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Private Property

(here is the song i was inspired from )

Fem reader x individual bts members

Warning: 18+ (Degration, recording, food play, fingering, vaginal sex,) lmk if i missed anything !!

a/n: hi its me, okay so this is my first time writing smut so dont hate me, and yeah thank you sm for reading this stuff :) I also take requests and yeah <3

Namjoon:

I'll go whenever you press play

Pause whenever you want babe

Do whatever you want babe

I'll sing whatever you want babe

Make love whenever you want to

Do whatever we gone do

No ones here but us two

Me and you

Namjoon had you pressed against the bathroom,¨Why do you make me like this y/n¨He groaned in your ear, shivers running up and down your spine. His attack continued on your neck, harshly kissing it eager to take you all in,¨Why couldn't we wait until we got home? Instead were in Tae´s bathroom¨ He continued

His hand trailed down your pants, feeling you,¨Please Joon¨ You moaned, throwing your head back when his thumb began to rub your clit. Your hand Instinctly went to his, trying to relieve some pleasure from your sensitive clit but instead he took your small hands with his big one and pinned them against the wall. You let out small whimpers trying not to alert anyone outside.

One of his hands rubbed circles around your clit, another hand on the wall holding your hands and his mouth on your neck trailing to your ear,¨It's just you and me y/n, no one else¨He whispered in your ear, your eyes rolling back from all the pleasure,¨Just like that baby¨ He smirked, seeing you dissolve with just his fingers, your puppy eyes doing things to him,¨I got you¨

Yoongi:

'Cause she hops on top with no top

Riding the drop

Meaning she drive stick and she gives good

Now I don't know if that ring finger gon get a rock

But I tear that thang up and call the doc real talk

Yoongi's hands were on your breasts while your hips smacked down on his. His cock buried deeply in your cunt. Your moans and his pants filling the car,¨You feel so good¨ Yoongi moaned out, his fingers pulling your nipples slightly, this sudden pleasure made your hips slow down the rhythm,¨Continue¨ Yoongi chuckled, lightly slapping your ass.

You shook your head,¨I can't, it feels too good¨ You whimpered

Suddenly Yoongi wrapped his hands around your waist tightly gripping it, he brought his legs up and planted them on the couch seat, the new position making his cock reach a new place that had you shiver, Yoongi looked up at you and smiled, you were about to smile when he suddenly thirst his hips up at a rapid past making you scream,¨Oh god¨

Your hands went to reach his shoulder while he fucked you hard and fast,¨Thats my girl¨ He smriked at the way you disolved on his cock, your mind going fuzzy from the pleasure.

Hobi:

Mm don't stop until you finish

So bad feels like I'm sinning

So God please forgive me

For what I'm 'bout to do

Treat me like your object

Please baby don't stop it

You say no, I say yes

The best I ever had

Hobi´s hand went to reach for your neck, his cock drilling your cunt at a fast pace. Your legs were wrapped around his waist while your hands gripped the bed sheets,``Your my slut¨Hobi groaned out, biting your earlobe lightly. You were too into the feeling of his cock inside your wet cunt you didn't answer until a smack to your thigh brought you back,¨Answer¨ He grunted, his grip going a little tight.

You nodded desperately,¨Yes I´m yours¨ He smiled at your answer, his hips slapping against yours,¨Harder please¨

Hobi furrowed his brows,¨No-¨

¨Please I need it¨ You whimpered desperately.

Hobi sat up on his knees to have more control of his movements and pulled you closer to him. The back of your thighs hitting the front of his, you insticly wrapped your legs around you as he began to rock his hips even faster,¨You like that right?¨ He laughed at your reaction, the new position hitting a new area,his hand went back to your neck gripping a little tighter,¨Mine¨ He groaned, smacking his hips against you.

Jin:

And I've been waiting for my minute girl

I'm going straight to dessert no dinner girl

And in the couple hours I ain't even finish girl

And Imma keep the property as long as you let me hit it girl

Bet they don't know that you a sinner girl

You couldn't see anything or move your hands, you had to trust your boyfriend who decided to tie you up and blindfold you. You felt the bed sink slightly indicating your boyfriend was back. He seemed to be shaking something,¨Bring your legs up baby¨ He instructed.

You listened, opening your legs for him, he moved in between your legs. His lips hovering over your inner thighs, your breathing getting heavier. That's when you felt something slightly cold meeting your wet cunt, the can of the substance made it slip down to onto the sheets, once your nose had a whiff you realized it was whipped cream, Jin´s puffy lips going to attack your clit slurping up the whipped cream,¨Oh my god¨ You moaned out

Jin's tongue slid between your sweet folds, up to your clit sucking on the nub,¨You taste so good baby. He moaned into you, you cried out in pleasure as his tongue continued to clean you up. He added two fingers to your cunt while his lips sucked your clit harder,¨My favorite dessert¨ He whispered.

Jimin:

Keep my property private

Between me and you, they ain't gotta know what we do

Keep my property private

Don't want them all up in my business, affecting my business

Keep my property private

¨I need you now Jimin¨ You shutted the door to his hotel room.

Next thing you knew you were pressed up against a wall while Jimin slid down to his knees for you,¨Imagine if your fans knew how dirty you were y/n¨He smirked up at you. Your hand went to your breast, throwing your head back at his dirty words,¨Look at me when I'm talking to you¨ He slapped your cunt, your clit vibrating in pleasure.

¨No Jimin, please do something¨ You cried out

He nodded,¨Of course my dirty girl¨ He grabbed your leg and brought it up to his shoulder, your cunt directly on his face now, he lightly blew air on your clit. You bit your lip hard,¨Don't be shy¨ He teased. His tongue diving into your folds, your hands went down to his hair, slightly pulling on it.

The tugging turned him on, he began to moan into your cunt, adding vibrations to everything, the pleasure becoming overwhelming,¨You can do it baby¨ He smiled when he heard all your whimpering.

Tae:

Your heart driving me safe, wanna feel safe

But keep my property private

Gotta maintain that squeaky clean image

While I'm riding around and I'm getting it

You were sitting on the´slap, your body facing the camera in front of you. Tae began to move your hair to the side to have more access when kissing your neck,üWhat if everyone knew your dirty secret y/n?¨ He asked, his mouth sucking your sensitive part of your neck, you let out quiet moans,¨that the perfect goody two shoes is in here with me?¨

His hand began to travel under your shirt and gripped your bra,¨Tae¨ You moaned, throwing your head back on his shoulder, giving him more access to do anything he wanted to you.

He smirked as he continued his attack on your neck,¨Don't worry baby, it's just you and me¨ His hand pulling your bra up to have more access to your breast, his fingers rolling your nipple. You began to moan.

Tae continued this teasing for a bit longer and you began to grow unpaicent,¨Tae please just fuck me¨ You gasped out

He chuckled,¨Of course baby¨

Jungkook:

The boy got so much dirt on me

I swear if he was the sex police

They could lock a bitch up for the century

This boy got so much dirt on me

I swear if he told a soul, where could I go?

¨Are you serious?¨ You rolled your eyes when you saw Jungkook, you went to turn around but he pulled you to a lonely corner of the party,¨Let me go!¨ You raised your voice but in reality you wanted him to fuck you hard.

Jungkook gripped your wrist with his hand and pinned them above your head, his knee forcing itself between your legs,¨Why haven't you called?¨ He asked, his lips hovering over your ear

¨I've been busy¨ You lied

He began to raise his knee a bit to your wet cunt,¨I know you need me y/n¨ He whispered in your ear,¨or did you forget everything we've done?¨ He asked

His cold hand went down your pants to rub circles on your clit, your mind losing itself,¨Kook… please¨ You whimpered, and a little afraid of being caught.

His body pressed against you, hiding a bit of what was going on, the closeness making his hand go harder on your clit, you threw your head back in pleasure,¨I've missed you¨ He threw puppy eyes down at you, those eyes making you melt,¨I need you¨ His fingers slipping in you as his thumb continued to rub fast circles on your clit.

¨God i've missed you too¨ You moaned out in pleasure, not caring about anything anymore.

precious baby

BTS reaction Maknae line: you being cuddly / clingy

a/n: soooo, im so hype, erryone love my hyung line of this...also!help me write for these guys better, tell me how I can write better, thanks boo

warnings: swearing,, lowercase is intentional, my weird-ass wording and weird “slang” I use (just don’t mind me, yo), and a meme reference, sorry not sorry

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drum roll please… presenting….

…. BTS Maknae Line reaction: you being cuddle / clingy 

J I M I N

bitchhhhh this gif makes me weak

you were waiting at the dorm for Jimin to get home, it was your scheduled movie night, that included the rest of Bangtan… sometimes…

he was supposed to be here 45 minutes ago. it doesn’t bother you as much as it did in the beginning of your relationship, you’ve seen first hand how hard he works and how often he can overwork himself, thus the reason this Friday-night-move-night was created, to get his the relax a lil bit.

you almost done with practice bby?

yes, we’re on our way home, why?

I just want to cuddle and watch movies with you.

ahhhh cute, y/n

I try 👌🏾

the little read symbol popped up and you set your phone on the couch cushion and decided to pop some popcorn and prepare all your favorite movie night snacks.

not even ten minutes after the popcorn stopped popping the bois, sorry, boys stagger one by one into the dorm shouting their various greetings at you and heading to shower.

Jimin finds his was into the kitchen in search of you. before he can wrap his arms around your waist you catapult yourself into his arms,

“ahh, babe, careful!” he laughs at your enthusiasm and secures your legs around his waist and a strong hand on your back and looks up into your smiling eyes.

“I missed you.”

“you saw me eight hours ago, silly,” he says with a twinkle in his eyes as he gives you one last squeeze and sets you down.

“I know but….” you attempt to form a response.

“how about we make up for lost time,” he smirks at you and tugs you into him by your waist, his hit breath hitting your neck, “forget the movie, I need to eat you up, jagi.”

“Chim..” you breathe as his lips attack your sweet spot, his hands wandering up from your side to brush the sides on your breasts through your tank top.

“I love popcorn, smells so good, I’m hype - I don’t know ‘bout you, hyung, but I’m ready for some mother fu-” Namjoon covers Tae’s mouth before he could curse and the two of them enter the kitchen, causing you and Jimin to jump away from each other.

Namjoon, of course, was obvious to what the two of you were doing, but Tae eyed they two of you suspiciously, but quickly ditched his sneaking suspicion for the bowl of popcorn wait on the counter.

… 

After everybody had showered, the movie started. It was Jungkook’s turn to pick the movie and tonight it was Furious 7. every time it was his turn to pick the movie he picked the next Fast and Furious movie, wanting, ultimately, to watch all eight.

you were cuddled up to Jimin, he now wore the Blue and White striped shirt. he knows, he fucking knows, what his cute lil sweater paws do to you. he knows they can make a bitch melt.

you almost squeal as he wraps an arm around your shoulder letting you cuddle into his warm side.

his hand starts to rub your arm ever so soothingly. you absolutely melt - as predicted - into his loving embrace. 

you admire his dazzling, no not just dazzling, beautiful, elegant features, and you ponder, of just a moment, how you got so goddamn lucky to snach yourself such a snack like him.

your eyes lock back on the screen, not wanting to test your luck with being caught so openly staring at him - cause shit, that’d be embarrassing.

he looks down at you, your (eye color) eyes locked on the screen. as he admires your features, he wonders the same thing you pondered just a few seconds ago about him, except he wondered it about you - his amazing girlfriend, and hopefully wife… if he got lucky.

T A E H Y U N G 

“dude! just shoot him!” Taehyung yells into the microphone on his headset at Jungkook.

Taehyung was over at your apartment playing Overwatch with Jungkook. you may be asking, “y/n, why do you have Overwatch at your apartment? do you play?”

well, your adorable boyfriend had insisted you have a PlayStation at your house so he could just bring his disk to play at your place. when you tried your damnedest to protest he just shushed you and insisted it was mandatory.

back to the current situation.

Taehyung was very focused on his game, not that you minded, he was still doing what you had asked for an hour ago…

will you come over?

sure! i’ll cum over 🍆🍆👅👀🙈😳

tae!

fine fine, yes i’ll come over, boo

🖕🏾❤️

that’s the story of how Taetae ended up on your couch yelling at Jungkook.

you were straddling him with your arms loosely wrapped around his neck, you hand resting on the back of the couch looking at your Instagram feed with your eyes peeking out of Tae’s neck. 

Tae held back his shouts of protest as his and Jungkook’s team were loosing, buuut,,, he could not hold back the shout of “no!” as he was killed by a player on the opposing team.

you giggled at his antics as you like one of Namjoon’s pictures. 

this continued like this for the next half hour until you became bored of your feed and slowly became more fidgety on his lap.

