now you’re really out | (m)
pairing: possessive boyfriend!jungkook x fem! reader
warnings: fingering, dirty talk, gukk being a muscle bunny but not knowing it
summary:when jeongguk wakes up to an empty bed he’s mad, really mad. and so, when you come home, hours later, having gone out with your friend [who he hates] he decides it’s time for a little punishment.
notes: okay so this is based off of that one tiktok thing i saw where this girl made an audio that was basically making fun of bts x reader fanfics in a joking way and there’s this one part that goes “jungkook slams you against the wall, knocking you out. badboy jungkook: ‘now you’re really out’” and it cracks me up every time. so i made a fic based off of that. keep in mind that i don’t actually have tiktok and i got this from a kpop tiktoks compilation on yt like a few months ago. i have no idea if this is actually a trend or if you even know what i’m talking about or what, but i thought it would be fun to make something based off of that. also i know this sucks just bear with me lmao.
jeongguk stands up when he hears the telltale jingle of keys on the other side of the wall, announcing the fact that you’re home. the door opens a few seconds after and in you walk, pretty all face flushed, bag in your hand. you drop your bag and bend over to remove your shoes. when you straighten up, you meet his gaze.
“oh, hey, babe!” you smile, but jeongguk’s face remains stony. “babe?” you look confused now, and you walk closer to them.
“where have you been?” jeongguk’s voice is harsh, cold, and he watches as the expression on your face transforms from one of bafflement and concern into one of apprehensive excitement.
“o-out…” you say, voice small. he can see the signs of your arousal, from the dilation of your pupils to the way your mouth rests slightly open to the way you stand, rubbing your things together and tangling your fingers in knots.
shortly after you started dating, you and jeongguk had a conversation about kinks; what was okay during sex and what wasn’t. jeongguk then discovered that you were quite submissive, something that he loved. he also learned that you were kinky as fuck. he knew you loved it when he was possessive, possessive and dominant and rough. when he had woken up this morning, horny but with the other side of the bed cold, he knew that you would need to be punished when you got home. it didn’t help that he knew you were going out with a group of friends, one of which he really didn’t trust. the two of you were way past the point in your relationship where jeongguk would get overly envious of every moment you spent with hoseok, thinking the two of you were going behind his back. no, he trusted you completely. but he really thought that hoseok was sleazy, sleazy and untrustworthy, and at the same time he couldn’t help but be a little jealous about how excited you go every time you made plans to see him, and how much fun you always seemed to have had when you you came home.
jeongguk looks straight at you for a moment before lunging forward, capturing your mouth with his. his hands tangle in your hair, and yours go around his neck, silently urging him on with mute gestures. it’s a clash of tongue and teeth and lips, hot and wet, familiar yet it feels like he’s discovering you again with each kiss. he’s drowning, drowning in the intoxicating feel of you and your body, pressed up as close to your curves as possible.
you whine, grinding your hips down on him and oh- how he wants to take you right then and there, bend you over the couch and fuck you until your throat is raw from screaming and the neighbors complain about the noise. but-
that’s what he repeats to himself mentally even as he rolls his hips into yours. it’s always been something he prioritizes, and he prides himself on the fact that he makes you come at least twice before he fucks you. so, he reaches a hand down to dip below the short dress you’re wearing, feeling the damp lace of your panties sticking to your dripping heat.
you moan, although he can see you try to hold it in, and grind yourself on his fingers.
“such a dirty girl,” he murmurs praisingly. “so wet already. is this all for me?”
“a- all for you, jeongguk,” you stutter as he swipes a finger across the lace of your panties, gathering moisture.
“already so wet? you’re just a hungry little cockslut, aren’t you? last night wasn’t enough for you, was it?”
“n- no jeongguk,” you say, burying your head on his shoulder. “please, touch me.”
“since you asked so nicely,” jeongguk concedes and pushes your panties to the side, delving his fingers into your folds.
you’re hot, hot and wet, and jeongguk feels his dick twitch in his pants. he brings his thumb up to circle your clit and, with no warning whatsoever, pushes his middle and ring ringer into your dripping cunt, giving you the some of the release he knows you so desperately crave. you whine as he does so, clearly not expecting him to add fingers so soon, but you’re not complaining. jeongguk swallows back a groan at your tightness.
“still so- tight and hot, even after last night, huh?” you nod mutely, arching your back so his fingers curl deeper inside you but he stills them, searching your face. “i need an answer, babe,” jeongguk prods.
“yes-“ you gasp, desperate for him to continue pumping his fingers in and out for you. he does. “last night- wasn’t enough. i need more,”
“that’s right,” he praises. “you’re mine. i bet hoseok couldn’t make you feel this good, huh?”
and a few minutes later you’re coming messily on his hand, your pussy dripping it’s juices onto the floor when he fails to catch it.
“so messy.” jeongguk peppers kisses on top of your head. “my messy girl.”
“gukk,” you begin but he silences you.
“i gave you your treat, didn’t i?” jeongguk asks and you nod timidly. “now it’s my turn.” he grins, a dark predatory grin that he can see- and feel- has you dripping all over again. he removes his hand from between your legs- you whimper at that, and instead uses it to grip your shoulder, pushing you back and slamming you harshly against the wall.
you and jeongguk are no stranger to rough wall sex, in fact, it’s quite common. the two of you often come home from being out clubbing, thirsty for each other, and find the that bedroom you share is just too far away.
that’s why he wasn’t expecting you to suddenly go limp, your head drooping. he has to catch you as you collapse, falling to his knees and cradling your head in his arms.
“shit, shit, shit,” he mutters, reaching over to the coffee table for his phone. you must have hit your head on the wall or something. he thumbs the home button- his phone is still from, as you would say, the dark ages, and it opens, recognizing his thumbprint. he presses the green phone app and the nearest contact before holding it to his ear, praying the person on the other end picks up. a few rings later, they do.
“gukk?” it turns out the nearest contact was tae. “what’s up?”
“i- uh.. listen tae, we have a problem…”
