BTS reaction to the rain pouring out of nowhere on the two of you
Anon said: hi, can you please write how boys would be when the rain starts pouring, maybe a kiss or something like that... X
Jungkook: When the rain starts to pour, the two of you would laugh and jump, run around holding hands.
Jimin: Smiling both of you would look up at the sky, then back at each other sharing a big smile. His eyes would look at yours for a long minute, just leeting the rain pour on the two of you
"Let's go Y/N!" he'll laugh taking your hand and pull you with him to take cover
Taehyung: Pure joy and excitement. He would take you by the cheeks and pull you in, giving you kisses before softly laughing
Rap Monster: He would take his jacket off and make sure to place it over your head so you're warm and find a place to take cover
J-Hope: The two of you would grab hands and start dancing romantically. Humming the songs and laughing.
Suga: As soon as the rain starts, he's gone *gif*
Jin: Wouldn't know to run or hide or what to do, but he'll stop taking you by the hand and pullinh you close giving you s kiss.
BTS was on break, and that meant you got to spend more time with your fiance. You loved getting to see Jungkook a lot more, as he would leave the dorms and come hang out with you all day everyday. Their break was supposed to last for two months. It’s been almost a month of his time off now, and you’re setting up Mario Kart in your living room so you and Jungkook can play when he gets here.
You walk into the kitchen and grab some of his favorite snacks, setting them on the living room table. A knock on the door makes you squeal in excitement as you run to open it, already knowing who stands on the other side. Jungkook’s bunny smile breaks out on his face when he sees you, he holds his arms out and you immediately wrap your arms around his waist, feeling his engulf you.
“I missed you, my sweet girl.” Jungkook breathes in the flowery scent of your shampoo and sighs happily, planting a quick kiss on the top of your head. You giggle and pull away just enough to smile up at him, “You saw me just last night, silly."
Jungkook holds onto you tighter and walks into the house, kicking the door shut with his foot and waddling to the couch with you still wrapped around him. He flops onto the couch and pulls you closer onto him to snuggle his face into your neck.
"I know, but I can’t stand being away from you. I love you too much.”
“I feel the same way, Kook.” You sigh happily and nuzzle the base of his neck with your nose, causing him to giggle because it’s ticklish. You smile and give him a kiss on his collar bone, enjoying the sounds of his boyish laughter.
“Y/n?” He says quietly after a minute of snuggling on the couch. You look up at him, “Yes, baby?”
Jungkook looks down at you and you can feel the love radiating off of him as he stares into your eyes, “I can’t wait to marry you.” He whispers before cupping his hands around your face and giving you a little kiss on the mouth. He pulls away for a second, “I can’t wait to live in the same house as you.” Then he kisses you again. “And wake up next to you, seeing your beautiful face in the morning.” Another kiss. You smile against his mouth, your cheeks tinted pink from his sweet words. “And we can start a family together.” He mumbles against your lips before pulling you into a deeper kiss. You feel a warm spark in your chest, spreading out through your limbs while his arms hold you close.
You spend a couple minutes just laying in his arms, letting him kiss you wherever he can reach; your forehead, hair, lips, chin, cheeks, neck, and shoulder to name a few. After a little while, Jungkook’s attention turns to the TV, seeing the game you put on. His eyes light up and he sits up on the couch, “Ah! You set up Mario Kart? Let’s play!” You laugh and nod, following his gaze to the screen.
“I’m gonna beat you, so watch out Kook.”
“Oh it’s on, babygirl.”
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So far, Jungkook has beaten you in five rounds. And you’ve beaten him in six.
Jungkook’s look of complete shock and confusion when he looks at you after the last round makes you laugh and shrug smugly.
“Sorry, baby. Guess you’re not the King of Mario Kart anymore.”
Jungkook squints at you suspiciously, “How did you suddenly get so good?”
“Are you accusing me of cheating?” You put your hand to your chest in mock offense. “I just practiced a lot. I don’t just assume I’m always the best, you sore loser.” You smirk at him, then squeal when he tackles you to the couch.
“Kook, no!” You shriek when you feel his fingers start to tickle you. You can’t stop laughing as he relentlessly takes his revenge on your ticklish tummy and sides. When he finally lets up, you breath heavily and sit up to straighten your hair out again.
“You’re a bully. I’m hungry, let’s eat some snacks.” Jungkook laughs at your short attention span, grabbing your hand and kissing it.
You grab a bag of potato chips and open it up, placing it between you two on the couch and reaching to snag two Chocopies, handing one to Jungkook and opening your own. You take a big bite out of it, then turn and look at Jungkook in confusion, your mouth full of Chocopie. He hasn’t started eating his yet, he just looks at it and sets it down on the table. Usually he’s the first to notice the snacks and dig in immediately.
“You okay, Kookie?” You ask around a mouthful of cookie, covering your mouth with your hand. Jungkook seems to jump at your question then laughs, “Of course! I’m just not hungry right now.”
Now he has your full attention and concern. He’s always hungry, even after eating a big meal he has space for sweets.
You swallow and set the rest of your treat on the coffee table, then turn to him and put your hand on his leg. Jungkook stares at your hand and sighs, bringing his eyes up to yours you can tell he knows that you know something is up.
“Jungkook?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you please talk to me?” You ask gently, trying not to stress him out or push him. Jungkook looks up at the ceiling and starts to blink rapidly. To your dismay, you see tears forming in his big doe eyes. You want to just wrap him in your arms and cuddle him into oblivion and let him know whatever it is, everything will be okay. You know something is upsetting him and you know he’ll talk about it when he’s ready.
But, you also know that sometimes, people don’t necessarily want to be cheered up right at that moment. Sometimes we just need to be allowed to get angry, or sad. We don’t always want someone to fix it right away. We need to let it out.
So, you sit in silence and softly rub his thigh with your thumb, patiently waiting for him to open up to you. After a good five minutes, Jungkook wipes his eyes and turns to you with a smile on his face.
“I’m alright, y/n. Just a little overwhelmed is all.”
You’re not buying it.
And usually, you would listen to his wishes of not wanting to talk about it. But, you also know Jungkook, and you can tell that something is killing him, he just doesn’t want to burden you.
He’s dying to talk about it.
But he doesn’t feel like he can.
You wipe your own eyes quickly, then push his shoulders until he sits back comfortably on the couch. You move and straddle his lap, hooking your arms around his middle and hugging him tightly.
“I love you.” You whisper quietly, but loud enough for him to hear it.
“I love you, too.” Jungkook says back, his voice a little scratchy. He sets his hands on the small of your back.
“I love you so much, that I know you better than the back of my hand.” You continue.
“I know.”
“So, please tell me. I want to listen to whatever is on your mind. I love your beautiful mind.” You lift your head and smile at him sadly, seeing him reflect that smile and blink back more tears in his eyes.
“I just feel really insecure these days.” You lay your head on his chest when he starts to speak, and listen to him intently. “It isn’t because of you winning the game, by the way. I’m proud of you for that.” Jungkook let’s out a teary laugh. “I just haven’t been working out since our time off, because I wanted to take a break from everything I’ve been doing.” You nod to show you’re listening.
“I don’t-… nevermind, it’s stupid.”
You lift your head again and look into his eyes.
“Nothing you say is stupid, ever.” You insist, then peck his nose. Jungkook chuckles and sets his hands on your hips, as if he’s grounding himself and trying to gather the courage to say what he wants to.
“I just-…I don’t have abs right now. I know that sounds ridiculous, but it makes me who I am, ya know? The Golden Maknae has abs and thighs and is always good at everything.” You nod, knowing he isn’t finished yet.
Jungkook takes a deep breath and then blurts out the rest of what’s on his mind.
“I love army so much, and I never want to disappoint them, or the boys, or you. I know looks and talent isn’t everything. But, it is for me. It’s who I am. If I don’t work out, I don’t get first place on everything I do, if I’m not the strongest in the group while also being the baby…If I have none of that…then there’s nothing left.” Your heart rips into pieces at the words leaving his mouth, but you still say nothing until he’s done. Jungkook’s voice is thick with tears as you try and fail to keep back your own. They stream down your face, but you keep listening to him.
“Sometimes I wonder if that’s all I am. When I do something to show my strength, or I show my abs or act cute, then everyone loves it. What am I if I don’t do that? I don’t know who I am anymore…and…I just want to be loved…but I don’t think I can let myself. Because I don’t think I deserve it.”
When you look up at him again, you see tear streaks down both his cheeks, Jungkook’s eyes red and swollen while trying to look anywhere in the room but at you. When he finally lets his eyes land on your face, he breathes out a shaky sigh and whispers, "I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry.”
