Hello! You may or may not have seen an older version of this post/spreadsheet circulating around for the past year. You probably may not have lol
Anyway, I created a Google slide listing a whole bunch of fanfic writers on tumblr who write (or used to write) for BTS. Let’s say hypothetically we have at least 300 blogs that have written at least 2 decently sized fics for BTS… that would amount to 600 (six hundred!!!) fics just waiting to be devoured whole by you, dearest reader!!
The reality is that there are so many writers on this hellsite (affectionately or nah? lol) it’s hard to keep up with them all. That’s part of the reason why I created this in the first place. Then I thought well shiiit I spent so long on this it would be a waste not to share 💀
so without further ado, HERE’S THE LINK (I promise this isn’t spyware or whatever. It’s legit. I really do have over 900 blogs accounted for. Yes I’m aware I have no life.)
Warnings: non graphic depictions of birth, protected sex
Summary: You’re a business woman who has everything figured out, so what happens when the guy you didn’t see coming makes a permanent stake in your life? Aka the one where you get knocked up by the delivery boy
12/12 series masterlist
Being full term is already a feat on it’s own, but add that with the weather warming up, and you’re practically miserable. You’ve been freezing Jungkook out when you get home, and you almost feel bad about it, seeing him shiver with a sweatshirt on.
Despite the first trimester’s problems, not being able to fit into your shoes, and not being able to squat or get up when you sit down, you’ve enjoyed pregnancy. Just knowing you’re growing your child inside you makes you feel powerful. You’ve never done anything more important than this. You also feel closer to the baby now that they’re active in your stomach. It feels like a constant companion. Absent-mindedly, you find yourself talking to the baby all the time. You never really feel alone being pregnant.
Despite all the wonderful things about it, it’s safe to say you’re more than willing to get this baby out of you. Jungkook has been on edge ever since you hit full term, like he’s expecting you to burst at any moment. Anytime you call him he answers immediately, sounding nervous. He always sighs when he realizes you just called him to tell him to pick up something on his way home.
You were given a list of things at the doctor to help induce labor. Jungkook’s been cooking you spicy food every night, and then trying to get it on with you. If it weren’t for the labor inducing benefits, you’d probably say no. You feel like a beached whale, unable to move anymore, not exactly the sexiest thing in the world.
You’ve been training this new girl to take over for you on maternity leave. She’s just barely in her twenties and a nervous wreck. You try not to get frustrated at her because all she wants is to be good at her first real job, but her calling outside of work hours is really starting to grind on your thin nerves.
You tell yourself stress isn’t good for the baby, and try and do counted breathes that you learned from googling, “how to relieve stress, pregnant”. Poor Jungkook picks up on your stress too and tries his best to help you out. He was already a nervous wreck with the baby being due, but he’s also trying to walk on eggshells around you to avoid stressing you out.
It isn’t your break time, but you’ve made it your break time before you start yelling at your replacement. You need some fresh air, so you head outside. There’s a staircase at the front of the building, and you can’t exactly tell where you step anymore, so all it takes is you missing the step by a few inches, causing you to trip and land on your ass.
Pain radiates through your tailbone and back, causing you to screw your eyes shut and clutch onto your stomach out of instinct.
“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” A panicked voice sounds near you, and you open your eyes to find two random people hovering around you.
“I’m fine.” You attempt to stand up with their help, but let out a squeak of pain when your stomach cramps, hard. You land back on your ass, albeit a little softer this time.
“You want us to call an ambulance?” The woman asks, fear clear in her eyes.
“No-” you aren’t even able to form the end of the word properly because you gasp at another sharp pain.
“I’m calling an ambulance!” The man insists.
It takes a little convincing, but they agree to just let you call your boyfriend to come get you.
You brace yourself, know how Jungkook’s going to respond. “Hi. So, I had a little accident-”
“WHAT?!” all attempt at trying to hide his panic is gone.
“I’m fine. But, I might be going into labor.”
“Fuck. You’re at work?” He doesn’t let you answer before he says, “I’ll be right there.”
“Go get the hospital bag!” you yell into the phone, but you aren’t sure he heard you before he hung up.
~
Jungkook looks like a mad man when he arrives, and you’d laugh if it wasn’t for the cramping.
“Did you get the hospital bag?” you ask once he helps you into the car.
He looks like he’s going to burst a blood vessel, or into tears. “No!?
You can’t help but laugh, laying a hand on his thigh and squeezing. “Calm down. You’re making me nervous.”
“How are you so calm? You’re the one about to give birth.”
Thankfully, you’re offered a wheelchair upon arrival and wheeled back to the maternity wing without wait.
You’re dressed in a gown and hooked up to some machines while Jungkook calls and texts everybody to let them know what’s happening. He’s had about an hour to settle down, and you think he’s finally handling it better.
“Your water hasn’t broken yet, and you’re only dilated at a two. The fall must have jarred you into early labor.” The doctor announces, taking her gloves off after examining you.
Your contractions are about twenty minutes apart and feel like bad period cramps.
“How long will it take to fully dilate?”
She gives a sympathetic smile. “Could be any number of hours. Everyone’s different. We’ll see how quickly you continue to dilate.”
“Do you want an epidural?”
“Yes, but I want to wait.”
“Okay, don’t hesitate to let me know when.”
“Mom’s leaving the restaurant to come down,” Jungkook says once the doctor leaves. “Do you want me to tell her not to?” You shake your head. You know she wants to be supportive.
“Your dad responded that he’s coming too.” You bite your lip at that. You appreciate the sentiment, but you almost wish to just be left with Jungkook.
You get another hour of peace and quiet alone until his mom and then your dad show up soon after. Jungkook makes small talk with them while you mostly zone out, counting and breathing through the small contractions.
Your dad leaves to go get coffee a little while later. When the door opens, you think it’s him back, but you almost shoot straight up in bed when you see who it is.
“Mom?” You didn’t know she was coming. Jungkook didn’t tell you. Or maybe she didn’t tell Jungkook.
“Hi darling, I started coming as soon as I heard the news.”
Your heart stutters at the thought of your parents being in the same room as each other. They haven’t spoken to each other since the divorce. You hate it, it shouldn’t be about them. This is supposed to be yours and Jungkook’s day.
You throw a glance towards Jungkook and he slyly tells you on his face that he’s just as shocked as you.
Seconds later, your dad walks through the door and you hold your breath. The two freeze when they spot each other. Then, it’s like nothing happened. He says her name curtly and she does the same.
Jungkook’s mom breaks the ice by talking about something you can’t pay much attention to because you’re still stunned. It's odd to you, after all these years to see them together again.
They both engage in conversation, but never with each other.
“Alright.” The doctor comes in, putting on gloves. “Everyone out, I’m going to check her dilatation.”
“I think I’m going to head to the cafeteria,” Jungkook’s mother announces.
“I’ll join you.” Of course your mom says so she won’t be left alone with your dad.
“Don’t you want to go?” you ask Jungkook and he shakes his head.
He’s fucking starving, but you aren’t allowed to have anything to eat, so he isn’t eating either. You told him he could earlier, but he said he’d feel too guilty eating in front of you. They let you have popsicles, so you both pretend to sate your hunger with barely flavored frozen water. You appreciate the solidarity.
“I can’t believe they’re in the same room together,” you finally speak lowly to Jungkook once everyone leaves.
“At least they’re getting along, right? That’s good.”
You hum but can’t help but feel it’s too good to be true.
