summer love pt2 | j.jk
from a wild hookup in rio to falling in love in LA, you and jungkook are finally official. but as graduation night arrives, can your love survive a ghost from your past?
pairing: musician!jungkook x law student!reader
genre: smut with plot, friends to lovers, protective!jk, angst to fluff, happy ending (HEA)
warnings: 18+ explicit sexual content, passionate & soft smut, oral sex (f receiving), oil massage, candles, desk sex, protective!jk, confrontation with a toxic ex-boyfriend, brief mention of past emotional distress/ex, overstimulation, happy ending, timeskip.
summary: graduation night in LA was supposed to be a celebration, but an unwanted run-in with your ex turns ugly. luckily, jungkook is right there to put him in his place, leaving the city behind to build a sun soaked life with you in miami.
part 1: here
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the low, velvet hum of the studio was one of the few places where LA felt completely quiet.
you sat tucked into the corner of the plush forest green sofa, a thick law textbook resting forgotten on your lap. through the booth glass, the dim ambient lighting bathed jungkook in a soft glow. he wore his headphones hooked around his neck, looking completely in his element as his voice carried through the monitors, warm, raspy, and full of raw emotion.
when he finished the last note, he stepped out of the booth, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. he walked over and melted onto the sofa beside you. you quietly leaned over, laying your head down against his broad shoulder. your fingers picked nervously at the hem of your loose black skirt, smoothing the fabric over and over again.
jungkook noticed it instantly. the quiet tension radiating off your body didn't escape him for a second.
without saying a word, he slid off the couch and dropped to his knees right in front of you. he placed his large, warm hands gently over your knees, bringing himself down to your exact eye level. his palms caressed the soft skin of your thighs, not in a needy or hot way, but with pure, grounding reassurance.
“baby, what’s going on? speak to me,” jungkook said softly.
as his tender eyes held yours, the dam broke, and a few tears slowly ran down your cheek.
“it's just... i’ve been so fucking stressed lately,” you said, voice trembling as jungkook looked at you and nodded understandingly. “i feel like everything i do, i do it in an automatic way. like i’m not even living my life, just surviving it. and then... then i think of you. i think about us, about how much you love me and how damn happy it makes me feel. but then my mind punishes me for some reason...” you stopped, taking a deep breath “…it takes me back to how it all ended up with gale, and...”
“hey, hey, hey,” jungkook murmured gently, cutting off the spiral.
he shifted, sitting back up on the sofa next to you, and pulled you straight into a tight hug that made you feel completely protected from the world. he stroked your hair in slow, soothing motions for a long while, letting you catch your breath against his chest before he spoke.
“listen to me,” his deep voice vibrated against your ear “what happened back then? that wasn't your fault. you spent four years giving your heart to someone who didn't know how to treasure it.” he paused, rubbing a gentle circle into your back “so of course your brain gets scared when something good happens. but you don't have to carry that ghost anymore, baby.”
he pulled back just enough to frame your face in his hands, wiping away your tears with the pads of his thumbs.
“i’ve never played about you since the moment i met you in brazil,” he murmured, staring into your eyes with absolute conviction “you’re beautiful, you’re smart, and you have such a good, gentle soul. you fought like hell for your dreams, and you should be proud of that.” a soft, reassuring smile touched his lips “and tomorrow you’re going to nail that exam. i’m right here. i’m not going anywhere.”
the heavy knot in your chest completely dissolved, replaced by a deep wave of peace. you buried your face into his neck, soaking in his warmth.
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friday, 4:00 pm.
the 5th-floor apartment was wrapped in a gorgeous late afternoon glow. soft jazz played from the speaker, mixing with the cool breeze that came through the open windows.
you were running back and forth around your apartment, pausing in front of the bathroom mirror to finish your makeup for the big day. you had chosen a short, delicate skirt paired with a thin laced matching top, an effortlessly chic outfit that you’d layer under your dark blue graduation gown later.
jungkook was already fully dressed, looking effortlessly handsome in a tailored burgundy suit. but instead of letting you prepare in peace, he followed you around like a puppy.
the moment you stepped back into the bathroom, a warm smile spread across his face. he slid right up behind you, breathing in the soft vanilla scent of your perfume. meeting your eyes in the mirror, he smirked, making you smile back as you asked, “hmm... what?”
“nothiiiiing,” he murmured teasingly, a playful grin tugging at his lips as he slid one of his long, sturdy legs right between yours. his thigh pressed firm against your core, sending an instant jolt straight down your spine.
“hmm kook,” you gasped eyes closed, your breath hitching.
ignoring your protest, his hands slid up under the loose fabric of your shirt, his warm fingers tracing the elastic hem of your bra. he leaned down, pressing his lips to the warm skin of your neck, opening a few buttons of his own suit shirt as he felt you squirm helplessly against his thigh. the raw contrast of his rough hands and his formal suit was doing dangerous things to your stomach.
“baby...” you whispered, turning around, your fingers tangling into his styled hair, trying to anchor yourself. “not now,”
“hmm, just a little bit, please?” he purred against your pulse point, his thumb lightly grazing your nipple to lure you in.
you bit your lip, feeling the heat rising between your legs. but with a small, playful smirk, you reached down, wrapping your fingers around his cock right over the fabric of his suit pants. you gave it a solid, deliberate press, making him let out a low, ragged groan.
before he could react, you pulled away, giving his cheek a sweet kiss.
“not now, pretty boy,” you teased, stepping out of his reach. “we gotta go, we’re running late.”
jungkook stood there flushed, catching his breath as he caught his own reflection in the bathroom mirror, a playful smirk spreading across his face.
9:00 pm.
the graduation ceremony was a blur of bright lights and overwhelming pride. when your name was called, the middle section of the grand auditorium exploded. andrea and sophie were screaming at the top of their lungs, your parents were wiping tears, and right beside them, jungkook’s parents were clapping proudly.
jungkook stood up, his eyes locked on you as you accepted your law diploma. he mouthed three silent words across the crowd that made your heart soar: i love you.
and as the heavy weight of responsibilities finally disappeared after years and years of studying, you smiled proudly, posing for a few photos with the university director and your favorite professors.
i’m done... i’m finally a lawyer! you thought to yourself, making your way back to your seat.
11:30 pm.
the after party was hosted at an upscale, low-lit lounge downtown, velvet booths, dim amber lamps, and smooth music.
after a few hours of chit chatting with your friends, jungkook, and some university buddies, you decided to head to the bar to grab some drinks. this wasn’t a wild nightclub like the one back in rio, instead, it was an exclusive, low lit lounge, the kind of place made strictly for cocktails and intimate conversations.
“four beers, please,” you ordered, taking a seat on the tall stool as the bartender moved smoothly behind the counter. but as you sat quietly waiting, a heavy shadow fell over you, smelling thick of liquor, leaning uncomfortably close.
“y/n...”
you froze. gale, your ex boyfriend was sitting right next to you.
“gale?” you said, your voice turning ice cold “what the hell are you doing here?”
“i tried asking sophie where you guys were going c-cuz i knew you were graduating tonight,” he stammered, leaning closer as his hand reached for yours. you snatched your hand back instantly. “she told me to fuck off, but... knowing you and knowing her, i figured you’d come here,” he stopped, reaching out to touch you once more “i had to see you.”
“get away from me, gale. i’m not joking.”
“come ooon, y/n,” he slurred, his gaze heavy as it drifted over your whole body “ugh, you look so fucking hot tonight,” he mumbled, trying and failing to whisper. you heard every single word “can we just talk?”
“there’s nothing to talk about, gale. get the fuck away from me,” you snapped, a sudden wave of courage backing your words.
“tell me that you’re not taken... tell me that i still have a chance,” he begged, his voice cracking with desperation.
“i am taken, and i have fucking zero desire to talk to you,” you snapped, your tone biting “leave me alone.”
listening to your rude tone, gale’s face twisted with drunken frustration. instead of backing off, his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist tightly. “don't talk to me like that...”
before you could even pull away, he lunged forward, desperately crashing his lips onto yours.
bam.
you brought your free hand around in a sharp, blinding motion, slapping him hard across the cheek. gale stumbled back from the tall stool, clutching his face in shock.
before he could even process the sting and stumble back toward you, clearly intending to hit you or do something even worse, a heavy shadow swept over the bar.
jungkook, who had been watching from the booth across the room, charged in like a storm. he slammed himself between the two of you, shoving a palm hard against gale’s chest and pinning him back against the counter.
“you got a problem?” gale sneered, trying to tower over him with a heavy frown but failing miserably
“yeah, you’re my fucking problem, asshole,” jungkook growled, his voice filled with rage as he grabbed gale by the collar of his shirt.
gale scoffed, looking down at jungkook before eyeing the crisp collar of his suit “oh, look at this guy. you really wanna fucking fight, son of a bitch?”
“hey! out! now!” the bartender yelled, slamming a glass on the counter and pointing a sharp finger at gale “you’re harassing guests! get the hell out before i call security”
gale glared at jungkook, then at you, before muttering a bitter curse and stumbling out into the night.
jungkook turned around instantly, his dark eyes searching your face, his hands cupping your cheeks gently. “you okay, baby?”
you leaned into his touch, feeling the residual adrenaline melt away. “i’m okay, i’m okay yeah,”
and that was the last time you ever saw gale.
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four years later.
miami, florida.
moving to miami had been the best decision the two of you had ever made. you were now a thriving lawyer, while jungkook had built his own dream studio right by the beach. he’d even cast you as the lead in his latest music video, for a song written entirely about you!
it was a warm friday night inside your sun-drenched apartment. you had created a workspace in the corner of the living room, which included a wide wooden desk surrounded by walls covered in your diplomas and shelves filled with music artifacts and a few of jungkook’s albums. that very same wooden desk was currently piled high with court files for a massive case you had to argue in court on monday.
you were stressed out of your mind, rubbing your temples as you stared blankly at the endless pages, leaning back tiredly against your white chair.
that’s when you felt two warm hands settled gently onto your shoulders.
jungkook leaned down, his hands moving lower, his thumbs vaguely tracing the sides of your breasts over your thin silk robe, searching for your reaction. you gasped softly, your head falling back against his chest as you instantly surrendered to his touch.
“is my baby so so so stressed?” jungkook asked softly. he’d been paying attention to you, noticing every heavy breath, every muttered swear, and every frustrated sigh.
“mhm,” you hummed, pouting as your eyes slowly closed.
“why don’t you take a break? let me take care of you,” he whispered against your ear.
before you could object, he gathered you into his arms and carried you straight into your bedroom.
the balcony doors were wide open, letting the cool ocean breeze drift through the curtains.
what made you soft chuckle, though, was the glow waiting inside. jungkook had lit candles all around the room, casting a warm light right over your big bed. the sweet scent of incense drifted through the air as well.
he’d clearly planned all of this just minutes ago.
“what’s up with you, kook? candles?” you smiled, resting on your elbows as you watched his broad, bare back muscles flex while he adjusted the flame on the last candle.
“what? can’t i take care of my sweet girl?” he teased, turning around with a playful smirk.
he walked over to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of coconut oil. he climbed onto the bed, hovering over you. he slowly untied the belt of your pink silk robe, parting the fabric inch by inch, admiring your naked body.
he poured a small pool of coconut oil onto his palms, rubbing his hands together before resting them on your stomach, then your hips, and down your inner thighs, his fingers drifting teasingly close to where you needed him most. the warmth was intoxicating. he kneaded out every ounce of stress from your muscles, his hands tracing long, deliberate strokes down your hips, and along your thighs until you were melting into the sheets, completely gone under his touch, leaving low and innocent sighs of pleasure under him, which of course didn’t go unnoticed by him.
“hmm,” you softly hummed, eyes closed, your hand innocently looking for his bicep in search of some closeness.
“tell me what you want, baby,” jungkook said.
“you… please,” you said as you squirmed under him.
he didn't make you say it twice. sliding down between your legs, he parted your slick folds and dove in, tasting your sensitive core with a ravenous hunger as his long fingers caressed your waist, down to your legs. his tongue swirled over your clit in slow, punishing circles, going back to your pussy and moving his tongue in and out, fucking you with his tongue, making your back arch off the mattress as you moaned his name.
“hmm so good,” you said, grabbing his hair and slowly moving his face to pleasure you.
jungkook was just so into you, into the feeling of loving you and showing it, he swore he could die between your legs, that's all he wanted.
he could feel his cock hardening thanks to your moans, how good you smelled and how soft your skin was.
“hmm fuck me babe, please,” you begged, a moaning mess.
jungkook didn’t waste any more time. he parted from you, stood up at the end of the bed and slowly rolled down his gray joggings and boxers, and at the same time you fully let go of your silk robe. jungkook crawled on top of you, taking his time to admire and touch you everywhere he could. his whole body weight on top of you, as you felt his cock on your pussy, throbbing.
you couldn’t help but grind on him as you hungrily kissed, in search of more closeness.
you needed him so bad.
jungkook grinned a toothy smile “my baby is desperate, isn’t she?” he playfully said, kissing you over and over again.
he aligned himself in you without using his hands and his cock slid right in your pussy without any effort, you were so wet for him, so ready to take him fully.
“oh—my—god,” you moaned with each thrust, this position making you feel him even deeper “s—so good hmm,” you moaned, eyebrows furrowed as you took him all in.
you opened your eyes and saw his, admiring you, adoring you.
“you’re so beautiful, fuck,” he said “want you to cum all over my cock pretty girl,” he hungrily said as his moves became harder and more erratic.
you were a moaning mess, all you could do was grab his shoulders, marking his back with your nails. he grabbed one of your legs and lifted it, placing it on his shoulder as he fucked you sideways, feeling him even deeper.
“fuuuuck,” he moaned, rolling his head back as he fucked you down onto the mattress.
“yes, yes y—yes, harder please,” you begged, making his moves become erratic “m—my god—”
the speed was too much to take, sending intense waves straight through your body. your nails dug harder into his back as your hips bucked up to meet every deep thrust he gave you.
“i—i’m gonna—” you gasped out, your voice breaking into a moan as your whole body started to shake under him.
“cum for me, do it,” he growled out, his voice thick and rough.
he leaned down, kissing you hard to swallow your sweet moans as your body clamped down around his cock, squeezing him tight.
that tight grip sent him right over the edge. jungkook let out a low groan against your lips, pushing himself as deep into you as he could go, pulling out at the very last second to come all over you. he shuddered heavily on top of you. his body trembling as the feeling finally slowed down.
for a long time, the room was quiet except for the sound of you both catching your breath, matching the ocean breeze coming through the curtains.
jungkook rested his forehead against yours, warm and slick with sweat. a sweet, soft smile spread across his face, and he leaned in to press soft little kisses all over your cheeks, your nose, and your lips.
“god, i love you so much,” he whispered against your skin, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a deep, warm hug, his heavy body resting comfortably on top of you. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath of your scent while his hands gently caressed your waist “honestly, those files can wait until monday morning,” he murmured, lifting his head just enough to look down at you, only for you to start pampering his face with sweet little kisses.
jungkook giggled, resting his full weight over you in the coziest way possible.
“hmmm i love you so muuuuch, my sweet little pretty boyyy,” you said softly in a cute, funny tone, far too consumed by love. you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, hugging him close and completely melting into his chest under his weight.
he let out a soft, contented sigh. you could hear his heartbeat steadying against your own, warm and grounding.
you looked up into his dark, affectionate eyes with a sleepy, fond smile “shower? together?” you asked softly under him.
a huge, toothy grin spread across jungkook’s face “oh hell yeah,” he said, instantly snapping out of his lazy haze as he pushed himself up, jumping out of bed with a playful burst of energy and heading straight to the bathroom to turn on the warm water for you both.
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okayyy guys, that’s a wrap on this story! let me know what you think in the comments.
i’m reaaaally open to exploring new genres with jungkook, like an enemiestolovers! prompt maybeee?
let me know if there’s anything specific you’d like to read! (:
i have a surprise for y’all 😋 🌊