“Thank you, Jungkook.”
“F-For what?” He looks taken aback.
“For telling me what’s on your mind.”
Jungkook nods and pulls you into his chest. You try your hardest to keep more tears from spilling down your cheeks as you rack your brain for the right words to say. When you think of something, you sit up and move off of his lap.
You situate yourself on your stomach next to where he’s sitting, so your head is level with his abdomen. Jungkook watches you curiously, wiping his eyes to clean up his tears. Then, you gently lift up his shirt.
“No, don’t-” Jungkook says weakly, pulling his shirt back down to cover himself. When you first started dating Jungkook, he was extremely shy around you. After being with him for four years now, he never misses an opportunity to show off his abs at the pool or during dance practice. Not to do anything but be a cheeky tease.
You know it isn’t about him being shy. You know he just doesn’t like the way he looks right now, and that’s exactly why you need to do it.
You look at him with puppy eyes until he finally relents with a sigh and let’s go of the hem of his shirt. You smile and lift it up, revealing his little tummy. Jungkook has a slight pooch where his abs used to be, and no outlining of any muscles. You look back at him and see him covering his face with his hands.
“Kook.”
“Please don’t look at me, y/n.”
You sigh and push his shirt up a little more. Once you have the shirt up by his ribcage, you lean down and place a single kiss on his belly button. Jungkook twitches a little, not expecting that from you. Then, he peeks out between two of his fingers, watching you in confusion. You shift into a more comfy position and lean down to place kisses all across his tummy, paying special attention to his pooch.
Jungkook can’t hold it back anymore and starts to let out little giggles from the feeling. You smile and keep exaggerating your kissies while going, “muah, muah, muuuah!”
Soon, Jungkook is full on laughing and trying to push your head away. “Stoop, you’re being silly.” He scolds playfully, making you chuckle and give him one last big kiss right on his belly button.
“Need I say more about how much I love your tummy?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him. Jungkook shakes his head, a blush dusting his cheeks.
“Jungkook.” He looks at you and you cuddle into his side, placing your hand on his tummy and rubbing it gently while you say what you want to say.
“I think you already know that I love you. More than I could ever explain. And I know that you know I love you because of who you are, not because of looks or talent.” Jungkook nods, so you continue. “And who are you, Jungkook? Because what I see, is a young man. A young man that has a mom, dad, and older brother. He was born in Busan and moved to the city to follow his dreams. I see a young man that, despite other’s opinions, accomplished his dream. I see someone who has a heart of gold, and that’s why I see you as the Golden Maknae, Jungkook. You care about people, I can see it. You love people so much, that you’ll do anything for them. Even if it hurts you. I see your beautiful mind, Kook. One that thinks of others, even when it’s hard for him to express himself. One that thinks of silly jokes and gets excited thinking of yummy food. You’re so creative and caring."
You take a second to wipe your tears before going on, "I fell in love with your beautiful heart and mind. No matter what you look like, you wouldn’t have been handsome to me if you were a bad person, Kookie. There are people out there considered to be extremely good looking, but when I see their personality and it’s rotten, all I can see is that ugliness. You’re handsome, and you’re handsome because you have a beautiful soul. Abs and thighs and muscles and perfection do nothing to change that. Army loves you, Kook. And the real ones will stick by you and love you no matter what. If you gain weight, if you don’t. If you get more tattoos, if you don’t. If you act manly or like a baby. They don’t care, sweetie. Army loves you.”
Jungkook sniffles and you reach up to wipe his tears, “You work so hard trying to please everyone else, that you forget you’re human too. You deserve to be happy, too. Don’t let that happiness fade away for something so unsure as the approval of others. I could go on all day with reasons why I love you.” Jungkook hugs you tightly and let’s his tears stream down his face, wetting his and your shirts as you cry together.
“You’ve saved people’s lives, Kookie. So many people you’ve helped climb out of holes of darkness and doubt. Not because you’re Jeon Jungkook of BTS. All because you’re you, and you Jungkook, care about people.”
You let him shove his face into your shoulder and cry, patting him on the head soothingly and whispering how much you love him.
“I love you, y/n.” He chokes out, his tears still trailing down his wet cheeks.
“I love you too, Jungkook. And your beautiful mind.” You coo and kiss his head over and over again while you rub his shoulder to calm him down. Jungkook cries for a few minutes, before pulling away and wiping at his messy face. You giggle and take the hem of your shirt, cleaning his eyes and nose before kissing him gently on the mouth.
“One more thing.” You say and stand up, Jungkook still holding onto your hand. You take your other hand and lift up your shirt to show him the pooch you have right above your pants. You wiggle your eyebrows at him and say, “You like my poochy belly?” Jungkook laughs and pulls you by your hips so he can kiss your belly button.
“I absolutely adore your tummy.” He mutters against the skin of your stomach, placing another kiss there and pulling you to sit on his lap again. You grab the Chocopies and hand him his. Jungkook takes it and bites into it with a smile.
“Kookie?”
“Yes, love?”
“Did baby Kook do anything wrong?” You ask absentmindedly. He looks at you quizzically, “What do you mean?”
“I mean, was baby Kook guilty of any wrongdoing?” You ask again.
Jungkook shifts, “No?” He says uncertainly. You nod and continue, “Ok, how about little boy Kook? Did he do something so horribly, morally wrong?”
“No.” Jungkook answers.
“Did grown up Kook?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Ok then.” You say with finality and look into his eyes. Jungkook searches your gaze, trying to figure out what you’re doing.
“What is this about, baby?” He asks quietly. His eyes fill with tears once again at your answer.
“You’ve never done anything to not deserve happiness, Jungkook. Don’t be so quick to sentence yourself unworthy of being loved."
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a/n 2.0: and that’s the tea sis. it would be a lie to say no tears were shed while writing this… I catch any of y'all saying you’re not worthy of love, watch me fly into the sun and end your whole career. Also, I catch anyone saying anything negative 'bout Kook I won’t hesitate to put up these fists.
Double also, this is the pic that inspired this lil oneshot. I’m proud to say this is my fav fake love tum reveal.
Come at me with that TUM boi 😭😭no abs needed here my sweet sweet angel boi
“y/nie isn’t it too hot for long sleeves, my love?” Jimin asked, trailing his fingers gently against your long sleeved shirt. He looked at you with worry in his eyes, more concerned with your well being than your sense of fashion.
Your heart suddenly crawled into your throat, and you weren’t sweating from the heat anymore. Your heart began hammering in your chest and you fidgeted with the loose thread on your left sleeve.
“Nah, Jiminie I’m okay.” you said, throwing on a half assed grin and tried to convince your boyfriend you were fine. It was really hot. But you didn’t want him to see your arms. You were concerned with what he would think about the scars on your skin, worried about what he would think about the marks you made. Realistically, Jimin would never judge or belittle you for anything, especially self harming, but your anxiety couldn’t prevent you from getting paranoid.
Would your perfect boyfriend really love you with such deformities?
Jimin snapped you out of your thoughts by grabbing your fidgeting hand and lacing your fingers together, drawing your attention to him. He could very obviously see the panic on your face and was quickly getting worried. Did he do something?
“Baby, are you okay? Talk to me, what’s wrong?” he asked softly, his other hand gently trailing the backs of his fingers against your cheek.
You stayed silent, trying to find the right words. You panicked more, not sure if you wanted to tell him the truth or come up with a lie. Fortunately for you, you got together in the fall so long sleeves were common for months. Unfortunately for you, it was now summer and you couldn’t stay in long sleeves forever. Through the cold season you managed to stay hidden in dim lighting, long sleeves or blankets so Jimin hadn’t seen your scars yet, but he was getting suspicious now. What would you do? Would he hate you? Especially for keeping something so serious from him?
You didn’t notice you had begun to slightly hyperventilate until he grabbed your cheeks with both of his hands and had you look at him.
“Baby, please talk to me, I’m worried. What’s the matter?” Jimin asked you, his eyebrows furrowed in distress. He gently pulled you to the couch, your lunch with the boys forgotten.
You pulled your sleeves down further unconsciously, but the movement didn’t go unnoticed by Jimin. He waited for you to speak.
He held one of your hands with both of his, running his thumb against the back of your hand to try and keep your focus on him and to help you not panic anymore.
You took a deep breath. You couldn’t avoid it forever, right? You could only hope that he wouldn’t despise you for keeping the truth from him.
“Jiminie... I...”
