words slip from your lips.
"Fuck, fuck. Get up babe." Jungkook quickly slid back into the bath, water once again sploshing over onto the floor.
Your knee accidentally knocked against his balls as you manoeuvred yourself into his lap, "Oh my god, I'm sorry hun." You laughed nervously, kissing softly over his cheeks and the tip of his nose.
"Jagiya if you didn't want to call me daddy you just didn't need to say it, no need for the violence." He smirked as you cupped his balls in your hands and softly massaged the delicate flesh, whispering small apologises into his ear.
After making sure you hadn't caused any damage and he was good to go you began to rock your wet slit up and down his cock as you relaxed against his chest. You always felt safe and secure around Jungkook, he may have been younger than you were but he was staunchly protective of the little family you had made together.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against Jungkook's. His lips fit perfectly against your own as he deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips to explore your open mouth. Jungkook's hands slid down your wet back and he gripped on tight to your waist, tugging you nearer, both desperate to be as close as possible. Reaching down between your legs, you lined Jungkook's cock to your pussy and then sunk down, groaning because of the sudden fullness.
"Shhhh, not so loud baby." His voice was low and breathless.
He took an experimental thrust, bouncing you in his lap like you weighed absolutely nothing at all. Your nails dug into skin of his shoulders as his cock dragged along your sensitive, warm walls.
"Jungkook, oh, fuck. Do that again." You whimpered against the mole on the side of his neck, breath tingling his skin, sending shivers directly to the cock throbbing inside of your core. Jungkook lowered his hips and began to thrust his cock hard and fast in and out of your pussy. He took two handfuls of your soft fleshy ass and yanked you down onto him.
"Ahhhh fuckkk Jungkook." Filthy, lewd muffled cries echoed from the balcony as he continued to fuck into you from below. The sounds of water splashing, and balls slapping against skin with every stroke.
Jungkook's eyes were locked onto your bouncing breasts, nipples hard and pink, faint white stretch marks gracing the sides. You leaned back, arms placed firmly on the bottom of the tub behind you and then moved your hips back and forth, grinding your wet pussy up and down his cock. From this position he had an even better view of your tits bouncing on every thrust of his cock.
Jungkook was truly beautiful. His lips were parted, two front teeth visible as they sat larger than the rest, water dripped down his arms, glistening the black and grey ink that was etched into his skin - a mix of tattoos; flowers, swirly patterns, a tiger, your eye, words and phrases. A patchwork of Jungkook's struggles and life experiences.
His eyes were heavy as he watched you grind and squirm on his lap, you could tell by the way he took his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down Jungkook was close to his release. A flushing warmth built up in your core and spread throughout your body, arms shaking, so close to giving out as the sight of your husband struggling to stop from coming whips you up into a frenzy. You begin to slam against his thick cock, your walls tightening around him like a vice.
Jungkook pulled you up and against his chest, his muscular arms wrapping around you as he takes over, pistoning into you as though his life depends on it. You begin to feel overwhelmingly warm, the pleasure between your legs becoming close to unbearable.
"Jungko-- oh my god, oh, oohh." His lips smash against yours, interrupting your stream of needy whimpers.
Matching his pace with your lips, you began to slowly rock against him, your orgasm sweeping over your body. Your tight walls pulsed around Jungkook's cock, a silent cry escaping your throat. With a few more sloppy thrusts Jungkook reaches his own release and he slumped against the back of the bath dragging with along with him, laying you against his chest, holding you close as your breathing evens out. The two of you remain like that until the water becomes unbearably cold and you both sneak inside the hotel room as quiet as possible to not wake up your sleeping daughter.
Jungkook jumps into the shower first, leaving you to wrap yourself up in the hotel robe and check on Nari, readjusting the blanket to keep her warm and secure. When your husband strolls past, white hotel room towel hung low on his hips, hair damp and water dripping down his chiselled chest you quickly turn and run to the bathroom, not wanting to get turned on again. You both should get a decent nights sleep - it's Chuseok tomorrow and you're meeting his extended family for the first time in over a year.
Stepping into the shower you notice the hotel shampoo, conditioner and soap has disappeared from the shelf. Huffing you step out of the soothing hot stream of water and open Jungkook's toiletries bag sitting on the floor. Jungkook always had a habit of packing the things you would tend forget about.
A loud laugh booms out of your chest. Inside the bag are all the hotel toiletries, including a shower cap and the spare toilet roll.
Later that night as you and Jungkook snuggle in under the heavy duvet, his head squished against your breasts and arm tight around your waist you break the silence.
”Hey babe, I noticed the toiletries in the bathroom were missing by the way, you wouldn't have something to do with it by any chance?"
Jungkook tilts his head up to you and gives his precious bunny smile in response. "No idea what you're talking about."
“You’ve kissed me like fifty times today” with jungkook please !!! i love all your writing so much and i look forward to all your posts <3
You’re the cutest, thank you so, so much 🤧 Thanks for giving me the feels with the bunny btw, I hope you like it!
A smile curved on your lips as Jeongguk lightly pecked them over and over, finally placing his lips on yours for more than a second – way more than a second; moving them in a soft motion as he sucked on your lower one, taking his sweet time savouring your mouth.
It was his first day back after touring for a few months and, God, had he missed the way your lips felt on his – the way your touch as a whole felt on him. He was in ecstasy, and could not bring himself to stop kissing your already swollen lips.
You sighed in content, which made a smug smirk appear on his face, only to be replaced by a pout the second you gently pushed him off you as you got up. Well, more like, as you tried to get up – his hand instantly grabbing your wrist, stopping you from completely doing so.
“I’m not done kissing you” his pout became more prominent.
