Bound by Fate, Chosen by Love || Jungkook x Reader I Werwolf x Witch |Supernatural au || @sweetvoidstuff
Summary : A witch bound by duty. A werewolf bound by instinct. When fate intertwines their paths, they must decide if love is worth defying expectations. Hunters threaten their people, forcing them to fight side by side. As tensions rise, so does the pull between them—soft moments turning into something far more intense. A quiet invitation, a lingering touch, a whispered question that changes everything. In the end, choice matters more than destiny. But with danger still lurking, will they have the chance to choose each other?
A Black Eye & Two Kisses || biker!jungkook x reader | strangers to lovers || @igwb
Summary: you knew life wouldn’t be easy as a woman in a world built by men. you had grown up knowing that it was only a matter of time before you, too, would face that same brutal reality. even as you dreamed of something else—something as simple as independence—you understood how utopian that idea was for a woman in times like these. but who could have known that, sometimes, freedom could come from a man himself? a lost soul, like you, caught in the same struggle, trapped in his own way. a soul that, despite everything, might just understand your pain
Another Time || Jungkook x reader | soulmate au || @jkwrites-m
Summary: When Y/N and Jungkook begin sharing vivid dreams of each other, their connection feels too real to ignore. When tragedy from a past life begins bleeding into the present, they’re forced to unravel the mystery of love, betrayal, and fate.
In love with love (with you) || Jungkook x reader | office!au | coworkers!au | frenemies to lovers | idiots to lovers | kind of childhood friends to lovers || @pantoneyoongi
Summary: you’re a romantic. jungkook? jungkook is not.
Something about you || teacher!JK and researcher!OC | friends au | vacation au | semi slow burn a | romcom-ish vibe || @ahundredtimesover
Summary: You and Jungkook have been friends for a decade. And while he’s the charming and dependable, often reserved boy-next-door, he’s also just been a friend - a constant in your life, a part of a whole, and someone who’s seen all the flawed and probably unattractive sides of you.
A resumption of your friend group’s out-of-town trips has caused you to spend more time with him. And somewhere in between the morning coffee in the forest, running around in the snow, and watching the sunset on a boat, he’s become something more. And you’re not quite sure how to deal with it.
One-shot...
Bridges we almost burned || jungkook x reader || @kooffeecup
Summary: when you see your boyfriend giving ride to the new intern frequently because he thinks it’s convenient, something snaps inside you.
The Grumpy Girlfriend Protection Program || sunshine bf x grumpy gf | office worker! reader x veterinary student! jungkook || @jincapableoflove
Summary: Jeon Jungkook has always been the sunshine in every room; warm, kind, and completely oblivious to danger. Luckily, you, his grumpy, overprotective girlfriend have made it your personal mission to keep him safe. But when the threat shifts to you instead, Jungkook proves that even sunshine can scorch—and for you, he’d burn.
Beneath His Love || Two-Shot | yandere!jungkook x reader || @ctrlsht
Summary: Jeon Jungkook was once just a foreign high school friend until he disappeared without a word after graduation. Years later, he came back, not just to reconnect, but to claim a place in your life as your lover. To everyone else, your relationship is something out of a fairytale, the kind others envy. And for a while, you believed it too until the mask he wore began to slip, revealing a side of him you never saw coming.
Married for 7 days. || bf!Jungkook x gf!Reader || @kooklovee
Summary: Matching rings and a joke—your boyfriend says you're married. What he didn’t expect is for you to play along the whole trip... And the more you pretend...the less it feels like a game.
Higher power || brother's best friend jungkook x reader || @jiminrings
Summary: waiting for jungkook to love again doesn't guarantee you a permanent romantic spot in his life, even if you've been in love with him the longest.
alternatively, you promised yourself to keep confessing to jungkook, your brother's best friend, every year until you turn twenty-eight.
Somehow you || nerd!jungkook x reader || @timelessjk
Summary: he was the quiet one in class. the type who never talked unless called on, who looked at the world from behind thick-rimmed glasses and stayed out of everyone’s way. you? you were the girl everyone knew. the one who never let anyone in. you weren’t looking for connection, and he wasn’t the kind to ask for it. but still… he did. and somehow, it worked.
heajix || alien!jungkook x reader || @httpjeon
Summary: you find yourself on palacios, home to the sehebon. unfortunately, it’s not by choice and you quickly realize how deadly the planet is.
After the bell || illegal boxer Jeon Jungkook x Bookie F!reader || @jeonluvz
Summary: run the books in the backroom—dirty bets, dirty money, dirtier deals. On paper, everything looks clean. But anyone who matters knows better. They think you’re in it for the cash. Only Jungkook knows the truth: you’re not betting on the fight—you’re betting on him. You wear his old jacket like it means something, posted up ringside with that blank stare that makes men nervous. But when he wins, you slip through the back and let him have you however he wants. Because the real score? It ain’t the payout. It’s his name being attached to you.
That kiss || Two-Shot | bestfriend jungkook x reader || @aurora-writesjjk
Summary: two best friends fake-date for a wedding, but one unexpected kiss sparks real feelings, jealousy, and a confession that changes everything.
Black ribbon bride || Two-Shot | Mafia!jungkook x reader | Mafia AU | Dark Romance | Forced Marriage || @youthguk
Summary: “I want this one,”he said, eyes on you like a predator. A marriage sealed in diamonds and blood. You were supposed to hate him, but monsters don’t let go of the things they’ve claimed.
Love me, even if I don’t deserve it || fuckboy jungkook x reader || @dailynnt
Summary: He didn’t believe in love. You wasn’t looking for a one-night stand. But sex became a trap. Feelings a mistake. Jungkook thought he could keep you, even when he kept disappearing whenever he wanted. You stayed, until got tired of waiting. And when you left — he finally understood what losing truly means. He wants you back. Not just your body — your heart. This is a story about passion, pain, and a second chance…
Strawberry sunset || werewolf!jungkook x reader | harry potter au | best friends au || @sunflowercds
Summary: it’s seventh year. your last year at hogwarts! it’s the year for wrapping things up as you begin to make plans for the future… however, you find yourself doing the complete opposite, and your life begins to unravel before your very eyes. oh, how things take a turn for the worst.
alternative summary: tell me, do you believe in right person, wrong time?
Trophy boy || bestfriend!jungkook x reader || @dumpywrites
Summary: Beauty privilege exists, that's why you're selling your hot best friend.
SUMMURY: Pain is pain, it always hits hard. But we are each others hopes for the future. We are each others Azaleas.
Or
At the Azalea Hybrid Rescue Center, Y/n is more than just a volunteer—she's a lifeline for those who've been forgotten. When seven very different hybrids enter her life, each carrying their own scars, mistrust, and stories of mistreatment, a quiet bond begins to form. Through broken trust, difficult healing, and the slow bloom of something deeper, these eight souls must learn to rely on one another. But love is never easy—and their path to a happy ending is anything but simple. Will they find peace, together?
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Emotional, verbal, and implied physical abuse; Neglect and trauma recovery; power imbalance; Emotional manipulation; mentions of captivity and confinement; anxiety and trust issues; graphic violence and threats; slow-burn; emotional healing; polyrelationships; Hybrid/human relationship; smut; minor character deaths; reverse harem
Summary: You have been crushing hard on your hot English professor, Jeon Jungkook for months. When nothing seems to work when you do everything to get his attention, totally fed up and desperate, you decide to go all out: submitting a smutty story for your English project, pouring all your fantasies about him into it.
Pairing: Professor!jungkook x Student!reader
Genre: Smut
Warning: Dirty talk, unprotected sex (DO NOTTTT) degradation, name calling, fingering, spanking, rough sex, smut reading, office sex, dom!jk, sub!oc, student x professor, reader sends Jk a smut report, basically porn but in words.
Word count: 2.4K+
Writer: riri⛓️
Note: this is my first writing omggg. i have absolutely NO experience in writing, i just love to write hahaha. i hope y’all love this. please let me know how you feel about this one shot. please leave your suggestions and do tell me if there’s anything i can do to improve my writing. there’s always a room for improvement. anywayssss i hope you like it haha <33
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You have been lusting after a certain someone for months now.
The cold-hearted English professor, Mr Jeon, had always been the definition of sexy. He is someone who can make ANYONE fold by just one look. He had always been on your mind since the semester began. Always dressed sharply in a suit with a tie and a perfectly kept haircut, his sharp eyes seemed to cut through you whenever you spoke.
As you paced through the hallway, you remind yourself that he has never acknowledged your achievements in class, even when you’ve answered his questions with confidence, or aced another test. Again.
You've been doing everything you could to be noticed by him. Even if it meant giving him looks, yes, not the innocent ones, or dressing on a tight top, hoping, you’ll gain his attention.
You swore you’d do ANYTHING to make him notice you.
And so you did…
You decided to get a little creative with your last project. You know you went too far by writing an erotic article for your English project. The writing was impressive, with your use of descriptive adjectives helping to bring the scenes to life.
And guess what? He did notice the lewd piece of project you submitted. Now that he’s called you to his office, you’re nervous. You’re sure the cold man is going to chastise you for your suggestive writing, but you can’t help but be turned on by just the thought of him.
You pace through the hallway that leads you to his office, with your heart pounding unsure of what kind of reception you’ll get from him. Now it’s either you risk a bad grade, or you take the risk of him being completely disgusted by you. You brace yourself and knock the door before turning the knob.
You peek in through the door, and a pair of cold eyes already welcome you, as you make your way inside the office.
“Sit down.” He said coldly.
You gulp nervously and take a seat, maintaining eye contact with the handsome professor. His strong manly scent invades your senses, and his dark aura makes you you even more nervous, which doesn’t help the situation. He pulls out some papers and places them in front of you as his eye pierce through your soul.
“Miss Y/N. This… this is an analysis of English romanticism. But you know that, don’t you?” He says, pointing at your English ‘project’.
“Sweetheart I’ve been overlooking your shamefull behaviour in my class for far too long, I see that my tolerance is now embolding you.” He adds.
“Mr Jeon I-”
“Let me be VERY clear that is a university, not a strip club. It is wildly inappropriate of you to wear those short skirts to my class and it is even more inappropriate for you to to be spreading your legs during my lecture to demonstrate your ‘lack of undergarments’ to me.” He cut you off, looking pissed, only making your jaw drop in surprise.
“I thought I might be imagining things but then you come in and hand me THIS SMUT for my feedback.” he adds, glaring at you.
“I-It was piece of my creative writing, nothing more, Mr Jeon.” You add, as you gulp nervously, looking at him with the most innocent eyes. He narrows his eyes at you, and exhales heavily.
“You are an audacious little minx, aren’t you?”
Your lips form a thin line as you look down at the floor. “I swear, it was nothing like that, Mr Jeon.”
“Drop the act you little whore!” Jungkook warned as he slowly walks towards you.
“Tell me, what do youi think happens when you tease your professor all this semester? What do you think happens when you spend your eyes glazed over my lecture? Playing with the hem of your skirt, teasing your lips with the tip of your pen as if their inclination is to wrapped around something.” He adds, making his way towards you.
“What do you think that does to me, you naughty little slut? What do you think it makes me imagine doing things to you.” He spoke in a low murmur, brushing away a strand of hair from your face.
“N-nothing.” You replied, biting on your lower lip, continuing to avoid eye contact with him.
“NO REALLY, TELL ME. I am your English professor, sweetheart. And we use words here. BIG DESCRIPTIVE WORDS, full of imagery.” He orders, as he kept his gaze on you. “And look at me when i talk to you, slut!”
Your eyes nervously find the way to his as you reply in a soft murmur. “That you’d want to fuck me…?”
Your reply only makes him chuckle mockingly. “Youre so cute. Is that all you think I’d do to you? I’d just fuck you? HOW UNIMAGINITIVE..”
He picks up the pages of your article and starts to flip pages. You swore you saw an evil glint in his eyes. “Lets see what you’ve written in your papers, don’t we?”
“You don’t think i’d ‘desecrate’ your needy cunt until you loose your mind?”
“Or how about offer you the ‘sips of divinity’ with the weeping tip of my cock until you’re drunk with lust?” He looks at you, his lips forming an evil smirk. “So my aspiring little y/n, is that what you want me to do to you?”
Shit.
You stare into those eyes, unsure of what to say, though you’ve been practically dying for this. You just nibble nervously on you lips and try to speak but your words get caught in your throat. Your face is flushed with embarrassment.
“I can see you’re too flustered to answer, Y/N. That’s alright for now, we’ll help that innocent mouth of yours to catch up with your deliciously vulgar mind soon enough. In the mean time how about you use your body to show me what you want?”
“W-what do you mean, Mr jeon?” You're shocked by his request and struggle to process what he's asking you to do.
“Sit on my desk with your legs spread. NOW.” Jungkook commanded, as he studies your body, waiting for you to stand up.
You hesitantly get up but a strong arm grabs you by the wrists and pulls you towards him. He's much stronger than you'd realized, and he easily lifts you onto the table behind you.
Jungkook stands over you, his eyes blazing with desire, as he slips his hand under your skirt until you feel his fingers lingering over your pantie’s waistband. Your mind is hazy as you feel it slipping down your thighs, leaving you exposed, feeling extremely aroused as you hear him and in a husky voice.
“Go on. let’s see if you’re more than just a tease. finger yourself, sweetheart. I want to see how desperate that needy little cunt of yours is.”
Following his orders almost immediately, you desperately start to touch yourself, inserting your finger deep in your already wet cunt, shamelessly moaning over your own fingers. Your lewd noises only made Jungkook smirk.