You wanted to cry. You hated your arms, all the scars you caused, all the terrible memories tied to them. You hated it. And you hated yourself for keeping the truth from Jimin for so long.
“Baby, I.. I have a lot of.. scars... on my arms.. And I’m really ashamed of them, I hate them so so much, I was in a really bad place mentally when I did it and I probably should have told you sooner but I’m a piece of shit and-“
Your words started off slow and began snowballing as your confession gained momentum, but Jimin interrupted you before you could belittle yourself anymore.
“Hey, do not talk about yourself that way, my love. You’re not a piece of shit. I am a little sad you felt you couldn’t tell me, but I understand. It’s a heavy topic and I never want you to feel forced to tell me anything. But I do want you to know that I don’t think any less of you, we all have our struggles and we all deal with them differently. I still love you just as much, you’re still my angel. Nothing’s changed. Except now I know a little more about you. Please don’t be worried baby, I promise everything is alright. Thank you for finally telling me, okay? I love you.”
In the middle of Jimin’s speech he pulled you into a hug when he saw the tears in your eyes. He rubbed your back soothingly and let you cry into his shoulder.
He was so sweet. You couldn’t believe yourself. Of course Jimin wouldn’t think any less of you. Jimin was amazing and understanding. You felt silly for being so adamant about keeping your secret from him for so long.
You held Jimin tight while you cried, and kissed his shoulder and collar bones after you calmed down. You pulled apart, quickly wiping your eyes before taking a deep breath.
“I’m sorry Jiminie. You’ve done nothing to make me feel scared of sharing that with you, I just.. I’m used to people being disgusted by them, and it was my worst fear for you to feel that way too. I knew in my heart you would never do that to me but.. it scared me too much..” you held his hands tight, squeezing when you thought about the perturbed scowl on Jimin’s face if he found out about your scars, a scowl on you’ve seen on many other faces before.
Jimin couldn’t help but giggle, “You silly goose, I told you I would love you no matter what. A few scars aren’t going to change that. But I hope they’re all old scars. If you ever feel like making new ones, you know to come to me first, yeah? Whenever you need me, I don’t care when it is. I want my baby safe.” he comforted you, kissing your arm through your sleeve.
You smiled at him, nodding in confirmation. You pulled your arms from him and took in a breath, rolling up your sleeve so he could finally see. All the parallel marks on your arm were now in full view, and you couldn’t help your heart still pounding in your chest.
Jimin looked at your scars sadly, gently running his fingers over the old discolored bumps. He sighed and kissed each arm, before pulling you into a spine breaking hug.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry you ever felt the need to hurt yourself to ease your pain. I’m sorry. I love you. I love you so much, my angel.” Jimin cried into your neck, and you felt some tears of his own on your skin. You held him close, murmuring “I love you”s and “I’m sorry”s back and forth until Taehyung’s incessant phone calls parted you. You giggled at each other, wiping away your tears before answering the call.
You two went to lunch, with you in a tank top and a cardigan just in case you needed the extra cover. You felt lighter than ever with your secret off your chest. Jimin really is the best.
*I have decided that this will be a drabble series
Summary: God Taehyung x Mortal reader.
Touch
To Taehyung, who favored being alone in the depths of one of many temples dedicated to his godliness, found himself greatly annoyed one day by a pair of loud-mouthed women.
That had been his favorite of all his temples, namely because it was rarely upkept and, therefore, would be devoid of any being--godly or otherwise.
However, after a meeting with the other gods around the area, he was entirely displeased to find that his momentary peace from eternity was disrupted--by you.
The moment he heard you, he decided that you were loud--whoever you were--and that your volume was grating his hearing, to the point that he contemplated sacrificing you for the sake of his own mental peace.
"Shut it!" You shouted to the other woman with you. Her voice was much higher and naive, like she had yet to experience anything other than silver spoons and open palms. You, however, were loud like you needed to shout to be heard. "Whimpering will not get us out of our duties."
"Your duties." The other woman mumbled.
"These were never my duties; I suggest you shut your mouth before you find my foot someplace you don't want it."
"But...but sis, what if he's inside? You know what they say--anyone who sees him never returns, he doesn't like to be seen."
"Well you would know, if you had come to clean with me anytime prior, that he is never here mid-day." You muttered, huffing as something metal clattered against the stone entrance to his temple.
"I--Y/N, you know I--"
"Gods I told you to shut it!"
"You're the one being loud!" The second voice hissed. "What if he hears us?"
It was at that very moment that you made the poor decision to shoulder open the door to his temple, letting in a ghastly beam of pure sunlight. It wasn't enough that you brought light into his dark sanctuary; no, because then you proceeded to mock a god--albeit unknowingly--right to his face.
"Oh dear God of Death and all the cowshit that you reside over, please forgive me for all of my sins for I am just a dear, insolent, foolish mortal like my sister here."
And then, with a graceless turn of your head, your eyes met his.
What Taehyung expected from you seemed to be everything you never gave. What he expected was for your eyes to be round, with a ring of white around the irises like your frozen solid sister standing next to you. But you, you were the exact opposite.
What Taehyung got was you with a bucket of water slung into the crook of your elbow, a stare, and one eyebrow raised like it was your way of saying every curse in the book. "Smite me."
Taehyung was between fulfilling that request and snorting out laughter--it wound up being the latter, if only as a gut reaction. Your sister smacked you in the hip with her half empty bucket. "Such a vile mouth on you, mortal." He murmured from the shadows, causing you to open the door until enough light was let in to prevent such shade. Not only vile, but defiant.
"Like I care what a God thin--" You were cut off by your sister brutally smacking the back of your neck with her hand until you were forced into a deep bow that mimicked her own.
"W-W-We're so sorry, s-sir." The other woman apologized quickly, hissing to you through gritted teeth. "How dare you talk to the God of Death like that--are you trying to get us killed?"
Before you could open your mouth, Taehyung's back straightened as he leaned against the ivy-coated wall of his temple. "God of Death? Is that what you humans call me?"
You stared up at him through your fringe. "Is that not what you are?"
"We don't give each other titles. As far as us gods are concerned, we all do the same things and have no specific control over any aspect of mortality and life. I am what I am; the name you mortals attach to me makes no difference."
You were stronger than your sister, shoving her grip off of you so you could straighten your spine to match his. Something in the fact that you weren't as weak and thin as your blood relation had him believing that you were two pieces of royalty cut from different cloth--unequal in a kingdom he knew nothing about.
Taehyung, God of Death, presumed he got his title from his lack of interest in the living.
"Of course it matters." He found your gaze surprisingly resilient for a being that could perish so easily. Much to your sister's dismay, you stepped deeper into the temple, strides aiming towards a window entirely covered by thick vines of ivy. "Honestly, if what you are isn't important than why should we even bother to clean a temple dedicated to a false name?"
"No one has cleaned this temple; that is why it is one of my favorites." He glared at your fingers hovering over the ivy curtain, knowing full well that the second you removed it there'd be too much bright light for his liking.
You smirked at him, your sister refusing to move from the temple entrance. "Then I shall clean it."
"Sis he said--"
"I can hear, Amelia." You snapped. "I just chose not to listen." You chuckled, fingers digging into the ivy as you ripped it away piece by piece, revealing bolts of sunlight that seemed to light up your form bit by bit. And then, before he could stop you, he was practically blinded by the force of the light, your smile boring into him as the cleared window let in a gust of wind that lifted strands of hair off your forehead. "It's infuriating, isn't it? Being called something that you're not?" You murmured, that stupid smile still present on your face. "Since you make no claim to the God of Death, then I feel that you should not live like one."
"Sis!"
"Vile mortal." Taehyung hissed, squinting into the light.
"You are acting like a creature of the dark for no reason; how dare you call me vile when you are a pathetic, moping mess of a God."
"Y/N!" Your sister shrieked, causing your attention to momentarily drift to her. "Shut it!"
Taehyung cocked his head at you, lips pursed.
"I am here to clean your temple out of duty to my mother rather than duty to a religion. Kill me if that bothers you--the kingdom would thank you." You shouldered past him, making your way towards the second ivy-covered window in his temple.
"Please don't listen to her." Your sister, finally broken from her moment of stupefaction, scrambled towards you with her bucket--shielding you from Taehyung's view as if that could protect you from the wrath of a God. "She's dumb but she means no harm. I--I can't lose her too."
"She is not dead, she is just married. There is a difference, Amelia." You didn't turn to face her; instead you just pried at the ivy and fished a wet rag from the depths of your bucket to douse the sill.
"To a murderer." She whispered.
Taehyung, ignoring her, stepped towards the pair of you. He sidestepped your sister, despite the way her eyes followed him around the room. Instead, his gaze was rooted to you, scanning your form for any sign that he should keep you breathing. "Quite plain for royalty." He murmured, admiring the strength to your back.
You raised an eyebrow over your shoulder, almost appearing to be surprised by his proximity. "I am not the princess--she is. But if it pleases you to know, you are quite ugly for a God." There was some sort of darkness fading from your eyes, but it was quickly replaced with an amusement that captured his interest. Perhaps you were loud, but at least you weren't boring.
"I've decided that I shall keep you alive--for now." He smirked.
Summary ; Jungkook, or also known as J97, was one of the many time travelers that were paid for un-doing mistakes their clients have made in the past. One day, he was threatened to do a task by Mr Kim, one of the most infamous mafia leaders out there in Seoul. That task, was to kill you. His life was at stake, so surely, that would be the right thing to do. Right?
Genre ; Angst, Romance, Smut
Word Count ; 226 words
Pairing ; Jungkook x Reader
A/N ; Wanted to get this up as soon as possible ,, so it’s abit sloppy please excuse me :-) This is a preview so it’s short ! Admin Rat ❦
Jungkook froze.
He felt his legs weakening beneath him, and his arms going limp. His bottom lip trembled as he took in the sight of you. You were unconscious, bounded to the chair with rope so thick it would take a chainsaw to cut through the rope. He limped towards you, his right leg still bleeding profusely from the gunshot.
Jungkook let out a cry, picking your face up with his hands and seeing your busted lip and scarred cheek. He also noticed the dried-up tear streaks on your cheeks, which broke his heart even more. He heard someone clearing his throat behind him,
“Looks like you’ve found her,” Mr Kim chuckled, cocking the hammer on his gun.
“Let her go!” Jungkook screamed, blocking you as a way of guarding you.
Mr Kim scoffed. He tossed the gun towards Jungkook, who caught it and immediately aimed it at Mr Kim. Mr Kim raised an eyebrow, clearly amused at his actions,
“What a bad idea it would be to fire that gun. Fire that gun, and that bitch gets it,” he pointed behind Jungkook towards a man who was aiming his gun at your head.
“What do you want from me?!” Jungkook trembled, his finger tempting to pull the trigger on Mr Kim.
“What I want is simple. Kill Miss Y/N, and I will let you go.”
Summary: Jeon Jungkook’s persistence landed him a place in your heart- although a special spot for him was already there to begin with. He was more than just a pretty face. Not only was he exceptionally skilled in bed, he’d gotten to a point where he lived to spoil you... in more ways than one.
A/N: This is the last chapter of Stay Professional! Quite possible that it’s the most steamy chapter too! Please be aware that this chapter involves explicit smut! NSFW! Derogatory terms, dirty talk, over-sensitivity, spanking.. just full on rough and kinky fucking. Read at your own risk! DomJungkook! x SubReader
You opened your eyes slowly due to the blinding sunlight that pierced through Jungkook’s polished glass windows. You patted around the king-sized mattress, in search of a warm body that’d hugged you all night long. A small smile spread upon your lips at the memories of the passionate love-making the night before.
“Jungkook?” You called out in an unusual nasal morning voice and waited for a response as you stretched and bathed in the morning sunlight.
A quick shuffle of feet trotted from across the hallway and Jungkook immediately made an appearance, an effervescent grin on his radiant face.
“Yes?” He beamed and crouched over your small frame to plant a loving kiss on your forehead.
You couldn’t help but let your grin grow as big as his from the loving actions he’d spoilt you with. You suddenly noticed that you weren’t wearing anything underneath the white sheets so you pulled them up higher above your chest and Jungkook’s grin turned into a smirk.
“You can’t suddenly get shy now, can you?” He licked his lips and briefly brushed them over yours, a quick peck to temporarily satisfy his growing desire to relive last night.
“Don’t tempt me again, sweetheart.” He planted raspberries down your neck and you giggled at the sensation of his soft lips and puffs of air from his cheek. “This time, I really will punish you.”
You raised an eyebrow at his cocky attitude and Jungkook merely kissed it.
“Are you hungry?” He asked as he started to rummage through some of his clothes in search of something comfortable for you to wear.
“A little bit, yeah.” You hummed and stared out of the glass windows to fully admire the gorgeous view Jungkook woke up to every morning. A forest of tall skyscrapers painted the scenery in beautiful gradients of greys and whites and really accentuated and aestheticised the ‘rich’ part of town.
“This is such a beautiful view. It’s picture perfect.” You complimented and Jungkook’s voice grew soft with affection.
“I know..” He smiled whilst never shifting his gaze off your amazed features as he admired your side-profile.
You shifted your gaze from outside the window to catch him staring at you and you couldn’t help but get a little flustered at his cheesiness.
“I was talking about the view outside.”
“I know but I’m talking about my view.” He whistled and gently placed a large white oversized top next to you.
“As much as I love my current sight, I can’t afford to let you catch a cold so please change into that shirt.” He pointed at the comfortable looking shirt and made his way out the door to leave you with some privacy.
Jungkook’s ears perked up at the sound of the shuffle of your feet down his rather long hallway towards the kitchen. He stood across the counter with a freshly brewed cup of coffee in his hand.
“Good morning.” He hummed and took a small sip of his daily caffeine intake. Jungkook immediately beamed at the sight of you in one of his t-shirts.
The oversized design made the shirt look even bigger on your small frame and the soft cloth barely managed to stay on your small width of shoulders. He licked his lips at the sight of your visible collarbones and noticed the traces of pinks down your neck from the night before.
“Good morning~” You whistled innocently and reached for the other cup of coffee placed on the counter.
“Do you have work today?”
“Actually no, I don’t. I took today off to spend some time with you.” His smile grew past his ears as he stealthily wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body closer to his. Coincidentally, he’d trapped you between the counter and his masculine body.
“Are you sure you’re allowed to do that?” You had a raised eyebrow but the happy smile on your face clearly indicated the joy from Jungkook’s decision to take the day off.
“It doesn’t matter.. I need to spend more time with you before I lose my composure again.” He kissed your forehead and you wrapped your arms around him in return as you nuzzled up into his neck with a giggle.
“And speaking of losing myself- we need to talk about last night.” He pulled you away from his warm chest and you looked up at him with an innocent gaze.
“What about last night?” You simply smiled at him and Jungkook scoffed at your attempt to override the obvious elephant in the room.
“Baby girl, please. I made it clear to you that I was going to take things slow between us because I really don’t want to mess this up..” He ran his hand through your hair and pat some strands into place.
“You being uncooperative isn’t going to help my urges.” He lectured and frowned at you, his tone had sounded a little lower to evoke a more serious atmosphere within the room.
“Your urges?” You purred and leaned in on his chest to listen to the quickened pace of his heart. Jungkook managed to quickly peel your away from him again and held onto your wrists this time.
“We both know what I’m talking about. Last night was my mistake, I’m really sorry. I couldn’t hold myself back but please don’t misunderstand.. I’m completely serious about you. You’re too special to me and I don’t want you to think that you’re only here for the sex.” Jungkook’s voice sounded incredibly smooth as the grip on your wrists softened.
“Jungkook.” You held onto his hand and intertwined your fingers with his. “Last night wasn’t your mistake. To begin with, it wasn’t a mistake at all. You have no idea how long I’d waited for you to make a move... and since you were being such a stubborn and proper gentleman, I couldn’t resist my urges anymore.”
You could see the uncertainty on his face as he chewed on his bottom lip.
“I don’t want you to hold back.” You admitted. “I’ve had enough of fantasising about you. I know on your behalf that you’re trying to take things slow to prove a point but..”
“I’m only hesitant because I really don’t want to do anything that could potentially mess things up between us.” He interrupted and suddenly hoisted you up the kitchen counter with ease. You sat on the cold marble counter with legs swaying like a child and spread them a little so Jungkook’s body could fit in between.
He closed the gap between your bodies and you wrapped your bare legs around Jungkook’s back. A small sigh of relief escaped from Jungkook’s lips as you tightened the intimate embrace.
“Trust me, you’re doing more damage by not letting me fulfill my desires.” You whispered sweetly into his ear and you could feel the vibrations of his chest as he laughed.
“It was the same pain for me, okay. You have no idea how many crazy fantasies I had of you... and one actually involves this very counter.” He murmured in between suggestive yet gentle kisses down your neck.
“I’m more than happy to grant your wish.” You encouraged and spread your legs wider to provide him with more access to close the gap between your excited bodies.
“Was I too rough last night?” He stopped to ask in a concerned tone and you groaned at the lack of contact of his soft lips. “Jungkook..” You ran your hand down his upper-body and your finger hooked onto his shirt revealed a hint of his toned chest. “Less talking, more kissing.” You pleaded and Jungkook quickly got the idea of the way you liked it in bed.
“I can’t believe I agreed to this.” You grumbled and Jungkook looked a little confused at your rather sour behaviour.
He sat from across the table, decked out in one of his finest Giorgio Armani suits. His hair was neatly parted to the side and gelled to perfection. A thin black tie sat around his neck and the matching black skinny-fit suit jacket enhanced his chiseled jaw and ridiculously handsome features.
The dimly lit candle lights and the soothing hums from an orchestra further intensified the romantic atmosphere. You’d finally allowed Jungkook to pick a place for dinner- any place he wanted, this time. And of course, it’d have to be a Michelin star restaurant that overlooked the festive night-life of Seoul.
“Sweetheart, why are you in such a bad mood?” He lovingly rubbed your knee over your floor-length gown and your bit your lip with nausea.
“I feel really out of place.. As much as I appreciate you taking me out to indulge in these luxuries... It kind of adds to my discomfort in a way.” You swirled the golden Champagne with a small twist of your wrist and watched as the bubbles danced within the glass.
“I just don’t like being reminded of how much I don’t deserve you.” You spat out and placed the glass back down on the silk tablecloth. Jungkook raised an eyebrow in confusion and asked for you to continue. “What do you mean, Y/N?”
“I don’t want to be constantly reminded of the gap in our social status and I hate being bombarded with the thoughts that perhaps, you deserve someone so much more.. you know.. someone much more powerful or even...wealthy..”
Jungkook looked taken aback. His lips were parted slightly and both eyebrows were raised at his realisation.
“So this was the reason?” He muttered under his breath as he finally put together all the puzzle pieces. “This was why you were so hesitant on me taking you out?” Jungkook asked as he reached for your hands.
“I know it’s selfish and hard to comprehend... but--”
“--Y/N.” He interrupted in a stern voice. Despite his gentle expression, his low voice sounded suddenly very intimidating.
“I’m going to make this very clear to you right now.” His serious stare made you shift your gaze frantically to anything that wasn’t his piercing eyes.
“I could not care less about the difference regarding our social status. I don’t care if you’re poor, I don’t care if you’re a billionaire. But I do care about how you see yourself around me. I’m not comfortable with the idea of you thinking lowly of yourself. I’m not going to sit here and let you see yourself as anything less than the most beautiful and forgiving individual I see you as.”
Jungkook took in a deep breath. “So please, don’t think that wealth is a problematic factor because it definitely isn’t. Y/N, wealth can’t possibly teach me the lessons I’ve learned from you.” He soothingly grazed his fingers over the back of your hand.
“Before, I’d often brooded over all my problems alone and I was too scared to open up to anyone but your warmth changed that. I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling these ecstatic and addicting emotions. Arguably, if I was being completely honest here with you-- I don’t think I deserve someone nearly as beautiful and forgiving as you.”
It was almost as if Jungkook knew what you’d been wanting to hear this whole time regarding the issue about his social status in comparison to yours.
“No stop! That’s not true Jungkook. Please don’t think that. You’ve changed --” You interrupted and tightened your grasp on his hand.
“-- I have thanks to you but one trait that hasn’t is my persistence.” Jungkook’s comely smile was too radiant.
“Please allow me to be selfish and let me ask you to stay by my side.” Jungkook brought out a dark navy velvet box from within his suit jacket. He opened the box and inside was a gorgeous pair of Swarovski crystal earrings.
Your lips parted at the sight and you find it difficult to articulate a response.
“You don’t like them?” Jungkook chuckled and pushed the jewellery closer to you.
“That’s not it no! They’re... so beautiful but...I can’t possibly accept this.” You admired as you feasted your eyes on the expensive earrings.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. I personally picked them out to match your dress for this evening.”
“Jungkook these are the most beautiful earrings I’ve ever seen but I really can’t. You’ve already done so much for me and I don’t want to feel like I’m a burden on you or anything--” You pushed the box away from you with a muted smile.
“--Baby girl,” Jungkook’s call sounded borderline angry as his voice had grown deeper than before. Yet, there was an irresistible sultry twist in the way he spoke.
“You should get used to this. I’m allowed to spoil you however I want, got it?” He muttered in a dangerously low tone and you couldn’t help but clench your thighs together at the sexy sound.
“This is too much though.. You’re already paying for everything tonight and--” You insisted and Jungkook just clicked his tongue to shut you up. At that point, it was obvious that Jungkook had become a little angry.
“It’s going in the bin if you’re going to be so stubborn about this.” Jungkook threatened and closed the box before you reached over to stop him. You knew that he was being completely serious.
“No! I’m sorry. Please don’t throw it away.” You protested and Jungkook’s deeply knitted brows softened.
“I want to spoil you.. don’t think too much about these things and please just enjoy it. I have every right to treat you and remind you of just how lucky I am to have you.” You interrupted Jungkook’s sigh by leaning over the table to plant an unexpected small peck on his lips.
“Thank you.” You couldn’t help but smile at his dulcet confession.
Throughout the dinner, Jungkook’s gaze stayed fixed on your glamorous appearance. It was rare for you to dress-up since.. to be fair, you never really owned anything expensive. The evening Jungkook planned covered for your evening gown and professional make-up just so he could take you out to this restaurant.
You were wearing a floor-length dress that was the most magnificent shade of dark blue. It had beautiful ‘star like’ gem embroidery at the hems that made the dress look like the twinkling night sky.
“Since you’re my lover, I have every right to spoil you and treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”
“May I come in?” You gently knocked on Jungkook’s office door.
Jungkook’s head immediately looked up and his face brightened at the sight of you. “Of course, Y/N. This is a surprise,” Jungkook said through an airy chuckle, “Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“I can’t concentrate because all I can think of is how good you can make me feel..” You purred and strutted over close to Jungkook.
He could sense the desire in your voice and see the lust in your eyes. He knew immediately why you were here and the thought made his heart skip.
Boldly, you sat yourself on Jungkook’s work desk, your skirt suddenly hitched much shorter-- a delicious view of your legs for Jungkook’s eyes.
“Are you really busy?” you asked as you started to thread your fingers through his noir locks. Jungkook smirked at your suggestive behaviour and admired your bravery.
“Well.. I am but I guess it’ll have to wait..” Jungkook whispered into your ear as the distance between your faces slowly diminished.
You soon locked lips with him and you couldn’t help but melt under his touch. Jungkook stealthily wedged himself right in between your legs and worked his tongue with skill to further excite your lustful state.
Jungkook broke the heated kiss. “Aren’t you afraid we’ll get caught?”
“I don’t work here anymore so it’s fine.. plus, you’re the big boss here so why should you care.” You slurred suggestively and fiddled with the tie that sat tight around his neck.
Jungkook gently grabbed on your hands to stop you from loosening his tie. “You’re right, sweetheart.” His expression changed into an attractive and lustful one.
“Since I am the boss here, be a good girl and listen to my instructions.” He whispered harshly into your ear and it sent shivers down your spine. “I have to at least make sure my appearance stays professional today so no touching.” He cockily smirked as you frowned at his words. Regardless, you listened to him.
“Of course~” You sung in an innocent voice that drove Jungkook’s testosterone levels off the roof.
“Spread your legs for me.” He hummed as he began to unzip your skirt. Jungkook slid down your panties that were already soaked with your juices. His tongue immediately circled around your clit as his long fingers pumped in and out of you at a fast rate.
Jungkook was a fast learner-- so he picked up on how to pleasure you so quickly. A minor orgasm made your body tremble in pleasure but the two of you were interrupted by a loud knock on Jungkook’s door. Jungkook’s eyes immediately widened and your mouth dropped open in panic.
“It’s Jimin here.” Your boss’s voice sounded muffled through Jungkook’s mahogany door.
Jungkook quickly mouthed some instructions for you to get underneath his table and thus hide from Jimin. You quickly obliged and curled up into a small ball under Jungkook’s desk. The two of you were so lucky his desk was a work station and so you were successfully hidden due to the plank of wood that decorated the front of the table.
“It’s good to see you’re actually doing your job.” Jimin appeared from behind the door with a handsome smirk that creased his loveable crescent shaped eyes.
“Well.. what can I say,” Jungkook nervously blabbered out and rubbed the back of his head, which was something he did only when he was extremely anxious.
You could feel the sweat form on your forehead due to the excitement of the situation. Jungkook’s anxious facial expression added to your mischievous intentions. You were in control and he was the one that was going to be squirming. And the thought of that had your stomach churning with arousal once again.
Jimin sat himself down on the couch a couple of meters away from Jungkook’s desk. You heard a small curse escape Jungkook’s lips and you could hardly hold back a giggle.
“Why are you here?” Jungkook asked with a forced smile and Jimin raised an eyebrow in response.
“I’m going to cut to the chase here-- that’s how I’ve always been.” He coughed and you stealthily slid your hand up Jungkook’s thigh at a painfully slow rate.
You’d forced yourself to press your lips together incase a giggle escaped. You couldn’t help but exhale silently to calm down your excitement after seeing Jungkook flinch from your hand stroking up his thigh.
“Of course.” Jungkook nodded and fixed his gaze on the paperwork on his desk. It took him every ounce of energy to hold back his excited grunt and he couldn’t help but look a little uncomfortable.
“I’m just here to say I’m glad you’re back to normal.” Jimin quickly muttered under his breath.
It was rare for Jimin to be so soft.. especially on Jungkook so he didn’t know how to react tohus unusual statement so he just swallowed loudly.
You’d decided to start slowly start massaging his tense thigh and Jungkook poked his tongue through his cheek- a sexy symbol of his annoyance.
“I mean-- thank god you’re back to normal. Your reports are actually readable now.” Jimin coughed and crossed his leg due to his nerves.
“Uhh.. thanks hyung. It’s only because I sorted things out with Y/N!” Jungkook’s voice suddenly raised mid sentence from the sensation of you suddenly palming his hard length through his boxers. Jimin looked terribly confused at Jungkook’s weird behaviour.
“Yeah I realised... speaking of Y/N, has she contacted you? She left work early today because she wasn’t feeling well.”
Jungkook’s gaze quickly shifted to you hiding underneath his desk. You quirked up a brow and placed a finger over your lips, a mischievous smile poking through.
“Oh..” He acted surprised. “I’ll make sure to check up on her.” Jungkook smiled through trembling lips as your finger that was hooked onto his boxer started to trail down his legs. You teasingly undressed him of his boxers and admired Jungkook’s clenched jaw from underneath.
“Are you alright?” Jimin asked in a suspicious tone.
“I-I’m fine.” Jungkook exhaled loudly as you managed to free his hardness from the confinements of his boxers.
“Are you sure..? Your face looks a little red.” Jimin commented and squinted his eyes in disbelief.
“Yeah don’t worry about it.. I might’ve caught the cold from Y/N.” He lied and out of the blue, yanked on your hair to get you to stop. You couldn’t help but let out a small noise of disapproval but his action just turned you on even more.
As revenge, you stroked his throbbing length at an insanely slow pace and Jungkook coughed loudly in response to hold back a grunt. He’d been hard for so long it was getting really painful for him.
“You have to take care of yourself, Jungkook.” Jimin’s curious stare lingered on Jungkook’s face.
“I will, hyung. Thanks for caring.” Jungkook chuckled nervously and kept his replies short and sweet-- to quickly end the conversation.
“On a side note..” Jimin continued and Jungkook’s breath hitched again as your hand developed a tight grip around his cock. “There’s a get-together over in the US with all the stock-holders for your company. It’d be a good chance for you to expand your professional networks. What do you think?”
You started to jerk him off very slowly. “T-that sounds good. It also gives me a breather and some time t--”. Jungkook stopped mid-sentence to fully indulge in your quickened pace.
“It gives me some time to think about how I can improve my performance.” Jungkook lied completely and that one was way too obvious. He’d never actually spoken like that to Jimin before.
You slowed down your hand that was jerking him off and also softened the tight grip. You continued the slow pace with one hand and with the other hand, you couldn’t help but touch yourself briefly as the situation was just too thrilling.
There was nothing you wanted more than to be fucked so hard, roughly like two animals in heat.
You were soaked once again and you collected your warm juices that endlessly dripped down. Jungkook gulped and was given the time to think from your slowed pace. Jimin couldn’t help but wonder what in the world was wrong with Jungkook, though.
“Alright...” Jimin raised an eyebrow again. “Do you want me to book your flight... then?”
With the hand that you’d touched yourself with, you swapped hands so that your warm juices were transferred onto his cock and you watched it clench immediately. Jungkook knew exactly what the wetness was and he clicked his tongue loudly as he was beyond tempted to kick away the table and fuck you senseless.
“Sorry I have a migraine right now and it’s really painful.” Jungkook lied once again as his hips automatically started to thrust into your hand.
“I’ll go to the meeting don’t worry. Will you be coming with me?” Jungkook asked while placing his hand over yours to speed up the pace.
You admired the sight of his hard member coated in your slick juices and the view had you hungry to taste him. The air grew musky with the smell of sex but that didn’t stop Jungkook from thrusting into your hand.
“I will be going yes. I suppose I should leave you to... rest..” Jimin’s eyes suddenly widened at the realisation but thankfully, he got up and walked towards the door with a smirk plastered across his lips.
“Thanks for visiting.” Jungkook could barely hold back from breaking out into a loud moan.
Jimin had his back facing Jungkook when he momentarily stopped at the door. He wasn’t stupid-- his astute mind was beyond bright and his quick witted personality didn’t allow for any lenience.
“Can’t you two at least wait until after office-hours?” Jimin chuckled devilishly before locking and closing the door behind him.
Jungkook immediately let out a frustrated grunt at the fact that Jimin had just caught the two of you and you giggled loudly as you continued to pump his hard length with a tenacious grip. Out of no-where, Jungkook pulled you up from underneath his table so roughly with an unforgivingly tight grip on your wrist.
You stopped pleasuring him as you were forced to stand up and you unraveled from the shrivelled position that allowed you to fit under his table. Your knees were suddenly shot with stings of pain as the hiding position previously made you kneel mercilessly on the floor. The stinging sensation ran up your leg and you struggled to stand up properly.
Jungkook noticed and grasped on your hip to steady your waver. His ruthless smirk grew mercilessly. “You’re really asking to be punished, aren’t you?”
Jungkook let go of your wrist to run his hand tenderly through your hair. It was gentle and therapeutic until his grip suddenly changed. He harshly grasped onto your roots and pushed you down onto the cold tiles.
“Kneel, bitch.”
You cursed as another wave of stings crept up your knees but it seemed to turn you on even more.
“Suck me.” He commanded and loosened his grip on your hair roots. “You’re such a needy slut.. You could’ve waited just a couple more minutes..” He murmured with his head cocked to the side.
You licked your lips hungrily and opened your mouth slowly before Jungkook slammed into it at full force, making you choke from the unexpected roughness. He’d never been this rough with you before. The other times you’d slept with him, when he felt like he got too rough, he’d check with how you were feeling but this time-- he was really rough.. But he could tell you were really enjoying it from the way your tongue wrapped itself around his throbbing length despite sputtering for air.
“Suck me harder.” He whispered harshly and used his large hand to guide your head’s movement as you hollowed your cheeks ever more than before.
Jungkook continued to thrust into your mouth at a fast and unforgiving pace. Each time, he’d hit the back of your throat causing you to gag in response and he loved the sight-- you on your knees with drool down your chin as your eyes screamed at Jungkook to slow down. He could practically see the wet pool that developed on the floor due to your overwhelming excitement in between your legs.
He pulled out quickly and admired the quick heaving of your chest as you inhaled quick, sharp breaths to take in much needed oxygen. He yanked on your hair and pushed your head back so you were forced to face him with an erotic expression that pushed all of Jungkook’s buttons.
“Do you like sucking me off?” He asked with a lob-sided smirk.
“Yes Daddy.. I love it so much.” You murmured and the new kink seemed to push Jungkook beyond his limits. His smirk grew wider with confidence at the sound of his new title because he fucking loved the sound of it.
“What did you just call me?” He bit on his bottom lip so hard in satisfaction it looked as though it’d start bleeding.
“Daddy~” You purred as you licked his sensitive tip and Jungkook could only shudder in response to your bold and new kink. Previously, when the two of you involved yourselves in dominant and submissive role plays, you’d always refer to him as ‘Sir’ so when Jungkook heard the new and improved title, he became harder than he’d ever been.
“That’s right sweetheart, know your place. Show daddy how sorry you are for being so impatient..” Jungkook hissed and began to thrust into your mouth again.
“Jimin’s never going to shut up about this..” He scolded and you gagged on his hard cock as he shoved it so far down your throat that it was impossible to not contract around his length. Jungkook sighed with content as tears continued to stream down your face.
“Look at you..” He admired his view of you, completely submitting to his dominance. “What a dirty slut you are.”
You tapped on his tense thighs to let him know the burning sensation in your lungs were becoming unbearable. Jungkook pulled out of you mouth and stared at the way your saliva dripped from the tip.
“I’m... only a dirty slut for you.. Daddy..” You muttered in between catching your breath as you wiped away the saliva that dribbled down your chin. Jungkook couldn’t get enough of his sight.
“Yes but you need to control yourself.” He lectured and signalled for you to get up from the floor. You weakly stood up and clung onto his masculine body for support as your knees were in shocking pain.
With a swift and rough movement, Jungkook twisted you around and pinned you down onto his work desk. You cheeks were pressed up against his papers and your arousal grew even more intense from the sound of his belt he picked up from the floor.
Jungkook maintained a strong grip on both of your wrists that were pressed into your back. He used one hand to keep them in place as you tried to wriggle free and occupied his other hand with his belt. Before you could protest at his tight grip, a sharp sting ripped through your butt-cheek and you screamed loudly at the painful yet exciting sensation.
Jungkook smoothened his large and cooling hand over the spot he’d just whipped.
“That’s right, scream for me. Let everyone know that you’re being punished here for being such a needy and impatient slut.” Jungkook bent down to whisper the dirtiest profanities into your ear and it further intensified your desire to be fucked by him.
His wrist danced in repetitive motions as he continued to whip you with his black leather belt. Your moans grew even louder than before and it became obvious of what was happening in Jungkook’s office.
But at that point, you couldn’t care less. You were in no condition to think straight because all you could concentrate on was the juxtaposition of the burning feeling from his belt and the cooling sensation from Jungkook’s soothing rubs.
“Daddy I’m sorry..” Your muffled cries were barely audible over the sound of leather slamming onto your skin.
“Are you really sorry?” Jungkook stopped and leaned back down to indulge in your small whimpers.
“Y-Yes.. I’m so sorry daddy..” You moaned at the sensation of Jungkook leaving blossoms of pink and red galaxies down your back and torso.
“Please hurry daddy.. I learnt my lesson.. but right now I can’t wait any longer to be fucked by you.” You pleaded with tears that streamed down onto his paperwork and Jungkook also couldn’t wait any longer. It was becoming all too painful for him.
Jungkook let go of your wrists and flipped you over so that you laid on your back. He ripped open your white blouse with full force and a couple of buttons became unattached to the shirt due to the violent stretch. He stealthily undressed you of your blouse and freed your breasts so he could watch them dance as he rammed into you.
Before you could even process his fast hands, the next thing you felt was a crash of his teeth as he passionately dominated the kiss by overpowering your tongue. Jungkook kissed you while he trailed his hands down to once again meet your drenched core.
He mercilessly rubbed on your sensitive clitoris with his thumb as his three fingers plummeted in and out of your slickness. Before you knew it, another orgasm hit and you moaned at the intense pleasure and also the pain from the sensitivity.
Jungkook then rubbed his hard girth against your wet folds and you bit your lip in frustration.
“Please d-daddy.. slow down.. the sensitivity is killing me.” You whimpered and Jungkook smirked at your request, suddenly shoving his whole length in one swift snap of his hips.
Jungkook slammed his hips into yours so quickly and pulled out even quicker-- he then again slammed back into your dripping heat without giving you any time for you to adjust to his impressive size. He pumped into you so roughly that your breasts danced back and forth in time with the table. Jungkook stared in amazement at the sight of your bouncing breasts and gave in to the loud and high-pitched screams that escaped your lips.
“Daddy!” You screamed loudly. You tried to slow down his mind-boggling pace by pushing on his chest but it was useless. Another orgasm began to build up within your body as Jungkook nailed to hit all your sweet spots inside.
“Isn’t this what you wanted, kitten?” He hummed and you opened your eyes to admire his face drenched with sweat from the fast speed.
“You were begging and asking me to fuck you so hard before so why are you telling me to stop now?” Jungkook chuckled and you could only whimper beneath his drilling hips. You were sure that there would be bruises tomorrow but the pleasure was too heavenly to think about anything else.
“You’d been begging to cum right? Well I’ll make you cum until you can’t fucking walk.” Jungkook threatened through his rough panting and softly bit on your ear.
“Mmm! ‘m about to cum again..” You moaned and Jungkook continued to slam in and out of your entrance. Your walls began to contract around his throbbing length once again and Jungkook couldn’t hold himself back this time.
You clamped down on his cock so hard it was hard for Jungkook to pump into you at a fast rate. “Fuck!” He cursed and roughly bit down on your shoulder to quiet his grunts. “You’re so fucking tight I’m losing my mind.” Jungkook complimented and thrusted into you even deeper than before.
With a skilful thrust, Jungkook had you unravelling underneath him for the 3rd time. Jungkook lost himself in your warmth and heat gripping his member that he released his seed within you as he let out a string of curses.
Your chests heaved heavily and until Jungkook fully got his breath back, he stayed on top of you- resting his head in between the crook of your neck. He pulled out his softening member and watched as the sinful combination of your juices trailed down onto his paperwork.
He diligently collected the mixture that continued to flow out of you with his sensitive tip and thrusted it back into your throbbing pussy. You whimpered due to the overwhelming sensitivity and a long curse filled the atmosphere.
“It’s not over yet.” He panted and slowly shoved his fingers back into your cum-filled pussy.
“D-daddy p...please... I can’t anymore..” You could barely articulate your words as you felt completely overwhelmed from the painful sensitivity. It felt as though you were about to black out from the intense orgasms he’d provided you with.
“Sweetheart, you asked for this... daddy’s going to keep fucking you since you’ve been such a needy bitch.” He increased the speed of his fingers and all you could do was try to even out your breathing before another wave of pleasure started to coil within your body. He bent his fingers in all the correct spots so you were bound to be a moaning mess once again.
“Can you hear how wet you are?” Jungkook questioned and you could barely hear anything because your ears had started to violently ring.
He took out his fingers from within your squelching heat then trailed kisses from down your stomach to your core. His tongue skilfully flicked your overly-sensitive nub and you tried to wriggle your hips away in pain but his hands held your hips down in place. He lapped up some juices but made sure to not lick you clean. Suddenly, Jungkook inserted 3 of his digits up to his knuckle into your pussy and began to draw circles over your clit with his tongue.
“Fuck!” You screamed out as your heartbeat became dangerously fast. He’d made you cum again through the use of his mouth and fingers. You couldn’t help but let your tears stream down due to the intense pleasure and pain.
“Look at the mess you made.” Jungkook snickered and shoved the sinful combination up your fucked out pussy. “You better keep my cum inside you, Y/N.” He removed his face from your womanhood to place a gentle kiss to your lips.
He awed at your completely fucked out and tired expression temporarily before breaking out of his ‘daddy’ persona.
“How am I going to explain these stains on my paperwork?” Jungkook teased and you still had your eyes closed in exhaustion. Jungkook lovingly kissed your forehead and your unresponsive state was starting to freak him out.
“Y/N? Are you still alive?” He pulled you up from his desk and sat you up so that you could lean against his firm chest. He hugged you gently and pressed soft kisses down your neck.
“I..I loved.. that.” Your hiccuped as some tears still streamed down your face. Jungkook chuckled and blew raspberries across your collarbones as you weakly hugged him back. “T..that was so intense... I feel like.. I’m about to faint.” You giggled and Jungkook planted another loving kiss on your forehead.
“That’s what you get for being so impatient, sweetheart.” He smirked and pecked your swollen lips.
“So much for staying professional~” You joked and Jungkook rested his head upon your shoulder.
“You’re right. The whole office is going to tease me so much now.” Jungkook chuckled and ran his fingers through your hair to tranquillise your sensitive state.
“Let’s run away together.” You could hear him grinning up to his cheeks. “We’ll run away into the country side and we can live together on a farm with no one else there to bother us.. We can be as loud as we want and we definitely wouldn’t need to stay professional.”
Your hazy state allowed you to only giggle at his bewildering suggestion as you started to fall asleep, sat up on his chest. You could hear soft sounds of shuffling due to Jungkook putting on his boxers. “That sounds like a dream..” You mumbled as you started to drift off to sleep.
Jungkook struggled to dress you back into your work clothes as your half-conscious state made it incredibly difficult. He realised then that he probably shouldn’t have ripped your blouse off you but the action was so sexy, you didn’t mind. It took him some time to flimsily dress you again but he somehow managed despite you falling asleep on him completely half way.
Jungkook pulled you into his body and effortlessly lifted you up bridal style. He carried you over to the couch from across his desk and placed you down gently upon the leather sofa. You were in a deep sleep at that point due to the exhaustion and tiredness.
He took off his suit jacket and used it as a blanket to cover your upper body. Jungkook crouched down to linger his gaze over your peaceful features before planting a soft kiss on your nose.
“I really hope that dream comes true..” Jungkook’s soft whisper grazed over cheeks as he kissed your cheek another time. He couldn’t resist keeping his lips off you since you were so irresistibly cute to him.
That was the final chapter of Stay Professional! 😁 There’s a couple of things I’d like to say here so I’d really appreciate it if you were kind enough to stay and read my thanks. 💖
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Summary: Jungkook comes home and decides to have a little conversation with a certain little someone
Word Count: 1581
Another day of work had come and gone and Jungkook found himself arriving back to the comfort of home. With fatigued limbs and a body drenched with sweat, he was ready for a nice warm shower and a night’s worth of sleep all with the added bonus of cuddling with you and the newest upcoming addition to the family, Mini McCree.
...If it was up to you, you wouldn’t have named your fetus Mini McCree but Jungkook was just so insistent and you couldn’t resist the use of his rare aegyo, so you gave in.
Mini McCree it was.
It was half past eight and he expected you to probably be in bed reading or in the kitchen looking for food trying to appease your frequent cravings. He fumbled with the knob, quickly punching in the passcode, then opened the door wide open and rushed in happy to finally be home,
Jungkook slipped his shoes off and placed his bag in the usual spot by the entrance, “Jagiya! I’m ba...”
As he walked into the living room, he adjusted the rounded spectacles that sat on his nose and softly gasped at the sight before him. To him, it was breathtaking. You were asleep on the couch laying on your side softly snoring. The rays of the moonlight gracefully framed your face and your hair cascaded down the side of your cheek falling in such a whimsical manner. The blankets that were covering you before seemed to have slipped and were now half way off your body and on the floor leaving your clothed belly exposed.
In a few large strides, Jungkook was already at your side. He debated whether or not to wake you being as the sofa probably wasn’t the best place to have an eight-month pregnant woman sleep. But he decided to let you remain for at least a few moments just so that he could admire the beautiful scene in front of him....that and he was absolutely petrified of you when you get disturbed during your slumber.
A small smile crept up the edges of his lips as he took a seat on the floor in between the couch and the coffee table. Carefully, he brushed away the strands of hair that fell in front of your face and instantaneously started to hum some random lullaby. Humming to you was a habit that Jungkook grew after you kept asking him to sing you to sleep, but nowadays he his sweet lullabies wasn't really meant just for you. They were meant for the little one in your womb too.
Jungkook moved his hand away from your hair and placed it ever so cautiously on the protruding dome that was currently your abdomen,
“Hey, there little fella.” He scooted over a bit so that he was now eye level with your stomach, “How’s my Mini McCree doing? Are you comfy in there?”
His hand glided over your womb waiting for any type of response. A small pout quickly formed on Jungkook’s face after seconds of feeling nothing. Ever since Mini McCree started to stir around and kick inside of your belly, Jungkook had never been present. And whenever Jungkook was there, your baby wouldn’t move in the slightest. You’d always talk about the way your baby was so active and how many times he’d kick around in your tummy, and it always got Jungkook a little jealous. It was as if he wasn’t too fond of his father...and he wasn’t even born yet.
Jungkook could tell that Mini McCree was already a true Mama’s boy.
Softly, Jungkook began to whisper to his child once again, “I know you’re in there. Don’t you wanna kick around for me or something? Pretty please?”
To no surprise, nothing happened, and Jungkook quickly admitted defeat knowing that all his attempts in trying to witness his unborn baby move would be futile,
“You’re really not gonna move for me, are you? Well fine then, you little twerp. But just so you know, once you come out, you better be ready for all the tickle attacks.”
You let out a small grunt that startled Jungkook. With wary eyes, he looked to you to see if he had accidentally woken you up, but he was glad to see that you were still fast asleep. Good thing you were quite the deep sleeper.
He brought up a finger to his mouth and whispered, “Looks like we’ll have to talk more quietly or else we’ll wake Mama up. You don’t know it yet, but she gets really scary when she’s grumpy...trust me.”
Suddenly a small bump on the side of your stomach poked out for only a sliver of a second. Jungkook’s eyes widened with awe and he was even more startled than when you had grunted just a few moments before. Mini McCree had moved...in front of Jungkook! His eyes lit up and a wide smile took hold on his face. It was something he’d been waiting for for months to witness. He almost couldn’t believe it.
“M-McCree...y-you moved....you moved!” Again, you stirred in your sleep as Jungkook excitedly shouted. Quickly he reverted to his hushed whispers, “You finally moved for me... Is it because I mention your Mama?”
Another small lump formed somewhere else on your stomach. It was in the shape of a small foot and Jungkook could have sworn he could even make out the teensy little toes,
“You really are a Mama’s boy, are you? Well, that’s a good thing since I could practically talk about her all day. You know, when I first saw your mom, it was so amazing... Although, nothing really spectacular happened. It was at a normal fansign a long time ago and I meet many fans, but something about your mom...as I said nothing spectacular happened, but she was spectacular...and still is. You should’ve seen how smoooooth I was. She handed me her album, and you know what I did?” He moved his head closer, “I wrote my Kakao in it. Yup, I’m reeeeal smooth, aren’t I? Although, when the managers found out about it, they really did freak out...and I almost got my phone taken away....but in the end, it was all worth it because look at me now. I’m here with you and your Mama.”
Just like that, a burst of kicks emerged and the small child within you seemed to break out in a stir,
“Woah, woah there little fella,” Jungkook placed his palm over the re-emerging bumps on your stomach, “Calm down. You’re gonna wake up your mom, and weren’t you listening to me before? I’m telling you, she really gets scary. Even scarier than your Uncle Yoongi, and I didn’t even know that was possible until I met your Mama. One time she was taking a nap on this very couch, but I didn’t know so I started to vacuum in the other room... I guess it was loud enough to wake her, and she came in stomping with fumes practically coming out of her ears! You should’ve seen her. Her eyes were bloodshot, her fists were clenched so tightly that she could’ve shattered a rock with her grip... I’ve never seen a person so livid before... Not only that, but she confiscated the vacuum too! My vacuum! She told me...”
“You already sucked up half of the fruit fly population.”
Jungkook felt his heart stop as the sound of your stone cold, raspy sleep voice made way to his ear drums,
“J-J-Jagiya...ha...haha....ha...I-I’m home.....”
You shifted into a sitting position letting the blanket completely fall to the floor, you couldn’t care less anyway. Your slumber had been disrupted. Your gaze was so sharp that he felt it shooting straight through his soul. Amongst his hyungs, he was the one who went to the gym the most, but even then he was still terrified of half-asleep Y/N. He braced himself for the onslaught of annoyed yells and banters, and you were ready to give them, but your little one began to stir once again in your womb,
“See, McCree....I told you Mama’s scary...”
“Ya,” You nudged Jungkook’s shoulder with your fist, “Don’t lie to the baby.”
“I wasn’t lying... I was...” Your intimidating stare caused Jungkook to hesitate with his words, “...I was just...uh...”
All of your annoyance and irritation seemed to melt away as soon as you saw how flustered he had become. You had always found it adorable, and you especially loved the reaction you’d get when you pecked him on the cheek when he least expected it. Just like right now,
You got up and started to make your way to the refrigerator walking right past your shook boyfriend, “You’re lucky you’re cute, but you also stink. Go wash up, then join us in the kitchen.”
“Kitchen? Aren’t you going to bed? It’s getting late.”
“Well, Mini McCree and I are craving some Double Fudge Brownie Volcano ice cream. And I believe you were still busy telling the little one about how spectacular I am.”
Jungkook’s face grew red and his jaw dropped, “Y-You heard that?”
Rarely did you ever get the chance to tease Jungkook, so you weren’t going to ever pass up any opportunity. You walked up to him, ice cream tub and spoon in hand,
“You do realize you suck ass at whispering, right?” Smugly, you smiled as you shoved a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth and Mini McCree continued to stir around, cheering his Mama on.