Rolling your eyes, you amusedly shook your head. “You’ve kissed me like fifty times today” you giggled. Not that you were complaining.
He glared at you. “Now that’s taking it way out of proportion” he accused you, “I’d say it’s been like… thirty… at most” he shrugged.
“Oh, my God. Are you listening to yourself?” you laughed once again. “It’s still quite a lot”.
“You make it sound like it’s something bad” you didn’t think it was possible for his pout to grow any bigger, but were proven wrong by your needy boyfriend. “Don’t you want my kisses?”
You found yourself rolling your eyes at him once again. Not bearing to see his cute yet sad pout on his plump lips anymore, you straddled his lap in a swift movement. You could tell he was taken aback by it.
Nonetheless, his eyes closed in anticipation the second he saw your face getting closer to his, growing impatient after you decided to place soft open mouth kisses all over his face and jawline instead of meeting his lips; a pleased sound escaping them as soon as your mouth finally collided with his for what was the thirty first time to him – fifty first to you.
His hands cupped your face to prevent you from abruptly breaking the kiss like you had done before, only to later wrap his arms around your figure so he could turn you around, allowing himself to be on top of you now.
“I missed you” he hummed, making your heart go wild as he brushed your lips together.
You bit your lower one, your fingers tangling in the strands of hair on the back of his head. “Just kiss me again, you needy, whiny baby” you teased with a smile, earning a breathy, wholehearted laugh from him.
Summary: So what if you had a one-night stand at a bar with the hottest man you’d ever seen in your life. It’s not as if you had any right to like him. Hell, you probably wouldn’t even see him again. Except you do see him again. And suddenly you’re under him in more ways than one.
Warnings: language, sexual themes
A/N: Hey all! finally got some inspiration so I am back with a new Jungkook series (CEO!Jungkook time babeyyyyy). It’s going to be much shorter than my last Jungkook series, but I hope you all enjoy it! Also, I have not forgotten about my other series or the requests in my inbox, I’ve just been in such a writing slump that I hated everything I wrote and didn’t want y’all to see it. Anyways, enjoy!
↠ summary: Your loving husband, Jungkook whisks you away to a sheltered tropical paradise for 7 days, away from all troubles and worries. Days and nights are spent with the two of you being wholly immersed in one another, soaking in all the pleasure you possibly can before having to return home to your little prince, Jaehyun.
↠ genre: established relationship au, pwp, fluff, smut, dilf!jungkook, married!jungkook
↠ rating: 18+
↠ wordcount: short drabbles - length will vary
↠ warnings: swearing & explicit sexual content. specific warnings will be given with each drabble.
↠ a/n: REPOST. hello loves <3 here is the masterlist for my first mini series! it was initially posted on my old account @hantaev & i will be reposting & continuing this series on my new blog. i hope you enjoy this series & if you would like to be added to the taglist then please do let me know by sending me an ask or commenting under this post ☺️! i will also be taking requests for it & so if you have anything you’d like me to incorporate then please do say so! happy reading <3
↠ credits: banner by the lovely @vantecaffe 💛
day 1: in which jungkook rails you against the shower wall. [2.5K]
day 2: in which jungkook eats you out at the pool. [3K]
day 3: in which you ride jungkook whilst watching the sunset.
day 4: in which you and jungkook spend a day in one another’s arms.
day 5: in which you decide there’s no better way to wake jungkook up other than morning sex.
day 6: in which you and jungkook decide to make the most of your last day, provoking him to share a thought he’s been hiding from you for a while.
day 7: in which you and jungkook fly back home to your lovely son and you give him the surprise he’s been dearly waiting for.
taglist is open! if you’d like to be added to it, please let me know 🥰 this is my new account, just incase anyone gets confused seeing this! an explanation can be found here as to why i deactivated & made a new one 💛
summary: Someone is standing in your spot. Great. All you wanted was to stand in your spot and be a nobody, solitarily working on your novel, but instead you are looking at the single, most famous person in your town - Jeon Jungkook. Model, well-loved, somebody, exactly the opposite of what you want to be. He's crying. Sigh. You just want to be a nobody. And yet he says to you, “You could be my nobody.”
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; strangers-to-lovers; influences of gothic romance; angst to banter fluff; smut (fem reader, m and f-receiving oral, nipple play, fingering); non-idol!AU - model!Jungkook x novelist!reader and too many references to BTS collabs, lol
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Someone was standing in your spot.
“Who are you?”
The black-haired man wearing black track pants and a white long-sleeved shirt glanced at you and quickly looked away, wiping his nose. You spied a split second of his face – large bloodshot dark brown eyes, streaks of teary cheeks, red nose – and you recognized him.
“Jeon Jungkook?”
You knew him because, well, anybody who was anybody knew him.
“What do you want? Here to gloat?” he shot back, sucking in a shuddering breath.
“Uh… no? You’re in my spot.”
Those piercing, bloodshot eyes glared at you. “You own this bridge or some shit?”
“No. I just come here because…” You trailed off, clutching your tote bag a little tighter. “Anyway, I’ve never seen anyone else here.”
“Yeah, well, sucks to be you.”
Now that you knew it was him – and you did, because his voice was the same, although you had only ever heard it in passing and he was far more pleasant when surrounded by his friends and, hell, everyone else – you recognized his broad back and defined shoulders, the tattoos on his right hand as he clasped it with his left, tucking his tongue in his cheek and exhaling hard, sniffing quietly. The wind made his thin shirt cling to his muscular, tall body, causing it to flap around him.
“Aren’t you cold?”
“No.”
Okay.
You sighed, chewing on your lip. You never talked to Jeon Jungkook. He wasn’t present in your circle of friends, mostly because you didn’t have a circle of friends. Or any.
