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So here the moodboard for Love is unkind, let me know if you like it darlings:)
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So here the moodboard for Love is unkind, let me know if you like it darlings:)
Hello darlings,
How are you feeling about Love is Unkind so far?
I’m still figuring out a lot of things with this story, so any feedback (even short) means a lot.
Also, I’m posting a moodboard for it later today.
And since I want to post the chapters at better times, I’d love to know:
What time works best for you to read new chapters?
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VILLAGE LOVE
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Poor Husband x royal princess reader
oneshot
Y/n is like deaculara from monster high with her cute loving self and her cute thick Transylvanian accent
And jungkook? Calm collected, but utterly oppose for Y/n.
“I know- I’m not rich in money, but I’m rich in love”
WARNING- this is a fan fiction made from full imagination! This is not ai, this is not real, 100% written by me and made up by me!
‼️ATTENTION‼️
IF YOU ARE 18 AND UNDER THIS ONESHOT IS NOT FOR YOU!!! ⚠️‼️
This story has explicit moments and may have sensitive topics for everyone, so if I offend anyone please just ignore! This is my warning!
This story contains the following content:
smut, extreme smut, cream pie,injured knee, rough talk, dirty talk, vulgar language, rubbing, teasing, lots of jungkook f bomb, laughter, fluff, amateur relationships, obsessed jungkook, cuddles, physical touch, kissing, makeouts, royalty environment, village environment, mafia father, rude villagers.
I hope you all enjoy this!! EEEK this is my first ever fan fiction posted on here! I used to write my stories years ago on Wattpad then quit, but recently I been really into ffs here on tumbler and well here I ammmmmmm! Also LOL it’s long as fuck😭 I done stayed up till 4am rn to finish this and I gotta be up in an hour. LOL ANYWAYS Hope you all enjoy this cute story about the poor villager falling for the spoiled princess of essentia👑
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1pm in the afternoon
It was a sunny bright day here in the kingdom of essentia as the birds chirped and the wind wooshed. There I stood, in my castle, in my huge brown bedroom, staring outside the big ass window, nervous, anxious, scared, confused, excited.
Outside, you were able to see the gardeners prepare the huge garden for, me.
Well for me and the guy I’m marrying and our families or wtv but yea still… for me…
I sigh turning around, walking to my bed as I sit down on the soft cushion. My hands flat behind me as I keep myself sitting up. Today isn’t the wedding day, today is the day I get to see his face. I knew about him, but just about his existence. I just knew he was the guy I’m marrying and that he’s not from around here..
I had the choice to choose between the spoiled arrogant men here in essentia or somone from the sunflower village located south side from where the kingdom was.
And well you know which side I decided on…
I don’t know if he’s handsome, sweet, kind, or protective. I also don’t know if he’s cold, mean, or weird. Hhhhh, I sigh, putting my hands over my heart as I close my eyes imagining a handsome tall man holding his hand out for me as pink flowers spun around him, but then I open my eyes quickly as I realize that this man that I’m marrying soon. Could be ugly.
And fat.
I sigh, again.
I’m scared honestly, I’m..anxious.
Not because he’s poor.
I could give less freaks about social class honestly. And if anything, I’m far from what this kingdom of mine thinks I am. Tch, I’m far from what the WORLD thinks about ME. I roll my eyes as I stand up walking back to the window, crossing my arms across my chest as my eyes find the gardeners once again.
“Tch” I scoffed. Everyone knows me as the “spoiled brat” of essentia. Daughter of king Vlodak Bolswad, most dangerous, wealthiest, coldest, most enchanted Russian man to exist in the entire world. Yes, the world, and he’s here in essentia. My father. My mother in the other hand, sweet, warm, jolly. Wayyyy different than my father could ever be, yet they stayed locked in, and surprisingly he was the best father I could ever have.
But my mothers time as the current queen is over.
It is now my turn to fulfill my duties as a princess and as a soon to be queen.
And one of those duties were to get married.
Again, I huff loud and turn around dramatically as I walk back n forth in my room thinking about how life really is starting to life. No more princess shits n giggles life, no more ding dong ditching alone at night because I’m not even aloud to go out alone, sigh, and no more alone time in the bath with the door open, because soon…I’ll be married.