“While you shamelessly dive your fingers knuckle deep in that luscious little pussy of yours, i’ll dive deeper into the precious dirty mind of yours. Let’s see what other silly little fantasies you’ve written here, why don’t we?”
He smirked as he pulled those papers out, yet again. He cleared is throat, and started reading out loud.
“He towered over me with an obscene grandiosity, like some great erotic deity. his turgid member eclipsed my vision as the sun does the sky.” He laughs mockingly, continuing
“And look at this…. I felt an exhorting rush of pleasure as he pushed greedily into me, and again, penetrating my inner walls.”
He sighs and looks at you. “You know, if he’s already pushed into you, how is he further penetrating? you know what? I don’t even have the patience for this one.” He throws away the sheets as he looks to deep into your eyes, sending shivers down your spine.
“Your over use of adjectives is TERRIBLY self indulging, you know?” He stated.
You stared at him like a statue, completely silent. You took a deep breath as you finally mustered up the courage to reply. “My apologies Mr Jeon, but i think my project was a—”
“Hey hey hey!” He cut you you in middle as his face darkens and and he stands up abruptly. “Did you just stop fingering yourself, little slut!?”
And before you could answer, he grabbed you by your thighs, and pulled you towards him, your dripping needy cunt in display.
“You’re such a good student but you really are useless in fucking yourself properly. Look, I’ll show you how to do it!”
You let out a shriek as he shoved his long fingers inside you without warning, fucking your wet pussy in a ruthless pace. Your body started to shiver because of the vibrating sensation and the satisfaction his fingers were providing you.
“Oh fuck!” You let out a muffled moan, as you gripped his shoulder with one hand, and balancing yourself in the top of the table from the other.
“You like that, whore?” Jungkook asked, watching your lewd face, with drool covering your chin, fucking your cunt as fast as ever. You nodded in response, only to earn a merciless pinch in your clit by him, causing you whimper.
“WORDS! I NEED WORDS YOU LITTLE FUCKTOY!” Jungkook growled, fastening the pace of his hands, causing you loose your mind.
“Y-y-yes, i like when you finger m-me like a d-dirty slut i am, Mr J-jeon.” You managed to answer, which was quite brave after the merciless treatment you were getting by Jungkook’s fingers.
Jungkook smirked as he pinched your nipple, and continues to finger fuck you. “This is how a stupid little whore like you should be fingered. Roughly. Relentlessly. Ruthlessly.”
Feeding his ego and his arousal only more, you whimpered shamelessly, your legs shaking, as you feel a familiar knot forming in your stomach. You bite down on your lower lip to suppress your moans, but the fingering did nothing to your favor.
“Mr Jeon i t-think i am close…”
Jungkook glanced at you, and seeing your ruined face with smudged mascara and lipstick, with drool covered in your chin, he knew you were close.
“You cum very easily don’t you? Such a slut.” He scoffs. “You don’t get to cum on my fingers. I want you to cum on my cock, like you imagined me, in your fanstasies.”
He pulls his fingers out, and you only frown in response.
“Cmon, be a good girl and clean my fingers for me. I will reward you with my ‘turgid member’ soon after.”
He shoved his dripping fingers on your mouth as you tasted yourself on his fingers, You sucked and licked his fingers clean, as if your life depended on it, earning a smirk from him.
“Good girl. Now get up, and bend over facing the desk, with your legs spread apart.” He commanded as he helped you get up, and placed you in the position. He grabbed your hips as he thrusted roughly into your pussy, and started moving in a ruthless pace.
“O-oh my g-god Mr Jeon” You whimpered in pain and pleasure, as your one hand gripped his shoulder tightly, and the other rested on the table, to keep your balance. Your lewd noises only fed his ego and arousal, as he smirked maintaining the pace.
“This is how fucking sluts like you deserve to be fucked! Until you’re all swollen. Until you’re all numb. Until you forget why were you even here in the first place. and oh….” He landed a harsh spank on your ass, making you gasp in pleasure.
“Until you start to treat your professor properly. Until you forget every word of your pompous vocabulary.”
“I-i promise to be good Mr J-jeon..” You manage to mumble, as he continued to brutally punish your needy cunt.
“Oh you will, little bitch! You will be a good little whore for your professor. That’s what you get for being such a tease.”
You throw your head back as the familiar feeling of a knot in your stomach starts to overtake your mind again. You knew you wont be able to last long. “I-i am close, Mr Jeon!” You moaned out, only to earn a stinging sensation of a spank in your ass again.
“Be a good fucking slut and wait for me to cum too. Can you do that Y/N? can you do that? Hmmm?”
You nodded as you closed your eyes, trying to control your orgasm but the feeling of pleasure with his strong thrusts makes it unable to do so. You try to hold yourself as much as you could, while he started to fondle with your breasts, teasing the tip of your nipples with his thumb, making it only harder for you.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, you know that Y/N? Good little slut.” He smashed his lips against yours, as he kissed you with all his might, his lips gradually trailing to your collarbone and then to your breasts. He started to suckle on your nipple, earning a loud moan from you.
“That’s it baby, be a good babygirl and cum for me. i am close too.” He declared, as he started to pinch your nipples, driving you over the edge with his manic pace.
“Fuck fuck fuck, i think i am cumming!”
“Go on little whore! milk my cock! show me how filthy you are. Cum for me!”
You feel a wave of pleasure wash over you, your toes curling and your vision blurry. Feeling you shudder and start to cum, Jungkook increases the intensity of his thrusts. You feel his member twitch as you knew he’s close. With one final thrust, he released his hot cum inside you, pulsing with each thrust. "Fuck," he grunts out between breaths.
His head rested against your shoulder, you both were breathing heavily, your sweaty bodies intertwined. After a few minutes, he pulled out of you with a wet pop, his cum dripping out of your walls. He grabbed a box of tissues from his drawer, and cleaned himself and your dripping, utterly spent core.
While you try to regain your composure, Jungkook helps you stand up and fix your clothes.
“T-thankyou professor.” Is all you could say, noticing his gesture.
“It’s alright, Miss Y/N.” Jungkook nodded, helping you to get on your feet. Just as you were about to leave, He called out.
“Miss Y/N, you know, whenever you need help, you can always approach me. You know where to find me…”
A red tint crept up on your face, as you nodded. “I will, professor. Have a good day” and exited his office.
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Devil's law || Jungkook
pairing: RichCriminal!JK x fem!reader || Criminal x Lawyer
w.c.: 7.1k
Warnings: MINORS DNI. smut, explicit content, mention of drugs, female masturbation, oral sex, teasing, unprotected sex
Aprox. time of reading: 31 minutes
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I don't give a fuck about you anyways
Whoever said I gave a shit 'bout you?
You looked at your phone, knowing that his name on it only meant bad news. Ever since your friend suggested you as his lawyer, your job became more meaningless. You went from being an upstanding lawyer, who hadn't lost a case in two years, to becoming a rich boys' babysitter only because he wasn't able to control his impulses.
Jeon Jungkook was the Antichrist made person, your biggest nightmare and, possibly, your karma for being Judas in your past life -because there was no other reason you'd deserve to go through all the headaches Jungkook had put you through in the two months you'd been working with him.
His case grabbed your attention when you were first offered the job to defend him. You hardly ever were on the wrong side of the story, but there was something in that job that kept pulling you in. It could be how his life seemed to be brought straight from a movie.
His charges went from being caught driving under the influence of drugs, exhibitionism, damage of public domain assets... even attempted murder against his father. You remember watching his story on the news, and just clicking your tongue and shaking your head at the exuberant confidence he radiated as he walked down the stairs out of court with a smirk on his face. And it was of no surprise. After he managed to prove he wasn't the one guilty of his father's death -even after he was proved, and admitted himself, he had been feeding his father poison for days-, he turned twenty million dollars richer. It was never proved his father's narcolepsy was due to the substances his son was giving him secretly, so they all decided to leave it as a death caused by the car accident he was in.
And after he managed to dodge all that -or pay his way through all the trials-, he ended up on house arrest after he was caught with his hands on tax fraud. It wasn't an easy trial. You remembered how hard you had to play for it to work out. The judge wanted to eat Jungkook alive, and he probably would if it hadn't been for you and your years of experience.
It was a promise of good money, with the easiest of the jobs you had to date. The only thing Jungkook had to do was to stay at home, behave, and just let those seven months pass.
Little did you know that man was a pain in the ass.
The first time your phone rang with a cop on the call, because his monitor beeped after he tried to leave his home, you could understand where it came from. It wasn't knew, it could've been something difficult to understand for him... But the sixth time the call made no sense. You could only sit back and see how he wasted money on paying those cops to turn a blind eye and ignore what he was caught doing.
You saved him from jail, but you weren't sure if that was what he wanted.
His smirk infuriated you. You drove through the rain and wind, worried about him getting in trouble, only for him to look peaceful and proud of having you there. Although the boil of your blood was only shown with a roll of eyes and a twist of your lips.
"Look who came to visit me, Bobby"
That sentence alone was the most surrealistic thing you had heard. Not even you knew the name of that cop, but Jungkook for sure did. He had to. It was the only way to gain the confidence and appeal to their corrupt side.
At first, Jungkook tried to escape -saving his ass by saying he wanted to visit a friend and he wasn't aware of the bracelet having to remain around his ankle-, he just wanted to outsmart everyone and be free. But when you showed up every single time after that single call, rushing inside his place while looking for him, it unlocked a new need he didn't know he had. You kept feeding his ego, making him feel important, due to your expression turning more concerned every time you crossed that door.
And your outfits didn't help either.
Those tight dresses hugging your curves, or those buggy shirts at the top that exposed some of your cleavage were driving him insane.
He was sure he was already going crazy inside those four walls, but you were only making it worse for him.
Your red leather bag was thrown lazily over the wide armchair that led the living room, strategically positioned between the entrance and the coffee table to mark the beginning of his living room.
"I thought I was clear the last time" you tilted your head, squinting your eyes in a failed attempt to intimidate him. "Is it that difficult for you to behave?".
"I told you last time not to leave me alone" he insisted.
Oh, right... that dumb idea he had of you living in his mansion.
You had enough going there whenever his monitor made the alarm jump, the last thing you wanted was to be looking after him as if he were a little kid unable to follow simple orders. Although, now that you were thinking about it, Jungkook was indeed a 5 year old inside of a playboy's body.
He hissed at the cop, whose eyes only moved away from him to sneak on the edge of your dress down your knee. The middle aged man was alarmed, quickly turning his head back to his ankle before he finally got up from the floor.
"I'm sorry" you mumbled.
"Sorry?" he scoffed, walking past you "This dude is making me rich. Every time I come here, I'm closer to buying a new car".
Those were his last words before he left you two alone again, with Jungkook's eyes possessively moving over your body, playing with his lip rings.
"Is it so bad for you to stay here?"
Your head fell back with your ironic laugh vibrating through your throat, unbelieving of that question making its way out of his lips as if it didn't have an obvious answer "I don't know if you're aware that I'm your lawyer, not your babysitter".
You wanted to say you had a life outside of your job, but that wasn't entirely true. You loved your job, to the point that it cost you several relationships -and some other friendships-, with your sexual life being a non-existent topic for months for you.
"I don't understand what I can or can't do with this thing on my ankle" he pointed at the bulky black device, with an intermittent red light, around his ankle ", but you do understand".
"Anyone would think you'd have a master degree on it after being explained so many times" your hands found a place on your hips.
"Are you saying I'm making it ring on purpose? That's a serious accusation" it was the way he faked to be offended by you, and how he smirked immediately after his own comment. "It was an idea" he shrugged.
His gasp sounded heavy when he got up from the couch, walking to you like a predator towards his prey. You were in his territory, but little did he know you weren't intimidated in the slightest.
"I'll pay 10k more" he suggested, making you chuckle with his idea. "I see... 20?".
"Whatever you pay, it's not gonna happen" you cut off any chances before they were even possible.
Jungkook stepped so close that you were sure you could smell his cologne by just breathing, feeling how it touched your brain with such care that you were convinced you were going to pass out while you struggled to keep your eyes on him.
His hand felt warm as he supported it on the backrest of the armchair, allowing himself to bend a little more towards you to leave your lips centimeters away from each other "What's not gonna happen?".
Instead of playing coy, or feeling lost at his words, you smirked back at him, mirroring his pose to only witness his smile going wider and more mischievous. Jungkook was a sexy man, there was no doubt about that. And soon enough after you started working for him, his surroundings didn't take long to find a way into your life, letting you know of all the rumors that surrounded him. You heard all the wrong, just a little of the good, and enough of the things that had you squirming in your bed just by imagining him doing them to you.
He was the type of man you'd spend a good night with -if only he wasn't your client.
"The only way to keep you still here is tying both of your hands somewhere so you don't move".
"Why don't you tie me up somewhere and make sure I don't move?".
"Good night, Jungkook" you moved away, holding onto your bag as if that would save you from losing yourself to him, while your feet tried to find a quick escape from the small espace his living room had become. "Behave, can you?".
"Are you leaving already?" he sounded sulky, pouting his lips while making his piercing stand out even more.
"Don't you see?"
"It's raining"
"You didn't think about that when you caused me to come here in the first place" your tone sounded annoyed.
"It wasn't raining as hard"
As much as you wanted to fight back, he was right. In a matter of minutes, you could hear the drops crashing violently against the big windows to the small parking lot in front of the facade. And, as much as his house was soundproof, the roaring of thunder still was heard as a background noise that made you jump unconsciously. Adding that it was two in the morning wasn't a good mix.