Your choice, really.
“Why are you still here?” he muttered, wiping his cheek with his sleeve. “Get lost.”
You had never heard Jungkook’s voice with an edge of irritation and distaste before. It was always jovial, cheery, full of laughter. Everybody in town knew who he was because he was handsome, popular, and a fashion model, which was probably the most prestigious and interesting thing that had ever happened to the town. Everybody wanted to be his friend, everybody who wanted to be anybody.
You didn’t want to be anybody.
You wanted to be a nobody.
And Jeon Jungkook had decided to invade your nobody space.
“This is my spot,” was your dry reply.
You saw his jaw tense.
“Fine.”
“Why are you crying?”
He was about to walk away and then he stopped, slamming his fist down on the wooden railing of the small bridge that overlooked the creek, creating a sharp, loud thunk.
“Why do you give a shit?” he snapped, tone sharp and cutting.
“Usually when people cry in public, they want people to give a shit.”
His back was turned to you. You saw his shoulders flex and heard him breathe in deeply, tilting his head up to the cloudy sky. Wind grazed through his black hair, short and well-kept, the former of which described his temper right now and the latter anything but.
“You don’t know me,” he gritted out testily.
“Maybe it’s better that way.”
He spun around frighteningly fast, dark brows furrowed, growling low in his throat.
“Nobody knows me.”
You blinked slowly, staring at their furious face of flushed cheeks and puffy bloodshot eyes that seemed far more sad than actually angry at you.
“Me neither. I like it better that way,” you replied.
The tenseness seemed to evaporate. His dark brown eyes looked away, taking in a shuddering breath. A little bit of regret, a little bit of apology, and a lot of pride in that gaze, the last leaving him silent for the moment. He glanced at your belongings.
“What’s with the bag? You feed the ducks or something?”
You shook you head. “No.” You hesitated for a second and then relaxed one of the straps, letting the beige canvas bag flop open, revealing your tablet. “I sit here and write.”
“Write what?”
You shrugged, re-shouldering the strap. “Write whatever comes to mind.”
He frowned at you. “Why here?”
You breathed out slowly. “Because no one knows I do it.”
“Do what?”
“Write, of course.”
Jungkook’s frown deepened, narrowing his eyes. “What do you write?”
You answered his question with a question. “Why are you crying?”
You saw him grimace and shove his hands in his pockets.
“Huh.”
You waited.
Jungkook was staring out over the creek, arms close to his body, suddenly shivering. You were wearing a thick black sweater and long dark plaid skirt, with fingerless gloves and boots. You had a maroon beanie on your head to keep your ears and brain warm. He chewed on his lip. You noticed he had a small mole under his lower lip, nervously bobbing up and down with the action.
“I’m a nobody,” you reminded him.
His eyes came back to you.
You saw the side of his lips quirk upward a little at your comment. He sighed heavily, kicking the wood under his feet.
“I had an argument.”
You waited. Jungkook looked up at the clouds overhead. They blocked the sun, making it seem darker than it should be at this time of day. He rubbed his upper arms against the side of his chest, wind pressing his shirt down on his pecs, revealing his hands balled into fists in his pant pockets.
“You probably never had an argument about how someone is only with you for your body, huh?” he mumbled, chewing on the side of lip.
“To be fair, nobody has ever asked me to be a model, so maybe it was for a reason.”
Jungkook snorted. Now he was actually smiling slightly, although he didn’t seem to notice it. “You could do it based on looks alone. Besides, half of modeling is simply acting the part.” He had a subtle youthfulness in his expressions that mixed with the maturity of his angular jaw and deep voice.
“Sadly, no one has asked me to be an actor yet either.”
He paused, dark brown orbs locking with yours.
“You could do it,” Jungkook said quietly. “You probably act every day.”
Now it was your turn to look away.
“Something like that.”
You forced yourself to look back at him, redirecting the conversation back to him.
“Is it bad that someone wants you for your body?”
Jungkook’s expression darkened. He cast his eyes downward. “It’s not the best feeling when they say they want to be your partner in life, but they don’t actually care about you, but rather what you have to give them.” He let out a tense exhale. “Everyone only wants to know model Jung Kook. They could give less of a shit about Jeon Jungkook.”
Ah.
“But nobody knows you.”
He looked back up.
“Can you blame them if nobody knows you?”
Something flitted across his expression. He scoffed, but there was a lightness to it, almost as if he was suppressing a laugh. One of his eyebrows raised, half of a cocky smirk on his shapely lips. Even with red eyes and flushed cheeks, there was an endearing, attractive quality about it.
“But you’re a nobody, so that means somebody knows now.”
You blinked slowly.
He cocked his chin towards your bog. “So, what do you write?”
You held your bag a little tighter.
“Books.”
He raised his eyebrows. “No shit?”
“Under a pseudonym.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to be seen.” You looked away from his piercing gaze. “I don’t want to have an impact on people’s lives. I would rather write and not know.”
“What if it’s positive?”
“Then that’s for them.”
“You don’t want criticism then?”
You snorted inelegantly. “People will criticize you even if you take a breath of air and simply exist. I get plenty of that whether or not my name is on my books. No, the reason I don’t want my name on shit because I will be alone for the rest of my life and I would like it to stay that way. I don’t want people getting close to me and trying to interfere with my work.”
He smiled. “You really want to be a nobody, huh?”
“I was until somebody decided to stand in my spot,” you snapped.
His lower lip caught in his teeth. A cold breeze swept past, ruffling his hair. You felt the edge of irritation melt, dulled by his expression, somewhere between slight mischief and sheepishness. You noticed he was rubbing his upper arms against his chest, shoulders hunching inward.
