i wanna get prettier so that way people will never be mean to me or look down on me and when im quiet it wont seem like im lonely it will seem like im mysterious
Jungkook, the man every sane woman wants, has his eyes set on you only. He's willing to drop to his knees, fall at your feet and worship the ground you walk on. if only you'd stop messing around, and just be his officially.
genre – fwb au, unrequited love¿, smut, fluff.
pairing – jungkook x fem reader.
warnings – little bit yandere, again, pussy-whipped, obsessed, desperate jk, penetrative sex, oral (y/n receives), house breaking, a little bit of stalking, a lot of orgasms, mentions of multiple rounds, jk slurps while eating her coochie, pervy possessive jk, he's a little delusional, he sniffs her panties 💔, jealous jk, well most of the story is about jk is being desperate for y/n's love, car sex, y/n rides him, oh and big dick jk, etc.
wc – 8k+ (snippet 1,7k)
as self-centred as soojin is, she would give Jungkook her whole entire world, she'd give up anything and everything for him if he'd ask. chloe, as a petite as she is, would move mountains if it meant getting into his heart. maya, as confident as she is would change her way of living if it meant pleasing him. actually every single old love interest in his life would orbit around his axis if he wanted them to. but they were not really love interests to Jungkook. no, they were merely distractions. distractions from the woman who could own him in any way possible. the one woman he longs for with such desperation. the woman he's obsessed with in a way he should understand is unhealthy.
you. his beautiful, smart, sexy, perfect woman. you're not officially his yet, but he needs you to be or else he'll probably lose his mind.
Jungkook's life would be so euphoric if only you felt the same way he did. but you don't and just thinking about it is enough to depress Jungkook. he has it all – the looks, the confidence, the figure, the money. so why can't you just like him as much as he likes you? not to say he doesn't work for your love. he does. he works so fucking hard for it, without trying to embarrass himself too much, of course.
he does various things, trying to prove it to you, obvious actions that practically sing about how much he wants you. but you just can't seem to get the hint, can you? or maybe Jungkook's current worst fear is true. you know how he feels but you just don't care. that thought causes Jungkook's heart to tighten in his chest. he likes the first option, so that is the one he chooses to believe. as ignorant as Jungkook is, the intellectual part of him questions it. how can you not know how he feels for you when he does everything a guy in love would do? for a few examples, he cares for your likes and ambitions, he changes his busy schedules just to accommodate yours, he takes care of you when you're sick, he's constantly checking up on you when you aren't with him, he buys you flowers and chocolates. he makes the best love* to you, just like he is right now…
Jungkook grunts through gritted teeth as he thrusts as deep as humanly possible into you, hitting the perfect spot inside you that makes you let out a breathless, high moan of his name. the sweet sound you've made under him only motivates him to do it again and again. Jungkook thrusts his massive cock into your pussy, keeping his pace fast, hard and a little rough – just as you like it. your nails dig into his broad shoulders and rake down his back, causing it to sting. Jungkook groans at that, knowing it's going to leave marks on him. Jungkook loves any form of possession you show over him, he loves when you leave marks on him or tell him that he's yours. it's as if you know the power you have over him and you can see how badly you affect him.
Jungkook is one strong man, yet you have the ability to make him the weakest and most pathetic on earth. before you walked into his life, things were normal. he had gotten into short situationships, he fucked whoever he wanted, he could do whatever he wanted without you being in his every thought. but after he understood the depth of his feelings for you, things had become complicated and absurd. after a while, Jungkook could no longer live his life the way he used to. he couldn't fuck anybody else, he couldn't touch anybody else, he couldn't even bring himself to look at a woman who wasn't you. it would feel like he's cheating, cheating on you and cheating on himself – cheating on himself because you're a part of him, a big crucial necessity in his life. it shouldn't make sense, but it does to him. you're the other half of his soul, you just don't feel it like he does, as yet.
at the thought of his seemingly unrequited romantic feelings, Jungkook thrusts into you even harder than before, earning him a sweet gasp from you. he hums at the sound before watching you, your eyes are almost rolling to the back of your head and you look so heavily cock-drunk. well of course you'd be, this is the sixth? seventh round? Jungkook's hands that had been on either side of your head now move – one grips your hip, feeling your soft skin and the other goes to the back of your neck to guide your face to his, to meet him in a kiss. His kiss immediately starts off passionate, wet and filthy. you eagerly kiss him back, moaning into his mouth when his tongue slides into yours. you kiss him with equal fervour as he pounds into you so good.