As much as you were still determined to leave, it seemed like the universe had other plans for you when the power went suddenly off.
"The power went off" Jungkook casually pointed out.
"Yeah, I see"
"Well, better said, you can't see" your eyes rolled with that joke, crossing your arms over your chest as you looked around, finding out that it was brighter outside with the casual lightning than inside. "Wait, does this mean it isn't working now?" Jungkook pointed at his ankle.
"It goes by GPS, and I guess you plug it daily, it's still working as if it would regularly".
It wasn't your problem, you weren't forced to stay. But something behind that question made your stomach squeak, knowing that you'd be forced back in a matter of minutes the moment you crossed the door.
"I thought these devices worked with..." his gestures among the darkness made you frown, only being able to see them waving in the air, "you know".
"Maybe twenty years ago. But you're tracked either way now" you sighed. "Can you light up the fire? As much as I like not seeing you, it's difficult to have a proper conversation like this".
Jungkook didn't fight to hide his victorious smile after your petition, walking among the darkness to the fireplace that led his leaving room to, at least, bring back some clarity in the area.
The dim lighting gave it a warm and intimate vibe, while casting flickering shadows around the room, working with the sound of rain and occasional thunder to make it, somehow, that type of aesthetic video you'd find on her Youtube feed to relax herself after a tough day at work, lying in her double bed, while ignoring the big mess her studio was. That atmosphere made Jungkook look even more attractive, while wearing his pair of baggy jeans and oversized t-shirt, that marked his hips whenever he turned enough to pick the firewood from the small basket at his left.
"Did you have a date?" he randomly asked as you approached his couch.
"Why?" you looked around, slowly sitting on the extreme of the plush sofa.
"It's two in the morning, you're looking hot as hell... I doubt you use that dress as a pajama" subtle dimples showed up on his cheeks with his smile, feeling deeper by the shadows.
"Yup, a date with thirty files I didn't have time to classify yet" you mumbled, leaving your bag at your right, over the armrest.
He was pleased with the answer, and he wasn't bothered to show it. His smile widened with your answer, and his body seemed more joyful as he got up from the floor to walk to where you were sitting.
"Do you want something to drink? Water? Wine?"
"I don't drink while I'm working" you stopped him before he could further suggest anything else.
"Well, technically, you aren't working" he tried to convince you. "You only came here because of the monitor, and it's solved. Now you're staying because of the rain, so let's say it's just a major event forcing you to stay".
You didn't confirm it because you knew it was impossible, but it almost seemed as if Jungkook had full control of his surroundings to give you where he wanted.
"A glass of wine will be fine" you finally agreed.
While looking around, you noticed the small details you had always ignored whenever you were there. Like the way the room featured a warm and cozy ambiance, primarily due to the large brick fireplace which serves as a focal point -and that was then lit up to illuminate you two-, and strategically combined with a floor that appeared to be hardwood, adding a touch of elegance and warmth -while being partially covered by a large, neutral-toned area rug. The room had the perfect balance of modern and rustic elements, creating a stylish yet comfortable living space ideal for relaxation -which was ironic, because that was the most nervous you had ever been.
His walk was confident, carrying the two glasses of wine before he sat next to you on the couch, so close that you could almost have your knees touching. You didn't move away though, thrilled by the tickles in your belly by the proximity.
"I'm not sure if I should drink this" you randomly commented when he passed you the drink.
"What I said on that trial was taken out of context" he tried to defend himself. "I said I had been feeding him pills so he wouldn't suffer, not that I was adding poison to everything he drank or ate. He knew about those pills, because they were part of his medication".
"Right... " you squinted your eyes, waiting for any signs on his body language that could give out more than what he was saying.
Choosing to play it safe, you left the drink back on the table, resting your hands on your crossed knees as you looked around.
"I don't know what's worse" he suddenly said. "Interrupting a date, or knowing you were still in the office".
"We both know you wouldn't feel bad about interrupting a date" you mumbled, letting a sided smile decorate your face.
"That's right" he didn't hide. "But I don't understand what you were doing stuck in the office, instead of going out".
"The legal sector is really competitive" you admitted, crashing a scoff before you took a sip of your drink. "Either you're born with money to buy your way to the top, or you work your ass off for it. And I'm clearly in the second group".
As much as you were in a stable position, and you earned your money, it wasn't always that way. The beginning was tough, you kept moving from one firm to another, earning as much experience as possible so you could live the way you were. Not only did you have to add double the effort, you also had to sacrifice a lot from your personal life, which majorly included those casual dates you managed to have in your uni days.
"I don't expect you to understand what that is though".
"Wow, that comment..."
"Is it a lie?"
"No, but I feel offended for some reason" you allowed yourself to giggle lowly.
"You were born with it, yet you still find a way to test life instead of just enjoying your privileges" and that was what pissed you off the most about him.
You were so harsh with him. And, for some reason, that attracted him even more to you, unaware of when he started moving forward to close the distance between you two enough to breathe each other's air.
"Well, it seems like testing life has given me the best of the chances".
His eyes shined with a spark that turned everything upside down in your head, mixing your needs with your own warnings, trying to fight how bad you actually wanted to kiss him when the lip ring was able to shine through the corner of your eye.
"Is that a line you usually use?" you fought back, lifting your eyebrow.
"I'm pretty good at that, but it's not the case this time" he admitted. "You truly drive me insane, Y/n. Ever since I saw you walk through that door to prepare for the trial the first time. I've been unable to get you out of my head" his voice sounded deep, while his eyes moved down your lips to go back to drown into your pupils. "You're one hell of a woman. Just imagining your hair being spread all over my pillows is enough to have me on a twist".
Your lip was unconsciously trapped under your teeth, holding back your breath when you imagined the scene after his words. Was it something you didn't think about before? No. But there was something in the tone of his voice, that had you pressing your thighs under the tight dress you were wearing.
"So you want me?" in an attempt to fake some control, you moved forward.
"Honey, if I answered that question, I'd have to prove it by humming it on your pussy. I'm a man of action, rather than words".
It was the first time you felt so wanted by someone, to the point of them opening up that way to confess how they felt about you. It was also the first time you felt your skin burning the way it was, desperate to take off your clothes to set you free from the blistering sensation.
It could be that all the time you had been alone played a big role in your decisions, it could be Jungkook was a hot man and you fell for his enchants. It could be a lot of things, yet you didn't mind either of them when you closed the distance to link your lips together.
His palm felt soft on your neck as he curled his fingers to pull you closer, parting his lips to suck your lower lip and pull from it in such a sensual way you thought you were melting on the spot.
No wonder there were so many stories about him all around. That man knew how to kiss.
Jungkook was surprised when you moved first, but he was completely gone when you took the initiative from him, tilting your head to slide the tip of your tongue inside his mouth. He couldn't control the groan that had been burning his throat ever since you first kissed him, feeling his eyebrows furrow and his muscles going completely tense with such a gentle rub.
"You're all I ever think about, honey" he mumbled against your lips, taking the chance to deepen the kiss when he trapped you again.
You pushed him against the couch, straddling his lap while pushing your hair away from your face to look at him in the eyes.
"Why don't you tell me what you think about?".
Your arms were on both sides of his head, your dress was lifted to your hips -enough to expose the black tongue you hid under the fabric-, yet the only thing you could care about was how hollow his voice sounded while he told all the dirty things he had imagined with you.
"You want me to be honest?"
"The most honest you can be"
Jungkook smirked when given the green light to set free all those thought he had kept as a secret ever since you crossed paths "Remember the first time you came here. You were wearing a white shirt, and a pencil skirt that molded to your body so good it made me jealous. When you started handing out that script for the trial, your cleavage showed off a bit" his groan interrupted his explanation, feeling dizzy for a second when you pressed your clothed pussy against his crotch. "I had never in my life dreamed of some tits I haven't even seen, but I promise I couldn't stop thinking about them. How hard your nipples would feel against my tongue, how tight they'd press around my cock, or how good they'd look while bouncing while I fucked you".
Your hips started rocking against his semi hard cock, feeling your juices leaking down your hole, only stopped by the thin fabric of your thong that kept getting soaked with each move you made.
"And your ass..." before he continued, his fingers dented on the skin of your ass cheeks, pressing them together as he helped you hump him. "I couldn't stop thinking of it jiggling while you rode me after I first saw you in court. I had to ask for your name and number after I saw you. Shit, I even had to send the blonde with the annoying voice to get you to work with me".
Your movements suddenly stopped, the blush on your cheeks slowly disappeared, and devastation took the main role in your features when you realized what happened there.
You didn't get that huge case because your resume was brilliant, but because you became part of the horny fantasy of a spoiled asshole who managed to get your friend to convince you. And it went deeper than that. The man in front of you went the lengths to find out who you were, learnt about your closest people and got you exactly what you wanted. You failed to follow your values, you were clumsy enough to almost go to bed with a client -when it was something you strictly forbid yourself to do-, and only because you allowed yourself to get fooled by his sweet words.
"Where are you going?" Jungkook was confused at the sudden change of opinion, watching you hopping off his body to place the skirt of your dress back to where it should have been the whole time, while walking away from the couch.
"This should've never happened" you assured him, walking to get your bag.
"But it has happened" he insisted, frowning at your denial.
"Don't touch me" you warned him, raising your index finger, before his hand could even approach your forearm to calm you down "I have a lot to think about".
Jungkook didn't insist, he knew when it was time to give someone their own space, and how distressed you were was a clear indicator of how that wasn't the time to put his needs over yours -mainly because it'd only do things worse for the two of you. He only saw you go, crashing your heels against the hardwood, until he heard nothing at all other than the door closing.
His patience didn't last much though.
A day later your phone was overwhelmed by his calls, and several of his texts, which you could only fight to ignore as you tried to focus on your work. A failed attempt, because you could only think of him.
Your range of patience wasn't too wide either after a few days, with a dry and clear text that warned him how you were considering passing his case to one of your colleagues so your personal issues wouldn't get in the way of your work.
Unexpectedly, his calls and texts ended, he stopped insisting. Willing to respect her boundaries, he just moved away from her, aiming to maintain that professional relationship you said you wanted to have. It was her choice, and he wasn't going to force her into doing something you didn't want to do.
Yet, far from being relieved, you were left disappointed with his attitude. And that confused her even more. Before that night, you didn't see Jungkook as anything else but one more of the big range of clients you had, and you thought it'd go back to being like that after you ignored what happened that night. But Jungkook worked like a drug. One try, and you were completely hooked.
Your mind replayed that night in his house several times a day, the scenes of what could've been kept torturing you. Jeon Jungkook got control of all of your senses, and you weren't even trying to fight it back. You liked those thoughts, you liked the thrill the image of him caused.
And all of it annoyed you.
For the first time in months, you left work at time to go on dates, to get rid of the remains of his toxic details, only to come back home even more disappointed than before.
And that night was no exception.
You were looking at your phone, puckering your lips at the on going sex talk conversation you had going on, balked to realize it caused you nothing. His words didn't make your blood run through your veins, it didn't give you the rush Jungkook made you feel as you grinded on his pants... There was nothing.
Your fingers worked in automated mode, sending a pic in lingerie, thinking that would change the mood of the conversation to the one you were looking for, although you were left confused when the notification asked whether you were still there.
Double checking the chatrooms, you couldn't believe what you had just done.
The phone slipped your fingers towards the bed, as you covered your mouth in surprise of how out of yourself you were to do something like that.
Jungkook: I see you're finally aware you can't get away from me.
Not only was she clumsy enough to do that when she was supposed to pretend he didn't exist, she was grateful to have been that clumsy to cause that text from him -even if she was fighting the air while whining about it.
"What did you just do, dumbass?" you cried, covering your face with one of the plushy pillows that adorned the head of your bed.
It could've been something easy to ignore. It was just as easy as ignoring his texts again, and moving on with life as if that pic had never existed, but life was a big bitch to you when you needed the most to be treated nicely.
That same route you walked several times with superiority and professionalism was turned into a walk of shame, with your lips pressed against one another and your head hiding behind your locks with every step you took.
You were left confused when you saw Alan Jones engaged in an entertaining conversation with Jungkook. He was part of one of the direct competitors to your law firm and, more specifically, he was the person you confronted the most in court, unfortunately. He made your sweat go cold, knowing that the trial would be one of the hardest in your career because of how good he actually was.
And now you were seeing him laughing with one of your most important clients, who only offered a quick glance in your direction before he looked back at the suited man.
"Am I interrupting something?"
There you were again with one of your beautiful skirts, that time being a blue long pleated one, which you managed to combine with a simple white t-shirt. Even if you didn't want to, Jungkook was sure you were able to interrupt everything around you by just being present.
"No, we were actually waiting for you" Jungkook mentioned.
He silently led the way for you two, inviting you inside an improvised meeting room -that you could clearly tell it was meant for something else when you saw how off the setting looked compared to the rest of his house.
If you thought your blood was going to stop running when you saw Alan there, you confirmed it would when you saw your boss sitting in one of the extremes of the table.
"I'm holding this meeting, because I was considering working with Alan's law firm" Jungkook casually mentioned, as you took the free spot next to your boss. "That's my spot" he corrected Alan, who moved his body to the chair in front of your boss, so Jungkook could sit in front of you.
"And why's that?" you dared to ask.
"He came to me with a good offer" Jungkook shrugged.
"It'd have been great if you had told me before calling me for this meeting" you hissed, trying your best not to jump over the table to kill him.
"You've been so busy lately, I wasn't sure you'd be able to pick up my calls"
Your jaw was clenched tight after that comment, knowing of all the second meanings behind it.