“You cold?”
Jungkook clicked his tongue. “No.”
You raised an eyebrow.
He rolled his eyes. “Okay, yeah.” He mumbled under his breath. “Shouldn’t have run over here…”
“You didn’t drive? Where’s your car?”
He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t really want to talk about it.” He sighed, yanked one of his hands out and rubbing the back of his head. “Besides, if I go back now, I’m sure some nosy person is going to ask what’s up with me and then I have to pretend to act nice when I would actually just like to disappear unexplained for a couple hours.” The wind picked up again and he wrapped his arm around his waist, frowning at the horizon, as if nature itself was against him.
You breathed out slowly and looked away.
“Well, don’t stay out here. You’ll catch a cold.”
You began to walk.
“Come on.”
-
You both sat in your car with the heat on.
You sat in the driver’s seat as Jungkook stuck his hands in front of the vent, soaking up all the heat as the engine hummed. Apparently, getting into a stranger’s car wasn’t something Jungkook’s mom told him not to do. Then again, you weren’t sure what to do now that he was in your car. A serial killer would have a better plan than luring a man whose face was plastered all over magazines and online ads.
Good thing you weren’t a serial killer.
You would make a terrible one, mostly because you didn’t like being around people and, to kill people, you kind of needed to be around them to do that.
“Where do you want me to drop you off?” you finally said as Jungkook rubbed his hands together. You noticed he wore bracelets on his wrists. Ones with wooden beads, ones with silver chains, ones that were simply just knotted string, like children’s friendship bracelets.
He frowned. “Nowhere if you can help it.”
“Someone told you that they wanted you for your body and you act like this?”
He sat back, eyes downcast, glancing out the window, away from you. The sun was setting.
“Not just someone.”
Love of his life?
“Everyone says that.”
His voice was very quiet.
“Everyone says something along those lines. They mean well, but…”
He breathed out slowly, chewing on his lip again.
“Your body is so nice. If I had a body like you, I would be unstoppable. Life is so much easier when you look like Jungkook. I can’t do things like you, Jungkook. You look like that.”
He recited the sentences like they were spoken by other people. Older, younger, friends, family.
“Day in, day out. If they like me, it’s the same. If they hate me, it’s the same. His body isn’t so great. His face isn’t that good-looking.” He slumped back in the passenger’s seat, closing his eyes. “I don’t want to believe that’s the only part of me that has merit. I don’t want to believe it’s the only thing people look at when they see me. But I look in the mirror and…”
A shuddering inhale.
“Sometimes that’s all I see too.”
“Is that terrible?”
Jungkook opened his eyes and peered at you, confused. You shrugged.
“I mean, some people look at the mirror and see nothing of merit. At least you have one thing.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Uh…”
“Some people can’t even afford a mirror.”
He glared. “Are you making fun of me?”
You raised your hand. Jungkook’s eyes followed it, watching your fingers curiously.
You flicked him in the forehead.
“Ow!”
You lowered your hand as Jungkook scowled, rubbing his forehead.
“Who cares if you’re a piece of meat?” you shrugged, shaking out your hand indifferently.
“That’s not the problem,” he growled, looking ready to flick you himself. “The problem is, no one wants to be honest with me. At least tell me to my face.”
“You’re a piece of meat.”
Silence.
Then Jungkook burst out laughing. “What?”
“You just said–”
He couldn’t stop guffawing. “Who the fuck says that? Or says it like that?” He snorted and shook his head, covering the lower half of his face with the back of his head. “You don’t know me.”
“Do the people who say that shit know you?”
He scoffed. “Well, yeah, they’re–”
Then Jungkook stopped speaking.
He turned his head and stared at you.
Nobody knows me.
You ticked your head at him.
His mouth was open. He closed it, eyes shifting, no longer looking at you, but himself, inward, not needing the side mirror to see his own reflection. You gave him a couple minutes, your car on idle, warm heat blasting through the vents now. You were getting a bit hungry.
“You want to get some McDonald’s? I think I’m going to stop by the drive thru.”
“I shouldn’t be eating that,” he grumbled, sounding annoyed.
You waited.
His eyes shifted back to you, wondering.
You shrugged.
Jungkook shrugged. “Fuck it.”
-
You sat in your car, eating a bulgogi burger as Jungkook chomped on nuggets and fries.
The trip was… odd.
“Can I borrow your beanie?”
“Uh, yeah.”
You pulled your maroon beanie off your head and handed it to him. You watched as Jungkook cranked your passenger’s seat all the way back and grabbed one of the spare face masks from the package in your cupholder, covering the bottom of his face. Then he crammed the beanie on his head and pulled it over his eyes and laid back, hands folded at his waist.
Uh.
“Your tattoos.”
Jungkook shoved his hands under his back and laid there as if it wasn’t completely obvious that a man was in your front seat.
Uh.
Okay.
You calmly made the order and waited.
“Drink?” the cheerful male voice asked scratchily through the speaker.
Oh shit. You didn’t ask about that. You turned to the faceless blob beside you and asked, “Drink?”
His left hand came out and poked you in the side.
“Ow.”
He tugged at your sweater sleeve, waving you over. Oh. Well, you did suppose his voice was rather recognizable. You leaned over and put your ear next to where his mouth would be.
“Coca-Cola,” Jungkook whispered.
You couldn’t feel the warmth of his breath, but the strange whisper of carbonated sugary beverage gave you a mild tingle of who-the-fuck-knows-what. Mentions of a drink, no matter how delicious and bad for you, should not give you these willies. You straightened, clearing your throat and repeated his request to the server.
