pairings jungkook x f!reader
warnings explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, rough sex, spitting, fingering, blowjob, cum eating, multiple orgasms, exhibitionism (I think?), alcohol consumption, strong language, nsfw.
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something about a heated confrontation with jungkook leads to a passionate reconnection.
the house is alive with music and laughter, bodies swaying and moving to the beat. it’s the kind of party everyone looks forward to, a night to let loose and forget about the world outside. but for you and your boyfriend, it’s a night filled with tension. you’re on a break, your constant arguments leading to silent treatments. yet, here you are, in the same space, pretending the other doesn’t exist.
you feel the warmth of the alcohol spreading through your veins, making you feel light and carefree. you’ve lost count of the number of drinks you’ve had, but you don’t care. the more you drink, the less you think about the heated arguments and cold silences with jungkook. you find yourself leaning closer to his friends, laughing a little too loudly at their jokes and touching their arms as you speak.
jungkook watches from across the room, his jaw clenched and fists tightening around his drink. he sees the way your hand lingers on taehyung’s shoulder, the way you laugh at something he says, and it makes his blood boil. he knows you’re doing it to get under his skin, and it’s working.
the final straw is when he sees you lean in to whisper something in jimin’s ear, your hand resting on his chest. jungkook slams his drink down on the nearest table and stalks over, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from the group. “we need to talk,” he growls, not giving you a chance to protest.
he drags you down the hallway and into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. the music and chatter from the party become a distant hum. jungkook pushes you against the mirror, your eyes locking in the reflection. “what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he demands, his voice low and dangerous.
you glare at him, your defiance not wavering despite the situation. “having fun, which is something you wouldn’t understand,” you shoot back, your words slurred slightly from the alcohol.
jungkook’s grip tightens on your waist, his other hand coming up to cup your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “you're mine, not anyone else's, fucking mine. I'm going to make you beg and moan my name.” he hisses, crashing his lips against yours in a rough, punishing kiss. his tongue invades your mouth, claiming you with every stroke.
you moan into the kiss, your resolve crumbling as his hands roam your body. he spits into your mouth, making you shiver with a mix of disgust and arousal. “you think you can just flirt with my friends and get away with it?” he growls, his fingers slipping under your skirt and pushing your panties aside.
you gasp as his fingers find your clit, rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure. “jung, please,” you whimper, your hips bucking against his hand.
he smirks, watching you through the mirror. “please what? you’re the one who started this,” he taunts, slipping two fingers inside you and curling them just right. you cry out, your hands bracing against the sink as you fight to stay upright.
jungkook doesn’t let up, his fingers moving in and out of you at a relentless pace. “look at yourself,” he commands, his voice rough with desire. “look at how desperate you are for me.”
you meet his gaze in the mirror, your eyes wide and pupils blown with lust. “i hate you,” you whisper, but your body betrays you, grinding against his hand.
he chuckles darkly, his thumb circling your clit. “no, you don’t. you need me,” he says, his fingers driving deeper. “say it.”
“i need you,” you finally admit, your voice breaking as you come around his fingers, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.
but jungkook isn’t done. he pulls his fingers out, lifting them to your mouth. “open,” he orders, and you do, sucking his fingers clean. he groans at the sight, his cock straining against his jeans. “get on your knees.”
you drop to your knees, fumbling with his belt and zipper, freeing his erection. you take him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip. he hisses, his hand tangling in your hair as he guides your movements. “that’s it, baby. just like that.”
you take him deeper, gagging slightly but not stopping. you want to please him, to show him you are his. he fucks your mouth with a roughness that has you dripping onto the floor, your own arousal making your thighs slick.
when he’s close, he pulls out, stroking himself to completion. “open wide,” he says, and you do, sticking out your tongue. he comes with a grunt, his cum painting your tongue and lips. “swallow,” he commands, watching as you do, a satisfied smirk on his face.
jungkook pulls you up, turning you to face the mirror again. “i’m not done with you,” he whispers, pushing your skirt up and positioning himself at your entrance. he thrusts into you in one swift motion, both of you moaning at the sensation.
he fucks you hard and fast, his hands gripping your hips as he drives into you. “you’re mine,” he growls, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. “only mine.”
“fuck, yeah,” you moan, your hands slipping on the sink as he pounds into you. “i’m yours.”
as the pleasure builds, you close your eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations. jungkook grabs your neck from behind, lifting you up and pulling you back against his chest. “eyes on me when i fuck you, baby,” he demands, his voice rough and commanding.
you force your eyes open, meeting his gaze in the mirror. the intensity of his stare makes your knees weak. “good girl,” he praises, his thrusts becoming more powerful, driving you closer to the edge.
he reaches around, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. “come for me again,” he demands, his voice strained.
you do, your body convulsing around him as you scream his name. he follows soon after, filling you with his cum, marking you as his.
you collapse against the sink, both of you breathing heavily. jungkook presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder, his hands soothing over your skin. “I'm sorry, baby,” he murmurs, his voice filled with affection.
“i hate that you can make me feel this way,” you whisper, a small smile playing on your lips.
he chuckles, pulling you close and turning you to face him. “i know, but you love it too,” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “we might argue and fight, but no one makes you feel the way i do.”
you sigh, leaning into his touch. “i don’t want to keep fighting, jungkook,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. “i just want us to be okay.”
jungkook nods, his expression softening. “me too, baby. i’m tired of this break,” he confesses. “we need to figure out how to make this work, without all the yelling and the stupid silent treatments.”
you look up at him, your eyes filled with hope and uncertainty. “do you think we can?”
he smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “i know we can. we just need to communicate better, and not let things build up until we explode,” he says, holding you close. “i love you, y/n. and i don’t want to lose you.”