"Why the change?" your boss rushed to ask. "Aren't you happy with Y/n?".
Your body jumped when you felt the tip of his shoe moving up your shin, lifting your skirt on the way while he reached your inner thigh. "I was really happy with Y/n" you gulped thick when he only teased you, moving his feet everywhere but the place where you wanted him, "but, as you know, this is a relationship of two".
After dragging your chair closer to the table to hide what was going on underneath, both of your elbows took a defensive spot on your side of the table, using your hands to cover your lips. There was a moment you went momentarily deaf when the tip of his shoe caressed you over your panties, making those known shiverings run over your body violently.
"Are you okay?" Alan managed to ask, aware of the weak blush that was starting to tint your cheeks.
"Shocked. I'm shocked" your thumb moved over your lip, before you hid your mouth again. "What made you believe I wasn't happy with your case?".
Careful not to hit your boss with your knees, your legs spread, earning a smirk from him. Adopting a confident pose, he sank his body deeper on the chair to be able to reach further, pressing his sneaker on your clit.
"I didn't see you comfortable".
It pissed you off to see him so relaxed and calm, while you were struggling to keep your shit together with every rub of his feet on your button. You could get caught, you knew that could cost you your career, yet you still played along because you liked how good it felt, you liked seeing how proud he looked when he noticed how slick your underwear was becoming.
His explanations turned into a simple move of lips, and the response from your boss was a blank noise that couldn't distract you from the knot slowly forming in your belly.
"Can we speak in private" you interrupted, before it could grow any more.
His movements stopped, and Jungkook went back to his initial pose, lifting his hands in resignation while you hurriedly got up after fixing your skirt. The other two men in that room were expecting you to either give up or insist on keeping that client, but Jungkook knew where that conversation would go as soon as that door closed.
"I thought you said you were going to respect my decision" you mentioned in a low tone. "So your solution is to call that asshole to replace me? And what's this meeting for, huh?"
"I was going to respect your decision, but then you sent that pic..." he quickly defended himself. "And since I doubt you sent it to confuse me or make me jealous, it clearly was for someone else. And I can't tolerate that" he twisted his jaw, finally getting up from his place. "It better have been a pic for me only and not for another person".
"It better had been?" you scoffed. "Who the fuck you think you're talking to?"
"Last time I sent you anything was six days ago" he slowly pointed out, "so it's a bit difficult you accidentally sent that pic to me if it was meant for someone else".
"It was a mistake".
"Is that the only word in your vocabulary?"
"When it comes to you, yes" you challenged him.
It was a mistake from you ever thinking you'd have any control on a situation that involved Jungkook. His aura was way bigger, those were calm waters for him, and he knew it, it was all over his body language and the way he looked down at you.
"Be honest with me, alright?" the way he pinched your chin to look up at him almost made your legs turn to jelly. "How did that pic end up on my phone?".
It was unfair how he was using the techniques you used in court against you, manipulating you with his insistent gaze.
"It was a picture for someone else" you admitted. "I didn't send it to him though. I ended up on your chat, and I don't know why I thought I was on his chat instead".
"You wanna know what I think?" his lip ring bulged out when he pressed his lips together. "You wanted me to see that picture. You wanted to admit you want me as bad as I do, yet you're so proud and stubborn you'd rather die waiting than correcting yourself" the truth in his words made you even more nervous.
"Jungkook, this can't happen... I..."
Your words got stuck in your throat when he trapped your mouth violently, sucking your upper lip first, and then moving onto the lower one. He moved, and you just followed. You walked blindly wherever he guided you, until your lower back hit the edge of the table.
"I'll fuck you into realizing you're only mine" he roughly said when he broke the kiss. "And, why not, let me fuck that pride out of you as well".
"My boss it's outside" you tried to stop him when his hands sneaked under your skirt.
"Then I'll need you to be really quiet".
His smirk was so addictive, that you were willing to do anything he asked you right there. The fabric of your panties slid down your legs, with the cold breeze hitting your core and making you squirm at the contrast.
Jungkook was attractive every day, his sex appeal radiated through each one of his pores, but that day he was at his peak. He knew what he wanted, he knew how he wanted it. He wanted you, on that desk, and you were going to give it to him.
His cock twitched under his boxers when he took your panties to his nose to be intoxicated by your smell, and you didn't know how to react to the way your body squeaked at the sight of his eyes turning black after that.
Your skirt was lifted over your pelvis, sticking it to your body as much as possible when Jungkook sank to his knees in front of you, turning your spine into boiling grit when the tip of his tongue pushed your swollen button with a groan. And that one was followed by another one, and another one, and another one... until you tried to move his face away from you, only for Jungkook to stick your wrist to your thigh.
"Ask nicely, and I might do it".
You tried to fight it. It was a challenge. You only had to wait for Jungkook to get tired of only sliding his tongue up and down your folds, and twirling carefully the tip around your clit. But you also weren't good at remaining patient and dealing with the nervousness it caused you to know there were two people outside.
"Jungkook, please" you tried to stop him.
"Please, what?".
"Fuck me".
"That's not enough" his lips twisted, not completely convinced with your words.
Grabbing him by the collar of his gray t-shirt, you forced him up at the level of your face, making sure he was looking at you in the eye while you spoke.
"Jungkook, fuck me right now" you demanded. "Because, if you don't fuck me here, I'll be the one fucking you on one of those chairs".
After his jeans and boxers were wrapped around his ankles, he slid his tip through your folds, feeling your warmth and wetness welcoming him, while your feet were resting at the edge of the table.
Jungkook was gentle and careful on his first thrust. First, letting his thick tip break into you, followed by the rest of his length until he was balls deep in you. And it sure felt better than he imagined, feeling in paradise when you wrapped around him tight, swallowing him in.
All your hair in your body raised as he invaded you inch by inch, feeling the fullest you had been in months, feeling the most wanted you had ever felt in years when your eyes met before he started moving again.
His big hands grabbed your thighs, spreading them a bit more and raising them up enough to leave your feet hanging in the air, completely in control of what he wanted to do with you, before he started pounding in and out of you with a, almost, relaxing movement.
"Honey, just for keeping your pussy away from me for so long I should be fucking you so rough and loud that you aren't able to keep your shit together".
And you knew Jungkook was able to do something like that.
"But I'll be a good boy for you, hmm?" you could only nod senselessly, not knowing exactly what you were agreeing on. "Just like you're being a good girl for me".
Your teeth were clenched tight when his thrusts were calm, yet so deep and harsh that you could feel your whole body bounce and move a few centimeters away, before he dragged you back to the initial position.
"You have no fucking idea of everything I will do to you now that you're mine" he promised under his breath.
"Any weird fantasy I should be scared of?" you tried to sound confident, but your shaky breathing exposed how rushed you actually felt.
"I'm spending twenty four hours inside this place. Every single day I come up with a new way to have you" he bent down to rub his lips against yours. "This is just one of them".
His thrusts changed the speed immediately after, changing the position of your legs to place them over his shoulders, hitting you deeper and strategically better when he angled his hips, rocking his tip against that rough spot that had your toes curling inside your stiletto. In that same position, you also managed to find a way to press your thighs enough to cause some friction on your clit, losing control of your body, throwing your head back and closing your eyes as the moan was burning your throat like lava.
As you held onto the neck of his t-shirt, Jungkook found a way to keep you quiet so you wouldn't have to struggle. The dorsal of his left hand blocked those moans from coming out. At first you were able to control yourself, only sucking on his hand while your watery eyes looked at him through your lashes. But as your orgasm was approaching you, the little control you had over your body disappeared, biting onto his thin skin to keep all those moans and whines only for you two.
As much as he'd have loved to hear your moans, he loved how expressive you turned while being forced to stay quiet. Pleasure was on each corner of your face, present on every feature; you showed him how good he was making you feel.
The continuous muffled moans, the tight clench you had around him, and how your eyes kept alerting him prepared him for your climax, keeping the speed just to take you there, and follow right after you when you gulped him in like you never wanted him to leave, at the same time your eyes went completely blank.
He spilled on you, painting your walls with his seed to let you know you belonged to him. As much as you fought it, there was no escape from what happened. Your days of running away were over.
While you tried to recompose, Jungkook put your panties back on, securing his load where it was before he helped you down the table. He knew you'd feel it leak out , he knew your head would only replay what just had happened, and he was sure it'd only lead to you wanting more.
He was going to deal with it either way. There was no point of rushing it, because you'd probably find out as the meeting went on and you could only fight a way to find the right posture until it ended.
You woke up in his bed, with the sheets barely covering your naked body while your head was sunk in his pillows. Ever since that day, you kept scolding yourself for fighting against what you wanted. Jungkook was the best experience you had ever had. He was sexy, but he was also attentive and sweet when you needed it. He was funny and entertaining. He was a man who knew how to keep people hooked.
You frowned when you noticed something strange around your ankle, feeling it bulky and rough, and cold, when you moved your tip toes over it.
It couldn't be...
Your heart almost dropped to your feet when you saw that red light inside the monitor, making you wonder how the hell he managed to place it there. And, when you unlocked your phone and read his texts, you could make a lot of sense out of it.
Jungkook: It'll be only for a few hours. I needed to get out of there for a few hours.
Jungkook: But it should also work as a punishment for flirting with that attorney in court, when your attention should've been only on me. Especially since the trial was ABOUT ME.
Jungkook: I'll be back before two.
You couldn't believe what you were reading. But one thing was for sure: you were going to kill him as soon as he set foot back in his house.
Read Devil's law || Jungkook 🌶 from the story One Shots (General) by Lucythor_xoxx (Lucy A.) with 1 reads. bangtansony...
Summary: You and your son went to D-Day 3 to support Yoongi. Your son stole the show after appearing on stage and ARMY was absolutely… swooned.
Genre: fluff, established relationship, parents au, married au
WC: 1169
Before the both of you stepped into the stadium, you could feel the ground vibrating from all the fan’s anticipation. The arena felt alive before the real show even started. It was the last day of Yoongi’s D-Day tour in Seoul and all the fans were there early. Whether is it giving out fanmade gifts, food, or drinks, they - Is that a tangerine in her hand? And is that a whole bag of it?!
The atmosphere was electric but for you, today was something even more special. You were not only here as a fan but also as Yoongi’s family. While ARMY’s certainly had eagle eyes, they have yet to catch on that you weren’t the only surprise that day. Your son, Min Ji-Hye, a carbon copy of his dad, was the source of the surprise. His little body was buzzing with energy.
Since young, Ji-Hye has looked up to his father’s music and absolutely idolizes him. Every time Yoongi works from home or comes home with new music, Ji-Hye would demand listening to it even if it is the rawest version. Of course, Yoongi tries to keep the cursing to a minimum whenever Ji-Hye is around.
The both of you found your seats in the middle catalogs which the staff has reserved especially for the both of you. Ensuring that Ji-Hye wouldn’t fall off his bumper seat, you started to set the area for the both of you so that you wouldn’t miss a single second to find some water. You were so engrossed in ensuring that your son had everything he needed that you didn’t realise Jin and Hobi were standing right next to you.
You jumped when you felt a light tap on your shoulder, immediately turning around with large eyes, hoping that you wouldn’t cause trouble for your husband if you got mobbed or something during his concert. But you found two laughing figures and calmed down once you heard Jin’s signature laugh.
“Yah, don’t scare me like that!” You chided.
“It was you who weren’t paying attention! We were here the whole time!”
You were about to shoot back another snarky remark when - “Seoul, ARE YOU READY?”
Cheers from all directions engulfed you as fireworks lit up the stage. Yoongi came blasting from the backstage and no matter how many times you have been to BTS concerts, you never get tired of seeing them perform. The raw passion in their movements and voices always ensures that the audience has one of the best concerts.
You turned over to see Ji-Hye at the edge of his seat, eyes glued to the stage. You had dressed him in Yoongi’s stage outfit, complete with a cap that looked a few sizes too big (it was taken from Yoongi’s closet). With his cat-like eyes and gummy smile, he was essentially Yoongi 2.0.
Watching your son sing and jump to the lyrics of his father, your lips curled upwards in a loving smile. While he didn’t quite understand the depth and innuendos of the songs, he was enjoying himself and you knew how much this concert meant to him. With the news of Yoongi’s enlistment, you knew that your time together would be cut short for two years.
You had told him that telling ARMY a day after the concert wasn’t going to be the best decision but management pulled through so it was scheduled as it is. So both of you continued to enjoy the concert with the new addition of Uncle Namjoon.
As the music filled the stadium, Yoongi delivered an electrifying performance, pouring his heart and soul into every lyric. His presence on stage was magnetic and the fans were completely enthralled. You thought that you could hold back the tears as he broke down in front of all his fans but the tears streamed down your cheeks, staining them in a salty caress.
Amidst the sea of fans, Ji-Hye suddenly squirmed and wriggled his way past the people in front of him. Running down the steps, you tried to catch him when Namjoon suddenly grabbed your wrist. “He’s safe, don’t worry. There are guards everywhere.”
But you couldn’t help but worry. What if he got lost? What if fans start to swarm around him and he can’t make it to Yoongi or any of the guards in time? Your heart skipped a beat as you saw his little figure making his way up the stage. There was a collective gasp from the fans nearby as they realised what was happening.
The surrounding security personnel recognised him and allowed him to approach the stage, guiding him carefully so that he didn’t fall down the large steps. Yoongi had just finished a ‘Life Goes On’ and was taking a moment to catch his breath when he saw little feet running up towards him. His eyes widened and broke out into a huge grin when he saw him, squatting down to his level and spreading his arms. The fans, realising that he was Yoongi’s son, started to cheer even louder.