Tae, the sweetie that he is, felt your shift in focus as he heard the click of your phone being locked and felt you burry your face deeper into the crook of his neck and felt your eyelashes tickle his skin as your eyes flutter shut.

he brought his hand to rub at your back in slow circles as he came to a loading screen on his game.

his hands soon left your sweater-clad back and returned to the controller to continue the game.  

your breathing had synced not long after getting on his lap, you hadn’t realized how relaxing it was until you felt your eyes sting with exhaustion when attempting to keep them open and alert.

you tried so hard to stay awake and savor this precious cuddle time with your favorite man, but sleep had already laced it’s hand with your’s and was tugging you along further and further until your eyes shut completely and you were once again curled up and asleep in Tae’s warm embrace.

Tae encircled his arms around you after turning off the console. he felt your deep, even breaths as your chest rose and fell against his own.

he kisses the side of your head and relaxes into the back of the couch and turns off the lamp sitting on the table next to the couch. he closes his eyes and just lets thoughts come and go, floating freely in the vast, intelligent space of his mind.

he smiled to himself, thinking to himself of how luck he was to have at you

J U N G K O O K 

you watched Jungkook and the rest of the boys preform Go

you couldn’t help but think to your self how good your Kookie looked in his multicolored jumper, he looked like a mother fucking snacc if you’d ever seen one, better than tide pods, jk jkjkjk lmaooo. but like, he also looked like the cutest bunny ever and you couldn’t decide which one he looked like more. 

a couple of hours later when you knew he and the others would be on their way to the dorms, you texted him.

heyyyy, BunBun?

yes, noona?

will you come over? I wanna cuddle…

yessss, I missed you so much! I was waiting for you to text meeee

read 10:34

you were on the edge of your seat as you awaited his return. 

you waited forever, time dragged on and on, you felt your eyes droop with sleep, how long had it been? you texted Kook hours ago…

you look at the clock mounted on the wall,

10:37

…what the actual hell, you texted him three minutes ago.

“to hell with this,” you mumble to yourself as you got up to shower and go through you nightly routine.

…

after you shower, you shift through your pantie drawer only to stumble upon a couple of unopened sheet mask you had never used.

biiiitch, a hoe ‘bout to treat herself, you think as you through on some panties and one of Junkook’s white t-shirts on.

you were just laying your blanket on the back of the couch when there was a knock at the door.

Jungkook

you fling the door open to reveal a smiling Bunny, you through yourself into his arms. he chuckled at you and slowly walks the two of you into your apartment and shuts the door. 

you pull back to greet him but he beats you to it.

“the hell is on your face?”

“a sheet mask, it’s good for the skin. but you aren’t here for a skin care routine, you are here for quality y/n and Jungkook time.”

“sounds like the dream to me.”

he’s still looking at your face in puzzlement when you got a brilliant idea.

“Kookie?” “yes, my love?” “can I try something?”

…

it was five minutes later and your and Jungkook were sitting on your bed looking at each other with baby blue face masks adorning your faces with your phone timer for fifteen minutes sitting on the bed in-between the two of you.

“this is boring.”

“this is fun!” you both say at the same time, you with enthusiasm. 

“ugh, Jungkook! it’ll be over in ten minutes and then we cuddle.”

…

Jungkook hand fallen asleep a little bit ago, his breathing now deep and relaxed, you on the other hand couldn’t fall asleep just yet, the feeling of him in such close proximity was making you giddy with love. 

goddamn, you thought, Jungkook is one hell of a catch

life’s sweetest moments

pairing: (bts) ot7 x reader

word count: 2.0k

warnings: swearing, probs shitty grammar, THE TERM BITCH IS USED ENDEARINGLY and if that triggers you, sorry,, my friends and I do that so its a habit, plus I think it’s cute....

a/n: ya girl been seein Black-haired Bangtan™️,,, and ya girl has been VERY triggered, they lookin like snaccs,,,, I was also inspired by @hepataetis ‘s jiae’s ot7 head cannons which were *kisses fingertips* beautiful. also... sorry bitches I been GONE I feel soooo bad, dude. this blog has been a desert, I been so gone and I got zeRO excuses. sorry b

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▫️game night▫️

“boy you needa stop, yo fine ass is cheating so hard right now,” you exclaim as you shield your cards away from Taehyung’s prying eyes.

“bitch! what about him!” Tae exclaims and points at Jungkook accusingly.

you whip your head around in just enough time to see Jungkook quickly look away from your cards which were angled towards him in an attempt to hide them from the original cheater.

“DUDE! what the fuck? you were supposed to NOT cheat on me!” you pout at kookie with a stink eye.

“Woah! whose cheating on our little angel?” Hobi asks as he comes back into the room with Yoongi in tow, caring a large red bowl of popcorn for the six other residents on the floor of the dorm’s living room.

“hey, I thought I was the little angel!” Jimin huffs from the other side of the circle the eight of you had formed.

“you are, baby, the cutest angel we’ve ever seen,” Namjoon smiles at Jimin and pinches his cheek affectionately.

"what about me? what am I, chopped liver?” you joke winking at Jimin, who smiles at you shyly after your wink.

“you’re our little girl.”

your head shoots up at the response. Tae smirks at you as he brings his hand up to brush a lock of hair behind your ear. He leans down and kisses the shell of your ear, hot, wet pants leaving his mouth as he smirked against your ear.

“yah! Tae stop it, this is family friendly game night. does someone need to be put in-between the two of you?” Jin smiled at the two of you, seriousness creeping into his tone. he may or may not have been a little serious at separating the two of you.

once everyone settled down, it was Yoongi’s turn to go. 

“I believe I know who did it, it was the yellow guy-”

“his name is Colonel Mustard.”

“get the fuck outta here, Kook. the murder was Colonel Mustard with the candle stick, in the mother fucking bathroom.” Yoongi pulled out the three cards that were placed in the little yellow confidential folder at the start of the game. he looks at the cards and proceeded to flick them across the room victoriously as he got up and danced his adorable little victory dance.

“damn, I was about to guess the same thing.”

“that’s too bad, babe. ya snooze, ya snooze, Hobi.”

you giggled as Yooni continued to shake around and taunt the others.

you love game night. correction, you love your boys.

▫️soft mornings▫️

your eyes flutter open to see Namjoon beside you still blissfully asleep, his eyes moving behind his eyelids, his eyelashes brushing his cheekbones softly.

the harsh morning rays of the sun filter through the curtains and bathe the room in a soft golden glow. the sunlight makes Namjoon’s skin glow as you admire him through sleepy eyes. 

you raise your hand to lightly brush the hair that had fallen into Namjoon’s eyes. as you rake your hands through his black locks, his eyes flutter open to meet your adoring eyes.

“g’ ‘morning,” he croaks in his husk morning voice.

“a good morning it is,” you smile at the beautiful man in front of you.

you lift your head off the pillow just enough to look around the room in search for the other boy who should be in bed with the two of you as well. but alas, Taehyung is nowhere to be seen. 

the sound of socks sliding then stumbling on the hardwood floor outside in the hallway turn your attention to the door before Jungkoook, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jin are in the doorway, looking quite disheveled.

Jucgkook’s face light up at the sight of you and Namjoon cuddled up together under the duvet. his smile turns into a smirk as an evil plan formulates in his head.

Jungkook and Taehying smile at each other as they join hands and run creep towards the bed.

“no, don’t, c’mon, its like nine in the morning,” you whine as you realize what the two are up to.

Tae’s boxy smile appears along with Kookie’s bunny smile as they dash to the warm bed in which you reside. the two children men giggle as they jump onto the bed and on to you and Namjoon.

Namjoon smiles sleepily at Jungkook as he wraps an arm around the maknae’s waist after he fell atop the rapper.

Taehyung flashes you his adorable boxy smile as he looks into your eyes that makes you absolutely melt into the bedsheets. you wrap your unoccupied left arm around his neck as his head falls into the crook of your neck and giggles.

Hoseok grins at their antics and spring into the middle of the small dog pile on the soft sheets of the bed. Hobi wiggles himself in between yourself and Namjoon, a very difficult task if I must say. He lays himself on his back as he looks up at Jungkook and Taehyung.

“aish, you guys are too cute.”

the five of you turn your heads towards the voice coming from the doorway. 

Seokjin is standing there in a large, soft pastel pink sweatshirt with handsome embroidered on the left breast accompanied by a small rose. you had gotten it for him for his birthday two years ago. despite it’s two year- and counting- lifespan, it was still in pristine condition thanks to Jin’s delicate care whilst washing it. 

he smiles gently at the sight in front of him, he couldn’t stop grinning if he wanted to.

“breakfast is almost ready, you guys are the last to get up,” Jin winks a the two of you, well aware of the activities that happened in this room last night between you, Namjoon, and Tae. he’s well aware that himself and Jeon did just the same thing in the latter’s bedroom. 

“even Yoongi-hyung is up before you guys,” Hoseok lifts his head up from where it resides in your neck to beam up at you with adoring, sparkling eyes.

Seokjin saunters towards the pile of limbs on the bed and lightly shakes Kooke’s and Tae’s legs, compelling them to get up. the two boys reluctantly untangle themselves from yourself and Namjoon, followed by Hoseok. 

the trio practically bounce of the room, excitement running through their veins at the anticipation of the breakfast Seokjin has prepared for the eight residents in the dorm.

Seokjin sits down beside you on the bed, leans over you, and kisses Namjoon on the forehead and brushes the hair out of his eyes, a product of Jungkook’s playing and messing with it when they were cuddled on top of each other just moments ago. 

Jin then leans down and kisses your forehead and brushes a stray hair behind your ear.

“the others are waiting for you in the kitchen, my loves.”

▫️the arcade ▫️

“we promise we’ll be good! best behavior, we swear it. just, please can we go?” Hoseok pleads with you. the dancer has been itching to play skii-ball and pac-man for what seems like ages. he does not plan on letting up on you anytime in the near future. 

you look up from your book and into Hoseok’s eyes. he's kneeling infront of you with big pleading eyes, eyebrows furrowed with the pout painted on his face. 

you close your eyes and let out a sigh of defeat.

once the sound enters Hobi’s ears, he leaps to his feet and shouts out in victory. this causes a few heads to pop up and broad smiles to spread across the faces of the rest of the boys’ faces. 

“don't get excited too fast, boys,” you say as you shut your book and rise to your feet.

shoulders slump as disappointed sighs and annoyed groans fill the room.

“you seven have to be on your absolute best behavior. I will not be scolded again by Bang for your rowdy behavior like last time. the world is your playground, but sometimes that playground is in public and around other people and have rules about wearing shoes,” you look pointedly at Taehyung, “just pinky swear you bunch will be on your best behavior.”

the boys light up at your statement. shouts of agreement fly out of the hyper boys’ mouths.

Hobi surges forward and swoops you into his arms and swings you around as he giggles in excitement. you smile fondly at his actions, your slight annoyance melting away at the sight of his happiness.

the rest of the boys follow the dancer’s lead and form a group hug around you and bask in the love.

“hyung, come join, we wanna hug you too!” Jungkook exclaims. 

heads turn to look at Yoongi who was hovering around the back of a chair, unsure if he wanted to join the love fest happening in the middle of the living room. 

hearing Kookie call out to him, a small smile forms on his lips as he feels himself go soft, though he would  deny it ever happened if confronted. he saunters towards the seven of you laughing at the cheers everyone lets out.

. : .

things go smoothly at the arcade, much to your surprise. you’ve been at Dave and Busters for about an hour and you’ve decided to take a break and sit at the booth that Tae nicknames home base, cause we’ll comeback here for our food and more money for coins and it’s where we’ll be together, just like our real home!

you’re scrolling on your instagram feed for the time being, you were in dire need of a break from six consecutive rounds of skii-ball with Hobi. 

Yoongi slides in the booth beside you. you look up at him and he smiles down at you. you lean up and slowly mold your lips to his. the kiss is slow as the two of you pour your love into the kiss. you swipe your tongue across his bottom lip affectionately and pull away with a smile. 

he smirks down at you and pulls you closer to his side, his warmth seeping into you, his scent engulfs your senses and lulls you into a relaxed state. 

a few minutes later, the rest of the boys scramble into the booth, their energy giddy with happiness and excitement.  

“have you boys been having fun?” you ask, already knowing the answer from the smiles on their faces.

their smiles grow wider, if that was even possible. the maknae line giggle and scoot closer to each other, smiles so wide their cheeks hurt. they finally look up at you at the same time.

Jungkook and Taehyung glance at Jimin, then at you. Kook nudges Jimin’s side, coaxing him along.

“what are you three hiding?” you eye the trio suspiciously.

“we won you this, noona!” Jimin exclaims as he holds up a small, pink whale plushie. 

you awe and coo over how adorable the three of them are.

“oh, you boys are so sweet, aww, that’s so cute of you guys,” you gush, still glued to Yoongi’s side.

you sit up and lean over the table and accept the plushie from Jimin. you grab his hand in yours before he can retract it and give it a chaste kiss.

Jimin blushes at the praise and sweet kiss with a wide smile.

. : .

as the eight of you eat your meal, you look around the table and smile to yourself. well I'll be damned, these boys are all mine.