I’ll be married to a man I don’t even know of. I mean I don’t even know his name.
But I guess maybe that’s what motivated me deep inside. The curiosity of finding out who he is for my own self is what’s been keeping my hopes up. Don’t get me wrong I’m scared and anxious, but deep down im excited because I love to love. I love to care, I love to be domestic, and this is my chance.
This has been my fantasy dream all 20 years of my life.
To be married with the love of my life.
Ironic isn’t it? A princess waiting for her charming prince.
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I sat on the edge of the huge outside garden couch. I looked gorgeous. I wore a long light blue tight fit dress along with my hair down. Even though it was simple, I looked ethereal.
And that’s exactly what Jungkook Though of when he layed his eyes on y/n for the first time ever.
Boom. Boom.
Boom. Boom.
Both of their hearts fluttered in sync.
It felt like the world stopped.
Elisa stood up immediately, eyes widened as she seen the most handsomest man she’s ever layed eyes on. And Jungkook? He felt the same. The only the difference was that he was able to conceal it on his face unlike someone… Jungkook stood there calm and tall, staring directly into y/n’s eyes as she did the same. Jungkook wore brown sneakers and a black shirt with black dress pants that seemed to be usual casual clothing. Nobel clothing. but y/n didn’t care. She didn’t gaf. Actually, Matter of fact, she loved it. He looked so fucking handsome in her eyes.
Jungkook walked up to y/n slowly, his footsteps calculated as he reached out, offering his ginormous hand to hold hers. His voice was deep his look was gentle and his hands were warm.
“Hello…your majesty, my name is Jeon Jungkook” Jungkook introduced himself to the princess. Y/n looked a tad bit stupid as she kept staring at Jungkook. She was so lost in him before she realized how hard she was staring and how long his hand has been in the air. Y/n quickly put her hand in his, stuttering a bit as she spoke sweetly to him.
“H-hi, HI! I mean hey hi.. I’m Y/n, Vlodak Y/n” Y/n said, with a light nervous chuckle that was soon replaced with a un audible gasp as his hand fully held hers.
It was perfect.
It was like a spark.
His hand fit completely perfect in hers, like a puzzle, and they both noticed it.
Y/n’s father cleared his throat trying to get y/n’s attention which successfully succeeded. y/n’s attention was suddenly brought back to the world in front of her. She looked back and forth from Jungkook to their hands. It hit her. It’s him. Her soon to be husband.
Jungkook chuckled lightly reading her nervous as he brought her hand up gently to his mouth to kiss. Y/n’s eyes followed their hands together as her heart skipped beats for the villager. Jungkook heart skipped also as he heard her beautiful voice, he was shocked actually. Stunned by her beautiful accent that he didn’t know she had. He knew her father was Russian, I mean everyone knew that, but he honestly expected her to speak like a princess? You know like a spoiled valley girl.
“You look…beautiful, your majesty” Jungkook said, giving a courtesy bow, his eyes searching for hers once again.
Jungkook could feel how nervous y/n really was. She was shy and really gentle with him. He looked down at her tiny hand in his, she held it so..careful.
It kind of confused him.
This isn’t what his sister told him the first encounter would be like.
He remembered his sisters words; “don’t be surprised if she’s COLD, EVIL, and SPOILED. Or if she dosnet even shake ur hand, let alone look at you!“; But she was, Elisa was looking at him, but she wasent cold, nor did she seem evil.
Y/n then spoke up, her soft sweet voice brought Jungkook to look up from their hands, and to look into her eyes. Her brows frowned at the sound of him calling her “your majesty”. Jungkook thought it was so cute. Y/n shook her head no, left hand on hip, and right pointer finger swaying left and right. She held his hand once again, squeezing it once. Y/n brought his hand slowly up to her chest, where her heart is. “Jungkook, you don’t need to call me that….im your soon to be wife after all arnt I?”
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Done. The wedding was done.
And it went fantastic!!!
Jungkook was so incredibly sweet. He’s so gentle and loving. How did I end up being the luckiest girl in the world a day ago?
After the wedding, the ceremony, and the after party, Jungkook had drove y/n and him to their new home.
Their tiny warm home.
And Jungkook never let go of her hand.
