synopsis: going to the beach won’t stop you and your needy boyfriend from having some summer fun.. warnings: 18+ mdni, size difference, pwp, clit/nipple play, semi public sex, ‘good girl’, unprotected sex (don’t), nsfw, soft dom!jjk (no rough sex/ daddy kink!)
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‘Be quiet baby or someone is going to hear us’ Jungkook murmurs as you whimper his name when you fully sink down on his cock. Although you highly doubt if the small tent will hide all your noises you bite your lip trying to mute your moans.
Jungkook’s hands find your hips as you begin to ride him, whimpering as it hurts since you’re not fully used to his size yet. ‘Are you okay love?’ He murmurs as he notices you struggling to fully take his length, he pressed soft kisses along your jaw while rubbing soothing circles on your back.
‘Mhm I can take it’ you manage to say as you take a deep breath lifting your hips and sinking back down slowly making your eyes roll back in pleasure, causing Jungkook to loudly groan as he lays back letting you ride him.
‘Ah kook.. you’re so big..’ you whimper as you find yourself bouncing up and down his girthy cock. ‘Mhm you can take it, just be a good girl and bounce up and down for me can you do that?’ He murmurs as his lips find your right nipple, his tongue lapping circles around your areola as he fully takes the peak of your breast into his mouth. Biting it softly and then soothing it with his wet tongue causing you to sigh in pleasure. His other hand finds your left tit, he lightly squeezes it as he rolls the hard peak between his fingers. Giving both your tits attention he switches to sucking your left boob, also lightly biting it causing you too whimper his name uncontrollably.
‘Kook.. I’m close-‘ you whimper as the double stimulation is making you go insane, you feel a familiar coil in your stomach as he keeps on hitting your g-spot with each of his deep thrusts. your body running out of energy. Jungkook immediately notices as he rolls you onto your back, he hovers on top of you as he sucks hickeys on your neck, leaving a mark to make sure you remember him the next day.
He now thrusts into you from a deeper angle causing you too moan loudly. He slowly sucks a hickey right under your pulse point causing you too cry out in pleasure, the teasing being too much. He quickly stuffs two fingers into your mouth muffling your sounds, wanting to avoid getting heard by other visitors on the beach. ‘Mhm be a good girl and suck on my fingers’ he groans as you eagerly suck on his pointer and middle finger. Your orgasm building up as you clench around his hard cock.
He then soothingly presses wet sloppy kisses over his hickeys knowing they sting from the soft biting. You dig your nails in his back leaving red marks as you are on the verge of cumming.
‘Are you close baby’ he asks noticing how you continuously clench your gummy walls around his cock, your only answer being a weak whimper. He releases his fingers from your mouth capturing your lips in a deep kiss as he speeds up his pace, also chasing his own release.
He starts circling your puffy and neglected bundle of nerves in quick circles as your orgasm crashes over you like a truck, your vision turning black for a second as he burries his face in your neck painting your walls white with his hot seed. You squirt on his cock, your mixture of arousal and his cum leaking onto your towel as you breathe heavily.
‘Mhm good girl take all my cum’ he groans as he falls limp onto your body pressing soft kisses all over your face. ‘You did so good baby, squirting all over my cock’ he praises as he pulls his cock out of your leaking hole with a small plop, causing you to pout as your hole is left empty. He rolls onto his back pulling you on top of him, making sure to not touch your oversensitive clit or pussy. ‘Thank you baby’ he coos as you relax against his toned chest tracing his tattoos with your finger.
‘Mhm love you koo’ you whisper as you press a soft kiss to the mole under his lips.
‘I love you more pretty’ he murmurs as you close your eyes and melt into his touch.
He is yours, forever.
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You get your boyfriend mad and instead of apologising, all you do is argue with him – so he decides to fuck the stubbornness out of you.
genre – SMUT, dating au, mutual pining, fluff.
pairing – bf jungkook x gf fem reader.
warnings – arguing, y/n is stubborn and bratty (she's kinda the reason of the argument), a lot of pussy eating , jungkook's freaky, jungkook teases y/n a lot, denied orgasms, fingering, dirty talk, counter sex¿, cock sucking/throat fucking (he makes her get on her knees), worshipping, spanking, titty sucking, rough sex, etc...
wc – 5k+
Jungkook grips the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles whiten. He’s angry, so damn angry, but at this moment, he knows better than to say too much to you. You’re fuming, outraged and yelling at him from the passenger seat.
You’re the sole focus of Jungkook’s life. In the two years of dating you, you’re his everything and more. The one person who drives him mad in the best and worst ways. He’s stupidly and crazily in love with you, but tonight that undying, never-ending, obsessive love is twisted into ugly jealousy and frustration.
Earlier on in the evening you had happily skipped into the living room as he played video games. You twirled in front of him, wearing a very pretty, short, tight and silky black dress.
“Do you like it, Kookie?” you asked mischievously.
Jungkook’s attention switched from the screen to focus on you. When he saw you in the attire, he gulped hard, but forced a smile. “You look gorgeous, baby. But isn’t it a little short?”
You huffed and rolled your eyes at him. “Jungkook, it’s a club night with my girls. I wanna look hot.”
He let you go, of course. He’s not some controlling boyfriend that makes a huge fuss out of things. And he trusts you completely. Yes, he was overprotective and hated knowing other guys would be ogling over what’s his, but he had to believe that you’ll be okay.
When you left, he kissed you and told you to have fun, and to at least text him every hour or so. Just so he knows that you’re safe. Once you were gone, he spent the next few hours trying to distract himself. He gamed, chilled, spent time in the gym down in the basement. But none of it helped his worry, especially when you did not text him. Not even once. He spammed you for hours, but he heard nothing from you. And that might’ve triggered him, because what could possibly have you so busy that you couldn’t even let him know that you’re okay?
Jungkook did the only logical thing a loving, caring, doting and completely normal boyfriend would do. He tracked your location and drove to the club you were at. It had taken him about a minute to find you. And when he did, he felt his blood boil. You were laughing with and getting too close to another guy. The guy was tall with slightly blonde hair, being a bit too touchy with you.
“Y/N.” Jungkook called out sternly, causing you to turn to him with widened, surprised eyes.
“Kookie? What are you doing here?” you asked, confused.
“We’re leaving.” He grabbed your wrist to bring you toward him, clearly frustrated and trying to stay calm. He didn’t want to do anything stupid, make a scene, or beat the shit out of this guy for touching what’s his.
You tried to protest, but Jungkook decided to bend down and throw you over his shoulder and walk toward the exit. It was barbaric and awfully embarrassing. Your friends seemed concerned, strangers mumbled and laughed, watching as your boyfriend carried you away like you were a sack of potatoes..
You squirmed and yelled at him, but he didn’t stop until he reached his car, where he then gently deposited you in the passenger seat before walking over to the driver’s side.
“Are you serious right now!?” you yelled as he started the car and began to drive. “You just embarrassed me in front of everyone! How could you drag me out like that? What the hell is wrong with you?”
“You weren’t answering your phone.”
“So you stalk me to the club? Real healthy, Jungkook.” you say, annoyed.
“And why the fuck did I walk in to see you all cozy with some random guy?” he asks as his anger flares at the remembrance of the prick.
“It wasn’t even like that! You always do this!” you yell angrily. You know it’s kind of an exaggeration, but still. “You go out with your friends all the time. Going to clubs, parties and things, and I never say a word. I always trust you. But the second I wanna go somewhere, you make it into an issue. You’re such a hypocrite!”
From then on, Jungkook decided to keep quiet. He’d say what he needed to say at home when he’s not distracted by the road. He never ignores your calls, he always texts you, whenever he’s out there’s not a single woman involved. You’re not drunk, you’re very sober. He surely hopes by the end of the night you’ll come to your senses and see that you’re in the wrong here. He hopes that you’ll explain your side of the story properly and apologise for stressing him out.
By the time you’re home and Jungkook’s parked the car, you’re still fuming at him. You unbuckle your seatbelt and storm to the elevator, eager to get inside. Jungkook follows you with his hands in his pocket, trying to keep calm and quiet, but he cannot.
Once you’re both inside, he finally snaps at you, asking the question that’s been worrying him during the whole ride home. “Who the fuck was that guy, huh?”
Jungkook hovers over you, his eyes boring into yours. The sight is so hot and intimidating.
“He’s a friend, Jungkook. We went to the same college and we were catching up. And might I also add that he’s gay?”
Jungkook exhales and rubs a hand over his face. Okay, now that he’s a little bit at ease, he can admit it to himself – maybe his reaction was a bit overboard. But even so, there are more issues here.
“You didn’t answer me for hours. You went out in that tight, revealing dress when that club is actually full of weird assholes–”
“Oh, here we go again!” you push past him and storm to the kitchen for a glass of ice water.
“You’re out with the guys all the time. Drinking, going to places surrounded by women, but I don’t say anything, because I trust you. But I barely go out, and the one night I have fun, you lose your mind!”
You take a sip of water, but a few droplets of water fall down onto your chest, onto your cleavage. Jungkook’s eyes follow the movement. You’re a vision, even when you’re angry. Fuck, he thinks you’re so hot when you’re angry. He leans against the counter opposite you, folding his arms over his chest. He’s listening to you, well kind of. As you yell at him, his eyes wander over your body. Is he stupid? How could he let you out the house in that short, little dress? No one’s supposed to see you like that but him. He pressed his tongue into his cheek, a habit he often has whenever he tries to hold himself back.
You keep going off at him, oblivious to the way he’s looking at you. “If you can’t trust me, then maybe–”
You look up, making eye contact with him. His eyes are filled with love, frustration and need. His expression causes your stomach to flip, even though you’re so mad at him. Before you can say anything else, Jungkook walks over to you, invading your personal space. One of his hands goes around to grab the back of your neck, the other grabs your waist as he smashes his lips against yours in a hungry kiss.
You stiffen at first, caught off guard before melting into it, making Jungkook groan at the response. Your hands fist into his shirt as you kiss him. The kiss is sloppy and filthy, you both pour your frustration into it. Jungkook pins you against the counter with his body, allowing you to feel his growing erection against your core.
Jungkook breaks the kiss for a millisecond so he can reach back and yank his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor carelessly. You don’t have time to admire your boyfriend’s broad chest, his tattoos or his abs as he crashes his lips onto yours again with a groan. Your hands flatten on his chest, caressing there and down his abs while his hands caress your cheek and hip.
You pull back a little to speak against his lips. “I’m still mad at you.”
He scoffs, staring down at you. “Then be mad.” he murmurs.
Before you can fire back, he spins you around with strong hands now on your waist so you’re facing the counter. You gasp and your hands slam onto the counter for balance. Your short dress rides up, revealing more and more of your skin. Jungkook presses himself against you, his bare chest against your back and his hard bulge against your ass.
“I’m fucking mad too.” he says, roughly against your ear
He dips his head so his mouth can latch onto the side of your neck. He licks, sucks and bites on it, leaving a thick, visible mark on you. You exhale shakily when you realise that he is now dropping to his knees behind you. He caresses your sides reverently as he makes his way down to the floor. He pushes your dress up around your waist. The sight that greets him is that of your pretty pink, damp panties. Jungkook grunts before leaning in to bury his nose against the damp fabric. He inhales your scent deeply.
“Fuck…” he curses, muffled against you. “Gonna take it all out on this sweet pussy.”
He hooks his finger into the waistband of your panties and pulls them down your legs, letting them pool at your ankles. His hands grip your thighs firmly, spreading them. Your eyes flutter closed in anticipation, waiting for him to devour you. But Jungkook doesn’t start off like he normally does, he doesn’t dive right in like he’s starving for you. He starts off torturously slow, way too slow. He leaves deep, wet kisses on the back of your thighs as his warm breath fans over your exposed core. He then leans in to teasingly circle the tip of his tongue around your entrance. He doesn’t fully give you what you crave. You do try to push back against him to let him know that you’re extremely needy, but he just tightens his grip on you, holding you in place.
“Kookie… please.” you whine. Because you’re more horny than mad, the sound isn’t as embarrassing as it would be if you were feeling the contrary.
He hums against you, but he keeps teasing. Over and over again, he gives your folds long and slow licks before returning to gently suck on your inner thighs, leaving little marks. You’re aware that he’s doing this because he’s trying to frustrate you like you’ve frustrated him. You’re his woman, he knows you better than anyone in the world. He obviously knows that you can be a little demon when you’re horny so of course the best way to rile you up is through sex.
The teasing becomes too much for you so you try to pull away from him, but his hands are too strong and firm. He yanks you right back where he wants you and gives your inner thigh a warning nip.
“Stay still,” he murmurs roughly. “You wanted to drive me crazy, didn’t you? Now you take this.”
He continues teasing you until you’re whimpering and your legs are shaking. Upon hearing a cute plea from you, Jungkook finally gives in. He buries his face between your thighs and starts to devour you. His tongue plunges in deep, lapping at you filthily and eagerly. He eats your pussy with devotion that has you moaning loudly.
Jungkook loves this, he loves making you crazy while pleasuring you. He sucks on your clit then fucks you with his tongue, groaning at your taste – since you are his favourite thing to munch on. The wet and dirty sounds fill the kitchen as Jungkook devours you, his nose presses against you and his hands spread you open wider.
You moan for him louder, “Oh, Jungkook–”
You grip the counter top for dear life and your hips rock against his face as much as his grip will allow. Jungkook alternates between licking you slow and deep, and fast suction on your clit. You’re already so close, you feel your orgasm approaching. You’re certain it’s here, but suddenly he pulls back. You let a loud and frustrated whine.
“No, Kook. Why?”
Jungkook stands on his feet behind you, licking his lips slowly. With the back of his hand, he wipes his mouth, staring at you with dark and satisfied eyes before smirking at your trembling form. You turn around and face him to smack his bare chest, hard.
“You jerk!”
Jungkook hums again, amused. He catches your wrist gently before you can smack him again. You yelp when he suddenly moves his hands to grab the backs of your thighs and lifts you off the ground. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist before he sets you down on the cold kitchen counter. He stands between your thighs, gripping your hips to pull you closer to the edge so your bodies are flush together. You feel his hard cock against your core, straining against his pants. He rubs himself against you slowly, making you feel his erection.
It feels incredible having him grind against you like this, but it’s still not enough, especially when you’re so needy tonight. Jungkook watches your reactions the whole time, watches as your eyes flutter shut, as your mouth parts to let out shaky breaths. Even though he’s rock hard and throbbing, he’s doing his best to restrain himself. His main goal right now isn’t his release – it’s the punishment you deserve, sweet payback for the worry you put him through tonight.
“Feel that?” he asks roughly, rubbing himself harder against you, causing you to whimper.
You grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin while trying to grind on him, chasing more pleasure. One of Jungkook’s hands grabs your thigh hard, holding you still so you’re unable to get the friction you so desperately want.
You pout at him, your lips a little swollen from the kisses earlier. “Why are you being so bad to me?” you whine, annoyed.
Your hips twitch uselessly in his grip. Jungkook huffs out a sarcastic grin that forms into a cocky smirk. You feel like slapping him, you feel like kissing him. The first option does seem more enticing at the moment.
“Me? I’m the one being bad?” he leans closer, his nose brushing against yours as his throbbing cock continues to grind against your core.
“You’re the one who’s bad, baby. Dressing the way you did, making me chase you down…”
He presses forward more firmly, letting you feel his thick length drag against your wetness. He does that a good few times, making you salivate before pulling away again. You glare at him, but before you snap again, he brings two of his fingers up to your mouth and taps your bottom lip. Your eyes stay locked on his as you part your lips and take his fingers into your mouth, twirling your tongue around them obediently, coating them with your saliva. When Jungkook pulls them free he brings them to his own mouth to lick them before dropping them down between your legs.
He rubs your swollen, wet clit making your eyes roll. Again, he alternates between slow and fast – teasing you yet again. Your hands fly to his hair, tugging on it so he can look at you.
“Jungkook. Stop teasing me.” you demand, sounding cute and whiny despite your anger.
“Stop being a brat first.” he says, rubbing harder on your clit now.
Your eyes narrow at him. “I won’t suck your dick ever again if you keep doing this.” You threaten, trying to sound serious through the shallow moans you let out.
Jungkook gives you a bored look, raising an eyebrow, obviously not bothered by the threat. You love sucking his cock just as much as he loves eating your pussy. And trust that he loves eating your pussy a hell of a lot. It’s one of the best things he spends his time doing. He obsesses over it, it’s got to be an addiction to him. So of course he knows that you will never stop sucking his cock.
“You will.” he says, simply.
Without any warning, he slides two fingers into your pussy, pumping them deep inside you. The sudden feeling makes you cry out and arch your back. He fingers you relentlessly while his thumb works on your clit. His other hand grips your neck possessively so he can leave new marks on it.
You moan loudly right near his ear and your arms wrap around his shoulders. “Kook, fuck–”
“You had me so stressed,” he growls between kisses on your neck. “So fucking angry and worried. I couldn’t even eat, baby. Just losing my mind thinking about you out there, not answering me.”
“You’re too overprotective,” you say between moans while bucking your hips to meet his fingers. “I was okay. I was–”
Jungkook’s jaw clenches. He curls his fingers hard, deep inside you, against the perfect spot.
“Jungkook!” you gasp.
“Why the fuck do you like arguing with me so much, huh?” he asks, while keeping his pace.
He fucks you good with his fingers until your walls start fluttering around him. Your moans become louder, you’re close, so so close. Jungkook pulls his fingers out completely just as you were about to come. You let out a frustrated cry.
“I was so close!”
You try to squirm away from him, but he doesn’t let you go anywhere. Instead he hoists you up and tosses you over his shoulder again. Since your bare ass is right near his face, he uses the opportunity to smack one of your ass cheeks hard. The sting makes you yelp
“You’ve been bad. You don’t get to come that easy.” he says as he walks to the bedroom, spanking you one more time.
Once in the room, he tosses you on the bed. Your body bounces on the mattress before settling. Jungkook then hovers over you, his eyes locked on yours before he leans down to bite your bottom lip and then soothe it with his tongue. Afterwards he descends downwards, his nips and licks his way down your jaw, your neck, the swell of your breasts still trapped in your dress.
You arch into him as his hands slide behind your back, finding the dress’s zipper. But he doesn’t unzip it, instead he grips the fabric and rips it straight down. The dress tears and Jungkook pulls it down, exposing you completely.
You gasp loudly and push at his shoulders. “Jungkook! Why’d you do that?! I liked that dress!”
He smirks against your collarbone, discarding the torn dress. “I’ll buy you a new one.” he promises. “I’ll buy you whatever you want if you’re a good girl.”
You want to say something, but you decide not to. You let out a shaky breath as he goes down lower, settling between your thighs again. He presses his nose right against your pussy. Inhaling your scent deeply. He groans, sending sparks through your body. He pulls back, looks up at you and spits directly onto your clit. His spit trails from your clit down to your entrance.
His thumb rubs in his saliva, spreading the wetness, combining it with your arousal.. Your eyes flutter closed and your hips twitch up toward Jungkook’s face. He leans in and sucks your clit into his mouth hungrily, making you arch off the bed. He thrusts his tongue inside your hole a few times before yet again, pulling away. You huff out in pure frustration now, but your eyes also become glassy as you stare at him.
Jungkook feels a pang of guilt. No matter how pissed off he is or how much he wants to take all his stress out on you, he never ever wants to see you cry (unless you’re choking on his cock). He’ll make you come for sure. But first he wants to get what he wants.He stands up from the bed, towering over you.
You push yourself up into a sitting position. “You’re being an asshole.” you state.
Jungkook wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Yeah? Yet you’re the one who had me stressed as fuck the whole night.”
You roll your eyes and stand up, looking at him. “You’re being a fucking lunatic, Jungkook! I went out once. With my girls. I didn’t think–’
He cuts you off and steps closer. “It’s not about that. You’re supposed to message me and let me know you’re okay. That’s it. At least one text so I don’t spend the night wondering if something happened to you.”
You scoff and cross your arms over your chest – the movement causing your breasts to be pushed up. For a second there’s only tense silence as both process everything. You dwell over what you’ve done, which you do realise was wrong of you. Jungkook does the same, realising that his approach to the entire situation does kind of reek of lunacy.
After a moment, Jungkook speaks lowly. “Do you want me to make you come?”
You nibble on your bottom lip, glancing at the floor before nodding, slow and shy. He looks at you with his tongue pressed into his cheek, considering something.
“Then you better get on your knees.”
The sound of his belt being unbuckled makes your eyes widen. Your eyes flick down to the movement, watching as he undoes the belt and opens his zipper. You sink down to your knees, your eyes locking on the massive bulge straining against his pants. The sight makes your mouth water. You help him push his pants and boxers down. His cock springs free, slapping against your cheek. Just looking at it makes your pussy clench. You lick your lips. Jungkook’s hand fists into your hair, tilting your head backwards so you have to look at him.
“You have a big fucking mouth, huh? Why don’t you use it for something good?”
Your lips part at his filthy question, he uses the opportunity to push his cock past your lips, filling your mouth with his thickness. He keeps a grip on your hair, guiding your head. He wants to fuck your mouth, to use your pretty lips that have been arguing with him all night. His hips thrust forward, pushing in deeper. He watches with satisfaction as your cheeks hollow and your eyes water from the stretch.
“Fuck, just like that.” he groans.
His grip in your hair tightens as he makes your head bob, sucking his cock. The sight of you completely naked on your knees with your lips stretched around his cock has his head spinning. He thinks that you’re so perfect. Even though you make him insane, you’re so perfect. You moan around his cock, the vibrations make him groan and thrust into your mouth harder. Your tongue swirls him, sucking him eagerly.
“Baby, fuck. You’re taking my cock so well. Such a good girl…” he thrusts in deeper, keeping himself there so he can feel your throat fluttering around him.
Your hands rest on his thighs, feeling the hard muscle as you look up at him. Jungkook’s breath hitches when his eyes lock onto yours. He might just bust right now.
“You’re so beautiful.” he praises before driving his hips into your mouth harder.
Your moans vibrate around him. Saliva drips from the corners of your mouth, down your chin but you don’t care, you just suck him harder. Jungkook fucks your mouth for a while longer, he has you gagging and choking a bit. As soon as he realises he’s close, he starts guiding you again.
“That’s it. Just like that–” he murmurs.
Jungkook’s head tips back. He groans, getting closer and closer. You can feel him throbbing against your tongue. Soon enough, both his hands are holding your face against him as he comes down the back of your throat. You swallow all of it, enjoying the sounds of his curses and praises.
“Good girl, swallow it all. That’s my baby.”
For a moment, he just holds you there. His cock twitches in your mouth before he finally pulls it out. You pant, breathing hard. Jungkook wipes away your tears with his thumb before helping you up to your feet. The second you’re up, he brings you against his chest and kisses you deeply. You melt into it, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, but before you sink in too deep into the kiss, he guides you back until your knees hit the end of the bed.
You lay back on the mattress and Jungkook hovers over you, caging you with his arms on either side of your head. He leans down and kisses you sloppily before ascending down again until he reaches your breasts. He lets out an appreciative hum when he gets to your breasts. Jungkook loves them. He starts slowly kissing the swell of one of them, does the same to the other before nuzzling his face between them with a content sigh.
He squeezes them gently, kneading the flesh as he leaves kisses on them. He sucks one nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it then biting down softly before soothing it with more sucks and licks. He gives the same attention to both, making sure they’re both covered in his marks.
“Love these so much. Could spend hours here.” he admits roughly.
You moan as he focuses harder on one nipple, sucking it thoroughly while his hand travels down back to your clit to rub slow circles on it. But still, he’s teasing you. He’s not giving you what you want. You thread your fingers through his hair and pull on it so he has to look up at you.
“You’re pissing me off now, Jungkook. You’re being too cruel and petty for no reason.”
He stops his movements and lifts his head fully. “For no reason?” he repeats as a question, raising an eyebrow at you.
“Yes.” you insist.
Jungkook pushes himself up so he can hover over you properly, his eyes flash with annoyance and hurt. “Fine. Next time I’ll go out for hours with the guys, ignore every single one of your texts and let some girl be in my space. See how you like it.”
You gasp and push at his chest. “Fuck off. I didn’t do that on purpose, and the guy was gay!”
“Yeah, right. My point still stands.”
Again, before you can argue more, he cuts you off. He speaks in the raspy tone that makes your stomach flip. “You wanna keep arguing with me, or do you want me to fuck you?”
You bite your lip and look down at his hard cock then back at his face. “I want you to fuck me.” you say softly.
“That’s what I thought.”
He reaches between your bodies and lines his cock up with your entrance. He inserts the tip in before reaching under your back to make you arch up into him, pressing your chest flush to his. His other hand grabs your thigh and hooks it over his hip and back so you’re open for him. He pushes into you slowly, watching your face the entire time. You let out a breathless moan at the stretch.
Since you’re so wet and eager from all his teasing, he slides in easier than usual. But still, his length and thickness has your eyes wanting to roll back. Once he’s completely inside you, he stops for a moment to let you adjust while trying to rein his leftover anger. He’s going to fuck you good and take out the rest of his frustration. He starts thrusting into you. He keeps his pace slow and deep for now. But you’re impatient. Your nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on.
“Faster, Kookie, please…”
He gives you what you want. He picks up his pace, slamming into you harder and harder so the sounds of your bodies meeting and your growing moans fill the room obscenely. He holds you securely while fucking you. His pace starts to become animalistic and the bed creaks beneath you both. You bring him down for a messy kiss even as you moan and whimper against his lips. Your mouths stay parted over each other’s, both panting while he fucks you.
Jungkook actually did not realise how eager he was to be inside you until now. All his teasing from earlier on has backfired. He’s feeling extremely needy and his cock throbs hard inside of you.
“Shit…I’m not gonna last.” he growls.
“Neither will I.” you say breathlessly.
Your walls clench and unclench around him as your orgasm builds fast. Jungkook thrusts harder. “Come with me.” he demands.
You both come together. You gasp his name loudly as you gush over his cock. Jungkook buries himself as deep as possible and finishes inside you with a groan. Jungkook stays buried inside you for a long moment, his cock still pulsing inside of you. Eventually, he pulls out slowly, watching your combined releases leak from your pussy. Jungkook isn’t satisfied yet though, and knowing you, you probably want another round.
“Turn around. Get on all four for me.” he says.
You look at him, searching his face. He does look pissed, his jaw is clenched and his eyebrows are furrowed. But you also notice that he also looks a bit hurt? Your chest aches with guilt. Jungkook isn’t dramatic, he doesn’t overreact unless something really bothers him. If you put yourself in his shoes, you’d feel the same frustration he does. Heck, you’d probably be worse than he is. You definitely should’ve messaged him like you said you could, you should’ve checked your phone instead of getting carried away by your friends or the music.
You don’t say anything yet, instead you listen to what he wants. You turn and get onto your hands and knees. Jungkook kneels behind you and he delivers another hard smack to your ass. A soft whimper leaves your lips. He then presses his hand between your shoulder blades, pushing you down until your face is in the pillow and your ass is up high for him. His other hand holds his cock, still hard and wet with your combined releases, and pushes it inside you in a hard thrust. He’s deeper than before. You moan into the pillow and your fingers twist into the sheets.
“Fuck.” you whine, turning your face to the side so you can breathe.
Jungkook doesn’t give you time to adjust, he just starts fucking you immediately. His hips slam against your ass so hard causing it to recoil against him. His pace is even more animalistic than the first time as he chases the remnants of his anger. Your moans spill out uncontrollably as Jungkook pounds into you, hitting the perfect spots inside you.His hand slides into your hair, grabbing a fist full and pulling you up until your back is almost against his chest.
While he pounds into you, he speaks near your ear hoarsely. “I’m gonna keep fucking you like this.” he promises, punctuating his words with thrusts of his hips. “Gonna fuck you until you can’t argue anymore. Gonna fuck all that stubbornness right out of you, baby. You hear me?”
You clench around his cock, feeling even more aroused at the threats. He keeps the rough pace for a very long time. He grunts when you moan his name so needily, while gripping your hips and bringing you back against him in time with his thrusts so he’s able to penetrate you deeper if possible.
“I’m so close, baby.” you whisper.
“Come. Come on my cock.” he orders
You gush over him again with a pleasant moan, feeling him bury himself deep inside you again, filling you with his come once more. He keeps fucking you after your release, making sure to fuck his come into you thoroughly.
After a moment, he pulls out and moves to sit at the edge of the bed, catching his breath. He’s sweaty, with messy hair, swollen lips and reddened shoulders. He looks so fucking good. You gaze at him, again feeling guilty for what you’ve made him feel tonight. Jungkook’s crazy about you, you should’ve also taken that into consideration.. You move over to him and wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing your cheek against his strong back.
“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, Kookie.” you whisper softly. “I really didn’t mean to ignore your texts. My phone was on dnd and I just got carried away with the girls. I’ll never do that again, I promise.”
Jungkook stays quiet for a second, but his face soon breaks into a smile as he feels the tension leave him. He reaches back, grabs your arm gently and tugs until you move closer until he’s able to pull you onto his lap, so you’re straddling him.
He leans in and pecks your lips. “I’m sorry too. For being a little crazy and overreacting.” he says against your lips.
You smile as well. “I forgive you.”
Jungkook holds you close to him, content now that you’ve both sorted out the tension and apologised to each other. “We should take a shower, hmm?”
Before you agree, he stands up with you in his arms, you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. On the way to the bathroom, you both giggle against each other’s lips while trading kisses…
hiii pookies!! this was supposed to be a little drabble i had no intention of posting, but anyways..... i thought it would be like 2k-3k words at most, but not 5k words of smut💔💔 i'm so so so sick, so i'm sorry if some things just don't make sense here :( anyways, i hope you guys like this little one shot¿ oh and btw, it's heavily inspired by a ni-ki (my man my man) and sunghoon edit!!
themes ⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ established relationship, he’s such a green flag omg, down bad boyfriend and his angel princess girlfriend (i was crashing out as i finished writing it, crying about my single ass life), smut kinda descriptive (but not too much) cunnilingus, multiple rounds, unprotected sex, boob sucking, (teeny tiny dirty talk) tooth rotting fluff, SOFTEST aftercare. ‧₊ ᵎᵎ
ִ ࣪𖤐 he’d tease you with dirty words like “just because your legs are shaking doesn’t mean im done eating it baby” with a naughty smile.
࣪𖤐 unfortunately he’s the type of boyfriend who becomes merciless when it comes to eating you out, he will continue even when he’s done making you reach your peak and you poor little thing would be arching your back with your mouth left open, gasping for oxygen, your thighs trembling and closing in on his head, meanwhile he would be humming instead, leaning closer if it was even possible, flicking his tongue over your clit hastily, then he will lean down and lap up at your soaked entrance.
ִ ࣪𖤐 your pleasure comes first and foremost, even above his, before he met you it was all about reaching his pleasure, being selfish about his needs yet now his needs could wait even if his dick is rock hard, and throbbing.
𖤐 his calloused hands grip your hips tightly, keeping you in place so he could align his tip to your opening.
ִ ࣪𖤐 will press his forehead against yours while maintaining an intense eye contact as he pounds deep inside your pussy.
ִ ࣪𖤐 has mastered the hip movement technique, he knows exactly when to fasten the pace, when to go slow and steady, when to go unguarded and ravage you as though you were a ragged doll.
ִ ࣪𖤐 soft grunts, and low groans as he shoots his load inside you, filling you to the brim.
ִ ࣪𖤐 makes sure your clit is getting stimulated and you’re reaching the third or fourth orgasm of the night while he is still propelling inside you, frantically chasing his own peak.
ִ ࣪𖤐 this man loves to observe your expressions when he’s giving you pleasure and torturing you to the brink of your sanity with his teasing touches and his insatiable mouth.
ִ ࣪𖤐 your moans, your cries, your whimpers and soft gasps turn him on more than any of those sexy set of Victoria’s Secret lingerie you wear for him sometimes.
ִ ࣪𖤐 this man is a boob freak for life, his lips are always wrapped around your nipples, mouth sucking, tongue licking and flicking across the hardened bud even when you’re done chasing highs and your spent bodies lay in silence.
ִ ࣪𖤐 “fuck, yeah.”
࣪𖤐 “it’s a shame that you can’t see how beautiful you look with my cock plunged deep inside you, baby.”
ִ ࣪𖤐 “that’s my girl.”
ִ ࣪𖤐 “cum for me, baby.”
࣪𖤐 “i love you, fuck, i love you.” he repeats it a few times.
࣪𖤐 he’d slow down the tempo of his thrusts the moment he notices you struggling to breathe or if you hiss, he’d retreat instantaneously. “you okay baby?” he’d gently ask while cradling your face between his large hands, his eyes wide with concern.
“should i go slower?”
and once he gets the green signal and the nod of approval from you he’d start to fasten the rythm of his thrusts again.
࣪𖤐 bro talks you through it, everytime.
ִ ࣪𖤐 he melts into this shy goofball the moment you’re finished riding down your high, he’d be brushing your hair back, peppering your neck and face with wet and lazy kisses, he becomes so clingy it almost suffocates you, his arms wrapped tightly around you while he keeps on smelling you, his head nuzzling against your neck. the dramatic contrast from this giant puppy to the merciless and cocky man who edged you three times is almost laughable.
࣪𖤐 aftercare with him feels like signing up for an unlimited subscription to a princess treatment program, he’d know from your mood alone if he needed to prepare the bathtub to please you with a warm bubble bath or if he just needed to wipe the cum off from between your thighs with wet wipes and cuddle you till you both fall asleep.
𖤐 “did i make you feel good?” he’d whisper in your ear, and you’d blush hiding into his chest, nodding, he’d chuckle endeared at your reaction before pulling your bare body against his equally bare one.
𖤐 and when you’d ask him the same question while caressing his chest, looking deep into his eyes, and he’d put his hands over yours, kiss your palm not once but twice, and quietly say “you always make me feel good, baby.”
࣪𖤐 in the morning he’ll wake you up with his mouth clamping on your clit, and two orgasms later you both finally manage to get your asses off the bed to wash up, he’ll cook the most unhealthy, oily breakfast for you, you’d sulk and grumble about gaining weight if he keeps on feeding you so much and he’d only peck you on the lips, smile bashfully, and feed you a piece of chicken. you’d playfully roll your eyes while a grin spread across your face, your heart widening ten folds. ‘he is the best thing that happened to you.’ you thought sentimentally.
࣪𖤐 this is how i imagine oc and jungkook’s dynamic visually, he is glued to you like this at all times, his roughness and neediness in bed is no joke, he can get TOO feral when he fully dives in, similar to a beast when he’s allowed to manhandle you however he pleases. but he is just SO careful and tender with you afterwards, you fear heart palpitations with how he looks at you, touches you, speaks to you and honestly it makes up for the pleasurable pain you felt before. ⤵︎
AUTHOUR'S NOTE.
hiya from bamberbola land! most of you probably know me/follow me from my first fic “above the sheets” which I posted a few days ago.
idk if this counts as a fic for others but to me it’s my second fic here.
please shower it with lots of LOVE and tell me if i should do more of these (i wanna try writing another headcon but with a different muse — since i only stan bts, it will be one of the other members) i didn’t notice that my ask options were closed oopsies, i opened them and even turned on the anon option. if you have any questions/theories regarding my fics, or any suggestions to share, hit me up there.
you have never wanted children. at least, that's what you told yourself — until you watched your husband feed your niece ice cream like she hung the moon, and something you thought you'd buried a long time ago quietly came back to life.
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fluff, established relationship, married couple, husband!jungkook, girl dad jungkook (technically uncle but we know), discussions of wanting children, emotional confession, soft!jungkook, domestic bliss, a child who commits ice cream crimes, happy ending
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~2.0k
For years on end, you have stifled the desire to raise children. It isn’t a lack of love for the life that could be, but a fear of the world it would awaken to—a place far too jagged for such sweet, cherubic souls.
But certainty is often non-linear.
Your gaze follows the careful movements of your husband, tending to his five-year-old niece — Hae-in — with the patience he reserves for your late night musings.
The little brunette is curled up on his lap with her wondrous doe eyes, tracking the rollercoaster his hand has become as he keeps the spoonful of ice cream just out of her reach, before bringing it to her waiting mouth with a theatrical woosh! noise. And every time, her cheeks flush like peaches under the sun, followed by endearing giggles.
Jungkook exists the way gravity does — effortless, inevitable, the kind of pull that makes everything orient towards him. And the moment settles in your heart like an old love letter — tucked way, but never truly forgotten.
However, your body seems to tug you towards the familiar laughter of your lover — bright, unguarded — anchoring you back to the familiar warmth of the living room. Your heart flips at the vision of his head thrown back in delight, eyes turned into tiny crescents that you long to feel under your fingertips.
Instead, your words come out a little breathless. Fond. “Penny for your laughter, darling?”
Jungkook barely manages to speak up between those melodic giggles, but his head is tilted slightly towards Hae-in, who is now giving him a traitorous glare for painting her button nose with chocolate ice cream, her cheeks puffed up like she’s beyond all this.
“Oh Christ—” He can’t even finish. Just dissolves back into laughter.
For the sake of her tiny pride, you stifle your giggle and press your lips together. Instead, your feet take you toward the adorable crime scene. Crouching down to be on eye-level with her, you flash her an understanding smile. “Oh, sweetheart,” you coo, your fingers gentle as they swipe away any traces of the sticky sweetness from her offended nose. “We must find a way to get back at your Uncle, hmm?” you cheekily suggest, earning an affirmative nod from her.
“Yes! Uncle Koo-Koo must be punished!”
The enthusiasm in her voice coaxes a warm laugh out of you. Though you seem oblivious to the heart-stopping gaze your husband directs at you. It is only when he lets out a soft gasp — realizing the mischief you directed through your niece’s ice cream laden fingers, now painting his nose in chocolate brown — that pulls your gaze to his reaction with a victorious smirk.
Yet again, any retort he might have ready on the tip of his tongue is swallowed by Hae-in’s chirp voice echoing in the space between you. “Silly Uncle!”
“Silly?! You wound me, princess.”
His lower lip juts out in a childish pout for emphasis.
Hae-in giggles, not fazed in the slightest by his theatrics. If anything, her arms reach up to you in solidarity to which you celebrate your successful revenge by scooping her up and your beloved husband receives the playful image of you sticking your tongue out at him.
“Oh no, my own wife is teaming up against me!”
“Heh. Gotta back up my princess, after all.”
“Woah—”
Hae-in, always one step ahead, declares smugly: “Aunt Y/N loves Hae-in more than Uncle Koo-Koo!”
“Oh, you brat—”
You laugh, warm and unguarded. Not even realizing the way your lover’s breath stills with something like realization and longing as you cradle Hae-in snugly to your chest and kiss her temple. Old letters are impossible not to revisit.
.☘︎ ݁˖
All good things must come to an end — however temporarily — because when Jungsu knocks on your door with a grateful smile and warm hugs, there’s a bittersweet reluctance that makes home in the space between your ribs. More so when Jungkook bribes Hae-in with more ice cream for next time to which the little sunshine responds by sloppily kissing his cheek.
“Uncle Koo-Koo is the best!”
“Oh, is he now?” He chuckles knowingly.
You, for your part, take it all in with a pensive smile on your lips. The ache in your chest threatens to consume you, but you lock that door and hope, quietly, that Jungkook will find the key. You’ve never been good at saying the thing out loud, but you’re getting better at hoping someone will ask.
The journey is always unpredictable, but in this moment — observing the same reluctance in your husband’s posture, the way his eyes follow Hae-in until the elevator closes behind them — shows you that maybe, just maybe… you’re not as alone as you think.
.☘︎ ݁˖
With night comes the blooming scent of jasmine, encompassing the air with floral, creamy notes. It mingles with your own scent of sweet coconut and citrus — washing away everything but the stubborn ache in your chest.
Occasionally, the ache is stifled when you focus on the steady rhythm of Jungkook’s heartbeat beneath your ear, your head tucked under his chin. But it returns with an persistence that’s hard to lock away as meaningless. The golden lamplight holds steady. You do not. You ignore it — choosing, instead, to focus on his fingers threading through your hair with tender reverence, his inked arm wrapped around your waist protectively.
A moment of silence passes. Then another. You sigh. Lifting your head just enough to glance at him, you note his closed eyelids and the tiny, peaceful smile on his plush lips.
"Koo…?" you call out, soft and hesitant.
"Mm?"
He lazily peeks an eye open. "What is it, jagiya?"
Despite your scattered thoughts, your lips twitch up in fond amusement at his endearing habit. He’s all sharp, beautiful curves framed by the amber glow.
As if sensing your conversational demeanor, his eyes flutter open to meet yours with renewed interest and curiosity.
“I’ve been thinking…” you start, albeit too careful. “The day passed beautifully because of Hae-in. Don’t you think so?”
Waiting for his reply, your thumb caresses over his cheekbone.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, his own thumb stroking small circles on your hip. “She’s a delight, really. Got me wrapped around her little finger with a look.”
He chuckles, then adds: “Even if she loved the ice cream more than me.”
A warm huff of agreement escapes your lips. But then you go quiet again. Your thoughts drift before you can stop them. “The house seemed to bloom with her giggles,” you muse.
Jungkook hums low in his throat. His fingers curl around your own as he brings them to his lips for a kiss to each one of your fingers. In-between kisses, he speaks— “Felt like some kind of untainted melody. I was in awe every time she smiled.”
I was in awe of you, you almost say.
Instead, you let the silence speak for itself. The warmth blooms into something sweeter as you reflect on the afternoon spent with your niece.
Jungkook props himself up on an elbow this time, his gaze roaming over your face.
It’s as if he’s trying to peek into your soul. “What?” you mumble.
He smiles knowingly. “You looked really happy with her. And she seemed smitten with you.”
“Eh, don’t flatter me like that.”
“I call it as I see it, jagiya.” A pause, then warmer: “She adores you.”
Your cheeks flush a charming pink. "She does?"
Jungkook hums, but it comes out more like a disbelieving huff. Almost like he can't comprehend how someone could be so unaware of the way she moves through the world — all quiet care and instinctive warmth, like she doesn't even notice herself doing it.
“Hyung told me she’s usually very reserved around people, but she immediately teamed up with you—”
That earns him a small laugh from you. He grins, continuing. "So yes, jagiya. She adores you.”
Deep down, maybe the thought had already taken root, but his assurance has made it bloom and settle in your chest like flowers on an endless pathway — briefly lessening the ache. The unknown ache. Where does it lead you?
You try to make sense of it, but it tangles like a knot the more you do. But as you think back to the time you spent with Hae-in, you’re reminded of the trust and affection she so sweetly directed at you, and it cracks something open in your chest.
A deep, suppressed melancholy.
Before your mind even catches up to the frown on your lips, or the single tear slipping down your cheek, you’re being cradled against a broad chest. Jungkook’s warmth envelopes you like a shield against your own thoughts — the familiar woody scent of his skin pulling you back from the longing quietly unraveling at the edges of your heart.
He doesn’t demand, doesn’t offer empty words — just holds you like a delicate, contradictory poem. “I’ve got you, jagiya.”
“Koo…” you breathe out, your voice shaky at the edges. “I— I don’t understand what I’m feeling. Everything feels tangled up with no loose ends.”
“It’s okay, sweetheart. There’s no rush.”
His lips brush against your temple in reassurance. “Breathe with me.”
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
Following the instructions, you repeat it until your heartbeat is far less erratic.
Even so, your thoughts flow like an endless stream, all pointing to directions you’re too afraid to admit even to yourself.
But when his arms tighten around you to hold you more snugly, you reach for the bravery you’ve not yet developed. “I…” you start, but trail off soon after.
“You what, jagiya?” he prompts gently, pulling back slightly to look at your face. He brushes a strand of your hair, tucks it behind your ear, and smiles patiently.
A soft pause and then:
"Whatever it is—you're not alone, sweet girl," he promises, well aware of how words tend to fail you when it matters most. “Never.”
You search his eyes for something — sincerity? acknowledgement? — and when you find it, the last of your frustration melts away into something like longing.
“I want to be a mother,” you confess. Your voice comes out too soft, almost like you’re afraid to let the words exist out in the world.
Jungkook goes still as a statue, his mind working hard to process your current words with the reality of your past ones. A flicker of doubt passes over his features. “Baby—”
“No,” you interrupt gently. “I know what you’re going to say. But, it’s not a temporary ‘baby fever’ because of Hae-in. It’s—” You pause, gauging his reaction. “It’s because of you, Kook. I saw how happy you were with her. And I remember how happy we both were. It made me realize that even when the world is cruel, the softness, the love — it starts with us.”
Jungkook is silent yet again. It lingers in the air like hope and anticipation. You almost take everything back until you notice the tears welling up in his eyes.
“Hey, hey—” You palms cradle his face with reverence preserved for prayers. “What’s wrong, honey? Did I say something wrong?”
He shakes his head. “No, no. It’s just…” Sighing softly, he leans in until your foreheads are pressed together. “I’m so overwhelmed with emotions, jagiya. That’s all.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” you offer warmly.
There’s a moment of silence as he gathers his thoughts. When he speaks up, his warm breath ghosts over your lips.
“I didn’t expect this. I never thought you’d change your mind,” he admits. “And it’s not that I wasn’t happy earlier — it was a mutual agreement, after all — but… if this is what you truly want, there’s no one else I'd rather start a family with, jagiya."
“I want this, Koo,” you affirm, the tip of your nose brushing against his. “I think I’ve been haunted by the narrative of my own childhood for the longest time. But after seeing how naturally we fit in with Hae-in — it gave me something like courage.”
“You’re not your parents, jagiya. Their patterns are not yours to carry anymore."
summary: Jungkook knows he has no right to you anymore, not after your breakup— but that doesn’t stop him from losing control when he finds out about you and Taehyung. Soon after he’s confronting you in a janitor’s closet and showing you how you’ll never find someone better than him.
genre/warning: a little plot but mostly smut. / dirty talk. degradation (slut-shaming). dry-humping. clit-slapping. blowjob. throat-fucking. oral sex (fem! receiving- you know me guys). rough sex. penetration. creampie.
authors note: yes it’s me high again. let me do my thing and get ur panties ready this is a long one. — i’ll edit this later!!
— this can be read on its own but for more context: sugar talking (first part).
Jungkook knew something was wrong before he even understood what it was.
It sat somewhere under his ribs, dull and persistent, like a bruise he kept pressing without meaning to. The bar was too loud, full of overlapping voices, clinking glasses, bursts of laughter that came too easily for a random Thursday night. Someone had opened it that night, a friend of a friend, which meant half the room was familiar faces and the other half pretending to be. Jungkook stood in the middle of it, drink in hand, nodding along to a conversation he hadn’t been listening to for the past ten minutes.
He laughed when they laughed. Said “yeah” at the right time. Took a sip when there was a pause. But his mind was somewhere else entirely.
On you.
On his phone. On the last message he had sent that still sat there, unanswered.
He shifted his weight, pulling his phone out again without thinking, thumb already unlocking it like muscle memory. The screen lit up, and there it was… your chat, pinned, untouched, still with that stupid nickname he reserved only for you. His last message from earlier that afternoon:
Are you going tonight?
Delivered.
His jaw tightened slightly. It was stupid. Such a small thing. You were probably busy, or you hadn’t seen it, or you were ignoring him on purpose— which, honestly, would have made sense too. A lot of more sense than you actually replying. He exhaled through his nose, locking the phone again a second later, slipping it back into his pocket like it burned him.
“…and then he just left, like actually left, didn’t even say goodbye—”
Jungkook blinked, dragged back into the conversation mid-sentence. “What?”
His friend snorted. “You weren’t even here, man.”
“I was,” Jungkook said automatically, lifting his drink slightly. “Just tired.”
“Sure,” another one chimed in, eyeing him. “Or thinking about her.”
The word landed heavier than it should have.
Jungkook didn’t react immediately, just took another sip, slower this time. “Don’t start.”
“I’m just saying,” the first guy shrugged, leaning back against the bar. “You two were… you know.”
“Yeah,” someone else added, “everyone thought you’d last longer.”
Jungkook let out a quiet, humorless laugh. “Good to know everyone had bets on it.”
There was a brief pause, the kind that filled with things people didn’t say out loud.
It had been a stupid fight. That was the worst part. Not something explosive, not cheating or lying or anything dramatic enough to justify how final it felt now. Just time. Or the lack of it. Work piling up, schedules not matching, you getting tired of asking for space in his life that should have already been yours.
You had argued about it before. Multiple times.
And every time, Jungkook had said the same thing: it’ll get better. I’ll make more time.
It didn’t. He didn’t.
And now you weren’t answering his texts. Which— fine. Okay. He got it. You were mad. You had every right to be. But there was something about the silence that felt… different that time. Not angry. Not temporary but final.
Final. That thought made something twist uncomfortably in his chest.
“Speak of the devil,” someone muttered.
Jungkook’s head lifted before he could stop himself. “What?”
His friend tilted his chin slightly toward the other side of the bar. “She’s here.”
For a second, Jungkook didn’t move. Then he turned. And there you were.
Across the room, near one of the high tables, surrounded by people he vaguely recognized. You were laughing at something someone said, head tilted back slightly, hair falling over your shoulder in a way he knew too well. There was a drink in your hand, your posture loose, comfortable, confidence that you always carry so well.
Like nothing was wrong. Like nothing had ended. Like you weren’t as hurt as he was.
Jungkook’s fingers tightened subtly around his glass.
“Not surprising,” one of his friends said. “She’s still friends with Sooka, right?” he was the one opening the bar.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Figures.”
Jungkook hummed faintly, but he wasn’t really hearing them anymore.
He was watching you, trying to figure something out he couldn’t quite name. You looked the same. Exactly the same. And somehow… not.
“Yo, Jungkook—”
He didn’t respond.
“—hey, are you even—”
“What?” he snapped, a little sharper than intended, dragging his gaze back to them.
His friend raised his hands slightly. “Relax. I was just asking if you wanted another drink.”
“I’m good.”
“You sure? You look like you need one.”
Jungkook almost said something back, but another voice cut in, lighter, distracted.
“Guys did you see the videos from last week?”
“What videos?”
“The party. Someone posted a bunch, they even got Kyung taking his shirt off.”
That caught Jungkook’s attention just enough.
“What party?” someone asked.
“Last Friday. The one at Minho’s place.”
“Oh, that one. Yeah, I heard it got messy.”
“It did,” the guy grinned, already pulling his phone out. “Look at this…”
He turned the screen around, and a small group leaned in. Jungkook didn’t, not at first. He was still half-looking across the room, still aware of where you were, what you were doing.
But then the phone got shoved closer to him.
“Look, look— this part…”
Jungkook sighed quietly, glancing down more out of obligation than interest. He had been at the party for ten minutes, when he didn’t find you he just left with Taehyung who had been eager to go back home and leave the place.
The video was exactly what he expected. Loud music, shaky camera, people dancing too close, laughing too hard. His friend taking his shirt off and making a fool of himself once again. Nothing important. Nothing he cared about. He was about to look away— and then he didn’t.
Because something in the background shifted.
Not the focus of the video. Not what the person filming intended. But a person he immediately recognized there. A person he could recognize in any place, in any clothes, in any setting.
You.
… And Taehyung.
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed slightly, his attention snapping into place without warning.
The video kept playing, but he wasn’t watching anything else anymore. You were standing near the edge of the frame, half-obscured by other people, talking. Close. Too close for his liking. Taehyung leaned in in the counter and closer to you to say something, and you laughed… head dipping, shoulder brushing his.
A reaction he knew too well.
I was small, it was nothing. It shouldn’t have meant anything. But it did. Because he could recognize when you weren’t just talking to someone but entertaining them.
Jungkook straightened slightly. “Wait.”
“Hm?”
“Go back.”
His friend paused, confused. “What?”
“Go back,” Jungkook repeated, more focused now.
The guy rewound a few seconds. “This part?”
“Yeah.”
They watched it again.
This time Jungkook didn’t miss anything. The way Taehyung’s body angled toward you. The way you didn’t pull away. The ease of you entertaining his friend, flirting.
Jungkook’s jaw tightened.
“Oh, is that Taehyung?” someone shrugged. “He was at the party too, right? Didn’t he leave early?.”
Jungkook didn’t answer.
Because he knew that wasn’t entirely a lie. He left early, but he had arrived there early too.
“Show me more,” he said suddenly.
“What?”
“More videos. From that night.”
His friend frowned slightly. “Why?”
“Just show me.”
There was a brief hesitation, then a shrug. “Okay… I think there’s more on Kyung’s page. You know how he likes to post every party event.”
Jungkook didn’t wait. He was already pulling his own phone out, already opening the app, searching. The account came up quickly. Posts and highlights from every party his friend went to, even reposts, from last week, from different nights.
He scrolled. One story. Another. Nothing. Just crowds, drinks, music. His thumb moved faster. Scroll. Scroll. Scroll—
There.
Videos posted the weekend before. Same place, same lighting. He started watching it like he was a damn FBI agent looking for the most wanted criminal. Video after video and for a second it was nothing again, just people dancing, laughing, moving through the frame.
Then the camera shifted slightly to the last post, someone was talking about their favourite alcohol drinks like an influencer. And in the background—
Taehyung.
Pushing someone out of the bathroom where you were standing inside.
Jungkook’s breath caught, just barely.
The movement was quick, almost easy to miss if you weren’t looking for it. A hand on a shoulder, a shove, a door opening. The guy stumbled out, clearly confused, saying something the video didn’t catch. And then Taehyung stepped inside, the door closing behind him with intention.
Jungkook didn’t move. He didn’t even blink for a minute. The video kept playing, but it didn’t matter anymore. Because suddenly, everything connected in a way that made his stomach drop.
You.
The first video. The way you had looked that night. The silence afterwards. Taehyung acting weird lately. Taehyung saying he didn’t know if you were there. The bathroom.
His grip tightened around his phone.
“What’s up?,” someone muttered beside him, noticing over his shoulder. “Did you find something…?”
Jungkook didn’t answer.
Because he did. The thought was already there, fully formed, sharp and ugly and impossible to ignore. Something had happened. And it wasn’t just with anyone. It was him, Taehyung, one of his best friends.
Slowly, almost mechanically, Jungkook lifted his head. Looked across the bar again and found you immediately. But this time you weren’t alone. You were standing close to Taehyung. Talking like nothing had ever happened, or like everything already had.
Anger started growing in his veins.
Jungkook couldn’t stop looking at you two.
It was worse now that he knew— or thought he knew. Before, there had been doubt, something he could twist into something else, something harmless. A coincidence, a bad angle. A misunderstanding. Now there was none of that. Now there was just the image burned into his head. Taehyung’s hand on that door, the way he had stepped inside like he belonged there. Like he had a reason to be in a room with you.
Like you were already waiting for him.
Jungkook’s jaw clenched so hard it started to ache, but he barely noticed. His grip around his phone tightened until his knuckles went pale, the edges digging into his palm. Across the bar, you were still there. Still grinning. Still leaning slightly toward Taehyung like nothing in the world had shifted.
Like you hadn’t just—
His stomach turned, something sharp and ugly twisting inside him.
Of course Taehyung had tried something. Jungkook wasn’t stupid. He had known for a long time. The way Taehyung looked at you sometimes… too long, too interested, too aware. The jokes that leaned a little too close to flirting. The way he always somehow ended up near you in group settings.
Jungkook had noticed.
He just hadn’t thought— No. That wasn’t true. He had thought about it. He just hadn’t believed you would ever give in.
And that… that was the part that made his chest feel tight now. Not that Taehyung wanted you. That was expected. It was that you might have wanted him back. That you might have let him have you the way he once did. That you had broken up with Jungkook and, instead of missing him, instead of needing space or time or anything he had convinced himself you needed—
You had gone to Taehyung.
His best friend.
Jungkook let out a quiet, sharp breath, dragging a hand down his face. This was insane. It could still be nothing. It could still…
He looked back up and saw the way Taehyung leaned closer to you again. Saw the way you didn’t move away like usually did. The way you were still there, still talking to him.
That was it. Something snapped clean in his chest. He was moving before he fully registered it, pushing himself off the bar, barely hearing someone call his name behind him. His steps were quick, direct, cutting through the crowd without hesitation, his focus locked on one thing only. On you, on him.
You noticed him too late.
By the time your eyes flicked up and met his, he was already there, already too close, already reaching for you. His hand closed around your arm, firm, unyielding, fingers digging in just enough to make you frown in confusion.
“Jungkook— what—”
“Shut up.”
It wasn’t a request.
“What the fuck—?”
Over his shoulder, his eyes flicked back briefly, locking with Taehyung’s for half a second. There was no confusion there. No question, just something dark and warning. “We’ll talk later,” Jungkook said, voice low but sharp enough to cut through.
You barely had time to react before he was pulling you away, out of the conversation, out of Taehyung’s reach, through the crowd toward the back hallway. The music got muffled the further you went, replaced by the dull echo of footsteps and your voice trying to keep up with him.
“Jungkook, what the hell— let go!—”
He didn’t. Didn’t even slow down.
Then he was turning away again, pulling you the rest of the way down the hall until he found the first door, shoving it open without checking and dragging you inside.
It was small. Bare. Some kind of storage office, maybe for cleaning supplies. A desk shoved in the middle of the place, a chair in a corner, shelves with random things stacked unevenly.
The door slammed shut behind you.
And suddenly it was quiet. The music barely making it inside.
Jungkook let go of your arm, but only because he needed the space, needed a second to breathe before he did something worse. His chest was rising and falling too fast, his hands flexing at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them.
You were already moving. “Are you insane?” you snapped, turning toward the door. “What is wrong with you—”
“Did you fuck him?”
The words cut through the room so fast they almost didn’t register. You froze immediately. Actually froze. Your hand paused on the handle, your whole body going still for just a second too long.
And that was enough.
Jungkook laughed, but there was nothing amused about it. It came out sharp, disbelieving, almost breathless. “Wow.”
You turned back slowly. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” he shot back immediately, stepping closer. “Don’t ask? Don’t notice? Don’t put two fucking things together?”
“You don’t get to come in here and—”
“Did you?” he cut you off again, louder this time, the restraint slipping. “It’s a simple question.”
“Do you think I would fuck—?”
“You better not fucking lie to me,” his voice was demanding, rough, scary.
There was a silence. Your jaw tightened. “It’s none of your business if I did.”
That answer hit worse than anything else.
Jungkook’s expression shifted, something darker settling in. “None of my—” he repeated, shaking his head slightly like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Right. Yeah. Of course.”
You crossed your arms, defensive now, already pulling away from the conversation. “We broke up, Jungkook.”
“Yeah,” he snapped. “I’m aware.”
“So what I do— who I see—”
“Who you see?” he laughed again, sharper this time. “You’re seeing him now? Is this a fucking joke?”
“I’m not seeing him and I didn’t—” You took a step toward the door again. “I’m not doing this with you. We’re done.”
He moved faster, hand slamming hard against the door before you could reach it, blocking your way completely. The sound echoed in the small room, making you flinch just slightly.
“Yes, you are.”
“Move.”
“No.”
“Jungkook—”
“Answer me.”
Your eyes flashed. “You don’t even fucking care. If this is an ego thing then no— I didn’t fuck him.”
That made him pause. Just for a second.
Because the answer was right there, sitting in his chest, heavy and undeniable and humiliating in a way he didn’t want to put into words. Because it shouldn’t matter. Even if it was an ego thing it shouldn’t matter. Because you weren’t his anymore. Because he had lost that right. And still—
“I care,” he said, voice lower now, rougher, “and not because an ego thing.” You didn’t say anything. And that silence stretched. “You could’ve picked anyone,” he went on, stepping closer again, his voice tightening with every word. “Anyone. And you go for him?”
“I didn’t ‘go for’ anyone—”
“Don’t lie to me,” he snapped. “I saw the videos.”
“Videos?,” you snorted, humourless. “What— me and him fucking?.”
“No, you and him in that fucking party last week.” That made your expression flicker. A small and quick motion, but he caught it. You didn’t say anything snarky. “Yeah,” he said, nodding slowly. “That’s what I thought.”
You exhaled sharply, frustration bleeding through now. “It was a party, Jungkook. People talk, people drink—”
“People don’t end up in bathrooms together for no reason.”
The words landed hard. Your lips parted slightly, but nothing came out.
Jungkook stepped even closer, until there was barely any space left between you, his voice dropping into something quieter, more dangerous.
“Was he better than me?”
Your head snapped up. “What?”
“Was he better,” he repeated, slower this time, like he wanted you to hear every word, “or were you just that desperate to get over me?”
“Fuck you,” you shot back immediately, shoving at his chest. “You don’t get to say that—”
He caught your wrist before you could pull away, grip tight, not letting you go this time.
“Then what was it?” he demanded. “What— one week and you’re already— what? Letting someone else touch you? Spreading your legs for my best friend—”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Why?” he pushed. “Does it make it more real if we say it out loud?”
That did it. Something in your expression shifted, anger breaking through whatever restraint you had left. “You don’t get to do this,” you said, voice shaking now, louder. “You don’t get to act like you care after everything.”
“I do care—”
“Then where were you?” you shot back. “Where were you when I was asking for time? When I was asking for you to show up? You didn’t care then you don’t care now. You just don’t want me to move on.”
“That’s not—”
“You don’t get to ignore me for months and then suddenly decide you’re entitled to know who I’m with.”
The words hit him hard. Jungkook’s grip on your wrist tightened slightly, his jaw clenching again. “So this is what this is?” he said, quieter now, but no less intense. “You’re proving a point?”
“No,” you snapped. “I’m not proving anything to you because I don’t give a fuck about you anymore. We’re done.”
And those words landed between you like something solid. Like it was final. Jungkook stared at you for a second, something flickering across his face, anger, disbelief, something else underneath it that he didn’t let fully surface.
“Right,” he said finally, voice flat. “And now you’ll go to him?.” You didn’t answer. And that silence… It drove him insane. “Say it,” he pushed, stepping closer again, backing you up until the back of your shoulders brushed the wall. “Say it and I’ll drop it.”
“I don’t owe you—”
“Say it. Say that you’ll go to him. Say you don’t want me anymore.”
Your breathing hitched slightly, your back pressing harder against the wall as he closed the distance completely, his presence overwhelming in the small space.
“Jungkook—”
“Say it,” he repeated, softer this time, but somehow worse. “Tell me you want him.”
You swallowed. Your eyes flickered to his mouth for half a second— barely noticeable. But he saw it.
And that was it.
That was all it took, something in him snapped completely. His hand came up to your jaw, rough, not gentle, tilting your face up toward his as he leaned in, the last inch of space disappearing in a second.
And when he kissed you it wasn’t soft, it wasn’t hesitant. It was angry, desperate. Messy in a way that felt like he had been holding it in for too long and didn’t know how to do it any other way anymore. Jungkook’s lips smashed against yours like he’d been starving for it, like he couldn’t breathe without tasting you. His hands were everywhere— grabbing your waist, sliding up your back, threading through your hair— claiming, desperate, unrelenting.
Every thought he had was sharp and brutal: the thought of you with someone else, Taehyung’s stupid smug grin, the way he got to touch you, the way he got to hear your sweet sounds. The way he probably got to taste you and kiss you like that… it made him furious, desperate.
He pressed closer, chest against yours, like if he didn’t physically own you, he’d lose you entirely.
When he pulled back just slightly, just enough to see your face, his eyes were wild, dark with jealousy. “Was he better than me?” His voice was low, tight with anger, but trembling under the weight of his desire.
You froze. You opened your mouth, closed it, said nothing, tried to pull back. But he roughly grabbed your jaw with his fingers, making you pout slightly and tilting your head toward him, forcing your eyes to meet his. “Answer me,” he snapped, desperation sharpening his tone. “Was he better?”
Your silence was fuel to him, making something in his chest twist, making him kiss you harder, more urgently, as if trying to erase every trace of that possibility. He pressed his forehead to yours, breathing fast, whispering against your lips, “I’ll fucking show you… I’ll show you exactly who’s better.”
“Don’t— ”
“Now you talk?” He shook his head angrily. “You better keep your fucking mouth shut if you’re not answering right.”
Jungkook didn’t let you protest, kissing you hardly again.
He knew two things now: 1. He was going to fuck you senseless, and 2. He was going to kill Kim Taehyung after he was done with you.
His hands didn’t stop, roaming possessively, memorizing your body the way his mind wouldn’t let him forget. He kissed you like he was claiming you, like the second he let go, you might disappear into someone else’s arms forever. Every push, every pull, every heated second was coated with the anger, obsession, and need he couldn’t control. He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t kind. He wasn’t thinking. He was Jungkook— possessive, furious, and completely undone by the idea that you weren’t his anymore.
No, no— you were. You were his. He was going to show you. He was going to remind you.
You were still his. Jungkook was going to erase every trace of him.
Even as your lips parted and you tried to get words out, he silenced you with another sharp, hungry kiss, letting his hands and body speak for the fury he couldn’t contain. His mind spun with every memory, every image of you with anyone else, twisting into one single, obsessive thought: you’re mine, and I’ll make sure you never forget it.
“Get on your knees.”
It wasn’t a request. Jungkook’s voice was hard and rough, he was commanding you to do as he said so. You still opened your mouth to say something but he immediately pushed you down. His hand on your shoulder making you crunch down until you were on your knees.
“It wasn’t a fucking question.”
You’ve never seen Jungkook angry like that and somehow it just made your body vibrate with anticipation.
You were on your knees in the middle of a dark janitor’s closet, in a new bar, wood floor rough against your bare skin, heart hammering so loud you swore it echoed. Jungkook’s eyes glanced down at you. Dark and hard. His gaze moving at your glossy wet lips, and he had to stop himself to kiss you again by putting his thumb against your lips instead.
“Open,” you did. And he forced his thumb in. You gripped his forearm, and he forced himself forward, pressing his thumb down on your tongue so you would suck a it, almost making you gag. “Yeah? Miss having a real dick?. Couldn’t even spent a month without having to look for it?”
He pushed his thumb out of your mouth, his hands going straight to unbuckle his jeans. You looked up as he started pumping himself over his clothes, getting harder at the sight of you.
“I didn’t,” you said to him.
Jungkook started breathing harder. Hope growing in his chest. “You didn’t fuck him?.”
“No, I did. I just didn’t have to look for it. Taehyung find me.”
You did fuck him.
Jungkook was definitely going to kill him.
And he was going to make you choke on it.
Jungkook’s jaw tightened. His gaze darker than before. He was so horny and so angry it was going in pair. He moved his underwear down, his cock immediately jumping out to hit his abs. He looked so delicious like that, ready to make you do whatever he wanted to. Ready to make you regret even thinking about other man that wasn’t him. He could imagine you kneeling like that for Taehyung and that thought only made him want to go harder on you.
“You know what I didn’t miss? That fucking smart mouth.” His thumb stroked your cheek, almost tender, before he guided your head forward. “Open wide. Gonna remind you how to take a real man.”
He didn’t wait, didn’t prepare himself. He just wanted to make you feel him. He just wanted to be close to you in any way, remind you he could still make his way into you.
His fingers pressed hard in your cheeks, making you open your mouth and he slide in slow, letting you feel every inch stretching your jaw. The head popped past your lips with a wet sound, thick and hot on your tongue. You tasted skin and salt and him, his veins dragging along the flat of your tongue as he pushed deeper, inch by inch disappearing into the wet heat of your mouth.
He let your cheeks go. You whined around him, the sound muffled and pathetic, and it made him groan. His hips finally rolled forward, shallow at first, feeding you more until the head nudged the back of your throat. Your eyes watered instantly, lashes clumping, but you didn’t push him away. You just blink up at him, tears spilling, remembering how it felt to take him.
“Yeah, just like that.” Jungkook nodded slowly, his fingers sinking into your hair. “Gonna use what is mine.”
He started fucking your mouth in earnest then. First slow, controlled strokes that let you feel every ridge, every vein sliding over your tongue. Your hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into the expensive fabric of his jeans that were in the middle of his thighs, trying to steady yourself while he used your throat like it was his.
But even when he was fucking your throat Jungkook couldn’t forget that you were like this with another man. That you decided to do this with someone else.
It fucked him up the fact that you were actually moving on, able to fuck another person without feeling like you were betraying him. It pissed him off that he couldn’t stop thinking about you. That he couldn’t ever stop thinking about you. Even if he was angry, even if you were to fuck someone else tomorrow. He would stuffed your throat and fuck you senseless until you understood that no one could ever compare to him. He would be behind you, reminding you that every day if he had to.
He wondered if you even knew what it felt like to be this crazy over someone. He wasn’t even able to phantom another person doing that for you— you wouldn’t have enough room in your mind to think about him if that were the case, right?.
Jungkook pulled away from you. You coughed slightly, eyes filled with tears. He didn’t even spare you a second gaze before taking a seat in the old chair next to the wall, spreading his legs.
“Come here. Wanna see you crawl.”
You shouldn’t.
Jungkook didn’t know if you were asking for forgiveness, you don’t seem like it. You actually didn’t even look guilty for fucking Taehyung so he didn’t know why you still played with him. Crawling back to him like you were still his. But he wasn’t going to complain, he was going to take whatever he could out of you. He’ll take whatever you want from him, even if it was playing a part to get you off.
“Kook—”
“You know what I like.”
You positioned yourself between his legs. Your hand moved the base of his cock, squeezing it slightly. Jungkook didn’t move, watching you with boredom. You looked down at him. His veins bulged under the skin, thick and ridged, pulsing when you gave another tentative squeeze. One fat vein snaked right along the underside, throbbing harder every time your thumb brushed over it.
“You can do better,” Jungkook muttered, voice low and strained, one big hand cupping the back of your head.
He was looking so composed except for the way his cock twitched in your grip and the bead of precum already leaking from the slit.
You stuck out your tongue, slowly licking from the base to the head of his cock. Jungkook’s nails gripped the chair hard. Your lips kissed his mushroom tip and he was done for. He was sure that he will kill anyone who ever thinks has the right to touch you ever again.
You licked the head over and over like it was some damn popsicle. Jungkook let out a low sigh deep inside his chest. His hips rising uncontrollably, spreading his legs further for you, hand gently caressing your head.
“Take me inside your mouth,” his quiet command had your eyes fluttering up at him. He wanted to kiss you so bad but he knew you didn’t deserve it. Looking all dolled up, with runny mascara from your tears, and flushed cheeks from your nasty doing. Did you dress like that for Taehyung? Did you think you were going to end up fucking him tonight?. “Open wide— yes, yea’ just like that—“ Jungkook groaned watching you suck his fat tip into your mouth, tongue circling his slit.
“I can—”
“Shut up,” he roughly guided you down again. “Shut the fuck up and take sum’ore, nghh—“ His other hand pushed his loose strands back, playing with his lip piercing to prevent the noises threatening to come out. “Fuck,” his back arched slightly, head thrown back as he gripped the chair. “Yeah, meant to be like this. On your knees just for me— ngh, shit. You piss me off so bad. Did he— did he get you like this too?.”
“He didn’t,” you finally answered, innocently glancing up at him like you weren’t smothering his cock like it was your favourite dessert and you weren’t talking about how his best friend fucked you.
Weirdly, that statement made Jungkook feel better.
“Good. That pretty mouth is only mine.” You kissed again his oozing tip before swallowing him. “That’s right, fuckin’ mine. Takin’ me, just me— Say it.” He grabbed your hair, pulling you away to make you look at him without his cock in your mouth. “Say you’re mine.”
“Make me,” you breathed out before sticking your tongue again, licking his tip.
Jungkook clenched his teeth, “you fuckin’ whore,” his abs tensed even more as you picked up the pace, gagging occasionally, but still stroking his base at the same speed. His eyes struggled to stay open, the pleasure making his mind foggy as you choked more of his cock into your tight hot mouth. “Only mine, mine. Get it in your fucking head— shit, shit, f-fuck,” Jungkook stammered, jaw loosening as his abs flexed. the sound alone had you choking a bit as a moan left your throat.
He tugged your head, a low grunt escaping from deep in his chest when you started whining.
“Gonna have your throat stuffed like this for weeks so you fucking understand who you belong to,” he bit his lip, slowly thrusting his hips into your mouth. You gagged even more but remained in the mission of sucking him dry, barely whining around him as you gripped his thighs. “Dumb girl.”
Another moan threatened to slip past his lips, he let it out. His other hand pressed a palm against your forehead, brushing your sweat with his thumb.
Your tongue swiped against that one vein that sent immediate jerks throughout his body. “Wait, wait— fuckin’ shit. Will come inside you not in your mouth.”
You pulled off, gasping for air. Jungkook’s head falling back slightly. You were so good for him. Once again, your tongue swiped against the sensitive vein. “The fuck did I tell you,” he pulled from your hair roughly to keep you away from his cock. You breathed heavily. Your cheeks flushed, mouth open and panting as sticky strings of spit and pre cum connected your bottom lip to his drooling tip.
Jungkook thought how you looked the prettiest like that.
He groaned when his tongue collided with yours, kissing you hard again. Hot and desperate and aching to be further inside you than he could get. Jungkook wanted you to choke on him, to feel and think nothing but him, and even that won’t be a tenth of how he felt for you. He wanted you to see it, to realize how bad you’ve got him.
But he also wanted to put in your place.
His mind couldn’t stop imagine scenarios where Taehyung was in his place. Touching you, feeling you, talking sweet and nasty things into your ear, tasting you like that. It made his heart stopped, his veins getting warmer, his mind clouded in anger and desperation.
Jungkook pushed you to the desk, feet dragging the chair behind him. His hands moved your skirt to your hips and he quickly made you sit in the cold wood, opening your legs to discover what he missed the most. What was his, what he needed to remind who it belonged to. He put himself between your legs, panties already soaked. Even as your chest rose and fell, you held yourself up, letting him put your feet on the edge of the desk and spread your legs apart completely.
His cock, colored in a deeper shade of wisteria with protruding veins woven around, slid on the thin layer of your dampened panties. Your thighs were parted even more with his obstinate hands, having you in full view.
Your cotton panties were too wet, clinging on to you, even more so due to him caressing and pressing it on your skin with the help of his shaft to vividly showcase the lining of your cunt. A string of thick pre-cum on his slit, dispersed itself on the wetness of your panties. “hm, dripping for me already,” he uttered through clenched teeth, rubbing the underside of his length on to your clothed folds. “yeah, feel this huh? Fucking mine. She’s crying for me.”
“S’ good, Kook,” you whined.
“Yea?” You let out a visceral moan when his tip nudged your clit with a hard motion. His cockhead traced the outline of your cunt. “Bet he couldn’t make you feel like this, huh. Thinks he can get away with takin’ what’s mine— shit, gonna fucking murder that bastard.”
“F-fuck, fuck—”
His plump head rolled over your aching clothed bud. It was messy and sticky, Jungkook started scrawling out the letters of his name against and around your clit. Whispering with it too, “Mhm, keep making those pretty sounds for me. Look how wet and ready you are. Throbbing for me. I know how much you missed me.” He muttered, not talking to you but your pussy. “Miss you too, pretty” Jungkook gave your cunt a soft tap that left the air filled with a wet plop! “Never letting you go again. Gonna keep you busy and full all the time.”
Jungkook pulled away, falling to the chair. Rough palm caressing your thighs before he started biting them.
“Kook—”
“Next time you wanna open your legs for a dumb fucking loser you better think twice.” He said, eyes dark as he looked at your panties and your cute wet mound sticking to the material. His thumb stroking your inner thigh. “Will fuck this pussy again and again until you understand she’ll never not be mine.”
Jungkook easily hooked a finger and slid your panties to the side, leaning down, tongue sticking out as he licked a wet strip up your sweet cunt.
And before you could even properly moan he was wrapping his arms around your thighs, shoving his face even deeper making you jolt and whimper loudly.
Jungkook’s eyes rolled back. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of him enjoying that so much but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to show you why you would never get away from him, why he would never let you go. He didn’t want you to think about another man ever again, didn’t like the thought that he was so stupid to almost let you go. He didn’t like the fact that you were about to leave him. The fact that you got so close to move on from him that you let another man fucked you.
He hated it. He hated it so much.
His teeth bit down your clit softly, making you sob at the painfully delicious feeling. Your cunt was practically pouring with arousal as he shoved his lips back in. Jungkook couldn’t believe he spent weeks without putting his mouth between your legs. He should’ve thrown you in a private place and fuck you dumb before. He shouldn’t have let you walk away so easily.
He thought how he’ll never do it again. He’ll never let you go like that. He’ll never let you even think about it.
The sweet taste of your juices had him moaning against you. He was about to pull away to fuck you properly but you didn’t let him. “S’ close— Kook, please,” your nails dug into the back of his neck, forcing him to continue eating you out.
If he wanted too, he could pull away easily but having you force his head between your thighs had him going feral, grateful you needed him that bad. He wanted so badly to make you go dumb, that the only thing you could think of was him and his touch. Him making you feel good, him touching you in the parts you needed him the most.
Jungkook dragged his tongue up slow, circling your clit with the tip before sucking it into his mouth hard enough to make your back arch off the desk. You slapped a hand over your own mouth to muffle the whimper.
He licked you like he had been waiting to all day. Desperately and deep, tongue flattening, dragging, nosing up against your clit while his hands gripped your thighs to keep you wide open and wobbling. He was not gentle. He was eating you to make a point, moaning into your cunt while your fingers claw his hair and your mouth opened around a pathetic sound you didn’t mean to make.
“Messy little whore,” he said looking at you, tongue dragging a slick stripe through your folds like he was eating his plate clean, “should make you say sorry with your legs open.”
He stopped.
You whined, so close to your release it made you almost cry in frustration, “no, no, no— please, kook—”
“Yea? Think begging will work now?” Jungkook stood up, messily cleaning your juice from his jaw and nose with his shirt before looking at you. “Say it.”
“W-what?” you frowned confused.
“Say you’r mine,” he said again. His hand move to your cunt, brushing his fingers against your clit.
“Kook,” you whined.
Jungkook lose his patience. Your sopping cunt continued to leak as he teased you more and more, and it was the most satisfying sight in the world to see you shake with need beneath him. “What? you’re not mine now?. Wan’ me to fuck you now so then you’ll jump to the next guy who can fuck you open in whatever place you want, huh?” Your hole fluttered, practically begging him to put something inside, but he only dragged his finger up to your clit to tease you there too. “Fucking needy girl. Who else you wanna fuck? Another friend of mine?”
“Only you,” you finally said, hips rubbing in his long rough fingers looking for more. “Swear only you,” you admitted sweetly.
“I don’t believe you now.”
“Swear— I swear,” you nodded frivolously, voice broken. “Only yours, I’m only yours, baby.”
Baby.
You were a manipulative horny bitch.
Jungkook hated how much he could love you.
“Yea’ that’s right. Just mine.”
Before you knew it he was putting you down the desk and turning you around. Then suddenly pressed you down until your chest was flush against the desk. Skirt rolled up to your hips, cheek pressed to the cold wood. He got rid of your panties really quickly, bringing them up to his nose to inhale your sweet juices. It made his cock harden even more, pre cum leaking.
His fingers quickly found his way to your hot cunt, fingering you really roughly, intensifying his thrusts to hear you yelp in pain under him.
“Need me to stretch out that tight hole, get you ready for a real cock,” he muttered. “Or not?. Maybe needy whores like you don’t need this, right? Should fucked you dry the moment I closed that door.”
It didn't take long for him to replace his fingers with his cock.
In one hard and fast motion he was inside you. Jungkook didn’t care whether you were struggling to take him right, didn’t care whether your sultry cunt was bulging with the size of him already. He only wanted to make you feel him, to make you suffer a little for all the shit you made him go through.
Jungkook slid his fat cock until it was barely in your cunt, mushroom tip caught by the suctioning ring of muscle inside of you. Then he bottomed out, fucking you a little faster.
“Mmh,” you whined. Eyes filling with tears by the way he was fucking you. “Jungkook—”
“Shut up and take it,” his thrusts were precise and sharp, big cock stretching out your cunt to his size. “Sweet pussy made for me. Wanted me to keep you like this, right?” He slammed harder into you. “Need to keep you like this so you won’t go spreading your legs to anyone who gives you a little bit of attention.”
“Nghh…” He hit one spot that made you finally sob in pleasure. Jungkook smiled, hitting it again and again until you were crying, “w-wait, wait—”
His cock was thick and hot, stretching you open with every slow, deliberate roll of his hips, and you were shaking underneath him, thighs trembling, breath hitching into little broken sobs. He continued fucking you so deep and hard it was making your legs shook in pleasure and back arched in need.
Too much, it was too much. You could feel the high building slowly in your tummy.
Your hands searched for his leg, your hips moving closer to the desk so you could pull away from him just for a second of how intense it was becoming everything.
“F-fuck, yes, yes,” he exhaled hard through his nose.
Jungkook didn’t let you.
He grabbed your hands with one of his, pressing it to your back. His other hand quickly moving your right leg on top of the desk so he could fuck you deeper. You cried out when he slammed harder into you. “Kook—”
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
His weight dropped, his chest pressing to you back to keep you in place. His hips snapped forward harder than before, burying every last inch so deep your eyes rolled and your mouth fell open on a silent scream.
“I’m not letting you go ever again,” he muttered, voice rougher now. “You’re gonna take it. Isn’t that what you wanted? I’ll keep you like this every fucking minute, so full of me you won’t be able to think about anyone else.”
“S’ too much, Jungkook.” You sobbed. “Please, p-please too much.”
He didn’t care. He just wanted to show you he can and will fuck you dumb. That he will make you like this everytime you think about leaving him ever again. Every time you think about the possibility of seeing another man.
Shit. That thought just pissed him off even more.
“Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, i’m y-yours.”
So dumb. You were getting so stupid for his cock it made his chest filled with pride.
Jungkook knew you could have anyone you wanted. He knew you could find an asshole who could treat you better and give you more time than his demanding career allowed him. But he was greedy, he didn’t want you to find someone else. Jungkook was better than any other guy anyway, he loved you more, he treat you nicely, he fucked you deeper, spread you wider on his fat cock. He was the only one for you.
But he needed you to think that too.
“Tell me you’re my girl,” his voice was softer this time, even if he was fucking you roughly. “Tell me that you love me.”
You obeyed, sputtering the words back as your cunt squished around him. Jungkook didn’t know if you were conscious enough to be aware of what were you saying or if you even meant it— but it was enough for him.
But then you said it.
“‘m sorry,” you whispered, rolling your hips to suck his cock deeper in your drooling cunt. Not becuase you felt like it but becuase you wanted to show him you could take him even in that dumb state of mind, show him how good you were behaving for him
Jungkook let a long sigh, slowly feeling a little less angrier than before.
You were still his. He knew it.
“Fuck you,” he barked with not real hurt behind it “Knew you were trouble. Should’ve stayed away from you.”
“Nghh…” He rolled his hips. Grinding drag outward that emptied your head completely. He felt that shift inside him, you felt the thick drag of his cock against your walls, and your cunt clenched greedily around him. “You’re mine too.”
“W-what?,” his hips stuttered.
“Y-you’re mine too.”
“Oh,” he said softly, like that answered something. “Greedy girl. Always want everything to be yours.”
“Kook,” you whined.
“There you go,” he murmured, starting to move faster again. Deep, rolling thrusts. perfect full thrusts, each one pushing the air out of you on the way in. You felt every vein, every inch, your slick making it obscenely loud in the small closet. “taking me s’ well, aren’t yeah?”
“Kook, say it,” you cried out again.
Jungkook didn’t want to. He didn’t want to give up so easily. He knew you knew he was head over heels for you. He knew you were just doing this to watch him become a pathetic man of himself for you. You knew he was yours, he was completely and ridiculously yours. He would cut his fingers and shot himself in the head if it wasn’t that way. But he hated how much power you had over him. Hated how you could make a mess out of him with some pretty words and those sweet eyes.
He hated you— No, no he didn’t— He loved you. He loved you so much it was pathetic.
Pathetic. So pathetic by the fact he was trying to show you he was better than his best find so you wouldn’t leave him.
One big hand slide up, covered your mouth completely. His palm warm, fingers splayed wide so your muffled whimpers vibrated right into his skin. He didn’t squeeze, didn’t hurt you— just hold you, kept every word and every needy little sound locked behind his hand while he started fucking you in long, punishing strokes.
Two fingers found your clit immediately: swollen, oversensitive, throbbing and he didn’t tease you, just rubbed firm, tight circles.
Your whole body jerked under him, back arching uselessly because there was nowhere to go. He was too heavy, too deep, too everywhere. Your cunt clamped down so hard he groaned, low and wrecked— and his rhythm stuttered for half a second before he fucked you even harder.
“Mmphmm.”
“Uh?,” Jungkook moaned in your ear. “Shit, takin’ me so well, pretty girl. Gonna fill you up. Make you full of myself.” He pressed a hand in your tummy, making you both feel how deep he was. You cried out at the feeling. “Gonna make you walk with my cum inside you every place we go— shit, yea. Like that? squeezing s’ tight.” Jungkook was gone, mumbling words he didn’t even realize he was saying. Your cunt feeling so good around him it was making him go dumb too. “F-fuck, fuck… gonna keep this pussy full of my cum so when— when you open your legs for another man he’ll see who you fucking belong to.”
You could only sob into his hand, nodding frantically, thighs quivering, toes curling, whole body wound so tight you thought you might break.
You shattered so hard your vision whited out for two seconds, back bowing slightly, cunt spasming violently around his length while you sobbed silently into his palm. He didn’t stop fucking you through it. He kept that same brutal pace, drawing it out until you were limp and twitching and almost drooling against his hand.
His orgasm didn’t take too long to arrive after yours, He came hot inside your folds, thick ropes of cum all inside you. And it was so good that he wanted to cry, filling you up, making you his again. He continued fucking you through his high, didn’t let any of his cum go to waste and fucked himself deep inside you.
His cock sore and softening inside you, cum dribbling onto your nub and painting your cunt with his load. It felt sticky and dirty. But it was his.
The overstimulation hit like a freight train and you were crying into his palm, tears slipping down your temples, thighs trying to snap shut but his weigh kept you spread wide.
Jungkook moved his hand from your mouth to your jaw, still on top of you in that desk, he tilted your head to press his lips on yours. A uncomfortable position but he didn’t care, he just wanted to kiss you badly. He kissed you deeper like he wanted to engraved himself on you. He was desperate to keep you there with him, to keep you forever. He wanted to keep you in that moment forever, afraid of letting you go.
“Mine,” he said one last time.
He rolled his hips one las time, just once, slow, hard and deep, making sure you felt every inch of him in inside you. Just to remind you who was the one who got you like that, spread for him. And just to remind you he was yours too.
