#jungkook ff

[demizzzz]

Would you ever consider writing more of college fuckboy Jungkook?? That fic was so cute and fluffy my heart was literally bursting! 🤗 Your writing is amazing, keep up the good work!!

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thank you so muchhh ·̩͙₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎𖹭 and yesss actually!! i’m starting a short series soon with fuckboy! best friend! jungkook x nerdy! reader trope, so maybe that’ll be smth you will enjoy too 𖹭 hopefully you’ll get to check it out pretty soon >_< 🎀

[demizzzz]

COMING SOON

𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴

: : Pairing; Best friend! Fuckboy! JK × fem. Reader

: : Genre: Collage/University AU, Best friends to

lovers, angst, slow burn tension.

: : Warnings: Unrequited feelings (for now) sexual tension, Jungkook being an absolute slut, excessive lip-ring biting/licking, possessive behavior, alcohol & partying, cursing, explicit sexual content/smut (specifics tagged per part)

𝓢𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼:

When you’re a total nerd who is pathetically in love with your fuckboy best friend, and your entire life strategy becomes "survive the year without blowing your cover."

But the question is...​Can you handle his teasing, cheeky smirks and suffocating proximity without letting slip the embarrassing truth that's ruining your life? (Probably not.)

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝔁

: : 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓪𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓭...

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮: okay sooooo… i’ve had this idea sitting in my head for a while now and i finally decided to actually do something with it ♥︎♥︎♥︎ First part is coming up SOON (i'm not planning for the series to be super long tho, only few parts probably) if anyone’s interested, i can also make a taglist so you can be notified whenever a new part drops!! just let me know ♡ྀི

©demizzzz 2026

[smoljimjim]

Only You • BTS JJK • Ch.17 [The Goodbye]

Description: Jungkook and Siri didn’t care that they were arranged to marry. They’ve only ever wanted eachother ever since they became bestfriends when they were 4 years old. Unfortunately, one sudden tragedy tears apart the life they were meant to share together. __________________________________________

>Pairing: childhood bf JJK x OC named Siri >Genre: childhood friends to lovers, arranged marriage au, angst, fluff >Wordcount: 2400 More series warnings can be found in the Only You Masterlist >> Notes: Not set in Korea. OC is named Siri/Serena/Serenity in ALL my stories - she is a brunette with blue eyes. DON'T copy my storyline or take any part of my work please

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"I wish things were different," Haneul, Jungkook’s mother, says as she reaches out to squeeze Siri's hands. "It's sad to see you leaving after we only just got you back."

Siri’s eyes sting looking at the woman who has loved her like a daughter since she was a little girl. "I know,” she says softly. "I wish things were different too. I'm really sorry I’m doing this."

Haneul is aware of the heartbreaking situation between her son and his love. After questioning why Siri suddenly needed to leave so soon after finally coming home, the couple sat the mother down and explained everything. Woobin's threats, the heir clause hidden within Jungkook's marriage contract to Jennie, and why leaving is the safest option for Siri. Haneul was gobsmacked and hated every part of it, but she understood why Siri made the painful decision to leave.

Now, Siri is all packed up and ready to go with Taehyung who is waiting quietly by a car alongside one of the Jeon’s chauffeurs. Before she could go, however, Siri wanted to say her final goodbyes to the people who have been her family for most of her life.

"Don't apologise, my flower." Seokho, Jungkook’s father, steps forward, looking all glum and full of regret. "This is my fault. I started this before you and Jungkook even met. I told him to choose his princess, his future queen. I believed I was giving him something beautiful, and I still believe he chose the right girl."

He gives Siri a sad smile before his eyes go dark slightly at his next words. “I was so focused on that future that I ignored everything else. I dismissed Woobin's anger and resentment. I thought it would pass, but I should've seen what was growing right in front of me. I should've realised I was dealing with a snake."

Seokho sighs, his heart aching at the sad situation. “We understand why you're leaving, and truthfully... I do think it's the safest choice you can make right now."

His eyes then begin to glisten, and Siri could see him swallowing thickly. "I just hate that this is where we've ended up."

Siri's lips wobble. "So do I," she whispers.

"You are family though, Serena, my sweet little flower.” Seokho places his hands on her shoulders tenderly, looking straight into her eyes so she knows he means every word. “You always will be part of this family, even if you’re not physically here with us."

Siri sniffles and nods as a tear slips down her cheek that she quickly wipes away. Haneul also sniffles and wipes at her eyes.

"At least this time you're alive,” the mother says, pushing a smile through her tears. "No more searching or wondering for us anymore. We'll know where you are, so we can come visit you.”

Siri nods again as more tears slip from her eyes. She wraps her arms around Haneul as she says, "That would be nice. Thank you for loving me."

Haneul hugs her tightly. "Oh, my dear, as if we could ever stop."

Siri then turns toward Seokho and embraces him too, and as he holds her, all he could think was that he had failed his family. He had spent his life believing he could solve any problem with enough money, influence, or careful planning, except now he stood helplessly in his own driveway, watching the daughter he had gained through love rather than blood leave because of a mess he had unknowingly created.

After Siri’s goodbyes are done with her in-laws, there was only one person left. 

Slowly, she turns and finds Jungkook standing a few feet away with his hands tucked into the pockets of his grey suit pants. He's already dressed for work in a matching grey vest and a crisp white dress shirt underneath with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. 

He had purposefully delayed going into the office this morning, wanting to send the love of his life off. Unfortunately, the moment he’s been dreading all morning has finally arrived.

His doe eyes are still red and swollen from last night, and honestly, they haven’t really had a chance to recover ever since Siri suddenly showed up at his office a few days ago. Jungkook can't help but think that maybe his eyes are destined to stay this way forever once she leaves.

He hardly got a wink of sleep after he made love to her last night, and he hasn’t really spoken that much this morning unless he had to explain something to his parents. 

Now, Jungkook is just standing there looking at Siri, trying to memorise every little detail about her. Her long dark brown hair. Her glacier blue eyes. Her cute button nose. How adorable she looks wearing his hoodie she stole from his wardrobe. 

He actually knows she stole a few of his shirts and another hoodie of his to take with her, but he didn’t mind. She can take whatever she wants from him, just like she’s going to be taking his heart and soul with her, too.

Neither of them move at first, or say anything because how do you say goodbye to your home? How do you say goodbye to your true love? 

Siri swallows thickly, "Kookie..."

Jungkook gives a small, sad smile as he pulls his hands out of his pockets to reach out for her. “C’mhere, princess."

Hearing that manages to break Siri from her soft and quiet crying, and she rushes towards him with a sob. Jungkook wraps his arms around her tightly, squeezing the living daylights out of her as he starts to cry once more too.

He really thinks he should be all cried out by now, but for some reason the tears have just kept on coming these last few days.

The couple cry and cry. They cry so hard that words become difficult to say because their throats hurt too much.

Jungkook buries his face into Siri’s neck and is eventually able to say, "I'm gonna miss you so much."

"Me too. I’m so sorry.”

Jungkook shakes his head to tell her to not be sorry as he pulls from their embrace. He then lifts his hands to cup her face so he can kiss her, slowly and tenderly. Wanting to remember the feel of her soft warm lips against his, and Siri kisses him back with the same tenderness, the same want. 

"I love you,” she says softly with a croaky voice on his lips.

"I love you more,” Jungkook croaks back. 

She chuckles lightly through her tears, "We’ve loved each other for over twenty-two years, you know?"

"And I'll love you for another hundred."

Siri’s heart feels like it’s flying for a moment, so she leans back in for another kiss, making sure every bit of her love is travelling through.

Once they have a moment where they’ve stopped kissing, Jungkook reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a sleek black eftpos card. He took it out of his wallet after he got changed into his suit earlier in the morning.

Siri furrows her brows with confusion, "Koo, what are you—”

He takes her hand and places the card there. "Take it."

Siri’s eyes widen. "What??" 

"Take the card.”

She looks down at it, not understanding. "But why are you giving me this?"

"Half of whatever's in that account is yours anyway,” Jungkook reasons. “And I can get another card easily. We'll both use the same account. The pin hasn’t changed either. It’s still the day you became my girlfriend when we were teenagers. 0613."

His thumb strokes Siri’s knuckles while the other strokes her cheek gently. "Take it. At least then I'll know you're eating properly, buying warm clothes, and getting coffee. I’ll know you’re living comfortably, and I won't have to lie awake wondering if you're struggling."