-fin-

diet pepsi | jjk

summary. stuck in the rain, jungkook can’t resist the sweetness of your lollipop—or the taste of your lips.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: established relationship au (kind of?), suggestive

word count: 1.4k

content/warnings: oc's a tease & a menace / jk loves it / allusions to car s^x / kissing / making out

notes: inspired by this ask. ik i’ve only written for yoongi on here until now, but i thought that jk fit the request better. as always, asks, reblogs, likes, comments and feedback are so so appreciated! not my best work but i hope you enjoy my loves <3333

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The rain had been falling for hours now, in waves so steady it felt like the whole world had dissolved into a haze of mist and water. Jungkook’s car was the only thing cutting through the fog, its headlights barely illuminating the slick pavement ahead.

The city lights blur in the distance, their neon colours muted by the downpour. Inside, it was warm, quiet, with only the soft hum of the engine and the patter of rain against the windows.

You sit in the passenger seat, the candy on your tongue melting into a slow, sugary sweetness. A lollipop, something you had absentmindedly grabbed from the convenience store before you hit the road. Now, you twirl it between your fingers, occasionally taking it back into your mouth, tasting the sweet tang as you watch the rain race down the window.

Jungkook, next to you, is focused on the road. His grip on the steering wheel is relaxed, the ink across the back of his hand disappearing into the shadows cast across his skin every so often.

His eyes flicker in your direction, catching the movement of the lollipop between your lips. Though the movement is subtle, you don't miss the way his jaw tenses, or how he shifts in his seat ever so slightly. His expression is cool, his face unreadable, but a small smirk teases a corner of your lips.

The soft glow from the dashboard casts shadows across his features, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the slope of his nose, and the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“Can I have a taste?” His voice is smooth, cutting through the low hum of the engine, playful but low enough to send a shiver down your spine.

You glance over at him, brows raised slightly in surprise by the sudden request. You slide the lollipop out from between your lips, holding it out in front of him with a teasing tilt of your head.

His eyes flicker from the road to the candy, then back to you. “That’s not what I meant.”

Your pulse quickens at the subtle undertone in his voice. The suggestiveness lacing his words isn't lost on you, and something about the way the rain made everything outside feel distant and forgotten made the air inside the car feel thick, heavy with an unspoken tension. You plop the lollipop back in your mouth, swirling it around in a deliberately slow manner, before pulling it out again, this time letting your teeth drag lightly across it.

“Oh?” you murmur, turning your body toward him, leaning a little closer. “What did you mean, then?”

Jungkook shoots you a sidelong glance, his lips curving into a small, almost dangerous smile. He doesn’t answer right away, letting the question hang in the air between you, like the lingering fog outside the car. His fingers flexes against the steering wheel, and you watch the way his knuckles whiten as his grip tightens.

Outside, the rain begins to fall harder, each drop splashing against the windshield like tiny explosions. The wipers move faster, thundering from one side to the other, but it only made the scene beyond the glass more distorted, more dreamlike. The city lights turn into glowing streaks, the world outside reduced to a blur of motion and colour.

Inside, it feels as though time has slowed.

“You’re gonna make me crash if you keep that up,” he mutters, his voice thick with something deeper, rougher.

“Am I distracting you, Kook?” you asked, your voice light, but the challenge in it was unmistakable. You blink at him innocently, failing to hide the cocky smile that draws across your lips.

His hand tightens on the wheel for just a second, and you know you have him. His eyes are still locked on the road, but there's something in the way his breath quickens, the way his body shifts, that tells you he's paying more attention to you than he is to the endless stretch of highway in front of him.

Without saying anything, you lean back into your seat, drawing the lollipop slowly into your mouth again, the sticky sweetness spreading across your tongue. You can feel his eyes on you, a quick glance, before they flick back to the road. The air between you crackle with a tension that feels like it might snap at any moment, and you revel in it.

Minutes pass, the rain a constant backdrop, the car a world of its own. Every now and then, Jungkook would exhale sharply, and you’d catch him watching the way your lips moved around the lollipop, the way your mouth worked the candy with deliberate, languid motions. It's a game, one you know you're playing well, and you can feel him slipping.

And then, just as you're about to push him a little further, Jungkook’s hand moves from the steering wheel. He reaches over, his fingers brushing against your thigh, light at first, but firm enough that it sent a jolt of heat through you. His touch is warm, steady, and he gives your leg a gentle squeeze.

“I’m pulling over,” he says, his voice deeper, rougher now, no longer trying to hide the want simmering underneath.

Your heart skips a beat, a thrill running through you as you watch him steer the car toward the side of the road. The rain hasn’t let up, pouring harder now, but it doesn’t seem to matter. The world outside has already disappeared, fading into nothing more than a wet blur, leaving just the two of you.

Jungkook shifts the car into park, the engine still running, headlights casting faint beams through the thick curtain of rain. He leans back in his seat, exhaling slowly, before turning his head to look at you, his gaze dark, heavy with intention.

“You’re trouble, you know that?” he says, his hand still resting on your thigh, his fingers now tracing lazy circles over your skin.

You smile, a small, knowing smile. “You know you love it.”

He doesn't deny your words, and simply watches you for a long moment, as if weighing what to do next. Then, slowly, his hand slides higher, his fingers brushing the hem of your denim skirt, teasing the skin beneath. The warmth of his touch sends a wave of heat coursing through your body, and suddenly the air inside the car feels too thick, too charged.

Jungkook moves his hand up from your thigh to cup your cheek, and you pull the lollipop out of your mouth just before he presses his lips to yours.

His touch is soft at first, the pressure he puts into the kiss feather light. When he pulls back, your eyes remain shut for a few more seconds. He moves his thumb across the apple of your cheek and your eyes flutter open.

In an instant, his lips return to yours with such force that you freeze for a second. He kisses you roughly, refusing to part from you as if you might cease to exist if he does. His mouth is sweet, his breath tinged with hints of mint, and a small sound escapes your throat when he grazes your bottom lip with his teeth.

Goosebumps rise across your skin as his kisses move along the curve of your jaw, his electric touch leaving you breathless.

You pull apart from him only when you're forced to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes dart across your parted lips.

He doesn’t give you much time to recover, his hands slipping back to your waist, pulling you closer again as if he can't stand the distance between you. His kisses trail down your neck, slow and deliberate, each one more intense than the last. His lips graze over the sensitive skin just below your ear, and you can’t help the soft moan that escapes your lips.

He pauses for a second as you stare at him with eyes clouded with desire.

"Fuck," he groans. "Get in the back seat, baby."

diet pepsi | jjk

summary. stuck in the rain, jungkook can’t resist the sweetness of your lollipop—or the taste of your lips.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: established relationship au (kind of?), suggestive

word count: 1.4k

content/warnings: oc's a tease & a menace / jk loves it / allusions to car s^x / kissing / making out

notes: inspired by this ask. ik i’ve only written for yoongi on here until now, but i thought that jk fit the request better. as always, asks, reblogs, likes, comments and feedback are so so appreciated! not my best work but i hope you enjoy my loves <3333

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The rain had been falling for hours now, in waves so steady it felt like the whole world had dissolved into a haze of mist and water. Jungkook’s car was the only thing cutting through the fog, its headlights barely illuminating the slick pavement ahead.

The city lights blur in the distance, their neon colours muted by the downpour. Inside, it was warm, quiet, with only the soft hum of the engine and the patter of rain against the windows.

You sit in the passenger seat, the candy on your tongue melting into a slow, sugary sweetness. A lollipop, something you had absentmindedly grabbed from the convenience store before you hit the road. Now, you twirl it between your fingers, occasionally taking it back into your mouth, tasting the sweet tang as you watch the rain race down the window.

Jungkook, next to you, is focused on the road. His grip on the steering wheel is relaxed, the ink across the back of his hand disappearing into the shadows cast across his skin every so often.

His eyes flicker in your direction, catching the movement of the lollipop between your lips. Though the movement is subtle, you don't miss the way his jaw tenses, or how he shifts in his seat ever so slightly. His expression is cool, his face unreadable, but a small smirk teases a corner of your lips.

The soft glow from the dashboard casts shadows across his features, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the slope of his nose, and the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“Can I have a taste?” His voice is smooth, cutting through the low hum of the engine, playful but low enough to send a shiver down your spine.

You glance over at him, brows raised slightly in surprise by the sudden request. You slide the lollipop out from between your lips, holding it out in front of him with a teasing tilt of your head.

His eyes flicker from the road to the candy, then back to you. “That’s not what I meant.”

Your pulse quickens at the subtle undertone in his voice. The suggestiveness lacing his words isn't lost on you, and something about the way the rain made everything outside feel distant and forgotten made the air inside the car feel thick, heavy with an unspoken tension. You plop the lollipop back in your mouth, swirling it around in a deliberately slow manner, before pulling it out again, this time letting your teeth drag lightly across it.

“Oh?” you murmur, turning your body toward him, leaning a little closer. “What did you mean, then?”

Jungkook shoots you a sidelong glance, his lips curving into a small, almost dangerous smile. He doesn’t answer right away, letting the question hang in the air between you, like the lingering fog outside the car. His fingers flexes against the steering wheel, and you watch the way his knuckles whiten as his grip tightens.

Outside, the rain begins to fall harder, each drop splashing against the windshield like tiny explosions. The wipers move faster, thundering from one side to the other, but it only made the scene beyond the glass more distorted, more dreamlike. The city lights turn into glowing streaks, the world outside reduced to a blur of motion and colour.

Inside, it feels as though time has slowed.

“You’re gonna make me crash if you keep that up,” he mutters, his voice thick with something deeper, rougher.

“Am I distracting you, Kook?” you asked, your voice light, but the challenge in it was unmistakable. You blink at him innocently, failing to hide the cocky smile that draws across your lips.

His hand tightens on the wheel for just a second, and you know you have him. His eyes are still locked on the road, but there's something in the way his breath quickens, the way his body shifts, that tells you he's paying more attention to you than he is to the endless stretch of highway in front of him.

Without saying anything, you lean back into your seat, drawing the lollipop slowly into your mouth again, the sticky sweetness spreading across your tongue. You can feel his eyes on you, a quick glance, before they flick back to the road. The air between you crackle with a tension that feels like it might snap at any moment, and you revel in it.

Minutes pass, the rain a constant backdrop, the car a world of its own. Every now and then, Jungkook would exhale sharply, and you’d catch him watching the way your lips moved around the lollipop, the way your mouth worked the candy with deliberate, languid motions. It's a game, one you know you're playing well, and you can feel him slipping.

And then, just as you're about to push him a little further, Jungkook’s hand moves from the steering wheel. He reaches over, his fingers brushing against your thigh, light at first, but firm enough that it sent a jolt of heat through you. His touch is warm, steady, and he gives your leg a gentle squeeze.

“I’m pulling over,” he says, his voice deeper, rougher now, no longer trying to hide the want simmering underneath.

Your heart skips a beat, a thrill running through you as you watch him steer the car toward the side of the road. The rain hasn’t let up, pouring harder now, but it doesn’t seem to matter. The world outside has already disappeared, fading into nothing more than a wet blur, leaving just the two of you.

Jungkook shifts the car into park, the engine still running, headlights casting faint beams through the thick curtain of rain. He leans back in his seat, exhaling slowly, before turning his head to look at you, his gaze dark, heavy with intention.

“You’re trouble, you know that?” he says, his hand still resting on your thigh, his fingers now tracing lazy circles over your skin.

You smile, a small, knowing smile. “You know you love it.”

He doesn't deny your words, and simply watches you for a long moment, as if weighing what to do next. Then, slowly, his hand slides higher, his fingers brushing the hem of your denim skirt, teasing the skin beneath. The warmth of his touch sends a wave of heat coursing through your body, and suddenly the air inside the car feels too thick, too charged.

Jungkook moves his hand up from your thigh to cup your cheek, and you pull the lollipop out of your mouth just before he presses his lips to yours.

His touch is soft at first, the pressure he puts into the kiss feather light. When he pulls back, your eyes remain shut for a few more seconds. He moves his thumb across the apple of your cheek and your eyes flutter open.

In an instant, his lips return to yours with such force that you freeze for a second. He kisses you roughly, refusing to part from you as if you might cease to exist if he does. His mouth is sweet, his breath tinged with hints of mint, and a small sound escapes your throat when he grazes your bottom lip with his teeth.

Goosebumps rise across your skin as his kisses move along the curve of your jaw, his electric touch leaving you breathless.

You pull apart from him only when you're forced to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes dart across your parted lips.

He doesn’t give you much time to recover, his hands slipping back to your waist, pulling you closer again as if he can't stand the distance between you. His kisses trail down your neck, slow and deliberate, each one more intense than the last. His lips graze over the sensitive skin just below your ear, and you can’t help the soft moan that escapes your lips.

He pauses for a second as you stare at him with eyes clouded with desire.

"Fuck," he groans. "Get in the back seat, baby."

"Jungkook is always plagued with guilt when he has to leave you for a business trip. His anxiety that you might be angry at him for not being present is especially high this time around and only your safe embrace can help him calm down."

