pairing; tattoo artist!jungkook, twin!jungkook x tattoo artist!reader, college student!reader, female!reader
genre; fluff, angst, humor, smut, f2l, pwp, tattoo artist au, college au
warnings; cursing, angst if you squint, mentions of blood, handsy koo, emotional koo, whiny/horny reader, reader seems to harbor a tattoo/vein kink, jungkook lives to please you in all senses of the word, light exhibitionism in the form of being tattooed topless (this is where handsy koo comes in) but it’s in a private area, soft sex, rough sex, dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), breast play, body worship, ring clad fingering (yes, that’s a warning), squirting, hand job, cum play, cum swallowing, switch!reader and switch!koo, penetration without a condom (y’all know the drill though), wholesome family moments where (i’m not crying, you are)
rating; 21+ MINORS DNI
w/c; 9,143 (143 I la la la love you hehe sorry)
a/n; this is hands down my fav piece of work so far. y’all ain’t ready for this one 🥵
Jungkook tried not to flinch in fear of psyching you out from your task of etching a small, dainty tattoo of your choice on his skin, not even when you pressed down a little too hard into his skin. He could feel the smallest trickle of blood slide down the area you were tattooing on the inside of his left hand ring finger. His choice, not yours.
You tried not to get distracted by Jungkook’s various tattoo’s that littered his other hand, knowing that yours was going to join them permanently on his body, or that your tattoo was going to be the only tattoo on his left hand. It shouldn’t even be legal for his long, slender, fingers to be this heat inducing. Or the way the veins in his hand and arm became more prominent when you felt him tense up from when you accidentally pressed down a little too hard into his skin with the tattoo gun.
If it bothered him, he didn’t say anything. And for that, you were grateful. The only thing you could hear was the light singing he did. His AirPods were secured into his ears as a distraction from the pain, which you focused on as you more confidently went back over the lines to make them darker.
Pausing for a brief moment, you changed tips on the tattoo gun in order to emphasize on the smaller details and shading. The buzzing of the tattoo gun reverberated throughout the private room that you were both occupying in the late after hours since it’s been long closed — your father’s tattoo parlor, ‘Inkphoric’.
Jungkook watched you from his sitting position on top of the tattoo bed, your figure was hunched over in regular fashion as your supple booty was planted onto the saddle stool that the tattoo artists frequently used. Besides the lone lamp in the room that served as your source of light, the rest of the room was dark. Neither of you wanted to risk your father finding out that you two snuck in so you could practice on the willing participant by the name of Jeon Jungkook.
Bless his soul, he had it bad for you. Your skin was still bare of any tattoo’s, but you agreed you would get one if you found one that you really loved. ‘It has to have meaning’ you told Jungkook one day, who respected your wishes. As long as you promised him that he could be present when you got your first tattoo, when that day ever came — ‘deal’.
His eyes softened as he watched the way your tongue poked out between your closed lips, brows furrowed in focused determination. As if the universe was trying to tell him something, the song in his ears switched to a more slow and sensual one. He involuntarily let out a low snort, causing you to speak up from your bent over position, eyes still not leaving your work.
“What’s up?” Your voice was light, since there was no reason to be loud, it was just you two.
“Nothing. Just thought of something that happened earlier with Ji-hun.”
It was a lie, but he wasn’t ready to say what he truly wanted too. Not the right time. Nor would he even know how.
“Oh, right! I meant to ask, he had that date with Tsuki recently, yeah? How did that go?”
“It went well, I think. He didn’t come back home until the next morning, so–,” his voice trailed off suggestively, implying exactly what you think he meant.
“Ah. I see. Good for him! She seems like a really sweet girl, they’re a good match.” A smile was on your face, and it made his heart warm at the sincerity of your words and how much you cared for his brother’s well being.
“He’s already saying that he believes he’s in love with her.”
You paused in your work, lifting the tattoo gun away from his skin to give him a look of sheer disbelief. He just clicked his tongue in agreement with you.
“Yeah, I know. I was just as surprised as you are to hear it.”
“I mean, I guess you can’t pinpoint an exact time to saying–,” you waved your unoccupied hand in the air as a way of saying ‘you know’. “When you know, you just know.”
“Right.” His eyes bore into yours with an intensity that made your toes curl in your shoes.
“Mhmm.” You were thankful for the low lighting, not wanting him to witness how easily your face speckled with a red tint from your own wishful thoughts on the matter.
Deciding to switch subjects before things got too tense, you asked him a serious question.
“Do you want to keep it black and white? Or is it okay to put some color in it?”
“Which color?”
“Purple.”
You saw the way his eyes lit up at the mention of his favorite color other than black. You let out a small giggle at his reaction and immediately twisted your torso in order to grab the small container that housed the purple ink that you made sure to set aside earlier, just incase he did agree to it.
Dipping the tip of the tattoo gun into the ink, you repositioned yourself into a more comfortable position and began to fill in the tattoo with color. As your focus once again shifted, so did his train of thought.
Did he love you? He knew he had strong feelings for you, that much was certain. However, when it came to love, he was clueless in that department. Like he told you before, he’s never been one for serious relationships. Usually, they lasted a couple of dates or just ended up being a random hook up for the night.
The only idea of love he was aware of was from scripted movies and tv shows. So, those would be of no help. Maybe he could try finding an answer in books? YouTube videos, maybe? Though those could just as easily be fabricated and not real either.