The moment Ji-Hye crashed into Yoongi, every ounce of fear that Ji-Hye would be afraid of the cheers washed away in that instance. Yoongi scooped him up, hugging him tightly as your son laughed into the microphone, causing another wave of cheers to vibrate the stadium. It was a moment of pure, unscripted love between a father and his son. You stared at the two most important people in your life on stage, celebrating as if they were the only ones in the world.
The fans were absolutely swooning - taking in this whole scene with hearty eyes and red faces - their hearts melted by the sheer adorableness of the scene. They watched as Ji-Hye whispered something into Yoongi’s ear and Yoongi’s eyes sparkled with amusement and affection.
Yoongi turned to the fans, holding Ji-Hye high above his head like the scene from Lion King. “This is my son, Min Ji-Hye.” He announced proudly. “He’s a little ARMY like all of you.”
The fans erupted into cheers, shouting their love for both Yoongi and his son. Ji-Hye waved at the crowd, his gummy smile wide, grinning from ear to ear. Your heart felt so big that it was going to explode.
As the concert continued, Yoongi held Ji-Hye in his arms, dancing with him on stage during a couple of songs. It was a moment of pure joy and it was clear that this concert had become something extraordinary - not just for the fans but for Yoongi and your family.
After the concert, Yoongi was still beaming with light as he continued to hold Ji-Hye in his arms. “You know, you stole the show today.” He chuckled to his son.
Ji-Hye looked up at his father, eyes shining with admiration. “Daddy!” He swung his little legs. “I wanna be just like you when I grow up!”
Yoongi’s heart swelled with love. “You can be anything you want. Just remember to always be yourself.”
Part 2 “What Are We Doing?”
Pairing: Jungkook × Reader (Y/N)
Genre: Smut | Angst | Brother’s Best Friend | Secret Romance
Rating: 🔞 18+ (Mature Content)
The morning light streamed through the blinds, soft and golden, painting streaks across Jungkook’s bare back as he sat at the edge of the bed, pulling on his shirt.
You were still tangled in the sheets, body sore in the best ways, but your heart pounded with something other than desire now—reality.
“Jungkook...” you said softly.
He turned, hair messy, tattoos visible, eyes softer than you’d ever seen them. “Yeah?”
“What are we doing?”
He paused, looking at you like he wanted to say a hundred things but didn’t know where to start.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I don't regret last night.”
Your chest tightened. “Neither do I. But what if he finds out?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Then I’ll deal with it. I’m not gonna pretend like I don’t want you, Y/N. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
Your breath hitched. “Then why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“Because you’re my best friend’s little sister,” he said, voice low. “That used to mean ‘hands off.’ But now... now I don’t think I can pretend anymore.”
Silence.
The kind that buzzed in the air and made your stomach twist.
You nodded slowly. “So what happens now?”
He walked back over, leaned down, and kissed your forehead—gentle, unhurried. “We keep this just between us… for now. If that’s what you want.”
You hesitated—then nodded.
You wanted this. You wanted him.
A week later...
The secret burned deliciously behind every stolen glance, every brush of his hand when no one was looking. At your brother’s apartment, Jungkook acted like nothing had changed—but when your eyes met across the kitchen, you both knew.
“Hey, Y/N,” your brother called. “Can you hand me another beer?”
You walked past Jungkook, brushing your fingers along his as you grabbed the drink from the fridge.
He smirked behind his bottle, lips barely moving as he whispered, “You look good in that dress.”
Heat spreads through you instantly. You turned to leave—only to feel a sharp tug on your wrist.
He pulled you into the hallway when no one was watching, pressing you against the wall.
“You drive me crazy,” he whispered, lips brushing yours. “I swear I almost kissed you in front of him.”
You bit back a smile. “Would’ve made things real awkward.”
His hands slid down your waist, fingers gripping your thighs. “You think I care?”
“Jungkook,” you warned playfully. “He’s just in the other room.”
“Then stay quiet,” he growled, pushing your leg up around his waist.
And you did.You stayed quiet—biting your lip to keep from moaning as he kissed down your neck, his hand sliding up your thigh beneath your dress. It was fast, desperate, risky. The kind of mistake you’d make a thousand times if it meant feeling him like that.
Just as things started to heat up, your brother shouted from the living room, “Yo! Jungkook, you good?”
Jungkook pulled back, panting, pupils blown. “I will be,” he whispered with a devilish grin.
He winked and walked out like nothing happened—leaving you breathless, burning, and aching for more.
To be continued....
Thanks for all the support already. I'm almost done with the next part so might be a double post today.
~The one where she gives him a chance (pt. 2) (JJK)~
🌺 I know this part is long overdue, but I was looking back at some of my older pieces and decided to finish this one. It's been partly written and outlined for a while! I don't really write fanfiction like I used to so I'm not sure if I'll consider completing other continued parts in these excerpts. No promises, but you never know! Thanks for taking the time to read this 💜
Part 1
"Jungkook, what a pleasure to see you again! It's been a while, you had me worried," Dr. Fitzgerald greets enthusiastically. He eagerly invites his patient to come sit in his favorite spot on one of his loveseats. Jungkook smiles, though it doesn't feel as forced as it used to. He pulls his hands from his pockets—he only seems to remember he's doing his nervous habits whenever his therapist is around. He sinks into the lush cushions of the loveseat. It always made him sleepy when he used to have early morning appointments.
Jungkook's cheeks feel sore from how much he's smiling. He'd actually surprised himself all week, having been anticipating this visit. It's the first one he's having in a few weeks—work having gotten the best of him. Not to mention, he no longer has as much personal time to spare as he used to, all things considered.
"Well," he holds his hands out, offering him the floor to address the elephant in the room. It's obvious how much better Jungkook seems to be doing. His whole demeanor has changed; he's much more lively. Like his heart is nurtured and better looked after. "How've you been? I'm assuming things have gone well for you lately?"
Jungkook rubs his palms on his pants, bobbing his head as his smile seems to grow impossibly wider. He feels his therapist will be proud of how much he'd achieved. Not that Jungkook is actively seeking his approval, but Dr. Fitzgerald is one of very few people who know how much he's struggled.
"Yeah, things have been... they've been great. To say the least," he admits. He isn't sure where to start.
"How about you tell me how things have gone for you since our last visit?" He suggests, Jungkook nods. That's surely a good place. There's a lot of catching up to do.
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Jungkook stands at the curb, biting the inside of his cheek as he waits. He isn't very sure what he should be looking for—a car, a cab, maybe he'll spot her strolling on the street. The anticipation is killing him. There's still fifteen minutes before their appointment will start. He's trying not to let his worries get the best of him, purposely dismissing all his concerns. Maybe she forgot, or she woke up a little late, or maybe when he called her number and they agreed she decided she didn't want to waste her time in his presence—
He feels a gentle tap on his shoulder, turning and looking down to find her glowing face. He starts to smile, but is stricken by her natural beauty. Her face is bare save for the glimmering gloss dressing her plump lips. She's beaming up at him, a warm smile lighting up her face. "Hi, Jungkook. You look nice," she starts, gesturing to his outfit. He feels his heart accelerate when her pretty fingers gently tug on the hem of his shirt.
"Oh, this?" He blushes, it's only casual. Just a t-shirt and flannel with some old jeans he doesn't mind messing up. They'd be getting messy after all. She wears similar attire, her dark jeans hugging her figure in all the right places, not to mention her top. He'd hardly realized how busty she is before, and considering how much taller he is than her, he has to force himself not to look at the subtle—yet very noticeable —cleavage she had. He wonders if it's intentional, but decides not to dwell on it. "It's nothing, just something I found," he rubs his neck, forcing himself not to awkwardly laugh. He often does it when he's uncomfortable and it's a habit he's trying to break.
She chuckles at him, not adding anything. He notices her hugging her jacket, and she has her bag hanging on her shoulder. She grips it's long strap, turning toward the entrance. He holds his hand out, allowing her to go in first. He holds the door for her, which seems to make her smile grow.
Their instructor was very talkative in the beginning, he spoke extensively about the canvases and acrylics and brushes. Joy and Jungkook just sat waiting in their stools, among others who were ready to start. They didn't want to seem rude by leaning over to whisper to each other. Though finally, the canvases and paints are prepared, and they're allowed their freedom to paint with some assisted guidance from him. There aren't many other pairs in the room, but they're all chatting with one another. Mostly friendly or family duos. It seems Joy and Jungkook are the only pair that look like complete strangers to each other. Despite this, Joy's easel and stool is quite close to his.
They can't help looking over each other's shoulders at the art they're making. Jungkook is working on a landscape piece set in snowy mountains. The sky has dark blue hues, twinkling stars that he'd flicked carefully onto the paint. Joy gapes at it, "Wow, Jungkook. You're really good at this. Are those the Northern Lights?"
He smiles sheepishly, bobbing his head. Her's is quite nice, too. He's got some background in art—specifically drawing. He remembers how much their high school art teacher always admired his work. She'd always push for him to enter presentations, however he could never bring himself to. Joy seems fond of his reaction. "I could hang this on my wall."
"Yours is nice, too," he offers. She had painted a dark silhouette of a woman's side profile. Her back is facing the viewer. So far, it's quite elegant, and it appears that she is naked, as her back is bare. But it's tasteful.
Joy scoffs, "Are you kidding? I can't seem to get her proportions right. You're like Bob Ross." Jungkook chuckles, truly, hers is nice. The figure has soft, round facial features—much like herself, at least telling from her side profile. Her head is turned to the left, and Joy's painting highlights to contour and line her proportions to indicate that her eyes are closed. She has pretty lashes and a subtle smile on her plump lips. She's also hugging herself, fingers wrapped around the back of one of her arms and the crook of her neck.
"How long have you done art?" She ponders, as he clearly has some experience. She can't keep her gaze from his painting, and considering that he was first to finish it, he knows it's distracting her. She doesn't seem to mind, though.
He shrugs, wiping the white paint that's starting to cake his fingers. "I've been drawing since I was young. My whole family has experience. My older brother animates in his free time, he does graphic design." He explains, realizing that he's rambling. She smiles at him.
"That's awesome. It must be nice getting to share artistic talent with people, especially family. Mine's always been more technical. I guess I'm better at less creative things." She admits, he watches her brush glide around the perimeter of her figure's dark silhouette; she's dry-brushing the shading and outline. The contrast is nice to look at. He wonders if she has much experience with color theory.
"I think you're pretty good creatively," he admits. "I remember your doodles on all our science homework." She made such adorable little creatures, often times they resembled some sort of baby bird. Such as penguins or ducklings. She seemed to have a fondness for them.
She giggles to herself, "Oh gosh, you remember those?" He nods. He always found them cute. Her locker had penguin stickers on it, he always knew where it was. "Science has always been more my thing, I guess. I mostly do microscopic biology, but maybe someday I can study animal biology." He smiles at that, picturing Joy squatting down next to a bunch of penguins, beaming as she takes notes on them. The thought makes him chuckle.
"I always thought writing was more my thing—creatively, at least," she shrugs, seeming a bit shy to mention much more about it.
Jungkook enlightens her, watching her stick her brush in the water, she seems to have finished her piece, too. It came out quite nice, he thinks. Especially considering how she doesn't have much experience. Part of him figures she'd surely paint some of her adorable baby birds. Though her piece is pleasing to look at. She seems to favor his, though. "I remember that," he explains, referring to her preference to write creatively. She was always great in English class, entering writing contests. "You've always had such a way with words... like you knew just what to say and how to say it." He mutters his previous observations. It was definitely something he really liked about her. Every word that left her lips was carefully considered, especially to him.
"You remember a lot from back then," she notes, giggling when he starts to blush. He's slightly embarrassed, hoping he isn't coming off too strange. That surely isn't the intention.
"I guess it's all coming back to me now, since I'm seeing you again." It's mostly true, though some things about her really stuck with him since. The rest he had forced himself to let go of once they graduated and moved on in their lives.
"Don't worry, JK. It's kinda cute. You've got a knack for detail, which honestly isn't surprising," she gestures to his painting. He resists the urge to rub his neck, as he still has paint partially dried on his hands.
"Thanks," he mutters shyly, feeling how hot his cheeks are as she smiles at him. The instructor lets them all wash their hands and tools, fortunately they hadn't gotten much paint on their clothes save for a few speckles here and there. They're told their pieces would take a little longer to dry, and that they ought to come back in an hour while he has them prepared to take home like everyone else's. Neither objected to that, Joy and Jungkook figures they could go to the nearby café a little earlier than they had planned.
It's within walking distance of the painting shop they were already in, just a couple blocks away. They quietly stroll side by side, and despite their brief silence, it isn't nearly as awkward as Jungkook would have thought. Almost every time he sits in silence with other people, it feels like his insides are boiling hot.
Joy is beaming, the both of them watching as a huge dog saunters toward them, his owner had a death grip on his green leash. Jungkook looks down at Joy, the great dane was half as tall as her on all fours, he kind of expected her to get a little nervous. But when her expression softens, she bites back a fond coo. He blinks, watching her heart melt as the great dane trots past them in the opposite direction. "So cute..." she swoons.
Jungkook can't help his surprise, most of the women he's known aren't the fondest of big dogs, especially when they're half her size. "Do you have pets?" He wonders.
She looks back at him, her smile growing. Though she sighs disappointedly, "No... I really want a big dog but my landlord is strict about pets. He's always had ridiculous regulations."
Jungkook hums at that, hesitating for a moment. He hadn't planned on telling anyone about it before, but Joy isn't just anyone. "...Well, in a couple weeks I'll be going to get myself a big dog," he starts.