As they arrived to the tiny home located in sunflower village, the entire Nobel community was waiting for the newly couple. Some people judged, some women gossiped, and some people supported. For the people, It was a 50/50 with Y/n. She was known for being spoiled rich and bratty. Everyone knew y/n like that. Everyone judged her book by its cover.
Meanwhile the other half didn’t really see her as somone different, I mean she isn’t after all. She may be a princess but in the end she too is human, and many seen that in y/n, while the other half didn’t.
*creek*
Jungkook had opened the door to their new home, his hand still holding hers. He turned to look at her after locking the door to their new little home, as she stood in the middle of the room looking around, analyzing, judging. It made the villager boy nervous. Jungkook knew it wasent much, and he was scared. He was so nervous. And it was simply bevause he knew that this tiny cottage home nothing compared to what she was used to. He was scared that y/n would turn around and tell him it’s horrible. He had spent all his savings for this house. Just for his wife that he didn’t even know of too well. After all y/n is a princess and man was he utterly in love with y/n. She was beautiful like… a princess, and he? He felt hideous. Like a poor pitying villager.
“What do you think?” Jungkook asked, nervously. “I bought it for us. Brand new home just for us.” Jungkook confessed, anxiously staring at y/n, who was lost in looking around her new house. Jungkook continued to talk out of nervousness as y/n gave no answer.
“I made sure it was cleaned properly and I remodeled it thinking about what you probably what’ve liked it as..maybe..” jungkook said, his hand rising to scratch the back of his head. Jungkook honestly didn’t even sound so sure of his words.
The entrance of their new home had a side table by the door, then came the living room with a medium sized tv, and a coffee table for when they eat as the house was small, small but cozy, then behind a curtain came a small kitchen and the laundry room on the right.
Y/n’s silence was KILLING jungkook.
He was about to say something again but y/n had cut him off before he was able to even open his mouth.
“Jungkook…”
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“..I love it…” Y/n said, ever so softly as she stared at everything.
Jungkook couldn’t belive what he was hearing. “wh-at…?” he questioned, shocked. His brain not comprehending what he just heard. His eyes glued into the back of her head. He was genuinely so suprised at how y/n treated him so far.
The first meet up, the wedding, the after party, and now…now.
“Jungkook…” Y/n called for him, softly, like if he was the only man in the world. She then finally turned to face the man of her dreams, a huge smile on her face and..tears in her eyes?
Jungkook was about to cup her face and ask her what was wrong, but she beat him to it as she threw herself onto his muscular chest. Her arms wrapping around his torso, making jungkooks tummy do flips of all sorts of kind, and her cheek smooshed into his chest from how tight she was hugging him. It was perfect, jungkook thought. Too perfect to be true.
“R-really?” Jungkook asked, stuttering, eyes wide open, shocked from her sudden action, and her visible joy to their new simple humble home. His hands hovered over her figure for a couple of seconds not knowing what to do with himself, not familiar with the situation, but slowly he warmed up to her soft touch. His left hand landed on her hair and the right around her waist. Y/n pulled her head back enough too see his face.
She stared at him and held him tight as if she was scared he would vanish infront of her.
It’s funny because Y/n thought the same.
It was perfect. Too perfect to be true.
Y/ns thick accent sent a shock of electricity to jungkook. Gosh how he loved it. She was like his cute little Russian vampire, except she was a princess. And human of course.
“Yes!” Y/n didn’t hesitate to respond. “It’s so beautiful jungkook i- i love it…I love it so much, thank you…” y/n said, her eyes full of love as her hand finds its way up to hold his cheek gently. Again, like if she didn’t want him to vanish, like if she didn’t want this night to end. “you don’t know how much this means to me jungkook I- i never been surprised like this before” Y/n confessed. Her eyes scanned his face as she returned her hand back to her side. She looked down in disappointment, like if she been failed even after everything was given to her so easily because of her title. Because of her social class. Let alone have someone do something with the thought of possibilities of what she could possibly had liked. “no one’s ever thought this much about me” Y/n said, softly. Jungkooks felt a bit relieved with hearing that but his heart also swelled at her words. Jungkook didn’t hesitate to hold her soft beautiful face to wipe that single tear that escaped her eyes. His right hand held her cheek, his thumb caressing her soft cheek back n forth.