The server handed you your order and you did not bother to explain the faceless blob beside you, simply thanking him for his help and taking the cup of Coca-Cola as the server awkwardly waved and probably wondered if you were a serial killer.
At the moment, Jungkook took a large, noisy sip of said Coca-Cola. Your back stiffened involuntarily.
“How much was it?”
“It’s fine,” you mumbled, chewing slowly.
“I can pay you. I’m not poor.”
“I know that. It’s McDonalds, not a gourmet meal. Chill.”
Jungkook took the slighted tone out of his voice. “Sorry.”
“S’okay.”
Silence. Chewing. Nightfall.
“This is kinda nice,” he murmured.
“Yeah,” was your mumbled reply. You swallowed. You noticed movement by your head. You turned and Jungkook offered his drink to you, dark eyebrows raised in question. You shook your head. “Ah, no. I’m good.”
He shrugged and took another sip. “’Kay.”
Silence. Breathing. Nightfall.
“Thanks,” he finally said.
“For what?”
“Making me feel normal for once.”
“Oh. You can do that yourself. I didn’t do anything.”
“You didn’t have to. All you did was not judge me, good or bad. Apparently for a lot of people, that’s pretty hard.”
You crumpled up your wrapper, staring out to the parking lot of cars, your own on idle, headlights off, sitting in the semi-dark with a semi-stranger feeling semi-weird and semi-comfortable with the whole situation.
You placed your hands in your lap, clutching the used food wrapper, face turned one way but not seeing what was in front of you, your vision turned inward. “They expose me. Actually, maybe not. I get the impression people don’t realize the emotions I write about are real. They think everything is fiction, as if I dreamed it all up.” You nodded to yourself even though there was nothing to agree too. “It’s all fun and games. Like how the rich treat with the poor, those ignorant to suffering, physical and mental, are blind to it. They try to tell you, I understand, but they don’t and they can’t accept that they won’t.”
“Do you want them to understand?”
You paused.
“No. That would mean enduring it.” You let out a slow exhale. “I just…”
You leaned back, staring at the roof of your car, wondering.
“I want someone to tell me it’s not fake. Just admit you don’t understand, and tell me it’s not all in my head. Don’t try to cure me. Don’t try to tell me what I’ve already heard. I know. I know better than anyone. I don’t want help. I want to be a nobody.”
“You could be my nobody.”
You lowered your head and stared at him.
Jungkook gave you a cheeky smile, shrugging. “Nobody knows me, except you know me, so you’re nobody now.”
You blinked at him.
Then you laughed. The fuck was that? You laughed, and Jungkook laughed too, not at you, but with you, stupid, clutching the remains of your respective McDonald’s meals and sitting in your car in the dark, talking about things you didn’t like talking about, but somehow it was easy, easier even, because you were a nobody to Jungkook and he wasn’t somebody to you, not really, because you weren’t an anybody who wanted to be anybody, you were a nobody who wanted to be a nobody, so you stayed away from somebodies like Jeon Jungkook.
The laughter died out and you placed a hand on your steering wheel, tossing your trash into the paper bag by his feet.
“Where do you want to go now?” you asked him.
He shrugged. “I guess… I should go back to my place,” he mumbled bitterly.
“I can take you anywhere. This Hyundai can go to space even.”
Jungkook cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?”
“No, it can’t. I’m just fucking with you.”
He chuckled. “Are you always this weird?”
“Better weird than boring.”
He grinned. It was a very nice grin.
“I’ll tag along to wherever you want to go. Just for a little bit.”
“Cool.”
-
“You really like Lemona, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“Advertising Jungkook is much nicer than real life Jungkook.”
“Advertising Jungkook is acting. Real life Jungkook can be a Krabby Patty sometimes.”
“Do you think it’s cannibalism if Mr. Krabs eats a Krabby Patty?”
Jungkook jerked in his seat, staring at you. “What kind of question is that?”
You shrugged.
You were both in your apartment now, sitting on your couch on opposite ends, Jungkook wrapped in a maroon faux fur blanket and you in a fleecy green blanket with Pikachu wrapped in Christmas lights. It was not Christmas, but a blanket should be used for its intended purpose all-year around if suitable.
Watching Netflix was a suitable time to be wrapped in blankets.
Evidently, Jungkook’s mom didn’t tell him not to walk into stranger’s houses and sit on their sofa and watch Netflix with them because they might cut you open and steal your spleen, but, fortunately for him, you weren’t interested in the black market for organ harvesting, lucrative as it may be.
Yet.
Just kidding. You wouldn’t be. Too messy and too much work.
“You’re not scared of me?” Jungkook suddenly asked.
You browsed through the selection. “Scared of you? No. Why?”
“I mean, I am a random stranger in your house right now, sitting on your couch.”
You shrugged. “You were standing at a bridge crying about your delicate feelings being hurt. Doesn’t really scream I’m-a-secret-axe-murderer-psychopath to me.”
“Wow. I’m thinking about it now.”
“Come at me. I’ll poke your eyes out,” you replied calmly.
“Yeesh, savage. Not even kicking in the nuts, just going straight for mutilation.”
You opened your mouth and shut it.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You were going to say something.”
“Nope.”
“You liar.”
“You ever watch Crimson Peak?”
“What? No. Don’t change the subject.”
“I’m changing it.”
“I wish I could strangle you,” Jungkook muttered. “Maybe if we knew each other for a longer period of time.”
You dropped the remote.
It clattered to the hardwood floor loudly. Your eyes flickered down. Beside you, Jungkook shifted, but you reached over before him and picked it up, seeing his fingers centimeters away from the back of your hand.
A strange, unexplainable flinch.
“I got it,” you sighed. “Guess I held it too loosely.”
“Oh.”
