✸ Lovestruck Fool ─── because keeping this secret for three years was driving him crazy.
— best friend! jeon jungkook x female! reader.
— In which a brutal breakup leaves you shattered, your best friend Jeon Jungkook drags you into his car for a reckless, cross-country escape. He is your ultimate comfort zone—driving for hours, making you laugh, and keeping the ghost of your ex at bay. It’s the safe, predictable friendship you’ve always relied on. Until a single-bed booking error and whispered nights by the coast change everything. Suddenly, the boy who used to just comfort you is looking at you with a devastating intensity. Jungkook isn't just saving you from heartbreak; he’s risking everything to confess he’s been unconditionally, desperately in love with you for three years—and he has no intention of letting you go.
— best friends to lovers | angst | slow burn to smut | so much fun banter| rom-com | Jungkook being SO FUNNY AND SEXY | heavy emotional angst | dry humping | nipple play | dominant & possessive jungkook | Unprotected sex | One bed | dirty talk | praise | established childhood bond |
wc: 20k+ [ONESHOT]
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A/N: My goal is 20k+ words (we’ll see how it goes, but I’m officially halfway there!). Also, quick heads-up: I’m holding onto this one-shot until we hit 1k followers! We only need 30 more beautiful people to join our little family. 🤍 P.S. The anime couple GIF I used is from a show with a completely different plot that has nothing to do with this fic, but I just loved the way he kissed her and how shocked she looked. It was giving major besties-to-lovers energy and I couldn't resist!
synopsis: jeongguk needs help with his prescription sunglasses. thankfully, his trusty optometrist is at one of his tour cities for a conference. the only thing you ask in return for the impromptu service request is for him to keep the sunglasses on during your assessment.
pairing: idol!jeongguk x fem optometrist!reader
wc: 8.4k
genre: fwb/situationship au, smut, fluff, angst
cw: eu arirang tour jk, flirting, banter, enamored fools, 67 obsession, slight jealousy, inaccurate optometry knowledge, 18+ ONLY, soft dom jk, pwp-ish (missie effects™ in motion), fingering, oral (f&m), backshots, mirror sex, full nelson, missionary, lots of kissing, biting (lovingly), multiple orgasms, creampie
a/n: can you see me? can you hear me and see me? or see me and hear me? testing..testing… late to the party but i’m here now!! jk decided to be a menace in eu, so ENJOY HIM BEIN A MENACE HERE ☆
Jeongguk [11:48 p.m.]: Can I see you tomorrow night?
You [12:05 a.m.]: ????
Jeongguk [12:06 a.m.]: Saw your IG story. Why didn’t you tell me you’re in Brussels? :/
You [12:06 a.m.]: Just here for an optometry conference.
You [12:07 a.m.]: Aren’t you on live right now?
You look at the tiny Weverse Live window on the corner of your screen where Jeongguk broadcasts from his hotel room in Madrid. He’s in his Calvin Klein denim jacket and jeans combo with no shirt on underneath. He smiles at his phone, all lovesick and gooey before he giggles and shakes his head.
He reaches over to his camera. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
The live ends, the rectangular window in the corner going black and closing out. In the same minute, your phone lights up with a familiar contact name.
“Yes?” You answer, adjusting your head on the fluffy hotel pillow and angling your phone further from your face.
“You were watching my live?” His melodic voice resounds with a chuckle.
“Was all over Twitter.” You lie.
“It’s X now. Get with the times, Doc.” He teases, toothy grin on full display.
You roll your eyes, back turning away from the nightstand’s lamp. Your phone automatically brightens and adjusts to the change, now accentuating all the features of the man before you. He looks the same as he did moments ago, situated in front of his camera for his millions of fans online. They’ve seen everything: his scar on his cheek, the smeared eye makeup, and glimmering piercings at the corner of his lip.
Though, they don’t get to see the way Jeongguk looks at you.
Eyes round and playful, you might’ve mistaken it for an enamored fool in love.
Look, it was never your intention to establish a “connection” with a patient, especially when it’s someone like Jeon Jeongguk. He didn’t initially see you as that either, purely seeking you out for vision care services and an introduction to laser eye surgery. After his first appointment and all the side effects you mentioned from the surgery without a guaranteed lifetime of perfect vision, he decided against going through with the procedure, and instead brave through contact lenses and glasses for the rest of his life. Plus, he’d actually have to see an ophthalmologist for that service, which was out of your specialty.
Not a hard reality to accept when he gets to schedule visits with you to check on his eyes.
Again, never his intention to hook up with his optometrist, but you were always so nice to talk to in the midst of his hectic schedule and lifestyle. In those short visits, he grew fond of you … as you did with him. Between the subtle flirting on his end and your quick-witted responses, after his sixth visit, he made an impromptu seventh visit the same week — strictly to see you for non-vision services … also where he made you fifteen minutes late for the rest of your appointments that day.
“I really can’t see you in Brussels?”
You roll your eyes, small smile playing at the corner of your lips. It’s not that you don’t want to see him … it’s just that when you do, it gets harder to part every time. You’ve already readied yourself for the two-plus year long tour, only sporadically meeting up when he’s in Korea.
The arrangement works for the most part.
Sure, there were lonely nights, but you think being in an actual relationship with Jeongguk would cause more issues in your life — a can of worms you’re not ready to open.
“I have long conference days and need to be up by 7 a.m.” You explain. “Wouldn’t work out with timing.”
You’ve always been the more factual one — no one can get hurt if realistic expectations are put in place upfront.
Even though your reasoning makes sense, it doesn’t stop Jeongguk’s theatrics. He huffs and plops down on his equally soft hotel bed with his arm slung over his eyes.
“So you hate me.”
You smile again, shuffling underneath the covers to get comfortable. The jetlag wore off after the first day, so you’re battling with real-time exhaustion from the day’s long itinerary. Jeongguk’s a night owl … well, actually, more like an insomniac — the man never sleeps.
“Aren’t you hot in that jacket?”
He lifts his forearm from his face, expression devoid of the dramatics from a few seconds ago as he grins. “What? You wanna help me take it off? I mean … if we meet up in Brussels, you can–”
“Nope.” You reply, smile growing at the sight of Jeongguk’s exaggerated pout.
The conversation shifts over to the weather in Europe and how it’s nothing like he’s ever experienced before — you concede, mentioning how you avoid going outside if you don’t have to, only enduring the heat when conference duties call.
“Mm, are there a lot of attendees at the conference?” He asks, coyness seeping in his inquiry directed at a certain someone. And when you confirm that, along with the mention of your clinic’s partnered optometrist in attendance, Jeongguk’s usual bright smile falters into a scowl.
“You always make that face whenever I mention Dr. Seong.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He feigns ignorance. “But you have to admit, he’s constantly interrupting our appointments.”
“To follow up on a patient’s chart. And that only happened twice.”
“Two too many.” He retorts.
There’s a pause in your conversation, where he stares at you like there’s something else he’d like to say, but decides against it. He resigns and rolls over to his side, head dipping into the hotel pillows as well, “I really can’t see you?”
You shake your head. “Timing doesn’t work.”
The truth was … there were also a plethora of things in this arrangement that didn't work neither you nor Jeongguk wanted to address.
Unwilling to go on a tangent of the relationship status, you change the topic, “Hey, don’t you have to get back on live? They’re waiting for you.”
His eyes soften at the mention of his world. Caught between the devotion to his work and fans and your glossy, slow blinking eyes, he stares back at his phone where you’re just as unattainable as he is to his fans.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Then,” you start, as you always do, “we’ll talk next time.”
Before he clicks the red “end call” button on his screen, you clear your throat, “Make sure you rest a lot, okay? And drink lots of water.” You pause, debating if you should continue your reminders. “Don’t forget to do those eye exercises before bed. Your condition’s important.”
You’re important.
He gives you that smile again — the kind right before he reluctantly tells you he needs to leave, feet still planted at your doorway.
“You always say the prettiest things after breaking my heart.” He teases. “Night, Doc.”
After the video call ends, you get a notification of his Weverse live. You decide against watching, going on Twitter (yes, it’ll remain as Twitter) in lieu of seeing the mass updates of his live. There were multiple screenshots, one capturing his unusual forlorn smile as he sets his phone down.
—
It was the second to the last night of your time in Brussels. While you enjoyed the conference and networking with other doctors, you were ready to go home. It was always busy back at home where tourists would visit the country for one sole reason. It’s no different now in another country, where thousands fly into this tour stop for the boys.
You drop your purse onto the small couch near the entrance of your suite, blazer thrown haphazardly over it as well. Fingers flying to your ears, you unclasp the backings of your earrings.
Ignoring your colleague’s message, you click into Jeongguk’s contact information and press the video call option. After the first ring, the frame freezes and a very visually distorted Jeongguk appears on screen. He’s saying something, but cuts off after every two words. Worse is his image glitching and his screen going black as a result of the poor signal.
“Jeongguk, if you’re saying something, I can’t hear you.” You say, plopping down next to your discarded purse and blazer. You reach down to slip off your heels, placing them on the side with the rest of the shoes you brought on the trip.
“Can-”
“-see–”
The call drops and you stare at your homescreen until your phone lights up again from his incoming call.
“Can you see me?” His voice blares through your speakers. “Can you hear me?”
“Now I can.” The exhaustion from socializing and sitting through hours of panels disperse at the sight of Jeongguk’s perfect face. You melt further into the couch as the angle of his phone sets on a coffee table. He sits forward to adjust the phone, silver chains dangling off his neck … the same ones you recalled grazing your shoulders when he had you bent over the last time he was in Seoul.
“Good,” he grins, “How are you?”
“Tired,” You answer honestly, “I just got back to the hotel.”
“I just got back from the concert too.”
“Yeah?” You settle back, tucking your legs underneath you as you lean against the armrest for support. “How did the show go?”
You know any performance held by BTS could only be exceptional. Knowing Jeongguk, though, his perfectionist nature will always find something to fixate or improve on. He offers a reassuring smile in confirmation of a decent show.
“Hey, so … I know it’s late and all, but I was wondering if you could come over?” He asks, noting your sharp exhale through your nostrils from his inquiry. “Before you say no, it’s sort of a medical emergency.”
At that, your face unconsciously twitches in concern. “If it’s an emergency, you should probably go to the nearest hospital.”
“Oh, ah, wrong wording.” He grins. “But it is medical-related. My vision, specifically.”
Your brows furrow, sitting up taller in your slouched position at the mention of his eyesight. He’s been your patient for over three years now, and his conditions matter a lot to you.
He continues, “So, it’s super sunny during our performances and my stylist got me some prescription sunglasses, but things look more blurry with ‘em.”
Well, that’s not good.
You frown, head tilting. “I’d recommend sticking to your current prescription contact lenses or glasses, then. Don’t know if they’re the correct prescription.”
Jeongguk inhales, worrying harshly at his plump bottom lip. Seems like that’s not what he wanted to hear from you. “Could you come over to just do a quick check on my eyes and the pair of sunglasses? Please?”
You check the time, counting the number of hours before your first alarm would go off. Though, it’s no use pondering. All your rationale has long exited the moment you picked up his call, and your fingers position the back of your heels to slip them on before you could verbally agree.
After all, how could you refuse a patient in need?