She perks up, "Aw! Really?"
He bobs his head, finding her enthusiasm about it quite endearing. "W-Well, I guess he will get big, eventually. He's just a puppy now."
She coos again, holding her cheeks as she smiles. "How precious! What breed is he?"
"A doberman," he says. They stop in front of the coffee shop. Again, he pulls the door open for her. A strong aroma of coffee strikes them hard. Joy is beaming, practically bouncing in place at the thought. Jungkook has to avert his eyes from her chest as she giddily moves. But it's endearing to watch; cute.
"How adorable! I'm sure he'll love you. I hear they're very protective and loyal," she enthuses.
"When I bring him home, you're welcome to come see him," he offers. He blinks, suddenly realizing how forward he sounded. "I-I mean, if you want to—"
"Oh, Jungkook, I would love that! What're you thinking of naming him?" She asks, approaching the counter when the last customer leaves. He follows her lead, standing beside her and looking up at the chalkboard menu.
"Bam. It means—"
She gasps softly, "Wait, don't tell me...! It means 'night' in Korean, right?" Jungkooks brows rise in surprise at her, wondering when she'd learned Korean.
She giggles at his expression, turning to order herself a refreshing drink. He follows her lead, not having much taste for anything other than an iced americano. They move to the side to wait for their drinks together. "Alex and Joon gave me a few Korean lessons," Joy explains.
Jungkook hums at that, feeling his heart swoon a bit. "Good to know... if you ever want to learn more, I could always teach you, too."
Her pretty smile spreads as she looks up at him, "I think I'd like that."
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"Oh Jungkook, that is so good to hear!" Dr. Fitzgerald says, clasping his hands together and giving Jungkook a proud smile.
Jungkook bashfully looks away, down at his open palms. He massages one of them with his thumb. "She's so much nicer than I remember..." he continues. "At the coffee shop, she suggested we play a game called 36 questions—"
Fitzgerald chuckles, "36? Not 20?"
Jungkook shrugs, smiling at the memory. He thought the same thing at the time. But how was he meant to resist? "She said it was more fun that way."
"...was it?"
Jungkook nods. "We learned a lot about each other... after coffee we went back for our paintings. I let her have mine, she really liked it," he continues.
"Well that's nice, a cute gift," Fitzgerald adds.
"But it just felt too soon to say goodbye yet, so we kinda just spent the day together." Fitzgerald's smile grows at that.
"So what else did you two do if you don't mind my asking?"
"Well, since we both liked art, I took her to the university art museum. And after that, we were hungry again and the culture festival was nearby so we just had a bunch of street vendors. She liked the Korean street food I had her try," Jungkook says, tracing the lines on his hands, remembering the warmth of Joy's palm when she'd gripped it that night.
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Jungkook perks up when he feels his phone buzz in his pocket, quickly pulling it out to see Joy had texted as promised. He'd asked her not to use the doorbell or knock, glad she remembered.
He looks down at the snoozing puppy by his feet, he'd only just started to leave the corner of the living room that he'd claimed when he first got to the apartment. His floppy ears twitch every now and then, so Jungkook is careful as he gets up, trying to not make much of a sound. He picks up his slippers and carries them with him to the door, tiptoeing to go answer it.
He doesn't waste time peeking out, unlocking it and seeing Joy's sweet face. She's wearing a canvas bag on her shoulder, her pretty smile growing as she peers up at him. "Hi, Jungkook," she greets him warmly, her voice especially soft. "Where's the baby?"
He chuckles at her enthusiasm, letting her in. He swallows the lump growing in his throat, trying not to think too much about her being here. He'd never invited anyone over before. Ever. Bam is the only other thing with a heartbeat that's been inside his apartment.
"He just fell asleep," Jungkook whispers softly, showing her to his open living room. "He's kinda shy."
Joy giggles softly at that, "Just like you," she swoons. She stops in her tracks, holding her breath the moment her eyes land on him. The little brown heap curls up on the floor, right where Jungkook had left him. He's relieved, Bam doesn't like being left alone yet. If he wakes up at night, he'll cry and wander the apartment to find him.
Joy holds her hands over her heart, "He's tinier than I thought."
"I think he's younger than I was told," he admits with a chuckle. "I don't even think he's been properly weened."
"Aw, poor thing," she coos sympathetically, looking up at him for permission. "Is it okay if I get closer?"
"Yeah," he assures her. "He won't bite."
"I know, I just don't wanna scare him," she enthuses, being gentle as she tiptoes closer to the snoozing pup. He stirs despite her quietness, she carefully sinks to the floor, crossing her legs to watch him.
Jungkook slowly joins her on his floor, feeling his heart throb at how close the two of them are to one another. It makes his skin feel hot. Though before either of them can say something to break the silence, Bam shifts in his sleep, a soft cry emitting from him.
Joy covers her mouth, endeared by the adorable, vulnerable sound. "He really does sound young," she agrees.
Bam rolls over onto his side, exposing his round, pudgy puppy belly. His big paws twitching as he dreams. Joy just about squealed, but she restrains herself, looking to Jungkook with excitement. "I feel like the guy was in a rush to sell them. Look," he points at Bam's mouth, the tip of the puppy's tongue poking out. He's making sucking motions with his mouth.
"Oh my goodness, that's so precious...!" Joy whispers, clenching her fists and shaking them. "He must give you a hard time at night, though?"
Jungkook chuckles, covering his mouth as he yawns. "I swear, it's like someone handed me a furry newborn."
"Aww," Joy coos, "I know you're a good Daddy, though." He blinks at that, trying not to give it too much thought. He just hadn't anticipated hearing that word leave her mouth, especially not in reference to him.
"He gets sleepy after he eats," Jungkook moves on. "Can hardly keep his little head up."
Joy watches Bam's tail sway in his sleep, "So he'll need to go out soon?" She asks eagerly. "Can I come?"
"Of course you can," Jungkook agrees, before he can think. He blinks, suddenly remembering that he's yet to train Bam to go outside. "A-Actually, well, I'm training him to go in the laundry room for now, until he's a little older. But we can still go for a walk, i-if you want." He physically stops himself from rubbing his neck, settling instead with rubbing his knee.
Joy chuckles fondly, though she's looking right at him when she does. "Only if you want to. Don't want to stress the poor baby out, do we?" It would be Bam's first walk outside, after all. It would take a lot, seeing as Jungkook lives quite high up. Bam didn't handle the elevator ride very well when Jungkook first brought him home.
"Right," he agrees. "Another time, then." He looks at her canvas bag, seeing a glimpse of something fuzzy inside.
She notices his curious gaze, and he feels flustered. But before he can apologize, she pulls the bag off and starts to rummage through it. "I was gonna wait for him to wake up, but maybe I ought to run these by his Daddy first."
She said it again, so casually. Jungkook feels his ears burning, his diaphragm flushing with an inescapable heat.
He watches her carefully pull out dog toys, one by one. He stares in astonishment, and she smiles a bit bashfully. "I guess I figured he ought to have a welcome home gift," she admits. "Maybe I splurged a bit. I was excited."
He shakes his head, chuckling as he looks at the toys she'd brought. None of them are too noisy, which he greatly appreciates. "Thanks, Joy. I'm sure he'll love them."
She waves her hand dismissively, though he notices the tips of her ears blooming red, much like his do.
Bam stirs again, blinking wearily at them both. Joy holds her breath again, covering her mouth with her hands. Jungkook chuckles at her enthusiasm, not having thought she'd be so eager just to see his dog.
Bam whines, straining as he rolls onto his stomach and stretches his legs. He sniffs the air, his big hazel eyes landing on Joy.
Anxiously, the puppy rushes over to Jungkook, struggling to climb into the space between his crossed legs. The pair coos endearingly, Joy giggling softly. "Oh my goodness, he really is shy!"
Bam peers at her from the safety of Jungkook's thigh, his big heavy paws placed firmly on Jungkook's leg. He gently strokes the pup's head. "It's alright, Bam. This is Joy. You'll be seeing her around more."
Bam's long tail sways side to side as he looks at her, especially when Joy grabs one of the toys she bought him. Bam is intrigued by the fuzzy lion, sniffing at the air as she gently shakes it in front of him.
Joy coos at Bam, "How cute. He went straight to you for protection."
Jungkook chuckles, "He's pretty clingy. He doesn't want to leave my side. You should hear him cry when I'm in the bathroom."
Joy hums endearingly, "Maybe he's got anxiety," she wonders aloud.
"Well that would make two of us," Jungkook says softly, mostly under his breath. He looks down at Bam, rubbing the place between his floppy ears. He gently lifts him up, "Go say hi, Bam."
Joy freezes when he places the puppy in her arms. Bam squirms until she gently strokes his head and back, cooing adoringly at him. "What a sweet little baby. I almost don't want you to get big."
"Not so bad, right, Bam?" Jungkook says in Korean, and his voice seems to make the pup relax more in her arms. He watches his little tail wag side to side, burrowing himself into Joy's bust. Jungkook narrows his gaze at his puppy, "Yah, don't rub it in." He continues in his native tongue. He hadn't given it much thought, but Bam got to cuddle Joy before he did. And maybe it's a little unfair.
She gently kisses the pup's furry face, earning a few licks in return to her cheek. Okay, it's pretty unfair. But hearing her gleeful giggle makes it worth it.
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"So that's what's been eating up all your time," Fitzgerald says. "Puppies are a lot of work."
"She makes it easier," Jungkook admits. "When I got him trained to go outside she liked to join us on our walks. Bam really likes her." Dare he say, Bam has a crush on her, too. But he liked her first.
"So the two of you are spending a lot of time together...?" Fitzgerald says, his leading tone hinting at something more. Jungkook sheepishly bobs along.
"Yeah..."
"Like... dating?"
Jungkook looks at his hands again, hesitating, "Um... sure."
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"Good boy," Jungkook praises Bam, his dog quietly lying down in his cage to sleep. He sighs to himself, gripping his roots hard.
It'd been quite a rough day, people-wise at least. Since reconnecting with Joy, things haven't gotten this bad in a while but he supposes today is the exception.
His anxiety had built up and accumulated. He was out on a run with Bam this morning and people kept staring. A woman had caught him off guard and stopped him. His heart was beating so loud in his ears that he hadn't heard what she was asking him. Something about Bam.
He doesn't want it to shake him up as much as it is. When he got back home, Bam spent the whole day glued to his side, rubbing his large body into his leg every chance he got. He could easily sense Jungkook's anxieties, especially when they build up like this.
Bam whines softly, his head lifting up as he stares at Jungkook, his long snout poking from the inside of his open cage. "Down, Bam," Jungkook orders him gently in Korean. His dog obediently listens, though he continues to stare up at him with worry in his hazel eyes.
His chest feels heavy, like he'd somehow inhaled an entire tub of molasses or something. He grips his shirt in a fist, getting up and heading over to his medicine cabinet. He has a couple of his prescription pills left. He ought to contact Dr. Fitzgerald again, it's been a while since they last had an appointment. but if he's starting to have these attacks again, maybe he can get a refill on his prescription.
He doesn't bother wasting time with a glass, swallowing the pills and chasing after them with a couple handfuls of water. He flings his wet hand, heading for his couch to try to distract himself. Fitzgerald always suggests he find something to snack on, but he can't imagine trying to stomach something now. And it's getting late, he would definitely fuck up his regimen. He's due for another round of strength training at the gym. If only it were open now, he'd try blowing off some steam. Maybe then his heart wouldn't feel so damn jittery.
To his surprise, there's a soft knock at the door. Jungkook blinks, turning from the tv to look at it. He certainly hadn't expected company tonight, especially not when he feels so shitty. He gets up before the gentle knocking can persist.
He feels flustered, a bout of embarrassment overwhelming him at his casual attire. He'd neglected to keep his shirt on after a long shower.
He pulls the door open, seeing Joy standing there. "Joy...!" he mutters his surprise.
Her arms are folded, her usually warm smile is a bit dampered. She has her arms folded over her bust, and what looks like rain on her jacket. "...I-I thought you went to a conference?" he mutters. Her company sponsored her to travel for some science-y thing across the country.
She nods, her eyes trailing down to her eye level—right in line with his nipples. Fighting the urge to cover his chest, he steps back to let her in, realizing how rude he was being to keep her waiting. "Yeah..." she mutters vaguely, her voice is noticeably flat.
Jungkook places his hands on his hips, concern knitting his brows. "...um, did everything go okay?"
Joy shrugs, her arms still folded over her bust. He takes her jacket to hang by the door with his other ones. It's been getting cold outside, which means his place is warm. He doesn't want her overheating.
He does a double-take at her attire. She's dressed in what looks like pajamas: a baby pink cami top paired with sweatpants. Her skin is glistening, he forces himself not to gawk at her cleavage, quick to turn away and hang her jacket.
"Bam's asleep?" she wonders.
Jungkook nods, not missing how she'd avoided his question. "He should be. But he's been duping me lately," he says, trying to lift her dampened mood. Her smile twitches a bit at that, but doesn't spread much further.
"Thanks for letting me in, Kookie," she whispers.
"No problem—" he freezes.
Did she just call him 'Kookie'?
Is that where they are now? Oh god, he'd never really had much of a nickname before. At least, not from a girl.... well, not a girl that isn't his mother. But he was just a kid, back then and—
Joy raises a brow at him, "...is it okay if I call you that?" she asks slowly. "I don't wanna make you uncomfortable."
"No, no... I mean yes...! Um..." his hand gravitates to his neck, he rubs it as he looks away from her, wishing the walls would cave in around him already. His heart is in his fucking throat, now.
He hears a soft giggle from her, looking up from the ground to see her smiling fondly. Her smile seems to have grown a bit, he watches her eyes trail over him for a moment. "Do you mind if I join you?"
"Um, sure— I-I mean, well... I'm not really watching anything." God, just smite him already.
She turns back to the tv, the only source of light in the room. His apartment is bathed in glowing blue light; with the way Jungkook's heart is going, he wishes one of the shadows could just swallow him somehow.
He ought to relax. It's not like she hasn't been here before. It's just Joy.
... but it isn't just Joy. It's Joy.
And she's never come over this late before. He joins her on the couch, hearing a soft moan from his tv. His eyes gape at the graphic sex scene on his tv. Good God, she's gonna think he's a creep. He scrambles for the remote, switching it to another random channel. Some station showing tv shows that are older than his parents.
Joy giggles softly at him, "I hope I'm not intruding," she says quietly. "I know it's sudden, I just... I guess I didn't feel like being alone right now."
Well, he knows the feeling. But he can't help but wonder why she chose him. Her close friends always seem to bring her comfort. He's met a few of them a handful of times, they all have a welcoming presence about them.
Jungkook hesitates to ask, unsure how appropriate it would be for him to pry about something so personal. He doesn't want to be invasive and possibly ruin their friendship. But his mouth betrays him again, like the communication from his brain had been severed or something, "Did something happen?"
Joy sighs, and he cringes at the noise. She looks down at her lap, he doesn't dare follow suit. One short glimpse at her body and he wouldn't manage to look away. "My ex was at the conference," she mutters.
"Oh..." Jungkook says, wanting to kick himself for not having a better response. God, were those pills expired or something? Why is his heart still racing?
Joy simply shrugs, turning to look up at Jungkook beside her. "It was... fine, I guess, but... I dunno. I guess it's just hard to see him so happy when we were so damn miserable before we broke up. He's got a kid on the way already." She scoffs to herself, shaking her head in disbelief.
Jungkook bites his lips as he ponders something to say, hoping it's the right thing. "Sorry to hear that, Joy."
"Well, it's life, y'know?" She says dismissively.
Jungkook hums, "I mean, sure, but... there's nothing wrong with feeling hurt about it." They were engaged after all, before the asshole broke it off.
Joy sighs uneasily, blinking a few times. For a moment, her eyes appeared glassier in the flickering blue light. "Thanks, Kookie," she says softly. He watches her swallow a lump in her throat. "Have I told you how great of a friend you are?"
He feels his cheeks get warm, trying to dismiss it. "W-Well, I'm only saying the truth."
"And I'm glad you think it's important that I hear it," she says, refusing to let him brush it off. "I really appreciate that... I appreciate you."
Jungkook feels flustered, rubbing his clammy palms on his knees. "Me too," he musters, unsure if he can say much more when it feels so hard to breathe around her. She smells perfumey, like she's fresh out the shower. The aroma mixes pleasantly with the scent of rain still on her. It's enticing.
"No, I mean it, Jungkook," she insists, sitting upright and turning to him more fully. Now he has a full view of her perky breasts; he resists looking down with every fiber of his being. He doesn't want to disrespect her, especially now that she's being so sincere. He never found himself worthy of much praise. "You really are the kindest man—the kindest person—I know. I really want you to know that."
He nods along, confused by her leading tone. Her eyes trail down, he can practically feel her gaze dripping down his neck, his collar, landing on his bare chest, tracing the tattoos adorning his arm.
She leans up, closer to him. He can feel the heat of her body as she comes closer. His body tenses, he almost leans back, worried for a second that he was somehow in her way. Maybe she's just reaching for the remote, or there's something behind him. But her soft hand lands on his shoulder.
Jungkook swallows, his skin flaring up all over. And before he can think, her eyes are closing, and she's pressing her lips to his. Not his cheek, or his jaw—his lips.
His lids flutter closed and he melts into it. Her plump lips are so damn soft, and luscious. It makes his lips tingle, and he doesn't want to part for breath. But she pulls away, their lips smacking softly when they part.
Jungkook blinks, still frozen. He realizes his hand is gripping something hard, looking down to see it's her thigh. His heart thuds at the sight. Oh God, maybe he came on too strong, what if she thinks—
Joy's pretty smile spreads, and she giggles softly at him. "You okay there, Kookie?" she asks, amused by how frozen stiff he suddenly is.
"Um..." He tries to snap out of it. "Yeah. I just... yeah." he bobs his head like an idiot.
He'd never been kissed before.
He can feel traces of moisture still on his lips, wanting to reach up to touch it. Though she beats him to it, swiping her thumb over his pink lips.
Jungkook's chest feels taut as her hand glides down it, slipping gently over his stomach and above his waist band. Goosebumps rise aggressively on his skin as he watches, swallowing the growing lump in his throat. He hoped those pills would kick in sometime soon, he isn't sure he can take the rapid thudding of his heart much longer.
She hums observantly, "You look nervous..."
His mouth gapes for a moment, he isn't sure how to admit this to her, not without being judged. Her hand sinks lower down his stomach, grazing his waistband. "Is this okay?" She asks, looking into his eyes and holding them. Rather than stammer like an idiot, he bobs his head, subtly gripping the cushions beneath them. He hopes she won't notice.
Her smile graces her pretty features, and an anxious pang stirs his chest when her fingers dip beneath his waistband, peeling it back and exposing his skin. He clenches his stomach, trying not to let the anxiety overwhelm him and make him sick or something.
She chuckles softly, slipping off his couch and sinking down onto her knees in front of him, using both her hands to pull his garments down. Jungkook tries to steady his breathing. If you look close enough, you could literally see his heartbeat quake in his chest. She looks down at his hot crotch, biting her lips as the slow, crawling pace of her movements finally revealed what she was after. Jungkook can feel himself sweating, he'd never been this aroused in front of another person in his life. Well, not when they were noticing it. His heart stutters when they watch his flushing member spring straight up. He wants to shrink in on himself, to get up and lock himself away in his room inevitably.
But she simply bites her lip, a fire igniting in her lustful gaze. She doesn't say anything, which makes his nervousness more agonizing. She notices the strained grip he has on the couch, "You're sweating, Kookie," she notes, casually gripping his shaft and wrapping her fingers around it. Her hand starts to glide slowly down it. He bites back a pitiful groan at the unfamiliar sensation. Her hand is much smaller than his own, though somehow it felt exceedingly more appealing.
His face starts to flush as he feels precum starting to surface and slip down, though she collects it with her fingers and continues to massage his member. Her hand glides down to the base of his crotch, slipping all the way back up to his bright pink tip. He feels his stomach getting hot, especially as she regards him with that sinful sultry gaze. The pad of her thumb circles his tip, spreading the moisture around. He embarrassingly lets out a groan, shutting his eyes at the bliss. "J-Joy..." he starts, watching her pretty smile grow on her moist lips.
"Just relax, Kookie," she whispers softly. He can feel her cool breath fanning him. His body cringes, parted legs trying to close so he can shrink himself. With her free hand, she pushes his thighs apart, giving herself more room. "You're so tense."
He huffs hotly, unable to help watching her hand move at it's steady pace. Her fingers are slick, his arousal is so overwhelming that his precum is practically pouring down his shaft. She hums in amusement, peeking up at Jungkook's eyes again. She adjusts herself to stand on her knees, using her other hand to grip his balls. Jungkook inhales sharply, though she uses her elbows to keep his thighs pinned apart. He tries not to squirm and writhe, though she's steadily bringing him to his brink. He's more used to hard, fast pumping, not a gentle pace. She seems to be carefully taking her time with him. She mutters something about how heavy he feels—the comment makes his body twitch.
He looks down her shirt at her cleavage, even more exposed than before as she leans over him. She seems to notice his gaze, pulling her hands away and smirking at him. Jungkook pants in exasperation, watching her sit back and pull her cami off. He swallows, feeling his eyes go wide at the sight of her lacy black bra. Her breasts are perky and huge, they look like pillows. She giggles at the look on his face, reaching toward her back, where he hears her unhook the latch that holds her breasts up. She sheds her bra and tosses it onto the couch beside him. She pulls herself back up toward him, and his eyes hypnotically follow her perky, soft breasts as she squeezes them around his shaft.
"Holy shit," he murmurs, feeling his head drop back onto his couch. He grits his teeth, doing his best to hold back as the soft, pillowy, hot sensation of her breasts engulf him. He fights another groan, though they were getting increasingly difficult to suppress.
"You don't have to be quiet," she whispers sweetly. God, his head is starting to spin. He picks his head back up, staring down at her face. He feels his dick twitch, which she seems to notice. "Don't hold back, Kookie," she softly advises him, wrapping her plump, glistening lips around the head of his member. She groans, and the vibration makes him shudder.
"Joy..." he warns her, voice straining. She peeks up innocently at him, her warm eyes refusing to release his gaze for a few solid beats. Her warm tongue slithers around his tip. He curses, balling his fists and curling his toes, though his release is difficult to fight.
Her head sinks down as far as she can manage, and her moist throat engulfs him entirely. His hips jerk harshly, he drops his head in defeat, groaning out loud as his orgasm courses mercilessly through him. The effects of it makes his stomach taut, and his legs twitch. His face flushes red as he realizes the location of his release, though he feels her throat close. He flinches at the sensation, watching her lift her head back up. The wet slurps from her mouth make his stomach hot all over again.
She grips her breasts, moving them up and down for a few beats before his hips spasm again. He grimaces, hardly realizing he'd ejaculated directly onto her beautiful chest. She chuckles at his horrified expression. "S-Sorry...!" he says when he comes back to his senses, studying the pearl necklace he'd just given her. Joy wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, giggling at him.
"You're so cute, baby," she states, standing up and grabbing her shirt to wipe off the cum on her chest. Jungkook is too embarrassed to move, not to mention he feels unexplainably drained by that experience. It was really overwhelming. She grabs her purse hanging with her rain jacket, reaching into it and pulling out a condom. She tears into it with her teeth, approaching him again. She stands between his knees, slipping it onto him. He'd gone a bit soft after the whole ordeal, though he isn't as hypersensitive. She leans back up, he notices her sweats are already lowered, staring at the black lace of her panties. She slips them down her long, smooth legs.
Jungkook swallows again, biting his cheek at the sight. He never thought, in his wildest dreams, that he'd see Joy naked. And yet here she is, entirely nude in front of him in the middle of his apartment. He stares at her bare crotch, hearing her soft giggle. He flushes with embarrassment as she climbs over him. Her hand sinks down between her legs, rubbing herself and spreading the moisture that had undoubtedly started to spread. She grips his shoulder with the other. He stares at her glistening lips, and she takes that as a cue. He resists the urge to startle when her soft, plump lips land on top of his. They both hum harmoniously at the sensation. Soft, delectable smacking noises leave their lips. She opens her mouth, inviting him in. He hesitates, but feels her hand gripping his hair, fingers grazing along the short hairs on the back of his head.
Again, he feels his dick twitch, leaning up and slipping his tongue between her lips to explore her mouth. She moans, and he feels her wet hand pull from herself and land on his toned stomach. She slides it down and reaches between them to grab his stiff member. He groans when she tugs it. A soft moan slips from her, and she parts from him. He leans back in to kiss her, though their moist lips barely graze.
She chuckles, "You can touch me, you know," she assures him, and he realizes how awkward he'd been to not have already done so. She's naked and straddling his lap, making out with him, and he'd barely done more than grip her thigh. Her hand slips from the back of his head toward his hand, and she places it directly onto her plump ass. He can't resist the urge to squeeze it, which makes her moan angelically. She seems a bit surprised by his curious gesture, though amused all the same.
Jungkook watches her guide him toward her entrance, gently tapping it against her soft, hot flesh for a moment. He doesn't anticipate lasting very long.
"Oof," she huffs, sinking down and gripping his shoulders hard. "Y-You're bigger than I thought." Her eyes clamp shut as she moves slowly, sinking down until their crotches meet. Jungkook swallows, feeling the warmth of her silky soft walls closing around him. She grips him hard, and he pulls himself more upright, gripping her thigh comfortingly as she adjusts. After a few concentrated breaths, she settles.
"...Are you okay?" He worries, watching her face soften as the tension dissipates. She smiles at him, bobbing her head.
"It's just been a while," she admits. He nods receptively at that, blinking when her hips rise a bit, just to drop back down on him quite heavily. She must be trying to milk him dry. He winces, gripping her back as she repeats the motion steadily, letting her weight fall right back on top of him.
She curses, bringing her hips closer into him before dropping again. She repeats the grinding motion before sinking back on top of him. Jungkook throws his head back; this woman is going to be the death of him. A buttery moan slips from her lips, and he watches her lids flutter blissfully as she grinds her wet clit into him before dropping again. Their skin makes that crude smacking noise, and he can feel the moisture building around himself.
Joy moans again, seeming to get exasperated as she picks up her pace. She pulls his head into her chest, her breasts jiggling in his face. Jungkook takes them in hand, gently squeezing them. They are really soft, and her nipples are both erect. He circles his thumb around the tip of one of them, and wraps his lips around the other, Joy gasps in surprise, though before he can pull away and make sure he hadn't hurt her, she pulls his head into her breast more. Experimentally, he swirls his tongue around her nipple, hearing her moan a vulgar curse. Her hand grips his knee, and she stops bouncing, instead grinding her pelvis harshly into his. She whimpers out loud, especially as he takes more of her breast into his mouth and sucks on it. He hums in satisfaction, now he can see the appeal. He won't be surprised if he makes a habit of this in the near future.
"Oh shit," she whimpers, gripping his neck. "I'm cumming...!" Her hips start to jerk, but she continues her rhythmic motion to prolong her orgasm. It's quite strong, her walls clench him hard. He winces and resists the urge to release himself.
She pants, and they hug each other. He pulls his face from her breast and leans up to kiss her. She's a bit taken aback by his sudden assertion, but she melts into the kiss anyway. She yelps into his mouth when his hands grip her ass, and he starts to drive her hips into him. Back and forth, he directs her for a minute before lifting his own hips. She gasps, eyes rolling back hard at the sudden jolt. He focuses on that spot, driving his hips up into her again. "Jungkook..." she moans his name, voice dripping with lust. He kisses her lips softly, she seems unable to fully submerge in another make-out session. She keeps crying out at the bliss. He feels her thighs trembling around him.
Jungkook can't help the swell of pride in his chest, and it provokes him to smile at the notion that she's reacting so positively. He squeezes her thigh, feeling her hands brace herself on his body as he picks up his pace. Joy curses against his lips, sinking her face into his neck. "Oh God," she pants. "Fuck me harder."
He feels heat in his gut at that, surprised when she suddenly pulls herself off of him and leans over the arm of his couch. She tucks her hand beneath herself, rubbing her clit desperately. Jungkook leans up, kneeling behind her. It's a bit awkward to properly get his footing at first, but when he sinks back into her it feels just right. She moans out loud, and he stares down at her plump butt. He experimentally pivots his hips into her, watching her butt jiggle.
He grips her waist, noticing the dimples in her back. Their skin slaps when he thrusts again, he tries to search for that spot she craved, and it isn't long before he heard her gasp aloud. She leans up, moaning as he picks up the pace, trying not to get over ambitious and ruin the steady rhythm. With her free hand, she reaches back toward him, as if to pin his body to hers. She lets out a whine in exasperation, groaning as the wet noise builds and persists. Her body jolts with each hard thrust. She mutters about him doing it harder, and he hesitates to do so, but forces his hips into hers with a lot of might. He watches her plump butt as he does so, groaning to himself. She lifts her hips up into him, mouth falling agape as she endures. The arch in her back is deep, and she stops rubbing herself as he continues.
Her hands grip the couch tightly, and he hears her hold her breath, feeling her walls convulse hard around him. She twitches, exhaling roughly as her orgasm causes her body to shudder beneath him. Jungkook grits his teeth, though the hard pulsing around him provokes his release. They both groan in exasperation, he leans over her once he comes back to his senses. He wants to be sure she's okay, as she'd slumped limply onto the cushions.
"Get it out," she whimpers softly, and he complies at once, a bit alarmed.
"Are you okay?" he asks as she pants, watching her flip her body around so that she faces the ceiling. Her eyes are dazed, and she regards him with a soft smile. Her head bobs up at him. Her hand glides up his torso, feeling the definition of his abs that he worked so hard for.
"Do you feel better?" She wonders, and for a moment he furrows his brows to try to make sense of her question, then he remembers that sickly pang that haunted his chest before. It's completely gone, now. The pills never fully made it go away.
He blushes, "Y-Yeah... that helped." She grips his shoulder to pull herself upright, closing her legs.
"Good," she nods, smiling at him. He can't help tearing his gaze away. She cups his cheek, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "Can I take a shower here? I'm all sweaty."
He blinks, but nods. After everything they'd just done he still feels flustered by such things. She giggles and kisses his cheek.
"Feel free to join me," she whispers softly, chuckling when he swallows. He watches her stand up and collect her clothes. His head follows as she disappears down the hall into his bedroom.
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"'Sure'?" Dr. Fitzgerald quotes Jungkook. "What does that mean?"
"Well... we've gotten quite close. It's hard to picture my life without her in it anymore," Jungkook admits.
Fitzgerald raises his thick brows at that. "So it's serious?" He asks for good measure.
Jungkook nods along, "Very."
"So it's safe to say you would call her your girlfriend?" His therapist asks.
Jungkook dithers, but slowly bobs his head, smiling as it sinks in. "...yeah. She's my girlfriend," he admits sheepishly.
His therapist grins at that, "Well I'm glad to hear that, Jungkook. It's good to see you improving. Do you still want me to prescribe you that medication?"
"Well... I guess I don't need it as much as I thought I did." Jungkook mutters.
Fitzgerald nods, "Well, it never hurts to have them just in case. I'll prescribe you a less strong dosage, it should still help you feel better if you need it. So tell me, have you been practicing those social exercises I told you about?"
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"Hey baby," Joy greets, standing on her toes and planting a kiss on Jungkook's lips. She steps back so he can come in and shut his door behind him. "How'd your appointment go?"
"It was good," he nods. "I'm glad to be home, though."
She coos sweetly at that, pulling herself out his arms so Bam can have his turn. He copies Joy, standing on his hind legs to hug him, too. The couple chuckles at his eagerness. "Aww, you missed Daddy, Bam?" Joy swoons.
Jungkook rubs his dog's head affectionately, stepping back so he can get down. "How come you're not dressed?" He wonders, looking at Joy.
She bites her lip, starting to fumble with her fingers. "About that... the restaurant called. They couldn't reach you during your appointment with your phone off, so they called me. Turns out they overbooked for the night."
Jungkook sighs deeply at that, he'd been looking forward to treating her to a night out after his appointment today. "I'm sorry, Kookie. I know you were looking forward to that."
He shrugs, there will be other times. But he'd already ironed his clothes for the occasion, and she'd brought her dress over to change into. No use in forgetting all their efforts. "Maybe we can still do something," he says.
Ninety minutes later, he's carrying two dinner plates to his dining table. Joy gasps at the elegant presentation, "Lamb chops?" She asks, clapping her hands in praise.
Jungkook smiles at her, a bit bashfully. He'd been planning on saving it to cook for her another time for a later date. But now was fitting.
She looks gorgeous in her dress, she'd done her makeup and hair really nice, too. If anyone were to look at him from his balcony window, they'd wonder why they're dressed so extravagantly just to have dinner in his dining room.
He tosses his apron onto one of his dining chairs and joins her at the table. She swoons at how good his food tastes, smiling sweetly at him. "I think I like this better," she admits. "Beats a dark restaurant and pompous patrons."
Jungkook chuckles, "Champagne or wine?"
Her brows rise at his offer, "Um... wine?"
He smiles, having known she'd say that. He wipes his mouth with his napkin and heads over to his laundry room. Joy beams at the large, expensive bottle he cradles in his hands. "Is that what that was? I couldn't figure out why it was there for the life of me."
"I was saving it to drink with you," he says, grabbing her glass to pour in some white wine for her. She smiles, her pretty button nose scrunching a bit at his words.
"You are just the sweetest," she swoons, taking her glass and raising it to clink his. They both gingerly take a sip of the new wine, humming in unison at the sweet taste.
"Better than I thought," he admits. "Can't say it's the best thing I've tasted though."
He watches her plump lips purse, "No, don't be hard on yourself, Kookie, it's wonderful. All of it is. Thank you for dinner, I wouldn't have any other way."
He smiles at that, her slender hand reaching for his on the table. Her thumb gently traces the veins beneath his tattooed skin. "Thanks Joy."
She nods and hums, taking another, longer drink. She'd surely get a buzz sooner rather than later. "So what is?"
"What's what?"
"'The best thing you've ever tasted'," she says in a teasing tone, resting her chin in her hand as she looks at him.
Jungkook's tongue pokes his cheek as he tries to determine something to tell her. A lightbulb seems to light up over his head, though. She waits patiently for his answer, like she always does. "...I could show you," he starts.
Joy perks up, not picking up on his leading tone yet. They both cleared their plates anyway, so he stands up and she follows suit. Though before she can move, he pulls her chair away and turns her toward him, trapping her between his body and his dining table. Joy blinks in surprise, forced to sit with the tables edge pushing into her body. "Kookie..." she starts softly.
His eyes trail down her figure, her full breasts just barely poking from her dress. The slit up her thigh. He lets his hands travel up them, not caring about the crinkling of her dress.
She grips his neck as he leans into her, capturing her lips with his. God, she tastes good. The nectar-y taste of the wine having washed away any trace of their dinner. The taste is addicting, he can't help but to keep capturing her lips with his. She softly moans into his mouth.
Jungkook pulls away for air, gripping her back and starting to unbutton his pants and tug his fly down. Joy blinks, jumping when he shoves their plates further away and having her lean back some more.
He reaches up her skirt, and she jumps when his hand lands directly on her bare skin. He bites back a sultry smirk, she hasn't put on any panties for the occasion. He lifts her skirt, feeling her curl her legs around him, her heels pressing into the backs of his thighs.
Her soft thighs hug his waist, pulling him into her as close as physically possible. She grips his hair, kissing him deeply as he frees himself, wasting no time sinking into her. She gasps, throwing her head back at the intrusion. "Jungkook...!" She cries softly.
The dining table—once neatly dressed—was in complete disarray by the time he'd finished pounding her into next week. Though after her third orgasm, he wasn't quite done with her, yet. She whimpers when he lifts her up off the table, wrapping her long, quivering legs around his waist and carrying her to his bed. He didn't bother shutting the door, laying her down and slipping her elegant dress off.
Jungkook wakes to an email from his landlord about a noise complaint. He feels a bit embarrassed, though when she peeks at it over his shoulder, Joy finds it quite humorous. He can't help the small sense of pride he feels to have made her scream as much as she did.
He leaves Joy to shower and feed Bam while he goes to collect his mail downstairs. They'd woken up quite early, so he certainly hadn't expected to see his neighbor already at his mail locker, right next to Jungkook's.
He does his best to avoid his attention, though his neighbor speaks up. "JK... busy night, huh?"
Jungkook tries not to blush, blowing it off with a shrug. "You could say that."
🌺 Hope y'all enjoyed this one! Let me know what y'all think!
I’ve been meaning to post this for a while! It’s my AMBW One-Shots (etc.) series! I post these excerpts on Wattpad all the time, but I feel
Eyes, I felt piercing black eyes on me the entire evening, when I entered the ball room, when I was talking to my friends, when I was dancing with other men present there.
Those eyes belonged to the mysterious man who lives in our town. His name is Jeon jungkook. He is young and unmarried, living alone, no one goes near his house because it creeps them out, even me. Still the women soon over him from afar. Its rare he comes outside but today seems to be a special occasion that he came out.
He is sitting there like a king and is sipping blood red wine, staring deep into my soul.
I dont know why he is looking at me like that so I decided to approach him. Lifting my ball gown a little to allow myself to walk I made my way towards him. As soon as I reached him chills ran down my spine, his gaze made me weak in the knees, he looks at me like he wants to devour me but I muster up my courage and question him
"You keep looking at me Sir Jeon would you perhaps like to have a dance with me?"
" I see you have a keen eye, sure why not" He responds and gets up from his chair. His appearance is no joke. He is dressed in a neat elegant black suit with black shoes, his black hair neatly styled leaving just a strand to fall on his forehead. He is lean and tall with piercing brown eyes . He looks like a King ready to reign his kingdom. He offers me his hand and leads me to the stage where people are dancing. His hands are big and envelope my small hands, they are soft but surprisingly very cold. The music starts and his one hand wraps my waist and pulls me closer to him making me bump in to his chest. I look into his brown eyes which makes my heart go crazy and my stomach filled with butterflies. As we start dancing everyone in my vicinity started to fade away and I could only look into his eyes, his face with sharp jawline and his pink lips ,he looked even more handsome and ethereal up close. I could fell the tension growing between us but chose to ignore it and started a conversation.
"So tell me Mr Jeon what do you do for living?"
He chuckled and replied "curious now are we?"
"Well everyone in this town thinks you are mysterious"
"Do you not agree to that?" He questioned
"No, I think they are right, you are mysterious but I want to get to know you"
"hmm intresting, what do you want to know miss _____" He asked.
"For starters, answer the question I asked, what do you do for living?"
"Let's see I am a business man."
" Nice, how old are you Mr Jeon?"
He chuckled at the questions, "Too old for you miss _____" He said with sinister smile which sent chill down my spine. I decided stop and we continued dancing, we danced together for three songs and I was growing tired, Jungkook noticed it and spoke "why dont we take a break? Go somewhere secluded?"
"Oh okay sure, lets go" I replied and he led me away from there. I didnt really get what he meant by that question or maybe I did and I chose to ignore it but a bubble of unknown excitement was building in my stomach.
Soon we reached a place, it looks like a barn with all the hay inside it. He leads me inside and closed the door. I was about to speak when out of no where I felt his lips on mine. They tasted like honey, sweet and soft. I was too stunned to respond so he bit my lip which made me open my mouth and let him explore every inch of me and I couldn't resist and started kissing him back, I was no match for his pace.
Soon he started attacking my neck, leaving pecks and nibbles on my skin. A moan left my mouth "ah jungkook" and he started leaving hickeys all over my neck and was biting me.
He kept biting and biting so hard that drew blood from my soft porcelain skin, it hurt I started shouting his name but no avail. He wouldn't listen to me and kept sucking on my blood like a monster hungry for blood. Maybe that what he is, a monster disguised as a human being hunting for blood and killing humans, A vampire
He kept drinking my blood and didnt stop until he drank every drop of it, he dropped me on the floor and bent down amd spoke
"You were the tastiest blood I ever drank ______ , thanks for the meal, I will remember you or maybe not." He said smiling like a maniac and left me there to die.