Or — and this was a far fetched way of going about it — he could bite the bullet and humor his brother who currently believes he’s in love. Not that he personally believed that his brother actually is. They’ve only been on a few dates after all, but that’s just how hopeless of a romantic Ji-hun was.
Before he knew it, you were done. The buzzing from the tattoo gun no longer present, as you carefully set it aside on the tray next to you.
“What do you think?” You asked him excitedly, but honestly you were nervous as hell on what his opinion would be.
You pushed yourself further back on the stool in order for more light to hit the side of his ring finger for him to see it clearly. You watched as he twisted his hand around, getting different angles on it. His face was serious, and it had you worried.
Your leg started to bounce from the silence he still held. Was it that bad? You thought it was good. Really good, even. Not trying to toot your own horn or anything, but having a well known father like yours came with it’s perks. It meant being able to get a first hand perspective on multiple techniques he utilized with his clients that always produced more than excellent results, considering he’s known worldwide.
“I love it, y/n. You did a really good job. The lines are neat, not too chunky. The shading is well done, and the coloring looks natural. I’m impressed, but not surprised. You would be as talented as your father.”
Your hand came up to playfully smack him on his thigh, the closest body part you could reach in your sitting position as you rolled yourself between his legs that he opened wider unconsciously to slot yourself between.
“Ow! Hey! No abusing the clients!” He feigned a hurt look, his own hand coming to rub the area you just hit.
“Way to keep the suspense! I thought you hated it or something.” You whined childishly, arms crossing over your chest as you pouted.
“I could never hate anything you do.” You blinked owlishly, cheeks once again reddening at his sudden sincerity.
“Thanks, Jungkook. Same with you, you know.”
“I know.”
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Ji-hun whistled lowly, as he inspected his brother’s latest tattoo you did for him.
“Damn, she’s good. What flower is that?”
“It’s called an Aster. She said it’s specifically meant for me since it’s my birth flower. Goes with the whole Virgo and being born in September thing.” Jungkook shrugged casually, offering the same explanation you gave him when he asked.
“And it’s purple? The color looks really nice.”
“Yeah, she said the flower can bloom purple, another reason why she chose it for me.”
“Isn’t her birthday in September as well?”
Jungkook gave his brother an odd look.
“How do you know that?”
“Since you two became….whatever it is you are, we’ve hung out every now and again on campus. Played twenty questions to pass the time and that question came up.” Now it was Ji-hun that eyed Jungkook with a look. “Do you seriously not know her birthday?”
“I–,” Jungkook’s ears reddened at his brother’s judgemental but equally as amused tone.
“Dude.”
“Fuck you.”
Ji-hun snorted at his brother’s response.
“Alright, why are you really bothering me right now when you know I’m studying?”
Jungkook rolled his eyes, but obliged his brother by telling him the real reason he interrupted his study session, unceremoniously plopping his bottom on the edge of his brother’s bed that faced the desk his brother was currently studying at.
“You said you were in love with Tsuki, right?”
Nodding cautiously, Ji-hun eyed Jungkook with an apprehensive look.
“Even though you haven’t been dating that long?”
“Yeah.” Shrugging his shoulders, Ji-hun just bluntly replied with no shame. Why should he?
“How?”
“How what?”
“How did you know that you were in love with her?”
“Ah.” Ji-hun snapped his fingers, a wide smile appearing on his face.
“You in love with y/n, dear brother?”
The question was harmless, yet Jungkook still felt defensive.
“What if I am?” Jungkook sharply replied back.
“Woah, woah, woah!” Ji-hun’s hands rose defensively as his eyes grew wide from the sudden hostility. “Chill, bro. It was just an honest question to your sudden interest in my relationship.”
“You’re right, sorry.” Jungkook fell backwards onto the bed, rubbing his hands over his face dejectedly. You had no idea what you did to him. He had no idea what you did to him.
“I think you are genuinely in love with her, if it’s any consolation. Even Tsuki thinks so.” Ji-hun offered sincerely, hoping to help rather than further agitate his brother with his words. In any other situation, he would’ve, but this was serious.
His head lifted up to look down at his brother who sat on his desk chair, legs spread, elbows resting on either knee, hands clasped and dangling between his legs as he was hunched over. His face was serious, he meant what he said. It made Jungkook’s defense wither away instantly, and he suddenly felt vulnerable.
He hated feeling vulnerable.
“Really?” His voice was cautious, but hopeful. It made Ji-hun smile warmly at his brother.
“Really. You should tell her. You never know, she could be feeling the same way.”
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Well, that was easier said than done.
“Wanna play twenty questions?”
Once again, you both were holed up in your father’s tattoo parlor, but this time no tattoos were being done. Another way you two passed time was to look through the tall stack of your father’s past portfolios.
Some of the material his clients requested was really out there, to put it mildly. That’s what you loved about your father, he wasn’t one to judge, to an extent. Least, not when it came to pleasing the client. No matter how overdone, overused, controversial, or otherwise — he would get the job done with an air of professionalism.
That same mindset was how you wanted to be one day.
“It’s so crazy to me exactly how many name coverups he’s had to do.” You were so deep into your own thoughts, you failed to hear when Jungkook asked you a question.
He was used to it though.
“Y/N–,” he tried again. No luck.
“I mean, who in their right mind would tattoo someone else’s name on them when you never know for sure that they’re always going to be with that person?” Your eyes widened comically as you pointed aggressively at yet another name coverup your father did that was in the current portfolio you were thumbing through.
When your eyes flickered up to gage Jungkook’s own reaction and thoughts on the matter, you noticed he was already staring at you.
He coughed awkwardly once you caught him staring and his eyes shifted back down to his own portfolio he was skimming through, though this time you could tell he had a suspicious aura around him. His knee was bouncing, he was playing with his lip ring, and he was flipping through pages mindlessly.
Your eyes narrowed in on him as you spoke next.
“Did you get someone’s name tattooed on you, Jungkook?”
His whole body stiffened, and that’s when you knew.
“Holy shit–,” you started with an airy laugh.
“Y/N, please–,” Jungkook tried and failed to end the topic of conversation, hand rubbing his forehead with dismay, him already feeling the headache he knew was going to come from having to beat this story dead, again.
“Who?!” You leaned forward in your saddle stool, unconsciously scooting your own stool the short distance to his figure, your knee knocking against his lightly. The portfolio you were once looking through, now lay closed on your lap, long forgotten.
Jungkook shut his carefully, and set it behind him on the counter next to the others that either of you haven’t had the chance to see yet. He threw his head back with a loud groan, eyes closing in hopes of when he opened them up again, this would all be a nightmare. Of all people he had to explain this story too, he never thought it would need to be you.
Opening his eyes, head back down and eyes staring into yours with a pleading look, you clicked your tongue at him and shook your head.
“Nope. Nuh-uh. You’re not getting out of this one, Kook. Spill the tea, sis.” Having set aside your portfolio next to his on the counter, you were able to splay your hands on each of his lower thighs with a soft, yet firm grip. You wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to bolt and leave you hanging.
“Her name was Lisa.” He relinquished, sighing in defeat.
Your mouth opened in a small ‘o’ shape as you wracked your brain trying to think of someone, anyone, you knew with that name. You couldn’t come up with anything.
“I was young, I was dumb, I was stupidly whipped for her, okay? It wasn’t even professionally done — my buddy, Jimin, did it. So you already know, it wasn’t the best quality. But it was for–,” he pursed his lips, dreading the next words about to come out of his mouth. When he saw how engrossed you were with the story, mixed with the feelings he got with your hands so dangerously close to his crotch, he relented. “–our anniversary. It was meant to be a surprise. I was going to show her it the next day at her place, shower her with gifts. The whole shebang, you know?”
You nodded enthusiastically, fully immersed.
He chuckled humorlessly, and continued. A solemn look appeared on his face.
“In the end, it was her surprising me. The surprise being that I found some guy fucking her.” You gasped loudly.
“That’s not even the worst part.”
“How is that not the worst part?!” You questioned incredulously.
“It wasn’t even in her bed, it was her parents.”
If your jaw could’ve dropped and hit the floor like in anime, it would’ve.
“Yep. My thoughts exactly. Safe to say, the name lasted barely 24 hours before I got it covered up — this time, professionally.” He pointed down at the spot right next to his crotch, on his right upper thigh. You slid your hand up to the spot he was pointing, not realizing the kind of effect it would take on the poor unsuspecting male.
He sucked in a sharp breath, praying to whatever gods existed that you don’t notice the slight bulge that occurred from you doing so.
You heard him, you saw him, but pretended not too.
It took all you had as you sat back up straight, not to throw a sly, seductive, comment at him.
You wanted him bad. Very bad.
The only reason stopping you, being that you had no idea where you and Jungkook currently stood. You like each other, yes, that much was certain. However, other than hanging out on a daily basis for the better part of eight months and getting to know one another better, he hasn’t gone any further.
No hand holding, no hugging, no kissing.
You were going mad from touch starvation.
Something you never thought you would feel being in a — whatever this is with Jungkook. The guy practically oozed sexual tension the moment you locked eyes with him, your ovaries screaming at you on a daily basis how you haven’t once had sex with him yet.
It was then you came to the only logical conclusion. If he wasn’t going to make the first move, then you would. But not right now. Soon. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, the loud vibration breaking you from your inner, sexual, turmoil.
With you being distracted by your phone, Jungkook took the opportunity to stand up and fake interest at the various, random, sketches that were hung and framed along the walls made by loyal fans and customers alike. With his back to you, he slunk deeper into the shadowy part of the room and attempted to discreetly adjust his erection and make it less noticeable.
He breathed a quiet sigh of relief when his efforts worked, turning back around to see your eyes glued to your phone still. You were typing away to your father, if he had to guess, knowing your mom would definitely be asleep at this hour. Once you were done, you lifted your gaze off your phone to lock onto his.
Giving Jungkook a small smile, you pocketed your phone.
“We should probably get going, Dad said he’s on his way home from the tattoo convention. He should be here within the next 20 minutes.”
“Okay, cool. No worries.”
“Same time tomorrow?”
“Actually—,” Jungkook’s hesitation made your already small smile falter considerably, now looking more like a grimace.
When he noticed your expression drop, he back tracked on his words quickly.
“I was wanting to–I mean would you–,” the way he stumbled over his words now had you eyeing him with worry.
“You good, Kook?”
“Will you go on a date with me? It won’t be anything fancy, I’m a broke bitch if I’m being honest—,” he grinned sheepishly, scratching his cheek nervously. “–but we would still have a good time, I’m sure.”
Your radiant smile came back full force, and his heart about leaped from his chest. Stupid feelings.
“Yeah. Okay. Sounds good.”
“I’ll text you the details when I actually know what we’re going to do.”
“Sweet! Can’t wait!”
“Awesome.”
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“Mom?”
“Yes, sweetie?
You were sitting at the kitchen island, watching your mom run through the motions of making a late breakfast. You liked to visit home every now and again when you had time. Now that you had a break until the next and final semester started, you took advantage of it.
“You remember that guy I’m seeing?”
“The handsome and tall one? What was his name?” She paused briefly to put a finger to her lips in thought.
“Jungkook, mom.”
“Right! Yes. Such a sweet boy, that one. What about him, honey?”
“I think I’m in love with him?”
The smell of slightly burnt pancakes could be smelt with the way your mom’s full attention was suddenly on you and not the gas stove that was turned on behind her.
“Mom! The pancakes!” You gestured wildly to her, making her eyes widen in sudden clarity.
“Oh, shit!” She exclaimed loudly, shutting off the stove and shoving the burnt pancakes into the sink.
“Language, love.”
Your father walked in with the days newspaper underneath his arm, giving your mom a kiss on the forehead as he walked past her and towards the stool next to you to sit down. Once he was situated, he gave you a kiss on the forehead as well.
“Hey, bug.”
“Hey, daddy.”
“To what do we owe the pleasure of your company today?” He jested playfully, bright smile adorning his face that matched yours when you smiled at anyone.
“Uhm–,”
“She was telling me how she believes she’s in love with that boy, Jungkook, right dear?”
“Yes, mom.” You gritted out with a fake smile, eye slightly twitching.
“You know I never keep secrets from your father, y/n.” Your mom slotted herself against your father’s side, his arm open in invitation, immediately wrapping itself around her waist. She threw an arm around his shoulders and squished her face against the side of his innocently, making your father chuckle at her antics.
“So, you’re in love. Seems kind of soon, don’t you think?” Your father questioned with a hypocritical tone.
“Honey, you confessed you were in love with me not even two weeks after we began dating. You have no room to talk.” Your mom chided in with a loving scoff.
You rolled your eyes at how disgustingly in love they were, no still are. Even after so many years together. You could only hope to share that same kind of love with someone — a certain someone, if you could ever be so lucky.
“Alright. You got me. I’m happy for you, bug. Don’t get me wrong. And he seems like a good kid, good head on his shoulders.” You knew he wasn’t done, so you stayed silent, listening. “But, if he breaks my little girl’s heart–,” he trailed off, eyes narrowing into almost slits.
“I’m 24, let me remind you.” He heard you, but didn’t care.
“You’re always going to be my little girl.” The sad smile that he wore seemed foreign, misplaced, like it shouldn’t even exist on someone who is normally so positive and happy. It made you feel terrible.
“I love you, daddy. You’ll always be my number one, you know that.” You offered him a huge smile, his favorite coming from you, and that seemed to do the trick.
“You should tell him.” Your mother softly said, hand rubbing your father’s back, a warm smile on her face. Your father just nodded in agreement, face happy, yet eyes still sad.
His little girl wasn’t so little anymore.
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When you cancelled on your original date, to say he was bummed was an understatement. When you texted him not even two hours later to meet you at Inkphoric, he felt a little better. Maybe things were still good between you two and the weird pit in his stomach would go away as soon as he saw you. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was for your father to be there.
“Mr. Y/L/N, sir. Good to see you.” Jungkook smiled at your father politely, heart racing at the unexpected meeting.
Your father just gave a knowing smile back that mirrored yours, and a gentle, yet firm pat on his shoulder as he walked by and out the door. Jungkook thought he was off the hook, but your father threw one last word at his back.
“Take good care of my daughter, Jungkook, and there won’t be any problems. Have a good night!” The smile on his face seemed contradictory to his words. It wasn’t until he let the parlor door shut tightly behind him, did Jungkook let out a sigh of relief, body sagging before he straightened himself back up.
His brows furrowed in confusion though, what did he mean by ‘take good care of my daughter’?
“Jungkook, back here! I have a surprise for you!”
Your cheery voice yelled at him from behind the black curtain that led to the back half of the tattoo parlor. He followed it with long strides, wanting to see you as soon as possible. When he pushed open the usual door of the room you two normally occupied at night, did his eyes widen and jaw go slack from the scene in front of him.
You were laying on your back on top of the tattoo bed, topless, with just your hands shielding your nipples from his hungry eyes. A tray was set up next to the bed along with the usual saddle stool, tattoo gun plugged in and ready. Were you wanting to get a tattoo?
Nope. This can’t be real. Something’s up.
He took one large step back into the hallway, and made an ‘X’ with his arms across his chest.
“Is this is a trap? Is this a prank? Is this a test?”
Jungkook’s eyes widened comically, his head whipping in both directions, more than positive that cameras were hidden somewhere or worse — your father.
“What?” You brows scrunched cutely in confusion, as you sat up, one arm now covering your chest in modesty.
“Is your father waiting around the corner with a shotgun ready to blow my brains out if I come anywhere near you?!” His words came out rushed, if you listened close enough, you might even hear a little fear in his voice.
You started laughing, hysterically. Like, tears began to roll down your face as your chest heaved, and boobs bounced due to the actions of you laughing so hard. Jungkook now gave you a look of confusion, before promptly looking away from your bouncing breasts that we’re doing things to him he needed to repress.
“You think—My father—A test?” You attempted to control yourself, you really did, but trying to talk only made things worse.
Tongue in cheek, foot tapping impatiently, Jungkook didn’t see what was so funny about the situation of him possibly getting murdered by your father.
“Okay. I get it. Haha. Jokes on me.” He let out a humorless laugh, pursing his lips.
Closing your eyes, you slowly breathed in and out until you were able to regain control of your body. Wiping your tears with your free hand, you looked over at a clearly annoyed Jungkook and grinned widely.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. This isn’t a prank. This isn’t a test. I swear to you on your leather jacket that my father will not burst in here with a shotgun and blow your brains out.” He breathed a huge sigh of relief, about to step into the room, until you spoke up again.
“But–He might blow your dick off.” You shrugged casually, feigning indifference.
His foot paused mid step, not fully hitting the ground. His eyes narrowed into slits at your shaking form that was on the verge of spewing laughter yet again.
“That’s it. I’m out. Deuces.” He threw you a peace sign and acted like he was going to leave.
“Wait, wait, wait! Okay, I’m done joking, I’m sorry, Koo! Really, please. Come back?!” You shouted at his back pleadingly, full on pouty face at work, big eyes and all.
He crossed his arms over his chest as he turned back to face you.
“Bible?”
“Bible.”
“Okay, so what’s really going on here? Why are you half naked right now?”
“Is that all that’s registering in your man brain right now?”
“Yes, cause like you said, I’m a man. I can’t help but hone in on the fact that an extremely attractive woman is half naked in front of me and not address it.”
Rolling your eyes, but chest warming at his confession of finding you attractive, you gestured around you.
“Look around, what do you see?”
His eyes surveyed the room inch by inch, and he’s thankful for once that the light is on, his vision no longer obscured by the usual lone lamp that you both would use. Like before, he noticed the tray that was set up, looking like you were going to get tattooed. What had him confused though, was there was no one else around to tattoo you, but him.
“I can see that you’re about to get tattooed, but my only question is–,” you waved him on with your hand, encouraging him to put the pieces together. “–who is tattooing you, y/n?” He tried not to sound too hopeful that it would be him. Just incase it wasn’t, and the actual tattooist, or your father, would come in at any second.
You smiled warmly at him, and pointed at the saddle stool, silently telling him to sit down.
He cautiously stepped into the room for the first time, pausing briefly to double check that you were telling him the truth about this not being a test. You rolled your eyes at his caution.
“Sit your ass down, Jeon.”
He promptly sat said ass down on the saddle stool, his eyes now perfectly aligned with your chest while you sat up. His Adam apple bobbed as he gulped quietly. His hands covered his crotch area, as he willed himself to think about anything other than the fact that your fingers were dangerously close to revealing one of your nipples and he could see the start of your areola if he angled his head, but then that would be a little to obvious that he was checking you out, so he didn’t.
“No need for surnames here, Y/L/N.”
You stuck your tongue out at him in good fun, then proceeded to explain to him what was happening.
“You’re going to give me a tattoo.”
“For real?” His tone was one of disbelief, yet excitement.
“For real.” You confirmed with a smile, excited as well.
“I’m—I don’t even know what to say—,” he chuckled lightly, face flushing from all the stupid butterflies in his stomach going haywire. If you were letting him give you your first tattoo, that meant you had a lot of trust in him. It touched him, more than he thought it would.
Dumb, good for nothing, feelings.
Annoying, heart pulsing, cheek warming, love.
You gasped lightly, cooing at Jungkook.
“Aw, koo. Don’t cry. You’re going to make me cry.”
Wiping at his eyes furiously, he feigned indifference.
“I wasn’t crying, something flew into my eye.”
“Of course.” You smiled softly at him, his vulnerability touching something within you, chest blossoming with a warmth you’ve never felt before.
Is this what being in love felt like?
Clearing his throat loudly to rid himself of his emotions, he asked you a very important question.
“What are you wanting to get?”
“Can I see your hand?”
“Sure.” No hesitation, no thinking, he just gave his hand to you. His right hand.
“Other hand.”
“Okay?” He gave you his left hand.
Turning his palm face up, you carefully spread his middle and ring finger apart, then ran your fingertip lightly along the purple aster flower tattoo you gave him.
“This one, please.”
If he thought he was emotional before.
He had to bite his lip, his only way of preventing the low whimper from escaping his lips at your choice of tattoo.
You wanted to get a matching tattoo? With him?
“Are you sure, y/n?”
“If there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s this.” You nodded at him resolutely.
“Let’s get started then.”
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The buzzing reverberated inside the room, shortly coming to a stop as he sat back up straight from his once bent position of him hovering over your topless form in order to reach your tattoo area of choice, along the curve of your left breast. He wasn’t surprised that’s what you chose, considering you were already topless and all when he walked in.
“Alright. We’re done.”
He set the tattoo gun down onto the tray next to him as he helped you sit up on the tattoo bed. You winced lightly at the push and pull of the now tender area around your breast. Grabbing the hand mirror that also lay on the tray next to him, he held it up for you in confidence you could see the tattoo clearly.
Your eyes shone with so much awe and happiness as your eyes began to water.
It was perfect.
“It’s beautiful, koo. Truly.” Your eyes flickered away from the mirror and directly into his. The praise he received from you making his chest swell with pride.
“It is, but you’re more beautiful.” He stated casually, making you let out a low exhale as you prepared yourself for what you were about to say.
“You know why I chose this tattoo?”
“To be tattoo buddies?”
“Yes, and no.”
His confused silence had you pressing on.
“I told you that if I get a tattoo, it has to have meaning, remember?”
“I remember.” But he still wasn’t following.
“I–,” he saw the way you shied into yourself, and it had him beyond baffled.
“Hey. It’s just me. You can talk to me.” His words were gentle, sweet, encouraging.
“That’s the issue.” You admitted quietly.
Before you could lose your nerve, you decided it was best to just rip the bandaid off, and whatever happens, happens.
“I’m in love with you, Jeon Jungkook.”
Shut the fuck up.
“Excuse you?!” You angrily poked at his chest with your finger.
That’s when he realized he verbalized his inner thoughts on accident.
“Sorry, not you. I just–,” he fumbled nervously over his words, and no matter how hard he tried, he kept failing to say those words back to you.
“I’m not going to force you to say it back, I’m not that cruel. I just wanted you to know.” You assured him with a small smile, misreading his fish out of water expressionism. “This tattoo means a lot to me, and that’s the reason why I wanted you to be the one to ink it. So, regardless of what does and doesn’t occur between us, you realize just how much I truly mean it.”
His bottom lip trembled at your honesty, at your blatant vulnerability in all senses of the word — as you bare your heart, soul, and body (even if it’s only because you were just tattooed) for him alone.
If his brother was here, he would be entertained by the way you have Jungkook wrapped around your finger, and you being none the wiser.
Seeing that he wasn’t going to be able to audibly express his feelings, he opted to show you instead. Setting aside the hand mirror on the tray, he places both hands on either side of your figure on the tattoo bed, pushing himself up using his arms until he’s face to face with your surprised one at the sudden, abrupt movement.
“Can I kiss you? Would that be okay? I’m not good with words.” He rushed out breathlessly, restraining his lips from getting closer to yours until you gave him permission.
“Yes.” Your reply was barely audible, but he heard it within the silence of the room.
His lips crashed into yours with a fervor, the intensity of it making you let go of the grip on your breasts in order to lean back against your hands on the tattoo bed. He whimpered within the kiss, feeling how your nipples instantly hardened both from the air and rubbing against the material of his cool, leather jacket.
You let out a light hiss into the kiss, your upper body instantly recoiling from rubbing against the leather material. Jungkook immediately came back to his senses and pulled away from you with a worried look.
“Shit. Y/N, I’m so sorry. I forgot all about your tattoo.” His head dipped dangerously close to your breast in order to inspect if there was any damage to your tattoo.
You blinked owlishly at the sudden loss of his lips on yours, your brain still registering what just occurred, as the pain dulled to a low throbbing. You flinched as his fingertips ghosted over the tattoo, but didn’t touch it. It’s only then that both of you came to the same thought, his body stiffening once concluding that your tattoo was perfectly fine, yet his head refused to move from its position.
His hand that was close to your breast, lightly caressed the side of the boob where your tattoo lay with utmost care, as if he was afraid that touching you would break you. Unbeknownst to you, he was currently lost in a lust filled haze, his other hand coming up to caress your other boob with just as much care.
You sucked in a sharp breath at his actions, feeling your own lust start to build within you. The way he touched you, so gently, so carefully, his eyes taking in your figure with nothing but sheer admiration and, you wishfully think — maybe even love? — had you pushing your chest closer to his face, your body wanting more.
Reading your body movement, his hot breath fanned over your already hardened nipple, his Adam’s apple bobbing deliciously, and his neck vein becoming more prominent at the action, had you letting out a low whine. You tried squeezing your legs shut, but stopped when instead the inside of your thighs hit the sides of his leather jacket clad waist, your body shivering upon the cool contact it provided from the shorts you decided to wear today exposing your legs.
Hearing your whine, shot straight through his body and down to his slowly growing erection inside his pants. He gave an experimental kitten lick to your nipple and you let out a low gasp at the feeling. He continued with his short, yet firm licks until he dubbed your nipple hard enough, now securing his entire mouth around the bud, suckling on it like a newborn baby.
You threw your head back in pleasure, one hand coming up to lay on the back of his head and push him further into your breast. His other hand tweaked at your other hardened nipple that wasn’t getting the attention from his expert mouth and your legs clamped around his waist as an anchor to keep your body from falling back onto the tattoo bed.
Soft pants is all he heard in the silence of the room, the low moans he gave around your nipple, had you feeling needy and greedy for more that he had to offer. You noticed how he discreetly was palming himself on the outside of his pants, and felt bad that he wasn’t getting any kind of pleasure.
“Jungkook.” His name came out brokenly when he switched his attention to your other breast, lightly nibbling on the nipple. He grunted, his way of saying ‘yes’, and you lightly laughed.
“Do you need help with your—,” your lust filled voice trailed off, as he let your nipple go with a wet ‘pop’, the lewd noise making you even more wet. You knew for a fact, your panties were soaked at this point.
“Not yet. I want to focus on you.” His blown pupils bore into yours, and you’re sure your eyes held the same glaze his did. “Is that okay? Can I?” He let go of your boobs to stand up straight and hooking one finger into one of the belt loops on your shorts, tugged on it with emphasis. He wanted them off, like yesterday.
Nodding your head, mouth parted slightly at the way things were escalating quickly, you decided to help him by unbuttoning your jeans. When he deemed you as taking too long, he pulled down your zipper for you, patting your thighs as his way of telling you to lift your butt off the table so he could swiftly pull your shorts down along with your underwear in one go.
The exposure of the cool air on your nude body had you slightly shaking with nerves, it’s been far too long since you were last intimate with anyone. You feared you were out of practice, and didn’t want to disappoint Jungkook, who you know is an expert in this field.
He could feel the slight tremble in your thighs and gently ran his hands up and down them, mistaking it as you being cold. He came up with an idea, a brilliant idea. One that only spurred on the continuous growth of his erection.
“You want to wear my jacket?” He was already shoving it off his broad shoulders before you even agreed, shortly securing it around your shoulders and helping you slide your arms into the sleeves that were far too long and hung over your hands in an extremely cute way, Jungkook thought.
As he stepped back to fully take in your nude form, wearing nothing but his leather jacket, he knew.
He was yours. His heart was yours. Always.
Another thing he found out, had him instantly dropping to his knees in front of your parted legs. Hands clutching your inner thighs in order to keep you from closing them, knowing how shy most girls get when guys get close to their pussy, he let out a shaky exhale.
“Shit. You’re soaked.” His head unconsciously leaned in further, which made you begin to get anxious, and you could feel his hands on your thighs tether you in place, preventing you from closing your legs against his head.
Not yet, at least. He thought, already anticipating what’s to come. He couldn’t wait.
Without much warning he dove in, his mouth immediately latching onto your already swollen bud, resuming his kitten licks in a pattern of firm and soft. His pace was relentless, as you moaned loudly. And his lip ring? My god.
“Fuck. Give a girl a warning next time, won’t you?” You laughed breathlessly, more moans following shortly after. He grunted, but didn’t let up. Instead, he slid his right hand from your inner thigh to your glistening wet folds. Not having much restraint, he inserted his middle finger up to the hilt, and you let out a wanton moan at the indescribable cold, yet arousing way you could feel his ring tease your opening as he thrusted his finger up to the knuckle.
Thighs parting wider to allow him more room, he inserted his ring finger, that, you guessed it, adorned yet another cool, thick ring. He could feel the way your pussy clenched around the second invader, it only fueling him to finger you with fast, deep strokes. It wasn’t until he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that spongey spot that made you a whiny mess, did your legs instantly clamp around his head at the overwhelming urge to pee.
You knew it wasn’t pee, yet you felt the need to warn Jungkook, not yet having experienced pleasure like this before.
“Jungkook—Shit—I’m going to—,” your arms wobbled from the intensity that was building quickly, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up for long. With one last hard suck, the knot in you instantly uncoiled and you screamed his name, arms finally buckling as you fell back onto the tattoo bed, hips arching into Jungkook’s awaiting opened mouth that switched from your clit to your gushing pussy.
His fingers didn’t let up as he allowed you to ride your euphoric high, mouth firmly attached to your wet folds as he tried to secure your arousal inside his mouth with the best of his ability. Much to his displeasure, it only leaked out the corners of his mouth and down his chin, his white shirt getting drenched in the process.
When your hips fell back against the bed, and your legs loosened their strong grip around his head, did he finally pull out his equally as drenched fingers from your still pulsating pussy.
“Fuck me, that was hot.” His words made you want to laugh, but your strength was lost, legs feeling like jello. When you didn’t respond, he stood back up to hover over your form until his face was above yours.
You could see your arousal on his chin and your cheeks inflamed as you came down fully from your orgasm. Your hands attempted to come up and shield your face from embarrassment, but Jungkook wouldn’t let you. His hands grabbed yours, efficiently stopping you, and with your arousal still on his lips and tongue, he kissed you deeply, before pulling away.
“You don’t need to hide from me, y/n. I love you, okay? I’m in love with you. Nothing will ever change that.”
“Do you actually mean that or is it because I just let you go down on me?” You gave him a wary look, but you already knew he wasn’t that kind of person.
He gave you a ‘are you serious right now?’ look, and you couldn’t help the bubble of a laugh that escaped past your lips as your facade cracked.
“I’m just kidding. Lighten up, kook.” You playfully hit his chest, but recoiled when your hand came back wet. You made a face. This time it was Jungkook who let out a boisterous laugh of his own at your reaction.
“That’s all you, baby girl. You did so good.” He cooed at you playfully while peppering kisses all of your face. You squirmed underneath him as his soaked through shirt clad chest rubbed against yours. His cross necklace dangled in between your breasts, and you grabbed it with your hand, fingers rubbing the cool silver.
The small, innocent act made him stare lovingly at you. When your eyes locked with his again, you forgot that you were nude with his clothed crotch against your core. It wasn’t until you attempted to push yourself up on your elbows to kiss him, did your actions cause you to accidentally grind your pussy against his very prominent bulge. He let out a gutteral groan into your mouth that had your toes curling.
“Your turn, koo.” You spoke against his still parted lips.
He shook his head vehemently.
“No. I can’t. Like, I’m so close already you have no idea. I wouldn’t last.” He spoke factually, and it made you whine sadly. You wanted to show him the same amount of pleasure he just showed you.
Once again, he peppered your pouty face with kisses.
“Next time, baby girl. I promise. But right now?” He ground his hips against yours, creating a delicious pressure on your still sensitive bundle of nerves. “I need to feel you. If you’ll let me?”
“God—Yes. Undress. Now.”
He smirked at your impatience as he stood up straight. Your hands flew to the bottom of his shirt as you helped him tug it off his lean, muscular, sexy, figure. His toned abs glistened with your arousal that soaked through, and you leaned forward in order to poke your tongue between your swollen lips from kissing to lick what you could off while he busied himself with shimmying his tight jeans off.
You maintained eye contact, even when he was fully nude along with you, as you licked up the last of your arousal with a low hum of approval.
“You taste good, yeah?” He grinned cheekily at you, thinking it would get you all hot and bothered. And it did, just not in the way he was expecting.
“I bet you taste even better though.” His eyes darkened with your statement, as he sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth with restraint.
“Nice try, but you’re still not giving me a hand job.”