“I promise you Jeon Y/n, that with me, you’ll have everything you ask me for”
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Months have passed, exactly 2, since the not so social norm couple, began to live their lives.
Y/n never struggled to adapt to her new life in the village. It was so natural for her. After all this was her fantasy dream that came to life.
“Aish y/n you never learn do you?” Jungkook said, his tone came out stern but slightly soft, visibly upset and worried as he cleaned Y/n’s scraped knee carefully, asking sure she was okay every time she hissed in pin. Y/n pouted as she leaned in to kiss him, using his sweater as support since he didn’t have a shirt on, trying to make him forget he was even mad, butt it didn’t work.
When jungkook says no to her, it’s because he knows she’ll get hurt. He was just was upset that his wife didn’t listen to him in the first place. Jungkooks heart hurt so much when Y/n cried in his arms after falling off his horse. Thankfully it was just an abrasion, a big raw one that sound like hell, but at least she didn’t break a leg, and now that he thought about it, he didn’t know HOW she didn’t break a leg. He was just thankfull that nothing serious happened. Jungkook dodged Y/n’s kiss to get the bandage and gauze behind her. Y/n let out a bratty whine, pouting even MORE at him rejecting her lucious kiss, eyes still glossy from post crying. Her hands finding their way to rest on her handsome husband’s muscular bare chest. “uh uh Y/n, I told you to not ride bam” jungkook said, sternly, no room for argument. He sighed as he was so irritated at the fact that his gorgeous princess got hurt because of his horse. Because she never listened to him when it came to exploring.
The first month in as a married couple y/n had BEGGED jungkook to buy her more farm animals. he already had chickens and goats that were given to him as a gift from his father, and of course his horse, bam, who was gifted to him by his mother, at the age of 17. But since y/n’s life was totally different before they met, she wanted to have everything she couldn’t have. And it was simple stuff like a farm or simply not being able to wear sneakers as these type of things weren’t really royal class approved.
Jungkook couldn’t say no to y/n ever, unless it was harmful.
like riding his black 200 pound muscular ginormous horse.
The thought of it just stressed him out more than he already was.
Yet anything she asked for, he made it happen. He made it happen because she was his. She was his best friend, his wife, his everything. His beautiful vampire princess with a Russian accent that he loved so much.
“But, but your kisses would make me feel better.” Y/n whined soft and low, pouting, tears still visible as her bottom lip quivered. Jungkooks world paused as he couldn’t help but to fall in love with her even more. He knew she was guilt tripping him to get him out of being upset at her, yet he couldn’t help but to fall for it. Jungkook sighed as he wrapped the bandage around her knee and the gauze in between it. after he was done he examined her face, her body, her feet, and her legs once more, with worry in his face, and frowned brows.
Just to make sure she wasent injured anywhere else.
And once he made sure she wasent, a big weight of relief weighted off his shoulders.
He pulled her into his embrace as his rough fingers ran through her hair. He pecked her head, then her forehead, then her cheek, then her other cheek, and was about to kiss her nose but her giggly melodic laughter made him stop. Made his lips stop right over hers.
Y/na hands never left his chest as they squeezed him slightly.
“pleasee?” Y/n asked again, still pouting, this time her voice was really soft, as she begged her man to love her face. Her big beautiful warm brown eyes staring into his, full of love, and apology for her disobedience.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He crashed his lips on hers, closing the space between them as his hand held her gorgeous face. The kiss was passionate, warm, magical. Every kiss that’s been shared since they’ve met has always felt the same.
Real. Loving. Raw.
Kissing y/n, to jungkook, was like kissing her at the altar for the first time after they shared their vows.
A moment he’ll never forget.
Jungkook pulled y/n by the waist onto his lap, soft, gentle, and careful with her injured knee as he depended the kiss. It bagan to get heated as jungkook fought his tongue inside her mouth, a small gasp leaving Y/n’s mouth. Fuck, it turned him on so bad. He was so caught up in the heat of the moment with his wife, that he forgot about her scraped knee, and once he heard Y/n whine/wince in pain all the blood from his dick went down to his gut as his heart dropped remembering about his wife’s unfortunate injury.
He’s never pulled away from her so fast.