Siri sniffles. "Kookie—"

"Please,” he begs softly. "It's one less thing for me to worry about."

She smiles sadly and nods. "Okay." 

She slips the card into her coat pocket and Jungkook relaxes, mumbling a "Thank you."

The two kiss again before they rest their foreheads together, breathing each other in, not wanting to part just yet. 

But then, Siri slowly lifts her hands between them, and Jungkook looks down to see what she's doing. His heart drops as he watches her shakily slide off her engagement and wedding rings off her finger. She then takes his tattooed hand and gently places them into his palm.

Jungkook goes still, staring at the rings with a look of forlorn. He’s not just looking at jewellery, he's looking at years of promises he made to her. He’s looking at dreams of tiny feet running through their home, maybe with a dog or two, too. He’s looking at the life where they were supposed to grow old and grey together. At every single future he had ever imagined with her.

But now… Those futures sit lifeless in his hand.

Siri starts crying harder seeing that mournful look on Jungkook’s face. She curls her hand over his to close his fingers over the rings. "I love you more than anything, you know that, right?"

Jungkook could only nod as he was unable to speak. His throat aches too much. It feels too swollen and too full due to the agonising lump called heartbreak in his throat.

Siri reaches up, brushing away tears from his cheeks even though they keep on falling anyway. "Maybe in the next life, we'll get to have our family… We'll grow old together like we always wanted."

Jungkook can’t keep himself together again after hearing that. His lower lip trembles, and even more tears fall down his face like a waterfall because he doesn't want to wait for another life with her. He wants this one.

He wants her. He wants their family. He wants to make his own treehouse for their little ones. He wants to wake up and sleep with her in his arms, and he wants arguments over what movie to watch. He wants her stealing his banana milk, and to see her wearing his clothes daily. He wants to make love to her seven days a week, and to grow wrinkles beside her.

He wants everything, but he's losing it all. Again.

“Please try to be happy, Kookie.” 

He shakes his head, still unable to speak because he could only let out sobs and sniffles. He knows he will never be happy without Siri. He knows he won’t even try. He knows he’s going to die resentful, bitter and mad at the world for separating him from the love of his life again.

Siri leans forward one last time, pressing a tender kiss against Jungkook's cheek where her lips taste the salt of his tears. Then, with an aching heavy heart, she takes a step back. 

Jungkook suddenly panics like a frightened little boy. His left hand shoots out without thinking to immediately grasp hers. "No!" he whimpers through broken sobs, shaking his head.

Siri lets him hold her hand, giving him these final few seconds, even as she takes another step back. And then another. And another. Jungkook follows for half a step each time, refusing to let their hands separate, desperately clinging onto her fingers for as long as he can.

He holds on until the distance between them becomes too great. Until their palms no longer touch. Until only their fingertips remain, lightly grazing… and until they finally slip apart.

Jungkook’s left hand falls limply to his side while the other hand is still clutching Siri’s rings close to his heart.

She keeps walking backwards, not wanting to turn away. She doesn’t want to stop looking at her love. Doesn’t want to take her eyes off of him for even a millisecond because she won’t be able to see him again after this.

Eventually, Siri reaches the car and slips inside. Her reddened blue eyes are still watching Jungkook and still crying for him as the chauffeur gently closes the door. Taehyung quietly slides in beside her on the other side, saying nothing and giving her space. 

The car begins moving slowly, as if the chauffeur knew to take it slow so the couple could have their last looks at one another. 

Through the window, Siri lifts her fingers to her lips and blows Jungkook one last kiss. He raises his right hand that's still holding her rings, pretending he's trying to catch that kiss, then he places that hand back over his heart again.

As the car gets further away, Siri watches Jungkook as he starts to cry harder where his head drops forward and his shoulders slump and shake so prominently. She then sees a crying Haneul hurry to her son’s side, wrapping her arms around him, and Jungkook just folds into his mother’s embrace.

With every metre that separates them, Siri’s and Jungkook’s hearts feel as if an invisible hand is slowly tightening around them, squeezing until there's hardly anything left to breathe, to think, or to feel besides pain.

The car continues forward, and the Jeons become smaller and smaller until they’re out of sight. Their mansion disappears from view, and then there’s nothing but forestry behind and a clear, empty road ahead.

Siri keeps on crying, unable to stop. But sometime on the drive, something does make her stop. 

“Hey driver, we need to turn back around.”

Siri’s heart jumps and she snaps her head to look at Taehyung with confusion and disbelief, wondering why he would say that. “What??” she murmurs. 

The chauffeur does slow down, looking through his rearview mirror at Tae with confusion too. “Sorry, sir?”

“I just can’t do this anymore,” Tae mutters as he shakes his head, looking ashamed of himself.

“Can’t do what?” Siri asks with more confusion, her voice groggy from all the crying she’s done. “What are you talking about?”

Taehyung is quiet for a moment, and to Siri, he looks almost nervous and… guilty? Why? 

“I need to tell you something…” he says lowly.

“Okay. What is it?”

Taehyung couldn’t answer right away as he had to close his eyes and take a deep breath, looking like he had to prepare himself. 

When he eventually does speak, what he says shakes Siri to her core. 

"I've been lying to you... I knew who you were before you woke from your coma." 

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[jelly4jk]

WARMTH 》EP1

Older Jungkook as a psychologist x reader as a student (Mei) - also, neighbor trope ♡

There she was: nineteen, lost, young, and desperate.

It was a new city, after all. Her stuff was still scattered around the apartment, which smelled of fresh paint. Some things were left in boxes, while other items lay unpacked, looking forlorn.

Everything felt impersonal yet - but that was to be expected, wasn't it? No pictures or frames, no posters or decorations. Just dull.

But still, it was like a blessing. Her wish of finally living alone, hours away from her family, had come true. She was finally about to take that breath of new freedom.

At least, that's what she told herself every morning; that she should be doing better, that she had made the right decision to leave her toxic household.

In the midst of sorting clothes on a warm Sunday afternoon in September, her doorbell rings once, making her jump in surprise, causing the dress she just unpacked to fall to the floor, the sequins on it clattering softly as it hit the ground.

She walks over and opens it carefully.

Mei wasn't sure what she had expected when she turned the handle and pushed the door open.

Especially not...

"Oh, hello."

She mumbled, quite lost in his face. Her mouth stayed parted as she stared, too busy admiring him to notice anything else. He was gorgeous in a way she couldn't describe.

Dark, alluring brown eyes shone with an intensity that forced her to keep looking into them. Strands of hair that fell softly across his forehead; annoyingly attractive without trying.

He smiled politely at her before speaking. He looked so well-put together, so neat, that it was almost impossible for Mei to focus. It was as if her brain had stopped working, leaving her genuinely speechless.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he looked down at the letter in his hands. She gazed down curiously.

A big mistake.

Now, instead of looking into the eyes that had drawn her in just a second ago, she was admiring his hands. The way they held the envelope so surely, so calmly.

Not gripping. Holding. Carefully. Those big, veiny hands were just existing, its thumbs running along the edges of the envelope.

His equally captivating voice brought her back to reality, snapping her right out of it. "Good afternoon." His voice was deep, calm and melodic. Unlike that of any other person she had heard speaking before.

"Are you Miss Mei Amara? It seems like your letter got delivered to me."

The man was busy trying to clear up the confusion. He handed her the letter, their fingertips brushing lightly. His hands felt soft, comforting.

"Yeah, thank you. I've been trying to get into contact with the post office for a few days now without luck." Mei looked down, glancing at the letter, then looked up again. Her head tilted slightly to meet his gaze as she mumbled a few shy words of gratitude, about to wish him a good afternoon.

He remained standing in her doorway, crossing his arms. That action only highlighted the sharp definition of his muscles. The movement strained the fabric of his tight shirt against his biceps and forearms.

Everything he did screamed composure and deliberation, a trait Mei felt entirely incapable of matching. She was his complete opposite, standing restlessly by her door, her foot twitching against the floor while her fingers tapped an anxious beat against the envelope.

She assumed he hadn’t noticed. Little did she know.

"Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you around. My name is Jungkook Jeon. I live right next to you."

He nudged his head toward the neighboring door, prompting Mei to lean out to see it. His eyes glanced down at her fidgeting fingers.

A gentle expression crossed his face as he extended his hand, offering the handshake she was subconsciously asking for.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Amara."

Mei felt her face heat up. Quickly setting the letter down on the counter behind her, she took his hand. Once again, the warmth of his grip felt incredibly grounding. She laughed nervously.