“Still only 4 centimeters,” the doctor says after examining.
You groan, throwing your head back.
“I’m going to break your water which should help speed things up. Keep in mind, your contractions are going to be more intense. Just let us know when you want that epidural.”
You do your best to smile and nod at her.
“Don’t look when I start to push,” you tell Jungkook once you’re alone.
“Why not?”
“Some women tear all the way down to their assholes, do you really want to see that?”
“I want to see him being born.”
“I don’t think you will. I don’t want to.”
You watch your parents again when they come back in. They get less stiff around each other and even start to make retorts to each other. It makes you feel as though nothing is ever final. These two who swore to never talk to each other again are here doing it. You think they’ve finally managed to put the hard feelings behind them.
When your contractions start getting bad Jungkook’s mom suggests they stay in the waiting room until the baby’s born and your parents follow her lead, leaving you and Jungkook alone.
You ask for an epidural not long after. You thought you might make it all the way through, but five hours of pain is enough for you.
The nerves that had been hiding under the surface all day, covered up by family drama and breathing through contractions have resurfaced all at once. Your whole body starts to shake with anxiety.
You try to hide it, but of course Jungkook notices “Are you cold?”
Even though you’re not, you nod to cover up your nerves.
“Hey. Everything’s going to be fine. Just think, it’s not long until we can meet him.”
You nod, trying to smile for him even though you’re still scared.
“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” He squeezes your hand and you squeeze it back. You don’t know what you would do without him.
He keeps you distracted by humming, singing, and rubbing your back all while you’re waiting to get to 10.
When you finally get the news, you’re relieved and terrified at the same. You’re ready to get it over with, but scared to do it.
They guide both of your legs up and ask Jungkook to hold one in place. The doctor instructs you on how to breathe and push. The epidural only worked on half of your body, so one side is numb and the other you can still feel the pain. You have a new found sympathy for people who go all natural.
You sweat and pant, cry and lean your head back when you think you can’t do it anymore. Jungkook is there every time, wiping your face with a cold rag and telling you how good you’re doing.
They constantly wipe around your bottom, and you’re not sure what's even coming out of you at this point, and you don’t ever want to know. Jungkook stays near your head, but you know he can see most everything from where he’s at.
You finally feel like you made progress, only for it to go away when you relax. You don’t remember when you start crying, but Jungkook gets you to breathe through it. The doctor keeps telling you to push, but you’re still trying to ground yourself.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Jungkook speaks over her and you try and just pay attention to his voice. “You can do this. You’ve got this. Remember to breathe.”
You listen and breathe, for him, the baby, and your poor worn out body. You gather all the strength inside of yourself with a deep breath and push out with all your might.
“That’s it, that’s the pushes we need. Again.”
You don’t think you’re capable of doing it again, but you try and you feel the head actually breach your walls, screaming out at the small pain you feel and the strain you're putting on your body. You go limp after, but it doesn’t matter because the doctor catches the baby that practically shot out of you.
He cries immediately and the nurse sits him on your chest, while you feel like you’re stuck in a dream. Your baby’s here, and you pushed him out. You finally did it. Your arms finally move once reality sinks in, and you stroke his small back, cooing at him to stop crying as the nurse wipes him off, a little harshly in your opinion. “We have a baby,” you say to Jungkook without taking your eyes off your son. “He’s here,” you say, still in disbelief. You and Jungkook created him.
“He’s perfect.” Jungkook says beside you.
“Oh, looks like he peed,” The nurse chuckles, cleaning you both up.
You look at Jungkook to share a laugh with him, but you’re met with a camera over his face.
“We’ve got to push out the placenta, okay?” The doctor says.
You’re done with pushing, but luckily you don’t do much as the doctor mashes on your stomach. It feels like she’s rearranging your organs and you’re mad it's distracting your attention away from your baby.
“Dad, you want to cut the cord?”
Jungkook finally puts the camera down and you notice the tears that have been streaming down his face. He wipes them away, grabbing the scissors, and the doctor reassures him he can’t hurt you or the baby.
“Did I tear?” You ask the doctor even though you know the answer. You felt your vagnia practically rip to shreds at the last push.
The nurse finished cleaning up the baby and slipped him under your gown to lay skin to skin.
“Just a little bit. I’m gonna patch you up though, don’t worry.”
You know you tore more than a little, but you try not to think about the dull pull of the needle on your skin and instead focus on the whining baby on your chest. He’s letting out soft cries and squirming so you coo him again, stroking his back. “It’s okay, mommy’s here,” you tell him, pulling him farther up your chest.
You look back at Jungkook who’s still wiping at his face. You smile at him, then your baby. “Come say hi,” you try to coax him closer.
Jungkook steps closer, with the gentlest touch ever, he runs his hand on the back of the baby’s head that’s already full of dark hair, just like his dad. “Hi, Moon.” He leans down, giving him a kiss on the head. By now he’s settled down, just suckling on nothing. “I’m your dad,” he tells the little boy, like he’s just now realizing it himself.
You chuckle, snuggling him closer to you. They eventually get you cleaned up and a cooling diaper. The exhaustion has finally set in, and your arms grow tired, but you keep them wrapped tightly around the bundle on your chest.
“Here’s your matching bracelets so we can keep you together.” The nurse wraps the laminated paper around yours, Jungkook’s, and Moon’s wrists.
“We’re gonna take him to the nursery and then we’ll be back,” the nurse tells you. She’s waiting for you to hand him over and you reluctantly give him a kiss on the head before she scoops him up. “You can follow me dad.”
Jungkook leans down and gives you a kiss on the forehead before leaving.
~
Jungkook follows the nurse down the hall who’s pushing his baby in a cart. Moon starts to cry and he wants to stop and comfort him, but the nurse keeps going until she leads him into a room with other crying babies.
The nurse takes him out of his cart, laying him on a scale and Jungkook sees the faces of all his family members and your parents on the other side of the glass. His sister and dad are crying, his mom teasing his dad.
He smiles proudly at them as they all fawn over his baby. He did that. He made that cute baby. The nurse tells him the weight and he holds up his hand and two fingers for his family to know how much Moon weighs. Seven pounds and eleven ounces.
Jungkook takes pictures as the nurse does her thing, sometimes making him bite his tongue when Moon clearly isn’t happy with the tests. It’s almost like a natural instinct to cuss someone out when they’re making your baby cry.
When she finishes up she tells Jungkook to hold Moon up to the window for his family to see. Tears come when he realizes this is the first time he’s actually holding his baby. Moon is so tiny and weightless in his arms, and he’s terrified of making a wrong move. They take all kinds of pictures through the window and he feels like he’s going to burst with all the love and pride he feels for his child.
He eventually brings the baby back to you, knowing you’re missing him. It almost killed him seeing you in pain like that. He didn’t like it. The doctor also wasn’t helping. You’re clearly the type of person that needs gentle encouragement, and the doctor was acting like a coach yelling at a player.
Moon starts crying as soon as he walks back into the room and you hold your arms out for your baby. Jungkook scoops him out as gently as he can, transferring him to you. The nurse insisted that babies are tough, but he’s not about to test that out.
“You wanna try feeding?” The nurse asks you and you nod. She lifts your fresh gown up, helping you adjust the baby. He could have done that. He steps closer to you, as if saying, i’m here if you need me.
You lay him across your chest, nestling the crying baby up to your nipple, but he doesn’t react. You glance up at the nurse, as if embarrassed it’s not working. She smiles at you. “It’s okay, just keep encouraging him.”