Silence. Breathing. Your selection hovering in front of you on the television, trailer playing wordlessly with Korean subtitles. You heard him sit back to his side of the couch. Both you and Jungkook were facing the television but neither of you were really looking at it. There was a sudden, weird tension that was too weird to address, too weird because he had been obvious and you had been obvious, but the situation was weird, the tension was weird, and the moment was suddenly obviously weird.
You pressed play.
Got maybe thirty minutes into the movie with you being silent and Jungkook being silent, watching a young woman get into a weird situation and weird romance and somehow not ask questions about the weirdness of it all.
You felt eyes on you.
You turned your head and Jungkook was staring at you, tilting his head.
You stared back. Blinked slowly.
“What?”
He looked away quickly. Your question of curiosity seemed to startle him more than you staring back at him. He rubbed the back of his head, fixating his eyes on the screen.
You continued to stare at him.
After several minutes, Jungkook’s dark brown eyes shifted back to you. “What?” he snapped, tone a little harsh and shrill at the same time.
You tilted your head at him. “Why were you staring at me?”
His teeth sunk into his lower lip. “I don’t know. I just felt like looking at you. Is that a problem?”
You tilted your head the other way. “Why?”
Jungkook shrugged. It was more to fill up time than actually respond. You kept staring at him. He yanked the blanket up to his chin, eyes shifting around. The movie kept playing, suspenseful music and dark imagery.
“I was thinking, maybe you want to be a nobody, but you could be a somebody to someone,” he mumbled. “Have you ever tried to be somebody to someone?”
You chuckled. “Not really. Not wholeheartedly, anyway.”
“Hmm.” He tucked his chin into the top of the blankets, eyes on the movie. “I would like to be somebody to someone.”
“You’re somebody to everyone.”
“I’m never going to live up to that idealistic self that everyone has conjured for me.”
“A piece of meat?” you offered.
“You–”
Jungkook snatched the pillow behind him and tried to smack you with it, the same instant instantly regretting the irritation, a flash of regret and remorse in wanting to hit his host, quickly replaced by a yelp as you punched the pillow back and catapulted the maroon faux fur into his face. It matched the blanket he was in. Same brand.
“Gah!”
You cozied back into your Christmas Pikachu blanket to watch Tom Hiddleston and his tomfoolery, convinced that, under all that charisma, his character was hiding something.
“Are you not going to acknowledge you hitting me in the face?” Jungkook scowled.
“I’m willing to overlook you trying to hit me with the in the first place, yes.”
You heard him grumble and restlessly nuzzle back down into his blanket. A silence, eyes on the dark scenes of cold winds and snow and a broken house, darkness and romance and questions highlighted in desaturated teal and saturated blood red. Tension building, staged and un-staged. You frowned, feeling it crawling on your skin, from your arms and up your shoulders and to your chest. Slow breath, soft and soundless.
Have you ever tried to be somebody to someone?
Maybe you would have to use that sometime in future dialogue.
Not wholeheartedly, anyway.
You turned your head, eyes shifting slowly with a blink, raising your lashes slowly, gazing at his profile.
The bridge was a quiet place. Your quiet place. It was public, of course, but people rarely went there. It was overgrown and poorly kept. When you were younger, you would run across the bridge, sun beaming down on you, summer of a different time and a comforting hand on your head, wizened smile trying to keep up with your youth.
It was your spot.
The wizened smile wasn’t here anymore.
Jungkook turned his head, mouth slightly open, dark brown eyes tearing from the screen and finding yours observing him. He blinked slowly.
“This movie is spooky,” he said quietly. He was on his side of your sofa, opposite you.
You nodded. “I know. I watched it in theaters. Was even better with the surround sound.” You were on your side of the sofa, opposite him.
His eyes were on yours and you had seen them many times, in pictures, in commercials, in passing, but it was not like this. All those times were not like this, in person, and of course they wouldn’t be, because that wouldn’t make any sense. You felt it again, crawling on your skin, from your arms and up your shoulders and to your chest, and you sucked in a breath, somehow shuddering and not understanding why.
But now, looking at Jungkook’s eyes, you saw it in him, and he too was shuddering, soft and breathless.
“You could be my nobody,” he whispered, voice so uncertain it seemed to fade out.
You didn’t reply.
“But… would you want to?”
You didn’t break eye contact either.
Instead, you wrapped your blanket around you, tightly.
Jungkook did too, tightly.
There was an allure to it. An impossibility that was palpable and enticing, crazy and unexplainable, closer, scooting on the cushions, closer, neither of you looking away, closer, something about it even though you had spent all that time denouncing such things and he had spent all that time denouncing his version of such things, closer, to the sound of whispers and danger and curses, closer, breath against breath.
You tilted your head.
“You could be somebody to someone,” you whispered.
Jungkook lowered his, black hair brushing against your skin. “I would rather be somebody to the one who wants to be nobody, I think.”
The room turned red, the only light coming from the television.
You pressed your lips against his, breathing in deep, his clean scent filling your nose and then he took the air between you and him, inhaling your scent, red faux fur surrounding you and the blankets overlapping, your hands finding his white shirt, closer, kiss deepening, a sweet taste with intensity behind it, digging your nails in, clutching tightly, closer, his arm around your waist, pulling your sweater to his chest, gasping at the contact.
“You’re warm,” he murmured. “It’s nice.”
“You should have worn a jacket,” you breathed against his lips. “Shouldn’t have run out so hastily.”
“I was in distress.”
“Don’t trust people then.’
“On it.”
Deeper kiss now, almost in his lap.
“This is probably a bad idea.”
“Yeah,” he sighed against your lips. Softly, lightly, decorating your skin with his lips. “Bad ideas sometimes end with good consequences though.”