"Please, just Mei. And it's nice to meet you as well. I just recently moved to the city."

He nodded once and let go of her hand, his gaze peeking past her into the visible living room.

"How do you like it here so far? Have you settled in yet? I know moving is a nightmare."

She relaxed slightly, nodding in quick agreement. He offered an understanding look, stepping back.

"Well, if you ever need a hand moving heavy furniture or are looking for the local stores, just knock on my door. And I don't mind taking your letters for you until the mail issue is fixed." He pointed back to his apartment with a reassuring blink.

"Don't be a stranger, Mei."

Relieved, she watched him step to his door. She waved briefly, thanking him once more before closing her door with a soft click. She turned back to the letter, her mind racing.

A few days passed without seeing him. But that didn't stop Mei from searching for him on social media. Finding nothing there, she turned to Google, where she uncovered several articles. He ran his own practice with a team of psychologists working under him.

When she found his doctoral dissertations online, her jaw dropped as she skimmed the text. He held a Psy.D. in Clinical Psychology and had completed specialized, advanced training at a psychoanalytic institute after graduating. This man was incredibly educated. Fuck.

With every word she read, her curiosity grew. He was a successful, well-off professional who had studied intensely and experienced the world. He was years ahead of her. She felt so small, so completely out of her depth compared to what he had achieved. He was an established doctor, while she was a struggling student with unresolved issues.

But that was exactly what drew her in.

Because of that, she couldn't contain her excitement when that familiar knock echoed through her apartment a second time. It was a stroke of luck that she had received another piece of mail, giving her the perfect excuse to see him. She opened the door, a bright smile automatically forming on her face.

"Jungkook!"

He matched her warmth, handing the letter over. "Hello, dear. I might start to think you have fans sending you mail every few days."

Dear. The word echoed through her, sending a sharp wave of electricity straight down her spine. Standing there in her doorway, she felt small beneath his shadow even though she was in no way petite. It was his persona; and she didn’t mind.

Not at all. In fact, a quiet, dangerous curiosity bloomed inside her, making her wonder just how easily he could unarm her. That was the day Mei found out something entirely new about herself.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she blurted out the words before she could stop them. "I apologize. But I also don't. It's nice to see you again."

His expression turned smug, the faint lines around his eyes and mouth making him look ten times more attractive. "Oh, really?"

She instantly closed her mouth, pursing her lips in embarrassment.

He chuckled softly, leaning his hand against her doorframe. The posture subtly trapped her in her own space. Not that she minded. He looked down at her, thoroughly amused, but never intrusive. Jungkook's absolute certainty and quiet confidence were intoxicating. She felt entirely drunk on his presence, even more under the influence as he asked her,

"Do you want to come over for a coffee?"

Read ep2 of warmth here!♡

☆ that was ep1 of warmth, please let me know what you think, criticism and suggestions are highly welcome! ☆

[jeonette]

heavy heat — 정국

you’re experiencing heat for the first time, and fortunately the only person in your vicinity is your down-bad and obsessed best friend. so he gladly fucks you out of it.

pairing : alpha!jungkook x omega!oc

warnings : size kink, jungkook has an obsessive attitude towards oc, mentions & acts of breeding, heavy dirty talk, penetration!!! ( p in v ), clothed sex, fingering, he eats her fucking pussy so good, creampie, slight nipple play, cockwarming.

the party you're currently at was far too loud for your liking, the drink in your hand was half empty, and the choice to chug the mixture of lime and vodka was definitely a bad call today.

you and jungkook were invited to your friend jimin's birthday bash, and he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

he made it specifically clear that the two of you wouldn’t hear the end of it if you didn't show up.

so here you are, sat at the kitchen counter in your short black dress. swinging your legs slightly while your half empty cup rested between your hands.

you were beyond restless today, and you had no idea why. your senses felt heightened and your mind was racing with too many thoughts all at once. more than the usual

your mind was at the brink of explosion when you saw a familiar figure walking up to you through the slight crowd.

the second your eyes catch jungkook, your face brightens up immediately, the restlessness melting away for a split second. without hesitation, you jump down from the counter, crashing into him.

"kookie!"

a light smile touches his lips as his arms catch you easily. smoothly letting his tattoed arm slither around your waist to pull you in closer against him, his thumb automatically brushing against the bare skin of your lower back.

"hi, sweet girl. you doing okay? had to step out for a little to handle tae." he murmurs softly into your ear, cheek brushing against your soft hair as he pulls back slightly to look at you again.

"m'okay kookie, although I think I shouldn’t have let jimin pour me this drink." you chuckle slightly.

"yeah? feeling lightheaded?"

"not really, just don't think lime and vodka is for me. I feel abit off. m'still okay though." you reassure, knowing by the slight dense in his eyebrows that he's starting to be concerned.

"a bit off, huh?" he asks gently, his fingers trace slow, comforting circles over the exposed skin of your back, grounding you.

he listens intensively to you ramble about how jimin ended up making you this specific drink, but half of his mind was elsewhere. his eyes casually darted over your shoulder, sweeping the room.

almost scanning the crowd near the both of you, just to make sure you were safe. protected.

he was always like this, he never bothered to hide his protective side, call it his nature — as he is an alpha. or simply call it, not sharing what was his. even if you didn't realize you were his, yet.

he tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you an inch closer. "told you not to let jimin pour your drinks anymore, bun. such a stubborn girl, aren't you? you never listen to me." he scolds, jokingly, taking the cup from your hand and setting it down onto the counter beside you.

his words cause you to pout lightly, "I listen to you.."

his lips curve up into a smile as he lets out a light laugh, “oh do you?"

"I'm listening to you right now. won’t drink again for tonight, kookie. now that you're here." you slur slightly, clearly tipsy, as you let your head fall onto his chest, steadying yourself against him as you feel him plant a soft kiss on your head.

"hello?! I've been yelling at you motherfuckers from across the room for the past 5 fucking minutes. you shit-heads deaf or what? the midnight movie's starting— oh, started. so get your asses on the damn couch." you hear jimin yell from exactly three feet away from the two of you. causing your eyes to slightly roll.

"mm, I'll go get us a blanket from the closet. save me a seat?" you ask, batting your lashes up at your best friend.

"course, bun."

🫧🫧🫧

the long main sofa was packed tight with four of your friends sprawled out under a shared quilt, and the single armchair on the left is already taken. that leaves the large, plush sofa chair tucked in the corner of the room. It’s oversized, but still clearly built for one person. without a single thought or hesitation, jungkook sits down first, leaning his back against the deep cushions.

you return with a heavy plush blanket, scanning the room quickly until your eyes met his.

he looks up at you in the dark, spreading his legs wider as he taps his thigh twice. "c'mere," he calls out softly, his voice low, making you feel all fuzzy.

you step over and climb into his lap, settling down without a second thought. It’s entirely natural for you two. you turn your back against his broad chest, tucking your knees up, and let your body sink completely into his. his large frame immediately engulfs you. he takes up the plush blanket from you, draping it over the both of you, tucking the edges neatly around your legs to keep you warm. a small, quiet whine escapes your lips the moment the heavy blanket settles over you. you suddenly feel strange, the moment your bodies touch.

you feel a weird, uncomfortable heat blooming beneath your skin. but instead of pulling away, you squirm tighter into his chest, trying to force his arms to wrap even tighter around your bare waist.

"you comfy, bun?" he whispers into your ear, lips grazing the corner of your ear — yeah, big mistake.

those words vibrated throughout your body, it hit every nerve. you swore you felt your hairs stand up.

"y-yeah. feels good, koo." Jungkook doesn't say a word more. but inside, his chest is fucking tightening. he was completely obsessed with how small you felt against him, how perfectly your back fit against his chest, and how naturally you sought his warmth. the fact that you’re actively tugging his hands tighter around your bare skin, asking for more of his touch, sends him off the fucking edge.

fuck, he loved this. loved knowing he was the only guy who could have you in this way. he loved being the only guy you felt comfortable enough with to hold you like this. he simply tightened his hold, resting his chin lightly on top of your head, letting his tattooed arms anchor you completely.