“Fuck Y/n, I-I’m sorry, fuck baby are you okay?” Jungkook became full on worried husband mode as he immediately checked her knee and her face. His hands were slightly shaking and his face just looked so worried, as he went on a rant asking her if she was okay and that he was sorry fucking sorry.
But only she was able to calm him down.
He paused mid sentence, feeling a warm soft kiss on his cheek.
Then on his forehead.
Then on his nose.
Then hovering over his lips, her hands now being the ones to hold his face.
“lyubov moya (my love), I’m okay” Y/n reassured, softly, her thumb rubbing against his cheek and his lip. Her eyes never leaving his. “You didn’t mean to I’m okay, it doesn’t hurt a lot anymore” Y/n said, now brushing a hair away from his eye, trying to reassure her worried husband.
Then she closed the gap, once again, kissing his gentle sweet lips. This time she deepened the kiss as her hands explored under his shirt. Y/n lovvvveddd her husbands abs. Fuck, she loved her boyfriend in general, everything about him was perfect. Jungkook let out an almost unaudible whine as Y/n broke the kiss so sudden. But once Y/n started kissing on his neck he lost it.
He needed her. He needed to teach his pretty princess how to obey. He needed to teach her what happens when you don’t listen, when you’re stubborn, and when you kiss him like he’s the only man in the whole village, in the whole world.
Jungkook pulled back slightly, pecking her lips 3 times before carefully moving her to lay down on her back, on the couch, making sure her knees were bent back just enough for him, and for her knee to not touch her clothes or his hands.
Jungkook began kissing Y/n again. Passionately and hungry. He received a soft muffled whine from Y/n as he began kissing down from her lips, to her neck, all the way to her lower belly. A few inches above her pussy.
Fuck she smells so good, jungkook thought, as he left open mouth kisses on her belly and back up to her neck.
“J-jeonnggukkk” Y/n whined, squirming. “Pleheasee” She pleaded, out of breath, completely fucked out before even being fucked. Her cheeks were pink, her breathing was heavy. She just looked so ethereal to him.
“Please what baby?” Jungkook asked, teasing y/n as he knew how shy she gets when having to ask to be fucked. He loved it. He loved his shy princess.
“jeonggukkk” Y/n whined again, this time she was impatient. Really impatient, her legs pushing back a bit so her feet could touch his chest as she squirmed in his hold, needy for his cock. His muscular arms on both sides of her body, until jungkook scolded her a bit for being careless over her knee.
He lifted himself from hovering over Y/n to sitting straight up on his knees, holding her legs wide open but keeping that gap from her chest and hands again.
He was protective and possessive over his princess, especially when she was hurt.
But Y/n didn’t care, she kept squirming and whining to him, completely utterly drunk off love.
“Then tell me baby please what?” Jungkook said, smirking. He had all control over Y/n and he loved it. He always did. He loved teasing her.
“Cmon, you know I’ll give you what you want princess, you just have to tell me and I’ll make it happen” Jungkook whispered in her ear, seductively and teasingly. “You know I’ll make it happen”
Finally, embarrassed or shy, she still obeyed him.
“I need you in me” Y/n confessed, shyly, looking to her side. They’ve had sex plenty of times since they’ve first met. Yet she still gets shy. She still gets embarrassed. Even after she’s shamelessly wet.
jungkook granted his promise, wasting no time in making her face him and kissing her, his hands exploring her body, as he removed her clothing one by one. Carefully at her shorts and panties of course. But once she was left naked under him he couldn’t help but to let out a deep groan, his hands massaging her delicate boobs kissing them once every 5 seconds.
“Hey! hat’s not fair!” Y/n complained, whining and pouting. “What’s not fair?” Jungkook asked, confused but not looking up yet as he’s kissing her tummy so close to her wet glimmering pussy. The smell making him feel some sort of heaven.
“This.” Y/n tugged at his sweater with one hand and his pants with the other. Jungkook chuckled, now knowing what his wife meant as he was still fully clothed. He lifted himself from kissing her body as he removed his shirt and his pants along with his Calvin Klein boxers. Y/n just kept getting wetter and wetter. She bit her lip as the sight of her naked handsome muscular husband, her hands immediately making her way to his chest.