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, mild Hurt & Comfort, Smut

Warnings: Jungkook is anxious, stressed & guilty, he cries, she is so comforting, hugs and kisses, needy sex, sloppy mutual masturbation, handjob, pussy fingering, penetrative sex facing each other, until he pushes her to her back and fucks her missionary, strength & muscle kink, he is so passionate and rough in missionary, I don't think that there are distinctive roles in this, I guess you can call it Top!Jungkook with a Mommy kink, she calls him Bunny at first before he fucks her to the state where she can only call him by his name, dirty talk, sensory deprivation in the sense that they fuck in complete darkness, they're so so desperate for each other, tears because it's so good, multiple orgasms for her, creampies, cockwarming as aftercare, with cuddles and kisses <3, they're fucking soulmates

Wordcount: 5.3k

a/n: i wrote this after kook's solo concert because he did it to me. i also reread THE angst chapter of aaol and i think this influenced me as well. i really want my kookie back

The plane wasn’t supposed to land this late. The plans were all ruined. 

Jungkook scans his eyes over the kitchen. Empty. Clean. He abandons his suitcase by the stairs leading up and walks to the fridge. He opens it. His heart stings. The plans were all ruined. He wasn’t supposed to come home this late. You made dinner for him. The prettily plated food is still on its original plate for him. You put a glass bowl over it to keep it fresh. 

“Fuck”, Jungkook presses out and closes the fridge. He feels so fucking guilty that he wants to throw up. He should have been there. He should have eaten your food and talked to you during dinner. He should have fucking been there.

You knew that he wouldn’t come home. He was aware that his text came way too late, but he still had hoped that you hadn’t started cooking yet. Of course you had. 

It has been longer than a month since he last was in Seoul and you always cook the grandest things as a welcome home surprise. Jungkook doesn’t expect you to cook, you do it because you want to. Which makes him feel all the shittier right now. He wasn’t there to appreciate it. He had one job - the most important job of all - and he fucking failed you.

Jungkook walks back to his suitcase and lifts it. He will carry it upstairs and then do the laundry tomorrow. He can’t be bothered tonight. It’s already too late. He already wasted too much time being his shitty CEO self.

The dressing room is empty and clean. It faintly smells like lavender in here. He knows it’s because you cleaned this room recently. Jungkook discards the suitcase by the dresser and leaves the room.

He takes a shower in the upstairs bathroom. He didn’t want to go downstairs yet. He is a little scared to do so. He shouldn’t have arrived so late. He is scared of your reaction. He gets so sad when you are disappointed in him. He hasn’t decided yet whether it’s his anxiety disorder talking or the truth, but he thinks that you will be angry at him.

He is angry at himself. He’s a fucking shithead of a husband. That’s what he fucking is. 

Jungkook manages not to cry in the shower even if he really wanted to. His feelings are eating him up alive. He feels so stressed. So tired. So exhausted. Work has been hell. And the fact that it was in a country he barely knew the language of and he had to be without you made it even worse. He feels so drained. 

The shower doesn’t help. It cleans him, nothing more. Jungkook doesn’t put on clothes and leaves for downstairs. He uses the never ending city lights as his guidance. The wind carries the distant purring of the traffic to the windows. The slightly higher pitched pitter patter of his naked feet on marble floor is loud in comparison. The sound stops in sync with Jungkook stopping in front of the bedroom door. 

His hand is shaking. He has to hold it to calm down. He is so scared. You will be so disappointed with him. He wouldn’t even be surprised if you told him to sleep on the couch tonight. You never did so before, but things can change. One month is awfully long and he left you hanging today. He wouldn’t blame you if you sent him away. 

Jungkook takes a shaky breath for courage and steps inside. The room smells like home. Jungkook feels his throat tighten in emotion. This is what home smells like. And he was too late for it. He swallows down his tears and tries to walk it off.

The electric blinds are closed all the way, putting the room into complete darkness. Jungkook uses the light of his phone screen to tiptoe to the bathroom. He still needs to brush his teeth. He does so using his phone’s flashlight as the only light source. He didn’t want to turn on the big lights and risk waking you. Or maybe he didn’t want to look into his own eyes. He can’t bear to face himself tonight.

Jungkook leaves the bathroom door open and tiptoes to the bed. His phone screen gives off enough light that he can see you once he arrives by the bedside. 

You are turned to his side, resting your hand on his blanket. Your cheek is squished as you are sleeping halfway on your stomach. Your lips are parted as soft breaths leave you. Jungkook looks back at your hand resting on his side and gulps down the painful lump in his throat. You shouldn’t have had to fall asleep alone tonight. You shouldn’t have had only his memory to hold.

Jungkook picks up your hand so he could slip under the covers. You react to the gentle nudge with a hum.

“Mhm”, you let out and roll over, now showing off your back.

Jungkook is aware that you didn’t do it on purpose, but it feels like it. You turned your back to him and it’s his own fault. 

Jungkook tugs the blanket under his arm and touches your back. Up and down. Up and down. He feels you breathe. Your warmth is so familiar to him. He missed it so much. 

He missed you so much.

His eyes start burning.

“I’m sorry”, he whispers shakily and turns his back to you. He can’t face you anymore. It hurts so much. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries not to cry. 

The sheets ruffle as you move around again. Jungkook doesn’t feel the movement because you and he have separate mattresses and separate blankets to get the best sleep ever. You shared a mattress and blanket at first, but decided to upgrade your bed a year ago. Jungkook likes his mattress firm and his blanket thin, while you love to have a softer mattress and your blanket to be thick. And the little mattress movements as one of you rolled around or the blanket wars which once managed to wake you are gone as well. Changing one mattress and blanket for two was the best decision ever. You and he sleep like royalty these days.

Jungkook hears the sheets ruffle as you move around and then the sound of a hand sliding over soft sheets. Warmth touches his back. He tenses up, stays silent. You draw paths along his back, feeling him up. Seeing him. Just like he did all those years ago when you were still masked soulmates aching to be together. It became a little thing between you and him to trace the other in darkness as to make out if it was your other half. You became so good at it these days.

Your touch dances up to the nape of his neck after exploring his upper back. Jungkook shivers and aches to lean into your touch. He is scared to do so now. He already waited for too long to speak up. You’ll know that he is intentionally acting asleep to avoid talking to you.

You close the distance, taking him into your arms to pull him against your chest. You are propped up on your elbow, using the position to nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck so you could kiss him.  

Jungkook exhales shakily, releasing all of his tension with a tremble. This just broke him. To be cradled and kissed. It broke him.

“Are you awake?” you whisper softly. The words swirl against his neck.

He nods his head.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

He hesitates. Should he be truthful? Will you be hurt if he was? 

He shakes his head. He can’t lie to you. Not like this. Not when you hold him so safely. Not when you have broken him with your embrace. 

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“I’m sorry”, he presses out and sobs softly.

“Hey”, you gasp, straightening up, “hey, are you crying? What’s wrong?” you babble and roll him to his back so you could cradle his cheeks. You wipe his tears away, keeping close by resting your chest against his’, “what’s wrong, Bunny?” 

“I’m sorry for tonight. I’m so sorry for being late and, and not showing up. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“It’s okay, hey it’s okay. It wasn’t your fault. The flight was delayed. You couldn’t have known.”

“I saw the food”, he confesses and squeaks sadly, “I didn’t show up, I’m so sorry. I should have texted sooner, I should have-”

“How could you have texted me sooner if you didn’t even know that the flight would be delayed?” 

Jungkook falters. He sniffles repeatedly, taking sharp gasps for air to regulate his breathing. What you say makes sense to him. He didn’t even think of it yet, despite it being the most logical explanation. So it was his anxiety disorder kicking in. 

You caress his left cheek while your right hand guides your pointer finger up and down along the bridge of his nose. You call this touch your magic touch because there is some sort of magic in it to calm down any sort of anxiety Jungkook experiences. Jungkook flutters his eyes closed and sighs as comfort overtakes him.

“Now tell me how you should have texted me sooner, mhm?” you ask in a soft, comforting voice.

“I don’t know”, Jungkook whispers.

“Of course you don’t, it’s impossible. The flight was delayed. It was an unfortunate series of events and not your fault”, you assure him, “unless you intentionally stayed away. Mhm is that it? Did you not wanna see me already, you sneaky Bunny?” you add in a joking tone, making Jungkook giggle.

He shakes his head, “no Mommy, I wanted to see you.”

“Good”, you say in a fond voice and claim his lips in a smooch. 

Jungkook gasps because he hadn’t expected it. The feeling finally seeps into his consciousness. He is kissing you. After thirty three days without you, he is finally kissing you again. Jungkook whimpers and hooks his fingers behind your head, deepening the kiss with trembling lips. He is kissing you again. He is finally realizing that this is happening, that he is back with you. He hooks his arms behind your head and pulls you closer, asking for your taste. You part your lips and meet his begging tongue, while your fingers explore the softness of his hair.

You feel a little dizzy from sleep. You didn’t have the deepest sleep tonight because you knew that Jungkook would come home and you subconsciously refused to find deep sleep. So when Jungkook got into bed, the rustling of his blanket woke you. The pull was instant. You needed to feel him, make sure that he was finally with you again. Your body didn’t expect to be in the current position for such a long time. Your arms are weak and your head is dizzy.

You break the kiss because exhaustion makes you do it.

Jungkook chases you, rolling you and him over so he was the one on top. His right arm rests around you just a little under your breasts, his left hand is cradling your cheek while his right hand is deepening in your hair as best as your texture allows it. He claims your lips in a kiss again, whimpering into it as his body seeks your closeness. Two layers of blanket are keeping you apart. Jungkook doesn’t think, he merely acts and pulls his blanket off of him. Next your blanket. He opens it and slides his arm under it. He takes you softly in his hand and presses you against him at the same time as his body sinks under your blanket. He trembles. It is so warm under your covers and from what he can feel, you are wearing one of his sleep shirts. He grabs a bundle of it and twists, needing you to be so much closer than you already are. 

“Please”, he begs in a shaky voice, tugging at your shirt.

You sit up far enough that you can take off your shirt. You throw it to the side and fall back down.

“Thank you”, Jungkook whimpers and cradles you against his chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and places his right hand on the back of your head to support it for you.

You wrap your arms around him, letting out a sigh you didn’t even know you were holding in. You have him back. This is how your Jungkook hugs. Thirty three days without him are unbearably long. So long in fact that your skin started to unwillingly forget the warmth and softness of him. It comes rushing back again now that you are hugging without barriers.

“___”, Jungkook croaks and presses you closer, “oh god.” 

“I missed you too”, you whisper, burying your hand deep in his hair. You pull him closer. Your breasts squish against his chest, the pressure feels like heaven. It gets easier to breathe and releases you of tension you didn’t even know you possessed. You have your Jungkook back. 

Jungkook feels overwhelmed. He ached for your hug ever since he left. Thirty three days without you were hell. You are his constant in his life. When he comes home from work, you are there, hugging him and talking to him and falling asleep with him. When he leaves for work, you are right by his side, talking to him and kissing his cheek as he drops you off at university. When he has free time, he knows he can spend it with you. You are always there. You are his constant. The person who will always be by his side. The warmth he can always return to. So to go without you for more than a month was hell. 

“I missed you so much”, he confesses. 

“Me too, Bunny. Me too.”

You felt just as lonely without him. Years ago, you wouldn’t have batted an eye at the thought of being along for a month, but Jungkook changed you in the most wonderful of ways. He is your person, the comfort you most look forward to, the home you never want to leave. You have him by your side in the morning and have him back again by the evening. You share the last second of consciousness with him before sleep and share the first right after. And for the last month, you didn’t. You had to live without him and it was agony. 

“Closer”, Jungkook begs, “I wanna be closer.”

“Closer?” 

“Closer please.”

“Lie down on your side.” 

Jungkook obeys, keeping his arms around you. You seek him and slide your hand to his length. You brush your fingers over his tip, eliciting a trembling gasp from him. A small whimper follows. 

“This kind of closer?”

“Yes”, he squeaks and grabs whatever he can of your upper back. 

“I missed this feeling. You’re so soft.”

“I missed you too. Ah please.”

“Kook…”

“Can I-”

“Yes.”

His left hand naturally dances down your body, trying to locate your clit. You drape your leg around him, giving him access. He connects his fingers with your heat, sending electricity through you.

“Holy fuck, I’m sensitive”, you get out and moan. You take his cock and begin jerking it. He grows hard rapidly. Just as you soak his fingers at a rapid speed. You want him. He wants you. Too long you had to go without each other.

“Me too. Ah mhm”, he gets out and buries two of his fingers inside you. 

“Bunny….”

“Mommy…”

You cradle his cheek, rub your thumb over his face and stub his nose with your own. Your hands work desperately between your bodies, the tension is growing embarrassingly fast. 

“Bunny, I missed you so much”, you keen and squeeze your eyes shut. It feels so good. His long fingers are filling you up while his thumb is rubbing circles on your clit. He is so sloppy and needy in his touch, which makes it all the better.

“Me too, Mommy”, Jungkook gets out and whimpers, “oh god.” 

Your hand is fast around his cock. You are calculated on normal days, but not tonight. There is no coordination in how you touch him, just pure and honest desperation. 

“I don’t wanna cum like this”, you croak.