—
“Such a liar, Gguk.” Your breath comes out staggered and rough, all thanks to Jeongguk’s pressure on your body.
His doe eyes meet yours, a contradiction to everything he’s doing to you at the moment.
Back pushed against the nearest wall upon arrival, you didn’t get the chance to slip your feet into the extra disposable hotel slippers. Though, his good manners still persist even through the lust and desire to have you the moment you crossed the threshold of his suite, giving you a polite greeting before this transpired.
Being the polite boy his mother raised, he still asks, “Have you eaten yet?”
“Yes, around 6 or 7. Why?” You sigh into his touch, pleased by how his hand groped all the right places. Suddenly, he stills his movements and you feel his lips shift against your skin in attempts to mask a smile.
But you know Jeongguk and all the freckles on his back — you know him. Just like how predictable he is, and how the first thing he grabs upon meeting is the underside of your ass. He still lingers there, cupping the swellings through your slacks.
He lifts his head from your neck, proud of the wet sheen on your skin from his saliva. Nose scrunched in a playful smile, he tips his forehead against yours while his hands lift and drop one asscheek at a time. “Six, seven?”
“So immature.” You roll your eyes, muffling his laugh with a press of your lips.
“You love it.” He chuckles, unknowing of how your heart stirs at the mention of the L word.
“Was gonna order us takeout if you’re hungry.” He explains while his hand hikes up one of your legs around his waist. The action has you tippy-toeing to match the height difference; though, little energy is exerted on your end as he holds you close.
“You haven’t eaten?” You moan when he pushes his hips against yours in a delicious roll. You try your best to stay focused, the thoughts of him not having a proper meal post-concert has your stomach tensing uncomfortably.
He shakes his head while your fingers card through his short hair, the pads of your fingertips making contact on the glasses’ plastic ending. He has his sunglasses perched on the top of his head, bangs pushed back to expose his forehead.
“Not yet.” He murmurs against your lips, warm air exhaled after another needy grind. “I will soon.”
No brainer you eventually end up on his bed, which by the way, confirmed ten times softer than yours. He’s on top of you, hand down your pants and rubbing slow circles on your clit. You can’t help the dreamy sighs and soft moans when he presses down harder, changing up the angle perfectly that has you tensing. Though, a small part of you doesn't fully relax as a thought looms over you the more he marks up your neck. The sunglasses perched on the top of his head pokes at your cheek.
“I’m a bit upset at you.” You manage, hands bunched at his shoulders.
“Hm?” His round eyes come up to search yours, surprised at your change in mood.
“You know I have to be up early.” You frown.
You nearly whine out when he removes his hand and sits back up in a kneeled position. Pushing yourself up with your forearms, you half wonder if you should fix the button on your slacks at the ruined mood.
“Okay? Not like I don’t have to be up early either.” He mumbles, attitude detected in his tone.
“So we’re competing in the Suffering Olympics now?” You ask. “You tricked me into coming here.”
Jeongguk shifts and criss-crosses his legs, resting his elbows on the side of his knees as he leans in.
“I didn’t lie about my glasses.” He reaches for them and slides them onto the bridge of your nose.
Nothing was wrong with them — your surroundings darken like they’re supposed to, vision clear even with the added spectacles. They don’t pose an issue for someone with 20/20 vision, something Jeongguk doesn’t possess.
You slip the sunglasses off your face, fingers tilting the frames up and down. “Non-prescription glasses aren’t considered a medical emergency, Gguk.”
His expression falters. It was never his intention to coerce you into doing something outside of your boundaries. The tour has been rough on his physical and mental health, so it hadn’t occurred to him that he was being selfish in the midst of his desire for some respite.
“I wanted to see you.” He admits. “And you’re here for the same reasons, Doc.”
“I’m only here because I …” Your words trail as he looks at you with expectant eyes. Clearing your throat, you try to come up with a reason. “I care about your vision.”
He chuckles, biting down his smile before he leans towards you, body weight pushing you down again, “Admit it, you wanted to see me too.”
“I told you,” One. “I care,” Two. “About your vision.” Three kisses.
“Uh-huh.” He taunts while snaking his hand down your pants again. “You make these visits with other patients back at home?”
Your eyes narrow, hips lifting to assist him to take off your pants. Jeongguk sucks in a breath at the sight of your lacy thong, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Wearing their favorite panties too?”
He runs his fingers over the thin cloth, taking note of how your covered clit twitches from the brief contact.
“Would you be jealous if I said yes?” You raise a brow, a soft moan when he presses down hard on your bundle of nerves.
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” His tongue probes against his cheek. “You know this.”
His jealousy is nothing short of subtle. The possessiveness was unwarranted given there’s no rule you were both exclusive. His good manners may have been taught, but his loyalty was something he emulated in life — expecting the same in his relationships. You nod, spreading your legs wider as he pushes your panties to the side to expose your soaked core.
He drops the attitude, foregoing it for his true feelings in this whole mission to see you tonight. “I missed you. ‘S why I lied, okay?”
The sky is blue, water is wet, and so are you — didn’t need a Dr. Seuss rhymery to tell you Jeongguk conned you over. You slip his glasses back onto his face, noting how he initially retracts his head back but leans into your touch. “These stay on till I say so, ‘kay?”
He complies with a quick nod, nose nestled close before pressing his eager lips to yours. He’ll have to bear through the sunglasses’ fog up, being mindful to not actually hurt you or himself in the process. Doesn’t matter though, as he trails kisses down your neck all while he rubs your pussy up and down with his four fingers.
Your blouse gets pushed over the top of your breasts, a matching set with your underwear. Whether or not this was planned (it was), Jeongguk grows harder at the sight. Granted, he was in the country briefly for the Busan show, but the timing didn’t line up, so he’s gone a total of two months without you.
He presses wet, messy kisses over your soft mounds, one hand already underneath you to unclasp your bra.Thanks to gravity, the bra cup slides up when the clasps click, exposing your hard nipples begging to be touched and worshipped by a willing Jeongguk.
He takes one in his mouth, teeth grazing the small bud, eliciting a sweet whimper.
You were right to be hesitant on seeing him knowing the teasing would span throughout the night in an attempt to savor this precious moment. He always made you feel good — an arising problem for you now that you can’t seem to replicate these feelings with anyone else.
You watch his tongue dart out, flicking faster on your nipple before he wraps his mouth over it to give it a hard suck. He repeats the action, working you up and pulling his hand away from your pussy every time you try to grind harder against it. Every time he returns to your pussy, the wet clicks grow in tandem with your pleas for him to move quicker.
“Jeongguk–don’t tease …”
He releases your nipple, warm breath meeting your wet skin as he chuckles. He kisses down your torso, glasses slipping lower on his nose bridge where you could see his long lashes kiss the top of his cheeks.
You reach down, fingers hooking on the sides of your panties to rid them off your body.
He sits up on his knees, line of vision flickering between your face and dripping center.
“Can you see me?” You ask, lust clouding your brain. The ache gathers at your center from the visual of Jeongguk wetting his pouty lips, piercings also glimmering in the process.
He tilts his head, brows pulled together in an attempt to take in his slightly darkened surroundings. Somehow you still light up everything around him, making you the focus point of his world.
When he doesn’t answer, your hand drops between your legs, middle finger automatically finding the button that sends a surge of relief after being neglected. He groans, finally scooting down and dropping on his stomach.
“Lemme taste you, Doc.” He kisses the underside of your thigh, reveling in the way your hole clenches from his request. You hum, fingers moving faster on your clit. You clench and a small bead of your arousal trickles from your hole, begging to be licked up.
Keeping his eyes on your face, Jeongguk nears once more, kissing one of your pussy lips before spreading them apart for a drag of his tongue over your entrance.
“Oh god.” You sigh, fingers moving faster over your clit as he inserts his tongue into your hole with little resistance. He does the same thing he did with your nipples, flicking the tip of his tongue fast over your entrance and sticking what he can into your heat.
No matter how he angled his head, the glasses remain a barrier between his mission to properly taste you. Impatient, he pushes at the back of your thighs, causing your hips to lift higher and legs spreading wider. Pussy in full view, he spits over your digits, watching you smear it over your slick folds.
You didn’t want to come over for this reason, knowing Jeongguk took his time. He enjoyed drawing out your pleasure for the sake of his own — wants nothing more than to make you come undone, whether it be through a new or old experience with you.
Perhaps if he learned more about your body, he’d get a better understanding of your heart.
For now, the only pathway to your heart is in the form of him thrusting his tongue into your hole, savoring your moans and cries. The action is so intense, you had to remove your hand from your pussy in favor of grasping the pillow under your head for support.
He lifts and drops your hips to create a motion that has you whimpering and crying into the open space. Jeongguk has his air conditioning set to the lowest temperature — as he should with the insane European heat. And despite the air conditioned room, the heat continues to climb with everything Jeongguk plans to do with you.
Still, sweat gathers at his hairline and trickles down his sideburns as he groans into your pussy. He spits, sucks, and praises into your sex.
“Missed this pussy so much — all mine tonight, yeah? Gonna take such good care of it.”
“All yours.” You moan soft and sweet, disappointed you can’t see his eyes through his shades in confirmation of your answer.
He slips two fingers into your hole without warning — none needed as the stretch removes the ache between your legs. They’re so thick as they pump in you, curling each time as he pulls out. The speed builds as does the sucking and licking motion on your swollen clit.
“Mm, d-don’t stop, I’m so close.” Your mouth drops, breath hitching as he complies and continues the motion as requested. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby.”
He grunts in compliance, tongue moving in fervor over your heat. He doesn’t care how messy the half of his face is with his saliva and your juices — doesn’t care about how the sunglasses distorts his vision of you.
He deserves it for how he got you to come over.
It won’t be your first and last orgasm anyway. He plans to prolong the limited time he has with you and etch every part of this encounter in his memories till he can see you again.
“Gguk, I-I’m cumming,” you rasp, tensed thighs quivering in his hold. “God, yeah.” Chin tilted up, your eyes shut at the first strong clench, pulsating around his digits faster as you unravel.
He lets out a pleased sound, hips driving into the mattress at your body withering beneath him. You twitch after a final lick and purposeful suck on your clit, lightheaded from his wet mouth dragging up your body.
He presses his needy lips on yours as a reward for his job well done, leaning into the light scratches from your almond-shaped nails. He whines and groans against you, keening when you slide your hands up his shirt.
Your hands knead his chest, smiling into his lips when his pleased sounds reach your ears. The glasses knock against your cheek — a reminder of the annoying barrier. But god, did Jeongguk look good in them.
“Hate these glasses. Can’t see you.” He breathes, teeth pressing down over his pump lips to conceal his desperate moan at your fingers closing in on his hard nipples.
“You want them off?” You ask with hooded eyes. Predicting his answer, you quickly shake your head. “Too bad. It’s what you get for tricking me.”
He hikes one of your legs over his waist, the angle and grind so delicious on your bare sex. “Come on.” He rolls his hips harder, knowing full well your arousal will dry and mark white on his black balenciaga pants. He’d proudly wear these pants tomorrow during soundcheck, unwashed and all.
You shake your head. “Lay down for me.”
The pressure ceases almost too quick for your liking — a surprise honestly as Jeongguk preferred taking the lead. The rare display of compliance serves to prove his devotion to earn your favor again.