He won’t stop crying, in fact his crying gets worse until he’s wailing and his little face turns completely red. You give up on breastfeeding and just holding him close, gently rocking your body.
“We can try later,” the nurse tells you, leaving the room so you’re both finally alone.
“What’s wrong, baby? Why are you crying?” You have tears in your eyes at your baby crying, as if it’s your fault.
You look over at him, and he feels useless as he just stands there, like he has the past twelve hours. “The nurse recommended that you do skin to skin with him too. Do you want to try?”
He immediately nods. He’s read about this in his research on how to be a dad. There’s a lot of stuff out there about motherhood, but what about guides on being a dad? He googled and bought every ebook there is about being a dad and even stuff about motherhood so he could sympathize with you. He constantly asks his dad and Namjoon for advice because he admires their parenting so much.
He takes off his camera first, setting it down on the bedside table before taking his shirt off. He gently takes Moon from you and lowers into the chair next to your bed, cradling him close to his chest.
“You can take his blanket off,” you tell him, gesturing towards the wrap the nurse put him in. He’s got a little hat on now too, covering his head full of hair. As smoothly as possible, he wraps the blanket around them both, holding him skin to skin. Somehow, Moon finally stops crying. He looks up in shock at you to find you’re holding his camera, snapping pictures.
Jungkook holds him for a while, and he almost drifts to sleep with him in his arms. You’re already asleep, your body couldn’t hold out any longer after being in labor for hours. He feels fully at peace now, knowing you and Moon made it out perfectly healthy. There’s nothing else in the world he feels he could wish for, he’s already got it right here in this room.
Everything is going great until Moon starts to suckle again. He doesn’t want to wake you up, but knows you won’t want to miss this opportunity.
Thankfully he doesn’t have to be the bad guy because the nurse comes in again and wakes you up, asking you to feed before the first hour is up. The fact that it’s only been an hour since he was born is crazy. It felt like a whole day to Jungkook.
He trades off the baby and lets you try again, guiding Moon up to your breast. He actually opens his mouth this time, suckling around your nipple. You almost let out happy tears. Jungkook snaps a picture of you both, knowing you’ll want to remember this moment.
“Does it feel like he’s getting anything?” The nurse asks you.
“I think so.” you try to smile at Jungkook, but he can see you grimacing as if it’s painful. “Oh,” you say in shock, looking down at him. “I think it just now came through.” You laugh and the nurse smiles. She shows you the proper technique and gives tips on how to get him to latch. “Keep trying to feed him. He can feed for the next hour or so.” You nod. “Do you want to see family?”
Your head jerks up to Jungkook as if you forgot anyone existed outside of this room. “Oh, I definitely want them to come in,” you tell him. You feel guilty that your first thought is you wouldn’t mind seeing Jungkook mom and sister. You could use their motherly presence right now. But, you’re not going to hurt your parents like that so you tell the nurse you’ll accept visitors in about an hour.
“You don’t have to see anyone, you know.” Jungkook tells you.
“No, I want them to come in.” You want the grandparents to be able to hold their new grand baby and his sister to get to hold her nephew the day they were born. “Don’t you?”
He nods.
You drift to sleep breastfeeding. Moon latches on off and on, but you keep him snuggled to your chest the whole hour. You wake again sometime later, feeling like your nipple is raw. You’re supposed to be switching sides, but you fell asleep.
You go to say something to Jungkook and find him slumped over in his chair, his phone on the ground where it fell out of his limp hand. He’s gonna wake up with a crick in his neck.
You text everyone to come back when Jungkook wakes up. Your mom is the first guest and finds it strange seeing her hold a baby, your baby.
Maybe they can have a better relationship together than you do with her. Moon stares widely at his grandma, as if saying, there’s more people?! He studies her as she tries to get him to smile. “He’s perfect, y/n,” she says softly while fondly gazing at Moon. For some reason it makes you tear up.
Your dad comes in next and your mom hands him over. You watch as your dad holds your newborn child, with such delicacy it was hard for you to believe. It was like you had forgotten that you had been little once, and that he had been your hero. Your dad was always ready to play with you instead of helping your mother around the house, and he was always the one you wanted to rock you to sleep, your mother expressing her betrayal. Your mother always called you a daddy's girl, bringing it up whenever you had a fight with him as a teenager.
You didn’t realize that as a child, it was so hard for you to find any fault in your father. Whatever he did you assumed was what good fathers did, even if it displeased you.
Just because you have a distant relationship with your parents doesn’t mean Moon has to. You’ll bring him to see your dad often and FaceTime your mom. As many mistakes they made as parents, you won’t doubt your parents' love for Moon.
Jungkook’s family comes in at once, Unnie already crying. His mom picks Moon up first and Unnie comes over to you. “How did it go?” She starts rubbing your shoulder and you almost cry at the question. You’ve been so focused on Moon that you’ve pushed down how tough the birth was for you.
“Good.”
She laughs, knowing the pain you’re hiding. “Could you feel it?”
“A little.”
“Tears?”
“I forgot what he called them, but I just know it’s a bloodbath down there.”
She laughs then shifts her attention to her brother. “You better take care of her, okay? She just pushed a human out of her.”
Jungkook’s eyes widen, like he’s afraid he hasn’t been doing just that. “I will.”
After his family dotes on Moon for a while they dismiss themselves like your parents to give you some alone time, but Unnie lingers “You want me to stay?” she asks. “I can help out while one of you sleeps.”
The polite thing to do would be decline, but the thought of her leaving so soon makes you panic. It’s nice having someone who’s been in your shoes before. “Just for a little while. You need to go home to your kids.”
The nurse comes back in, but not for the baby this time. “Do you need to pee yet, mama?”
You had a small meal while everyone was visiting and holding the baby, but you didn’t drink enough to have to pee so you shake your head.
“I’ll give you a few more hours until we have to do a catheter.”
Your eyes widen at the word and Unnie most have noticed because she leans down to you. “It’s okay, y/n. A catheter might even be better. Peeing is going to feel like the depths of hell breaching your vagina.”
The nurse laughs. “Why don’t you try first, and if you can’t we’ll try to hydrate you more.”
Not knowing what sounds better, you decide to take your chances with peeing. When you try to sit up for the first time you realize all the aches of your body.
“Jungkook, help her,” Unnie instructs.
Jungkook quickly wraps his arms around you, gently guiding you off the bed. Your legs feel like jelly as you wobble to the bathroom, not caring that your ass is hanging out of the gown, showing off your diaper. This is definitely the roughest you’ve ever felt, and probably looked. If your relationship with Jungkook can survive seeing you like this, you think it’s pretty strong. You tug your diaper down and he helps you lower onto the toilet.
“I’m good now.”
He nods and shuts the door to give you some privacy.
You try, but nothing comes out. You manage to get yourself back up and when you open the door Jungkook fusses at you for not calling him.
The nurse inquires and you shake your head.
You’re fed various liquids to try and encourage your pee, meanwhile Moon feeds off and on.
The nurse encourages a diaper change, and you both hover awkwardly above the cart, neither moving first.
“I’ve never changed a boy diaper,” you confess even though Jungkook knows this.
“I can do it.” You watch him as he’s the first to change Moon’s diaper. You feel a little useless, but you remember how to swaddle him like the nurse taught so you feel better.