“Close?”

“Yeah, it’s fucking stupid. Fuck”, you slide your hand to his hair so you could twist.

Jungkook moans, tilting his head back all on his own while his pouty lips brush against yours. You kiss without really kissing. Just featherlight touches, tickling moans and traces of your tongues. The tension between you and him becomes unbearable. You clench down on his fingers, feeling his cock throb in your hold.

“Bunny, I need your cock.”

“I need your pussy too, Mommy.”

“Good. Take out your fingers.”

Jungkook obeys, touching your hip instead. Neither of you care about the wet mess he leaves on your skin. It’s just another proof that you and he are finally reconnected again.

“Good boy”, you praise and shimmy down just a little so you can take his cock inside. There is no friction, no struggle, no pain. Just warmth and overwhelming pleasure.

“Holy fuck”, you whisper and push him in deeper. Past your entrance. Your warm walls engulf him.

Jungkook grabs you and accidentally scratches you. He couldn’t help it. He is with you again. No one feels like you. No one does.

“Ah!” the sound bounces off the walls. He trembles and pulls you closer, “Mommy.”

“Bunny.”

“Oh god, I’m home”, he whimpers and starts chasing you. 

Your leg is still around him, his thrusts go so deep like this. You are so filled up with him, so stuffed. You are eye to eye even if the complete darkness prevents you from seeing each other. But you don’t need light to see each other. Not you and not Jungkook. You have your hands and fingertips to see. You started it back in the stuffy sex club room you met in and perfected it over the years in your loving home. You know exactly how he looks right now and in return he knows as well.

“Bunny, oh god, my Jungkookie”, you get out and shake, pulling him closer by his hair. The darkness makes it feel all the more intense as you claim his lips in a passionate tongue kiss. The sounds of it mix with the desperate rutting your hips are doing. The rustling of the sheets is audible as well, as are the needy moans both of you choke out constantly. 

You are hot under the covers. Sweat has formed on the parts where you are pressed together. You pull each other closer regardless, basking in the heat because you had to live without it for far too long. This is the only way to melt with each other.

“I love you”, Jungkook gets out and kisses you again.

“-love- too”, is all you get out between your hungry kisses, but Jungkook knows regardless. Even without words he would know. From your kisses, your embrace and the way your pussy is convulsing around him. Jungkook knows every ridge, every bump, every inch of how you feel inside and being allowed to experience it right now is the only proof of love he needs. He is the man who you allowed to go in raw, even back when you pretended not to care. You claimed him and sealed his sweetest fate. You loved him enough that you wanted to be without barriers and you love him enough that you welcome him home right now.

“You feel so good”, you moan and rut against him before your lips suck on his lower lip needily.

Jungkook whimpers, spilling tears of ecstasy. He fucks into you, feeling his legs shake. He is so high on you.

This is fucking for the sake of reconnecting. This is emotional. Deeply, soul-consumingly emotional. Is it kinky? No. Will either of you last long? No. Will it stay in your minds as one of the most intense nights ever? Yes. Yes it fucking will. This is the kind of desperate, needy, passionate sex you can only have after you have been without each other for a long time. It is dumb. It is raw. It is carnal and it is the only good thing which comes out of having to be without the other. Because no amount of foreplay, kink or fetish will ever get you to the level of starvation than forced distance does.

And you are starving. Oh, you are parched and aching for each other. Jungkook fucks you as hard as he can, while you rut against him as roughly as you can. It results in these deep, fiery thrusts, which fills you with all his cock and in return makes him experience every inch of your pussy. 

You are burning up today. You are hot around him, as if you had a fever. Jungkook can barely breathe because of it, gasping for air between his desperate moaning. And you are soaking wet. Soft too. So soft. Jungkook scratches down your back and pulls you closer. His left hand cups your buttock and stills your hips this way. He pushes. The kiss breaks with your needy moan. You roll to your back just enough that Jungkook can prop himself up on his right elbow and use the angle to finally bottom out. Truly bottom out because the position finally gives him a chance to do so. Your leg is still around him, while the other is under his weight. You can feel his sculpted thigh shift and tense as he fucks you. His thrusts are sloppy and so perfectly uncoordinated that they seem coordinated. The mattress shakes because of it. 

You barely feel it because he is currently fucking the senses out of you. This is the kind of fuck which reminds you why he managed to steal your heart and the proof of why you could never want to leave him. It genuinely fucks every sense of control out of you and turns you into the neediest, wettest pillow princess in existence. Tonight it impacts you especially deeply, leaving you to arch your back and curl your toes.

“Bunny”, you moan embarrassingly high pitched, throwing your head back as best as possible while Jungkook shows off the strength of his hips, “Bunny, oh god. Ah Bunny.” 

“Mommy. So good, ah Mommy”, Jungkook moans and drops his head into the crook of your neck. He pulls you closer until your head rests on his right lower arm and you have his biceps brushing against your nose. The gentle headlock he has you in heals you from aches you didn’t even possess before. You are so safe like this. He smells hot. As if he is burning up.

“Bunny…”

You are burning up yourself, grasping his broad, muscular back as your only connection to sanity. He is making you cum and it’s happening soon.

“Don’t stop, please”, you beg.

“Mommy”, he moans and continues because he won’t ever ignore one of your begs. You don’t beg often, so when you do, Jungkook is overtaken with the need to fulfill your every wish. Which means a lot because he always wants to fulfill your every wish.

“You’re making me cum”, you choke out and sob softly as you hug him against you.

“Holy fuck”, Jungkook gets out and squeezes you strongly as your body falls into the high. You are so tight around him, burning up and throbbing. No wonder you are sobbing. Jungkook has to grit his teeth from how intense your orgasm feels to him and he isn’t even the one experiencing it. And there is one problem right now. He still needs it longer. He doesn’t know if he is holding back because he is greedy for more or if his body is just working this way right now, but he isn’t done even when you are already coming down. He needs more. He wants you longer.

You are soaking his cock, pulsating around him as you slowly recover and it’s fucking messing with him. He needs you. He needs you so bad.

Jungkook uses his strength and rolls you onto your back completely. His cock leaves you for a second, but you barely feel the disconnection as the darkness and your passed high leave you disoriented. Your legs are spread open, giving Jungkook a chance to take his cock and push it inside again.

Now you feel it. Now you’re whole again. You whimper, tensing up around him.

“Not done yet”, he rasps with his hand twisting the pillow next to your head. He bottoms out and chases you instantly. Fast and hard. He fucks the juices out of you, filling the air with the sounds of it just as he fills it with the sinful sounds of his naked body impacting with yours. The bed is sturdy and yet still croaks. His throaty grunts and guttural growls fill your ears as well. You know for a fact that he is frowning right now, gritting his teeth because he always does so when he fucks hard.

“Ju-Ju-Jungkook”, he fucks his name out of you. He is fucking his cock right against the spots which steal your sanity. You can’t stop getting wetter because of it. Every second with him feels fucking orgasmic, “Jungkook! Ah! Jungkook!”

You grip his arm. His muscles are so tense, bulging under your fingers as he drills you like an animal.

“Jun-Ju-Jungkoo-ook.” 

“Yeah, keep moaning my name Mommy”, he growls deeply and curses, “fuck, this is…fuck.”

“Jungkook, ah god Jungkook.”

“That’s it, Mommy. That’s it, keep moaning my name”, he encourages you and rewards you with harsher thrusts. Of course this wasn’t his final form yet. Not Jungkook. Not your husband. He will make you believe that the sex couldn’t get any better before showing you not to underestimate him. He fucks you deep into the mattress just as he fucks you deep into a blurred state of ecstasy.

You are utterly and entirely his right now. And you fucking like it, moaning his name as he rewrites your definition of pleasure one harsh thrust at a time. 

“I missed you”, he is using his deep voice to talk, “I thought of you, urgh, of you being mhm being cockstuffed with me, ah mhm I’m going crazy, Mommy. Fuck.” 

He could tell you everything right now and you would barely take it in. Your brain doesn’t work. You are so dumb right now. So utterly stupid. If you weren’t on your back, you would have drooled. Instead you sob his name and writhe desperately.

“Fuck”, Jungkook spits and growls. His hips stutter for only a second. This is how long he needs to find his composure again and then he is already drilling you again, pushing your body closer and closer to your orgasms, “have to go again?”

“Ye-yeah”, you keen, arching your back.

“Let go Mommy, I’m right here”, he tells you and cradles your cheek.

The touch is all that was missing. You break apart with a loud moan of his name and your fingers desperately twisting his hair. He fucked it out of you from the deepest parts of you, which makes it all the more intense. You can’t even moan as it happens. His name was all you managed to produce before your voice gave up on you. You can’t breathe either, lying there with your lips parted and your back arched as Jungkook drags heaven out of you.

Your second high gives him a hard time. The needy fucking he did brought him to the point where he has to let go even if he wanted to hold back longer. His cock aches, his balls feel tight and the tension in his stomach has reached a painful level. While your lungs aren’t working right now, his’ are working overtime, producing the neediest, quickest pants for air. He takes a deep breath and exhales it through his mouth, dropping his head into the crook of your neck.

“I’m gonna cum inside”, he moans in a pitched voice. His hips stutter, but don’t lose speed, “gonna creampie your pussy so hard. Holy fuck, Mommy.”

You wrap your legs around him, closing your arms around him as well while your left hand buries itself deep in his hair and your right grabs his tense ass. You are barely present yet, but the need to feel him paint your walls gives you enough strength to pull him close.

“I love you”, he chokes out and lets go. He isn’t silent like you were. He is loud. Oh so loud that after a few seconds he needs to muffle himself by sucking on your neck.

“I love you too”, you whimper, “my loving counterpart.”

“Oh”, he sobs and pulls you closer, “my soulmate”, he squeaks and tenses up again, “no-not done. Ah!”

“Let it all out, fill me up Bunny. Please don’t hold back.”

Jungkook paints you white until it drips out of you and his body’s strength forsakes him. The comedown is intense. Because Jungkook never stopped fucking you even after your high stopped, you never got to calm down and because Jungkook fucked himself to the point of ruin he feels just as needing for your embrace.

“Are you okay?” he whimpers.

“Yeah. You?” you get out.

“Yeah.”

He shivers and twitches on top of you, blanketing you in under his body weight and the real covers. They slipped off his back in the rough fucking so that now, they are only covering your lower bodies. You don’t feel cold because you have him keeping you warm.

Neither you nor him can talk for the first few minutes, sharing forced silence as your brains try to relearn how to speak. His ears are ringing, you can feel your pulse in your head. You are both sweaty, the heat grows in your bodies now that you are so melted together. His cock softens slowly, still filling you up and keeping most of his seed inside. Good. You don’t want him to leave yet.

You finally have him back after more than a month and you would be a fool to break the connection sooner than necessary. You know that sooner or later you will have to stop this. Not only because of your important post-sex pee, but also because Jungkook can’t fall asleep like this.

At least this is what you believe. Jungkook is in the midst of drifting off to sleep. Jetlag, stress and exhaustion are finally catching up with him. Now that his mind is cleared of that initial dulling desire for you, it is finally truly sinking in that he is back home. And being back home means comfort and sleep. Still being inside and having you cockwarm him while your fingers are drawing hearts on his back forces even more sleepiness to the surface. He is home. Sleep can finally come.

“Bunny?” you whisper, scratching up his back gently. Goosebumps follow your touch. He shudders as you drag shivers out of him.

“Hm”, the sound barely wants to leave him. It tickles your neck.

“Are you falling asleep?”

He nods his head slowly.

“Don’t”, you chuckle softly, shaking him by his back gently, “the post sex pee.”

“I’m tired”, he breathes and sighs, “so tired. Work…hell.”

“I know, Bunnybaby I know. But spending your break from it having an UTI is gonna suck.”

“Not yet. Please.”

You give up fighting him, exhaling deeply through your nose. He sounds so needing of what you currently have. You need it as well. 

“Fine”, you say and fish for the blanket to pull it over your bodies, “a few more minutes.”

You hug him against you, cradling the back of his head. Jungkook sighs and relaxes on top of you.

“I fucking missed you, Kook.”

“I missed you too.”

THE ONE YOU NEED - JJK

after getting dumped, jungkook finally had the opportunity to swoop in and heal your broken heart.

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — angst, fluff, smut

word count — 2k

warnings/tags — roommates!au, confession!au, softdom!jk, sub!reader, lots of cussing, swearing, reader is angry & upset, jk is in love w you, mentions of a bummy ex, crying, very soft, so much love, touching, romantic, sexual tension, hickeys/neck kisses, first kiss, explicit smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys), penetrative sex, soft dirty talk, overall very raw and soft

a/n: something short and sweet and a little fast paced 😰

inspired by this song 💗

“Literally FUCK HIM,” you curse whilst pacing around your apartment, clear frustration evident on your face as you threw a strop. Breakups were generally easy as it took a lot for you to get attached but this one… it wasn’t going too well.

You’d been in a mood all day after your boyfriend decided to call it quits all of a sudden because he felt you were “too high maintenance” which, on its own, was pretty offensive but that didn’t really tug at your chest. The fact that he couldn’t handle your high maintenance self made you wonder if anyone could ever deal with you.

At the moment, it looked like no one could.

Jungkook, sat at the edge of your couch, merely watched you pace around with his hands clasped together over his mouth, his eyes following your every move and being cautious as to not topple you the wrong way.

He learnt the hard way; let you rant for as long as you need to and soon enough you’ll calm down.

“Calling me, of all people, ‘high maintenace’, who the fuck does he think he is?!” You aggressively turn towards Jungkook, as if directing the question to him, and you know you caught him by surprise when his mouth fell ajar, practically speechless.

“He never spent time with me, never even acknowledged me, you’d think I was dating a brick wall!”

Yeah, Jungkook knew all of that. He knew your boyfriend was an ass and only showed you attention when he wanted to fuck, which you so willingly gave to him because you always grasped at ‘romantic’ intimacy, and Jungkook hated it. He bet the guy wasn’t even that great in bed since you’d always come back the next day in an awful mood.

“I can’t believe I spent all those nights with him. He couldn’t make me cum once, it got tiring faking all those orgasms.”

That’s his doubts confirmed.

You continue to pace around, spilling all your thoughts and dramatising your hand gestures until you stopped. Jungkook looked straight at you and his features softened when he noticed how teary your eyes had become; on the verge of spilling down your cheeks. He could tell you were trying to hold in the tears, but why? You knew you could comfortably cry around him.

Right, because on many occasions, he pointed out that your boyfriend was a dick, an unappreciative one at that and you decided to ignore his opinions. Your relationship was like watching a girl in highschool chase after her much loved crush who had no interest in her. It was kinda sad and all Jungkook could do was sit back and watch you get hurt over and over again.

If you were with him, you’d never be treated like that.

He hated seeing you in this state. As someone who deserved nothing but the best, seeing you upset over a stupid ex boyfriend made him feel all sorts of things; predominately anger, but that was a given. It also pissed him off beyond words because Jungkook had every chance to swoop you into his arms and keep you to himself, but a part of him genuinely thought you were in love with the guy, so he stayed put.

“Am I really too much to handle?”

Jungkook could’ve sworn his heart broke right then and there, and it hurt more seeing you cry over something that was complete bullshit. His fist was twitching (the things he’d do to punch the living daylights out of that asshole) but you were his first priority.

“Y/N…” he starts, getting out of his seat to approach your form, which looked even more fragile now than when you were mad. “Honestly, that guy has no clue what he’s talking about,” Jungkook tries to reassure you, leaning down slightly and reaching his hand towards your face, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away the tears beneath your eyes.

The pout on your lips only became more prominent as your cheeks heated up from the kind, yet subtle gesture. That’s weird. “No guy wants a girl that’s ‘high maintenance’, is that what he’s trying to tell me? Because I know damn well he didn’t do half the shit I had planned for us—”

“—You’re not high maintenance, you’re eager,” Jungkook adds, bringing you closer to his chest so you could rest your head against him and cry to your heart’s content. “Besides, it’s not a bad thing.”

Your fist lands a punch to his chest, “Obviously it’s a bad thing if it’s the reason why my boyfriend broke up with me, stupid,” you say, through short, broken sobs.

Your roommate only chuckles, his chin resting on your head as he embraced you in his arms. “I don’t think it’s bad. I like my girls high maintenance,” Jungkook smiles ahead at the blank wall, hoping his words would be enough for you to catch on.

“You don’t mean it. You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” you grumble, looking up at him with your glassy eyes and tear stained cheeks, expecting him to make a joke about it but nope, he seemed pretty content staring at the wall like it was the love of his life.

“I think I’ve had my fair share of handling you, and I’ve done a pretty good job at it,” he shrugs, showing you a sheepish smile, “because I care that much about you and I’m willing to put in the time and effort to show you that.”

Was he saying this in a romantic or platonic way?

“Your ex was probably the guy you wanted, but we both know I’m the one you need,” Jungkook whispers softly, leaning down towards your face, and you think he’s gonna kiss you, but he stops before your lips could make contact with his.

Your silence factored out his words being false, and from that, he knew he got you. “I know you felt what I said,” he calls you out on your bluff, pulling you away from him so he could look at you properly and deem his thoughts correct. He shifts his hand over to your chest, right above your beating heart, “…Right here.”

With the way you were staring at him, you were either extremely turned on by him indirectly confessing his feelings to you, or extremely heartbroken that literally anything and everything seemed attractive to you right now.

Who were you kidding? It was all Jungkook.

You finally speak up, your voice ten times quieter than it was earlier on, “And what if I did? What does that mean?”

“I don’t need you confirm or deny it, I know you well enough to know you felt my words in more places than one,” Jungkook’s eyes dance down you body to settle where your poor cunt was jumping between your legs, making it all the more obvious that you were clenching your thighs shut.

Shit. He was good.

He laughs softly, “How could he ever leave a pretty girl like you unsatisfied?”

A part of you still wasn’t convinced by his words, “If you really wanted me, you could’ve had me by now,” you throw at him, expecting him to stutter, but Jeon Jungkook had eyes on you for a pretty long time, so he had a lot to say.

“It’s kinda hard going after a girl who was too busy chasing someone else. You know I don’t roll like that,”Jungkook tugs at your arm, urging you to turn your back towards him so he could rut himself against your lower half whilst his hands slowly, yet with so much need, trailed up and down your arms, warming you up and giving you the chance to relax. “Besides, being patient always works out in the long run.” He was adamant on showing you the love you deserved and if you were planning to be ‘high maintenance’ about it, you bet he had a couple tricks up his sleeve to deal with that.

As if it were second nature, your body was acting on its own, easing into his touch as his hand slipped under your shirt, drawing small circles over your stomach. It wasn’t much, but this is exactly what romantic intimacy felt like, and it made you wonder why the hell you weren’t with Jungkook to begin with.

A pair of soft lips were grazing against your untainted neck, leaving short, supple kisses as they dragged downwards, giving himself more room. “Did your ex ever show you love like this?” Jungkook mumbles, too caught up in kissing you, but he didn’t need to hear you say no. “Why couldn’t he cherish you, huh? I should’ve snatched you up when I got the chance, how stupid of me.”

You’re unable to respond, your senses letting you down much faster than you anticipated and you could practically feel the smirk Jungkook was sporting right now, so you turn around to face him and boy, you weren’t wrong.

“Oh, that’s got you speechless?” He wasn’t mocking you, he felt sorry for you. These past boyfriends of yours never took the opportunity to appreciate the being that was you, never took the time to touch you or show you the love he felt you were entitled to.

He would be a dead man if he didn’t just do it himself.

“Look up for me, would you?”

You hesitate at first, but before you could bask the sight of his face, Jungkook had trapped you in a slow moving kiss. It’s not too fast, nor is it too slow, but it’s just enough to ease your mind and completely take over your being as your arms reach out to snake around his neck, eagerly pulling him in to deepen the kiss.

Your forwardness reassured him that you were all for what was about to go down and before you knew it, Jungkook was holding you tightly within his embrace whilst you straddled his lap, taking his cock like you were made for it. You’d completely forgotten about your broken heart; Jungkook’s constant care and reassurance helping you to disregard today’s events and focus on him.

All these months of watching you chase after a man who didn’t deserve you, Jeon finally had you to himself.

This wasn’t going to be ‘just a quick fuck’. The last thing he wanted was for you to assume he was doing this out of pity, but no, this would simply prove just how much he yearned for you. Jungkook’s top priority was to please you first and foremost.

“Bet that asshole couldn’t fuck you like this, huh?” His tatted hands grip the flesh of your ass, squeezing generously as you whimpered on top of him, masking the illicit sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you. His hushed groans joined in as he looked down to where you both met only to see a glistening mess of your arousal coating his length.

Never in a million years did you think you’d be in this position with your roommate and you only wished you realised sooner that the one who truly cared about you was right under your nose. You felt kinda stupid letting yourself go through useless heartbreaks and dodgy boyfriends when the one you really needed was here all along.

With Jungkook burying his face into the crook of your neck, things felt incredibly raw and intimate, not to mention, you felt so full, you wouldn’t need to force yourself to fake an orgasm around him.

“Gonna come..” You breathe out, your soft walls clenching around him as your hips moved up and down on its own, this time at a much faster pace, but Jungkook was eager to see you finish by his own doing.

His suddenly lifted his hips off the couch, thrusting up in you at such a deprived pace, knowing he was hitting all the right places by the pleasured look on your face. His arms snaked around your waist, his pace unwavering, “Right there, huh? That feel good?”

You nod without hesitation, ignoring the way your inner thighs were tensing in anticipation, waiting for your high to drain you.

“Go ahead and cum, baby. I know how long he kept you waiting.”

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frostbite | jjk (soon)

❄ pairing: alien!jungkook x human!reader

❄ summary: your graduation relies on the current thesis that you’re doing, studying the environment in the upper part of your province where it has strangely gotten colder over the past 200 years even with Earth warming up. is it a normal anomaly or is it because of a certain someone who you accidentally disturbed when you first met?

❄ rating: 18+

❄ genre/au: smut, angst, fluff, sci-fi/alien, strangers to lovers, possible roommates

❄ publishing date : TBA

❄ warnings/content : explicit sexual content, temperature play (jk has some frost abilities), body worship (OC loves koobies sm 🥺), near death experience, OC is stubborn but JK’s calm, patient & sweet. this fic will mainly talk about environmental issues (ie. global warming, etc.), more to be added

a/n: i just wanna post this before i forget about this fic 💀. title and this phenomenal banner by my naia boo @opaljm​ (ily lol). much love & appreciation for @ilikemesometaetaes​ & @aquagustd​ for being there while i was brainstorming this at 4AM after staring at JK’s GQ’s pic, also i didn’t expect that my minor degree will be relevant for this LMAO

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i read a lot of fics in my downtime so i thought i’d share my favorites with you all!

a/n: will update with other members later :)

key: a - angst, f - fluff, s - smut

jungkook

oneshots

how long will we fall | soulmate au, f2l | a, f {@jiminsrings}

        summary: if it’s fate, it should already be set onto your skin  — that’s why jungkook’s initials are already on your finger. he’s always there for you, but not only for you. if you’re his fate, he’d rather not have it. alternatively, jungkook’s your soulmate, but he doesn’t want to be.

skirt chasers | f2l | s, f {@1kook}

        summary: “baggy clothes are in, but you wouldn’t know miss i draw inspiration from catholic school girls.”

hot boy bummer | fwb au, f2l | s, f, a {@jungkxook}

         summary: when jungkook offers you a proposition of just sex, no strings attached, how can you possibly say no? after all, what are best friends for?

wherever there is you | marriage au | a, f {@jeonstudios}

        prompt: “you’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

no sweetness | e2l au, college au | f {@rosaetae}

        summary: jungkook has a thing for pretty girls who work with tiny balls, especially the new fiery bobarista at his favorite boba shop, whom he finds absolutely adorable, but finds out later that she’s just as sweet as she made his milk tea order — not sweet.

cockblocked | roommates au, idiots to lovers | f, a, s {@mercurygguk}

         summary: in which a pair of best friends are hopelessly in love with one another but they’re both too dumb to realize, even when everyone around them is dropping hints every five minutes.

this is how you fall in love | strangers to est. relationship, rockstar!jk | f, s, a {@jeonqkooks}

summary: after years of drinking and clubbing most days of the week and leaving every gig with a different girl on his arm, jungkook feels what it’s like to want someone with his entire being.

lost stars | idiots to lovers, mutual pining | a, f, s {@onherwings on ao3}

         summary: falling in love with jeon jungkook was everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more, but maybe it was exactly that: a dream so blissful and comforting that it was too good to be true, something that could all disappear when the night changes to day, and your eyes open again.

series

please love me | arranged marriage au, ceo kids au | a, f, {@ahundredtimesover}

         summary:  as the only unmarried jeon and kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. but despite developing an affection for jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. you’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.

a lover’s kiss | fwb au, idiots to lovers au, college au | s, f, a {@hueseok}

         summary:  the line between being only friends and being a little like lovers only continue to get hazier and hazier.

mutual help | fake dating au, fwb au | s, f, a {@personasintro}

         summary: in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it a mutual help

i’d love to stay but that’s simply insane | college au, slight e2l, (ex) childhood friends to lovers | a, f, s { @taexual }

           summary: jungkook is an uncontrollable lead vocalist of the campus band, and you’re a goal-oriented top student that’s known his rich and complicated family since childhood. you don’t want anything to do with each other, until each other is exactly what you want to do. 

addicted to you | e2l to established relationship, slice of life drabbles | s, f, a {@ughcore}

           summary: “there’s no greater evidence of the thin line between love and hate than your relationship with jeon jeongguk.”

from home | richkid!jk, baker!reader, e2l, fake dating au | f, a, s | {@gyukult} 

           summary: jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class?

waiting game | drabble

a/n: dedicated to the app i hate the most.

— pairing: jungkook x (f) reader

— genre: friends/strangers to lovers (?), college au, fun banter

— snippet: either im rlly ugly or i just killed you with my good looks

warnings: idk if this will make sense if you don’t have much knowledge on “snapchat culture”. also tons of dialogue in this one for no reason other than im lazy :D

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“okay, how about this one?”

tilting the phone to face your friend, she spares a brief glance at the image plastered on the screen before looking you dead in the eye, “is that not the same selfie you took just two seconds ago?”

“are you implying that i’m ugly?”

“i’m implying that you’re an idiot.” she reaches over, pressing the home button on your device to sneak a peak at the time written in small, white font. “you opened his snap at 11:43pm. it’s 11:46 now.”

swatting her hand away from your phone, you quickly reopen snapchat and tap the ‘x’ at the top left corner to discard the photo you spent a little too much time taking. “god, three whole ass minutes, now it just looks like i’m trying too hard.”

“but that’s exactly what you were d-”

“shut up. i’ll just send him a picture of, like, the ceiling or something, he probably doesn’t even think i’m pretty anyw-”

“holy shit you’re annoying.” in the blink of an eye, rose snatches the phone from your hand, extends her arm out to an upward angle, and takes a semi-blurry picture of the both of you, “done.” your eyes go wide as you see the small box turn to a red arrow: delivered, now.

“i think you just made my heart fall out of my ass.”

“and i think that you’re overthinking this too much. he’s one of the hottest guys on campus, probably - actually no - i know he has tons of girls lined up on his phone. do you really want to be another one he just checks off the list?”

her words float around inside your head as you stare mindlessly at the screen in front of you, eagerly awaiting his reply. “it’s kinda fun though,” you try to reason.

rose lets out a soft chuckle and pokes you in your cheek, “you’re so cute. i know this whole ‘talking stage’ and ‘flirting’ thing is new for you, so i’ll let it slide.”

you feel guilty all of a sudden when you realize that you’ve only been talking about him since the moment she got to your dorm. understanding how annoying it can be to constantly pester someone with your relationship problems, you turn off your phone and throw it to the opposite side of the bed. “by the way, how’s your internship going?”

she smiles in appreciation, picking up the m&m packet from your bedside table and tearing it open. “the real question is how is it not going.” once she’s placed all the yellow-colored chocolates into the palm of your hand, she doesn't fail to let you in on every single detail for the next half an hour.

“...i mean besides all that, the pay is insanely good, so i’m not really complaining. and also, i’m pretty sure he snapped you back, like, 15 minutes ago.” she grabs your phone from the edge of the bed and tosses it in your lap, amused by how fast your eyes light up.

staring nervously at the name on the top of your chat feed, you swear you can feel your heart beating faster and louder as the seconds go by.

jungkook

∎ new snap, 17m

without much thought, you open the picture and - woah. grabbing the closest pillow to you, you scream into it as if that’ll stop the butterflies in your stomach.

confused by the reaction, rose mutters a “let me see that” and grabs the phone from your hand. mouth slightly agape, she playfully pushes your shoulder, not taking her eyes off the image. “i get it, ____. i really get it now.”

lifting your head from the pillow, you take another glance at the photo and let out one final scream into the soft cushion before taking the phone back from rose’s hand. “was he sculpted by the gods or something? how does anyone have a body like that?” you can’t help but gawk at the oh-so precious photo that jeon jungkook himself has chosen to bless your eyes with.

shirtless torso, grey sweats, and wet hair: what would normally be considered a harmless mirror selfie is quite literally turning into what you assume will be the cause of your death. “i think he’s trying to kill me.”

“well hurry up and reply before he thinks you actually died from his hot, hot, hot body.”

when you finally let go of the picture, you notice that there’s no longer an empty red square, but a blue one that fills its place. “fuck, he typed something in the chat.” rose scoots herself closer to you, your shoulders touching as she watches you carefully slide open the conversation - not fully - but just enough so that you can see what he says without notifying him that you opened his message.

your cheeks turn an intense shade of pink, and all rose can do is laugh. “i have to say i am kind of jealous of you right now... babe.”

jungkook

wow 5 mins on opened

either im rlly ugly or i just killed you with my good looks

jk

but seriously babe wya

you

babe?

and sorry lmao i just forgot to reply thats all

jungkook

rightttttttttt

it’s okay to say u were staring

i wont tell anyone

and what do u want me to call u

pretty girl

angel face

a pause in the chat like he's thinking for more things to say. jungkook is typing...

love

love. you mentally facepalm yourself for letting your heart flutter at the possibility of him - or even anyone for that matter - calling you that one day.

you

maybe uhhhh idk. my name :D

and awh did me leaving you on open bruise ur ego :((((((

jungkook

fiesty

i like that

but fr it kinda did

while it was fun to push each other’s buttons, you were slightly unsure of how to gage the seriousness of his last reply. why do i kind of feel bad, you thought to yourself.

you

i didn’t think you cared lol

jungkook

ahhh

but you see love

i do when it comes to you :)

amazing in every way possible im so glad i found this gem 💞💞💞

Gradation | JJK

Gradation (Series)

gra·da·tion | \ grā-ˈdā-shən , grə- \

Definition: 1a: a series forming successive stages 1b: a step or place in an ordered scale 2: an advance by regular degrees 3: a gradual passing from one tint or shade to another

–Source: Merriam-Webster

Pairing: JJK x reader

Genre: AU; mature content (21+); Best friend!JJK; best friends to lovers; fluff; angst; slow burn; FWB

Word count: 101,772 words

Status: Completed ✅

Warnings: *additional warnings included in individual chapters as well* marriage; long-term relationships; established friendships; engagement; OC is left at the altar; lots of fluff; excessive angst; excessive cussing; thirsty thots; smut; oral (mutual); protected sex; unprotected sex; feelings of sadness and depression; anxiety; lots of crying; some alcohol consumption; psychotherapy; some light physical threats but nothing actually happens; FWB

Summary: On your wedding day, your fiancé leaves you at the altar. While reeling from the embarrassment and heartbreak, your best friend, Jungkook, wants to do everything that he can to help you heal.

Navigation:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 3.5 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 6.25 | Part 6.5 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 9.5 | Part 10 | VDay drabble

➼Cross-posted on AO3

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You are the cause of my euphoria - Part 3 [Jungkook x Idol]

It was her first Korean award show. She went to every important American award show there is, and fortunately even won. Being an American artist, it made sense. Still the Korean part in her also wanted to take part in these shows.

The award show was ecstatic to have her perform and announce the biggest award of the night. And so was she. She was a fan of K-Pop and she knew that she was going to enjoy the night. The cultural differences between her two homes were always interesting to observe.

One example just played before her. The reserved and polite beings in front of her couldn't figure out how to act in front of her. Of course she experienced these kind of situations in the western world, but never to this extent. It was flattering, yet she never really understood why. Her relationships or more the lack thereof was a sore spot in her life. To the outside it may seem like a perfect and successful life, but at times she felt empty. Her former lovers, those selfish and bitter men, somehow managed to push her down. Fortunately she realized that and successfully stayed away from this kind.

But now, in her early 20s she longed for nothing more than a supportive and loving partner by her side. Someone to spend her hours with instead of working around the clock.

But being in her position, it was almost impossible to find someone outside of the industry. Yet being with someone in the business was more a relationship for the tabloids than for them.

While getting ready for the show, she kept thinking about what happened in the other room just minutes ago. She wasn't acting, she really did like what she knew of this boy band. Coming from a small company herself, she knew how hard it was to prove herself to those from established labels. Thinking about it, they had more in common than met the eye. They too wrote and produced their own music and JiJi respected that. Artists who call themselves that while lipsyncing or stealing others work were a shame for the industry. Yet she personally knew more than one of these imposters.

So maybe befriending with honest artists was a change she longed for.

Her dress was definitely far from the conservative Korean standards, and half of the glances she got were probably only directed to her exposed leg. Her father warned her, telling her to not completely shock the audience, but that's not how she rolls. She loved the attention and stunned faces pointing in her direction while looking for a place to sit.

Being the communicative person she is, she absolutely wanted to sit next to someone, but seeing those overwhelmed faces, she opted for the row without anyone one it. And seeing that she was the last to arrive this row was probably prepared for her.

Slightly feeling out of place she felt watched, as if a set of eyes from behind were starring into the back of her head.

going down!

synopsis: taking a trip to South Korea and somehow managing to catch the same flight as the famous Jeon Jungkook was sheer luck. but getting off the plane to a virus outbreak that has turned half the city into flesh eating zombies was not; but hey, at least you were stuck with the golden maknae. now, you two must battle through a zombie infested Seoul, to get to Daejeon where safety and survivors are promised.

rating: e21

warnings: graphic descriptions of blood, gore, character deaths but not really major?, angst heavy angst, horror, reader is the generic damsel in distress at first, JK has to protect reader a lot lol, he’s kind of an ass at first but he warms up, there’s fluff but not like.. your basic description of it, heavy sexual tension throughout the story, heavy petting, kissing at weird times, hand holding cause anxiety, JK has to reassure and baby the reader a lot, smut at the end cause you deserve it LOL (i’ll add the smut warnings when the story comes out). Writing this for my baby Rose; she deserves something good n long to read during her quarantine.

tagging: @kinktae ( comment if you’d like to be tagged!)

Coming soon!

going down! (01)

synopsis: taking a trip to South Korea and somehow managing to catch the same flight as the famous Jeon Jungkook was sheer luck. but getting off the plane to a virus outbreak that has turned half the city into flesh eating zombies was not; but hey, at least you were stuck with the golden maknae. now, you two must battle through a zombie infested Seoul, to get to Daejeon where safety and survivors are promised.

rating: e21

warnings: graphic descriptions of blood, gore, character deaths but not really major?, angst heavy angst, horror, reader is the generic damsel in distress at first, JK has to protect reader a lot lol, he’s kind of an ass at first but he warms up, there’s fluff but not like.. your basic description of it, heavy sexual tension throughout the story, heavy petting, kissing at weird times, hand holding cause anxiety, JK has to reassure and baby the reader a lot, smut at the end cause you deserve it LOL, smut (later in the story). Writing this for my baby Rose; she deserves something good n long to read during her quarantine.

taglist: @kinktae @riasmithharren @gukkiecuddles @shubhiixxx @fuck-expectations-people​ @jenryu​ @fullsunkook​ @fancykoos​ @jeonbis​ @tiberiaxs @jennie-rubyjane​ (comment if you’d like to be tagged. all current people that are on the taglist will be tagged unless asked otherwise.)

part 1 , part 2 , part 3 , part 4

Exhaling as you stepped through baggage checking, your run a distressed hand through your tangled hair, black curls bouncing back as you thank the staff and move forward to your gate. It was four in the morning, the sun not even risen as you rub crust from the corner of your eyes, yawning behind your mask. 

You were scheduled for a plane to Seoul for a job opportunity, going to check out the city and go apartment hunting. Majoring in English and studying Korean, you would be a paid tutor while you focused on your own field of choice; Medicine. Only Twenty-Two, you were almost a fair way through college. This chance to teach English while also juggling College would be a breakthrough for you; and a bonus, your college tuition here would be free due to the Study Abroad program. 

With all that in mind, instead of flying your usual coach, you’re in first class, and you couldn’t be more grateful as you approach Gate 5. Your eyes wonder and you notice there’s only a few people sitting around, mostly older couples and a few teenagers. You see one guy sitting all the way towards the back with his face covered by a black mask and his hair tucked away with a black bucket hat. You can’t see his eyes but you’re sure you’ve caught them. 

Instead of staring at the mystery man, you take a seat a couple rows in front of him where there’s a middle ground; no one’s behind you and no one’s in front of you. Plugging in your headphones, you shut your eyes and wait to be called for your flight. Somewhere between Zayn’s ‘Pillowtalk’ and Travis Scott’s ‘Highest in the room’ you doze off, head resting in your palm.

You’re awakened a little bit over an hour later by a hand gently shaking your shoulder. Eyes fluttering open, a bit blurry, the mystery man is standing over you, looking down at you. His eyes look familiar but you can’t quite pinpoint why. Instead, you pull your ear buds out of your ears and he nods his head to the line of people boarding the flight. 

“Thank you, oh god”, you mutter, standing up and grabbing your bags. He doesn’t say anything, just turns and heads to the gate, showing the flight attendant his ticket and he boards. 

‘He’s first class too?’

Shaking the thought from your head, you sigh and shuffle forward, showing the flight attendant your own ticket and she let’s you through. Not before you hear a shout from the end of the corridor towards baggage claim, and your head turns to peek. You see security scrapping with someone, but they don’t seem to be winning. The scene seems to unfold even worse when it looks like the aggressor bites one of the officers and they let out a shout. 

The flight attendant next to you ushers you in and you stumble a bit before catching your balance and making your way to the plane. Once on it, you began to look for your seat, and once you find it, you sigh in content. Putting your carry on in the overhead storage cabinet, you take a seat next to the window, thankful that first class had more sofa like seats. Kicking your feet up, you look out the window as you watch the sun try to break through the dark sky.

Someone sits down beside you but you don’t bother to look their way, instead pulling out the foot rest and letting your legs prop up. The plane would be taking off soon, currently speeding down the runway.

“Can you move your arm over a bit”, a deep voice mutters from beside you. Head turning, you almost choke on the saliva in your mouth, gawking at the celebrity glaring at you. Mind frozen, you stare at the perfect features so up close. You almost want to cry, his face more beautiful the more you stare, “J-”, you can’t even speak, your voice catching. 

He tilts his head before smiling a little at you, “Yeah, Jungkook, it’s me”, he chuckles a bit dryly, motioning at your arm. You feel like you annoy him with you fangirling, so you hold it in, completely removing your arm from the arm rest and gluing yourself up against the window. If he feels bad, he doesn’t show it, instead turning his head to watch as the seat belt light comes on. 

Once up in the air, things seem to ease up, Jungkook kicking his own feet up and relaxing next to you. Dozing off once again, you sleep the flight away, only awaking to stretch your bones a few times. At some point, Jungkook’s head slumps against your shoulder, his hair fanning across your neck and his breathy snores in your ear. Instead of getting annoyed or shaking him off, it lulls you deeper into rest, and your bones nearly turn to jelly.

Awaking a few hours later, the plane is quiet and dark, the dark haired boy still sleeping soundly beside you. Peeking out the window, you notice that you’re landed, plane pulled safely up to the airport. 

Something felt wrong. It was so quiet, and the first class cabin seemed to be deserted. You nudge Jungkook, shrugging your shoulder and shaking him, your voice quiet, “Jungkook”, you whisper. He doesn’t budge. After a few more failed attempts, he finally arises, groggily grunting into your neck before looking up at you, “What is it?

“We’re landed. But something’s wrong, the plane is empty, I think”, and he perks up at that, looking around. Once he takes in the atmosphere and scene, he peeks his head out of the little chamber before closing the door shut and  muttering, “Yeah.. I think the plane is empty. Why wouldn’t they wake us up”, he asks quietly. 

You don’t answer him, instead pulling out your phone. Immediately you notice that you have no service at all. You can’t call anyone, and text messages weren’t sending. That’s weird. 

Unbuckling your seat belt as quietly as you can, you slide out of your seat and crouch down to the floor. “What’re you doing”, Jungkook asks, unbuckling his own seat belt and leaning over your seat to look out the window. It’s almost dark outside. ‘It’s night time here’, he thinks to himself, his eyes wandering up to the sky. There’s a hint of smoke in the distance, almost like multiple fires are burning. His lower lip is sucked between his teeth when he feels the plane shake, like something’s exploded nearby. 

You fall back against his legs with the force, hissing quietly as you bump your knee on his steel toe boots. Looking up at him, you tap his thigh, eyes laced in confusion, “What the hell was that”. He shrugs, “I’m not sure, but it was close. It seems like the city is on fire, there’s a lot of smoke in the sky”. 

You’re about to speak before you hear a loud, bone-chilling scream before it’s cut short. 

Now that was close. 

Panic starts to set in, you don’t know what’s happening. Your anxiety bubbles over but before you can utter anything to Jungkook, there’s a loud pop and you cower. 

That had to be a gunshot. What the fuck is happening?

Jungkook scoots you over before sliding open the cubby door a bit, peeking through. Immediately his gut sinks. On the chamber across from yours is a bloody hand print, smeared as if someone had slapped or banged on it. There’s papers everywhere, suitcases are all over the place, clothes are scattered, and there’s blood splattered around. ‘What the fuck happened? How didn’t you two hear any of this? Where is everyone? What are we gonna do?’

He shakingly closes the door back, looking down at you with a quiet exhale, “We need to get the fuck off this plane”. Fear settles in you once he says it. His face is paler, almost like he’s seen a ghost. What the fuck is out there?

You’re scared, and Jungkook can see that. 

“We have to go, okay? I don’t know what’s happening, but we can’t stay on this plane, we can’t stay here. I don’t think we’re safe”, he whispers, looking at you intensely. You’re all he has for now, and he’s all you have. He doesn’t wanna leave you here to fend for yourself, his conscience wouldn’t survive the guilt. 

With your eyes watering, you look up at him, sniffling softly, “Jungkook, I’m scared. What’s gonna happen to us”, you whisper, tears falling down your cheeks. He shakes his head, sighing to himself as he wipes your tears gently, looking down. “I don’t know, but I won’t leave you here. I’ll protect you, okay? So let’s go.”

Taking a deep breath, you nod, letting Jungkook step out of the chamber first. Once you’re out, you get a good look at what had him so terrified at first. It looked like someone was murdered here. Your lower lip quivers at the sight of all the blood and Jungkook grabs a hold of your hand, lacing his fingers through them before pulling you towards the front, picking up a metal bat that had been tossed from somewhere on the way. 

You were right, the plane was completely deserted. 

Quietly easing towards the front of the plane, you hear a crack behind you, almost like someone just stepped on a piece of glass. You and Jungkook both turn your head to see a flight attendant, but something’s off about her; with a limp to her walk, her skin is pale, and hair tangled. A piece of flesh dangles from her teeth and blood is all over her. She looks.. dead. 

No. Fucking. Way.

Jungkook yanks you behind him, “Y/n, get that door open”, he mutters, watching the woman carefully, “STAY BACK”, he demands, but it falls on deaf  dead ears. She keeps shuffling until she’s within arms reach, and Jungkook shoves her back with the bat, growling under his breath, “Y/n! The door!”, he snarls. 

You snap back into action, trying your best to twist the handle, pushing and pulling until your hands are aching. Jungkook curses when the woman lunges at him, ducking back until she’s standing between you two. You don’t notice her coming behind you until there’s a loud snarl and she grabs at your arm. Screaming, you shove her away, punching and kicking at her until she crumples to the ground. 

That does nothing but slow her down a bit as she’s already back on her feet lunging at you all over again. This time, before she can manage to bite a chunk out of your pretty face, Jungkook clonks her in the back of the head with the bad hard, effectively killing her.. again. 

Shaking, you start crying, tears running down your cheeks as your hands shake, “W-why didn’t she stop.. what’s wrong with her”, you sob. Jungkook shakes his head, “I don’t know, but you have to stop crying. We have to go.”, he says gently, using his own strength to force the door open, and you grip the back of his shirt, walking out into the unknown behind him.

make you cry | jjk

pairing: ‘bleed you dry’ couple trope

word count: tba

nsfw warnings: kook is mean, not like “oh that’s cute :(“ no i mean like he’s MEAN okay?, not angsty mean cause he still loves reader but!!!!, slapping, spitting, tit worship!!!, creampie whew, he’s so aggressive :(, meanie but loving koo, grr biting bite bite, um! mentions of domspace !!, kook literally has a filthy mouth, dirty talk!!!, shocked reader cause????, kook gets angry? yeah:(, um hand holding tho, and!!!! a very angry next door neighbor! whew

Author’s Note: The warnings are 100% there. Please proceed with caution. Kook is extremely mean and says very nasty things to the reader. If you cannot handle that, do not read! Also you can blame about 75-80% of this story idea on Ave ( @jjkficrecs )! Thank her and give her a follow!

Summary: One night, after you get home from work, you decide to discuss with Jeongguk about something new you want to try; him being mean. At first he’s totally against it and confused, but then when you ask him so prettily, how can he refuse?

EXPECTED RELEASE DATE: 06/30/2021

Suck Them | JJK

excerpt | it was just supposed to be the usual great sex, but they looked so inviting

genre | smut (mdni), fluff

pairings | jeon jungkook x fem!reader

warnings | reader being a dom (just slightly), jk begs, p in v, kind of dirty talk, hand job, bit of rough sex, nipple sucking, strong language, i think that's all

wc | 4k+

notes | this is my first time writing smut or anything in general. so i'm hoping that even though i'm inexperienced you guys will still love and enjoy this

Jungkook was ramming you from behind - doggy style. Each thrust hits that golden spot for you. Jungkook never slowed down his pace; fucking you like it was going to be the last time.

You were in this position for a while now, your body was getting tired. You breathlessly spoke, "Baby, please. I'm getting numb. Let me lay down." Jungkook saw the way your legs were trembling, and it was not by pleasure. He wanted to be mean and say that you can handle it, but he was in a giving mood.

He pulled out, watching the way your pussy was clenching at the loss of his dick; Jungkook smirked. He flipped your body, so you were facing him. Your face was relieved, and you were happy that your aching limbs gets to rest. But without a second thought, Jungkook shoved his thick cock into you. Your head leaned back at the sudden occurrence. Your back arched, breast touching his chest. After a few seconds your body fell down, Jungkook's as well; his body slumping on top of yours. Your guy's body is connected in a missionary position.

He looked deeply into your eyes, loving the glow swirling around your irises. With his dick still inside you, he gave you a quick kiss; hands holding both sides of your face. "Is this better for you, baby?" You smiled warmly at him, thankful for the sweet boyfriend you have. You wrapped your arms around his neck and opened your legs wider. You tilted your head up; lips meeting his pierced ear, and you whispered, "Now fuck me, Jungkook."

When those words had spilled out of your mouth, Jungkook, in an instant, fucked you like a dog in heat. The sound of his skin clapping onto your plump ass and thigh echoed throughout the room. Your desirable moans turned his brain to mush. Jungkook was sent into a frenzy.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" The pleasure your lover was giving you was so euphoric. Feeling his hard length going in and out of you. His balls slapping your back hole, weirdly giving you extra pleasure. Your wetness as a natural lube. The sweat causes a stickiness to your guy's skin. His tip hitting your g-spot. You loved all of it. You felt like you were in another world every time you two fucked.

Jungkook leaned his head back, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape, reeling in the feeling of you. He feels the way your nails dig and scratch his back. He feels the way you move your pussy up and down like you want more than what he's already giving you. The way you clench around his every time he hits your sweet spot. He hears the sinful sounds leaving your mouth. The slickness you provide for him. Your warm wet walls caging his raging dick. Jungkook truly felt like you were his utopia.

You looked at Jungkook. His face contorted with absolute sex. You watch the way his mouth groans out vulgar words. His eyes screwed shut, only focusing on the pleasure he's giving you and himself. You looked down at his abdomen, seeing the way his abs flexed at every slap. Jungkook always looked handsome to you, but when he's in this state, he's the sexiest fucker on this planet.

You untied your arms from his body and moved them down to his chest. You never really focused on your lovers' nipples, but when your hands grazed them, you saw the way Jungkook slightly shivered.

It gave you a thought. You pushed your hands on his abs, indicating for him to stop, and sat up. Jungkook looked at you with confusion; hands resting on your knees. He cocked his head to the side, "What's wrong, babe? Not feeling well?" You didn't spare him a glance; your eyes only focusing on his hard nipples. "No, nothing's wrong. I was just wondering if I can suck on them?" You pointed at his chest.

Jungkook's head faintly jerked back. This was new. It was always him sucking on your nipples, not the other way around. He stared at you, seeing if you were serious about this. Jungkook showcased a small downward smile. He saw your eyes clouded with lust staring at his nipples.

You were about to say something, but Jungkook crashed his body on yours; swiftly placed your mouth on his. You tried pushing him off, wanting an answer, but he only held you closer; demanding that you shut up and kiss him back.

You can never really say no to Jungkook, so you closed your eyes and fell prey to his touch. Without really realizing you climbed on his lap and somewhere in the middle you sunk yourself into his slick dick. You guys were fucking, but this time more slow-paced. You tangled yourself with him. Your arms around his shoulder, his around your torso; his hands resting on your ass. Legs wrapped around his body - crisscross style.

"Shit, baby, you feel so good." You moaned at his words. "Wanna be inside you forever. Inside this sweet, beautiful pussy of yours." You tucked your face in the crook of his neck; you were blushing. Jungkook chuckled at your actions, "Adorable."

You love fucking slow, but you wanted to be fucked hard. "Jungkook, please. I want it harder." you whimpered. Your wish is his command; fuck you hard, he shall. Your body started bouncing roughly on his dick. You were a mess; head leaned back, hair sticking to your forehead because of the sweat, arms barely holding on, toes curled, ass started feeling numb from the constant slapping, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Jungkook loved this sight of you. He loved the reason behind your messy exterior. He saw your neck blank; thought of an idea that involves painting you. He attached his lips to your damp neck and started coloring you. It was a little hard for him, fucking you hard and sucking on your neck at the same time, but he didn’t care if it meant that you were on cloud 9. He littered your neck with blue and purple hues, each a different size.

You couldn’t handle all the things Jungkook was doing to you. It was too much; your body felt pleasure in many areas. You were close, and Jungkook noticed. Your pussy holding him hard. Jungkook sucked some air in through his teeth; he felt like you were going to cut off his dick. He wanted you to reach your high, even though you were holding him, hostage, he fucked you hard. And to add more to your pleasure, he brought his thumb down to your cilt and did figure 8’s around them.

You felt like you were being attacked. It was so much to bare, you reached your climax and held onto Jungkook for dear life. Jungkook analyzed the way your body shook as you came. The way you held him so tight he felt like he was turning purple. