|M.I.L.F. (4)|▸jjk
Summary▸ Jungkook can’t help what he wants, and what he wants, is you. Genre▸ Smut||Yandere||Explicit||18+ONLY Pairing▸ Jungkook x reader TW▸ Yandere, explicit smut, obsessiveness, jealousy, manipulation, teasing, toxic relationship, mentions of drugs, non-con with a random woman, hair pulling, roughness, unsolicited video, jealousy kink, unprotected intercourse, angry intercourse, violence, more clothes ripping (boy's got a kink), HATE/rough intercourse, age difference, mommy kink, possessiveness, switch!jungkook Word count▸3k
▸This is yandere. Please do not read if these things trigger you. I do not condone or support these acts. My writing is purely fictional and does not truly represent any member.
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The next morning you’re gone before Jungkook even stirs. He thought since it was the weekend you’d be happy to finally spend some time together, but it seemed you had plans that you didn’t tell him about. Again.
He’s angry about it. Angry because you didn’t tell him, angry because you could’ve at least texted him, but you didn’t. Angry because his dick was hard and he was alone. Again.
He whips the covers off his body, grumbling while searching for his clothes when the sound of a vehicle pulling up startles him. Peering through the window, he sees Jimin stepping out of an Uber, and the anger he felt before increases even more. How the fuck is he supposed to live his life and be with you when nothing was working his way? Jungkook would have called you to figure out where you were, but he had no time. He dressed as quickly as he could and was about to step out of the room to creep out the kitchen door when the front door opened. Jimin was already inside and Jungkook was stuck. He stepped back into your bedroom, closing it quietly and then leaned against the wood. Placing his ear to it, he waited until a tiny knock came causing Jungkook to hold his breath.
“Mom? Are you asleep?” Jimin’s voice sounded small, like it was tired and obvious he had been having a fun night, but Jungkook said nothing. He waited until Jimin walked off, and the moment he heard the other’s bedroom door shut, he darted out of the room and made his escape. He had to walk a little further to find his vehicle because he parked further away just in case something like this happened. When he finally got to his car, he unlocked it and slumped into his seat unceremoniously before taking out his phone to call you. It rang three times before you answered.
“Where are you?” Jungkook’s jaw was clenched tightly and he waited grumpily for your reply.
“I just needed some time. I needed to think. Jungkook…last night…”
“Was amazing. Why did you leave me? Isn’t it enough that you already leave me during the week, but now you can’t even spend the weekend with me?” His voice was elevated and high-pitched, and it continued to increase the more he spoke. “I wait night and day for you. Even when I work I make time for you. And now Jimin is here making things worse!”
“Jungkook. What are you even saying? I’m not referring to any of that. Last night you…you didn’t really give me a chance to….I wasn’t even fully awake.”
Jungkook tilted his head to the side with scrunched up eyebrows. He was confused about what you were saying. Since when did he have to bother telling you he wanted to fuck? He always wants to fuck you.
“Aren’t you mine, mommy?”
You huffed out a defeated breath and Jungkook grinned wickedly. “Of course I am. I..maybe you were a little drunk. Right? I wasn’t ready for you… but…”
“But your body is mine, your lips are mine, your stomach is mine, your ass is mine, your skin is mine…everything about you is mine. I will treasure it forever. How can you deny me what’s already mine?” Jungkook whined, his anger now dwindling to frustration because just the sound of your voice made him miss you. Why did you always have to leave him like this? He’s so lonely without you.
“I am yours–”
“Good!” Jungkook cuts you off, already celebrating his win. He heard a small chuckle escape you and he swore his heart was about to burst out of his chest. “When can I see you again?”
Jungkook waited for your response, the chill in the air causing goosebumps to form over his arms as he stared out at the rising sun.
“Let’s talk tonight and see what happens. Jimin is home and he’ll want to spend time with me too. You’re welcome to come over…just we can’t be how we are.”
Jungkook bit down on his bottom lip, frustrated at how you so carelessly had hyped him up one second before bursting his bubble the next. You always had to choose Jimin over him. Why couldn’t you understand he was what you should focus on and give all your attention to!?
Without saying a word, Jungkook simply hummed into the phone and bit down harder when you seemed happy about the prospect of choosing to give someone else your time over him. His lips started to bleed, but he didn’t even care. The pain helped him focus. As soon as you said your goodbyes, Jungkook hung up without a word and began plotting. If you weren’t going to give him all of your attention, he’d make you.
***
The night was cooler than usual, the fall weather coming in earlier than last year. Jungkook was supposed to be at your house by now, but he found himself in a club rolling his body over some needy slut. The phone in his pocket continued to vibrate and with each vibration Jungkook felt more excited. Taking a moment to glance at the messages, he felt his heart leap when the texts suddenly turned into a facetime call which he couldn’t wait to answer.
The moment your face came on, your expression dropped. He could tell you knew he was somewhere he shouldn’t be and Jungkook beamed.
“Hey! I’m a little busy with…what’s your name?”
“Jess.”
“Yeah, I’m a little busy with Jess.” Jungkook’s lips twisted into a smirk before leaning forward to place the camera in front of him and the whore. She smiled and waved, obviously drunk out of her mind, and when Jungkook dove in to kiss her, she didn’t even flinch. At that exact moment, when the joy in your eyes turned dim, he hung up the call.
“Wanna get out of here?”
“Yeah.”
It didn’t take long for Jungkook to book a motel room and get the stranger naked and on the bed. While he ate out her pussy, phone still going off in his pocket, Jungkook felt his cock grow harder, the ache from hours ago pulsing to a painful level. He didn’t realize how fucking much of a turn on it was to make you jealous. Grabbing the little bag out of his back pocket, Jungkook placed a pill into his mouth and then crawled up the woman’s body before kissing her. She opened up to him easily, gasping when she felt the pill hit her tongue, but uncaring when Jungkook reassured her.
“It’s just for fun. It’ll make you feel so good.”
The woman nodded, already turned on and completely blitzed out from the alcohol coursing through her system. Jungkook made his way down over her, kissing her neck and licking over her nipples, enjoying how her body reacted to his touch….something that you should have been enjoying except you were being selfish.
As soon as the woman passed out, Jungkook pulled out his hardened length and began stroking is cock rapidly hoping to capture the video quickly before cumming all over her belly. It didn’t take much to get him to cum, knowing that this video was for you to see how fucking much you missed out on by not wanting to spend time together. The white ropes dripped over his aching cock and onto the woman’s belly, and Jungkook groaned loudly making sure to get his point across. He licked his lips and then looked into the camera with a pout, lips red from the bruising bites and cheeks pink from how hot his body had become.
“See what you make me do, mommy?” He whined and then hit send before collapsing beside the unconscious woman. He looked over at her regretfully, wondering why he thought someone else could bring him any pleasure when you were the only thing that was making his dick hard the entire night. Maybe now you would understand the lengths he has to go to to get you to pay attention and love him. It was your fault he had to come out here and pretend to like this disgusting whore. When he finally caught his breath he realized his phone didn’t have any notifications and that the video he sent had indeed been seen. So what was taking you so long?
After five minutes of waiting, Jungkook was up and agitated. How fucking ungrateful of you not to see all the effort he was making. He cleaned up the girl and covered her sleeping form before leaving the room. Everything had been paid for so in the morning she should get the hint and leave. Hopefully she’d just assume she was drunk out of her mind instead of drugged. When Jungkook got into his car he was so tempted to call you, but of course he knew you wouldn’t answer. You were always so fucking temperamental. Regardless of this, he still found himself driving to your house, where he saw that Jimin’s car was gone.
Perfect.
Using his spare key, Jungkook opened the door, turned off the alarm and made his way to your room taking two steps at a time. Reaching your door, he stifled a giggle, knowing that you must be so jealous and fuming behind the door. He felt himself get a little hard at the thought and closed his eyes to calm himself down. He reached down to open the door, but it was locked and his jaw ticked.
He tried it again, but to his surprise he wasn’t imagining it.
“____, open the door. Why is it locked?”
He barely heard it, but he didn’t imagine the tiny sob coming from the other side. He didn’t want to admit it, but a surge of joy slinked up his spine. He knocked waiting for you to open and then again when you didn’t, his patience shrinking.
“Open the door, ___!” His voice was louder this time and he suddenly didn’t give a fuck if Jimin happened to be home at all. You, however, became nervous.
“Jungkook…p–please just leave.” You hiccupped.
Jungkook had had enough. He stepped back a bit then then shot his body forward to hit your door with his shoulder. The first time the door held, but the second time the frame splintered, and your voice came through shaking before he could do it a third time.
You opened it, eyes glazed over in fear, tears streaming down your face and nose puffy from all the crying you must’ve been doing. “Jungkook…please just stop.” You crumbled to the floor then, unable to fight him any longer. The moment you saw his sweet face, all the anger you felt from earlier made you too weak, and your spirit broke. Jungkook dropped down with you, a sudden feeling of worry flowing through him. He didn’t like seeing you so weak. He wrapped you in a hug and kissed the top of your head, rocking back and forth with you until he felt you were calm enough.
“Where’s Jimin?” Was the first thing he asked, and you simply whispered ‘school’ letting Jungkook know all he needed to know. He was finally going to have you all to himself. He placed a hand under your chin, lifting it in order to capture your sweet lips in a soft kiss. You cried into it and Jungkook couldn’t understand why. Weren’t you happy he was here? When he tried to press in and swipe his tongue in, you turned your face and sobbed.
“____. Stop this. I’m here now. This is what you wanted, right? You always want me to come crawling back to you like a sorry little boy. Always want me to be yours…always want me to touch you and kiss you and fuck you into a stupid babbling idiot….you enjoy it. That’s what makes us special. You’re my darling…my world. Why are you upset?”
It was then that you looked up at him with anger and hurt. How could he not understand what he’d done?!
“You fucked someone….someone else…” You barely got the words out, standing abruptly to walk out of the room, but Jungkook’s hand caught your wrist pulling you back into the room and against the wall roughly.
“I did it because you were being mean to me, mommy!” Jungkook’s voice sounds broken now, whiny as he presses himself into you, hands on either side of your face caging you in. He looks more devastated than you feel and it makes you dizzy with confusion.
Somehow you find your voice long enough to firmly express your disagreement. “I was mean to you? You fucked someone else. How do you think that makes me feel?”
“But I didn’t fuck her! I sweaaaar!” It’s Jungkook who’s crying now, face completely forlorn and a pout on his lips that makes you curse at how easily you could fall for it. His leg makes its way between your legs, pressing up and into your cunt making you gasp. You bite your lip, angry that Jungkook is making you forget why you were so upset. “Stop this Jungkook! Just stop it. I hate this, I hate what you did and I hate you!”
Something in Jungkook’s eyes changes, the softness gone. He grabs you by the hair, walking you over to the bed before dropping you down on it. He’s on top of you before you can shift up and the muscular thigh he was torturing you with before comes back to your heat, pressing in harder making you see stars.
Your sleep shirt is the first thing he rips off, the fabric so frail it’s completely ruined and then it’s your shorts. He tears off your underwear immediately after, a smirk on his lips as he looks up at you from between your legs when a pathetic cry escapes you. You try to push him off, somewhere between angry and hot. The way he feels over you, the anger you feel, the fact that you haven’t been able to say no to this man ever makes you sick with disappointment. He kisses you then, while you’re still lost in self-loathing. His tongue isn’t sweet, instead it’s demanding, lips biting and tugging at your bottom lip pulling a whine from your mouth.
“You hate me, mommy?” Jungkook is rough, hands grabbing and fingers pinching at any bit of skin before he settles into the crook of your neck to suck dark purple bruises into the skin. “Show me how much you hate me.” He chuckles into your skin, the breath from his mouth tickling your skin.
In the next moment you’re flipping him over, tugging at his pants and helping him to remove all of his clothing. Jungkook lifts himself slightly with the simple strength of his core and locks eyes with you. “Fuck me until you hate me even more.”
You straddle his hips, grinding down over the hardened cock that is nestled between your slit. Jungkook’s hands come up to grab your hips, holding you down in order to roll up against you in a rhythm that has you both moaning into the room shamelessly.
“Put it in…God, please put it in.”
And Jungkook obliges, lining himself up with your dripping pussy, dropping his head back at the easy slide. You were so fucking wet for him. He just knew you’d be. You were as turned on as him. You were jealous and somehow that made Jungkook’s cock harder.
“Mommyyyy.” He cries out into the room and you start riding his cock faster. “I hate you so much Jeon Jungkook!” You groan, crying when he grabs your hips tighter and begins meeting your thrusts with his own. Annoyed that he was enjoying this too much, you slap him hard against his face and he growls, eyes turning dark.
“You make me this way! You fucking make me hate you!” You cry, tears staining your face, and eyes swollen as you bounce on his cock with little mercy. Jungkook loses his voice, the view of your breasts bouncing and nails scratching his chest distracting him. You were so fucking gorgeous and oh so jealous. He already knew his plan would work. Just look at you.
Planting his feet on the bed, Jungkook starts snapping his hips up against you, skin slapping against skin as you bounce faster and harder on his cock…the angle making it go deeper until you lose your mind and come undone. You cry out into the room, more like scream out your orgasm, and not seconds later Jungkook does the same. You feel him stretching you, the way his cock swells before expelling his cum into your hot wanting core ruining you.
You fall over his chest, body spent and too tired to fight him when you feel him vibrating with laughter. It was not loud, but you knew why he was so amused and it made you annoyed. He was such a fucking spoiled brat. You turn your face to bite his nipple hard and he hisses.
“Be nice while my dick is still in you, baby.” His fingers trace over your spine, slow and languid, relaxing you against his chest as you listen to his heartbeat calm.
“I’m still mad at you.”
“Then be mad at me if this is what I get.”
You smile against him, wanting so badly to hate him but also completely smitten like a fool. Whatever you and Jungkook had, it wasn’t normal and it certainly wasn’t healthy, but who were you to get jealous when he wasn’t anything but a fuck buddy? You felt stupid suddenly realizing that all of this was for nothing and Jungkook had won. Again.
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