“Who taught you that?” you chuckled.
“Myself and the dumb shit I did in high school. One time I kicked the vending machine and two drinks came out instead of one.”
“Wow. Impressive.”
“You could sound more impressed.”
“Maybe if you kiss me again.”
Cradling your face, tongue tracing your lips, your lips capturing his tongue, his moan filling your ears and drowning out the sounds of the movie, lips to lips, tongue toying with tongue, wrapped in blankets as if the blankets could hide the wandering hands, the touch of fingertips to skin, his gasp against your cheek.
“W… Wait.”
You stopped.
“Be honest,” Jungkook said, lips brushing against your cheek.
A heartbeat.
“You are a good-looking piece of meat,” you replied nonchalantly.
“You are terrible.”
“I mean, I don’t really know you.”
“Yes, you do. I told you what I haven’t told anyone and I don’t even know why I told you.”
“Okay, maybe I just wanted to make you mad because I thought it would be funny.”
His hands tightened around your waist. You heard him pout against your ear. “You are the worst.”
“I could stop touching you.”
“You could and I would be very upset, so don’t.”
You didn’t move.
Waited.
“… Please.”
You turned your head. Eye to eye, dark brown orb shrouded by lashes, and it wasn’t what but how, your lips murmuring his name, his sharp intake of breath, soft dialogue and quiet sobs ignored, focusing only on the way he shivered, his skin on your teeth, rough kiss and fingers splaying over his sides, controlling the pressure, immobile but light, deepening with his moan lowering in pitch. Words were a strange thing, their effects compounded with the right timing, but there were times when they were completely ineffective, and this was such a time, communication in gasps and tremors and varying pressure of kisses, action more powerful than verbiage, broken for a second as he pulled your sweater up and you pulled his shirt up, flinging them aside, heat and darkness brewing between bodies and eyes, lowered lids and the tracing of tendons and muscle, pushing his head back, his wanton sound above your mouth as it travelled down his chest, lips and tongue, his strong hands clutching your shoulders, barely holding on.
You breathed his name over his skin like smoke and he looked down at you, chest heaving.
Cast in muted teal and white, shadows dancing with his body line.
“I could be your nobody,” you whispered, not looking away.
He nodded slowly.
“Yeah, you could.”
“Would you want me to?”
Tone unwavering, your hands on his sides.
His hands on your shoulders tightened.
“Yeah, I would,” Jungkook whispered back, hot and unwavering.
You extended your tongue, drawing patterns, dripping saliva the same time black smoke dripped onto the screen, ghosts revealing themselves but there were no ghosts here, only flesh, hot and quivering, tugging at his pants, pulling them down, the side of your mouth rising at his expression, anticipation, surprise, need, searching for lies, but it was clear what you wanted and his body was clear in what he wanted, gasping whimper at wet warmth and soft lips, swallowing his semi-hard cock.
“Oh, f-fuck…”
This was not how you expected your evening to go, but it was Jeon Jungkook’s fault for standing in your spot and maybe the fault of the cosmos that there was such raw deep honesty in the words that constituted your meeting, maybe the fault of nature for the palpable chemistry and pheromones. Jungkook’s low moan pierced the air as your tongue swirled along his hardening length, blankets askew, encasing him in wet heat, raw and deep, hitting the spot in the back of your throat repeatedly, building up the pace, clutching his hips, your hair falling around your jaw and Jungkook reached over and gathered it in his hands, holding it out of the way, his moans unstoppable, careful with his touch but losing control.
Your eyes flickered upward and he was watching you.
“Fuck… you’re so sexy…”
His voice was shaking and so were his hips. You could only pin the latter down, holding tight, the former pitching in pleasure, flashes of light and darkness and crescendo, the point in the movie no longer relevant because the point to be remembered was Jungkook throwing his head back, black hair asunder, holding your hair, and his length twitching in your mouth, hot and fulfilling, your tongue moving at its own pace to the bobbing of your head, overloaded sensation and all of his muscles tensing, tattoos rippling in your vision.
His lustful moan penetrated the air and commanded it with the strength of his orgasm.
“Gonna cum, fuck!”
You swallowed instantly and Jungkook almost whimpered, sensitivity peaking as he spilled into your mouth in firm, hot pumps, his taste on your tongue, salty and rich. You drank it up, slowly, almost casually, looking up at him, waiting for him to notice, his head lowering, eyes unfocused, chest rising and falling with every pant of heavy breath, finally spotting your expression.
There was a subtle youthfulness to his expressions, slight confusion and annoyance.
He frowned. “Why do you look so smug?”
You swirled your tongue around him, pulling back to speak. “You’re a good-looking and tasty piece of meat, eh?”
He squinted, annoyance deepening. “I can’t believe you.”
You continued to lick slowly. The lines of irritation were disappearing from his face, his breathing shallowing. You ticked your head, closing your lips around him, rising, teasing the tip with the tip of your tongue, Jungkook’s soft cry music to your ears, popping your mouth off, his whimper and involuntarily pout, rising, closer, crawling over him, his hand loosening in your hair and it cascaded down, brushing against his cheek and neck, your lips hovering over his.
“You don’t know me,” you murmured, chuckling.
His eyes narrowed. “I’m beginning to get the gist,” he muttered, one of his arms circling your waist, pulling you down, your lips pressing against his, whirlwind of terror happening on screen, but there was a different whirlwind between you and Jungkook, you unzipping your skirt, letting it fall to your knees between his legs, your hand dancing up as his danced down, his gasp in your throat, your bra falling down your shoulders, tangled and tossed aside, his hand cupping your breast and the other sliding into your panties, you commanding the kiss, tongue against tongue.
You stared into his eyes and his fingers stroked your wetness, lips trembling against yours.
“Are you acting right now?” Jungkook whispered, faint hesitancy in his voice, trying to mask it.
You cocked an eyebrow.
“I don’t have to act if no one sees me.”
And you placed your hand over his beautiful eyes.
His fingers slid in, two of them, gasping at the sound of your satisfied moan against his cheek, rubbing your nipple with his other hand, shuddering, s-so tight, you reaching down and slipping your panties a little further down, and his fingers began to move, fuck, wet and slick and full, your hips rocking into it, your hand over his eyes and his hand on your chest, toying with your nipples, harder, pinching and releasing them, your hand falling from his eyes, tangling in his hair, eye to eye, shadows between you and dark brown orbs, his hot breath on your chin.
“Be honest with me,” you growled. “You want to do it rougher, don’t you?”
His brows furrowed, staring into your eyes.
“Give it to me. I’m not interested in the façade you put up for everyone else.”
His eyes narrowed and he pushed his fingers into you roughly, creating a loud squelch, your hands on his cheeks, your nails digging into his cheekbones, satisfied hiss and smile on your lips, rolling your hips into his touch, harder, more intense, pinching and rubbing your nipple, his head ducking down, hot breath on your skin, your chest, and then tongue wrapping around the other hard nub, gray and red light painting his hair and back, your head falling back and your hands clawing forward, running over his flexed shoulder blades, wet tongue and sloppy wetness between your legs, the sweet scent of sex and the tightening of your core, making it harder for him so he pushed deeper, faster, hitting that spot, pain trickling and flaring into heated ecstasy, wanton moans mixing with his fierce thrusts, his lips sucking on your nipple and the other pinched by his fingers, closer, your eyes closing, surrounded by darkness and pleasure, his skin and his hair at your fingertips and fingernails, and you could hear the noises trapped in his throat, his want, his drive, his effort, your juices sliding down your thighs, soaking your panties even more.
You curled your fingers into his black hair and moaned, rich and wanton, thrusting your hips down into his hand, strong pulses and tensing thighs, muscles clenching and preventing him from moving any more, his low groan on your skin as your pussy throbbed around his fingers, leaking over his palm and wrist.
He pushed you back against the sofa and the blankets, pulling your panties further down, your gasp of surprise morphing to hiking pleasure, his lips latching onto your drenched heat, pulling his fingers out and his tongue sliding in, clutching his hair, maybe a little too hard, but Jungkook didn’t seem to care, licking you all over, concentrating the pressure, and his name tumbled from your lips, hurried and desperate, the aftershocks of your previous orgasm compounding with the press of his tongue on your engorged clit, looking down, catching his expression.
Jungkook cocked a brow in playfulness.
You smirked, matching his raised eyebrow, grinding your hips into his face.
His lips closed in, sucking, licking faster.
“F-Fuck!”
Your hips bucked involuntarily and it was stronger this time, gasping moan and flooding his mouth with your taste, his groan vibrating your core, licking it all up, squirming because of the sensitivity, nerves firing, unlatching your fingers from his hair with effort, shallow breath, darkness surrounding you and him, panting hard, reaching over, mashing the power button on the remote, turning the television off.
Silence but your shaking breath and Jungkook’s shudders on your pussy, lapping gently at your quivering skin.
Darkness but the slivers of light leaking through your curtains, moonlight witnessing the event.
Warmth.
You felt his body crawl upwards, hovering over you, and then his kiss that tasted like you and him, pulling the faux fur blanket up with him, clothes still tangled in his legs and yours, coming down, down, closer, his nose pressed against yours, breath on your skin.
“I…”
There was nothing to see so you closed your eyes.
“I have a confession.”
“What is it?” you murmured calmly, your hands resting on his hips, his lips resting on your cheek.
“I knew that was your spot.”
Oh? You waited, not replying, listening carefully.
“That bridge… You used to go there with your grandfather when you were little.”
You didn’t say anything, remembering warm summers and wizened smiles.
“He used to give me a free persimmon every time I visited the market.”
“Yeah,” you chuckled fondly. “He grew them to sell but he always gave them out for free to the kids.”
A moment of silence for those past, Jungkook’s naked body on top of yours.
“I don’t know why I remembered that place when I ran off earlier today, but it…” He pressed his lips against your cheek. “That place just reminded me of happiness, even though I only saw you experiencing happiness there.”
His sigh filled your ear, pulling you close.
“Maybe I wanted to borrow a little of your happiness, even if I didn’t know you.”
You chuckled, running your fingers over his skin. “You know me now. I done fucked up.”
He laughed with you, softly, heartbeat on yours. “Yeah. Me too, even after I went through that long-ass speech about how nobody knew me.”
You let your hands fall.
Jungkook lifted his head as you opened your eyes to his confused face.
“You said you wanted to disappear unexplained for only a few hours, right?”
His eyes shifted. Then they came back to you.
“The rest of the hours I can explain that I spent it with my nobody.”
genre: fluff, crack, fuckboy college au, smut (obviously), social media au + written scenes
warnings: explicit language, love / hate friendships, and slow pining
summary: while everyone on campus has their eyes on bangtan’s frat boys, the boys have their eyes set on yn. she’s a mini fashionista, has a boba addiction, and is completely unaware of just how much these boys love her
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after a romantic moment between jungkook and yn, chaos and tension arise between good friends.
status: ongoing
note: this social media au was originally posted by me (@/omot7) in 2020-2021. i have deactivated that account and took down this social media au. i did not like the way the original felt so rushed and unclear. however, after some thinking and ultimately feeling attached to this story, i welcome you to it’s remake.
