Consequences of a Clean Girl's Husband (Jungkook Oneshot)
Warnings: Majority smut, porn with plot, riding, oral (m. receiving), etc.
Synopsis: Jungkook wants to spend more time with his wife. But knowing her, she will include him in the way she knows best: Google Calendar.
"You can't just do that." Jungkook scoffs, leaning back in his chair and running a frustrated hand down his face.
"What do you want me to do?" You frown, confused by what's angering him so much. "You said we didn't spend enough time together because I'm always off doing my own thing and I added you to my schedule."
He remains silent for a hot minute. His hand is on his nape and he's holding your gaze under his dark bangs. He's choosing his words carefully but he ends up grunting, shaking his head, unable to think rationally.
"Y/N, I'm your husband not your workplace. You can't just put me down on your calendar like an event you have to do out of routine and discipline! You have to do it because you love me!" His face grows hotter the more he speaks.
It's your turn to be silent and register his words whilst finding your own.
"Let me get this straight: you complain about us not having sex, a problem, and I go out of my way to make space so that we can do it once a week and put it on my calendar, a solution, and you're mad at me?"
"Go out of your way?" He sits up with his back straight. "You do realize how awful you sound right?"
"Jungkook," You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose in irritation. "Look, this is the first dinner we've had together in weeks and I don't want this to ruin it. How about we give it a try and if you really dislike it we come up with another solution, yeah?"
He grabs his glass of water and chugs a whole bunch.
"Jungkook. You're being immature." You hiss. "Answer me."
"Fine!" He yells.
"But sex doesn't work like that. You setting a time for us is not gonna work because it has to be natural. Just because you set Friday 8PM as 'Sex Time' doesn't mean I'm gonna get hard on the dot."
"Eat your food." You roll your eyes, putting an end to the converstion.
Jungkook is driving back home when it dawns on him that it's Friday. He glances at the clock on his car screen.
7:43 P.M.
He usually arrives a minute or two before eight, and something tells him you're gonna fail at this so called "Sex Time." He's had an exhausting day, you always have exhausting days, and the bedroom has been used only for sleeping these past few months he might just fall asleep as soon as he enters.
He parks his car, grabs his stuff from the passengers side and locks the doors before making his way to the entrance.
When he enters, the place is dark.
Around this time you're usually taking your long shower. He can't even join you in there because you prefer icy cold baths, you're so determined on exfoliating, dry brushing, rinsing, scrubbing, shaving, etc...
Ugh, the thought alone is making his head hurt.
He drops his keys in a bowl and walks to the kitchen to serve himself a cold glass of water.
He's opening the fridge to check for dinner when he hears you.
"Jungkook?" It's coming from the bedroom.
"Yeah?" He yells back, crouching and reaching deep in the fridge for a yogurt. He realizes he can't get it out unless he takes out all the stuff in front of it so he gets back on his feet and rolls up his sleeves.
"What're you doing?"
He jumps slightly and his head snaps towards you.
You're leaned against the kitchen's archway with your right hand and head against the post.
His eyebrows furrow.
The only light source is the fridge's glow and it's barely touching you but he can see your silhouette.
"Are you naked?"
You let out a soft laugh and step forward where you garments are more visible and the vibrant red lingerie set you've got on as tight as skin punches the last bit of air Jungkook had stored in his lungs.
He hasn't seen you in something so flashy in so long. These recent days you just wear your casual gym clothes and a matching pajama set that show absolutely nothing.
This thing you have on leaves nothing to the imaginations.
Jungkook opens his mouth to speak but his jaw just twitches and he swallows, shamelessly keeping his eyes on your tits.
"You can touch, baby." You remind him.
He doesn't wait.
His hands are on you in a blink of an eye: nose buries in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, hands squeezing and running all over your hips and butt.
It's not long before he's kissing you, pressing you against the wall and ripping his pants and shirt off like they're chains keeping him away from you.
He's getting harder and harder by the minute as he grinds against you, holding your breast and playing with your nipple under your bra.
You manage to push him off eventually and pant, "We're supposed to start in the bedroom, Jungkook. I prepared it for us."
You fail at sounding angry, fail at scolding him. He can see the way your thighs are pressed together that you're just as turned on as him.
"Let's not waste another minute then." He lifts you up on his shoulder and smacks your ass as he carries you to the bedroom, kicks the door open and throws you on the bed.
He's climbing up, kissing up your legs and placing them on his shoulders as he nears the spot where you need him most. You squirm and pant, sitting up on your elbows as he pulls your panties to the side and starts eating you out like a starving man.
The muscles on his back flex when you let out vulgar moans, when you call out his name in the softest of sighs and when you pull at his soft locks.
You're panting, nearly choking on your own spit when you cry out that you're about to come undone.
He doesn't stop. He sucks and licks on your clit and shoves three fingers into your cunt, stretching and preparing you for something much bigger.
Jungkook is so hard that it hurts but it's all worth it in the end when you squirt in his mouth and fall dead flat on the bed.
He gets up and flips you around with one arm, the other one ripping off his boxers and jerking himself. He pulls your ass up so that it hangs in the air for him, your face planted flat and still catching your breath, and he shoves himself completely in one go.
He lets out a guttural moan, leaning forward so that his chest is flat against your back.
"Ready, princess?" He grunts, regaining his composure as he slides out slowly and increases his pace slamming back in.
He grabs your hair in one hand and forces your face to the side until his mouth is able to connect with yours and he's suck on your tongue, swallowing your screams and moans.
He leans back and when you try to get on all fours he shoves your face back into the mattress.
"Keep your ass high for me, baby."
Jungkook enjoys watching you submit to him. In everyday life, you boss him around, you choose everything, you do everything because you like being in control. But in bed, he loves seeing you so weak and submissive.
He watches your ass clap against his pelvis and begins taking turns smacking each cheek until you're red and swollen.
As he feels his high coming close he pulls back and positions himself against the headboard with his dick leaking and swollen tip glistening against his abs.
"Come show me what that pretty mouth can do aside from nag," he demands and you crawl as best as you can until you've dragged yourself enough to have his dick close to your mouth.
With weak hands, you grab the base of it and bring it to your lips, opening them to swallow any leaks and coating him with your own drool.
"Mmm," He bites down. on his lower lip and brushes loose hair strands away from your face.
"I know you can go deeper."
You sink him down lower, your eyes rolling back as it touches an unused part of your mouth.
Just as you begin to gag, Jungkook places a hand on the back of your head and pushes you deeper and deeper.
Your hands grip his thighs, pulling away from him but he's begun to thrust into your mouth and he's moaning so loud like he's about to come.
You give in and collapse when he lets you go.
But it's only for a second.
"Get on my lap." He commands.
You don't move fast, still coughing and panting, so he pulls you and sits you on his lap with his dick stuffed between your walls in a matter of seconds.
"I want you to ride me," he starts and you lean forward with your hands on his chest, about to say you can't keep going.
He tilts your face up with his finger and smiles, "Can you do that for me, baby?"
Your body shivers, but with a small nod, you begin to gather strength to plant your feet on the sides of his hips and slowly lift your hips before sinking back down.
"Oh," He whines in disappointment, "We both know you can do better than than. You go to the gym so much and you're so weak. Isn't that a waste of time?"
He grabs a handful of your hips on both hands and speeds up your pace, forcing you up and down faster.
"Should I make you skip gym and teach you to fuck me better as cardio? Show me what you've acquired from hours of weightlifting in place of fucking your husband, slut." He seethes through clenched teeth, his fingernails digging into your flesh.
Something tells you he isn't just dirty talking you, but his demeaning words are hurting your ego so you get to work.
You take your hands from his chest and lean back so that your hands are on his thighs and he has a better view of his dick inside your pussy.
You begin bouncing faster, his balls slapping against the underside of your ass and this makes him jolt at first but eventually he's groaning and playing with your clit, spitting on his fingers and rubbing you so that you falter in some of your movements which cause him to smile wickedly.
With his other hand he plays with your nipple, squeezes your boobs and slurs promises about filling them up with milk and planting a baby in you so you can pause your work and just be his to fuck and play with.
Minutes pass, multiple orgasms happen and you're probably on your sixth position of the night when your phone begins to ring but Jungkook doesn't stop slamming into you from missionary.
"J- Jungkook," You manage to get out.
"Shh, I'm not done with you." He spits.
"That's our timer-- I have work tomorrow!" You whimper.
"Oh, baby..." He chuckles, hair sticking to his forehead from the amount of sweat covering his body, "We're not stopping until you make up for all the lost time we've had like this."
Nerdy! Popular! Jungkook x Millionaire! Popular! fm. reader
College AU
Summary: Jungkook becomes infatuated with a girl who just happens to be older, richer and hotter than any girl he's ever laid eyes on. He asks his two older best friends for help and they create a plan to help him bag the girl of his dreams. Everything is going right until one of them realizes they also have feelings for the girl.
A/N: Lots of plot twists. I don't know what was going through my mind when writing this, but I'm proud and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
WC: 4.5k
He hated that feeling. That stupid feeling that attacked him in the chest when he saw her smiling from ear to ear, pearly whites shining behind glossy, full lips. He'd watch you from a distance and ask a few questions to his peers and classmates to not seem suspicious; too ashamed of his true colors.
You're exactly what he wants: what he's always wanted and he's so scared that it's found him. What if he scares you away? Yes, he has women begging him to give them the time of day but they're not you. He's already sent follow requests on all social media platforms and you've followed back and he's liked all your posts and stories.
What's he to do now?
Jungkook throws a shot back and swallows, hissing lightly and scrunching his nose.
"How was that?" Hoseok grins and cocks an eyebrow before downing a shot, too. "Do you feel it? I miss when I felt every bit of pain alcohol had to offer when I started drinking."
Jungkook clicks his tongue, savoring the bitter tingles on his tongue. He can't help his eyes traveling behind Hoseok, towards the dance floor.
You're not there now but soon enough you will be.
"How're your classes, kid?" Jin comes up from behind Jungkook and pats him on the shoulder before snatching one of the many served shots Hoseok has lined up.
"Hey! I was going to play a game with those!" He snarls.
Jin downs it, "I need it. A patient died under my supervision early this morning."
This silenced Hoseok who hummed.
Jungkook stares at the older man with wide eyes, "Is this the first time?"
Jin brushes his bangs out of his face and snickers bitterly, "Of the year, yes."
"It's January." Hoseok lets out and slaps a hand over his own mouth.
"Sorry, hyung."
"Whatever. I prefer my job over researching the color of Beatles and their ancestry." Jin scoffs.
Hoseok jaw drops and he glares at Jin but is interrupted by Jungkook who clears his throat and pushes his glasses up his face.
"I need advice from both of you."
"Ooh, girl trouble?" Jin cocks a brow and Hoseok hums in disagreement.
"Jungkook is too handsome to have trouble with women. Too cute to be rejected- shit, you could cheat and they wouldn't believe it." Hoseok downs another shot.
"I like a girl but I don't know what to do." He lets out in one breath and Hoseok starts coughing up his drink.
Jin holds Hoseok as he nearly trips and slaps him on the back.
Hoseok huffs and stands upright, exhaling a shaky breath.
"There's that pain I was talking about."
He stands up and thanks Jin, clearing his throat and looking around to make sure nobody saw him. He runs a hand over his brown locks and frowns at Jungkook.
"Confess. It's that simple for guys like you. Even if she has a boyfriend I'm sure she'd leave him in a snap after looking at you."
"No, hyung. I'm really scared. She's not the typical girl I get asked out by. She's wild and smart. She posts herself in a new country every month, she's usually always partying and I just noticed her this year-"
"Are you talking about Bae Y/N?" Jin interjects.
"You know her?"
"She's my mentee." His eyes brighten and a terrifying smirk covers his lips.
"She transferred here to complete her last two years of undergrad. Said she didn't like it abroad- Her parents own a few hospitals in the countryside. Her parents went to college with mine but I never met her until now."
"So you know her pretty well? Like her favorite color and stuff?" Jungkooks eyes go wide and he nibbles on his lower lip impatiently.
"Her favorite food is Pho, she loves going out literally anywhere and she hates loud people- which is pretty hypocritical considering she's not so quiet herself. That's about it, though. I thought you didn't want to date anyone at the moment?"
"She's really pretty."
Hoseok snorts at Jungkook's naive answer.
Jin smiles, finding Jungkook cute.
Jin's eyes widen for a moment.
"Oh, and another things..." Jin quints his eyes, counting in his head, "She took a few gap years. If I'm not mistaken she might be three years older than you are."
"She's really behind in her studies." Hoseok points out and Jin laughs.
"When your parents are multi-millionaires you're never behind."
He had only one class with you. It was a fun little art class that fulfilled a general education requirement, which he typically dreads.
He hates art, even though he's received opportunities any artist would take in a heartbeat.
You sit with a group of five. They're all girls except for one guy.
Kim Namjoon.
The tall guy with the perfect grades and perfect smile.
Jungkook never liked him to begin with; he felt like he was always in a competition even before you came into the picture. The most humiliating thing is that this competition is all in his head.
Kim Namjoon might not even know who he is.
"There is math involved, which I know will make a lot of you unhappy but get past that stage and everything else is a piece of cake!" The professor explains.
"Since you all voted for partnered work, I assigned everyone to someone. One person gets the paper with the instructions. Read everything. Together. The person who gets the paper will be in charge of connecting with the other. Got that?"
Jungkook nibbles on his lower lip and scratches the skin of his thumb, sneaking a few glances where you are conversing with your friends.
God, he hopes you're his partner.
"You have an older brother who has a professional career in the arts, huh?" Jimin asks and sighs. "I hate art, and math, and school."
Taehyung slaps the back of Jimin's head who snaps his head to stare at the guy, "What's your fucking problem?"
Taehyung delivers a boxy grin and holds up the packet, waving it in Jimin's face, "Partner!"
Jimin groans and his head drops between his shoulders.
"Jeon Jungkook." The professor calls.
Jungkook's heart skips a beat. He stands slowly but picks up the pace when he sees the professor is already calling out the next student.
He grabs his packet and quickly turns the page to see his name and then the name right under it.
Kim Namjoon.
Fuck.
"Slow down, kid." Hoseok pats Jungkook on the shoulder. They're at the club once again. Except this time, Jungkook suggested it and not Hoseok.
"What has he actually done to you? There's no way you hate him just for being better than you-" Jin is cut off by the fist that Jungkook pounds on the table.
Hoseok grabs the bottles of liquor that threaten to spill and holds them to his chest like a mother caring for her children.
"He isn't better than me!"
Jin rolls his eyes. "Why is drinking all we do together? Can't we hangout at a nice restaurant? I'm a surgeon for fuck's sake!"
Hoseok scoffs, "You make a few more bucks per hour than me and you already think you're too good to be our friend? Real trashy of you, Mr. Rich."
"That's not what I meant. It sounds like someone's not making enough off of insect sperm science-"
"Guys!" Jungkook throws his hands up in the air. His cheeks and puffy and flushed, lips pouty and red. "You guys promised you were going to help me figure out a way to talk to Y/N."
"I already talked to her." Jin deadpans.
Jungkook's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.
"What?! Without consulting me?!" He exclaims. He frantically stands out of his tall chair and grabs Jin by the collar, shaking him profusely.
"What did you say?! No," He whines and his arms fall back, his head falling to the side. "Now she thinks I'm a desperate loser."
"I didn't say you liked her, dummy." Jin pokes the side of Jungkooks head and snickers.
"Yah, Jungkook," Hoseok begins to scold, "Stop being such a childish bum and grow some balls and ask her out! Why would I waste my time figuring out a plan for a grown man to ask out a girl?"
"You're acting like I'm asking you for money, hyung. Why're you so stingy?"
"Stingy?!" Hoseok yelps. "I always buy drinks! Mr. Rich over here doesn't lift a finger, and Mr. 'Poor Me' is just as selfish!" Hoseok stands from his chair and grabs all the bottles that still have liquid inside them.
"I'm leaving." He begins to stomp out.
"Hyung!" Jungkook whines and chases after Hoseok.
It all happens in a blink of an eye. Jungkook trips over his own two feet, his hand reaches Hoseok's ankle and pulls him down, spilling the drinks on a waitress and two customers.
"Jungkook!" Jin gasps and pulls him up first.
Hoseok is left groaning on the floor until he's picked up by the shirt and shoved into a wall.
"Who the fuck are you to be spilling your cheap shit over my girlfriend?!" A strong guy bares his teeth at Hoseok who nearly pees himself.
"San! Let him go- it wasn't on purpose!" His girlfriend pulls on his arm and he finally lets go. They walk away but he shoots Hoseok a stare that drains the blood out of Hoseok's face.
Jin runs towards a terrified Hoseok and pats down his shirt.
"Are you okay, dude?!"
"That guy almost killed me." Hoseok chokes out.
"What are we gonna do?" Jin mutters.
"Let's leave him here." Hoseok spits bitterly.
Jungkook is wasted on a park bench. His eyes are shut but he's humming a song and sighing dramatically every now and then.
"He's drunk and handsome. He could get molested knowing the girls in the area."
Hoseok rolls his eyes and turns around, getting on one knee. "Put him on my back."
Jin grabs Jungkook by the arm and lifts him up.
"Woah! Where we going?" Jungkook giggles drunkenly and snorts.
When he's set and secured on Hoseok's back, Hoseok grimaces and says, "He's not going to my place."
"What if he throws up on my couch?" It's Jin's turn to whine.
"Make him pay for the repairs. You know how easy it is to guilt trip him." Hoseok chuckles and they begin walking towards Jin's car.
"It's my treat." Namjoon smiles as he hands Jungkook a flavored coffee.
"Are we working on the project here?" Jungkook mutters, still cold towards the guy.
"Of course not. I just wanted to get to know you first. I know you're like the guy every girl wants to get with. I have a few friends who told me to put a word in," He winks and a dimpled smile comes to light.
Jungkook's eyes brighten.
"Friends?" He corrected his jolly tone to sound more neutral. "Like who?" He takes a sip of the disgustingly sweet coffee.
"That's no fun. Telling you would not make your feelings mutual." Namjoon releases a deep chuckle that makes a shiver run down Jungkook's spine.
"What kind of music do you listen to?"
"I also like one of your friends." Jungkook states.
Namjoon breaks into a fit of coughs, reaching for a napkin as coffee seeps from the corners of his mouth.
"You do?!" He exasperates. "Who?!"
"That's no fun." Jungkook grins.
"Okay, so here's the plan," Jin stands in his living room that night with a long, wooden stick that he smacks on the white board.
"My schedule is going to be unpredictable in the next week or so. That means that you have to pay attention if you want me to help you, Jungkook." Jin sternly says.
Hoseok rolls his eyes and leans back on Jin's couch, gulping down the last of Jin's expensive scotch.
Jungkook responds with a determined nod.
"I hate when people say looks don't matter because they do. At least for the rich, hot and successful. Not one, or two, but all of these. You aren't particularly rich; not successful yet. But you are hot, so you have to use that to hook her first," Jin snickers evilly and points to a schedule he drew out.
"I have Y/N every Friday mornings to review material with her before she takes off to her internship," He continues.
"Boring, blah, blah, blah- Get to the good stuff, goddammit!" Hoseok groans and buries himself deeper into the couch, manspreading and folding his arms over his chest.
Jungkook shushes Hoseok, "Hyung, I need every detail."
Jin smirks, "As I was saying, she comes to my house and you need to make her notice you, hook her. And you only have one quality that could possibly attract a girl like her. Is it clicking?"
Jungkook rubs his chin, squints his eyes and hums in thought before Hoseok interrupts by exclaiming, "Oh, for fuck's sake! He wants you to seduce the girl!"
Jungkook's eyes widen at Hoseok's words before turning to Jin who is nodding and he gasps.
"B- But I've never done anything like this before..." He scratches the back of his head, spacing out at the thought of him being seductive.
"That's because you're so used to be the one to get seduced. In this case, you're doing the work." Jin explains. "It's time to be a man."
Jungkook lifts a dumbbell, he grunts and a drop of sweat runs down the side of his face. He watches his bicep bulge and his skin shine with a layer of sweat.
He always goes to the gym to workout just to have an okay physique. However, Hoseok is right beside him making Jungkook try out weights he's never lifted before.
"I'm tired of this, hyung." Jungkook whines, stomping both feet as he struggles to lift the dumbbell on the other hand.
"That's too damn bad, keep pushing." Hoseok scoffs.
"It's tomorrow." Hoseok reminds Jungkook. "Tomorrow is the day we carry out the plan. Do you want it to work?" He whispers like the devil on his left shoulder.
Jungkook yelps as he continues lifting, making heads in the gym turn and give concerned looks.
"Members on the dumbbell station: please, keep it down and be mindful of those around you." The speakers blast and Jungkook drops the 50 pound dumbbells on the floor.
Hoseok kicks him on the ankle and scolds, "Shut your bitchass up."
It's the morning.
Jin's doorbell is ringing.
8:00 A.M. on the dot.
Jin rushes to open the door and it's your bodyguard. A big, bald, muscular man with a voice so deep you feel its vibrations in your bones.
"I'll pick her up at 10." He says and steps to the side to reveal you standing there with the brightest smile, nose pink from the cold and a scarf triple your size wrapped around you.
"Mr. Kim!" You chirp and step inside, waving your bodyguard away and closing the door.
"Good morning, Y/N." Jin smiles curtly and looks over his shoulder towards his living room.
"I brought some of the herbal tea my parents got gifted from India. They don't know I brought it but I really wanted to see you try it." You dig into your bag and pull out a fancy box.
"I'll quickly make these. I promise I won't take long and then we can start with today's session!"
You walk away before Jin gets to respond and he nervously spins around and walks towards the bathroom and knocks softly.
"Jungkook? Are you done? She's here." He whispers.
"Hyung..." Jungkook's voice quivers. "I'm scared. I've never let a girl see me this way."
"Jungkook, let me in."
The door unlocks after a few seconds and Jin pushes inside, looking around to make sure you're out of sight.
Jin sighs and pats himself down before the fog from Jungkook's steamy shower clears and there he is in all his glory.
Jin's eyes nearly pop out of his head when he sees Jungkook in just a towel hanging loose from his hips, v-line deep and visible, abs hard with condensation dripping off of them and arms so big they make Jin feel insecure.
Jungkook runs a hand over his wet hair and looks at the blur of his silhouette in the mirror.
"Jungkook, you look amazing. If her jaw doesn't drop and the plan doesn't work out after this, she's a lost cause."
"Hyung." Jungkook frowns. "Stop. I really want to at least go on one date with her. Don't manifest a negative outcome."
"Did Hoseok make you watch subliminals? I told that little shit to keep his spiritual bullshit away from you. You get influenced too easily."
Jin begins to crack open the door. He points a cautious finger at Jungkook before exiting, "Don't fuck up. I'll have her in the living room in 5 minutes so count up to them in your head and don't overthink."
He quickly squeezes between the crack of the door and shuts it.
"Y/N!" Jin calls and starts walking towards the kitchen.
"Yes? We just have to let it soak but we can get a bit of review in before then. Shall we?" You pick up your bag from the counter and begin walking towards the living room.
Jin walks behind you, nervously nibbling on his lip.
In all truth, he was scared. He was subjecting his parents' friends' little girl to an inappropriate encounter but he cares too much about Jungkook to think about anything else.
If this goes wrong his parents could stop talking to him and he will never see you ever again.
He was beginning to second guess himself.
"Mr. Kim?" You call from the couch as you take out your folders and books.
"I told you to stop calling me that. I prefer uncle." He playfully scolds.
"But we're not related." You say smiling.
"But I practically raised you."
"You were a kid when I was born." You fight back.
"Your parents are my parents friends, though. So that should count to an extent."
"You're just a family friend. That eliminates any reason you have. We're not that far apart in age as you think we are," You smile and bite your lip.
"It's twelve years?" Jin laughs. "That's enough of an age gap for you to call me uncle."
"I prefer Mr. Kim."
That's when the door unlocks and Jungkook walks out in his skimpy towel and dewy body.
"Hyung, where are the clothes you were gonna let me borrow?"
Your jaw is left hanging for a second there. Jin watches the side of your face as you check out his younger friend.
Your first expression is shock and he watches you swallow hard, outwardly letting your eyes fall down Jungkook's impressive frame.
"Oh, shoot! Y/N, I'm so sorry... I forgot to tell you I had a friend over. Jungkook, go upstairs and find something in my closet," He scolds and Jungkook finally locks eye with you.
His heart is pounding so hard it nearly leaps out of his throat but he manages to curtly smile, turn on his heel and try his best to walk straight.
One foot, then the other, he reminds himself.
"Sorry," Jin apologizes and your head slowly turns to face Jin.
"What's did you say his name was?"
Bingo.
"Ay!" Hoseok cheers as they all bump their glasses and Jungkook throws back the drink, hissing at the alcohol ripping down his throat.
"Tell it again, Jin-hyung!" Jungkook giggles.
"She asked for your name, I told her and she was out of it the entire time!" He grins. "Just when I was leading her to the exit, she snuck a glance in the kitchen where you were and asked for you instagram only to find out you guys already followed each other- I think she'll talk to you this week. All you have to do is make sure she recognizes your face. Get in front of her as much as possible until she approaches you."
"That should be easy considering you have a project with one of her friends. Use your resources," Hoseok adds and orders himself more liquor.
"I've known she's the life of the party but I never fully registered the fact that she's an adult."
"How old was she when you met her?"
"Her parents had kept her a secret from my parents because they had her at a very young age. They had left her with her dad's parents all the way in Los Angeles until we all graduated from grad school. She was 18."
"That's not that young." Hoseok frowns and Jin shrugs.
"She was a shy, little girl in my eyes." He says and looks off into space.
"I'm scared to show my face after she saw me like that. I don't look like that at school." Jungkook interrupts and Hoseok rolls his eyes.
"You're such an insecure little boy. Sometimes I think you're compliment fishing and it pisses me off," Hoseok spits.
If Jungkook had a tail, it'd be in between his legs right now.
"I've never had a crush before," He reasons and Hoseok shakes his head in disappointment until his eyes suddenly widen.
His head snaps towards Jungkook and he places his glass down.
"Don't tell me..." His eyebrows come together, "Are you a virgin?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Jin snorts. "He gets shy showing his torso. How are you going to the gym six days a week only to not show off your assets?"
"I don't want to be cocky." Jungkook pouts.
"Bullshit," Hoseok mutters and looks around to see if his drink is on the way.
He grumbles and picks up Jin's glass, downing the remainder of the liqour inside.
Jungkook is sitting on his desk when you enter and you pause briefly in the entrance. He sees your silhouette still through his peripheral view but he keeps his head forward. He smiles at his friends who frown back at him.
"Oh, Yeri keeps bugging me about you man. Can't you at least take her out on one date?" Taehyung grumbles besides Jimin who rolls his eyes.
"Pimping out your little sister is crazy." Jimin snorts.
"She asked!" Taehyung slaps a hand over the table.
Jungkook ignores it all.
He nearly falls out of his desk, though, when a manicured hand grazes the edge of his desk and his eyes trail up a familiar figure.
"Jeon Jungkook?" It's Wendy.
"Yah, how many times does he have to tell you to fuck off for you to actually fuck off?" Jimin stands but Jungkook shakes his head.
"Why haven't you been to school?" Jungkook hums, flipping through the pages of his notebook until he finds a blank page.
"You noticed?" Wendy squeals.
"Your father told me to look after you since we're at the same university." Jungkook reminds her.
Her smile quickly fades and her eyes darken, "Fuck him. And fuck you, too!" She begins crying and runs out of the classroom.
Just as she's exiting, the professor walks in and he's met with a harsh bump to the shoulder but Jungkook is quickly distracted by your voice.
"Namjoon, you promised to come with me. Can't you postpone your meeting?" You whine.
Jungkook allows himself to fully watch you now, two rows in front of him. The professor settles in and begins to plug in his computer and get the projector going.
You're wearing a dotted dress with red kitten heels and your hair is up in the most beautiful braid. You're wearing gold hoops and you have a matching red scarf around your neck.
Jungkook feels his stomach flip as he watches you pout, standing in front of Namjoon's seat.
"I have to work on my project, Y/N. I'll take you out tomorrow, okay?" He huffs and slams open his book which makes your pout form into a snarl as you walk away to your seat.
Right on cue, the professor goes, "Alright, settle in class."
Namjoon Kim: Let's work on the project tomorrow.
Jungkook Jeon: We're already behind. What're you going to do?
Namjoon Kim: I promised a friend I'd take them out days before this project was assigned.
Jungkook Jeon: I'll come with.
Namjoon Kim: ...
Namjoon Kim: Fine.
Jungkook is sipping on his coffee awkwardly as you all sit in a bougie coffee shop. Thank God Namjoon was the one paying, but even with Jungkook not spending a cent he ordered the cheapest option.
You're trying out a new flavor that you seem to not enjoy as much and give it to your friend, Jenny. She trades drinks with you and you seem to enjoy hers a lot more.
"Jungkook, was it?" Jenny asks.
Your eyes flicker towards Jungkook and his mind goes blank.
"Jungkook?" Namjoon snaps. "Jenny asked you a question."
"Oh, erm... yeah." He grins.
"I've heard about you. He's the guy Lisa wants, right-"
Namjoon slaps a hand over Jenny's fat mouth and his eyes go wide. Jungkook looks at everyone, you lastly, but you're just swiggling your drink around with the straw and nod slightly, approving the flavor.
"Lisa? Manoban?" He asks.
"Shut up!" Jenny says after pushing Namjoon's hand away.
"Oh, gosh!" She cries. "I'm dead fucking meat!"
She gets up from her spot, grabs her purse and runs out as fast as her heels allow her to go.
Namjoon is left speechless.
"I didn't know you were in our class." It's the first thing you ever say to him.
He repeats them in his head until he's registered them. That is, until he looks stupid, slow and deaf.
"Y- Yes! You're Jin-hyung's mentee, right?" He sheepishly grins and your face softens.
"Yes." You sigh and look at Namjoon before turning to look back at Jungkook.
"I was talking to Namjoon about you. I didn't think we'd meet so early."
"Why?" His eyes light up in curiosity.
You nervously swirl the liquid in your cup and let it all out in one breath, "I like Jin."
You stare at him with big, expectant eyes. Jungkooks doesn't know if he's left with no words because of the way you're staring at him or because of what you've just told him.
Quick Summary: You're at the bar enjoying yourself until you're trapped by the clingiest virgin. You decide to take his virginity, only if he'll allow you to, of course.
Not finished because this was just an idea.
This all started when I met him at a bar and the shimmers of my golden dress had caught his full attention. I wasn’t planning on getting to know the guy but he insisted on chatter. I sat on the bar stool with a cold beer in a glass as he stood between my legs, caressing up and down. He didn’t seem to plan to get off of me anytime soon but he didn’t seem to send any signals that he was taking me to bed either.
I had come to the bar to have a good time and enjoy the freedom of being able to have sex without protection because I was trying out pills. Jimin stood before me with his handsome smile, unable to hide his half-drunk thoughts about how I’m the prettiest girl he’d ever laid his eyes on. I responded with a silent nod and a curt chuckle. I wasn’t touching my beer and he eventually ended up drinking that, too. I grew bored by his presence and needed to get him off of me.
“I’m gonna go use the ladies room,” I whispered in his ear. His cheeks flushed even more and his hand gripped my wrist possessively before realizing this gesture and letting go.
“Do you m- mind if I go with you?” He holds his breath for my answer and my eyebrows come together.
Okay, so getting him off of me was not an option. I’d have to fuck him and get this over with.
His facial expression was now mirroring mine but I quickly broke into a small smile. I lean into his ear, sneaking wet kisses up his ear, “Only if you dare.”
He walks behind me with one hand wrapped around my waist, his front pressed to my back like a boyfriend would hold his girlfriend. I grab his hand, cringed at the thought of people, specifically men, thinking I had come to the bar with my boyfriend. When we finally got to the bathroom, I locked us in the biggest stall and wondered how I could turn him on.
He looked like a fearful puppy in the corner. His eyes grew huge when I cupped my left breast, bringing it up to enlarge my cleavage. My strap falls to the side and his eyes follow. I come up to press the rest of my body on his and bring my nails on his hard chest.
“I need help,” I bring his arm around my waist and press his palm against my ass until he slowly begins to grab onto me.
I press my crotch on his to feel how hard he is but he’s still softer than I want him to be. I grab him by the collar and sit him on the toilet seat, pressing my lips to his and sitting down on his lap. My dress rolls up and he instinctively grips the outer sides of my thighs. I roll my hips into his lap and catch my breath at the friction. I see him under me, his chin up but his eyes focused on our bodies clashing and rolling.
I feel the heat of his dick slowly intensify and I fall forward to press my lips against his ear and moan softly. Delicate waves of pleasure send goosebumps across his pale skin and his hips begin to buck up into mine. He lets out breathy groans and whimpers.
I take his pretty lips into mine and swallow all of his soft noises before stopping the motion of my hips but he continues to roll into me.
“I want you inside me, Jimin,” I moan tantalizingly.
He’s quiet for a good minute before he says, “Y- Y/n, I’m still a virgin.”
You don’t act surprised and simply shrug and giggle. This was a win-win situation: either you go home like you’ve been wanting to do for the past few hours or you leave this bar with someone’s virginity.
“Do you want to stop?” You smile, okay with whatever his decision may be.
His eyes don’t leave yours as thoughts run through his mind. He licks his lips and blinks down at yours.
“No.”
Your nails reach for the hem of your dress and you pull it up to reveal the fact that you were wearing no bra this whole night and before the dress slipped over your head, you feel his hot tongue running over your nipple, sucking and slathering your boob in drool.
He sits you on his right thigh, firm and muscular, before bouncing it into your heat and you are shocked by his sudden moves. His small hands grab at your tits and swirls his tongue on one nipple, then the next, and back and forth.
You let out real moans this time, overwhelmed by the sensations rippling across your whole body.
Your juices spill all of his jeans and you pant hard, watching him bury his face into your boobs, also catching his breath.
When he pulls away, you see his swollen lips and his eyes half-lidded. You bring up your palm to his face and he snuggles into it, staring up at you with full eyes this time, silently waiting for praise.
“You did well,” You say shortly and sink down to your knees between his legs, keeping his knees apart.
Grad Student! Teacher's Assistant! Jungkook x College Student! fm. reader
Synopsis: After submitting your sexual fantasies in writing as an assignment on accident, you assigned TA for the class decides to punish you by giving you harsher grades. When you confront him, he can't keep his hands to himself. However, he quickly realizes that what he's doing is wrong.
A/N: Hey everybody! The first part of this got some attention and I got a request for a second part. Even though this started out as a random Drabble, I came to deliver! Should I make this a series?
-> PART ONE
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Your grades were not doing great. And you know it wasn’t because your work just dropped in quality out of nowhere. It was his way of getting back at you. You knew you deserved it, but you thought this punishment had a limit.
You slowly watched your already bad grade turn into a non-passing grade and that’s when you decided you’d had enough.
Had he never read any mature material before? You couldn’t hide your glares in his direction the past few days. You still hadn’t gathered the courage to actually confront him but the more you thought about it, the more your blood boiled.
That’s when the adrenaline kicked in so hard you walked towards him at the end of a class and this time you didn’t wait for everyone to leave the room. (Mostly because he’s more intimidating when you’re alone.)
“Mr. Jeon, I need to speak to you.”
It’s like he knew this was coming. He doesn’t look up from his computer. His black bangs cover the majority of his eyes so you can’t even read him if you even tried.
“Hmm.”
Hmm? You internally scoff. That’s all? You’re gonna hum at me and dismiss me?
“I want to talk to you about these last two assignments that were given to us. My discussion post was not bad at all. I believe I should have gotten a B- at least!”
“It was weak. Your writing is weak, delusional and lacks potential.”
“Delusional?” Your cheeks turn bright pink. He finally looks up from his computer, his eyes falling over your figure and raking up towards your face slowly.
You swear he does it on purpose. You bring your laptop in front of your torso, suddenly regretting the sheer shirt you threw on today.
“Yes. Delusional. Do you need me to pull it up to break down every flaw I found?”
“No.” You say, folding under all the pressure.
The room is empty once again. It’s just you and him.
He takes off his glasses and squints his eyes to stare harder at you. You awkwardly look to the side and open your mouth to speak but he stands from his chair and begins packing his things.
“Mr. Jeon,” You say more sternly, “I’m failing.”
“Yeah?” He zips up his bag and cleans the lenses of his glasses with a piece of cloth.
“Please. What could I possibly do to make you reconsider grading my assignments? I’ve been extra focused these past few days and for some reason your grading has just gotten more harsh.”
He remains silent but doesn’t break eye contact. He places his glasses back on and shoves the piece of cloth in a random pocket of his shoulder bag.
“You should consider getting a tutor, Ms. L/N.”
“I don’t have time!” You finally snap and place your laptop on the desk, leaning in and pointing an accusing finger at him.
“You’re supposed to help me! I’ve come to you with a problem, and I get it if my work is shit but I’d expect to be informed at least! I had to come to you and here you are pushing me away instead of doing your job!”
Every syllable that leaves your lips makes his mouth visibly curl down and his dark eyebrows knit together in disbelief.
“No time?” He scoffs. “You clearly have time for other things, I don’t see why studying with a tutor could take so much time. They offer those services for free here.”
“That’s another thing!” You lean back again and cross your arms over your chest. “Can you let that go? I was experimenting! You must be so pure and mighty if this is your reaction to the words "dick” and "pussy” in writing!”
“You will not talk to me in this way.” His jaw clenches and his hands clench at his sides.
“I’m sick and tired of your bullshit, Mr. Jeon,” You say his name mockingly, “If you won’t do anything I’ll just drop this stupid class and leave a bad review on every site I can find. Shit, I’ll even report you to the school!”
He pushes his chair back before striding angrily until he’s at your side, backing you up into the table. You’re caught off-guard when he grips both of your arms and locks you in place. His angry face is so close to yours, you can smell the material of his jean jacket and the light smell of cigarettes and mint in his breath.
“Stop being difficult.” He seethes.
“Oh, I’m the difficult one?” Your face shifts from shock to reflecting his irritation. You try to shake him off but his grip only tightens which does make your heart pound harder and your knees weaker. “I’ve been trying to talk to you and you’ve completely ignored me–”
His mouth crashes into yours and your breath catches in your throat.
His lips move on yours and now you can taste the bitter smoke on his tongue and the sweetness of the minty gum he was chewing away at earlier. His grip loosens and you nearly tip over but his hand wraps around your waist and the other one snakes around your back, pulling you flush against his body.
He pulls away slowly, his eyes shut and tongue running over his lower lip. His eyes flutter open and he’s met with the horror on your face.
“Mr. Jeon…” You whisper.
“Shhh.” He buries his face on the crook of your neck and begins pecking the area there before his kisses turn to licks and then the licks turn to sucking.
He huffs and puffs against your skin; you shut your eyes and you’re now completely lost and drunk on his touches and kisses.
“Someone’s going to walk in…” You whine. But your arms come up to wrap around his neck and move up to his hair, pulling at his locs and moaning softly.
His knee finds itself between your legs and he bumps them open to fit himself in between them. He places you on top of the table and pulls away from your skin. You’re breathing hard, cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded.
That’s when realization hits him like a truck and he pulls completely away from you with a hand rubbing his lips.
“No…” He shakes his head.
In a blink of an eye, he grabs his bag and he’s gone, leaving you a mess on top of his table.
Grad Student! Teacher's Assistant! Jungkook x College Student! fm. reader
Synopsis: You submit a writing of your sexual fantasies with your celebrity crush accidentally and now your TA for that class can't see you the same. For better or worse.
WC: 1.5k
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“Fuck my life, fuck my life– fuck my life!” You yell as you slam down on your keyboard as all the air in your lungs leaves you. Your hands shake as they grasp both sides of the screen and you look at the words on the screen.
“Fuck me.” You cry and grab at your hair.
It’s currently 1:39 AM.
A few hours ago, you decided to work on a piece of writing where you describe in depth what you wanted Aaron Taylor Johnson to do to you instead of finishing a piece for your Journalism class.
You decided to leave the assignment until the next day, however, you woke up sweating and scared for your life at around 12 AM when you dreamt about your proud C turning into an irreparable F.
Exhausted, with your eyes barely open, you completed the piece and opened the tab for submission before returning to the doc, downloading it and submitting.
You didn’t realize you clicked on the wrong doc, the wrong tab and submitted the wrong PDF but when you did it was too late.
You called your friend and rocked back and forth. She was awake. You knew because she’d sent you ten tiktoks in the past minute.
“Y/N,” She scolds, “You know I can’t speak to you this late. My roommates and I have an agreement on no phone calls past 10 PM!”
“I fucked up,” Your voice waivers and you hear rustling on her side of the phone, a door shut and another open.
“Okay, I’m outside. You can tell me anything.”
“Lisa…” You soak in the embarrassment coursing through your veins before letting go of a heavy breath and finally let it out. “I accidentally submitted hardcore smut to my professor.”
There’s silence.
“Lisa?”
“You made me get up for this?”
“What? Are you serious? I could get expelled!” You scoff. You lived in an apartment off-campus and your parents were financially stable enough to pay for your rent meaning privacy. Lisa on the other hand got lucky enough to live on campus the past two years due to a scholarship they awarded her with.
“It was an accident. Can’t you take back the submission?”
“No!”
“Well submit a bunch of shit. They can only see your most recent submission unless they dig through your history. Send an email with the actual doc and say ‘don’t go to the assignment because it’s all wrong! Submission issues.’”
“What do I do when he sees it?”
“I thought your journalism professor was a woman.”
“Yeah, but only TAs grade the work and mine just happens to be the only male out of all five!”
“Five TAs?!” Lisa gasps. “How big is that class?”
“It’s 400? Around there.” You hum and a bit of weight lifts off your shoulders. “Wait, that’s so fucking stupid. I’m nobody! Who cares if I submitted porn– I’m sure they’ve seen worse.”
Boy were you fucking wrong.
One week passed in peace. You snuck glances at your TA who seemed to be too busy on his computer to catch your unusual stares. All the TAs sat at a table in front of the class like a council which you found funny until now. It scared you to death how he was always on that damn computer, grading, eyes scanning the screen top to bottom without missing a beat. He’s a grad student, so he could also just be working on a project (you prayed).
It took a week for Mr. Jeon to finally get to your assignment and see an obscene amount of notifications at the top of your name. Approximately 50 submissions. He frowns.
He’s sitting on his work table, his glasses sliding down his face, a scorching hot cup of black coffee beside a clock that reads 11:32 PM.
He presses on the first submission, curious to see why there’s so many.
His eyes widened at the first sentence.
He scans everything quickly. Sometimes rereads a few sentences. He adjusts himself in his seat and he leans back when he’s done with the two-thousand words of the intrusive thoughts of a college girl.
L/N Y/N
He analyzes the name, not being able to put a face to it. Eventually he settles on something close to a discord mod. A smelly, computer science major that gets no play.
He knows that he needs to address this.
When class ends that Tuesday, you’re packing up your things when Jeon Jungkook approaches the front with the professor’s mic.
His section pauses as he taps on it and clears his throat before speaking, “L/N Y/N, please see me now.”
Your heart sinks to your asshole. Your friends all turn to you with grins as if this was anything to be proud of. Except they didn’t know you were about to have the most embarrassing, dreadful conversation of your life.
You take your sweet time getting your things together, stealing glances as your teacher assistant continues typing on his computer with that hard look on his face: dark brows drawn together, a bitter, downward twist on his lips and hard, concentrated look in his eyes.
You wait until your identity is no longer a secret due to it only being you and Mr. Jeon in the large class.
He glances up when you appear before him and you see his eyes widen for a fourth of a second before they go back to their normal size.
You smile, trying to hide any nervousness coursing through your veins.
“Good evening, Mr. Jeon.” You clasp both your hands in front of you, “What did you need me for? Is it a paid journalism position?” You laugh dryly.
“Uh, no.” He replies and shuts his computer, pushing his glasses over the bridge of his nose as he stands.
He stuffs his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans and takes a deep breath before his face curls into deep concentration, his eyes falling down your frame and sizing you up.
“I… found your submission.”
Your face drops and turns bright red but you don’t show much reaction aside from that. You pray the color on your reddened cheeks doesn’t show through your foundation.
“For which assignment?”
“You know which one.”
Ground, swallow me whole.
“It was an accident.” You say all in one breath. “I didn’t mean to submit that. It was late at night and I had so many tabs open. I’m so sorry.”
He bites his inner cheeks in thought, tilting his head to the side.
“Did you read it?” You ask and this catches Jungkook off-guard. His eyes widened a bit.
He blinks once before looking away and grunting, “You’re dismissed. Take this as a warning.”
Saying that the next few classes were embarrassing was an understatement. You’d sit at your usual spot after failing to convince your friend group to move. Jungkook would steal glances at you every now and then. He had developed the habit of reading your sex piece every night. It started off with an uncomfortable but addictive feeling in his chest that bloomed into heavy boners and frustrated nights.
He refused to touch himself to words.
It was a Thursday class in the evening when you entered soaked and disheveled. Half the class had turned to look at your shivering form. It had suddenly started raining and you had been a no-show for the first half an hour. Jungkook had quickly noticed since you were always ten to five minutes early to every class.
His breath caught in his throat at the sight of your bright pink bra visible through your soaked button-up. One of your friends quickly got out of their seat to offer you her jacket and you sat down quietly for the rest of the lecture.
That was the night Jungkook gave in to his own desires. He read the piece once and his erection became visible and angry through the fabric of his sweats. It was raining outside, the sound of rain was strong and loud enough to mask his heavy breath as he took himself out of his boxers and slowly stroked his dick up and down in slow motion.
He shuts his eyes for a second and the image of your shirt sticking to your bare skin flashes across his mind, making his hips jerk upward and his eyes snap open.
“Oh, fuck…” He huffs, a turmoil of need exploding in his lower abdomen, clouding all judgement.
She’s my student… Student…
He imagines your pretty thighs around his waist, grinding down on his lap, on his dick like you had in your writing.
He shuts his eyes and the pictures become so vivid that he feels his orgasm incoming.
She’s my student.
A small moan escapes past his lips. It’s small and whiny. He bites his lower lip and muffles his noises, his eyebrows furrowing hard as he concentrates on cumming.
Idol! Jungkook x Billionaire! fm. reader
Synopsis: After breaking every record with his latest song, Jungkook gets invited to the most exclusive ball in the country, hosted by a billionaire family he doesn’t even know. Everything there is blinding—lights, gowns, champagne—but nothing compares to her. When she steps on stage, her voice hits him like fire, mesmerizing, impossible to ignore. He can’t stop thinking about her. No one knows her name. Later, he finds out she’s The Daughter, the family’s secret heiress, hidden from the world, and he can’t shake the feeling that he’s just glimpsed something he’ll never forget—and now he won’t stop until he knows who she is and who her family really are.
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Jungkook never liked the idea of grandeur for its own sake. Fame had already given him a lifetime’s worth of polished floors and champagne smiles. Yet when the invitation arrived—thick black card, wax seal gleaming gold—something in it felt heavier than the rest. The embossed name at the bottom was enough to silence even his most indifferent instinct.
The Laurents.
Their name carried the weight of empires. Old wealth. Private jets older than governments. They were said to own half of the coastline and fund half the art museums that hung other people’s names above their doors. Their gatherings were spoken of like urban myths—nights that drew the most powerful people on earth into one chandelier-lit room.
His latest song had broken every chart record that year. The letter addressed him not as an artist, but as an equal.
He didn’t believe that for a second.
Namjoon convinced him to go. “It’s one of those doors you only get to walk through once,” he’d said. “You never know what it opens to.”
And so, one December evening, Jungkook found himself stepping out of a sleek black car in front of the Laurent estate.
The mansion loomed like a dream carved from marble and shadow. Columns reached for the stars. Hundreds of candles flickered in crystal sconces along the drive, each flame trapped in glass, quivering in the ocean wind. Music drifted through the open doors—a hum of violins, the soft ring of laughter, the rhythm of wealth that had forgotten the sound of stillness.
Inside, he paused.
The ballroom wasn’t a room so much as a universe. The ceiling shimmered with a thousand lights, each crystal reflecting another until it looked as if the night sky itself had been captured indoors. Gilded balconies circled the vast space. Guests moved below like constellations—jewels flashing, silks sweeping the marble, voices blending into an elegant murmur.
A waiter passed by carrying silver trays of hors d’oeuvres so intricate they looked sculpted, not cooked. The air smelled faintly of white lilies and vintage wine.
Namjoon leaned toward him. “Try not to look impressed,” he murmured.
Jungkook smirked faintly. “Too late.”
They moved through the crowd, accepting polite handshakes and cryptic compliments. People who had never listened to his music called him remarkable, relevant, the future. Every word sounded rehearsed. He smiled anyway. That was what was expected.
But even surrounded by that much luxury, a faint unease threaded through him. Everything gleamed too perfectly, like a film set moments before the cameras rolled.
Hours passed unnoticed. He lost count of how many glasses of champagne he refused, how many names he forgot immediately after hearing them.
Then, as the orchestra shifted into a slower piece, something subtle changed in the air. A ripple of awareness spread across the room. Conversations paused mid-sentence. People straightened, expectant, like an audience waiting for a curtain to rise.
He leaned toward Namjoon. “What’s happening?”
Namjoon didn’t answer; his gaze had fixed on the far end of the hall.
The chandeliers dimmed, and the entire ballroom fell into darkness. Only a faint light remained—a single spotlight warming to life on a raised stage draped in ivory silk. The hush was complete.
And then she appeared.
At first, Jungkook thought the light itself had taken form. A figure stepped into its center, slender, still, wearing a gown that caught the glow like water catching the moon. He couldn’t see her face clearly, only the outline—delicate shoulders, poised hands resting at her sides, the slow rise of breath before sound.
A murmur swept through the guests. It’s her. The daughter. She’s singing tonight.
No name was spoken, as though even that might disturb the sanctity of the moment.
The orchestra lifted their bows. The first note of a violin trembled through the air, soft as the turning of a page. Then her voice followed.
It was quiet at first, almost hesitant. A single thread of sound that drew every listener forward without their noticing. Jungkook’s breath caught. The tone was pure, untouched by the strain of performance—each syllable a fragile thing set free.
As the melody grew, so did her confidence. The music swelled beneath her, the violins weaving around her voice like light through glass.
Jungkook had been surrounded by music his entire life. He knew technique, tone, resonance. But this was different. This wasn’t crafted beauty; it was felt. There was a precision to her control, yes, but underneath it pulsed something raw—a vulnerability that made the room ache in response.
He could see her face now, just enough for the light to find the contours: the calm of her expression, the subtle concentration between each breath. She wasn’t adorned like the others, not hidden behind diamonds or sequins. The simplicity of her gown made everything else fade away.
His heart began to pound in time with the music.
He tried to look away—to remind himself that this was a stranger, a moment meant for everyone, not him. But his eyes refused.
The song climbed, her voice expanding until it filled every corner of the hall. Goosebumps rose along his arms. He felt the strange, disorienting sensation of being seen even though she hadn’t looked at him yet. It was as if the sound alone had found him in the crowd.
Then it happened.
Midway through the final verse, she lifted her gaze. For a fraction of a second, their eyes met through the haze of light.
It wasn’t deliberate, perhaps just a passing sweep of her vision, but it landed with the force of something eternal. The moment froze. Her voice continued, flawless, yet Jungkook felt the world tilt. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.
And then the connection broke, the note resolving into silence.
The final chord lingered. The audience stayed frozen until the conductor lowered his hand. Then applause erupted—thunderous, unrestrained. People rose to their feet, calling her name, though none of them seemed to know what it was.
She bowed once, graceful and distant, and the lights dimmed again.
Jungkook sat down slowly, palms still tingling from clapping. The air felt thinner, charged. Around him, guests spoke in reverent tones.
Namjoon exhaled. “Now I understand why they call her the jewel of these gatherings.”
Jungkook turned. “You know her?”
“No one does,” Namjoon replied. “Only that she’s the Laurents’ daughter. She sings at every ball. Never gives interviews. Never appears in public otherwise.”
He let that sink in.
The daughter. A voice hidden inside golden walls.
He glanced back at the stage, now empty, curtain closed. The image of her lingered—her calm expression, the unguarded sincerity in her voice, the way one glance from her had unmade something in him he didn’t know existed.
The rest of the night blurred. Conversations restarted, laughter returned, but he drifted through them as though underwater. Every sound compared itself to her song and fell short.
When the final dance began, Jungkook stood near the balcony doors, watching reflections of light scatter over the marble floor. He thought about her voice again, about that brief instant of eye contact that still refused to fade.
He wondered what it would be like to speak to her—to hear that voice not in melody but in words.
He didn’t realize he was staring toward the far corridor until Namjoon tapped his shoulder. “We should thank our hosts before leaving,” he said softly. “And perhaps stop looking as if you’ve seen a ghost.”
Jungkook smiled faintly. “Maybe I have.”
They made their way toward the grand staircase, where the Laurents stood greeting guests. Mr. Laurent was tall, silver-haired, his presence commanding but kind. Beside him, his wife glowed in a gown the color of champagne. Both radiated the kind of ease only inherited wealth could afford.
When it was their turn, Mr. Laurent extended a hand. “Ah, Mr. Jeon. An honor.”
“The honor’s mine,” Jungkook replied. His voice sounded distant in his own ears.
“Your music reached our daughter first,” Mrs. Laurent said gently. “She insisted we invite you. Said your song carried sincerity the world rarely hears anymore.”
Jungkook’s pulse stuttered. “Your daughter?”
“She has a discerning ear,” the man said with a smile that revealed nothing.
Before Jungkook could respond, another guest approached, claiming their attention. Namjoon nudged him toward the exit. The night outside was crisp, the sky clean and endless.
They descended the marble steps in silence until Namjoon spoke. “So, she invited you.”
“Apparently.”
“Does that surprise you?”
Jungkook looked back once more at the glowing windows above. Somewhere behind them, perhaps still near the stage, she was there—unknown, untouchable, yet somehow already in his orbit.
“It does,” he murmured. “But maybe it shouldn’t.”
The car door shut softly behind him. As they drove away, the mansion receded into the darkness, its music fading until only one note remained in his memory—the way her voice had trembled just before it found him.
He leaned his head back, eyes half-closed, the ghost of her song still echoing in his chest.
He didn’t know her name.
He didn’t know if he would ever see her again.
But for the first time in years, the applause didn’t matter. The fame didn’t matter.
Only that single, impossible moment under the golden light did.
The next morning, the headlines were predictable. Photos of the ball filled every corner of the internet. Names of guests, fashion critiques, lists of who wore what. He scrolled through absently, barely reading.
Then he froze.
A single photograph. The moment she had stood under the spotlight, her voice poised mid-note.
The caption read:
“The Daughter – the elusive heir of the [redacted] family, who performs at every private gala. No name disclosed. No appearances outside their estate.”
He stared at the words until they blurred.
So she had a title, but no name. A presence without a history.
He closed the screen, a quiet, unfamiliar ache filling his chest.
It was fascination, yes—but something deeper. Something like recognition.
He wasn’t sure why, but he knew this wouldn’t be the last time he thought of her.
Rich! Roommates! Park Jimin & Kim Taehyung x Landlord's daughter! fm. reader
Synopsis: Taehyung and Jimin have a secret. They’ve become roommates who share nearly everything. Jimin begins to get tired of Taehyung and Taehyung begins to get tired of Jimin. They can’t seem to agree on many things anymore but when the daughter of the landlord comes to pick up their past-due rent, they finally seem to come to an agreement…
WC: 944
INTRO - Teaser
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Warnings: Mentions of sex
A/N: Sorry for taking long, my will to write is slowly dying... But resting is for the dead so let's push through. Enjoy!
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It takes Taehyung a good chunk of time for him to find you again. You were the most evasive thing he’s ever been assigned to when it comes to women. Usually they’re at his feet like flies on shit. Except Taehyung isn’t shit, and you were far from a fly.
“Focus!” Jimin slaps the back of Taehyung’s head when he catches him lost in his own thoughts once again.
You wore a jumpsuit, heels so pointy they could stab the cement floor. Your hair was up in a french braid, bobby pins messily keeping loose strands out of your face. You seemed stressed and exhausted.
“Perfect. Angry sex is the best sex.” Jimin rubs his hands together like a fly. Taehyung snorts. Jimin shoots him a quick glare before he pats down his shirt and walks into the lobby, attempting to appear casual.
“Well isn’t it my favorite landlady!” He runs a hand through his hair and makes his way behind you. You turn slowly, quickly typing something into your phone before looking up and making eye contact with him.
“I’m sorry, who are you?” You frown and look to the side at his face. Your eyes widen for a split second before they return to their natural state.
“Oh, it’s you.”
“Yeah,” he laughs, not too happy at your dismissing tone, “it’s me.”
“Where’s your partner in crime?” You hum and continue looking down a list on your clipboard.
“Partner in– Taehyung?” He frowns and looks behind his shoulders to glare at him, urging him to stay hidden so nothing looks suspicious.
“He should be coming down soon. We’re going clubbing.”
“Sure you can afford that?” You click your pen and cross out something before sparing him a short glance.
Jimin sputters, “Afford? We rent one of the best penthouses in the neighborhood, you kidding?”
“I was looking at your history with my father. The files have twelve events of you guys asking for an extension, and over twenty other occurrences where you didn’t pay on time.” You tap your pen on the edge of the clipboard, cocking an arched brow.
“Those were just coincidences,” Jimin leans in with a small smile, “Taehyung can be a little bit of a gambler sometimes–”
“A what?!”
Jimin’s body jumps out of his skin when Taehyung appears beside him, shock quickly turning into anger. He looks at Taehyung with eyes as big as saucers, apologetic and embarrassed.
“I’ve never stepped foot in a casino in my whole life!” Taehyung is practically growling, hands clenched at his sides to keep himself from wrapping them around his best friend’s throat.
“Not that kinda gambling!” Jimin’s face grows red and he begins to sweat.
You stare between them with no interest evident on your face.
You begin to walk away when suddenly Taehyung’s eyes follow you and he points towards you leaving to get Jimin’s attention mid-argument.
“Ms. Landlady!” Jimin shouts and is quick on his feet to get behind you. You don’t turn. You simply dial a number on your phone and Jimin overhears when you say, “Take me to my brother.”
That’s when Jimin stops in his tracks and lets you exit the building without another word.
Taehyung looks at Jimin like he’s grown a second head and scoffs, “You let her leave?!”
“Taehyung, I think it just hit me.”
“What?” He groans and runs a hand down his face.
“We can’t lure her in. I mean, we can but we shouldn’t.”
“What’re you talking about?” Taehyung’s eyebrows knit together as he tries to connect the dots but his serious case of blue balls is messing with his thought process.
“We’ll get kicked out!” Jimin shouts out of the blue, like if it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world.
“She can barely stand us. She thinks we’re complete losers on the brink of poverty and if she sleeps with us she’ll have another reason to move her towards kicking us out. And on top of that, she has a brother!”
“What’s a brother got to do with this?” Taehyung thinks more deeply but this time he understands and his mouth forms an ‘o’ in realization.
“But that’s different. Jennie was a virgin and we took it without any real commitment so Namjoon left us both with a black eye.” Taehyung snorts and Jimin punches him in the arm.
“You took it! I got punched just for being your friend. Well now I’m saving us both the black eyes, and our home!”
“You can’t give up just because of that…” Taehyung grins and crosses his arms in thought.
“Well, what do you suggest?”
“We have to fix our reputation. In her eyes we mean trouble. Let’s somehow find something that will keep her around– something that will make her dependant.”
“Isn’t that blackmailing, jackass?” Jimin laughs humorlessly.
“Well, what do you suggest, horse face?” Taehyung spits back.
“I already said it, turtle neck. Leave her alone and find someone else!”
“I want her! I haven’t had a boner in so long, much less an orgasm and the stress is rising above my head. I know you feel the same, short dick.”
Jimin gasps. “No. You. Didn’t.”
“Fuck yeah, I did.”
“At least my shit is fat! Your penis has the same measurements of a needle– that’s why it takes me half the time it takes you to make a girl cum!”
A few heads turn in the lobby and Taehyung gasps.
“Fine. You want a deal? Whoever lures her in first gets to fuck her while the other one just watches.”
“Deal! I’m usually the one getting the girls to bed anyway!”
Rich! Roommates! Park Jimin & Kim Taehyung x Landlord's daughter! fm. reader
Synopsis: Taehyung and Jimin have a secret. They’ve become roommates who share nearly everything. Jimin begins to get tired of Taehyung and Taehyung begins to get tired of Jimin. They can’t seem to agree on many things anymore but when the daughter of the landlord comes to pick up their past-due rent, they finally seem to come to an agreement…
WC: 947
INTRO - Teaser
Warnings: Mentions of sex, alcohol, partying, drugs
A/N: I was actually gonna take a long break but I move into my dorm in a few days so this will be the last (for a long time but I will be back) piece I write in a while... I forget where I got this idea from all I know is that the smut will be crazy. Enjoy!
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Taehyung and Jimin are best friends who share an apartment because they have a secret they have kept hidden from the outside world.
In college when they met, they both joined the same fraternity and lived right across the hall from each other. They had different roommates at the time but seemed to get along with each other more than with them.
Like all fraternities, this one held parties religiously. On the day of their first party as members, they went crazy: drank endless glasses of liquor, tried new drugs for the first time and played around with a couple girls.
Jimin was high when he was climbing up the stairs to his room. His head didn't feel like it was on his shoulders. He couldn’t tell right from left which led him to the wrong room.
In the wrong room, Taehyung sat beside a girl who was practically eating his entire face. She was moaning, running her hands all over his messy hair and rolling her body closer to his. She was clearly one of the older girls in some sorority. Jimin had seen other girls dressed in the same shade of pink.
A cult, Jimin thought. Though he couldn’t be too much of a hypocrite.
He stood there with his jaw slacking. He blinked slowly and tilted his head. It was until Taehyung pulled away to catch his breath that he spotted his best friend watching him make out with some chick. The girl turned to see what had suddenly taken Taehyung’s attention only to be surprised by another handsome boy.
Jimin seemed to be swaying from side to side, not fully conscious. She giggled and got to her feet, pulling him into the room and locking the door.
That day, something awakened inside Taehyung and Jimin. They loved sharing more than they thought.
Years later, now nearing their thirties, they have spent nearly a decade sharing the women they sleep with. And, to be frank, it’s gotten a bit boring.
“The landlord is going to come nagging at our door again if you don’t submit the payment, Jimin.” Taehyung complains one day, sprawled out on the couch on his third slice of pizza.
Jimin is working on a project for his company. His papers are laid out throughout the entire apartment. He’s developed severe eyebags and his hair is standing in the air from how much he’s ran his hand through it.
“Are you fucking with me, right now? I’m pulling all nighters to get both of us richer and buy this entire penthouse for ourselves and you’re over here working a mediocre office job, eating pizza and screwing girls on our kitchen table! I’m sure you can spend five measly minutes sending a good sum of money… the old man’s on the brink of death and we’re over here encouraging his next breath to be his last!”
“First of all, I’m the one paying everything right now so you can work without worrying about money. Second of all, I’m screwing girls alone because you said you don’t get excited at the thought of threesomes anymore. To be fair, I didn’t have much fun with that girl…” he tuts and shakes his head in disapproval. “And why do we care so much about that old man? His children will probably inherit it and raise the rent ten times more just because we have a perfect view of the Han River.”
“Exactly! We don’t want him dead! So stop being a jackass and–”
Knock Knock Knock
“He’s here.” Jimin’s eyebrows shoot up, eyes wide with terror.
Taehyung frowns skeptically.
“No. That was too strong and loud for it to have been the old man.”
Taehyung stands and nearly trips on a piece of paper as he makes his way to the door. Jimin jumps to his feet and scrambles behind Taehyung to see.
Taehyung opens the door slowly, peaking his head out first. Jimin is thrumming his foot on the floor with impatience and anxiety.
“Well? Is it him?” Jimin whisper-yells.
But Taehyung is frozen. He’s still and silent.
“I’m here to pick up your rent money.”
Jimin’s ears perk up at the feminine voice.
“Uh, old man Kim?”
“That’s my father.”
Taehyung turns back to look at Jimin. A grin spreads on his face from ear to ear and Jimin’s eyes widen. He walks forward and pushes Taehyung to see the girl on the other side of the door.
There you stood in a long, black pencil skirt, red bottoms and dress shirt. Your hair was pulled back into a disorganized bun, held together by a singular pen.
“You guys are a week behind.” You frown and tap your clipboard with a long, manicured nail. Jimin feels something different take over his body as he leans on the doorframe and shakes Taehyung away with his hand.
“Go get the money.” Jimin keeps his eyes glued to yours, a flirty smirk playing on his lips.
You don’t seem interested, in fact, you throw him a judgemental glare as you look from the top of his messy head down to his bare feet.
Taehyung returns in the blink of an eye, pushing past Jimin to hand you an envelope. Taehyung is about to shake your hand but you pull back and laugh in a demeaning way.
“If you guys fail to pay on time the next month, you’ll be kicked out.”
And you walk away.
They both watch your hips sway from side to side like deers caught in headlights. It’s not until you’re completely gone that they look at each other and say simultaneously,
Sister's Husband! Fuck boy! Jungkook x Influencer! fm. reader
Synopsis: Jungkook married Younghee, your older sister, after doing him a huge favor that benefitted his financial and social life. Knowing she was in love with him, he proceeded to marry her out of gratitude. However, his old habits don't simmer down even with a ring on his finger. And the worst part? He can't seem to take his eyes off his famous sister-in-law...
WARNINGS: unprotected sex, oral sex (fm and m receiving), mentions of passing out, yandere themes, choking, breeding kink, praising, partially(?) non-con, kidnapping, threatening, etc.
WC: 2.5k
A/N: Wasn't gonna post this tonight but I got my shit together and finished (it's not edited forgive any errors my kings and queens). It was so fun ripping my hair out writing this complicated storyline and I hope you enjoyed reading it just as much!! I'll be back with more stories soon...
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You woke up about an hour later. The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was a cold glass of water. So cold there’s condensation dripping off the sides.
Your throat is so dry that when you swallow you feel a sting.
Your face contorts when a sharp pain shoots across your spine and you groan, sitting up from an unfamiliar bed. You look past the cold glass of water and see the gorgeous view of the city at night. It doesn’t take long for you to bring your attention back to the glass of water. You grab it animalistically and chug it down so fast some spills down your neck and chest.
That’s when you realize your dress isn’t on you anymore. You’re only in your undergarments– a matching set Eunhye got you for your first Christmas as friends.
She was shocked when she found out you were still a virgin. Who’d assume such a provocative girl actually had some standards for herself?
“Cute.”
Your head snaps towards the direction of his voice and there he is. On an armchair, shirtless and smoking a cigarette.
You watch the smoke cloud around him and fall from the corner of his lips. He’s eyeing you with amusement, and for a second they flicker to your cleavage. You bring the heavy duvet over yourself and begin panicking. You want to say something but you don’t.
“Why do you push me away?” He takes a long drag and spits out the smoke aggressively, blurring his face. You look back out to the window, but this time not to admire. It’s to see how far off the floor you are. How likely you are to die if you jump out.
Lucky you, it seemed to be on a floor that would have your intestines splattered across the pavement if you tried.
“You’re married to my sister.” You deadpan.
“We divorced.”
You go silent in shock but you hide any emotion from your face. Afraid he might take it the wrong way. Afraid he might think you’re actually considering being with him.
“Even better, you’re my sister’s ex-husband,” you sarcastically remark.
“You don’t think about me?” His voice drops an octave and he rises from the chair, discarding his cigarette somewhere on the large coffee table beside him.
You crawl back on the bed until you’re against the headboard with nowhere to go. That’s when you see a chair leaned against the door, trapping you in. Clearly the door that leads to freedom.
“Why does it matter? It’s not like you see her much.”
“Why don’t you go find someone else?!” Your eyes brim with tears as you stare at him in terror and irritation.
“Do you know how much I’ve been struggling since you decided to mess around with me?!” You sob and bring your shaking hands up to your face. You cry into your palms, and for some reason, you don’t flinch when his strong arms wrap around your shoulders and he pulls you into his embrace.
He pats your hair and places his chin on your head, “Shh, you’ll be fine, love.”
You stay in that position for a long time. You return to your composed self and pull away from him, not meeting his eyes.
He runs his thumb under your eyes.
“Your makeup smeared.”
He doesn’t say it with any intent. Not to tease, not to pity. Just a fact.
“I’m tired,” your voice is groggy and weak, you can’t seem to stop moping.
“Let’s lay down.”
He pulls the duvet from under you both and helps you settle down beside him, bringing you close as he wraps his hands around your waist, massaging your back up and down.
You remain silent.
“I never meant to hurt you, princess. You know I love you, right?” He murmurs and kisses your temple.
You remain silent.
He goes silent, too.
You’re wide awake for a long time. It isn’t until you hear soft snores release from his lips that you dare look up at him. A million thoughts run through your head but the one that makes your heart thrum the hardest is: you have to get out of here.
You pretend to stretch, slowly and softly. One of his arms falls from the place of your hip and you freeze, scared that he’s going to wake up.
After a few minutes of overthinking, you sit up and slowly bring your legs over the edge of the bed.
Just as you're about to slide off, his hand instantly wraps around your wrist, you’re pulled in, slammed into the bed and he’s on top of you.
His pupils are completely shrunken, his nostrils are flaring and his muscles are flexing, holding back from hurting you.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He spits through gritted teeth.
“I- I wanted to go to the restroom–”
“Bullshit.” He snaps and his fingernails dig into your wrists above your head. You shut your eyes and wince.
“Jungkook, please…” you begin to cry again.
“I go out of my fucking way to win you over and this is how you treat me? You’re never gonna find a man better than me, Y/N. Why can’t you fucking see that?!” He snarls.
“You lost any chance you had with me the moment you chose to marry my sister! Don’t blame me for having morals– there’s something wrong with you, Jungkook…” you swallow hard, “You… you’re a psycho!”
He can’t hide how shocked you are to him. His lips part, his jaw ticks and he tilts his head.
“You think I’m a psycho?”
You stop breathing.
“You think I’m a psycho?” He laughs this time.
Your body goes rigid.
“You’re fucking wrong. But if you want to see psycho, I’ll show you how crazy I can get.”
It’s the last thing he says before one hand leaves your wrists and wraps around your throat. You exhale the breath you’ve been holding in and cough when he adds pressure.
“What? Cat got your tongue? Say something, princess. Say something nice to me…” he grins and your face begins to turn red.
You shake your head but it only makes it worse. You’re in fight or flight mode, you start kicking but can’t scream and you try to scratch his had off your wrist but you can’t reach.
You’re nearly passing out when you wheeze out, “I love you.”
It takes a second for him to process it. And when he does, he releases you. You immediately sit up when you feel his grip loosen and you cough and choke like there’s no air. You pant and wheeze, gripping onto Jungkook’s wide shoulder for support as you gain oxygen back into your lungs.
“Say it again.” He brings his index under your chin, lifting your face up. He admires your swollen lips, red cheeks and smudged mascara.
He bites his lower lips and whispers, “Say you love me again.”
Your stomach twists in anger and disgust when you murmur, “I love you.”
He smashes his lips onto yours and pulls you in tight. You don’t push him away. You’re too weak, too scared. Those emotions far overpower your disgust and will to fight, to protect yourself.
And to think you actually considered risking losing your family just to be with him.
He’s sucking on your bottom lip and exploring your mouth. His hands are roaming your bare body, tracing every curve, squeezing what he can and he unclasps your bra.
It falls on the bed and your soft, fluffy nipples are in full display for him. He admires them for a minute before he dives in with his wet, hot tongue. The bud hardens under his touch. All you can do is sigh, curse yourself and fear for what’s coming.
“You’re so perfect for me, baby,” he sucks on your breasts like a starved man, pulling you impossibly closer.
“So pretty for me when you give in,” he groans and delivers a smack to your ass.
He leaves a trail of wet kisses down the valley of your breasts, to your stomach until he reaches your panties and you become ashamed at how drenched you are.
“Look at this virgin cunt… you saved it just for me, right? You knew I’d eventually claim what’s mine.”
He gathers up the underwear in between his index and thumb to stretch it into a thin line that rubs your clit and makes you moan.
He tugs, eyes flickering between your wet pussy and the vulgar expressions you make. His mouth salviates. He gathers the drool and spits right on top of the material. He uses his other hand to rub it in, further drenching your underwear.
He leans down to peck your click over your underwear and runs his tongue down your clothed slit.
“I’m gonna make you cum with your underwear on, baby… let’s see how fucking dirty you really are.”
He thrusts his middle fingers into your cunt and begins sucking your pussy through your underwear. He pulls on it consistently, making you experience new sensations that have you gripping the sheets and arching your back.
He pulls away momentarily to grab your arms and bring your hands to his head.
“Use me, baby. I wanna know how good I’m making you feel,” You can feel his smile on your cunt. You’re shy at first but when your high slowly creeps in, you pull at his locks with no mercy.
You grind yourself against his face and release with a high pitched scream.
He comes up to kiss you, finger still pumping inside you. He adds another one and shoves his tongue into yours, swirling the taste of your across your taste buds.
On the surface, you wish this was the end.
Deep down, you wanted him to fuck you.
He breaks the kiss, panting but still desperate. He pulls his pants down along with his boxers and his fat cock slaps against his abdomen. He releases a shaky breath and pumps himself a couple times. You stare at it in shock. You’ve only had two fingers inside you, how could you even begin to fit that?
“Give it a kiss, darling.” He demands.
You hesitate and sit up on your calves before leaning down and kissing the pulsing tip. He taps it against your lips, spreading him precum all over your cheek and mouth.
“How dirty,” he chuckles.
“Open that mouth wide, princess,” he states and you comply. He slowly directs it inside and you wrap yourself around him, sucking and covering his shaft in saliva with your tongue.
He hisses.
“Slowly, baby. Or else you’ll swallow my dick whole.” He chuckles to himself and you slow down your pace and intensity.
“Fuck,” he moans, “just like that.”
He rocks his hips back and forth rhythmically, sensually. He takes his time and doesn’t torture you. You gag a few times when he pumps it in too deep and he only reacts with a sadistic smirk. You don’t know if he’s holding back. You’re somewhat grateful.
He throws his head back and sighs, releasing a series of praises that make your hole clench around nothing. You begin rocking yourself forwards to get him deeper inside your throat and you feel his balls clench under your chin. You moan and the vibrations make him physically shiver. One large hand wraps around your hair and continues the motion with desperate thrusts that have him cursing and you gagging.
“You can’t take this dick in your cunt, can you? Look at you,” he releases a breathy laugh, “drunk on my fucking cock.”
He pumps himself faster with his other hand and his abs flex. You can barely see anything with your hair all over the place, vision blurred and your hair nearly ripped out of your scalp but you feel when your throat gets hot and you nearly choke on the sudden moisture that blocks your airway.
You’re pushing at his thighs to get his dick out of your mouth but he’s pulling you in for one long, final thrust that makes your throat burn and see stars. You collapse in front of him, panting harshly and reaching for your throat weakly.
“Tired?” He mocks as he positions you on your back. He spreads your legs to make space for himself in between. Your panties are still on, still soaked and he doesn’t plan on taking them off.
His heavy shaft is laying on your stomach. Your chest is expanding and shrinking dramatically as you recover a more relaxed breathing pace and he’s sizing up how deep he can go in this position.
“This won’t cut it,” he turns to lay you on your side and he places himself right behind you. One arm wraps around the back of your knee to bring your leg up and his dick lays nicely between your thighs.
He delivers a wet kiss to your jaw before whispering, “You’re gonna be mine forever, mkay?”
And he slowly glides in.
You squeal and grab at the nearest pillow but he uses his other hand to throw it off the bed and you cuss.
“Embrace it, baby. Get used to it,” he murmurs and thrusts himself all the way in. That same hand that dared toss the pillow pushes your jaw to turn your face sideways. He engulfs your mouth with his and swallows every moan, and every scream you let out.
You grip the sheets, you attempt shutting your legs instinctively from the burning sensation of being stretched so suddenly but he doesn’t allow it. He spreads you wider, speeds up and only focuses on chasing his own release.
He starts to become sweaty, sticky and most of all loud behind you.
“I love this tight fucking pussy,” he mutters against your lips, “Always so wet and sensitive.”
He groans and takes one of your breasts in his hand, palming it and playing with the nub.
“‘M gonna marry you, fuck my babies into you…” he’s blabbering, sometimes you don’t even understand what he’s saying. Partially because he’s tripping over his words, too many short breaths in between, groaning so deep and low. And partially because you’re in your own world enjoying the quick transition from pain to pleasure.
He’s hitting deep spots that hurt so good, that punch your pink walls disgustingly good and make squelching noises that rival his rambles and your soft moans.
Your eyes are shut, savouring how big and hard he is, how good it feels to be fucked.
“You’re not a virgin no more,” he continues, “you’re my fucking slut now– shit…”
Your stomach twists and the familiar sensation begins to approach.
“Jungkook…” You breathe and he groans.
“Say it again, love… tell the world who you belong to.”
“Jungkook!” You scream. “I’m gonna– fuck!”
Your orgasm hits you hard but he doesn’t end it there. He knows you’ve cum, your walls squeeze him so hard he almost slipped out but he’s not there yet.
Your arms wrap around his neck and he buries his face in the crook of yours, biting hard as he finishes inside you.
You both collapse and pant hard.
You see his dick twitch in the corner of your eyes. You’re both silent for a long time.
He doesn’t take long before he’s dragging you beside him and running his fingers through your hair and peppering your forehead with kisses.
Sister's Husband! Fuck boy! Jungkook x Influencer! fm. reader
Synopsis: Jungkook married Younghee, your older sister, after doing him a huge favor that benefitted his financial and social life. Knowing she was in love with him, he proceeded to marry her out of gratitude. However, his old habits don't simmer down even with a ring on his finger. And the worst part? He can't seem to take his eyes off his famous sister-in-law...
A/N: We're approaching the end!! I wasn't gonna post today but you guys seem to be enjoying so here you go my loves (Not edited so excuse any mistakes)
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You couldn’t escape him after that. Your posts became more infrequent because you had found out who he was. Your top gifter, top commenter and always the first one liking and viewing your videos.
“I made a mistake,” you say through the phone when he calls you for the nth time and you hear his deep chuckle.
“I don’t love you, Jungkook. That night meant nothing to me.”
“Then why haven’t you blocked me? You’re not exactly running from me either, babe.”
“Where’s Younghee?” You snap.
“That’s a stupid question.” He clicks his tongue. “Shouldn’t you be asking where I am?”
Your heart skips.
“Where are you?” A small lump forms in your throat and it makes your voice waver.
“Look out your window, love.”
You pull on your sleeping robe and slowly peek out the blinds to look down from the third floor and see him. His silhouette. One hand in the pocket of his pants and the other holding the phone to his ear.
His head tilts and, though you don’t see, you know he’s smiling.
“So beautiful…” his whisper is sultry and it makes a shiver run down your spine.
You shut your blinds, hang up, block him and throw your phone on your couch before turning off the lights and hiding in your bedroom.
He continued gifting you around a hundred a day, though he stopped commenting. Still, the money was enough to make you sick to your stomach knowing that when you pulled out your card to pay for anything it was all his. Or even worse… your sister’s.
At that realization, you stop posting altogether.
You calmed down the next couple of days. Carefully roaming the streets, you made sure you never ran into him. You began getting dms from admirers asking if you’re okay, friends being turned down to go to the club and, worst of all, your brain scrambling between fear and… desire?
You find yourself thinking about his tall, intimidating figure on the lawn of your apartment complex and your heart drops to your ass. Then you remember his tongue inside your cunt and your underwear damps.
You scold yourself.
Hell, you even sneak out to attend mass one Sunday morning.
On your walk back home, you quickly pick up a few groceries. These last couple of days you have barely eaten anything. You’ve chewed on your nails, your inner cheeks and have developed the habit of bouncing your leg when sitting.
The first few weeks you asked yourself: Should I tell Younghee? Sue him and get enough money to be well off without social media?
And now you’ve found yourself thinking… what if I gave him a chance?
“You have to! There’s gonna be so many celebrities attending– who knows if one will be willing to appear in a video!” Eunhye urges you through facetime. She somehow managed to get two entries in the club that’s reserved to celebrate some millionaire’s birthday.
You spare a glance at all the unpaid bills sitting on your coffee table and you look back at Eunhye who’s eyes are sparkling in excitement.
It’s either this or asking your father for money…
“Where is it?”
“At the downtown club with the big red lights and hot bouncers,” she giggles, knowing you’ve already accepted.
“Fine.”
The party lights are blinding. You nearly bump into a waiter catering little refreshments and snacks. The club you have attended countless times had a complete makeover. The couches went from fake leather to velvet, wine colored booths. The lights are softer, darker. The dance floor is not the mess it usually is. Even the DJ has been replaced and the lights are more dramatic.
“Ugh, this might be the last time we get to come here,” Eunhye yells over the music.
“It’s gonna turn into a celebrity hangout spot.”
Tonight, you’ve worn a gold mini-dress and tall, black platforms. You have a fresh blow out and your makeup is dark and elegant.
“I see Jackson Wang!” Eunhye squeals and her arm immediately unwraps from yours. “Call me when you decide to leave!”
And she’s gone.
Falling back into old habits was quick. You drank around half a tall glass, half a lime, no salt this time, and made your way to the dance floor.
You grinded on a couple men, danced alone with your eyes closed. All you saw were flashing lights and your head pounded along with the deafening rhythm of the music.
Your hands went up into the air as bliss hit your sweaty, tired body.
A few men ask you if you’d like a drink but you reject them and stay mindlessly dancing, feeling bodies on bodies. You feel your phone ring but you don’t pick it up. You lose track of time. You lose track of yourself.
10 P.M. turns to 3 A.M.
The dance floor gets more crowded, the shouting becomes louder and a cloud machine is brought out. There’s champagne popped and spilled. There’s nagging, there’s cheers and laughs.
You don’t know where you stand, how many men you’ve kissed here and there and your purse is gone.
You don’t find it in yourself to care.
What did I come here for again?
“You dropped this.”
Everything’s a blur but you do feel a hand on your hip. You blink and turn in the direction the voice comes from. He smells like faint cologne and strong whiskey. Your mouth is somehow clamped tight and shut, your stomach is weirdly twisting and your feet are giving up on you.
He senses your body slowing down, your dancing coming to a stop and your eyes slowly closing. You feel your energy being sucked out of your body, long days of no eating or sleeping finally taking a toll on your mind and body.
“You can’t sleep here, silly. You know how long I’ve waited to dance with you? You can’t leave me hanging.” He spins you so that your front is pressed against his.
Both his arms hang loosely around your hips and you can fill his breath on your lips. You mindlessly lean in.
“Nuh uh. You’re drunk, baby. You know I don’t like doing things with you when you’re drunk.”
Your breath gets caught in your throat. You can’t see him but your hands immediately rise to his face.
You touch his lips.
You feel the piercing.
“Jungkook…”
It’s the last thing you say before your body gives out and you black out.
Sister's Husband! Fuck boy! Jungkook x Influencer! fm. reader
Synopsis: Jungkook married Younghee, your older sister, after doing him a huge favor that benefitted his financial and social life. Knowing she was in love with him, he proceeded to marry her out of gratitude. However, his old habits don't simmer down even with a ring on his finger. And the worst part? He can't seem to take his eyes off his famous sister-in-law...
A/N: wrote this in one sitting because it's either this or college work... that's a no brainer lol. it's also not edited so excuse any grammar mistakes or spelling errors!!
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“Jungkook.” You say sternly when you finally answer the door.
He stands there, a displeased frown on his face. He’s wearing an entirely black outfit, a little too formal compared to you who’s in a satin slip dress.
“You never answered my calls,” He states firmly, poking his tongue into his cheek and leaning forward to put one hand on the door frame a little above your head and the other on the edge of the door just in case you think about shutting it in his face.
“Does Younghee know you’re here?” Your face remains emotionless and for some reason it bothers him even more. At least glare at me, Y/N. Show me you feel something…
“You told me to call you and you never answered.”
“Do you know what could happen to me if my father found out I seduced my sister’s husband?” You spit and your grip on the handle tightens. He can see your jaw tense and your pupils shrink in horror.
“You kissed me.” He says through gritted teeth.
“I was drunk.”
“You said you wanted me.” His voice gets louder.
“Emphasis on the past tense.” You chuckle humorlessly.
Jungkook’s hands are on both your bare shoulders in a blink of an eye and he’s walking in, staring into your soul with an irritated, pleading look.
“You said Younghee didn’t deserve me. You said you wanted to marry someone like me, Y/N. Stop fucking around.” He’s shaking you slightly and your breathing gets uneven. You’re shaking your head and your small hands come up to pull at his arms but he grips you harder.
“I know you weren’t fucking lying– drunk people never lie,” his voice begins to shake and he falls to his knees in front of you, looking up at you teary-eyed, wrapping his arms around your knees.
“Jungkook, get up.” You don’t look down at him. That’s too risky.
“I love you. I love you so much.”
“Get out!” You finally snap and push him off. You run towards your bedroom and just as you’re about to shut the door he pushes himself inside, his strength far exceeding yours.
“Y/N, stop denying your attraction towards me. You gave in to me once. It was real.” He slowly shuts the door behind him and approaches you carefully.
You shake your head frantically, stepping back until your back is pressed against the wall beside your bed.
“You’re fucking crazy. You have a loving wife, a career supported by her income, and a home. Start a family with her and leave me the fuck alone.” You spit and Jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach but he doesn’t stop moving until he’s a mere foot away.
“Why does that matter? I’d give everything up just to be with you, baby–”
“Don’t!” You put up your palm against his chest to stop him from pressing up against you. “Don’t call me that.”
“Y/N,” he whispers, one arm slithering around your waist and pulling you in instead. Your knees become weak, you feel his breath on your face and his smell clouds all your senses.
He leans in to breathe you in, burying his face into the crook of your neck and sighing. His lips trail up the side of your neck, until he is breathing in your ear.
“If you won’t admit it, I’ll make you say it.”
Your hands curl fists into his shirt as his tongue darts out and he begins sucking every bit of exposed skin: your shoulders, your collarbones and throat.
Moans and sighs escape your lips. You were no longer thinking straight. The ache between your legs made your body weak and that only gave Jungkook more of an advantage. He slips his other arm around you, stepping back and leading you to your bed where he lay you down, all the while his lips never leave your skin.
His arms release you and his hand slither down between your legs, caressing your inner thighs until he reaches your underwear and he slips it aside. He runs on a long finger down your drenched slit.
He groans when he takes it back out and his finger glistens under the light. He brings it over to his lips and sucks on his finger.
“So wet for me,” he grins and pushes himself off the bed before getting down on the floor and pulling you to the edge until your center is close to his face. You don’t say anything, you don’t think anything but your stomach is flipping and your bloods flowing faster.
He rips off your underwear and the first thing you feel is his wet muscle on your heat. Your thighs close in on his head and he hums, sending vibrations through your most sensitive spots. He sucks and sucks, playing with your clit and thrusting his tongue into your greedy hole. The sound of slurping and sucking is faint compared to the noises that you release. Your back arches off the bed, you grip at your bed sheets and your chest rises, breathing inconsistent.
Jungkook finally pushes your legs apart, his grip bruising as he spreads you wide. He pulls away and spits on your swollen cunt.
“Say my name, baby,” he shoves two fingers inside and your upper body jerks up.
“Fuck! That hurts!” You whine. One of your straps has fallen and Jungkook pulls the other strap down to reveal your plump breasts. He takes one in his free hand and licks his lips.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he pushes you down on the bed and climbs on, fingers still inside you, “I’ll go slow, okay?”
He lays on his side, face to face with you while his fingers begging to move again and your jaw slacks.
“Jungkook,” You gasp.
His dick twitches in its constraints and his jaw tenses.
“That’s it baby,” he leans in to ghost his lips over your. Your eyes close, savouring every touch. His eyes remain open, not wanting to miss a single moment.
“I’m gonna go harder, mmk?”
His knuckles met your wet cunt one time after the other, the sound loud and dirty but not as sweet as your cries. Jungkook locks his lips on yours, shutting you up. He swallows every whine, sucking on your tongue and claiming you whole.
“Mm,” he teases and breaks the kiss with a soft ‘pop.’
He bites his lower lip as he watches your eyes roll back and he knows you’re about to come.
“Feels good, right? You like my fingers in your pussy, baby? Wait until it’s my fat cock breeding babies into this virgin womb.”
His words are filthy, obscure and you’d go as far as saying taboo considering he’s your sister’s husband.
“I’m coming!” You squeal and tears brim in your eyes.
“That’s it baby, squeeze my fingers tight. Milk my knuckles,” he kisses the side of your face as you do just as he says, panting and moaning.
His fingers remain inside until you finally open your eyes and find him already staring.
He brings up his soaked hand and grazes his ring and middle finger against your lips. Hesitantly, you open your mouth and he shoves them inside. You suck obediently, watching him lick his lip ring and tense beside you.
He takes them out and kisses you, holding the back of your head for support. He groans into the kiss and bites your lower lip.
And just when you begin to kiss back, his phone rings.
Sister's Husband! Fuck boy! Jungkook x Influencer! fm. reader
Synopsis: Jungkook married Younghee, your older sister, after doing him a huge favor that benefitted his financial and social life. Knowing she was in love with him, he proceeded to marry her out of gratitude. However, his old habits don't simmer down even with a ring on his finger. And the worst part? He can't seem to take his eyes off his famous sister-in-law...
WARNINGS: Cheating
WC: 2.2k
A/N: Since this is getting attention I've decided to actually write a lot more than I intended but I do ask for your opinions especially for this chapter because it's more plot than smut... next chapter will be filthy I promise. And like I promised the last time, this is over 1k!!
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September 1 came.
Jungkook’s birthday.
Younghee organized a simple birthday party at their home. No kids allowed and an all you can drink bar that Younghee will surely swallow whole if Jungkook makes one wrong move. Which he can’t guarantee he can prevent.
And there you were in a beautiful, pink mini-dress and gold stilettos that made your legs look long and sexy. You held a strong presence in Jungkook’s mind. He tried his best to interact with you as little as possible because he felt Younghee’s eyes burning into the back of his skull. When you handed him his present, with a short, congratulatory hug, he fought hard to not pull you in tighter, shut his eyes and breathe in your sweet scent. After that interaction, he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
So, he’s been speaking to his guests. However, every conversation he held with someone happened to be where he could see you from a peripheral view. Totally not on purpose and apparently not suspicious due to Younghee’s clear absence from the main scene.
Jungkook looks around before he spots you chatting up one of Jungkook’s co-workers.
Jung Hoseok.
“Hoseok! It’s so nice to see you!” Who invited this lunatic?
“I see you’ve met Y/N! How are we liking the party?” Jungkook grins, licking his lip ring tentatively when he finally gets a long look at your beautiful face. He would do anything for just one kiss.
Hoseok grins from ear to ear and chirps, “She’s been listening to me rant this entire time! I feel bad for her poor ears.” He laughs whole heartedly.
You simply chuckle.
C’mon Y/N. Say something so I can stare at you…
“Your wife is so kind to do this for you, Jungkook. I’m sure it’s a blessing to have someone who appreciates you enough to do little things like this,” he leans back on a piece of furniture behind him and crosses his arms over his chest, eyeing Jungkook up and down.
Clear animosity.
“Yeah, lucky me,” Jungkook tuts bitterly, “You should probably settle down with someone soon. Oh wait, you can’t! You’re an idol!” Jungkook laughs sarcastically, and playfully (not so much) shoves his elbow into Hoseok’s waist.
You can’t hide the small laugh that escapes you and Hoseok can’t hide the glare he shoots Jungkook.
Jungkook relaxes when he sees your contagious smile and his heart swells for being the cause of it.
“Y/N, I’ve been meaning to catch up with you. You want to go get a drink with me?” He completely disregards Hoseok. You nod and Jungkook uses this as an excuse to place a hand on the small of your back and lead you through the crowd.
When they reach the counter and Jungkook orders two tall beers, you smile whilst your eyebrows knit together.
“How do you know I love tall beers with salt and lemon?”
“Lucky guess,” He purses his lips and lifts his eyebrows, shrugging playfully.
“You’re quite the popular boy, aren’t you?” You tease as you look around to acknowledge the amount of people in the place.
“Oh please. If you threw a party and leaked the address I’m sure this wouldn’t even be a tenth of the people who would show up. Didn’t you just reach a million followers about a week ago?”
“You watch me?” There’s a glimmer in your eye and Jungkook doesn’t know whether it’s of curiosity or it’s all in his mind.
“How could I not? You’re recommended to me for being my contact so you show up on my for you page all the time.”
“Why haven’t you followed me?” You joke.
I already do. I’m your number one gifter.
“I don’t think Younghee would like that.” He jokes back.
At that your face falls and you look around again, “Talking about her– she didn’t invite me and I’m guessing she was in charge of the guest list since you didn’t seem too fond of Hoseok.” She noticed. He rubs the back of his nape and just then the drinks slide over.
“I apologize for the hold up. There’s a long line.” The bartender quickly mutters before rushing back to the front.
You grab your glass and take a hold of the lemon with a salt plate.
“I have no idea why she didn’t invite you. She probably thought she did but didn’t. How’d you find out about the party if you didn’t get the invitation?”
“I asked some friends to hang out over the weekend and they said they’d be here. I was on my way to find them when I bumped into Hoseok and he wouldn’t close the conversation,” you laugh and Jungkook mentally juts a fist into the air at your slight insinuation that you dislike Hoseok.
“You’re nearly thirty,” you cock a malicious eyebrow as you sip your drink. This is what you do at the clubs you attend every weekend. This is what you do behind the camera. Jungkook’s eyes are glued to your lips connected to the glass and he can’t seem to process your words.
“Huh? Yeah, oh yeah.”
“I have to be honest, I’m surprised you ended up with my sister.”
That’s when Jungkook’s ears perk up.
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
“Well,” you seem a bit reluctant but still go on, “You were the most popular guy in high school. I entered Freshman year and all I heard from Younghee was Jungkook this Jungkook that.”
“Uhuh,” he urges you to keep going.
“I get that she helped you win certain scholarships and handled your financial situation but let’s be real– Younghee is annoying. She nags a lot. And she isn’t even pretty.”
Were you saying this because of Younghee’s lack of consideration in the invitations? Or were you being honest? Whatever the reason may be, Jungkook was oddly satisfied with your opinion. Did this mean you would understand if he left Younghee? And possibly… pursued you instead?
“It wasn’t even her money. She begged my father to increase her allowance and being the eldest, he didn’t think twice before he gave it to her.”
There’s jealousy laced in your voice. Jungkook’s caught in a trance at your sudden confession. He doesn’t know what to do, or what to say. But he doesn’t want this to end. He wants more.
“So, according to you, who did you think I’d end up with?” He nibbles on his lip ring, his untouched drink sitting still beside him.
“Everybody thought you and Irene would be the couple. She was the senior girl every boy wanted and you were the senior boy every girl wanted. It clicked.”
Jungkook’s smile grew a little. It was too late to bite his tongue when he asked, “Did you want me?”
You take a long gulp from your drink, dab a finger into the salt and lick it off the pad of your thumb. Jungkook watches you like he’s never been entertained ever in his life before. Like a deer caught in head lights. Like a predator eyeing its prey.
“Of course I did.” You laugh. “You were the bad boy on a motorcycle. Now you’re the husband of my lame sister.” You roll your eyes.
“Spend just enough time together and you’ll become equally as lame.” You tease but it sounds serious. Were you drunk already?
“It’s getting kind of loud. You wanna talk in the guest room?” There’s a huge hint in there for you. Jungkook was talking without thinking. And soon, he would be acting without thinking. All you had to do was shut him down.
“Sure.” You get out of your spot and Jungkook leads the way. This time he doesn’t touch you. He knows you’re following. His conscience is telling him to stop and turn around but it’s going in one ear and out the other.
He holds the door open for you and when you enter he locks it. It clicks and you hear it.
You lay down on the bed and stretch like a cat. Except you’re clearly drunk. But God you’re the sexiest thing Jungkook has ever laid his eyes on. He can’t hide the starved gaze that roams your body, every bit of exposed skin.
“You club so much you’d think your tolerance was higher,” he jokes and approaches you. He watched you for a split second before he sat down beside you and admired your relaxed, calm face.
He wanted to do things to you, obviously. But you’re drunk. And he wants you to remember. He wants to taint you. He wants you to crave him, feel him,
“Do you hate Younghee?” He asks and his arm extends to brush a strand of hair that brushes your nose. You stare at him with your big, dark orbs, mirroring his.
“I can’t say I do. I can’t say I don’t. She always got everything and I was just her little sister. Even now, she’s married and works at a prestigious law firm. I’m eternally single and make money from the dirty men who enjoy watching me spin in skimpy outfits.”
What a dirty world. Jungkook internally chuckles.
“Doo you ever want to get married?” He’s staring at you with so much fondness that it would be awkward if you hadn’t been so drunk and out of your mind.
You don’t move. Then you slowly nod.
“What does your dream man look like?” He softly whispers and runs the back of his hand down your cheek.
You stare at him for a long second before answering, “Someone hot.”
He releases a breathy laugh and his hand trails down your collarbones to your bare arm. He rubs your shoulder and caresses down until he’s at your wrists. He stares down at your delicate, manicured hand before interlocking your fingers and meeting your gaze again.
“Like?”
Your lips are parted and you’re staring back and forth between his eyes, clearly in deep thought. Clearly holding something back. But there are no walls when it comes to you. Especially when you’re this drunk and out of your mind.
“You.”
Jungkook’s heart skips a beat. And it shows on his face. A second of surprise but he knew it was coming. He knew he had you right where he wanted you and yet he felt like he had just won the world. He stares down at your flushed lips. Plump and soft. Sweet and untouched.
It soon dawned on him, once again, that you are drunk. You could be saying loads of nonsense that will mean nothing to you but everything to him for the rest of his life. He wasn’t prepared for that to happen.
“Do you love her?”
“No.”
“Then why did you marry her? Was it just for the money? We have the same parents, you know. The same doctor that paid for your degree paid for mine. Is it because I’m younger? It’s only three years of difference. You married so young, I knew one of you was bound to regret it and that someone was not gonna be Younghee–”
He presses his lips onto yours. You’re shut up quickly and your eyes shut slowly. Jungkook lets his own eyelids fall and he moves his lips between yours. You softly sigh and release his hand to bring it to the side of his face.
He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer. You move on your own, pushing him flat against the bed and climbing over his lap before returning your lips on his. You could feel his hard poking at you from below. And just when you’re about to go further–
KNOCK KNOCK
“Who’s in here? I specifically asked people not to hook up in any room in this house!” Younghee yells, clearly irritated.
Your eyes snap open and you gasp. Jungkook places his index over his lips and he gets up, looking around frantically.
“I’ll hide under the bed and you answer.” He whispers and you give him a doubtful look.
“Hello? I’m gonna find the key to open the room if nobody’s in there!”
Jungkook dives below the bed and the sound of your heels clacking as you approach the door echo. You open the door and come face to face with your sister.
“Y/N? Why are you in here?” Her eyes narrow and she looks past your figure and pushes past you to get inside.
“I wasn’t feeling well and thought I could rest a bit. I think it’s food poisoning.”
“That’s too bad. Have you seen Jungkook?” She carefully examines your face but you manage to remain stoic.
“Why would I know where he is? I barely even managed to make it to this party because I didn’t get the invitation.” You confront her but she doesn’t show any sort of emotion.
“Must have slipped my mind. I’m going out to find him. If you see him, give me a call.”
She slips past you, shoving her shoulder into yours.
You close the door and Jungkook climbs out the second he hears the click.
You walk towards him and pat down his shirt from any wrinkles before looking directly into his eyes.
“You better go outside before she rips this house to shreds.”
“Don’t talk to Hoseok anymore.” He pleads.
“I won’t. I’m going home.”
You lean in to lightly press the softest kiss to the side of his lip and smile.
“Call me.”
A/N: Tell me... did she give in too easily?
Sister's Husband! Fuck boy! Jungkook x Influencer! fm. reader
Synopsis: Jungkook married Younghee, your older sister, after doing him a huge favor that benefitted his financial and social life. Knowing she was in love with him, he proceeded to marry her out of gratitude. However, his old habits don't simmer down even with a ring on his finger. And the worst part? He can't seem to take his eyes off his famous sister-in-law...
WARNINGS: Cheating, masterbation
WC: 299
A/N: I'm posting everything little by little cuz a girl gets tired of writing I promise the next part will be at least 1k words
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Younghee forgave and forgot all about that night’s occurrence. It was easy for Jungkook to manipulate girls but Younghee made it too easy. He’d laid her down on the couch and kissed her. Her tongue carried the faint taste of red wine and he knew she had downed a whole bottle before she confronted him. He kissed down her jaw but didn’t find himself growing hard, didn’t find his stomach swirling the same way making eye contact with you through a screen did.
Younghee dozed off after dry humping Jungkook who stared hard at her face beneath her drunk awareness. He tried to pinpoint what similarities his wife had to you. Still, he couldn’t find a resemblance.
Today, Jungkook sat on the toilet seat cover, boxers down to his ankles, water running for a bath and the room cloudy with steam. Sweat trickled down the sides of his muscular neck. His Adam’s apple bobbed harshly, holding back guttural groans and grunts. He jerked his veiny dick with one hand and held his phone with his other. His bangs clung to his forehead, his eyes were begging to shut at the overstimulation of everything– the steam, the sweat, the adrenaline, the bright light of his phone…
But he couldn’t take his eyes off you.
His hips buck subconsciously into his fist when you turn to show the back of your outfit. Your jeans hugged you like a second skin, dangerously low. His eyebrows knit together the harder he stares, his stomach curls, he sighs and releases all over his thighs.
His body gives out and he lays lazily staring at the same video over and over again.
His dick twitches.
“No more,” he glares at it and stands, kicking off his underwear and getting into the tub of hot water.
Sister's Husband! Fuck boy! Jungkook x Influencer! fm. reader
Synopsis: Jungkook married Younghee, your older sister, after doing him a huge favor that benefitted his financial and social life. Knowing she was in love with him, he proceeded to marry her out of gratitude. However, his old habits don't simmer down even with a ring on his finger. And the worst part? He can't seem to take his eyes off his famous sister-in-law...
WARNINGS: Cheating
WC: 385
A/N: I'm on a break right now but as an author I can't seem to live my life and watch drama unfold in real life without my brain making everything into a fan fiction that for some reason needs to have insinuated smut... this may or may not be a teaser I don't know... depending on how much people like this idea I will make a one shot smut. If not I'll continue rotting and playing Roblox all day HA (and doing my summer college classes </3)
“You jerk off to my sister?!” Younghee spits as she approaches Jungkook who’s eating a plate of leftover Chinese food after a long day at work. She slaps the back of his head and when he turns around furiously, not having fully processed his wife’s words, she shoves her phone in his face. It’s a video of you and your girlfriends showing off your outfits before you’re off to a night of dancing, gossiping and drinking.
He frowns, “You hacked my account? How crazy are you?!”
He snatches the phone and stands, clearly twice her size and he begins pressing buttons in panic– anything that will get him closer to the log out button.
“If I had hacked and not found anything then I would be in the wrong but your entire save folder is filled with videos of Y/N. Liked, saved and you even gift her those stupid, pricey gifts– are you fucking insane?!”
“I was being nice! And where did you get the idea that I jerk off to her videos?!” Jungkook sputters and raises the phone above his head when Younghee begins to jump to try and get it. She gives up and lets out a sob she had clearly been holding back the entire time.
“What else would you be doing with videos that show her body and have hundreds of other men commenting how fuckable she looks? You think I’m stupid? I married you knowing you were a fuck boy… and to think I married you thinking you had changed for me.”
“Baby…” His face softens and his heart clenches slightly. After all, the woman who has done everything for him is crying about how he finds her little sister attractive. The worst part is he doesn’t feel sorry for what he’s done, he’s just sorry he got caught. And that he hurt Younghee, of course.
“Jungkook,” she sniffles and stares up at him, no longer miserably trying to reach for her phone, “do you love me?”
“Why else would I have married you?” He offers a small smile and pulls her into a soft embrace.
And even after being caught red-handed, all that played in Jungkook’s shallow mind was how easy it would be for him to chase you if his wife didn’t happen to be your sister.
A/N: If anybody has any (GOOD LEGENDARY) Adopt Me! pets they don't want hand them over and I'll automatically get to work
Married! Husband's Highschool Friend! Jungkook x Married! Model! fm. reader
PART ONE - PART TWO
WC: 5.9k
Warnings for this chapter: cheating, fingering, alcohol, sex, fondling, blow job.
Genre: Smut, Drama, Romance
Synopsis: Jungkook and Jin were friends back in high school and when they bump into each other at the grocery store, now grown, married men, they plan to meet for dinner at Jungkook's home. His wife cooked the meal, cleaned the house and prepared to meet his friend and wife but it all goes out the window when you turn up at the doorstep. Jungkook can't take his eyes off of you the entire evening and he makes it his goal to see you again. Preferably privately.
A/N: This took a bit longer than expected because I have not been in the mood to write smut whatsoever lol. Read the first part to gain better understanding
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It wasn’t hard to come up with a way to get you out of your house secretly. Seeing how you and Jin treated each other was definitely disheartening but that small second glance showed him that you were human at the end of the day and that seduction is a possibility. To make it unsuspicious, Jungkook has been calling Jin more often to check in with him, crack a few small jokes and make empty plans knowing you were beside Jin the entire time. Through small phone calls like these he got to find out small things about you. You’re a model at the moment, saving up to get into law school and Jin happens to be three years older. You liked to go on walks to fancy places, an activity Jungkook seemed to catch you guys doing 90% of the time he called.
After gathering enough information, a little over a week later, he calls you.
“Hello? Who is this?” Your velvet voice pours through the speaker. Jungkook rolls up the windows of his car, looks around and connects his bluetooth to the speaker before answering.
“Y/N, it’s Jungkook!” He smiles widely, even if you can’t see it. He can’t help it.
“Oh! How are you? Did Jin not pick up his phone or something? He’s at the grocery store.” Your voice is laced with exhaustion and he wonders if the call woke you up.
“No. I wanted to talk to you. You see, I’m so happy I found Jin hyung in these stages of life– I want to throw him a surprise,” the smile that overtakes Jungkook’s lips is sinister as he hears your soft gasp on the other side. He leans back on the driver’s seat and stares at the ceiling, running his tongue over his piercing.
“Oh, Jungkook, that’s amazing.” You silently exclaim.
“Yeah, you’d like that?” He almost slaps his mouth but goosebumps rise on his bare arms when you hum and the car echoes the sound.
He shuts his eyes to savor the brief memory of your close-enough-to-a-moan hum.
“Is there a plan already? How can I help?”
He sits back up and rests his arm on the door’s built-in armrest, “Meet me in front of your house in around half an hour. Don’t tell Jin about this,” he plays with the rings on his fingers, “It’s severely private.”
“Got it.”
Jungkook parks a little off to the side, his car hidden behind a delivery truck that happened to be in the neighborhood. Jungkook wore a casual, white button-up and jeans paired with his Timberlands and his signature gold bracelet. He’s fixing his hair in the mirror when his head snaps and he hears muffled, quick steps approaching. He honks when he sees you looking around and you run towards the passenger door, slipping in and panting.
“Go! Before he looks out the window and suspects me!”
Jungkook’s eyebrows shoot up but he quickly pulls the car out of parking mode and steps on the accelerator, gone from the street in mere seconds.
After a few moments he glances down at your outfit. He had been inspired by your earlier style, simple yet elegant, and even now you wear a white tennis set, crop top and a skirt, with high socks and matching New Balances.
“Are we off to play tennis or what?” Jungkook jokes and you carefully place your seatbelt on.
“I told him I was off to play golf with my friends. He was getting ready to tag along, that poor thing.” He eyes you momentarily, seeing your distressed face and how much it hurt you to hurt Jin. What a doll.
“We don’t look like we’re going to the same place at all,” he switches the topic and grins at you cheekily. “I look like a plumber and you look like you’re about to walk down the runway with Ralph Lauren’s summer workout set.”
“You don’t look like a plumber, Jungkook,” there’s that laugh again and he would’ve twisted his neck to see you cover your mouth but he makes a sudden turn and apologizes under his breath.
“Then what do I look like?” He spares you a small glance once again, catching your big, luminous eyes in his and he quickly looks away, heart skipping a few beats as you silently consider his words.
“There’s nothing I can think of that concretely matches your vibe at the moment,” you pause and think, “but to the best of my abilities I would say you look like an embodiment of what Justin Bieber would’ve bodied if he kept his 2015 vibe.”
Jungkook’s ears perk up and he doesn’t think before he asks, “Do you like Justin Bieber?”
“He’s okay. But nothing compares to Jin– not even Justin Bieber in Beauty and a Beat.” You giggle and something flutters in Jungkook’s stomach at the new sound. He felt like he was unlocking new stages of you the more you spoke.
“If I’m being completely honest with you, I have no idea what surprise I want to give Jin. I’m also driving with no destination in mind,” he admits and you hum in thought.
“We could get some ideas at a few centers downtown. Jin loves video games, maybe you know something about that?” You ask.
“An arcade?”
You blink once and stare at the side of Jungkook’s face with a small, pouted frown, “What’s there to see at an arcade?”
Jungkook’s face almost drowns in pink and his hands on the steering wheel stiffen, “I mean, maybe we can win him a huge toy there, no?”
Stupid, Stupid, Stupid.
“I don’t think he’d like that very much. He has too much pride to accept an arcade toy a man won for him,” you tease. Jungkook becomes distracted when you make the smallest movement by crossing one leg over the other and your short skirt rides higher up your thighs. His eyes catch the glint of the diamond on his ring finger and swallows before clenching his jaw and returning his eyes to the road.
“Have you had breakfast?” He knew you hadn’t.
“No, I was about to. Jin came home ten minutes after you called me with the stuff he got from the market.” Perfect.
“How about avocado toast and matcha at a breakfast pub? We can play pool and discuss things there without either of us looking out of place.” A small gasp and a silent, excited clap of your hands is all he needs to hear before he’s making a sharp turn and apologizing once again for the abruptness.
You both sat down to chit chat at a booth in the pub after ordering your food at the front desk and Jungkook tried everything in his power to get you to stare at him the same way you had stared at him when his tattoos and forearms had caught you off guard. Clearly, they had no effect on you now because your eyes stayed grounded on his face which intimidated him more than he’d like to admit. It was a rotation Jungkook noticed. First you would nod at the things he’d say while keeping your eyes glued on his and for a fraction of a second they would snap down to his lips, specifically his piercing, then eyebrow piercing and back on his eyes. When the server came in with your food, he quickly brushed his bangs out in front of his forehead to hide his eyebrows and accepted the food being put in front of him.
“This looks divine,” you pause before you reach for your matcha and frown at his drink, “You’re going to have beer? For breakfast?”
He freezes and stares between you and the beer but you wave him off, offering him a smile that you don’t hide with your hands, “I’m kidding. I’m not your wife to be scolding you like this.”
He laughs but doesn’t touch the tall glass of beer for the rest of the time that you spend eating at the booth. Jungkook got a plate of steak and fries, around ten times bigger than your avocado toast. He usually hates waiting for his wife to finish her food when they go out to eat but watching you savour every bite of your avocado toast with overpriced, exotic flowers and spices made it worth the wait. You sip your matcha and hum when the flavors meet your expectations which makes something in Jungkook jolt with satisfaction as well.
You are an expensive woman, and something about the way you carried yourself and made it known made him want to swipe his black card and purchase you on the spot but he knows it’s much harder than that. Jin was clearly doing an exceptional job at keeping you happy. Is there anything that he doesn’t do?
“You want to play pool?” He finally asks when you sip the last of your drink and you look out to the other room, cloudy and mysterious.
“I’d love to play but I don’t handle smoke too well,” you pause and turn to him, “Do you smoke?”
Of course I do. “No, of course not.”
Lying to you feels like ripping wings off of a fairy, even an angel, but he knows it was worth it the moment your eyes got wider in surprise and the corner of your lips turned upwards in an unsure beam, “Really?” Your face slowly drops and your eyebrows come together in the most analytical way, Jungkook nearly sweats off all the calories he just had.
“Can I tell you something? And I don’t expect you to like me after this but it’s just what I felt,” You begin and Jungkook’s back straightens almost immediately. He leans closer and you continue, “The first time I saw you, I didn’t like you.” Ouch.
“I told Jin you seemed like a bad influence. I saw your tattoos and thought you were affiliated with some gang. Then you started calling Jin and I thought something bad was going to happen to him if he got involved with you. But the more you talked, the more I realized I was being dramatic. You’re the complete opposite. You’re kind, honest and you do everything with good intentions.” Oh.
“Then why did you agree to come here with me?”
“Because you proved me wrong. And because Jin deserves every good thing that comes his way,” the light in your eyes that gleams when you speak about Jin makes Jungkook sick to his stomach and he can’t help but look annoyed.
“I’m sorry if I offended you. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” You notice the stress in his features and lean forward to grab his wrist. The action catches him off guard and he stares down at your hand on his wrist. He tilts his head slowly and looks back at you with curiosity flickering behind his eyes and a light bulb lights up in his head. He holds back a malicious smile.
“I… I don’t know, Y/N. I tried to be as inviting as possible for both you and Jin, and I’m just hearing this now?”
Y/N’s POV
I retreat my hand from his wrist when his voice starts to become more sullen and I immediately regret telling him everything I just did. Panic begins to cloud my mind and as much as I try to hide it my eyes dart between both of his, to his knitted eyebrows and down to his frowning lips.
“Jungkook, I’m truly sorry,” my voice waivers slightly and I swallow to steady it, “You’re an amazing person. Thinking you were otherwise was immature and totally two-dimensional of me. Please forgive me.”
He stands up from his seat and looks around, placing his hands on his hips and then running one hand down his face. I stand and gather my things as soon as he throws cash on the table to pay for the food and struts out.
Thoughts of Jin finding out what I said to his friend run through my head and tears start welling up in my eyes and I chase after Jungkook. For the first time in a long time, I lose my composure and break out into a sprint, catching Jungkook before he enters his car. I clutch his shoulder and he turns aggressively, glaring me down.
“Jungkook, I swear I don’t think of you like that anymore. Jin never doubted you either! Everytime I would bring up the topic about you being dangerous he would immediately shut it down and defend you… please don’t be mad at Jin.” I’m sobbing now. Gripping to both of his shoulders for support and they both trail down his arms until I’m taking his hand between both of mine pleadingly.
He doesn’t look at me anymore. He stares off to the side, shaking his head and taking his lip under his teeth.
“Y/N.” He says and looks down at me once again.
“I don’t like seeing you like this.”
My face was tight, eyebrows drawn in, tears pooling in my eyes, my lips quivering without control. But then, slowly, the weight began to lift. My brow loosened, the muscles in my jaw relaxed, and the sting in my eyes dulled. I let out a shaky breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, and for a moment, everything felt still again. I wipe my eyes and look away, embarrassment washing over me.
“Jin means so much to me and you mean a lot to him, too. I’m sorry if I ruined anything.”
His entire face is neutral, there’s no sign of emotion or thought. His hand comes up to graze the side of my jaw and he lifts my face to stare at him. The proximity makes my heart jump and I swallow but don’t pull away.
“You haven’t ruined anything, Y/N.”
His eyebrows are sewn together and his eyes are slowly falling to my lips and a sultry whisper, I almost don’t hear it even when I’m so close, leaves his lips, “At least not yet.”
The few fingers that had pulled on my jaw were replaced by his entire hand, his grip nearly bruising my neck, my jaw falling open to gasp for air. I have no time to register anything when his mouth slams into mine and my eyes widen in shock.
One hand wraps around my waist and pulls me flat against his chest. My palms land on his chest, stiff and unmoving.
A tear that had been lingering on my cheek makes its way down and lands where our mouths meet. Or at least where he meets mine because I stay in place. The saltiness makes me react almost instantly and I begin pushing at his chest but the struggle is no match for his strong arms. One of them travels down under my skirt where he begins to fondle me and he presses me closer against his crotch so fiercely that his belt digs into my pelvis and I groan into his mouth.
My pushing ceases and he finally pulls away, looking directly at me but he doesn’t seem present at the moment. His lips are parted and he’s breathing a bit faster now. A weird feeling overtakes my stomach as I continue to stare at Jungkook’s flushed face, pink lips and contemplative eyes.
I think about how Jin would react. I think about my confession to Jungkook. But most of all, I think about the tingling sensation Jungkook’s mouth left on mine.
Without thinking, I lift my chin slowly and graze my lower lip over his top one and my breath shivers, hesitant. I look him in the eyes when I see they come back to the present and he meets me in the middle. He starts off slowly, compared to the first time and he tilts his head.
Every bad thought I had about how this is wrong flies out my head the moment these unfamiliar butterflies take over my lower belly and make my body more sensitive. His hands make me arch more into his touch and my hands go out to squeeze his biceps, not knowing how to handle the emotion and excitement that’s overwhelming my body.
I break the kiss to catch my breath, shocked when he grabs me by the arm and opens the backseat door before shoving me in and instantly climbing on top of me, taking in my body and sliding his large hand over my exposed legs like a starving man. I bite my lip when he dips down to press a few kisses on my inner thigh and he whispers, “You smell so sweet, baby.”
“Jungkook,” I whine when a bit of reality begins to settle in, “I can’t.”
He stops kissing my thighs and lifts himself until his face is on the same level as mine. He tilts his face and his gaze lowers down to my cleavage before flickering up to my eyes.
“I think you can,” he deadpans with a straight face, nearly mocking. He slowly sits up, legs on either side of mine. He shuts the door and begins to unbutton his shirt agonizingly slowly.
He slowly lets his shirt slide down his arms and the amused eye smile he gives tells me that he loves the way I react to the amount of tattoos on his chest and arm. I squeeze my thighs together at the sight, not used to so much muscle on a man.
“Are you scared, baby? You think I’m gonna pull out a knife and hold it to your throat?” His tone is mocking and clearly he’s joking but something about his words makes my heart jump and I swallow thickly. His face comes down to my neck and I gasp softly when his warm tongue runs up and down my jaw. He bites me, laughing lowly when I flinch and my hands urgently jump to his shoulders. He pulls away and levels himself on his muscular legs.
He chuckles as he leans down once again to take my skirt off in one motion and holds his palm flat against my stomach. He lowers his face down until he delivers the most delicate kiss below my belly button and I release the softest sigh. His tongue comes out and he begins to use his mouth with more intent, licking, kissing and delivering playful bites that release elicit sounds from my lips.
My hands dart out to grab at his hair and he groans into my skin. His hands clutch onto the sides of my hips, sliding up my waist and giving it a firm squeeze. He pulls away and takes off my panties.
This is so wrong.
His arms flex as his tattooed hands grip my thighs, sliding upward with slow intent. His eyes are big, taking in every inch of skin exposed.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he pinches my chin harshly between his thumb and index, pulling me in for another sloppy kiss that throws out any remaining doubt that could hold me back from doing what I’m about to do.
In a blink of an eye, he raises my body off the seats and places himself in the middle, his legs spread wide open. He shoves me between them, on the carpeted ground and I hiss when my bare cunt brushes against the dry material. I look up at him with wide, silent eyes. He leans back, tilting his head to the side, the corner of his mouth curling into a sinister grin.
He brings one rough hand to my face, his thumb gliding down my lips, tugging my lower lip toward my chin before letting it snap back into place.
He takes his hand back and his eyes flicker to his lap, “I finally get to see you where you belong.”
I swallow and release a shaky breath, still and unmoving. He notices this and releases a sadistic chuckle, shaking his head. In a second, his strong hand wraps around my wrist, lifting it. With his other hand, he spreads my fingers and guides them down his bare torso. I hold my breath, feeling his abs tense beneath my touch, and I clench around nothing. He releases me only when my hand finally reaches his belt.
"You know what to do," he says, voice hoarse with impatience.
My hands tremble as they reach for his belt and it clicks. I unzip his jeans and watch his bulge become more visible the more I take off of him. I look up at him but he’s watching my hands and there’s a sadistic gleam in his eyes, like he enjoys the moral legality of what we’re doing.
I pull down his boxers along with his jeans and toss them to the side, trying my best to not stare at his dick but it’s in my view even when I stare up at him.
“I’ve never given a blow job,” I whisper and finally let my eyes trail down his long length. His tip is red and leaking at the top, a drop of pre-cum following the vein that protrudes the thin skin of his dick. I swallow and Jungkook smiles from ear to ear.
“You’ve never had dick in your mouth? Wow…” He sounds like he’s speaking to himself. “Hyung clearly hasn’t been enjoying you the way I would,” he cuts himself off, “the way I’m about to.”
He beckons me forward with his finger and I lean closer, stopping when it's only a centimeter from my lips and he tuts, “Keep going, don’t stop.”
My lips quiver when they come in contact with the tip and it twitches but he shows no reaction.
“Open your mouth and suck,” the words come out short and not sweet.
I stick my tongue out and slowly swallow his tip, feeling the shape with my tongue and I gag.
“It’s only the tip, you shouldn’t be reacting yet,” He scolds and two strong hands bunch up my hair into a messy ponytail. The sternness of his voice makes me ache in a new way and I feel my nipples harden under the fabric of my dress. The sudden need to please him overtakes me and I bob my head only at the tip. The car is filled with slurping and his soft sighs but I know he’s not entirely feeling it. I begin to engulf him entirely and that’s when the hands on my hair suddenly pull and make my scalp burn.
“Fuck, baby. You’re a fast learner, aren’t you?” He moans and half-bucks his hips. His thighs begin to flex under me and he grunts so sweetly a chill runs down my spine. He begins to lose himself, forcing his dick deeper down my throat and that’s when I start gagging and pulling away but to no avail. My hands grip his thighs as he pistons himself in and out so fast I would’ve passed out if he hadn’t showed mercy and forced himself out of my mouth. He lets out a shaky groan and his legs quiver underneath me.
“Fuck, Y/N.” He cusses.
His fingers loosen around my locks, and I wipe at my mouth, looking up at him through my lashes. He didn’t come. Why did he pull away?
His hand locks around my throat in a blink of an eye and he smashes his lips onto mine. During the kiss, he lifts me up, pulling me by my neck to climb on his lap. An animalistic feeling takes over my body the moment his dick comes into contact with my pussy. I roll my hips and pull Jungkook impossibly closer. He smirks into the kiss, I feel the corner of his mouth curse and a hot flush overtakes my face but I don’t find it in me to care.
“‘M gonna fuck you so good, love,” his hips follow the rhythm of mine the first few rolls until his humps get more aggressive and his balls slapping against my ass echo in the car.
“You’re not gonna fucking remember your name,” his fingers slither into my locks and pull before he attacks my collarbones and cleavage, “the name of the man you belong to.”
Arousal coats the part of his dick that’s flush against my wet pussy. I squirm when a sudden wave of pleasure overtakes my body, gasping and nearly choking on my own moans.
“Jungkook! Fuck, it hurts!” I whine and reach for his shoulders, tearing at his skin with my nails to channel my pain. He grunts and wraps his hand around my throat, bringing me to his face.
“It’s not pain, baby,” he laughs, “It’s pleasure. You’re gonna ride this out, alright?” He seethes through gritted teeth, “You’re gonna moan my fucking name and I won’t fucking stop until I’m satisfied.”
“Ah fuck!” Tears brim in my eyes and I shut them close. My hands wrap around his wrist and I shake my head profusely.
“Say my fucking name!” Jungkook continues to push and I sob.
“I- I can’t!”
“You think you’re a good wife for staying silent?” He laughs harshly, “You came on my fucking cock and you think staying silent can reverse the damage? Cry me a fucking river.”
His hand adds pressure to my throat but the only things that manage to leave my mouth are sobs and whines. He continues bucking his hips into mine, his skin is getting stickier and sweatier by the minute and, in contrast to my words, I only get wetter and wetter.
“You’re gonna regret it,” he grunts, “If you don’t say my name before I fucking come on you you’re gonna regret it so much, Y/N.”
I don’t hear anything because by the time he begins speaking, another wave of pleasure hits my body and I arch into him before releasing my most intense cry yet. He watches me through his lashes, staring up at me with shameless desire and his jaw slacks, eyebrows meeting. His teeth tug on his lip ring and he thrusts one more time before warm, thick liquid coats my lower stomach.
He freezes and pants, staring down where his penis is nuzzled between my thighs and his hands come down to hold onto my hips. He lifts me up about an inch or two and he moans in delight. Catching my own breath, I let my eyes trail down and see a creamy mixture of my arousal and his cum connecting his shaft to my pussy and my stomach flips at the sight. It’s so dirty and so wrong but I don’t find it in me to say anything to Jungkook’s face.
“You didn’t say my name,” I break out of my trance and look into his eyes. His bangs are messy and there’s a bead of sweat trailing down the slide of his face. His lips are formed into a frown, pink and swollen.
A minute ago I would have been intimidated but at the moment, I’m just tired and high off the amount of adrenaline coursing through my veins.
“I told you you were gonna regret it.”
Spoke too soon.
He flips me around in a blink of an eye and wraps an inked arm around my throat. It flexes and his bicep presses into my throat. My hands immediately reach for his forearm and I pull, gasping for air. His voice is raspy and aggressive when he whispers, lips directly on my earlobe, “Be a good girl for me, yeah? You think you only exist for hyung? I’ll fucking ruin you to the point nobody will want you but me.”
He delivers a kiss to my ear and I release a small, frightened sob. He releases pressure from my neck and my chest heaves up and down. His other hand snakes down my body and his hand disappears between my legs. I shut my thighs around his wrist when he circles my clit due to the sensitivity that makes me squeal and arch back into him.
“You’re gonna make me angry. Open.” He demands lowly and my knees slowly part in compliance. He doesn’t waste any time, immediately shoving two fingers inside my cunt and curling them, circling his wrist to feel every corner of my walls. I mewl and squirm, “Jungkook! That hurts– fuck!”
“Tight as a virgin, baby. What? He doesn’t touch you?” He laughs sinisterly. “Wait until my cock is so deep inside you…” his hips buck into my ass at his own words, “fuck, I can’t wait.”
He pumps his fingers in and out vigorously and my legs threaten to shut again but I force them open, lifting my hips up from his lap from the intensity of his thrusts.
“Jungkook, I'm gonna come!”
At that, he takes his fingers out and shoves them into my mouth. He didn’t need to say anything; my tongue curled around his digits, my mind races a bit I feel around his wedding ring and I subconsciously pause. He releases a satisfied hum, amused.
“That was close enough, baby. I’m almost happy with you. If you behave well I’ll reward you, how’s that sound?”
I pant, nodding and he finally releases me. He pushes me forward and I lay more on his chest. His hands wrap around my ankles and he spreads me so wide I blush and look away, ashamed and embarrassed.
“You’re gonna keep your legs here, close them and I’ll hurt you,” he threatens and releases my ankles. I keep my legs in place and he lifts my crop top over my boobs. My nipples immediately harden, even with the hot atmosphere.
“I want you to watch my fingers dig into your greedy cunt. Maybe seeing how dirty and desperate your body is for me will help you understand you’re not the saint you try to be.”
One hand goes up to my breast, fondling the flesh. He trails his fingertips up my chest delicately before he taps my lower lip and my jaw slowly opens. He puts in two fingers and the other hand makes its way to my swollen, glistening cunt. He starts with one finger and as sick as my head tells me I should feel right now, my stomach is squeezing at the amount of pleasure that overtakes my lower body. My lips fall further open and for the first time, I don’t hold back the pornographic squeal that escapes me.
He shoves another finger in and begins pumping them faster. The view almost makes me orgasm on the spot. His fingers are sculpted and long, disappearing down to his knuckles when swallowed by my pussy. There are veins running up his hand and disappearing under the ink of his arm.
But it's his wedding ring that snaps me back into reality, and I clench nervously around him in shame.
“You like that?” He chuckles, knowing the answer.
He picks up the pattern of shoving his fingers in deep and curling. He repeats until I feel another orgasm incoming and I scream. The fingers in my mouth probe deeper and I nearly choke. I stick out my tongue to force them out and he slaps my mouth as I come undone. My eyes roll and my entire body twitches as I go limp on him.
He fixes me straight against him and pumps his dick once. Without a warning, he lifts my hips and slams me down on his length and I receive it like a punch to the gut. The stretch makes my entire body hold still, afraid that if I move even an inch, something inside me will rip.
“Cat got your tongue?” He teases, shifting under me and spreading his legs even further with a grunt. With both my knees on the side of his thighs, I’m spread wider and my eyes sting, signaling incoming tears. He takes a few deep breaths, squeezing my ass now clearly visible on his crotch.
“You’re fucking tight, baby. I feel rejected,” he fakes a pout and thrusts in once but slowly slides out. There’s so much slick the sound is so dirty and my lower belly pools with warm sensations.
I try to adjust and my thighs begin to quiver.
“I’m gonna start,” he warns and my head whips around.
“Wait! It hurts…” I cry and he smirks.
“I’m not asking you if you’re ready,” he laughs, accompanied by another thrust and I let out a raspy sob.
“Please!”
“Please what?”
“Jungkook, please…”
“Please what, Y/N?” He sounds irritated. “I want you to tell me exactly what you want.”
“Go slow, please?”
I practically feel him roll his eyes and right when he’s about to thrust again I say, “Be patient with me, baby. Pretty please?”
His cock twitches inside me.
“Fine,” he mutters.
I straighten up and take a deep breath before placing both palms against his knees and leaning forward. I slowly circle my hips to get used to his length and girth before going up and down at my own pace. I feel him grind against me and groan softly.
“Tell me when you’re ready, love,” but he’s impatient.
I feel his eyes burning holes where our parts meet, arousal coating every inch. My eyes go wide when I feel his thumb ghost over my asshole and I turn to look at him. When his eyes dart towards mine, a huge, bunny smile overtakes his face.
“Keep going, unless you want me to take over,” I take it as a threat and continue rolling my hips up and down. My walls are pulsing around him, tired and abused from his fingers alone.
I gasp when he spits on my asshole and in that same second shoves his thumb inside.
“Jungkook!” I scold and nearly choke on my own saliva.
“I couldn’t help it. It’s literally in my face,” he giggles and I slam my hips down, hitting his balls at an angle. He jerks forward and groans both in pain and pleasure.
I smile but it’s short-lived. He keeps his thumb inside me, his other hand coming up to pull at my hair and wrap around his wrist. He doesn’t show mercy, immediately pounding up and into me. He doesn’t hold back, groaning so loud, rivaling the sound of our skin slapping. I sit up straight, bouncing on his lap as his hips force us into a rhythmic bounce. The pain subsides almost immediately as his cock presses deeper and deeper, hitting tense g-spots and making me lose my mind.
His finger grazes my jaw and I turn to look at him with breathy moans that he swallows as he kisses me feverishly.
“I love you,” he growls. My eyes shoot wide open and my eyebrows pinch together so tightly as I process his words and I push his face away.
“Jungkook, what the hell?”
He grins crookedly, taking my attention away from his ridiculous outburst and to the orgasm that slowly unfolds in the deepest parts of my body. My stomach twists and I curse, grabbing onto his arms, now wrapped tightly around my waist. He gives one more thrust along with a shaky groan before collapsing behind me and I lean forward, panting with my hands on his knees.
I blink and finally turn to look at him. His head is resting back on the seat, eyes shut peacefully and lips slightly parted. I can’t help the small smile that forms on my face and I turn around to playfully poke the side of his face.
“What was that?”
“What was what?” He opens his eyes and his stupid, shit-eating smirk appears.
Without much thinking, I lean forward and place my hands on both sides of his cheeks, pecking his lips.
Married! Husband's Highschool Friend! Jungkook x Married! Model! fm. reader
PART ONE - Introduction
PART TWO
Warnings for this chapter: Micro-cheating.
Genre: Smut, Drama, Romance
Synopsis: Jungkook and Jin were friends back in high school and when they bump into each other at the grocery store, now grown, married men, they plan to meet for dinner at Jungkook's home. His wife cooked the meal, cleaned the house and prepared to meet his friend and wife but it all goes out the window when you turn up at the doorstep. Jungkook can't take his eyes off of you the entire evening and he makes it his goal to see you again. Preferably privately.
A/N: I'm deeply against cheating so for now I'm gonna wait for my readers to decide whether they want the smut scene to be with Jin, her husband, or Jungkook, the married man ready to throw his entire life out the window for her. I'll post the first part and as soon as I get a minimum of 20 people's votes I'll begin writing it!
poll: CLOSED
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Jungkook did not know what to do with himself the moment you turned up at his house with his best friend at your side. He didn’t even know your name and that alone caused him to forget the fact that he had a loving wife standing at his side, too.
“Jungkook! It’s so good to see you after so long. I’m so glad we bumped into each other.” Seokjin goes in for a strong hug, patting him on the back and courteously waving and nodding at Jungkook’s wife before placing his arm behind your back. Jungkook’s eyes travel down your figure, noting you were rather tall. Seokjin and Jungkook are the same height and you’re only around an inch or two shorter. With heels on, of course.
“This is my wife, her name is Y/N. We got married in January.” Seokjin grins from ear to ear and you step forward to greet his wife before handing her the pie in your hands. You turn to Jungkook, almost eye level, and he manages a small smile. You extend out your hand and he stares at it before quickly embracing it between both of his, staring deeply into your large eyes. He could see himself reflecting off of them in the most hypnotizing way and his smile grows the more he stares at every feature of your face. You take your hand back first and he snaps out of it.
“Come in! Make yourself at home,” he grins.
“Jungkook,” his wife scolds and he frowns at her before his eyes widen and he snaps.
“This is Hannah,” he pauses, “my wife.”
As you walk inside, Jin takes your coat and places it on the rack by the door. Jungkook watches Jin’s interaction with you, envying how lovely you looked together. But most of all, he admired you. You waited for Jin, who was placing his own coat on the rack, looking delicate and expectant on his doorstep. You’re wearing a polka dot dress that hangs around your neck and it’s backless, showing off your slim frame. You visibly shiver when Jin places a hand on your lower back and he hides the amused smile that grazes his lips.
Jungkook turns to look at his wife who is serving plates already in the kitchen and he stares at her back for a second. Hannah is in a milkmaid dress with an apron in the front, tied around her neck and waist. It's a long sleeve and her hair is slightly disheveled. Without much thought, he steps forward and places a hand on her lower back, above the line before the dress gets puffy. Hannah doesn’t react but after a while she turns to him with a frown.
“Have you set the table?” She snaps and Jungkook sighs and walks off.
At the table where everybody is eating, Jin feeds you a few bites of his own plate. It’s mostly Jungkook and Jin talking. They fill in the wives about how they bumped into each other at the market. Jungkook was buying a new bottle of wine and Jin was finding the perfect sourdough for your breakfast cravings.
Your plate was nearly untouched, Jin’s was completely wiped out. He switched the places of the plates and began eating the food you didn’t touch because he had fed you most of his own plate. Hannah had found the interaction a bit too extreme and would glance at Jungkook every now and then but Jungkook ignored her.
He found you completely charming, extravagant and just enticing. When you laughed at Jin’s jokes, you covered your mouth with your hand. Jungkook’s eyes ran down your delicate arms and your manicured nails. You seemed like such a simple lady; wearing a thin, gold watch that matched Jin’s thick one and pearl white nails. He stared down at his own wife’s hands and to his disappointment they were just bare and naked except for the ring.
His heart skips a beat when you laugh at his own joke for the first time and cover your mouth, eyes pinching together, the slightest blush overtaking your cheeks. He trails off mid-sentence staring at you before his wife gets uncomfortable and clears her throat.
“Ah, yes,” he chuckles nervously and looks back at Jin who seems clueless.
When the night gets late, Jin stands first and helps you up, holding your hand as you rise and make your way back to the front. Jungkook watches your back sway with each step you take. He rolls up his sleeves to reveal his tattooed arms and crosses them over his chest as he approaches you guys in the exit.
“Are you guys sure you don’t want a glass of wine?” His efforts to keep you here another minute are shut down by Jin who laughs.
“Y/N doesn’t drink.” His hand reaches for your hip and squeezes it reassuringly. You smile up at Jin lovingly before apologetically smiling at Jungkook and then he sees it. Your eyes trailing down his chest where his arms are crossed, forearms flexed, tats on display. You instantly look away and turn around to reach for your coat but Jin beats you to it. He helps you put it on and Jungkook smirks.
Hannah appears at his side, wiping her hands on her apron with a smile on her face.
“We hope to have you guys again!” Hannah chirps and you walk to her to hug her goodbye. You reach out your hand like you had when you first did but Jungkook shakes his head.
“Come on! You’re Seokjin’s wife– that makes you a friend.” He pushes your hand away and pulls you in for a hug, trying his best to keep his arms respectful and not fully feel your body tightly against his. Would you feel perfect in his arms? He can’t imagine you feeling like anything but amazing.
As you disappear down his street, hand in hand with your husband, he feels a weird emptiness in his stomach. He watches a few strands of hair lift around your head as cars pass this late at night. He can see when Jin stops to tuck a strand behind your ear and you continue walking down where you left your car parked.
Jungkook doesn’t know what it was that night. Was it the moonlight that beamed off of you alone or was it just you as a person?
There was only one solid note he made that day. He needed to see you again.