🫧🫧🫧

the movie was going perfectly well. you were comfortable, a little too much so, and you were fully immersed in the film.

but as the hour mark passed, an unfamiliar intensity of heat inside you made itself present. your skin started to feel slick, hot and sensitive. and your cunt began to pulse with a painfully heavy ache that youve never felt before. you can't stay still, you toss and turn in Jungkook'slap, shifting your weight, rubbing your back against his chest, completely unable to find a comfortable angle. "n-ngh...mm." you let out a tiny, breathless whine, murmuring his name under your breath. "kookie.." he shifts beneath you, his brows furrowing in the dark as he feels how restlessly you’re moving. his hands press gently into your waist to steady you, knowing that the more you move and rub yourself against him, the harder it is for him to keep his length from hardening. "bun, hey." he whispers close to your ear, his breath warm against your temple. "what's wrong? you cold? uncomfortable?" you don't answer. not because you don't want to. you physically fucking cant. you're too overwhelmed, your throat tight and your mind all hazy. you feel your cunt dripping with slick, knowing your panties were probably already ruined.

you were in heat. and what made it even worse, was the fact that this was your first time, ever. in a fit of restless frustration, you huff slightly, planting your hands on his knees, and push yourself entirely off his lap to stand up. he blinks, looking up at you through the dark living room. "bun?... you okay? what's going on?" you completely ignore his question. and as if driven by a desperate, instinctual pull you don't even fully understand, you step right back between his legs. but instead of turning around like before, you climb back into his lap and straddle him completely, facing him this time , your knees tucked on either side of his hips, your thighs pressed flush against his. and your soaked cunt pressed firmly on his clothed cock. this was far more intimate than anything you’ve ever done in private or in public. he let out a sharp breath, groaning at the feeling of your soaked pussy on his cock. his hands instinctively catch your waist to keep you from slipping, pulling you down further and right back against him. his heart was suddenly hammering against his ribs, his breath hitching as he felt the heat radiating off your body and the direct, flush press of your cunt against him. his eyes immediately scanned the room, feeling slightly relieved when he noticed the rest of your friends passed out on the couch. "b-bun...fuck, what're you—" he stutters softly, head thrown slightly back as his voice dropped to a trembling whisper.

"bun.. what is it? m-moving too much baby." you try to answer him. you part your lips to explain the heat coiling in your belly, but your voice catches in your throat. you start to stutter uncontrollably, unable to force out a coherent sentence. "I... I-I can't... it's..." before you can finish, hot tears overflow from your eyes, spilling rapidly down your flushed cheeks. he notices the moisture on his chest instantly. his hands scramble to cradle the back of your head and neck, tugging you closer until your forehead rests against his, gently lifting your face up so he can see your eyes in the dim light of the TV screen. "shh, hey, hey. baby, don't cry," he begs softly, his voice filled with desperate worry, his thumbs frantically wiping the wet tears from your skin.

"look at me, sweet girl. please, tell kookie what hurts. hm? what's wrong?"

oh but he fucking knew, from the moment you placed yourself onto his lap an hour ago. he could tell. it was obvious, after all — how could he not notice his girl acting all squirmy and different.

he just wanted to hear it. he wanted you to open that pretty little mouth and tell him you needed him. tell him you needed to be fucked by his thick cock, over and over again until your heat passes. but you couldn’t form words. the intensity of the sensation was too overwhelming, it completely drowned out your thoughts. it was starting to hurt like hell now. so instead of answering, a fresh wave of tears leaked out, and you let out a tiny, needy sob, burying your face into his neck as you pushed your lower body even harder, more desperately, into his lap.

you're hips started moving unknowingly, pushing yourself and grinding against him deeper.

"fuck— bun, talk to me, please. tell me what you need." he whispered, not knowing if he can hold on much longer without ripping your fucking dress apart.

"k-ookie.. hurts, please. d-do something." you finally let out, sobbing slightly against his chest.

"that's it, baby. where does it hurt, hm?" he lets one arm slither around your waist to pull you closer, if that were even possible. while the other caresses your silky hair knowingly.

"down..I dont— know." you mutter softly, nails clawing at his chest.

"hurts in your pussy, doesn't it, baby." he says softly, a slight teasing tone visible.

you nod frantically, grinding against him even harder.

"fuck— m'kay. gonna help you okay? need to carry you upstairs. think you can hold on f'me?" he asks, already standing up with you in his arms.

"think so— it feels.. feels a lot."

"I know, bun. just need me to fuck it out of you. promise I'm gonna fuck you s'good. just hang on f’me.”

jungkook was a complete fucking mess. he was so fucking into this. he was obsessed with the fact that you were in heat, and you wanted him to help you. he was a goner the moment you said it.

the door to the guest room flung open quickly, his foot then quickly shut it closed.

he layed your weeping figure onto the sheets gently, your dress was rode up — the big wet patch stained on your lace underwear highly visible from his point of view.

“you’re fucking soaked, bun.” his thumb ever so lightly traced your clothed clit, barely touching it when your body shook slightly.

“kookie… p-please, please it hurts.” you sobbed, weeping heavily as your back arched slightly.

“hey, hey. don’t cry, baby. gonna take care of you okay? gonna take these off of you.”

his hands traced up your thighs to slide your panties down, resulting in the cooped up slick to trail down and onto the sheets beneath you.

“fuck.” jungkook whispered underneath his breath, slipping his shirt and sweats off in an instant.

he wasted no time, plunging two fingers into your needy and achy pussy, while wiping your tears off gently with his other hand.

“f-fuck, prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen, y’know that?“

his fingers start to move faster inside of you, grazing the spot inside of you which causes you to squirm every few seconds.

“kookie! n-nghh— no I— it’s not, mmf.” you couldn’t make out any words, knowing you still felt empty. knowing you needed more.

but lucky for you, you didn’t have to say a thing. he knew what you needed — and he was going to give you exactly what you fucking wanted.

“gonna let me finally taste this pretty pussy?” he whispers, slipping out his fingers as he positions his mouth above your clit, breathing softly onto your sensitive bud.

“kookie please— wan’ your mouth.” you cry, tears dripping down every time you feel his breath against your clit.

“she’s achy f’me, isn’t she? all red and weepy f’me, fuck baby I could just—“

he’s a fucking goner, his tongue latched your bud harshly. signs of gentleness were no where to be seen.

his mouth was all over you, making out with your aching cunt as if he was starved for months.

he couldn’t care less about your sobs, his arms were already hooking underneath your thighs to keep you from closing them.

and your hands tugging at his hair only made him even more feral.

“s-shit, sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever tasted— don’t think I can get enough. needa have this pussy in my mouth every fuckin’ day from now on, baby.”

you were a fucking mess.

you were crying uncontrollably your back was arched, and your legs were trembling to the point you didn’t even realise what was going on.

all you knew was you needed more, you needed his cock.

“koo— m’gonna cum, please!”

“gonna cum f’me? you gonna let kookie taste you?”

before he even finished what he could say, your body was already shaking uncontrollably as you let out a rip.

your orgasm hitting you like a fucking truck, as you pushed your cunt into his mouth even more, unknowingly.

“my good fucking girl.” he pressed a light kiss onto your sensitive bud, before ripping your black dress off of you. leaving you in nothing but sweat and lust

his eyes landed onto your breasts, perked up and swollen. he swore he could’ve came right there and then.

he wasted no time, mouth already attaching itself onto your nub, wrapping his lips completely around as his tongue starts to work wonders

“mmf— kookie, need— need you inside of me, please!” you beg, feeling the need to come again.

his lips detached from your breasts as he brought himself up to slide his boxers off.

your eyes lock in at his huge cock being released from containment. eyes slightly widening, internally questioning whether it would fit.

“it’s gonna fit, I’ll make it fit, yeah?” he reassured, sensing the slight worry on your face.

you nodded slightly, pulling his face down towards you.

“kookie. kiss me, please.”

oh he was so sure his orgasm hit him this time.

he had never moved quicker, capturing your swollen lips with his. sliding his tongue in almost immediately, sparring you no time to think, and no breath to waste.

his free hand aligned his cock at the entrance of your cunt, the tip slowly pushing inside of you, causing him to groan into the kiss.

“bun— fuck. think I’m gonna fucking nut already.”

“jungkook, please. don’t care if it’s big just— just need you to fuck me. hard. please.” you begged.

“fuckk— gonna fuck you so well, baby. promise.”

he thrusted his hips forward with force, his entire length plunging inside of you fully, immediately hitting your spot.

“oh!— fuck!” you cried out, finally feeling so fucking full. this is what you needed. you needed to feel so full to the point you felt stuffed, stuffed with the only cock you could’ve ever possibly wanted.

he positioned his upper body straight, pulling your thighs towards him to make the angle deeper, as he started thrusting into you desperately.

he kept hitting bottom inside you, making your stomach bulge every time he pushes back in.