And to his cock.
It was so fucking big out of these 3 months together Y/n still isn’t able to get used to his size and his girth. But when space did she was only able to go half way. And when she feels brave, when she gets really needy, or when she disobeys, she gets all of it. Little by little.
Jungkook moaned moving Y/n’s hand that was stroking his cock, above her head. Jungkook kissed her, Y/n moaning into his mouth. Jungkooks tongue fighting over hers, yet always ending up winning. He positioned his thick mushroom tip in her entrance, rubbing it up and down a bit before pausing to make sure she was okay. He then pushed it in easily, so easy from how wet she was. Both letting out moans as he pushed in deeper. She was always soaking wet for him it drove him insane. Jungkook waited a bit for Y/n to adjust to his cock half way in, before pulling back and thrusting back in deep and slow. He kept that pace for about 4 minutes before Y/n kept running her hands all over his chest whining, begging, and moaning for more He lost it.
He started pounding into her wet pussy. Every thrust earned a lewd broken moan from Y/n as her body bounced up and down from how hard jungkook was drilling his cock Into her. She was completely fucked. Eyes closed, mouth open. Jungkook griped the back of her thighs, pounding harder and harder, wet slapping and milky sounds came out from Y/n’s soaking pussy. “Gosh you’re so fucking wet Y/n, my princess is so wet for her daddy, hm?” Y/n let out gibberish words, moaning loudly, deliciously from his dirty words.
Then he stopped.
“H-huh?!” Y/n moaned in confusion, looking down between them, then up at him, seeing his mushroom tip being the only thing in. Jungkooks cock twitched at the sight of his wife naked and fucked all because of him. The sudden stop made her irritated, her brows frowned into Jungkooks kiss, as he began to pounded again, making her gasp. He pounded Deep and hard. Y/n started letting out high pitched moans as jungkook began to bottom out. Balls deep. All of it inside. again and again. Deep, hard, and deep, and hard. Y/n melted letting out a lewd moan that let jungkook recognized when he hits her spot. He always knew what she liked. He always gave it to her. He didn’t speed up yet. Jungkook engulfed Y/n’s head in a headlock lightly, just like she liked it, just enough to assert his dominance, still careful over her knee.
Omg I’m gonna cum, Y/n thought as she moaned desperately into his muscular arm. The corner of her mouth dripped with drool. “Jeonnnngukitfeelssofuckinggooood” Y/n’s gibberish, yet he understood. he stopped thrusting completely again, holding her, she gulped as she knew he was going to tame her.
“When I tell you no what are you supposed to do?” Jungkook asked, voice dangerously low and dominant. Y/n could barely talk from how fucked she was, she could barley en her eyes, and if she did talk it was pure nonsense.
“Answer me when I’m asking u a question Y/n.” Jungkook warned, stern and possessively, his tip of his cock feeling like an eternity of hell for Y/n. Jungkook kissed Y/n’s neck repeatedly, hungrily.
“What are u supposed to do hm?” He whispered, tone softer, possessiveness still there. “I-im supposed to l-isten” Y/n admitted, out of breath, head resting on his meaty arm.
Jungkook hummed in amusement and satisfaction. “And what did you do?” He asked, whispering still into her ear. “I d-didnt listen” Y/n said, obeying to her husband with no argument whatsoever. “Good girl, that’s my princess” He praised. He thrusted back in her slowly, moaning along with Y/n, still holding Y/n in a headlock as he begins to pick up his pace and finally fuck her the way she’s been kindly pleading.
“Ohhhhhfukkknsaughhh~” Y/n let out another loud lewd moan. Y/n was completely drunk off her husband’s cock and he also knew she was close. He never changed positions he’s been hitting her spot deliciously over and over again.
“J~Jung~augh” Y/n called for him, a moaning mess. She couldn’t stop moaning out his name, it was the only thing she knew how to say. “I know baby~ I know, almost there hm?” Jungkook finally let go of Y/n’s head, his postition still the same pounding into her. He looked down at where they’re connected. “Fuckk” Jungkook swore. He let out a loud juicy moan seeing a white creamy ring around the bottom of his cock and he didn’t stop, he went deeper and faster, is that was even possible. He knew she was close and so was he. He leaned down again, watching her knee, kissing her. Passionately, as he swallowed her moans and let out some himself along with dirty praises about how good she’s doing for him and how good of a listener she was. Y/n loved it when he talked to her like that it always drove her to the edge. Y/n moaned loudly this time her hands holding onto his muscular arms as support as she moans and moans then *splash*.