Thankfully, all the liquid did get you to pee, even though it made you cry with how much it burned. At dark, Namjoon drops off food for you both and Unnie leaves with him.
You’ve made it pretty much a full day of being parents. Jungkook falls asleep in the reclining chair that you’re sure isn’t very comfortable. Moon sleeps in his cart beside you. You snap a picture of them both sleeping. Your boys.
~
You’re so fucking glad to leave the hospital. You just want to lay in your own bed and be alone with your baby and baby daddy. Jungkook had to go home and put the carseat in, which took him a while, and you resisted teasing seeing how frustrated he looked.
Jungkook drives almost under the speed limit on the way home, making you bite back your smile at how cautious he’s being. You definitely want him to, but he’s so focused on driving and being careful, it’s actually adorable at the amount of concentration.
You wanted to introduce Moon to his new home, but he snoozes in his carrier, so you’ll have to do it later.
It is a little terrifying. At the hospital you relied on them to guide you and correct you if you did something wrong. Now it’s completely up to you and Jungkook. You’re both responsible for this new life you created. Everything is up to you two now.
Jungkook sits the sleeping baby down in the living room, looking at you. “We’re parents now.”
You’ve been parents for a while, but you laugh, knowing what he means. It simultaneously the most scared, and prepared you’ve ever felt. “We’re parents now.”
~
For Moon’s first bath, Jungkook sets up the camera. His tiny tub sits in the big one and you make sure you’ve got the right temperature ten times before you finally put him in. He cocks his head curiously at the first splash of water you pour on him, but starts to smile when you do it again. Of course, you and Jungkook freak out over his first smile, and he smiles at how silly his parents are.
Breastfeeding is hard. Your nipples are in pain, chafing, raw, sometimes even bleeding. But, you keep pushing through it, wanting to use your milk for Moon. He loves it, gobbles it up everytime. You and Jungkook joke he gains a pound a day. You don’t get much sleep at night because of it, but you tell yourself all you have to do right now is take care of him, so that’s what you do.
Jungkook tries to help you occasionally by bottle feeding with your stored milk, but a lot of the times Moon cries and your milk lets down regardless, making you have to feed or pump.
You like to lay on the couch and watch tv while Moon lays beside you feeding. This is how Jungkook finds you most afternoons and joins you by cuddling in behind you.
The apartment is always a disaster, and if it wasn’t for Jungkook doing laundry, you wouldn’t have any. Since you’re home all day, you cook in the afternoon. Jungkook said he would, but you tell him you’re still making up for everything he did for you.
You thought your romance might die out after the baby was born, but Jungkook always finds a way to make you feel wanted. He’s good at small touches and still compliments you regardless of what you look like. He makes you feel as though you didn’t just give birth a few weeks ago.
You try to show him the same affection, even offering to give him blowsjobs which he declines. You’re hurt by it, but he insists it’s because you should be resting instead of giving him blowjobs which you roll your eyes at.
You get mad at him for a while and he makes up for it by saying he’d love a blowjob from you when he can reciprocate.
You practically live in Jungkook’s t-shirts, or none at all. Yours are too clingy. You like keeping your bra on at all times because it stops leaking and acts as a holder when you need to pump. You just slip the pump into your bra and you can walk around, hands free.
Jungkook sets his phone background to a picture of you and Moon. He doesn’t think much of it until you lean over his shoulder one day. “You can’t use that picture on your phone!”
“Why not?”
“My boobs are out!”
He didn’t really think about it. You’re practically shirtless all the time, or at least have a boob out. He forgot that is something people cover up. A sheepish smile forms. “Oh, sorry.”
“How many people have you accidentally flashed my boobs to?!”
He grimaces, rubbing his neck. He changes it to a picture of the both of you again, with your boobs covered this time.
The doctor said you only had to wait six weeks to have sex, but it’s taken until twelve to actually feel like you possibly could have sex again.
Your stitches healed up nicely, but you know you don’t look the same, there and everywhere else too.
Unnie is keeping Moon for the night, after practically begging. She insisted you both need a night alone, but you know she just wants to have her nephew to herself. Jungkook is in the shower when she arrives and you’re still gathering Moon’s things.
“I’m sure if you forget something, we’ll have it at our house,” she assures you.
You smother your child in affection before finally letting him in Unnie’s arms.
“You two have fun tonight.” She winks.
It’s not until she leaves that you realize you left the bag of stuff you got at the drugstore unpacked on the counter. One of the items being lube. Ugh, whatever. You know she understands.
“I miss my baby,” is the first thing you sigh when you and Jungkook are alone.
Instead of saying, “it’s only been a few minutes” Junngkook responds, “Me too.”
The mixed drinks were your idea. Truthfully, you’re more nervous than you were the first time you had sex. You’ve missed the intimacy, but the thought of having to face how your body has changed is hard.
You wish you were confident enough to come out in some lingerie and surprise Jungkook, that’s what you think he deserves.
When the night eventually leads to Jungkook carrying you back to the bedroom you make him stop before he takes your shirt off. He’s seen you breastfeed, but at least then you’re able to wear your pants to cover your stomach.
“Let’s turn the lights off.”
He frowns from above you. “Y/n.”
“My body doesn’t look the same.”
“I don’t expect it to. It’s okay, you’re still you, only you carried our child for nine months.” He smooths his hands down your sides, leaning down. He plants a kiss on your nose, “Which only makes you more badass.” You smile at the flattery, but he knows you don’t buy it. “Don’t worry about me not finding you attractive.” He grabs your hand in his, pulling it down to feel hardness through his pants. “You could never be unattractive to me because you’re you.”
You lean up to kiss him and he meets you there. You forget about your insecurities for a little while, and he starts to suckle on your neck. But, when his hands travel to your breasts and you flinch back. They’re sensitive and sore from breastfeeding and the thought of Jungkook treating them like he usually does makes you cringe.
“Let me take care of you first.”
He’s a little resistant, but you manage to push him to sit in front of you. You get him out of his clothes and settle to the side so your boobs aren’t squished on the bed.
You can tell Jungkook’s having a hard time holding back so it seems like he’s not been deprived, and trying to let go and show you how much he likes it. He makes you pull back before he finishes in your mouth.
When you get the condom from the bedside drawer you reach over and turn the lamp off and Jungkook sighs. Your eyes adjust and you can still see each other in the dark, just not clearly. Finally, you take off your pants, but keep on your bra. You can feel that familiar ache in your boobs and you hope the bra will help when inevitably they start moving.
You tear open the condom and Jungkook lets you put it on him, but pulls back after. “I haven’t touched you yet.”
“It’s fine, I bought lube.”
He laughs when you pull the bottle out of the side drawer. “I don’t think it’s meant to be a substitute for shitty partners.”
“I don’t really want to be touched,” you admit softly.
His face contorts in worry. “We don’t have to do this.”
“I want to though.”
“Do you?”
You nod. “I’m just not open to everything right now. I still want to do this.” You reach up to run your hand through his hair and kiss his jaw. “I want you.”
You can sense his body respond to the words and he settles between your legs. You brace yourself for him to push inside, but instead he nestles himself into you. He drags his hips against yours, making his length brush from your entrance all the way up to your clit.
Your arms wrap around him to pull him closer to you. His mouth finds yours again and you both groan into each other as he works himself up and down you. You were already wet from pleasing him, but this is what gets you needy.
“Please,” is all you have to whimper to him.
Gently, he pushes himself into you, making you gasp at the feeling.