“fuck, feel that, bun? feel how fucking deep I am?”

“nghh!— feel you in my s-stomach kookie.” you barely let out, legs opening wider by instinct.

“look so pretty taking my cock, needed this all along didn’t you? wasn’t even about the heat anymore. just wanted kookie to fuck you right, yeah? claim you as his?”

jungkook couldn’t fucking stop, he was beyond obsessed. he was frenetic. he was entirely and utterly consumed by your pussy.

he was so sure he wouldn’t be able to continue living without the thought of fucking you every single day from this day forth.

“kookie— please, m’gonna cum!”

“just hold it f’me baby, gonna cum with you. gonna make sure I breed you right. leave you with my cum leaking. needa make sure it sticks, yeah?” he groaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy, as he felt his orgasm approaching.

“want that? want kookie to pump you full? gonna make sure you never sleep with an empty pussy.”

“I’m— mmf!”

you swore you had just saw stars— fuck that, you had just traveled to an entirely different universe.

your slick coated his cock entirely, as he watched the amount of cum leave your abused cunt.

his movements became erratic as he chased his own high, spilling uncontrollably inside of you. his entire length protruding, swollen and aching.

spurs of colourful phrases left his mouth as he emptied his seed fully.

“bun? hey— you feel okay?” his breath short, panting to stable his breathing.

about to pull out, you stopped him. “I’m okay, kookie. can we just stay like this, just for a little while. promise.”

how could he say no to you?

“of course, baby. gonna switch so you’re layin’ on top of me, okay?” he whispers, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before carefully flipping your position, caressing your waist slightly as he hears you hiss due to his cock grazing your walls inside of you.

he positioned you comfortably, pulling the stained quilt on-top of your naked figure, fucking loving how you were too comfortable to get off of his cock.

he fucking prayed for times like this, and now that he’s finally got it, he was going to make you feel like a fucking goddess.

“t-thank you.” you muttered, completely drained and exhausted.

“don’t needa thank me bun, would please you whenever you fuckin want, just gotta ask me. my sweet girl.” his hands ran through your hair, his lips occasionally brushing against your head as he watched you fall into slumber.

if jungkook had learned anything that night ; it was that dreams most definitely do come true. one way or another.

sasha’s note : WE BACK!!!! — and yes. I am ovulating. ❤️

[jelly4jk]

Teaser to : WARMTH

Older Jungkook x reader (Mei)

"Why? Why not me?"

Mei pushed at his chest in desperation. She tried so hard to move on, to forget about him, but it was downright impossible. He didn't really budge but sighs, averting his gaze away from her. His hands stop her hands from pushing him again. Jungkook's tone was stern nevertheless.

"It's wrong. Don't even try to bring up the topic again."

"But - "

He looked at her again, letting go of her hands, his fingers were trying to rub the creases, that were forming on his forehead out of frustration, before laying his hand on her shoulder as he interrupted her.

"Mei. I mean it. I'm many years older than you."

She shuddered as she felt the warmth of his hand on her shoulder, ignoring his words. She was way too stubborn.

"Well I'm not giving up on you. Since when is that an issue anyway? I'm tired of pretending, of hiding my feelings, and honestly?"

Mei placed her hand over his on her shoulder, covering it. Her touch left a sense of longing and despair. She needed him to change his mind quickly.

"I thought you would understand the situation, understand me. But no, you went ahead on a date with that stupid woman. You still fight me off. After everything that happened. Seems like you don't, after all."

He felt his heart crack a little. Of course he understood her well, but he had to be responsible. Just this once. Everything he did back then was different; reckless. He didn't even bother elaborating further about the date he had had.

"No, sweetheart. I'm sorry."

He gently grasped her hand that still covered his and put them down together, holding it as he searches her eyes.

"You should go and be happy with someone you deserve, explore the world with and feel youthful like you are."

She scoffs, intertwining their hands, which only made her heart race more and his skip a beat.

"That's bullshit. I've confessed my feelings, my longing for you. All you're doing is pushing me away. I'm telling you, I want no one else but you."

For a moment, they just stood in the middle of Jungkook's living room, just staring at each other while holding hands. The sun shone brightly into his apartment through the big windows, illuminating the glow of comfort she had always felt in his home but this time Mei felt everything but warmth. She felt left alone. Left behind. It was like the world paused for a moment and the hope that had built up inside of her seemed to get to a crushing hold. He slowly pulls away from her hand to cup her cheek, stroking it with his thumb lovingly, his eyes softening as he looked at her. She immediately leans into his touch, starved for his attention, his love.

"You're naive, love. Weak. You're so sweet, so amazing - but not ready. Please don't make me break your heart."

She blinked her glassy tears back feeling slightly offended but kept quiet, searching his eyes as he continues. Her nose brushed against the palm of his hand.

"I don't want to see you hurt, especially not because of me."

Read ep1 of warmth here!♡

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[lemonjjk]

lose control🔞 Jungkook x Y/N

genre: dom idol Jungkook, sub plus size y/n, daddy kink, rough sex, dark romance.

Jungkook is a very possessive man so when he sees you getting a little too close to Namjoon, he has to make sure you know who owns your body and your pleasure. Right there in his studio so he can record your moans. But the real fun starts when he loses control.

tags: dominant Jungkook, jealous Jungkook, plus size reader, cute reader, domestic intimacy, established relationship, Jungkook fucks you on the dinner table, pussy plug, Jungkook's fuck you in his studio and records your moans, rough making out, titty slapping, nipple pinching, rough fingering, manhandling, pussy spanking, daddy kink, Jungkook has a HUGE cock, sensitive reader, full nelson sex position, semi public sex, unprotected sex, Jungkook says the filthiest things, Jungkook calls you good girl, princess, my cockslut, you squirt so much you start spasming, hickeys, Jungkook takes his cum from your pussy and feeds you, Jungkook plugs his cum in your pussy, Jungkook princess carries you to his car.

total words: 5.1k

this snippet: 2k words

(this snippet contains first scene where jungkook gets jealous and fucks you in his studio and plugs his cum in your pussy. )

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The morning light was too bright, cutting across your kitchen table where you were trying to sip your coffee in peace. Jungkook’s shadow fell over you before you even heard him, his presence like a shift in the atmosphere. He didn’t say good morning. His hands slid under your sleep shirt, palms hot and possessive on your bare waist, hiking the fabric up as he bent you back over the wooden surface. Your coffee cup rattled in its saucer.

“Daddy’s got a long day planned for his baby,” he murmured against your mouth, his kiss deep and tasting of mint and something darker. His fingers found your heavy breasts, squeezing the soft weight of them, thumbs rubbing over your nipples until they were tight, pebbled points against his palms. You whimpered into his mouth, a sound he swallowed greedily.

His hand slid down, over the soft curve of your belly, his touch worshipful and claiming all at once. He pushed your sleep shorts and panties down your thighs just enough, his fingers slipping through your folds, finding you already wet for him. “Always so ready for me,” he growled, low and satisfied. “Even first thing in the morning. My greedy little cockslut.”

He didn’t bother undressing. He just unzipped his jeans, freed his cock—already thick and hard—and pushed into you in one slow, inexorable slide. You gasped, your back arching off the cool table. He fucked you like that, slow and deep, each thrust a deliberate claim, his hands groping and kneading your breasts, your stomach, your hips. His eyes were dark, locked on yours, watching every flicker of pleasure on your face.

“Gonna fill this pretty pussy up,” he promised, his voice rough. “Keep it warm for me all day. Think you can do that? Think you can walk around Hybe with my cum inside you, dripping out of you, remembering who you belong to?”

You were close already, his pace maddeningly slow, the stretch of him exquisite. “Daddy…please…”

“Please what?” he taunted, pinching a nipple, making you cry out. “Come on my cock? Go ahead. Squirt all over it. Let me feel you.”

You did, with a broken sob, your body convulsing around him as the pleasure ripped through you, wetness soaking his jeans and the table beneath you. He followed immediately after, his rhythm stuttering into a final, deep grind as he emptied himself inside you, groaning your name like a curse. He stayed buried in you for a long moment, catching his breath against your neck, biting lightly at the skin.