Y/n came.
And she squirted.
That drove jungkook crazy.
“No fucking wayghhh” jungkook growled, he held her legs tightly pounding as deep as he can trying to get all his length in not one single part left out. Y/n brought him into a kiss half whining and whispering how sorry she was for not listening to him the first time and fuck that did it for him. He moaned in Y/n’s mouth as he gripped her thighs hard enough to leave a mark for a bit, his roped of cum shooting into his wife’s pussy. Every single last drop. Y/n loved it so much she moaned with him rubbing her hands all over his chest, and his shoulders, and his arms. She emptied him all in her.
After a few seconds jungkook slowly pulled out with a pop, y/n moaning from the empty feeling, missing her husbands thick cock already as her hole gaped for him, his cum dripping out. He then gently, carefully, collapsed on her chest in between her legs as she lowered them onto his sides, keeping him trapped.
Jungkook hugged y/n as he tried steadying his breath, y/n caressing his hair, she too steadying her breath.
“Jeongguk” Y/n called softly as he hummed opening his eyes to look up at her. “you’re the best husband ever” Y/n confessed, lovingly, her voice trembling a bit making jungkook lift his head and body a bit immediately, enough to get a good look at her face. “What?” Jungkook questioned, his brow raised, confused. He sighed, kissing Y/n’s forehead. “You really think so?” Jungkook asked, his voice soft and gentle, his eyes never leaving hers, his hand intertwining with hers.
Y/n nodded. “Mhm”
“You’re the best” Y/n was getting emotional, her eyes teary, lip quivering.
Jungkook wasted no time in re positioning himself to lay her on his bare chest. “my baby, no need to cry hmm?” He whispered softly. Jungkook babied his wife, wiping her sweaty strands of hair away from hee face and kissing her forehead.
they lay there in comfortable silence before jungkook speaks up again. “You really think I’m the best Y/n? Even if I don’t have a billion dollars, or a big house for us?” Y/n frowns and pouts, hugging her husband tighter like if he’ll vanish. A fear she always had. “Jungkook you know I don’t care about money” Y/n sat up straight, Jungkooks gaze falling from her knee, back to her face. “you know I’m so happy with you why would I care about money and a bigger house when this is what u worked so hard for to give me” Y/n exclaimed, slightly angry at her perfect husband having the audacity to ask her that after they’re both utterly deeply in love. Jungkook sighed and smiled with the corner of his mouth. His hand going back up to her head to push her down onto his chest, Y/n obeying, laying her head back down on his muscular bare chest. She let out a sigh, content being in his arms.
“I’m sorry baby I know, it’s just sometimes I wonder if you would’ve been better with someone your class…but I know you wouldn’t be” jungkook laughed at the thought of it because he knew Y/n belonged to him. He knew they were ment for each other. He knew Y/n loved him and only him and would always pick him if she had to pick.
“You’re rich you’re own way lyubov moya” Y/n whispered, reassuring her Nobel villager husband. Her arms tight and her body calm as the melody of his heart makes her sleepy.
“You’re rich in your own way lyubov moya”
Her words repeat in my head as I caress her hair. I kiss her forehead and look down at her as I didn’t hear her talk anymore. Her breathing was finally steady and her arms never let go of his torso. Her arm had loosened up her grip but if he would to get up she wouldn’t let him.
Jungkook smiled. Kissed her forehead one more time, then her lips.
“You’re right my love”
“I know- I’m not rich in money, but I’m rich in love”
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( authors note: GUYS THIS TOOK SO FUCKING LONGH IF YALL GOT THIS FAR YALL MY OGS BRO! I HOPE YALL ENJOYED! LOL I was gonna cut it short but like I was like nah cuz if I was yall I would wanna know what’s next LOLLLLL ANHWAYS BAIIIIIIII HOPE YALL LOVE<3 ) - Elisa
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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 >_< 🎀
SERIES GUIDE
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.)
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."
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! ☆