“Does it hurt?” he’s quick to ask.
“A little,” you admit, even though it hurts more than a little. He goes super slow, and he knows how you’re feeling based on your nails digging into his back. “Do you want me to stop?”
You shake your head.
“Can I touch you?”
“I’m fine,” you assure with confidence. Then, he doesn’t even get halfway in till you jolt up, wincing. “Ow, ow.”
“What?” his voice is panicked and he immediately pulls out of you.
“My milk, I'm letting down.” You reach into the drawer for your pump. The feeling was building up slowly, but it just hit you out of nowhere.
You slip the pump into your bra and Jungkook wordlessly gets up, leaving the room. The sobs break though all at once. You feel bad because you want you both to have sex, but you’re also mad at him for leaving you just because you can’t have sex.
“Hey,” he tries to soothe you when he comes back, clearly shocked to see you so upset. You immediately sink into the bed with adoration because he went to go wet a rag to clean you up. “Don’t cry.” He wipes your cheeks with his thumbs before leaving kisses in place.
You let him clean you up, and he pulls your pants back on for you.
“We don’t have to have sex just because we don’t have Moon. There will be other opportunities.”
You nod even though you feel like it’s not true.
~
It’s the next night and Moon sleeps in his crib next to your bed and you have the baby monitor resting on your chest while you and Jungkook lounge on the couch together. Usually one of you falls asleep like this because you’ve stayed up all night with Moon, but you got a good night sleep so you’re both up.
You’re not sure how it gets here, but he ends up on top of you, leaving open mouth kisses along your jaw and your hips jut up towards his for some friction.
He takes your shirt off and you’re about to tell him to stay away from your boobs when he presses light kisses around your breasts, knowing to be careful this time. “Is this okay?”
You nod.
The lamp beside the couch doesn’t help hide your still swollen stomach all it’s stretch marks. You thought a couple months would be enough time for your body to go back to normal, but no. You look like you did when you were a few months pregnant.
He places kisses all along your stomach, stopping in between to say things like, “You’re so strong.” “Your body has done amazing things” and other little compliments about how you look.
It’s oddly tear provoking and you grab his face to pull up to yours to kiss him firmly before you can cry.
His hands snake around your back and fiddle with your bra strap. “Can I take this off?” he mumbles against your lips.
“Just be careful.”
He obeys and looks back down at you with a new hunger in his eyes. His hands are as gentle as his mouth around your breasts. He knows not to touch your nipples still because of how sore they get.
His hands find your pants and you encourage him to pull them off.
“Can I touch you?”
You’re even more insecure now that there’s light for him to see everything up close and personal. But, the only thing holding you back is being scared of how you look, and Jungkook has proven so much already that he’s not judging you.
So, you tell him yes.
You keep glancing at the baby monitor on the coffee table, even though Moon doesn’t move in his sleep. You like the peace of mind.
He starts slow with timid touches, but you encourage him that you can take it. He wants to use his mouth, but you tell him to save it for another time.
After the third finger, you make him pull out so you can have him inside you. This time goes a little smoother. It’s still a little painful, but he goes slow and you’re turned on enough you don’t mind.
It’s slow and not rushed like you imagined the first time would be after not having each other for so long. Neither of you are impatient, you just enjoy each other.
You can always tell when Jungkook is close by his little grunts and the way he picks up his thrusts, and you know he’s about to come when-
A cry comes through the baby monitor. Of course, your first instinct is to run to him as you usually do. But, you turn back to Jungkook. “Keep going.”
“Huh?”
“You can finish, he’ll be okay.” Who knows the next time you’ll be able to have sex again and you usually give Moon a few seconds anyway to see if he’ll settle down on his own.
Jungkook leans his head back down to yours, slowly thrusting back into you. You can tell he’s lost all his momentum, so you squeeze around him, and tug him closer with your legs. Your nails rake down his back in the way you know he loves.
He suddenly stops, sitting up. “I can’t do it.” He pulls out of you, already half limp. He redressess and heads towards the bedroom. Moon’s crying slows and Jungkook emerges with his son in his arms, bouncing him.
“You go and clean up. I’ll get him to settle down,” he tells you.
You come back from the bathroom to find Jungkook swaying Moon in his arms, singing him a song. He’s completely fixated on his dad’s voice. You stop in the doorway to admire them before pulling out your phone to record.
You end up having sex again on the couch, no rush or any sort of pressure. Just wanting to be close to each other.
It’s not the last time Moon interrupts you’re private time, but both always find a way to make it up later.
~
You both tell Moon you love him all the time and there’s been many times you’ve both let it slip that you love each other. It’s easy to do when the “i love you’s” are flying for your son. You both ignore it every time, knowing they were slip ups.
Jungkook comes over to tell Moon goodbye before heading off for work. He leans down, kissing his tiny forehead. “I love you,” he coos, grinning when Moon grins.
He comes over to you, accepting his keys from your hands. He leans down to kiss you on the mouth, “I love you.”
Your mouth opens and closes and before you can form a reaction, he’s out the door.
You reciprocate by surprising him with the three words when you drop off something at this work and leave before he can react just like he did to you.
Eventually, it just comes naturally to say it to each other.
~
“I don’t think I can go back to work,” you admit to Jungkook one night.
The thought of leaving your baby makes you physically ill. You feel like he was just born and now you’re going to have to not see him all day? Not being able to squish his cheeks, kiss him all over, and not feed him until six?! That sounds fucking miserable and has tears in your eyes just at the thought.
Jungkook’s mom insisted that she would retire from work to keep Moon, but you won’t let her do that. You know running the restaurant is her dream that you aren’t gonna let her give up early. You’ve found a few reputable nannies around, but none of them feel like you can leave your baby with. He’s your baby, and you’re just supposed to leave him with someone you don’t know all day?
“I’ve thought about getting a job I can do at home or take Moon to but, I’m gonna lose all my insurance.”
“You could get a job at the restaurant. Part time. Mom can watch Moon while you work, and she can work on the days you don’t.”
It’s not a terrible idea. Jungkook’s mother is the only person you would trust watching Moon besides his sister. This way you don’t have to give up a job. It sucks you’re going to have to give up your degree level salary, but you can make enough between you two to live a humble life. You may be giving up a few luxuries in life, but you think it’s worth it for family time.
“What am I gonna do there?”
“We’ll find something. They did for me.”
“Let’s talk with them first before we get too gung-ho,” you say, but know as well as he does his parents will make it work.
“Mom’s gonna freak out.”
You both laugh.
You’re gone on a lunch date with Kate so Jungkook decided it would be nice to go on a walk. He put Moon in his stroller and headed for the park.
It’s become normal for him now to expect people walking by to stop and try and talk to both him and Moon. But, he’s never experienced it without you there. The women are like vultures and Moon is their prey.
The first people to stop him are two women that look to be in their thirties. They coo at Moon first and then all attention is on Jungkook. “What’s his name?”
He tells them and they freak out, but he could have said anything. “That’s so cute!”
One of them bats her eyelashes up at him. “I’m sure it’s hard being a single dad.”
Jungkook chokes on his spit. “O-oh. No, I’m not single. I’m with his mother.” He notices the way her eyes flit down to his left hand.
This doesn’t stop the whole way through the park. Women make goo-goo eyes at Moon, then at him. Someone even puts their hands on him which he had to quickly remove.
Even men and old women stop and try and talk to him, like having a kid is an invitation for a chat. He just wanted to walk through the park, not be a spectacle.