As if it was ever lost to begin with.
He lays down next to you: neck flushed, lips pouty, and pants tented — waiting for your next move. You sit up, ridding yourself of whatever article of clothing you still have on before you slot your body in between his legs.
Jeongguk swallows and exhales a shaky breath at the sight before him. It’s been months without you — lonely nights spent thinking about you and how you were doing, if you were doing anything … or anyone, for that matter. Work keeps him busy and while he loves spending time with his band members and fans, they just weren’t you.
You silence his thoughts with a swift move of your hands, pushing the end of his shirt all the way up to tuck underneath his chin. He likes the feel of your hands — always craved for it even before everything transpired between you two. The cold touch on his hot skin takes him back to the times spent in your clinic whenever you tilted his head into the phoropter, and your laughter after he tells you all the different lenses looked the same when you asked if it’s ‘better or worse.’
His vision gets infinitely better when he gets to see you.
Which is why these sunglasses must go. He knows he deserves this “punishment,” so he’ll entertain your demands.
You lean down to press a dainty kiss on the corner of his lips, one which he failed to catch in your pursuit down his body. A soft smile on your lips as you trail kisses on his chest and torso just as he did with yours. “Keep your eyes on me, Gguk.”
He swallows, the action pushes his Adam’s apple uncomfortably against the bunched cloth at his neck. You can’t see through the shades, but you’d imagine him with wide brown eyes taking the scene before him. His chest trembles from another pant when you run your hand over his covered bulge.
Pants unzipped and flaps pushed to the side, his grey Calvins display a darker patch in between — a target marked for your kisses. When he rewards you with a pretty sigh, you pull down the front of his boxers to release his hard cock. Everything about Jeongguk has always been pretty. Outside of his playful demeanor, his kind personality exudes beauty. Naturally, his physical features follow the same path.
His cock? Oh so pretty, but you’re able to coax out another level of beauty with your touch.
Taking his thick length in your hand, you kiss the underside of his cock, tongue running softly over a prominent vein. He exhales roughly through his nose, head dropping momentarily onto the surrounding pillows. You make your way up and down his length, always stopped at the tip with a small kitten lick that has him panting.
You told him to keep his eyes on you — never said anything about needing to keep his hands to himself. Unrestrained, his hand intrinsically guides itself to the back of your head, pushing you down the same time his hips thrust upwards for some added contact. Your lips stay sealed shut, unwilling to fully take him just yet.
“Wanna feel your mouth so bad, Doc. Please?” He tilts his chin to his chest, the usual pleading eyes you’ve grown used to are concealed by the sunglasses.
Wordlessly, you crawl closer to his body, head lowered in an illusion to comply with his request. He waits with bated breath, letting out a whimpered moan when you let a dribble of saliva trail over the tip before you run your thumb over it.
You hum, squeezing the tip to ease a small bead of precum at the opening. Greedy, you lick over the heady arousal, endeared by Jeongguk’s soft praises to continue.
You do this two more times, observing his exhales and his hand’s pressure on the back of your head. “I was so nice to you and this is what I get? Cruel.” He exaggerates a pout, hoping you’d give into his play.
“Sure, so nice of you to trick me.” You rest his cock on the side of your cheek just shy of your mouth, turning to kiss the flushed head again.
“You still came.” Literally, in both senses. “Don’t I deserve something good in return? I even showered for you.”
“Wow, bare minimum hygiene after a three hour concert? I’m so romanced.” You tease.
Romance.
While you’ve never asked for nor hinted at the necessity of it, Jeongguk’s never subtle with his attempts. Like the flowers he sends over to you and a full lunch spread delivered to your clinic’s staff as a “thank you” after one of his many appointments. Dangerously romantic whenever you’ve visited his place for a quick hookup only to land in his kitchen moments after as he cooks for you — shirtless, back full of your nail marks and neck littered with hickeys he’ll have to conceal. He cares a little too much about your life, droopy eyes fighting to stay open after his long schedule, but confirms his interest in your musings with an introspective follow-up question.
Heedlessly, he gives and gives — you wonder if you’re enough as a return.
Jeongguk returns a cheeky smile, face still angled at you as you finally give in and envelop your mouth around his tip.
It’s not romance; yet, it’s something akin to romantic when Jeongguk thumbs your jaw after you run your tongue over his slit, coating his bare skin with more of your saliva.
“Oh god, yes.” His chest stutters, rising the same time you suction around him. “Missed your mouth.”
You can’t reply as you bob your head up and down half his length, the other half tugged by your hand with a small twist to your wrist just the way he fancied. His whines grow when you replace your mouth with your hand, lips trailing over his length again and dropping lower where you take one long stripe over his balls. He tenses, hips lifting up when you attempt to take a testicle in your mouth.
“I love when you do that.” He sighs. Again, that L word. The impact of the simple word punches your guts, and you suck and lick over his balls with a blind urge.
After a couple minutes of teasing him, you make your way up to the head of his cock again. Eyes never leaving his fucked out face, you jerk over him quicker with your tongue pressed over his slit. He jerks up, cock pushed into your mouth out of habit and lust. You look at him with relaxed eyes, jaw going slack despite the sudden recoil and force of his hips.
“Go ahead, fuck my mouth how you need.” You encourage.
One of his brows raises and tongue darts out to wet his lips as he questions your offer. “How bad do you want my cock, hm?”
Like nothing you’ve ever wanted before — like how you’ll know the soreness the day after will be all you think of, because the pain reminds you Jeon Jeongguk was there.
“Tell me.” He urges, both hands coming to cup your jaw, positioning you just right for him to slip past your lips once more.
Your response’s inaudiable, gagging around his thick shaft when the tip meets the back of your throat. Still, you answer through one hand braced on his hip bone, while the other snaked in between your legs to rub hard circles on your sensitive clit. You answer with a determined expression, eyes fluttering shut when he repeatedly thrusts upward.
Like the back of your throat, another discomfort runs through your pussy from the sound of Jeongguk’s labored grunts. Your knees widen in accommodation for your hand, two fingers gliding past your entrance. You angle your wrist, fingertips hitting a spot you only discovered after hooking up with Jeongguk.
Jeongguk lifts his head, head tilted to look behind you. Unbeknownst to you, a body length mirror resides on the side, giving him the best view of your play. He lets out a pained groan, hips bucking up the same time he pushes your head down.
You grow wetter by the second, arousal on your fingers catching the hotel’s lights. Lord knows Jeongguk appreciates every bit of the bright settings despite his usual abhorrence with lights. He needs to see more of you — desperate times call for desperate measures.
He isn’t ashamed of begging.
“Can I take off the glasses? Please? I’ll do anything.” Funny how he expects an answer with your mouth stuffed full of him. You remove your fingers from your sopping hole, both hands planted on his hips to restrain him from thrusting up.
He releases his hold on your head, cock also slipping out of your mouth in the process. Panting, you nod and fight the giggle at the sound of the sunglasses when thrown carelessly onto the nightstand nearby. You almost think the glasses shattered from the impact, but the Saint Laurent frames should withstand a little more than most.
You should’ve known how much of a liar Jeon Jeongguk was when he promised he'd do anything.
Yeah, he’ll do anything, alright … anything he wants.
He has you both at the edge of the bed now, facing the mirror completely nude. Turned away from him, he wastes no time positioning his cock at your pussy. You steady yourself with your hands on his knees, arching forward from his feathered kisses on your shoulder. He spreads his legs wider in his seated position — his hand squeezes and drags his cock through your folds. With one hand, your fingertips graze his own to aid and ready yourself for the sink down.
Home’s more memorable — within grasp … well, he’s in it now: enveloped and welcomed in your warmth.
“Fuck yes,” Jeongguk sits back, hands propped behind him as he watches you lift and drop on his length. “Can you see me, Doc?”
You look up at the mirror, the surrounding area shifts with every movement on top of Jeongguk. You see your fucked out face, breasts bouncing, and the accentuated creases between your hips when you sit your ass down harder on his lap.
You hardly see Jeongguk.
“N-no.” You pant, chin touching your shoulder to look back at him. The contact of your ass on his lap produces a rhythmic slapping sound, overshadowed by your breathy moans.
Butterflies flutter dangerously at the pit of your stomach from his deep chuckle and his arms coming to wrap around your midsection. You still can’t see him, but the dark colorful lines on his tattoo sleeved arm remain a steady trademark of the man behind you.
Your brain withstood years of memorization in optometry school, you didn’t need to see Jeongguk to remember what he looked like. Eyes closed, you memorize the shape of his lips peppered on your exposed nape and shoulders. Lips thinner than most, they still pout the prettiest and fullest on your skin. You shudder, hips grinding against his cock nestled deep inside you.
His perfect nose presses into your skin after a rough exhale.
“Damn. That’s a problem, huh?” He spreads your legs apart, taking note of the translucent liquid trickling down his length and over his balls — a mixture of you and him.
“Uh-huh.” You concede with a nod, looking over your shoulder to catch him staring at you with unadulterated hunger and need.
“‘Too bad.’” He mocks. Strong arms hooked under the backside of your knees, Jeongguk tilts you backwards while his own back meets the soft mattress.
“Oh!” You whimper from the changed position, thighs folded snug at your torso while the back of your neck is propped by his hands. Your hands land on his forearms for some support. It’s not the first time Jeongguk has put you in a questionable position, but the Full Nelson was a new one. Even for someone who does pilates two times a week, the position puts an uncomfortable stress on your poor muscles. One look at the mirror has you forgetting about the discomfort at the visual of his tentative thrust into your pussy.
“The hell?” Jeongguk snorts, warm breath meeting your neck and words straining as he pushes his hips up again. “ChatGPT said this position was supposed to feel good.”
Thing is, it does feel good, but you’re not going to confirm your enjoyment. You’ve shown your unwavering disdain for his AI usage, always putting up a stubborn fight to prove its unreliability. With a roll of your eyes, you huff. “Should stop relying on it, Gguk. You know that’s why–mmh, global warming’s–oh fuck.”
Another playful laughter erupts as he finds a rhythmic pace, maneuvering you on his length. “I know, I know.” He slows down, afraid the position might accidentally make his cock slip out from your heat — the last thing he wants. “Just entertain it a bit for me, yeah?”
You whimper a small okay, head clouded by the mirror’s reflection. It’s plain filth how you grow even wetter after every shallow thrust.
Your moans are different — strangled and unreserved. Jeongguk’s well-versed with your body. Knows your left leg’s slightly more flexible than the other without reason. It’s why he eases on the pull in mercy for your physical limitations.
Romance.
“God, I wish–” He grunts, letting one of your legs drop to the mattress in favor of his free hand rubbing over your swollen clit. “W-wish I could see you.”
The statement itself was a self-made issue. No one forced him into this predicament — similar to his prominent status in the industry. He’s been told all his life what he can and can’t do. Every action scrutinized by the public’s eyes; consequently, every minute interaction with another celebrity could be misconstrued as a romantic relationship or unprompted beef.
The constant surveillance weighs heavy on his soul and drives him into these moments of “selfishness.”
Like seeing you tonight.
It’s a risk every time he’s with you, knowing full well how the media and some of his “fans” sabotaged many of, if not all, his pursuits to find genuine connection with someone. Celebrities aren’t privy to this level of treatment … but there’s more at stake knowing your medical career is on the line every time you make the conscious choice to see him.
To the world, he’s Jeon Jungkook. On certificate, in his patient’s chart, the name you call out most in the shared space was Jeongguk. A small part of his brain likes to conjure the thought of you knowing him more than what he outwardly displays to the world.
“Tell me what you see.” He urges with another harsh drop on his length.
You force your eyes open, a small whine leaving your lips from the arousal coating Jeongguk’s length every time he pulls back. “We’re,” you swallow, “we’re making a mess.”
“Yeah?” His free hand runs on the exposed area of his length not currently inside you, gathering the slick essence before bringing it back onto your clit. “How messy?”
He fucks into you again, smearing a fresh layer of the mixed juices on his cock once more. He repeats the action of transferring the shared arousal on you with no regard to how lewd your sound grows as the minutes pass.
“So fucking messy.” You answer.
Pleased with your answer, his hips speed up and hand leverages your head for a better view.
“I-I’ll cum again if you keep doing that, Gguk.” You warn, mouth dropping at the erotic view. It’s a shame he can’t see any of this, but he’ll consider this a tradeoff for the folded pretzel position you’re currently in.
“Good. That’s what we want.” He husks. “So cum on my cock. I know you can do it.” His hand moves quicker on your wet sex, matching the speed at which he thrusts into you from below.
The leg propped on the side begins to shake, followed by the arch of your back, you break out of Jeongguk’s hold as you cum hard around him. The action slips his length out from your clenching pussy, but Jeongguk wraps an arm around your middle in his pursuit to work you through your orgasm.
You sob at his flattened fingers moving vigorously over your pussy. The orgasm consumes and overtakes all your senses — so intense, it draws away the sensation of his teeth sinking into your shoulder.
Your nails dig into his wrist, hinting at your sensitivity. The visual of the overhead lights move the same time Jeongguk shifts your body to the side with him into a spooning position. His tongue soothes over the bite mark as a silent apology.
None was ever needed, but your stomach flips with every wet kiss to your nape. His big hands roam all over your body, the feathery touches has you pushing back against his still-hard cock. He giggles and lifts his head to place a tender kiss on your cheek.
The tenderness puts you on your hands and knees: ass up, face down.
Bed dipping as he nears from behind, his breath hitches when he spreads your cheeks apart to reveal your messy pussy. He thumbs at the entrance, watching your fingers curl on top of the bedsheets.
“Gonna keep staring or …” You press, head turned to the side to catch a glimpse of Jeongguk.
He tilts his head just enough to make eye contact, hooded eyes fixed on yours as he puckers his lips before letting a dribble of spit run down your center. The warm liquid cascades down your ass first before meeting his thumb where he smears over your already wet entrance.
“Gonna be good and let me take you from behind?” He asks with a raised brow.
“Uh-huh.” You nod. His hard act crumbles at your soft smile. “‘That’s what we want.’”
He huffs a laugh and buries himself deep inside you once more. It’s true — you both want the same things: for him to fill and fuck you to the shape of all the unspoken feelings.
He’s missed home.
You’ve missed him.
His fingers dig into the meat of your ass at the leisure pace he thrusts into you. Slow, when he wants to feel how your walls clench around him. Fast, so his balls slap against your pussy. One of his hands holds your shoulder so you don’t move from the hard thrust, keeping you in place. Your hand flies back to hold the hand he has on one of your asscheeks.
“That’s it, fuck, you’re so perfect.” He praises. “Taking me so well, baby.”
You can barely answer him through the skin to skin slapping and your stuttered moans. The sudden strong recoil and thrust has you planting your entire front onto the mattress. His body follows along with yours as he shifts his weight on his forearms, sweaty chest meeting your back.
The light kisses he trails down your temple was a stark contrast to the way his hips piston to your plump ass, drawing out guttural moans from your lips. A hand comes to cup your chin, the other hand covers your eyes. They say the removal of one of your senses heightens others. You hear his labored grunts, palm at the soft sheets, smell the notes of his Chanel perfume, and taste the victory of a forthcoming orgasm. Something has shifted. Reality is, your whole life has always revolved around the importance of sight and vision.
And though small, the corners of your mouth dip.
“What’s wrong?” He husks into the shell of your ear, hips slowing to hear your answer.
“I–” You moan at his deep, slowed thrust. “I can’t see you properly.”
Haven’t been able to since the start of his tour schedule.
You’re quite literally under him right now and it still feels like he’s too far away for reach. And even as he’s balls deep inside you, Jeongguk remains untouchable. The distance increases when he slides out of you, pussy already missing its fullness just as you always miss him a little more each time he leaves you.
Your shoulder knocks on his chest as you turn, eyes immediately locked with his hooded ones.
“Hey, Doc.” He preens your hair from your face and nudges his nose against your own.
“Hi.” You breathe. The airiness in your greeting earns a light press of his lips on your cheek, skin memorizing the pleased curves and the metal piercings.
“This better?” Lifting his head, you gaze at his softened eyes and trace the slope of his nose down to the tiny mole underneath his lips.
You answer with your legs wrapped around his waist, eager for the distance to decrease. He doesn’t take his eyes off you either, not when he finally slips his cock back into your warmth with matched gasps and wanton sighs.
He tips his forehead onto yours, mouth going slack after a harsh pant. You were always going to end up like this — rightfully under Jeongguk’s starry eyes.
“God, you feel so good.” He licks into your mouth, all primal, similar to when he first greeted you at the door. “Love your pussy.”
There he goes recklessly throwing that word around. It pricks your skin, has you digging your nails into his back as he continues to fuck you. You pull away from his lips, panting hard as your body jerks from his thrusts.
Just as Jeongguk knows you, you also know he’s close. His schemes to see you stretched beyond his exaggerated health conditions, going as far as extending this meeting to the best of his abilities. Why else would he have you folded and pressed into different positions that don’t require seeing your face?
Knowing this, you tuck away your pride and utter words meant to be hidden.
“I missed you, Gguk.” A soft kiss to his chin just shy of his mole. “Every single day.”
All’s fair when he’s unknowingly used a word that fucks with your heart and brain — only natural you do the same too. Head dropped to the crevice of your neck, his other hand finds and holds your waist in place as he thrusts one final time before finishing inside you. He curses, teeth biting on your shoulder as he ruts into you, trying to push deeper if that were possible.
“Fuck,” he breathes a chuckle into the small space, body slumping over your frame. His hips move ever so slightly, fucking his cum deeper inside you. “So cruel.”
Was it cruel of you to reveal your true feelings? Was it cruel of you to finally have him cumming as an aftermath? Though, there’s no greater cruelty than how life worked out between you and Jeongguk.
But this arrangement works, right?
Giggling, you cup his jaw, bring him back to face level, and place a tender kiss on his willing lips.
“Not cruel.” You exchange breaths with him, the pressure of your lips increases with each comforting kiss. “Had my assistant expedite some prescription sunglasses on my way over. Mr. Lee knows where to pick them up.”
He groans, hips slow in its buck, he expresses his gratitude with his hand on your pussy.
“You’re the best. Always so good to me.” He kisses your sweaty temple as he brings you to another gentle orgasm.
Late into the night, he lays with his cheek pressed flushed on your chest, eyes fighting to stay open as your fingers run through his sweaty locks.
“I miss home.” He confesses, arms wrapping tighter around your body. The fancy tour suites will never beat the feeling of home. Being at home hurts differently when he’s under heavier public watch — at least it’s familiar. At least he has his dog, mother’s cooking, and friends to run to.
He’d like to think he also has you.
It’d be cruel to offer him words of comfort knowing what you’re about to do next adds to his longing for home, so you soothe and rub the expanse of his back.
You don’t stay for long — you can’t. There’s only a small window of time for you to make your escape before fans or paparazzi catch wind of your relation to Jeongguk. You wouldn’t be surprised if your identity has already been mentioned among the threads of his sasaengs. It’s a fear you haven’t discussed with Jeongguk, nor want to dwell on.
At the door, Jeongguk sports a small frown at you putting back on your heels.
Fixing the strap of your bag on your shoulder, you offer him a soft smile, tippy toeing as you place a dainty kiss only for him to melt further into it.
“Come see me when you’re home, okay?” You say with round eyes.
His eyes soften, never wanting to admit how his home is about to leave him right now.
“I will.”
fin.
a/n: beta’d by the loveliest @lovieku ♡ OCEANS OF GRATITUDE AS ALWAYS!!
alas… my back hurts thinking about the full nelson. do lmk your thoughts on my first idol!jk fic!! 🤓
★ snow and ice (a,f,s) | by @hayjeon
⤷ a friends w benefits au featuring snowboarder! jk and figure skater! reader during the Olympics! this was an amazing read. the tension, the jealousy, the pressure as participants in the olympics was soo well written. made me reread at least thrice.
★ in the dark ft. jimin (f,s) | by @jksangelic
⤷ wild sex with two of your hot best friends while stuck in a car in the middle of nowhere on Halloween night?? where do I sign up.
★ beneath his love (a,f,s) | by @ctrlsht
⤷ this fic had me hooked from start to finish 😭 what starts off feeling like a sweet romance slowly turns into something so much darker and more unsettling. the way jungkook's controlling/yandere tendencies were so subtly mentioned in the beginning of the fic and slowly progressed into full-blown emotional manipulation truly shows how well written this story is. i haven't been this invested in a yandere fic in a long time. the tension had me on edge the entire time, and i kept wanting to know just how far things would go. definitely one of those stories that stays in your head long after you've finished reading.
★ handle with care (f,s) | by @dreamersparacosm
⤷ the plot of this one is straight out of a porn movie but I have to agree. blue collar dick is infact a lifestyle. (esp if jungkook owns said blue collar dick) I need someone to fix my sink and rearrange my soul.
★ play you like a game, boy. (a,f,s) | by @lilliankoo
⤷ "he's mean to everyone but worships the ground you walk on" AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I NEED A MAN LIKE THAT WHERE DO I FIND HIM PLSPLSPSLPL
★ one night only (f,s) | by @mei-mei-fics
⤷ this fic was absolutely unhinged in the best way 😭 i came for jimin and stayed for the insane chemistry between all three characters. the dynamic between jimin and jungkook was so well balanced, and the tension just kept escalating with each word. definitely not for the faint of heart, but if you love filthy, intense, and completely addictive reads, this one delivers.
✺ A Thriller Film - @taechaos (Jungkook's life is his movies, but people don't know his movies are his life. As an anonymous director, no one can suspect him as the villain in a story, but he leaves a clue in his movie about you)
✺ — EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE; 1 (m.) - @junqkook (everything was going great when you first met jeon jungkook. he was a new light in your life with soft smiles and tinkling laughs; but then you noticed a lurking presence that seemed to follow you wherever you went)
✺ eternal obsession - jjk 18+ - @jeonette (Jungkook is everything Y/N ever wanted — tender, protective, utterly devoted. But behind his love lies a trail of secrets, blood, and bodies no one was ever meant to find. As the truth begins to unravel, Y/N is forced to confront a terrifying question... What if the man who would kill for her… already has? And worse — what if she doesn’t want to stop him? Because if there’s no heaven for people like them, They’ll rule hell, hand in hand)
✺ yandere! jeon jungkook x tae's gf! reader - @xxxbananasplit (yandere themes, college au, stalking, manipulation, cheating)
✺ ★ little, naive thing ★ - @luv-gukkie (a small cuddle takes jungkook back down memory lane; a time where he could only admire your pretty-self from afar with a burning need to make you his, an idea your little boyfriend wasn’t so fond of)
✺ claimed — jjk 18+ - @jeonette (In which Jungkook isn’t a fan of the pictures y/n keeps posting on Instagram, so she posts even more to tease him — but it quickly turns into a steamy situation)
✺ All Mine | jjk. (M) - @eternalguk (When Jungkook's jealousy flares, it’s not just a fleeting emotion—it’s a spark that sets the night ablaze. His possessive side takes over, and he’s determined to remind you exactly who you belong to… in the most unforgettable way)
✺ come sit on my lap: - @euphoricfilter
✺ EASY ON-PAPER 전정국 - @gguk-mp4 (Your skin is still damp from the coffee, glistening under the dim lights provided by the lamp on his desk. Jungkook’s eyes roam your exposed skin as he rips the fifth button open, pushing your ruined shirt to the side — fingers brushing over the outline of your bra. “I’m not very fond of Taehyung”, he causally hums, the admission betraying the hint of irritation that simmered beneath)
✺ cold as ice | jjk - @ughseoks (although you and jungkook are teammates, you're also sworn enemies, both on and off the ice. but when you're seriously injured during one of your matches, jungkook realizes that maybe the emotion he feels for you isn't hate-- it's love)
✺ ✶ BLOODY CRAWLING BACK TO YOU - @acheronsociety (in which... you absolutely hate your co-worker, the insufferable Jeon Jungkook. but you're badly hurt, and somehow, your feet led you to his door)
✺ get you back - @ouurchids (the one where . . . jeongguk messed up months ago and now he's trying to right his wrongs (and get you back))
✺ MUSE | JJK - @serinic (Who would’ve thought that his girlfriend’s younger sister would become his favorite muse?)
✺ The Wrong Sister - @jkwrites-m (She was never his choice- until she became his world)
✺ PRETTY ᝰ j. jungkook - @uurstruly (in which ,, jungkook can’t get enough of you)
✺ MEAN GIRLS ⋆ JJK - @girlygguk (the one where a jealous sorority senior tries to set you up for failure during initiation, and jungkook's more than willing to let you use him to succeed)
✺ I'D LOOK SO DAMN GOOD ON YA | JJK - @serinic (brother's bestfriend!jungkook x reader)
✺ NO ORDINARY LOVE - @dianemckein (you find jungkook in the jacuzzi, steam curling around him like sin, his body loose but his stare anything but. he doesn’t move, doesn’t need to — just lets the silence stretch, his legs spreading under the water, the weight of his gaze pulling you in. it’s quiet, filthy in the way only he makes it, like you already know what he’s asking without a single word)
✺ Swan Song | JJK - @wintrbears (All vampires have a special ability which they invoke to lure mortals into their clutches, whether to feast on their blood or for the purposes of their pleasure. For Jeongguk, it’s his siren voice, and he’ll use it in whatever way necessary to attract you to his side and take you as his own)
✺ What a View | JJK x f.Reader - @borathae (Sometimes – when the weather is hot – Jungkook likes to workout shirtless in the garden, giving you the perfect opportunity to watch from your hammock and get needy for him. He obviously knows that you are watching and can’t wait to take care of you. Doesn’t matter if the neighbours hear)
✺ I'LL BE WATCHING YOU | JJK - @serinic (Every step you take I'll be watching you~)
✺ Just a Dent, Baby - @jkwrites-m (You dented his ride- only fair you ride him next)
do you have any bro’s best friend jk recs? i looked a bit through your acc and couldn’t find any but i apologize in advance if you’ve already posted smth along those lines !!
Brother's BestFriend au ~ Jeon Jungkook
⤷ ゛Chasing Cars by @oddinary4bts — Series | college au, when your brother goes to study abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate ˎˊ˗
⤷ ゛Falling Skies by @fortunexkookie — Series | Best friend's brother + enemies to lovers Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. You used to consider him a friend, but then he went from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it gave you whiplash. ˎˊ˗
⤷ ゛Hold Me Close by @ahundredtimesover — Series | 41.8k, When you're asked to look after your parents' house, you, Jimin, and Jungkook take a trip to your hometown of Busan and relive memories of your youth. While your new relationship has you feeling like a lovesick teenager, you're still a professional trying not to disappoint her parents and that turns out to be your undoing. ˎˊ˗
⤷ ゛Clandestine by @junghelioseok — Series | Jeon Jungkook is the best friend of the reader's slightly younger brother. He's sexy, charismatic, and definitely knows what he wants. ˎˊ˗
⤷ ゛Milestone by @1kook — One-shot | Part of you is touched that Jungkook really has been there for every milestone in your life. The other part wishes he hadn’t shown up ˎˊ˗
⤷ ゛Brother's Best Friend by @kpopmultistanfanficarchive — One-shot | college au reader shares a college apartment with her brother, consequently also her boyfriend's best friend and they have to keep their secret relationship hidden ˎˊ˗
here are some in my TBR too, you can check out.
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you don't have to apologize dear, i haven't posted it. im sorry you had to search my account and couldn't find it but here it is anyways. happy reading.
I’ve read so many jk yandere fics on this app but these are the only ones that have done it for me. The standard for me is that jk’s character is subtle on the surface but deep inside realistically unhinged like he’s on some batshit level crazy to proof he will do anything to have oc. Hope you like these!!
Jungkook is somehow transported into a video game, in which he has an unhealthy obsession with the main character – you.
genre – virtual reality au, fluff, smut.
pairing – nerdy, gamer jk x fem reader.
warnings – explicit language and smut.
word count – 6k+
banner creds – the amazing, talented, beautiful @luvismenu🩷
Jungkook does not know what time it is, neither does he care what time it is. He just guesses that it’s quite late. He’s too absorbed by his monitor to be bothered by anything else. Well, of course he is. He loves video games, they’re his escape, his therapy.
Today he’s decided to play Apex Legends. His favourite one. It wasn’t just about the immaculate graphics, the realism of the game or the wondrous challenges. It was about you, Y/N. The main character of the game. The bossy, adventurous and drop-dead gorgeous commander who leads the elite team through battles.
You’re everything he isn’t – confident, brave and so, so dominant. He salivates over the way you’re so effortlessly beautiful, the way your uniform accentuates your perfect curves, how your hair tied into a messy ponytail makes you look even sexier. And your voice, your sweet, seductive voice could bring him to his knees. He loves the way you bark orders at your team, the way you portray your lines with such conviction. He wishes you were real so you could demand things from him and tell him what to do.
Every time he was free, he’d be on the game. Playing the story mode and the side missions, watching you. And yeah, sometimes he’d lean back in his gaming chair, slipping his hand under his sweatpants and jerking off to you. It isn’t weird, right? Even though you’re just pixels, you’re perfect. Not a single woman has ever made him feel the things you do – not that he’s been with many girls. No, he hasn’t. He hasn’t even had sex yet. He’s just an inexperienced loser obsessed with a fictional character.
The game loads like normal. He selects his usual loadout and joins the story mode. The game starts with your intro. You confidently stride, eyeing your men and their forms, then your eyes flicker to the screen, speaking to the player.
“Listen up, rookies. This isn’t a playground. One wrong move and you’re dead. Follow my lead or get left behind.”
Jungkook admires you, thinking about how hot you are. He could stare at you forever. But for now, he decides to start playing. At first, it’s the same as always – he gets in headshots, kills enemies and keeps up with you and your squad.
But after a few minutes, something starts to feel very off. The screen flickers unusually, like an awful glitch. The audio becomes louder and everything brighter. Then suddenly he’s levitating and getting pulled toward the screen. His stomach drops and he tries to stand but his legs won’t work.
“What the– wait, no–”
He feels as if he’s falling forward, but there’s no floor. Everything starts to feel otherworldly and disorientated. Before everything goes black, he hears what must be your voice.
When Jungkook opens his eyes again, the world is spinning. He’s laying on his back on cold, hard concrete, staring up at a dark, smoky and gloomy sky. His head is pounding. He groans, rubbing his temples as if it might help him make sense of what’s going on.
Slowly, he pushes himself up onto his elbows. His heart is beating way too fast in his chest. This isn’t his room… this is the video game. He knows this place well. This is where your squad stays and where all the missions begin. He spawns here all the time. But this time, he isn’t analysing it through a screen.
He looks down at himself and freezes. His normal clothes are gone and replaced by the recruit uniform from the game. The perfect attire for a soldier from your squad – black tactical pants, a long sleeve compression shirt under a military vest and combat boots.
“What the fuck…” he whispers in pure disbelief.
He gets up to his feet with shaky legs and looks around. He sees people moving around and soldiers. They have to be the NPCs from the game. They’re all wearing the same attire as him, except they look a bit different. Most of them are bigger than him, they look rough and rather scary. A couple of them glance his way, probably wondering who he is.
Jungkook gulps hard. He shoves his hand in his pockets and keeps his head down, walking around and trying to look like he’s from around here. He walks toward the barracks, his brain over working as he thinks. Jungkook’s a smart guy, probably the smartest in the country. He always has an explanation for things, but right now, he cannot comprehend what’s happened to him.
He walks into the barracks, seeing many more soldiers here. They all look so much stronger than him, like they could wipe him out in thirty seconds max. He finds an empty bunk in the corner and takes a seat, burying his face in his hands, still in deep thought. How is he going to survive here? He doesn’t know how to shoot. He’s never really thrown a punch in his life. And now he’s in a warzone with people who must’ve been training for it their whole lives.
All of the scenarios that Jungkook thinks might have led to this doesn’t make sense. Nothing could make this make sense. He’s not going to make it here. He’s just an introverted loser who prefers virtual reality over real life and a fictional woman over real women.
His thoughts shatter when he hears your voice. His heart drops to his feet and feels goosebumps on his arms. He whips his head so fast to look at you that it makes him dizzy.
“New recruit?” you ask, standing by the doorway.
The real version looks even more devastating than the pixels, perfect in a way he cannot comprehend. You’re standing there with a hand on your hip, looking at him expectedly. You aren't rough like everyone else here. Sure, you’re intimidating as the rest of them, maybe even more. But you’re beautiful and precious.
You tilt your head, scanning him up and down. “Well?” you take a step closer to him, causing his heart rate to spike once again. “You gonna sit there and stare at me, or are you going to talk?”
Jungkook’s mouth goes too dry. He tries to open it to say something, but nothing comes out. He stands up from the bed too quick, almost stumbling forward but he catches himself before any further embarrassment. You cross your arms now, watching his awkward display.
Now that he’s standing up, he towers over you so you have to tilt your head back to meet his nervous eyes. Jungkook continues to just stare at you. Even though his legs feel like jelly, he stands up from the bunk way too fast and immediately stumbles forward before balancing himself.
You stand with your arms crossed, watching Jungkook’s awkward display. You tilt your head up at him, meeting his very nervous eyes. Jungkook’s brain buffers as he takes you in from up close. You’re ethereal.
‘“Are you not going to talk?” you ask, sound annoyed now.
Jungkook swallows loudly. “Y–yeah. I’m…I’m a new recruit. Just got here, Y/N. Ma’am. Commander.” He wants to die.
You hum, thoughtful. “Can’t wait to see you in action. Hope you’re worth the space on my team.” you eye him up and down, assessing him. “Good news for you though. We’ve got a mission coming up soon. Try not to fall over your own feet.”
With that, you walk away. Jungkook can’t help himself. He watches you walk away, checking you out like some perverted freak. Watching the sway of your hips, the way your tactical clothes hug your perfect figure, accentuating your curves. Fuck, you’re so hot. Finer than anything he’d ever imagined.
He watches until you’re out of his sight. Before he can go back and take his seat, a slightly muscular, tall guy stands in front of him. Jungkook immediately realises who it is. He’s Taehyung. one of the elite soldiers under you. The cocky guy who’s stronger than everyone on the team, who’s widely admired, who never misses a shot. And who also happens to be your love interest.
Taehyung steps in close, invading Jungkook’s personal space as he speaks lowly. “New recruit, huh? I’m gonna warn you now before you get any funny ideas,” he sizes Jungkook up before continuing. “You better keep your eyes to yourself, off Y/N. She’s mine. Look at her like that again and we’re gonna have a problem.”
Jungkook doesn’t want to back down so easily, but he has no choice. This whole situation is too complicated. He can’t start a fight with a guy who could probably break him in half. So he chooses peace. He raises his hands and takes a step back.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just here to do the missions.” His voice comes out steadier than he expected.
Taehyung stares at him for a few more seconds before nodding and also stepping back. “Smart choice.”
Taehyung turns and walks away. Alone again, Jungkook sits back on the bunk and runs a hand through his hair. He’s going on a mission? Jungkook is all books and brains, he’s barely athletic. How is he supposed to survive this? Even as his mind spirals over getting himself hurt, his highest concern is not being able to impress you or to live up to your expectations.
“Everyone ready! Airship leaves in ten!” Taehyung shouts to the entire team.
Everyone begins to rush around, grabbing gear, checking weapons and going over plans. Jungkook follows the flow and his own weapon. His hands shake but he forces himself to keep moving. On the airship, everyone gets in. Jungkook finds a seat near the back.
Surprisingly he’s not as nervous as he expected to be. Instead he feels a strange sense of excitement. He wants to be brave, he wants to prove his worth to you. He wants to show you that even though he’s not like the rest of the guys on the team, he can be enough for you.
Someone sits in the seat next to him. Jungkook doesn’t need to look over to know who it is. He can tell it’s you by your sweet, addictive scent. It makes his brain fuzzy. He stiffens and grips his knees, staring straight ahead, not daring to look into your direction. You’re close to him, he can feel your body warmth.
“Jungkook.” you call his name.
Only then do his eyes snap toward your direction. But his eyebrows furrow in confusion when he realises that he hasn’t told you his name. He decides not to dwell on it, because nothing in here makes much sense anyway, so why would he start questioning it?
You’re looking at him with those big, observant eyes. Again, scanning him from head to toe, as if making mental notes about him. You lean in, your lips twitch to form a small, tiny smile.
“You don’t seem like the rest of the guys here,” you say softly in an almost intimate tone. “There’s something about you, Jungkook.” you pause, your eyes linger on his mouth before looking back into his eyes. “I like it.”
Jungkook’s breath audibly hitches. He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. You’re so close, you smell way too good. You look even better. Like you’re meant to ruin every fibre of his being.
You offer him a smile. “Try to keep up there, pretty boy.”
Jungkook barely feels the airship lifting off because all he can feel is you pressed against him and the exhilarating knowledge, knowing that you seem somewhat interested in him
The rest of the ride passes in silence. You don’t say another word to him, so he decides to stay silent as well and enjoy the close proximity between you. But every few minutes his eyes drift sideways to steal glances at your profile. He keeps telling himself to look away, to focus on anything else but you, but it’s near close to impossible when you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.
At one point, he obviously turns his head and locks eyes with Taehyung. Taehyung is already glaring at him with his jaw clenched tight, looking as if he’s plotting Jungkook’s death. Oh shit. Jungkook quickly looks forward again, swallowing hard as Taehyung’s warning from earlier echoes in his head.
The airship soon begins its descent, dropping toward a smokey urban warzone, like the hard levels he usually plays, only now it’s more detailed and brutal. There is nowhere to run or hide here, he has to face whatever threat comes his way.
“Gear check!” you call out as you stand.
Everyone stands after you, checking their gear, making sure it’s all in place. Jungkook fumbles with his rifle, checking the magazine and safety. He takes two grenades in case, along with a pocket knife.
You lead the way down the ramp, with your own gear in check, ready for battle. The rest of the squad fall into formation behind you, Jungkook follows with his heart racing.
—⍟—
The mission kicked off, Jungkook finds it beautiful, yet extremely chaotic and terrifying. Enemy forces swarm from all directions, undead, zombie-like creatures hungry for blood. Your soldiers try their best to wipe them out, but they’re quick, too quick for most of them. Jungkook should be panicking, but he isn’t. He’s doing much more than most people on your team – getting in kill shots, protecting his teammates wherever he can. You bark orders at him, he carries them out with great efficiency
For the first time in his life, he doesn’t feel like the awkward, push-over nerd. No. He feels alive and so much more confident. And that’s because of his urge to please you.
After hours of battle, Jungkook, along with you and your squad are almost at the extraction point, almost at the end of the objective when it goes wrong… Jake, aggressive as always, decides that it’s a good idea to throw a grenade at a cluster of the last of the undead, near a large building. The explosion is deafening. Killing hundreds of the undead, but also causing the building to collapse, a massive chunk of concrete is about to fall toward where you’re standing.
Jungkook sees you standing there unmoving. He doesn’t give it much thought, he just runs over to you, sprinting toward you and slams into you with his full body weight, arms around your waist as he pushes the both of you sideways. You both hit the ground hard, rolling over away, just as the concrete crashes down.
Jungkook ends up hovering over you, an arm embracing you as he shields you. Your fingers tightly grip into his vest but once knowing you’re safe, you open your eyes and stare up at him, with your mouth parted in genuine surprise and awe. For once the bossy commander looks perplexed. Something electric passes between the two of you as you two look into each other’s eyes. The world seems to narrow to just you and him, amidst the chaos.
Then once you snap out of it and remember where you are, you shove Jungkook off you gently but firmly and stand up on your feet. You furiously walk over to Jake.
“What the fuck was that? You nearly got me killed, you idiot!”
Jake’s face pales, he steps forward, holding his hands together in front of you. “Y/N–Commander, I swear I didn’t see you there, I swear. It was aimed at the hostels. I’m sorry, I–”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it when it almost gets me killed.” you say in a cold tone. “You’re off the team, Jake.”
Jake’s face falls. This is his worst nightmare come true, being off your team and away from you. The cocky man falls to his knees in front of you. “Y/N, please. Don’t do this to me. I’ve been with you since the beginning–.”
“Drag him out of here.” you order two squad members
Without hesitation, they haul Jake up by his arms. He begs as they pull him to the airship.
“Y/N! Give me another chance! Please!”
You don’t even glance back, you just signal the team to move. “Mission’s done.”
—⍟—
During the ride back, your remaining squad talk to one another about their victory, making plans to celebrate properly when back at the barracks. Jungkook is still buzzing with adrenaline, but he feels warm and satisfied, glad to have been part of the victory and glad to have saved you.
Once everyone is properly strapped in their seats, you sit down beside Jungkook again, sitting even closer than the first time. You’re quiet for a moment, before you turn your head to look at him.
“Hey… Jungkook,” you begin, your voice soft due to all the noise, but Jungkook hears you. “Thank you for what you did back there. You didn’t hesitate, most guys would’ve.” a genuine smile forms on your lips. “You’re more than worthy of being by my side.”
Jungkook’s heart does a flip and before he can help it, a boyish smile breaks across his face. His cheeks heat up. “I… I couldn't let anything happen to you.”
You study him for a long moment, eyeing his handsome features, your gaze lingering on his lips. You lift your hand to place it on his thigh, running it slowly up and down, caressing him. Jungkook feels a shiver run down his spine. Oh fuck. You’re touching him. His breath hitches and his thuds wildly in his chest.
If that’s not enough, you lean in closer, lips brushing the shell of his ear to whisper seductively, “meet me in my quarters an hour after we get back, okay?”
Jungkook gulps, his throat suddenly dry and nods jerkily, unable to form any coherent words. Sweat prickles on his forehead as he anticipates what might happen later on.
—⍟—
Jungkook paces the small space of his assigned quarters like a caged animal. His heart is beating so fast, he’s sure it will jump out of his chest. You want him to come to your quarters. You want him to come to your quarters. You, the seductive, dominant woman he’s always fantasized about wants him in your space. All alone.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair.
He needs to calm down, or at least look as if he’s not about to combust. He strips and steps into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over him. He scrubs himself with the soap provided, washing himself clean. He wants to be as presentable as possible to you.
When he steps out of the shower, with a towel around his waist, he opens his locker to find a black compression shirt, jeans and boots. He dresses before checking himself in the mirror. He looks clean, handsome, but he doesn’t feel as if it’d be enough for you.
After a few more moments, he walks over to your quarters, his palms sweaty and his mouth dry. When he finally reaches your door, he stands there for a long time before raising his fist with hesitation. What if this is some prank? What if he embarrasses himself? Before he can think of anything else, he forces himself to knock.
The door opens and Jungkook’s jaw nearly hits the floor. You’re standing there barely looking like the commander who leads her squad to wars. No, you look soft and so much more approachable, so devastatingly beautiful. You’re in a silky, pink robe that’s tied loosely, hinting your body underneath without revealing too much.
“H–hi,” Jungkook stutters embarrassingly.
You offer him a warm smile. “Come in, Jungkook.”
You step aside to let him in. He stumbles forward as he steps in but catches himself. You close the door after him. Your quarters are much bigger than the barracks, very feminine and luxurious. A large, soft bed dominating one side, a vanity with your toiletries, a kitchenette and an en suite bathroom.
“Make yourself comfortable,” you say, gesturing toward your bed.
Jungkook nods and sits on the edge of the bed, keeping his hands on his knees and trying not to fidget.
“Would you like something to drink?” you ask, walking towards the kitchenette.
“Just water, please,” he manages to say.
He cannot look into your eyes, every time his eyes flicker, they check you out as subtly as possible – looking at the way the robe hugs your curves, shaping your breasts, hips and ass. He thinks of filthy things. He imagines untying it, letting the robe pool at your feet, kissing every inch of your body, burying his face between your thighs and worshipping you.
You pour him a glass of water and hand it to him. He takes it from you with both hands, thanking you softly. The water helps a little, calming him down as he feels your gaze on him the entire time. When he finishes, he sets the glass in the nightstand beside the bed. Only then does he dare look up. You’re even more ethereal up close like this. Definitely the most beautiful he could ever lay his eyes on.
You reach down, using a finger to gently lift his chin upward so he can look into your eyes. “You were so good today. So perfect” you say, honest and almost seductive. “I want you, Jungkook. Wanna reward you.”
Jungkook nearly chokes on thin air, his eyes widening. Him? You want him? The inexperienced, nerdy guy who’s spent years only touching books and controllers? You bite your lip, watching him patiently.
“Are you okay with that?”
Jungkook’s heart is doing cartwheels. Nervous doesn’t begin to cover it, he feels like he might pass out or explode. But despite the panic, he feels the deep aching need he has for you. He nods, quick and extremely eager.
“Y-yes. I want that. A lot.”
Satisfaction crosses your face. You lean down slowly, edging closer to him. Jungkook stares at your lips, his own parted, waiting for you to close the distance. You close the distance, kissing him. Jungkook kisses back instinctively, shy at first until he gets bold and hungry. Your hands slide around his neck, fingers threading into his hair to get him closer.
You notice that Jungkook is hesitant, even as he kisses you deeply, his hands hover awkwardly near his side, too shy to touch you. Without breaking the kiss, you take his hands and guide them to your hips. You kiss him harder then, even hungrier, your tongue slips into his mouth to taste him properly.
You moan into the kiss when he starts to get sloppier. You climb onto the bed and push him backward until he’s laying back on the mattress, and you’re straddling him. Jungkook groans, his grips on you tightens, feeling your soft curves. You grind down on him, making him dizzy. Jungkook’s hands tremble as they slide lower, cupping your ass through the robe. He squeezes gently at first, then harder when you don’t pull away.
You hum appreciatively into his mouth. The sound makes his cock twitch against you, knowing that you’re enjoying his touch. You keep kissing him, your tongue sliding against his. After a minute, you pull back and sit upright on his lap, your weight pressing deliciously against his growing erection.
Jungkook’s breath hitches when you reach for the belt of his pants. He lifts his hips to help you, his fingers fumbling alongside yours until the belt is loose. You both shove his pants down, he toes off his boots so he’s left in his shirt and boxers. His boxers do nothing to hide how rock hard he is. Your gaze lingers on it, making his stomach flip.
Looking back into his eyes, you reach for the tie of your robe and slowly pull it open, it slides down your shoulders, arms and waist. Jungkook realises that you’re completely naked underneath. His eyes nearly water at the sight. Every single inch of you is perfect to him. He cannot stop checking you out, his chest rising and falling fast.
“Take off your shirt, Jungkook.” you command once you discard your robe somewhere.
He sits up and pulls the compression shirt over his head, tossing it aside. He’s lean but defined. Hours of working out in the campus gym has given him a nice figure. He’s got muscle, but not too much – he’s just right.
Your eyes darken with appreciation. You reach out and feel his chest and abs, while rolling your hips again, grinding your bare pussy directly against his cock. You keep grinding against him, your wetness soaking through his boxers as you moan and pant softly. The pretty sounds you make drive Jungkook insane. His hands move up, sliding from your hips to cup your breasts, squeezing and kneading them. Jungkook leans up, his mouth finding one of your nipples, he sucks on it and twirls his tongue around it. You gasp, your fingers tugging on his hair.
“Kookie…” the nickname slips out in a moan, breathy and affectionate.
Kookie? The thought flashes through his mind for a second, but he doesn’t dwell on it. Not when your breasts are in his mouth and when you’re grinding on his cock like you can’t get enough. He switches to your other breast, sucking hard and nipping on your nipple/
Your hands roam over his chest, over his abs and then lower, slipping into his boxers. “Take these off,” you whisper against the top of his head.
He obeys instantly. One hand grips your ass to hold you as he lifts his hips up, the other shoves his boxers down. His cock springs free, thick, long and already leaking at the tip. Your eyes widen, you salivate a little. This cute, shy nerd has all that?
You reach between your thighs and slip two fingers inside yourself, pumping them. Jungkook’s eyes widen, locked on the sight as if it’s the most mesmerising thing he’s ever seen. Your fingers wet with your own arousal, along with your soft sounds are too much. He might actually bust just from watching.
After a short while you pull your fingers out with a frustrated little huff. “They’re too short… doesn’t feel right.”
Before you can say anything else, Jungkook gently grabs your wrist and brings your wet fingers to his mouth. He licks them clean, tasting you properly for the first time.
“Mine will do the job,” he says, surprisingly confident.
You stare at him, speechless. He replaces your fingers with his own. His two long, thick fingers slide into you, fucking deep into you. Your hands fly to his shoulders, gripping tight as he pleasures you, his thumb rubbing your clit as his fingers thrust in and out of you.
“Oh – Jungkook –” you moans, hips bucking into his hand,
His fingers are relentless, hitting your perfect spot until you’re shaking. It’s not long before you’re coming hard, clenching around his fingers. He finger you through your orgasm, until you’re oversensitive and whimpering. Finally he pulls his fingers out and brings them to his own mouth, sucking them with a groan, keeping eye contact with you.
You crash your lips onto his, messy and needy. You sit up a little higher and reach down to position his cock at your entrance. Jungkook grips your hips again, holding you as you sink down. The stretch is intense. His cock is bigger than you expected, and it burns at first, but you take him slowly, until you’re completely seated against him.
Jungkook lays himself back, his head falling against a pillow as he groans loudly at the feeling of you enveloping him. He lets himself savour the feeling of finally being inside the woman he’s obsessed over for so long.
Your hands brace onto his chest as you lift yourself slowly, rising up until only his tip is left inside you, then you sink back down, taking all of his again. After that, the wet sounds of you riding him fill the room. Jungkook groans when you start riding him properly, sinking up and down on his length over and over again.
Jungkook watches you with half lidded eyes, bewitched by you. Your hands press harder into his chest for leverage as you pick up speed, your breasts bouncing beautifully. Jungkook pants beneath you. He caresses your hips, then lets his hands slide down to squeeze your ass again, kneading the flesh as you ride him.
Unable to control himself. Jungkook thrusts into you to meet your downward sink, burying himself deeper. He makes sure not to take over, letting you keep most of the control. Your movements grow a little sloppier, your pussy starts fluttering around his cock, making his grip on you tighten almost painfully. Fuck, are you gonna let him come inside you? He hopes so. He wants it so bad, he wants to fill you up.
You keep going, riding him harder until you’re releasing. Jungkook curses under his breath, groaning, jerking his hips up as he comes inside you, filling you up completely. You collapse forward onto his chest, and start pressing affectionate kisses along his neck and cheeks. Jungkook blinks, confused as to why you’re being so tender. You smile against his skin and peck the tip of his nose.
“Y/N–”
“You have to wake up now, Kookie.” you whisper against him.
His eyebrows furrow. What?
Jungkook’s eyes snap open. You’re hovering over him, pressing gentle kisses to his nose and cheeks, your hair tickling his skin. His hands are gripping your hips and ass extremely tight. And he’s rock hard, painfully hard, his cock is straining against his wet pants. He blinks rapidly, his brain is foggy and he snaps out of the deep slumber. It was just a dream…
When his vision clears properly, he’s met with the sight of his gorgeous girlfriend smiling down at him, eyes amused and affectionate. The real Y/N. His Y/N. Not the dominant commander from the game, but the woman he’s been dating for almost a year. The one he wakes up next, not quite believing that he actually pulled you.His pants are wet, a warm mess from the intense, vivid wet dream. You pull back slightly, still straddling his waist, giving him a little grin.
“Good morning, baby. What were you dreaming about, hmm?” you ask, knowingly.
Jungkook's cheeks redden. He reaches for his glasses on the nightstand, putting them on so he can see his beautiful woman properly. Noticing your messy hair, the oversized of his that you’re wearing, the way you’re smiling down at him. You’re too perfect.
He swallows and speaks raspily. “I had the craziest dream about you.”
You hum, pleased. You love knowing that your shy, introverted boyfriend always has these vivid, filthy dreams about you. It makes you feel even more desired.
“You’re adorable, Kookie.” you lean down and peck his lips softly. “You can tell me all about it while I get ready, okay?”
You start to climb off him making Jungkook instantly frown. Before you can get too far, he sits up, grabs your waist and tugs you right down, so you’re straddling his hips again. You gasp softly, hands flying to his shoulders for balance and eyes widening in surprise at the sudden man handling from your usually gentle boyfriend.
He pouts up at you. “Where are you going?”
You raise an eyebrow, still a little surprised by his boldness. “To work, baby.”
“On a Saturday?” Jungkook asks with a whine.
Jungkook hates when you have to work on weekends. You already put in long hours all week at your demanding job, and because he’d chosen a much harder course in college, he still has another year of studying ahead. So weekends are supposed to be your time spent together, lazy mornings in bed, him having gaming sessions with you perched on his lap while he tries to teach you how to pay.
You smile softly at him, brushing strands of hair out of his eyes. “Yes, my boss asked me to come in today.”
“But I wanna spend the day with you.”
“I know, Kookie,” you say gently. “But I have to go in, she’ll be mad at me if I don’t. You need to get ready too so you can drop me off, okay?”
He sighs before looking at you pleadingly. “Fine… but can you at least help me first?”
His hands tighten on your hips as he glances down pointedly at the very obvious, very hard problem tenting his pants. “Please?”
You glance down, biting your lip. The way he’s looking at you makes it so hard for you to say no. “Jungkook, I’m gonna be late for work…”
“Please,” he whispers persuasively. “Just a little. I need you.”
You exhale, shaking your head at him. “Okay, okay. What do you want, baby?”
“I want you to ride me.” he says without hesitation.
Your eyebrow arches again, surprised and turned on by how direct he’s being. You lean down to kiss him, slow and deep.
“Alright, Kookie,” you murmur against his lips, already shifting to remove his pyjama pants. “But we have to be quick.”
——⍟——
The morning doesn’t stop with you just riding Jungkook. After you rode him, Jungkook flipped you over and ascended down your body until his mouth reached between your thighs. He ate you like was starved, licking your pussy before sucking your clit while inserting two fingers inside you. He didn’t stop until you were releasing hard for him, your thighs shaking around his ears as you coated his lips and chin.
You returned the favour eagerly, pushing him back onto his back and taking his long, thick cock into your mouth. As you sucked on him, Jungkook’s head tipped back in the pillows, glasses fogging as groaned. One hand tugged gently as possible on your hair while the other gripped the sheets. You sucked him pleasantly until he was coming down your throat.
Then you climbed on him again, this time in reverse cowgirl. Jungkook had the perfect view of your ass bouncing as you sank down on him, hands braced on his thighs for leverage. Jungkook watched himself disappear inside you over and over, hands gripping your hips and smacking your ass every now and then.
You finished the last round in the shower. The water cascaded over you both as he pressed you against the wall, lifting one of your legs so he could fuck into you deeply as you clung to his shoulders.
By the time you’re done, you’re deliciously sore. You move around the bedroom with a noticeable limp, legs trembling as you get ready for work. Jungkook, meanwhile, had thrown over some casual clothes and sat down in front of his gaming console while waiting for you to get ready.
In every game that allows character customisation he very carefully tweaked the female leads and companions to look exactly like you. Every single feature of the characters is identical to yours. It’s been like this for years, ever since he had fallen in love with you.
You step out of the bedroom and pause into the living room doorway, watching him game, momentarily lost in his virtual world. He’s hunched forward, headphones on, meshing the buttons as he looks at the screen with a little furrow between his eyebrows. He’s so cute. You’ve always thought so, even back when you were just classmates in college. He was the quiet guy who sat in the back row and mostly kept to himself. You remember thinking that he was sweet, introverted and one heck of a genius. You never really guessed he harboured a fat ass crush on you the entire time.
You limp behind his chair and lean down to press a kiss on his cheek. “I’m ready to go.”
Jungkook pauses his game, spins on his chair and pulls his headphones off. His eyes light up when they land on you then slowly look at you up and down, appreciatively. He sighs softly.
“What the hell did I do to deserve you?” he asks, his voice full of wonder. “How did I get so lucky?”
You giggle and reach for his hands to tug him out of the chair. He stands, towering over you. You look up at him with sparkling eyes.
“We’re both equally lucky, Kookie.”
He shakes his head, smiling down at you fondly as he pulls you against his chest. “No way. My girlfriend is the smartest, sweetest, most beautiful woman in the entire universe. I don’t know how I got you to be mine.”
You wrap your arms around his neck, beaming up at him. “And my boyfriend is the kindest, cutest, hottest man ever. My genius. I’m just as lucky.”
Jungkook huffs out a laugh, his eyes crinkling behind his glasses. He leans down and kisses you softly at first, then deep and dirty, inserting his tongue into your mouth, trying for another heated make-out session.
You pull back and place your hand on his chest. “We have to get going, or I really will be late.”
You step away to grab your work bag from the couch, but after a few steps, you stop and wince, feeling a bit sore between your legs. You try to hide the limp, but Jungkook notices. He chuckles behind you. Before you move again, he slides one arm under your knees and lifts you off your feet as his other hand grabs your work bag. You gasp and wrap your arms around his neck for balance.
“Jungkook!”
He grins and carries you toward the front door. “Can’t have you limping all the way to the car, can I?”
You rest your head against his shoulder, giggling softly. “You’re right. I’m thankful my job requires me to sit at a desk most the day instead of walking around too much. Otherwise I’d be in trouble.”
“Worth it though, right?” he asks, kissing your temple before walking you both out the door, and waiting for you to lock it.
“Very worth it,” you say, kissing his jaw. “My freaky nerd.”
My main posting blog @cupidsbling is no longer flagged, so i guess i won't need to make this one my main account anymore, but i will still keep it as a backup and post all my stories on here! and thank you guys so much for 120 followers omg! already??
hello fam! since i’ve been getting asks ab my fav fics (it was lwk js one ask, but we move), i thought i might as well make a whole post about them. it’s mainly going to be jk fics bc most of my all-time favs are jk centered, so this list will definitely lean that way (i might sneak in a few other members tho lol). these are js the ones that came to mind right now (lwk hv so many gems that i probably forgot, which is why you’ll most likely see me updating this list pretty often) also, this isn’t ranked in any way, it’s literally js me dumping fics i love lols. anw, here you go ♡
𓏲 paint me, play me by @letsbangts
when all he plays in is shades of black and grey, what will he do when you paint over his life with colours he’s never tried before?
i love this one sm omg, there are genuinely no words to describe how perfect it is. everything about it works: the plot, the characters, the writing style, all of it!! i remember binge reading it on a random saturday night and staying up until 4 am, kicking my feet and squealing the entire time. it’s honestly the best thing ive read in so long. i’m already such a sucker for the grumpy x sunshine trope, so this was basically made for me, and im eternally grateful that i stumbled upon it ♡ i genuinely cannot wait to read more ugh
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𓏲 raven unit by @themfchase
with your life at risk and several people around you dead, your loyal head of security makes sure your safety is taken care of when he’s out of the picture. three ruthless, dangerous and deadly men take on the task to protect and hide you, min yoongi, jung hoseok and the one in command, jeon jungkook.
oh my god, this was so so good. i genuinely lived through every single moment (cried and everything) it messed me up in the best way. i remember not being able to move on from it at all; every time i tried to start a new fic, i’d just think, nah… i can’t finish this, it doesn’t hit the same. this how good it was
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𓏲 under the checkered flag by @dreamersparacosm
jungkook lives his life at full speed: constantly in the spotlight, always in motion, and forever surrounded by the thrill of fast cars and even faster temptations. he’s the best in the game, and he knows it, relishing in the rush of victory, the glamour of his fame, and the chaos that follows.
okay.. hear me out!! ik this wasn’t one of ang’s favs, but it’s so incredibly dear to me (and lwk always will be) i read it during a time in my life when i was going through some really heavy stuff, and i just happened to stumble across this fic. everything ab it genuinely cheered me up and gave me so much comfort!! i remember feeling so happy and satisfied with every part of the story (esp the ending, it was so cute, i can’t even explain it) ’swhy it holds such a special place in my heart ♡
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𓏲 the return of an empress by @you-are-my-joy
after one fateful night, you find yourself transmigrated into your favorite novel as the empress that shares the same name as you. as a bookworm, most would think you’d be happy, but how could you be happy when the empress you’ve become is expected to be killed in three months. the only thing on your mind now is to learn how to survive.
now listen… i’m not usually into poly stories like that, but this one? mamamia. truly chef’s kiss. i already knew it was going to hit just from reading the synopsis, bc.... reincarnating into your favorite book and kinda becoming the villainess? that’s literally perfection!!!! i’m obsessed with this trope, ive literally watched every anime with it because even when the premise is similar, each one somehow hits harder than the last?? anw, i was completely in love with this, lwk binge read it in 3 days bc i js couldn’t get enough. the plot twists, the characters, the writing, the story itself gosh– everything was js perfecto.
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𓏲 the lowlander by @foxymoxynoona (ao3)
out of the frying pan and into the fire: marguerite is already used to life as a barely-tolerated outcast, being the elven daughter of an orlesian noble, but after her travel party is attacked, she goes from one hostage situation to the next. sure, her new “man” is brave and handsome and one of the best warriors in the hold, but he’s also hard-headed, impatient, and expects her to be the perfect avvar woman. she refuses. she will not lose herself in this place. anyway, she only has to endure him until she can figure out how to make her escape, or face an even worse evil at the end of a month...
buckle up, bc this fic is going to take you on a very long ride. but before anything else, a genuine warning: it deals with some very heavy & sensitive themes, so please make sure you’re in the right headspace before diving in. proceed with utter caution pls. that being said… this is a masterpiece. and i’m not exaggerating (not even in the slightest) i hv never been this invested (emotionally or even physically) in a fictional story the way i was with this one. it felt so real. so raw. the kind of story that stays with you and messes with your guts long after you finish it. and the writing? insane. truly flawless and ugh i don’t even hv the words to properly describe how good it is– so read it and be the judge!!!!
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𓏲 i want you to stay by @ahundredtimesover
working for jungkook isn’t the same as working for hoseok. for starters, jungkook doesn’t smile, he doesn’t appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. it doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. but as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. you’ve dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. and while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to jungkook, staying is always so much harder.
oh em gee!! i love love love mee some slow burn office romance! and this fic is js the perfect represention for this trope!! also the writing is top tier im lwk in love
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𓏲 black swan (wattpad)
after a prank gone wrong in her old school, rich mean girl, min lea, dance captain of contemporary dance team ‘elite movement’ is forced to transfer to a school in the urban area of town where she encounters a new street dance crew ‘all stars’ and bumps heads with dance captain jeon jungkook.
i miss lea x jk :( i lwk miss the whole gang bye
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𓏲 bad decisions by @alphabetboyluvr
it’s simple: write your deepest darkest fears on origami birds and string them up on jungkook’s ceiling. when they fall—which they inevitably will, thanks to his cheap daiso washi tape—you have to face the fear. set it free.
the issue? you’ve a fear of intimacy.
jungkook, a fear of rejection.
and you’ve both got the capacity to make some incredibly bad decisions.
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𓏲 between the ride and the roses by @focusonkayjay
here’s an insane turn of events when your calm and peaceful life is intruded by jungkook, a biker boy who sets up his loud business right next to your own. your paths cross under unlikely circumstances, starting with a clash of personalities but gradually you find yourself establishing a deeper connection with the annoyingly attractive biker jerk. you both have no idea what’s in store for you guys as you try your best to put up with each other.
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𓏲 be mine, princess (ao3)
jeon jungkook transfers into the most prestigious university in the country, riding in on his sports scholarship and ready to take the place by storm. till he sees you in his class and then at the party of the frat he’s joining. now the only thing he wants to take is you on a date, but who are all these guys you seem to be around all the time?
you had finally reached the university of your dreams, ready to have the full experience, or as much as your brothers will allow. a raven haired boy catches your eye, but you can’t have the first boy you take home have tattoos and piercings, can you? still, you can’t seem to stay away from him, no matter how much you try.
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𓏲 angel’s trumpet by @hansolmates
one second, your life is flashing before your eyes and the next, you’re transported into a world exactly like your own. but the jungkook you meet in this world isn’t a renowned singer or your former almost-lover, in fact he has no clue who you are and why you know him so well. as you work to find your way home lost and confused, you conclude that you’re either dead or in the middle of the most wicked drug trip of your life.
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𓏲 one night stand by @buryhny
as if the unexpected twist of a one-night stand turning out to be your CEO boss wasn’t surreal enough, the situation takes a more challenging turn when both of you discover that you’re expecting his child.
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𓏲 tangled thoughts (ao3)
it wasn’t easy to leave your boyfriend of two years, but the constant lies made you question your relationship. you tried to move on, but you were somehow constantly tangled in his web. after being captured by an unknown, yet familiar, enemy, jungkook wondered if he was doing the right thing by keeping his secret identity from you. was it too late to come clean?
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𓏲 miss you by @spideyjimin
⤷ going to a writing retreat with the devil lovers, your brother’s band, wasn’t actually in your plans, especially after the intense promo for your last book. but that retreat turns into a complete nightmare when your brother asks for your help and begs you to work with jungkook, the man who broke your heart years ago. what could go wrong? absolutely everything!
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𓏲 deep six by @bratkook
it’s like a stranger had a key, came inside of my mind and moved all my things around. he didn’t know snakes can hear the prey, can’t try to break the psyche down.
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𓏲 mind of mine by @yslkook
you, a data scientist, have always found comfort in numbers and analysis. and there’s jungkook, a tattoo artist who has always been in your orbit, just on the edge. for years. attraction has swirled between you both from the beginning, but neither of you seem to do anything about it. until now.
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𓏲 rattled by @gukslut
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𓏲 to the stars (ao3)
it was always you, and jimin, and your best friend jihyun. but fate, regardless of whether you believed in it or not, had other plans for you. jimin told you once, “it’s a tough road to the stars.” nowadays it was hard to believe the stars were somewhere you could reach.
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𓏲 crimson park (ao3)
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𓏲 new rules by @tayegi 💔
ꪆ୧ ⠀ ── ⠀ fics im currently reading & loving so far
worst behavior by @luvismenu
unfortunately yours by @words-in-purple
boyfriend hotline by @matchastwb
when you’re watching by @juunieez
mnemonic by @solecize
off the record by @dreamersparacosm
studio 306 by @joonam
𓏲 ps ─ i’ll be updating this list frequently bc i hv a jelly fish typa memory, so stay tuned :) and please– if you’ve read any of these (or you’re currently reading them) and love them as much as i do, DM ME (i’m begging) i need more people to yap ab them with, i so desperately NEED more yap buddies