“Who said anything about a hand job?” You questioned innocently, and it just about had him relenting in his resolve so he could see the way that pretty little mouth of yours looked around his swollen cockhead. He bet you looked divine. Another time though.
“Compromise, okay? How about this?” He sat his bare ass back on the saddle stool and patted his thick thighs, his penis swollen, curved and erect in between them had you licking your lips in anticipation. “If you want to show me pleasure, then by all means, baby. I’m yours.”
Scooting yourself closer to the edge, Jungkook gave you his hands to hold onto as your feet hit the cool, hardwood flooring that ran throughout the entire tattoo parlor. He guided you closer to his sitting form, and watched as you swung one leg over him so your core made contact with his curved shaft while still standing due to how big he was.
His attention immediately went to his other head upon the delicious contact with your pussy when you began to slowly grind your wet folds against him in long strokes. The ministrations causing beads of pre-cum to leak from the swollen, red, bulbous tip of his cock that you didn’t miss. Swiping your thumb across the tip, you gathered up his cum and placed it into your mouth, making a show of sucking it off your thumb with loud, closed mouth, moans.
“I knew you would taste good.” You grinned wickedly at him, and he lightly smacked your ass at the way you somehow still found a way of being able to taste him.
“You little vixen.” His eyes narrowed at you playfully, hands finding purpose at the junction between your hips and thighs, as he pressed your core more firmly against his throbbing shaft in order to create more heavenly friction. It was taking all he had not to just shove his cock into your pussy, something he could’ve easily accomplished at this angle if he wanted too, but instead he wanted to wait until you were ready.
“Only for you.” You leaned down to whisper onto his parted lips, one hand placed firmly on his shoulder as your other hand gripped the base of his cock, giving it a few hard strokes that had him moaning into your awaiting mouth.
“Baby. Please.” He whimpered lowly, gazing at you with nothing but lust and love.
“Please, what?”
“Please, I need you.”
“Tell me what you want, and you’ll get it, koo.” You cooed at him softly, your hand now starting to pick up pace with fast, short strokes that had his abs tightening.
“Fucking hell, woman. I need your tight, little pussy wrapped around my cock. Please, y/n. Please.” His words were a garbled mess as he refrained himself from blowing his load right then and there. He inwardly reeled over the fact you had a hidden dominate side behind closed doors, not used to being the submissive one. But fuck it, you could take control all you wanted.
Wordlessly, you aligned his swollen, leaking head with your dripping wet folds and sunk your lower body down until your thighs hit his with a loud ‘smack’, and he was balls deep inside of you.
“Fuck.” Your voice broke at the sudden full feeling that you weren’t expecting and that you’ve never quite experienced before.
“You feel so fucking good, y/n.” He praised you in between broken moans, his head falling in between your breasts as his eyes closed and he got lost in the feeling of all that is you.
“Yeah?”
The sound of your thighs continuously slapping against his was all you could hear besides the mutual moans and gasps you both let out as you rode him with all that you’ve got, both hands placed firmly on his shoulders as leverage, the heels of your feet never meeting the cold floor with every bounce you made.
The tall tale sign of your impending orgasm began to show as your pace started to slow down, your energy rapidly decreasing as your walls clenched and pulsated around his own throbbing member as you dug your nails into his shoulders, no doubt leaving marks in their wake.
His grip on your waist became bruising when he began to notice you were close, your tight walls making him dangerously close as well. He planted his feet firmly flat against the hardwood floor and began thrusting his hips up in order to meet yours and help you to your mutual highs.
“I love you so much, koo.” A broken sob and confession is the only warning you were able to give as your body stilled, your walls clenching around him, enticing him to come undone with you, so he did.
With one last final thrust, he stilled inside of you, his cock twitching as he spurted rope after rope of his warm cum inside your awaiting pussy, your arousal as well as his leaking from your abused pussy in lewd streaks that he could feel coat his thighs.
You collapsed against one another in heavy pants, both trying to regain enough oxygen in your lungs and will your hearts to beat at a normal pace.
He pulled away from your chest enough to find you already looking at him.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
You both broke into a random fit of laughter, something you’ve never done before after having probably the best sex of your life. You already couldn’t wait until round two. But that would have to wait.
His hands caressed your back, as he lazily rubbed it. Your own hands began to lightly massage his scalp and he let out a content sigh at the miraculous way your fingers worked.
“You may need to touch up my tattoo.” You said, eyes no longer on his, but rather honed in on the spot right below his shoulder blade where you could see the blending of both purple and black ink that didn’t get a chance to fully set in, lay.
He glanced down at the ink on his skin, then immediately looked to where your tattoo was. He gently moved your boob with his hand in order to inspect it better and gave you a mixed look of being guilty and sorry.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll definitely have to fix it.”
“Don’t worry about it, seriously.”
“I can fix it right now if you’d like? It would only take like 10 minutes.” He offered, still wracked with guilt.
A swivel of your hips, had him biting his tongue. He was still sensitive from his orgasm.
“I’d much rather spend that time doing something else.”
He admired your enthusiasm, but needed a minute. Giving you multiple pecks on the lips, he spoke in between kisses.
“Fine.” You whined childishly. “But I’m giving you a blow job as soon as you’re not too sensitive.”
“Oh my god — Deal.”
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a/n; uh. yeah. so, this happened. i have no words. but hope you enjoyed. sorry in advance if there’s any errors, this is all unedited. like + reblog if you want to support my work. feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated. if you want to see more of this couple, let me know.
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