you break away from the kiss, a string of saliva joining your lips to his. you keep your eyes open and on his, gazing up at him. he's sweaty and staring down at you with dark, hungry, heavy-lidded eyes. he looks so fucking hot, you're so grateful to have this beautiful man fucking the living daylights out of you, looking at you with such need. but beneath all the lust, you think that you notice something else. it looks so sincere, so precious. you think hard what it is you see there. you might have an idea, but that's just preposterous. right?
you don't dwell on that forbidden thought, since your seventh orgasm of the night is approaching. your moans become louder and you start clenching around Jungkook's cock. he thrusts become sloppy but he still keeps the animalistic pace, wanting to make sure your approaching orgasm is as good as the previous ones – maybe even better.
"f-fuck," he groans. "you feel too good, baby. always feel too good."
his praises always have your head spinning and pussy throbbing. your nails dig into his back as you mumble incoherent nonsense. you're on cloud nine, just as you usually are when Jungkook fucks you. he's the best you've ever had in bed, you wish you could be full of his cock every day and night.
"k–kook," you gasp.
"hmm?" he hums, looking at your parted lips and hazy eyes.
"gonna come." you mutter shakily.
Jungkook grips your thighs with both his hands and lifts you up a little. he finds the angle that's even deeper, making you whimper and arch up, throwing your head back into the pillows.
"yeah?" he asks before leaning down to lick your now exposed neck. "me too, baby."
you're so gone and drunk on his cock, Jungkook thinks you might finally agree to what he's been wanting to do for the longest time now – to come inside you. oh fuck, the thought of it makes Jungkook want to bust immediately. he imagines filling you up with his release, fucking it back into you, watching it drip out of your pussy. he hopes you'll finally allow it. he's feeling lucky tonight, perhaps you'll allow it since your walls are clenching so hard around his pulsing cock.
"want me to come inside, hmm?" please say yes, please say yes.
"no." you say, panting.
Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, feeling bummed. but rest be assured, he will release inside you one day.
you release first, crying out his name. he thrusts inside you a few more times before pulling out and releasing over your belly with a groan. he looks at your belly messed with his come, it's not where he wishes it was but it's still so fucking hot. after he reels from his high, he collapses beside you, staring up at the ceiling for a long while. your chest heaves and your eyes threaten to close. despite your body feeling like jelly, you decide that you really have to shower. you turn toward Jungkook, placing your hand on his chest, over his racing heart and throwing your thigh over his hip. Jungkook feels warmth spread through his body at the contact. he turns to you as well, placing a hand on your hip to tug you closer.
"can we take a shower, kook?" you ask, so soft and tired.
Jungkook smiles at how cute you sound. he'll obviously take a shower with you, he's more than happy to do that.
"yeah, baby." he says before gently kissing your forehead. "we'll go soon. I'm too comfortable to move right now."
"Jungkook the sheets are wet and i have your come on me." you state, threading your fingers through his soft hair. "let's go now and we'll come back and cuddle."
Jungkook nods, happy with that deal. he helps you out of bed and picks you up, carrying you to the bathroom since you're drained and walking on very weak legs – it's understandable, he's done a number on you. inside the shower, he steps behind you and turns on the water, setting the temperature to exactly how you like it. you lean against Jungkook and sigh in contentment as the hot water washes over your sore body. the both of you spend a long time in the bathroom – washing up thoroughly and sharing heated kisses. Jungkook initiates more intimacy by reaching between your thighs, but you smack his hand away with a little laugh, telling him that any more of this would leave you rotting in bed due to the inability to walk. he pouts but respects your decision of course.
after the shower, you both change into sleep wear and cuddle just as you've said. Jungkook brings you right against his chest, holding you tightly against him while breathing you in. he feels so full of everything nice at this moment. you're where you're meant to be, safe in his arms. he wishes that all of his nights could be like this, instead of a few nights only. he does appreciate what you do give him. after all you are the woman he loves with all his heart. he yearns for you in a way that borders on madness, so he needs all of you entirely.
note – hey pookies. i am posting the full part on my patreon first. so if you're interested in early access, you can find the link to the full part here — Tell me you love me. if you do end up purchasing, thanks a bunch i could really use the support. i will ofc also post the full thing here on Tumblr eventually!!
You're the only woman ben hooks up with anymore- but he thinks your ashamed of him. Time to prove him wrong.
|• MDNI (18+!) |• cw: jealous!Ben, unprotected P-I-V, oral (fem!receiving), creampie, cold!Ben but he warms up, hooking up, quickies
W.c: 1.8k (not proofread)
Ever since you've joined the group, you've had your eyes on Ben.