Maybe he should get some sort of promise ring so people will stop thinking he’s single.
“How did the park go?” you ask when you get back to the apartment. Of course, you go to scoop your son up first and smother him in kisses.
“Fine.”
The way Jungkook answers has you tilting your head at him. “Did something happen?”
“No, just…” he looks off, ruffling the hair behind his neck.
You raise your eyebrow at him and Moon starts blowing bubbles.
“What if we got rings?” He notices the confusion and quickly corrects, “Like, promise rings of some sort? Something less cheesy?”
You wonder where all this is coming from. You haven’t exactly talked about marriage before. “You were thinking about this at the park?”
“Sort of. People just assume I’m single, ya know?”
Oh, you finally get it. Jungkook’s getting hit on.
“Like pre-marriage rings?”
“Or just symbolic rings of sorts since I know you don’t want to get married.”
You furrow your eyebrows. “I never said that.”
His head whips around to you. “When you talked to my grandma about it-”
“Sure, I’ve never had the best idea of marriage. But, the idea of it now seems so… harmless.”
Marriage isn’t what holds people together, and it’s not what tears people apart. It’s simply a label put on whatever relationship you build together. Your parents would have had the same relationship regardless if they were married or not.
“Do you want to get married?” you ask, already expecting an answer.
“You don’t have to get married because of me. I’ve also come to understand that marriage isn’t all I thought it was. If we never got married, I don’t think we’d love each other any less.”
A small smile forms on your lips. “So, we’re gonna get married then?”
this series was seriously so good. i loved jungkook's character, i loved y/n's character, and i loved their development into a relationship. y/n's decisions and form of thinking made much sense; i never got irritated at her behavior because it made sense. i just loved the way this series turned out, i loved the angst, the fluff, the ending. truly wonderful.
It’s something I’ve noticed over the past two years of using this site. It was gradual, imperceptible at first, something that most would brush off as a silly concern, or fault Tumblr algorithm for. While it’s true that Tumblr’s engine leaves a lot to be desired, I’ve noticed that even popular blogs have started to dwindle in terms of interaction or motivation. There could be a lot of reasons for this, but the biggest two I’ve noticed, experienced myself, and asked fellow writers about is this: (1) content being stolen, and (2) lack of feedback or interaction. I’ve never seen any logical person defend content being stolen, so I want to address point 2 instead.
Lack of feedback and interaction. I’m not saying this on my behalf so much as I’m saying this for friends and smaller blogs who have lost motivation to write. I was looking at my yandere writing blogs list the other day and noticed that a good majority of them no longer write. I usually update the list every few months, and by that point, more and more writers have stopped writing entirely. This isn’t a problem confined solely to the yandere fandom; in fact, there’s less writing blogs in general these days, especially ones that are active. I used to run a very popular BNHA blog with some friends, but that dissolved after our content was stolen and our followers stopped interacting as much. Out of our 8,500 followers, we hardly got 0.015% notes (~128 notes) on an average post. Tumblr is to blame for the lack of eyes seeing our posts, for sure, but that also means that at least 128 people saw one post and didn’t leave a comment or ask. We were considered a big blog; imagine what it’s like on a small blog.
My friend recently made a post that summed this up perfectly:
“I’ve seen people say “Be grateful that people even lurk on your page.” and, while I get the message they’re trying to say, it’s more dismissive and hurtful in my opinion. Like you’re saying, “Oh your writing is mediocre, you should be grateful people even LOOK at it.”
Me personally? I’ve heard the argument that AO3 is a better place to post fanfics, and while that might be true, I’ve had friends experience firsthand the lack of interaction there too. I’ve heard the argument that interacting with some writers is intimidating (me included). I’ve heard that argument that followers might be too shy to interact. I’ve heard the argument that writers should write for themselves and not for views / likes / reblogs / etc, and while that’s ideal, it’s not sustainable for everyone. What works for one writer won’t work for another, but you know what will? Interaction.
That comment or ask that took you 2 seconds to write? We remember it. That reblog with the compliments in the tags? We remember it. Every single ‘named’ anon we get (heart anon, sunflower anon, etc)? We remember them. And the best part is? It’s actually easier to do these things on Tumblr since you have the option to send anonymous asks or make a sideblog specifically for reblogs! Trust me, whether the lack of interaction is the cause of a lack of motivation or what have you, every writer appreciates feedback (don’t be shy to offer some critique or compliments) or even a simple keyboard smash with some emojis. Even sitting down for 5 min a day per week to comment on your favorite writers’ new pieces makes a huge difference. Personally, since Tumblr’s activity feed is beyond terrible and I have over 1,500 posts, I don’t always see new reblogs or comments on my content; asks though? Always see those, can never go wrong with those. If you don’t want to reblog or leave a comment, then you can never go wrong with an anonymous ask.
As my wise friend says: writing is an art, and in order to improve that art, we need other people’s eyes to see what we don’t.
For the sake of every writer (past, present, and future) on this platform, please share this post.
i agree with all of this, i do. you can even catch me doing some reblogging of my own. the thing is, when i reblog, i try my best to do more than a “great work!” (not that that’s bad), and more often than not, i usually don’t get a response from the author. don’t get me wrong - authors don’t have to send me a thank you, but at the same time, they expect people to interact with their posts? i just think that if authors want people to comment or reblog their work, they can take a little bit of their time thanking that person to the best of their ability. a simple “thank you” is fine for me. or, if so many people have commented they lost count, there can be a general “thank you everyone for your kind words and support.” i believe that’s a fair exchange, no? i just feel very ignored when an author doesn’t take two seconds of their own time to reply with a thank you and that discourages me from reblogging any of their other works. now, not all authors do this. there are some sweethearts that went as far as to dm me a thank you, and i’m not saying every author has to do that, but again, if you want interactions, respond to the ones you do receive.
Thank you so much for sharing this @sugaamykookies
I 💯 agree with you on this, having been on both side of the scale I empathize with both authors and readers!
Ive been that person who’ve commented on every single chapter, trying to provide feedback on every details of the story hoping the author will know their hard work is valued, and at times Ive only recieved very minimal response or sometimes no response at all! Nevertheless I still believe if i read sth and realy enjoy it its my duty as the author to reblog and provide feedback!
On the other side of it, having shared my own writting Ive recieved a few response or feedback, discouraging me from working on the upcoming update! In the meanwhile I get lovely readers who comment over the span of 1-2 months after the update but by then i would have felt demotivated and discouraged from working on the piece already! Perhaps my lack of interaction then discouraged the readers to provide further feedback or stay tuned bc it just took too long!
Its basically a vicious cycle that keeps feeding to its own!
thank you for acknowledging this! i never really see any posts about this sort of thing, and I'm glad you, as someone with an audience, took the time to share it where others can see. :)
It’s something I’ve noticed over the past two years of using this site. It was gradual, imperceptible at first, something that most would brush off as a silly concern, or fault Tumblr algorithm for. While it’s true that Tumblr’s engine leaves a lot to be desired, I’ve noticed that even popular blogs have started to dwindle in terms of interaction or motivation. There could be a lot of reasons for this, but the biggest two I’ve noticed, experienced myself, and asked fellow writers about is this: (1) content being stolen, and (2) lack of feedback or interaction. I’ve never seen any logical person defend content being stolen, so I want to address point 2 instead.
Lack of feedback and interaction. I’m not saying this on my behalf so much as I’m saying this for friends and smaller blogs who have lost motivation to write. I was looking at my yandere writing blogs list the other day and noticed that a good majority of them no longer write. I usually update the list every few months, and by that point, more and more writers have stopped writing entirely. This isn’t a problem confined solely to the yandere fandom; in fact, there’s less writing blogs in general these days, especially ones that are active. I used to run a very popular BNHA blog with some friends, but that dissolved after our content was stolen and our followers stopped interacting as much. Out of our 8,500 followers, we hardly got 0.015% notes (~128 notes) on an average post. Tumblr is to blame for the lack of eyes seeing our posts, for sure, but that also means that at least 128 people saw one post and didn’t leave a comment or ask. We were considered a big blog; imagine what it’s like on a small blog.
My friend recently made a post that summed this up perfectly:
“I’ve seen people say “Be grateful that people even lurk on your page.” and, while I get the message they’re trying to say, it’s more dismissive and hurtful in my opinion. Like you’re saying, “Oh your writing is mediocre, you should be grateful people even LOOK at it.”
Me personally? I’ve heard the argument that AO3 is a better place to post fanfics, and while that might be true, I’ve had friends experience firsthand the lack of interaction there too. I’ve heard the argument that interacting with some writers is intimidating (me included). I’ve heard that argument that followers might be too shy to interact. I’ve heard the argument that writers should write for themselves and not for views / likes / reblogs / etc, and while that’s ideal, it’s not sustainable for everyone. What works for one writer won’t work for another, but you know what will? Interaction.
That comment or ask that took you 2 seconds to write? We remember it. That reblog with the compliments in the tags? We remember it. Every single ‘named’ anon we get (heart anon, sunflower anon, etc)? We remember them. And the best part is? It’s actually easier to do these things on Tumblr since you have the option to send anonymous asks or make a sideblog specifically for reblogs! Trust me, whether the lack of interaction is the cause of a lack of motivation or what have you, every writer appreciates feedback (don’t be shy to offer some critique or compliments) or even a simple keyboard smash with some emojis. Even sitting down for 5 min a day per week to comment on your favorite writers’ new pieces makes a huge difference. Personally, since Tumblr’s activity feed is beyond terrible and I have over 1,500 posts, I don’t always see new reblogs or comments on my content; asks though? Always see those, can never go wrong with those. If you don’t want to reblog or leave a comment, then you can never go wrong with an anonymous ask.
As my wise friend says: writing is an art, and in order to improve that art, we need other people’s eyes to see what we don’t.
For the sake of every writer (past, present, and future) on this platform, please share this post.
i agree with all of this, i do. you can even catch me doing some reblogging of my own. the thing is, when i reblog, i try my best to do more than a "great work!" (not that that's bad), and more often than not, i usually don't get a response from the author. don't get me wrong - authors don't have to send me a thank you, but at the same time, they expect people to interact with their posts? i just think that if authors want people to comment or reblog their work, they can take a little bit of their time thanking that person to the best of their ability. a simple "thank you" is fine for me. or, if so many people have commented they lost count, there can be a general "thank you everyone for your kind words and support." i believe that's a fair exchange, no? i just feel very ignored when an author doesn't take two seconds of their own time to reply with a thank you and that discourages me from reblogging any of their other works. now, not all authors do this. there are some sweethearts that went as far as to dm me a thank you, and i'm not saying every author has to do that, but again, if you want interactions, respond to the ones you do receive.
summary: After your ex cheats on you with his ex, you decide to fuck the guy he idolizes the most to fuck with him.
tags: slight angst, revenge...sex?, petty reader, praise kink, reader has a fat ass, BIG cocked jk, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), vocal kink, dirty talk, tiny shrimp exboyfriend, fucking on the counter, begging, creampie, unprotected sex*(please be safe), nippleplay
genre: SMUT.
rating: M (18+)
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You have little time to explain.
Your ex, instead of telling you that he lost interest in the relationship by sitting down, having a nice chat about how things are going, you know, like a normal human being-- instead sends you a picture of him in his ex's bed to end things between you.
Now, you're not usually a spiteful kind of person. You're forgiving and understanding, just like your parents taught you. You were the one that called your friends immature when they blocked their exes on social media. You'd stick your nose up at them and ask them where their maturity had gone.
But this time, it seriously pissed you off.
You were building a life with this person. The love songs on the radio reminded you of this person, all of them did. Your heart fluttered every time they said your name, but now he's in someone else's bed-- shit!
Listen.
There is this man by the name of Jeon Jungkook. Your ex-boyfriend idolizes him. He'd always come home from work, whining to you that Jungkook beat him to a proposal or that Jungkook rides a Mercedes-- that he's trying to get like him. A twisted little idea conjured itself in your conniving mind.
The enemy of my enemy...is my friend.
That's something your mom taught you. "Don't put yourself after no man! Don't you put him over your own self." You will stick by that.
So when you dug up Jungkook's number from a work Christmas party your humpty-dumpty ex took you to, you messaged him explaining the whole situation. He got it almost immediately.
You had the outfit planned. You had the restaurant reservation planned. You had the time and the place to do the deed.
It didn't hurt that Jungkook conveniently made six figures and owned an apartment that overlooked the city of Houston from ten stories up. He had an elevator that led straight to the living room, and there he was with his fine self.
He wore black. His chest was open, his body spanning the entire length of his couch. His palm cradled a glass of champagne, swirling it in small circles.
He's always been the man you told your ex not to worry about. You'd always give him the side eye, had to keep yourself from staring at him too long so that it wouldn't look suspicious, or like nothing was going on between you-- not that there was. Now, there definitely would be.
"He'll never be me," Jungkook pouts, setting his drink down and greeting you at the elevator. "Welcome. You can get...anything you want from the fridge, we've been stocked since yesterday," he gestures toward the open kitchen, his sleek black countertops sparking in the hanging lights.
The entire place is clean. You meander about the place, keeping your hands to yourself before you feel something slip behind you. He's hugging your back tight, his head resting on your shoulder as his mouth kisses your neck teasingly.
Your lips part, a low and breathy whine escaping them as he tightens his grip, hissing while his hands travel your body.
He kisses your jaw, tugging you closer onto him before he groans softly into your ear. "Let me fuck you on the counter, make you feel like a whore...we can do it all night, make love one hundred and fifty different ways so that you feel all of what you were missing with that shrimp," he chuckles.
Every hair on your body stands, his thumbs fiddling with the straps to your skirt. It's unbelievable how thick his fingers are, and how tepid his palms are as they slip under the fabric lacing your body. They're strong and controlling, like him.
"Just look at how you react to me…" Jungkook splits his fingers at your labia, hurriedly slipping himself into your warm pussy. He groans instantly, gratified at the squelching arousal that melts on his digits.
"He never touched you right," his eyes follow his hands, then meet your own as he rolls his long index along your swollen bud. You twitch in sensitivity, stifling a moan. He brushes away a smile. Your knees shake, you're close to buckling.
You cling to his back, and he takes it as a sign to place you like a centerpiece on his luxury countertop and help you take off your measly skirt.
He hoists himself up there, crawling to match his body with yours. The surface beneath you is cold. It chills the skin of your back and cools you off, a relief from the heat between your legs.
Jungkook is kneeling on the side, getting his phone out. "It's only fair...that...we send him a little...revenge...video, hm?" He hums as he opens up his camera.
You're between his legs, prying at the button of his pants. He notices this and runs his fingers through your hair, encouraging you to keep going. He smiles confidently. "Go on, do that. Yeah, that's a good girl…" he's quite pleased.
No wonder when you unzip him, the biggest cock you've ever seen springs out and slaps your chin. You widen your eyes, spreading your thighs apart so as to not cream your panties.
He puts his phone down and leans back on his hands. "Take it in your throat, you can. Just be really careful, do it slowly," he caresses your jaw as it opens to accommodate for the size of his dick.
"Ah,, yeah slowly….until it hits all the way," he hisses, "...back."
You hollow your cheeks, nearly tearing up at his girth. He's stretching your throat and causing your sinuses to overflow. It's such a big cock, you take a moment to breathe in before swallowing it. You press your legs together hard, hitting a sweet spot in your little pussy as he fills out your slutty throat.
"I know...yeah, shhh...I know…" he coos. You glance up at his face, to watch him glaring down at you with dangerously relaxed eyes, rolling his tongue in his mouth before he brings his hips up to make you choke. "Yeah, swallow my cock," he growls in a low voice. "Swallow it to make up for all the times his couldn't even reach the back of your throat."
He picks up his phone again and begins filming beside his face, giving your boyfriend a good perspective. "This your bitch, _____?" He laughs. You can't stop taking it. It's so big, it's so big, it's so big, your saliva is running down the base of it. His precum is so sweet!
You let off, whining. "It's been so long since I've had a real man's cock inside of me!" You complain. "Please get inside me!"
Jungkook bites his lip and pulls you up to his thighs. In a moment of pure bliss, his lips clash against yours. His tatted hands grab your ass and jiggles it hard, kneading it until you're red from his touch. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm gonna cum on your thighs if your cock doesn't get inside me right now!" You pant.
His fascination with your desperate state escalates as soon as his hot shaft meets your cunt, your arousal melting like hot butter all over him. You're clenching beneath him, clawing your hands all up on his back as he fills you out, pushing your cervix and pressing into your gut. It's overwhelming just how much girth your pussy can accommodate."Fuck, yours is so much bigger~! Fuck, you're so much bigger…" you cry.
He moans, his eyes up on you as he massages your needy cervix with the beading tip of his cock. He plunges in on his elbows, his hips desperately fucking your tight cunt as if he could even feel his legs at this point. "Fuck, you're so much better than him, Jungkook~!!" You jubilate.
"Oh, fuck~!" You cry. He smacks his hips back up, snapping inside of you. You adopt a quick rhythm as his mouth sucks and flicks at your pretty tits, taking them in his mouth while his hands flicker and stimulate your throbbing clit just how you like it. The sounds vibrate, racking through your body in a glorious vibrato.
He echoes you, switching your positions so that he can pound into you just right and feel that gorgeous clenching you're doing around him better. "That's right, right there. Right there, feel all of it. All of it, baby…"
You're almost light-headed by the time the crashing orgasm hits you. "Oh fu--" you gasp. Euphoria paints his face** as his cock splurges a thick rope of his white cum deep inside your cunt. You squirm as he pins down your legs.
He pants. His lips meet yours again, a sweet kiss planted upon them. "Thank you," he thrums.
On the counter, Jungkook's phone is buzzing off the hook. Your ex is hitting him up constantly, raving about the video. He's sent about fifteen short blurbs so far...and he's still typing.
bts performing twice, the crowd chanting for nobody but bts, bts winning all 3/3 of their awards all before headlining 4 sold out 90,000 capacity stadium shows. they deserve this. nobody deserves this more than bts. im honoured to be here with them.
“Yeah, sorry I didn’t answer your calls last night. I got distracted and didn’t notice,” you said into the phone, resisting the urge to poke Jungkook in the ribs when he squeezed you with the strong arm he’d got wrapped around your waist. Instead, you settled for an admonishing glare, one you knew was weakened by the giddiness that you felt in his company. It was enough to tone him down a notch, although not quite sufficient enough to stop him from planting a quick kiss against your temple. Yes, he was definitely the source of your distraction the previous night. Not that you had any complaints. Your legs still felt a little weakened from his powerful thrusts into you a few hours ago, and just one touch from him reminded you of how your body tingled in his arms all night. However, you needed to focus on this call. For everyone’s sake.
the writing was wonderful. the words went along so fluidly, i didn't have to think a single thought for me to understand what i was reading. this storyline was perfect, too. i like how taehyung wasn't particularly a "bad guy" or how jungkook wasn't a douche bag. y/n and taehyung's relationship wasn't toxic whatsoever; rather, it was more unhealthy than anything. jungkook's reaction to their relationship was so refreshing too: there wasn't any distaste or insulting involved. in fact, it was the most reasonable reaction one can have without butting into another's business—disappointment. i also can't help but bring attention to the first time jungkook and y/n slept together—there was slight emphasis on how jungkook had made y/n feel beautiful, which was the first step of many to have her be able to have peace with herself. that's just something that resonates with me so deeply. once again, this was a wonderful fic with wonderful writing.
like i’m sorry but coming from a grown adult it’s just not cute or fun to get blackout drunk every single weekend and hurt yourself or hurt others just to show off on snap. also if your friends around you are LETTING you get to this level of intoxication, they are not your true friends and you cannot trust them. calling yourself “an alcoholic hahahahrjdjdj” isn’t cute either. you’re really going to regret a lot of this behavior when you’re older
i don't want to soap box but since i've lost a few ppl i love to alcoholism and almost lost my mom to it last year, i think it's important to understand there's no safe amount of alcohol to drink. like do i drink? yes. but it will give you brain damage at any level of consumption and that's a literal fact. depending on your body's ability to handle it, what you think is very modest drinking can also permanently fuck your liver and im telling you this because the doctor who told me my mother didn't qualify for a liver transplant after alcohol ruined her body told me this to my face when i asked about my own risk.
and if you want to know what chronic alcoholism looks like in a person in its final stages it looks like: extremely early onset dementia, yellowed skin, bloody bruises all over the body, an inability to do anything involving fine motor function like texting or writing or opening a door, incontinence, the abdomen filling with fluid that has to be physically removed over and over, and total immune system failure. with of course a huge increase in cancer risk as well. for my mom this onset was immediate rather than slow; she got slightly sick from a cat scratch and her liver which was compromised by a life of moderate drinking shut down immediately. doctors i have talked to regularly see ppl in their twenties and thirties for what my mom has.
on the first day we talked to the transplant doctors, they'd already met with three people around my age that day. there's no amnesty period for being young. you aren't magically immune to fucking yourself up permanently in your twenties.
also fyi alcohol ruins your body's ability to produce serotonin without it, which is something i learned personally. if you already have depression or anxiety literally don't fuck around with alcohol at all. im saying this as someone who drinks, who used to drink a lot more, and who has literally seen it end lives and spent weeks in the hospital with ppl sick over this in the last two years: stop drinking until you can do it without making into a social crutch or anxiety treatment. also, no it isn't making you more creative or less nervous so stop telling yourself it is.
i've had to watch my mom cry so many times realizing this is her life now. respect the future you that's going to have to deal with this shitty decision you're making. getting blackout drunk even once is too many times. i've been there, i know it's fun in the moment, i know it's a part of being young, and this is me about to be in my thirties telling you: it wasn't worth it and you better be really fucking careful.
ETA: npr story from last week about how there's a huge rise in women in their twenties undergoing liver failure because of alcohol
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