When he pulled out, you felt the immediate, empty ache, the trickle of his release. He reached for something from his pocket—a small, sleek silicone plug. He coated it with the mess between your thighs and pressed it into you, your sensitive walls clenching around the foreign object. “There,” he said, wiping his fingers on your thigh. “Keep it warm. Don’t you dare let it fall out.”

You squirmed, the plug settling deep, a constant, lewd reminder. “Jungkook…why are you being so…we’re going to see your friends.”

He grabbed your jaw, his grip firm, tilting your face up to his. His eyes were blazing. “So you remember,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. He leaned down and bit your lower lip, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to sting, to claim. “So you remember who this sweet cunt belongs to. Who gets to hear you moan. Who gets to fill you up. Me.”

He slapped your breast once, a sharp, stinging smack that made you yelp, then he gently tugged your shirt back down, smoothing the fabric over your curves. He helped you up, your legs shaky. “Now get dressed, princess. We’re going.”

Hybe was a maze of clean lines and quiet hustle. Jungkook kept you close, his arm a heavy band around your waist, his body a shield between you and the world. You knew why. You’d seen the comments on obscure forums, the vile speculation about any woman seen near them. He wasn’t embarrassed of you—the way he devoured you with his eyes every chance he got proved that. He was terrified for you. The thought of that hate being directed at your softness made him murderous. So he kept you tucked away, a cherished secret, which sometimes made you ache with a stupid, insecure loneliness. But then he’d come home, his control shattered, and fuck you until you were sobbing his name, painting his skin with your squirt, your body so full of him you could taste it. That’s how you knew. It wasn’t a sweet love. It was a dark, all-consuming possession.

He deposited you in a common area with a soft kiss to your temple. “Be good. I have to work. I won’t be long.”

You found Namjoon in one of the smaller lounges, a book of poetry already open on the table between two cups of tea. Your friendship with him was easy, born from a shared, quiet passion for words. He never looked at you with anything but warm respect. Today, you were deep in discussion about the symbolism in a particular poem, your heads bent close over the text, your voices low. You were laughing at one of his dry observations when you felt the temperature drop.

Jungkook stood in the doorway. He wasn’t smiling. His expression was cold, closed off, his jaw tight. “Y/N. Come with me.”

Your heart sank. “Is everything okay?”

“Now.”

You shot Namjoon an apologetic look. He just nodded slowly, his eyes wary. You followed Jungkook’s stiff back down the hall to his personal studio. The moment the soundproof door shut behind you, the atmosphere crackled with violent tension.

He didn’t speak. He walked to his studio chair, sat down, and pulled you onto his lap, your back to his chest. His arms were like steel bands around you.

“Jungkook, what—”

His hands went to the hem of your top, yanking it down in one harsh motion, taking your bra with it. Your breasts spilled free into the cool air of the studio. Then his hand came down on the soft swell of one.

Smack.

The sound was loud in the quiet room. You jolted, a gasp trapped in your throat.

Smack. On the other one.

“Daddy…what are you doing?” you whispered, trying to twist to look at him.

He bit the junction of your neck and shoulder, hard enough to bruise, silencing you. “You were awfully close to Namjoon,” he growled into your skin, his hands now kneading the flesh he’d reddened. “His face was right there. Smiling at my girl.”

“We were just talking about poems,” you pleaded, trying to keep your voice down, horrified at the thought of someone hearing.

“I don’t give a fuck.” His hand slid down your belly, under your skirt. He hooked his fingers in your panties and ripped them off you. The cool air hit your plugged pussy, and you clenched around it instinctively. He saw it, his eyes darkening. He brought his hand down on your exposed folds.

Spank.

You bit your lip so hard you tasted copper to stop the scream. The pain was sharp, layered over the deep-seated ache of the plug, a confusing burst of sensation.

Jungkook’s breath hitched in anger. “Trying to hide your sounds from me?” He reached forward with one hand, and you heard a familiar click. The recording light on his interface console glowed red. “Let’s fix that. I’m going to record every moan, every scream, every wet little sound this perfect pussy makes. So I can listen to it whenever I want. Because I own it. I own all of you.”

Humiliation and a treacherous spike of arousal washed through you. “Daddy, please…behave,” you whimpered, trying for sweetness, for control you didn’t have.

It backfired. He groaned, a feral sound, and latched his mouth onto your neck, sucking a brutal hickey into your skin while his fingers found your nipples. He pinched them, hard, then pulled, stretching the sensitive peaks until tears welled in your eyes. A ragged moan finally escaped you, echoing slightly in the studio room, captured by the mic.

“That’s it,” he panted against your wet skin. “Let them all hear how my baby sounds for me.” He spread your legs wide with his hands, his grip on your plush thighs bruising. With his other hand, he found the base of the plug and pulled it slowly from your clutching heat. A gush of his earlier release leaked out onto his jeans, the scent filling the space between you.

He didn’t wait. He freed his cock from his pants—massive, thick, and already painfully hard—and notched the head at your dripping entrance. Then he shifted his grip, locking his hands under your knees and behind your neck, holding you open in a brutal, exposed full nelson. You were completely at his mercy.

“Remember this,” he commanded, his voice cold as ice even as his body burned against yours. “Remember who fucks you like this. Who ruins you. It doesn’t matter if he’s my brother. You don’t get that close. You don’t smile like that for anyone else. You’re mine.”

And he slammed up into you.

The scream that tore from your throat was raw, unfiltered, recorded for eternity. He was so deep, so impossibly big, the head of his cock battering your cervix with every brutal thrust. The wet, squelching noises from your joined bodies were obscenely loud. You could feel your own slickness soaking through his jeans, coating your thighs.

“My pretty fucking princess,” he snarled, his composure shattering into pure filth as he fucked up into you. “Taking my cock like you were made for it. Look at this fat pussy, swallowing me whole. Gonna be sore tomorrow. Gonna feel me for days.” He licked a stripe up your neck, biting at your earlobe. “And when we get home, I’m not going easy on you. I’m gonna bend you over every piece of furniture we own. Gonna fuck this jealous ache out of my system and into yours until you can’t even remember Namjoon’s fucking name.”

You were babbling, half-sobs, half-pleas. “Daddy! Daddy, it’s too much…I’m gonna—!”

“Do it,” he demanded, pounding into you, his pace relentless. “Squirt on my cock. Show me what you do for me. Do it now.”

The command, the overwhelming stretch, the dirty, possessive words sent you over the edge violently. Your vision whited out as you came, a torrent of release gushing out of you with such force your entire body spasmed, legs kicking weakly in his grip. You screamed, a continuous, shattered sound as the waves of pleasure-pain rolled through you, your pussy milking his cock uncontrollably.

It triggered his own climax. With a final, ground-shaking roar of your name, he buried himself to the hilt and came, his hot release flooding your depths, mixing with your own. He held you there, impaled and shaking, for what felt like an eternity, both of you panting ragged breaths into the silent studio.

Slowly, he let your legs down, his grip gentle now. He pulled out, and a rush of combined fluids spilled onto the leather chair. You were boneless, whimpering. He turned you on his lap to face him, your tear-streaked face meeting his intense, sated gaze.

He didn’t speak. He leaned forward and scooped two fingers into your messy, gaping pussy, gathering a mix of his cum and your slick. He brought them to your lips. “Open.”

You obeyed, eyes fluttering shut as he pushed his fingers into your mouth. You tasted yourself, salty and sweet, and him, musky and familiar. He fucked your mouth gently with his fingers until you’d cleaned them, then pulled them out with a wet pop.

He reached for the plug, still slick from before, and pushed it back inside your well-used hole, groaning at the tight clench. “Keep the rest warm,” he ordered, his voice hoarse. “This greedy pussy doesn’t get to waste a single drop. I’m not done with you.”

Then his demeanor shifted again, into something terrifyingly tender. He bent his head and kissed each of your heavy, sore breasts, his tongue swirling around your abused nipples. He kissed the soft swell of your belly, nuzzling into you. He fixed your clothes with careful hands, wiping your thighs clean with a tissue before pulling your panties back up (the torn ones discarded) and smoothing your dress down.

He stood, lifting you easily in his arms, a princess carry that made you bury your face in his neck. He smelled of sweat, sex, and Jungkook. He carried you out of the studio, past curious glances in the hallway that he ignored, all the way to the private parking garage and into the passenger seat of his car. He buckled you in, kissed your forehead with a shocking softness, and got in the driver’s seat, starting the engine.

The ride home was silent, but the promise in the air was thick and dark. The plug in your pussy kept you achingly aware. You were his. In every dirty, possessive, terrifying way. And the day was young.

(full version contains jungkook taking you home, bounding you with ropes, fucking you in front of the mirror all night long until you pass out and still fucking you in your sleep.

tags for full version: rough makeout, bondage, ropes, Jungkook finger fucks your mouth, strong Jungkook, jealous Jungkook, extremely possessive Jungkook, face fucking, cum marking, deep throating, Jungkook covers you in his cum basically, tits biting, nipple clamps, almost fisting, you start drooling and hiccupping from pleasure, breeding kink, Jungkook calls you his wife, doggy style, mirror sex, ass spanking, hair pulling, body marking, Jungkook writes his name on your belly above your womb, cum inflation, body worship, body licking, daddy kink, husband kink, you pass out, you wake up to Jungkook still fucking you, looong marathon sex, oversensitive pussy, pussy licking, body kissing, aftercare.)

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[demizzzz]

𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴

𝓕𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓫𝓸𝔂! 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶.𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ

Rule #1: No sleepovers past 5:00 AM.

Rule #2: Keep it low-profile so your quiet college life stays ruined-reputation-free.

Rule #3: Never fall for the campus heartbreaker.

​You’ve played by the rules for a few months, keeping your friends-with-benefits deal with Jeon Jungkook strict and secret. But what will you do when your alarm goes off at 7:00 AM on the morning of a major exam, and he’s still passed out in your bed with zero intention of sneaking out?

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ : College AU, Fwb-to-Lovers, Fluff & Intimacy, conffesion (featuring an insufferably clingy boyfriend-to-be).

​ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ : Sleep-deprived Jungkook being a menace · kissing, biting etc · Over-the-clothes touching & zero respect for personal space · Playful teasing & casual vulgarity · Light angst regarding college reputation · Complete academic sabotage (he does not care about your exam).

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The obnoxious yell of your alarm tears through the quiet of your dorm room like a siren. You drag a hand across your cheek, wiping away a streak of drool before blindly reaching across the mattress and swiping at the red button, silencing the torture.

With a groan, you decide that adulting is a scam and prepare to flop onto your other side to execute a solid fifteen minutes of blissful procrastination.

You roll over. You open your eyes. Then you immediately blink, squinting through the morning blur to get a clearer picture, because something is definitely not right today.

Jeon Jungkook is completely passed out on his stomach right next to you.

He’s buried deep under your girlish, baby pink duvet, occupying 75% of your bed without a single care in the world. His face is turned toward you, pillow-smushed and framed by a chaotic nest of messy dark hair. His back muscles are completely relaxed in slumber, and he isn't wearing a shirt.​

Which is entirely your fault, considering you're currently drowning in his oversized T-shirt, stolen off your floor after your intense midnight make-out session. (Strictly because you just love the smell of his stupidly good fuckboy cologne.)

You stare down at him, your brain running through a mental checklist of things that are wildly off:

1. It’s morning.

2. Lectures start in an hour.

3. Jeon Jungkook is still here.

4. Jeon Jungkook is never still here in the morning when lectures start in an hour.

Normally, Jungkook is a ghost by now. He has a habit of sneaking out before the sun comes up, mostly because he has a reputation to uphold; Campus "fuckboy," heartbreaker, guy-who-doesn't-do-mornings. And honestly, you’ve been more than fine with that arrangement. If the girls down the hall caught him slipping out of your room, you’d never hear the end of it and your low-profile college existence would be officially over.

​Yet here he is. Looking stupidly peaceful.

"Jungkook," you hiss, jabbing your finger directly into his exposed shoulder blade. "Jeon. Get up."

He groans, and lazily swats your hand away, then he turns his head slightly, burying his face deeper into your pillow without opening an eye.

​"Jungkook, I'm serious," you mutter. "I'm trying to save us from a social disaster,"

He doesn't answer. You look down at him, your gaze tracing the softness of his sleepy face when he isn't trying to look cool and shit. Your eyes eventually settle on the tiny mole just beneath his bottom lip.

Without thinking, you reach out. Your index finger lightly presses against the brown spot.

Jungkook doesn't pull away. Instead, his lashes flutter, a tiny, subconscious smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as your fingertip lingers there. He shifts slightly, sliding one arm around your waist and dragging you back down into the center of the bed until your hip is pressed flush against his side.

Positioned a bit higher on the mattress, your chest sits just above his head. He buries his face directly into your stomach, nuzzling into the cotton of his own tee. The sudden movement sends a flurry of butterflies straight to your belly, catching your breath in your throat for a sharp second.

"Hey," you protest weakly, though you let yourself be pulled into his warmth. "I mean it. You're supposed to be gone."

"Five minutes," he grunts.

"No," you say firmly, trying to ignore the way your pulse rises. "I am not falling for this. If you are so exhausted, go back to your own bed."

"M'not that tired," he lies smoothly.

"Right," you deadpan, rolling your eyes as your fingers naturally drift up to run through his messy hair. "You can barely talk."

"I can talk fine,"

"You're not even fully awake," you point out, as your fingers tug gently at the roots of his hair.

He finally squints one eye open, looking up at you through a mop of unruly curls, and flashing you a lazy smirk. It's the exact look that usually gets him whatever he wants. The playboy look.

"I'm awake enough to do other things," he murmurs, his hand sliding down from your waist to grip your hip firmly, his thumb digging into the bone through the fabric.

Your fingers freeze in his hair. You look down at him, your cheeks warming. "You're stupid," you murmur, completely flustered and hating how effortlessly he does this to you.

Jungkook just gives you a knowing smile, and shifts slightly, tilting his head to press a kiss right over your covered stomach. He then pulls back just enough to look up at you, his dark eyes hooded and still heavy with sleep.

"You stress too much, Y/N"

"That's because you stress me out,"

He chuckles sending a vibration directly against your body. You are melting into the mattress, and you both know it. Shifting his weight, he pushes up onto his hands, moving effortlessly to hover entirely over you, blocking out the pale morning light creeping through the blinds with his shoulders. He dips his head, pressing a open-mouthed kiss to your exposed collarbone.

"I can make you relax real well, too," he teases, his breath fanning hot over your skin as his lips trace up the column of your neck.

"No need," you gasp out, trying to push at his chest, but your weak protest is entirely ignored.

​Jungkook drops his head lower, and a embarrassing sound escapes your throat as he lightly nips the sensitive skin right where your neck meets your shoulder. His hand slides all the way up your ribs, slipping his fingers beneath the hem of the shirt, his palm finding your bare skin and pushing upwards to firmly cup your breast.

You feel dizzy instantly when his thumb brushes over you. God, he's so good at this. Of course he is. He's Jeon Jungkook. Someone that shouldn't be here.

You get lost in the sensation. In the way his mouth latches onto the sweet spot of your neck. His tongue licks over your skin before his lips create a heavy suction, marking you. You know full well he is leaving a hickey there; claiming you in a way a casual hookup shouldn't be allowed to. You will have to hide the mark with concealer and collared shirts for the next five days. But right now, as his teeth lightly drag over the bruised skin, you can't even find the energy to care. You tangle your hands back into his hair, gripping the strands tightly as your eyes slip shut.

​You never, ever thought you would end up like this with him. If someone had told you six months ago that you would be risking your entire quiet college existence to become just another body count for Jungkook, you would have laughed in their face.

But look at you being a breathless mess beneath him, completely dismantled as he uses his mouth and hands to manipulate you into staying in this bed forever. Jungkooks lips are hot, dragging down your jaw to bruise the junction of your neck once more, making your toes curl into the sheets.

But enough is enough.

Gathering whatever little willpower you have left, your fingers tighten around his hair, giving a forceful tug that pulls his head back, forcibly pulling his mouth away from your skin, stopping him from continuing to abuse your neck.

"Ah," Jungkook whines softly at the sharp pull on his scalp. He blinks up at you, his lips swollen, and slick from kissing your neck. "What?"

​"That's it," you declare. "No more. I have an exam first class today."

​Jungkook’s brow furrows, his head resting heavily against your chest. "Fuck the exam."

​"I am not fucking the exam, Jungkook," you hold his face back by his hair so he can't bury it back into your neck. "I spent the entire week studying until two in the morning for this. I am not about to miss it because you're feeling lazy."

​He rolls his dark eyes, a small, sleepy scoff escaping him. "Of course you did, nerd."

​"I am not a nerd," you glare down at his insufferable face. "I just actually care about my future. Unlike some people who think they can slide through life on a leather jacket and a pretty smile."

​Jungkook doesn't argue. Instead, his gaze drops from your eyes down to your parted lips, taking his sweet time tracing the flushed skin of your jawline down to the fresh hickey he just left on your neck. You narrow your eyes at him, sensing the trouble brewing in his head.

​"Jungkook," you say warningly. "I mean it."

​He flickers his eyes back up to yours, perfectly mimicking an innocent expression, right up until you feel his hand slide smoothly down, slipping straight beneath to the elastic band of your panties. Your eyes widen in instant panic. You yank harder on his hair, but he barely winces.

​"Kook! Stop—"

​"Shh," he mutters. "You're a smart girl. Your bright, shiny future isn't going to fall apart because of one stupid exam."

You try to shift away from him, to twist your hips out of his reach, but the sudden pressure of his middle finger pressing against your heat betrays you entirely. A pathetic, helpless moan escapes your throat. Your back arches involuntarily, head falling back against the pillow in surrender.

​Capitalizing on your moment of weakness, Jungkook shifts his weight up, managing to press a kiss along your jawline right up to your chin while his fingers move in a intoxicating rhythm below.

"Jungkook, stop, really—I just—I just want to get good grades," you gasp out as a dizzying surge of heat rushes straight to your core.

"I know, baby," he coos against your chin. "You're such a good student. So smart...I'm so proud of you."

"You piece of shit," you manage to choke out. "You don't care about my grades... you're just trying to shut me up so I don't kick you out!"

​Jungkook lets out a low laugh, unbothered by the insult because he know that it's entirely true.

​Refusing to let him win this round, you reach down, wrapping your fingers firmly around his wrist and using all your strength to pull his hand away from between your legs. Recognizing the real edge of annoyance in your grip, and realizing you genuinely want to make it to class, Jungkook finally gives up. He sighs heavily, letting his hand drop uselessly onto the sheets, though he makes absolutely no effort to actually get off of you. Instead of moving, he simply collapses his entire torso flat on top of you, burying his face directly into the crook of your neck.

​"You are so fucking unavailable, you know that?" he mutters with a dramatic mix of a pout and genuine exasperation. "I don't think I've ever had to compete with a syllabus before."

​"Move, Jungkook," you say, giving his bare shoulder a shove that doesn't budge him even an inch. "I'm serious. Off."

​"Can't we just stay like this?" he murmurs tiredly, his voice muffled against your collarbone.

​"No" you say firmly. "Some of us have responsibilities."

​"Responsibilities are overrated," he grumbles, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as if physically pins you to the bed. "Just sleep in. Skip the day with me."

You sigh, resting your chin on top of his head as your hands mindlessly massage his scalp. You look down at the popular campus fuckboy, currently clinging to your waist like a giant koala in a pair of basketball shorts. You smile softly to yourself, shaking your head in total disbelief.

​"You know, for a guy with a terrifyingly high body count and a strict 'no-sleeping-over' policy, you’re incredibly clingy when you're almost unconscious," you say, your voice dropping into a teasing purr. "Is this just part of your usual morning routine with everyone?"

​"Not unconscious," he corrects. "And I don't do this with anyone else."

​Your hand freezes in his hair for a fraction of a second before you recover your cool, dry tone. "Right. I’m sure you tell all the girls who you let steal your clothes that they're special."

​Jungkook doesn't laugh like he usually does. Instead, he opens his eyes and looks up at you with an intensity that makes your stomach do a ridiculous flip.

​"I don’t leave my shirts with anyone else," he says quietly, his thumb lightly trace the hem of his t-shirt collar resting over your collarbone. "And I don't stay past five in the morning."

​You raise an eyebrow. "So what, you're just terrible at time management now?"

​Jungkook lets out a faint sigh. He pushes himself up slightly, propping his weight on his forearms so he can hover right over your face.

​"No," he mutters, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before locking back onto your eyes. "I like it."

"You like what? Ruining my reputation?"

"I like waking up next to you,"

"...What?"

"I like that I don't have to put on a show when I'm here. And... I don't really want to sneak out anymore."

"Jungkook," you start carefully. "We're friends. With benefits. Excellent benefits, sure, but—"

"I don't care about the label we started with," he cuts in.

Before you can pull up another defense, he shifts his weight, sliding closer until he is hovering just millimeters over your lips, trapping you in his space.

"You're joking," you whisper, trying to force out a nervous laugh, though it gets hopelessly caught in your throat. "You're sleep-deprived and delirious. You're just talking."

Jungkook doesn't get frustrated or roll his eyes. Instead, he presses a sweet peck right to the corner of your mouth, followed by another soft kiss directly to your bottom lip.

"I'm not joking, Y/N," he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours with every spoken word. He's leaning in fully, using every kiss, every lingering touch to work his way straight past your defenses, trying to capture your heart. "I haven't been joking about us for a long time."

You blink at him, your mind racing. "Right. And what about your usual crowd? I'm supposed to just forget the fact that half the university thinks you're taking a different girl home every weekend? I don't really feel like believing a guy who—"

​Jungkook lets out a weary sigh, a faint scoff escaping him as he pulls back just enough to look you dead in the eye.

​"I don't give a shit about other girls," he says, his dark gaze unwavering. Then, a wicked little spark flashes in his eyes as a teasing smirk tugs at his swollen lips. "Honestly? My cock doesn't even really react to anyone else anymore. It's kind of a problem."

​An unexpected, loud snort erupts from your nose. "Oh wow, how romantic, Jeon." you wheeze out, your face burning a deep shade of red as you bring both hands up and shove hard against his bare chest, finally summoning the strength to sit up in bed.

Jungkook lets out a dramatic whine, but he follows your lead, propping himself up on his hip and tilting his head like an overly curious puppy, his messy fringe falling into his eyes.

Even with your back pressed against the headboard, you can't escape him. He lazily reaches out, his hand finding your thigh through the baby pink duvet, slowly massaging the soft flesh in soothing pattern.

"What?" he asks, flashing a cocky eyebrow at your red face. "Are you scared?"

"I'm not scared," you snap back defensively, wrapping your arms over your chest. "It's just... people will talk. If we do this...if we become an actual thing, the entire building will be talking about it. People are going to have opinions. Your reputation isn't exactly subtle."

"Let them talk," he says simply. "Who cares?"

You stare at him, completely at a loss for words. You look at his stupidly handsome face, the sculpted lines of his abs, and the genuine warmth in his dark eyes. As annoying as he is, and as much as he drives you insane with his lingering, his smirk, and his complete disregard for your schedule, you really do enjoy having him around.

Over the last few months, your chest had started aching with a uncomfortable sting whenever you saw him strutting down the college hallways, having to pretend he was just a stranger because of the strict 'no-strings' rule you both set. You hated not getting to talk to him. You hated watching him walk away.

​Jungkook notices the shift in your eyes, reading the subtle crack in your armor like an open book. He leans in, closing the distance between you once again. His hand slides up your thigh, giving your leg a squeeze as his lips press into yours. The kiss is slow, melting away the last lingering threads of your resistance.

​"So?" he murmurs between soft presses of his mouth. "You in?"

​He nips at your bottom lip, dragging it gently with his teeth before releasing it with a pop. You let out a shaky breath, and taking advantage of your silence, Jungkook leans close to your ear, voice dropping into a whisper.

​"Or are you really going to reject me, Y/N?" he rasps, his warm lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Gonna break my poor, fragile heart?

​You pull back just enough to glare at him, your lips mere inches apart. "Says the guy who spent the last two semesters playing with half the campus's hearts."

​"I won't play with yours," he answers instantly, dropping all the playful teasing, completely serious "I promise."

​You look at him for a long second, taking in the genuine honesty in his doe eyes.

"Okay," you whisper softly.

Jungkook’s face instantly lights up. A triumphant smile breaks across his lips. "Okay?"

​"Okay," you repeat.

​Jungkook lets out a low, victorious hum, wrapping his arms around your waist and forcefully tackling you backward onto your back. You squeal as your head hits the soft pillows, the breath knocked right out of you as his massive frame settles comfortably on top of yours once again, pinning you to the mattress.

​He peppers quick, affectionate kisses all over your face; your cheek, your forehead, the tip of your nose, and lastly along your collarbones.

"Good," he murmurs, supremely pleased with himself. "You're my girlfriend now," he mumbles happily against your skin. "Deal with it, nerd. Now go ahead and cancel that exam so we can sleep."

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