How could you not? Yeah, hes scary, hes the soldier boy, for fucks sake. but you cant help the way your knees wobble slightly everytime he speaks to you in his rough tone.
A rainy evening rolls in. The safehouse smells like motor oil, cheap beer and damp concrete. But it always does. Ben is sprawled across the ratty couch like he owned the place, boots on the coffee table while hughie argued with frenchie in the kitchen about explosives- atleast it sounds like it. You sit cross-legged on the floor, cleaning blood off a knife.
"...why d'ya always stare at me like that,"
he drawls. "People are gonna think you like me." You didnt even look up.
"People think alot when the days long."
He grunts. The thing was- you hadn't meant to stare. You never do- it just comes naturally. It started ugly and impulsive after a mission had gone sideways.
Adrenaline. Screaming. Bruises. The two of you alone in some ratty motel bathroom while water from the shower collected on the tile floor to drown out the noise.
One minute, you were yelling at him for nearly getting MM killed, the next he had your wrists pinned against cracked tile and you were kissing him hard enough to make his lips hurt. Not that he'd care. After that, it became a pattern. Quick, secretive, never discussed. Quick fucks against walls, in abandoned motels, even in the safehouse late at night when everyone was asleep, a hand slapped over your mouth to muffle any noise from your mouth while he rammed his cock into you.
And soldier boy- who had spent decades fucking his way across America without a second thought, realized one evening in a bar that he hadn't touched another woman in months.
Not because he couldnt.
No- because he didnt want to. Which was fucking ridiculous. He told himself it didnt mean anything when you rested your head on his chest after sex. Didnt mean anything when you absentmindedly played with the chain around his neck while half asleep.
Or on that quiet afternoon. You angered him on a mission, and fuck if he could wait until you're back at the safehouse. He cant. Thats why he has you on some scrappy, dirty floor, fucking you hard in prone-bone. The tip of his thick cock slams into that perfect, spongy spot inside your warm cunt, and you feel like you might cry. With your cheek smushed against the floor, and feet dangling weakly behind you, your hand reaches out, searching for something to hold onto while every harsh thrust inches you a little forward, and your hand finds his. Your eyebrows knit together while his scruff tickles the sensitive skin of your throat, and he quickly pulls out, still holding onto your hand while his warm cum shoots all over your back.
Not even that meant anything-....right?
That afternoon had stayed with Him. Your palm against his, breathing uneven and eyes squeezed shut while he held on so tight he thought me might break your fingers. People who were just fuck-buddies didnt do that. Right? But then the next day you'd barely look at him infront of the others. Like he embarassed you.
The bar is crowded and loud, neon signs reflecting blue and pink against sticky and nasty floors. Ben sits alone in some dusty corner, nursing whiskey while Butcher hustles some idiot at pool. You're sat at the bar waiting for drinks when some guy slides up beside you. Young. Pretty. Smug. Ben watches your face carefully over the rim of his glass, a perfect eyebrow slightly raised. The guy says something that makes you laugh politely, and then- he touches your arm. Soldier boys jaw tightens.
What. The fuck?
...why is he even mad- you're just fuck buddies, but hes still halfway to standing when you shake your head and say something short. Final. He cant hear it but the guy looks annoyed. You glance across the room one time- directly at Ben. Automatically, the guy hitting on you looks over too- but once he catches sight of the massive supe glaring holes through him, he basically evaporates. Right after, you grab your drinks and walk straight back to ben's booth.
"You looked homicidal,"
you smile a little, sliding him a Beer.
"I am homicidal."
At his words you snort softly and scooch into the booth next to him, slightly close like its instinct. Warm. Easy. His arm settled along the back of the booth behind you.
"You could've gone with him,"
he says casually, making your brows furrow. "Why would i do that?" He shrugs, pretending not to care. You stare at him for a second too long before looking away.
And only two nights later, you're back at it. Stubble scratching along your thighs, you moan quietly. He eats you out like a man starving, ridiculously- plump lips wrapping around your clit and sucking on it with a loud slurp.
Jesus Christ, hes a real womanizer. His beefy arms wrap around your thighs, stopping you from squirming with ease- one of your hands tangled in his hair while the other one braces against the sheets.
"....mm-, fuck-"
you whisper breathlessly. He only hums in response. "....mhmm?.."
A floorboard creaks outside.
Both of you freeze.
Then comes footsteps.
Your eyes widen in Panic. "Fuck-" and the doorknob rattles. In one panicked- intrusive reaction, you shove at ben's face with your foot.
Hard.
He stumbles backward with a loud thud into the nightstand. "OW-- Jesus fucking--"
"Shhh!" The door cracked open and inch. "Everything okay?" Hughie asks sleepily. He heard whining. You sit upright instantly, clutching your blanket to your chest while ben crouched besides the bed, rubbing his jaw with murder in his eyes. "Fine!-" you squeak. "I--uh--nightmare,."
Hughie blinks. "....Right. okay." The door shut.
Silence.
Ben slowly looked up at you.
"You kicked me in the fuckin' face." You'd almost be scared of him right now if you werent so caught off guard.
"I panicked-!"
"You panic like a goddamn mule."
You bury your face in your hands. "I'm-...sorry-."
But he barely hears you. Not because of the kick to his face- because all he could think of was how terrified you'd looked at the idea of someone finding out.
Not embarassed.
Terrified. Of him.
Something cold settles in his chest. Colder than it always does.
So he pulls away after that. Subtle at first.
He stops touching you casually. Stops sitting beside you. Stops lingering after missions to trade sarcastic comments while everyone else cleans up.
And you notice.
Of course you notice.
He can tell by the way your eyes track him across rooms now. By the little crease between your brows whenever he brushes past you without stopping.
Still, neither of you say anything.
Until one night, you finally corner him in the kitchen after everyone else went to sleep.
"You're avoiding me."
Ben scoffs, swallowing. Not nervous. Not really. Just....tense. "You're paranoid."
"Bullshit." You hiss.
Making you flinch, he slams the fridge shut harder than necessary. "Maybe i got tired of sneakin' around like your dirty little secret."
Your face falls.
The instant regret hits him like a truck, but he keeps going because hes soldier boy.
"You act like people finding out about us would be the end of the fuckin' world."
"Thats not---"
"You kicked me in the face because hughie touched a doorknob."
"I panicked!"
"Why?" His voice cracks through the Kitchen sharper than intended.
"Why are you so scared of people knowing, huh? Are you so ashamed of me?"
You stare at him like he'd slapped you. Then you laugh once- small and disbelieving.
"Ashamed of you?-"
"Sure looks like it."
"Oh my god." You drag both hands down your face before stepping closer.
"Ben, i'm- scared because this team is already hanging together by threads and if Butcher realizes we're involved he wil absolutely use it against us-"
He says nothing.
You swallow the lump in your throat, shaking your head. "You really thought i was embarassed of you?"
"When people get close to me," he says quietly, "it usually ends badly."
The honesty in that nearly breaks your heart. His expression had gone guarded in a way you rarely saw-- less arrogant, less untouchable. Just...tired.
You step closer slowly, fingers curling in the front of his shirt.
"I turn other men down because i want you," you mumble softly. "I sleep in your bed whenever i can, because i want to. There's no other guy who's hand i hold during sex-..."
His eyes search yours carefully, like he doesent trust what hes hearing.
"And for the record," you add, voice trembling slightly, "if someone had opened that bedroom door while you were eating me out? I would've died of humiliation because they caught me completely in love with you."
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Then ben kissed you.
Not rough this time,- not hungry. Just deep- and wrecked and relieved.
His hands cradle your face like something precious while your arms wrap around his neck.
"You love me..?" He mutters against your mouth like the words still confused him. His rough hands trail up your waist under your shirt.
You laugh shakily. "Unfortunately."
A huff escapes him- almost a laugh.
Then he buries his face in the crook of your shoulder, eyes closed.
"Mh,"
A few soft kisses get pressed against the smooth line of your throat, making you exhale shakily while one of your hands braces on his chest.
Your and ben's heavy breathing fills the room. His hands tug your pants off, and your hands fumble with his sweatpants too. Of course hes not wearing any underwear. Pig. Biting down on your lower lip, you spit into your palm and stroke up and down his length a few times, before he pushes your panties aside and lines up with your pretty cunt.
God, hes missed it.
Once he bottoms out in you, a grunt leaves him and a quiet moan leaves you. Every thrust feels different from the other times- Like you both finally admitted something thats been killing you. Your hands scramble for leverage on the counter and the back of your head hits the cupboard with a deep thrust. If only you could bring yourself to care. Your arms wrap around his neck.
"Nnh- mh-mh-mh-...shit..."
You pant. His hips move faster and faster until he finally throws both of you over the edge, bodys locking up and limbs tangled with eachother. He pulls out of you, his cum leaking out of you with ease.
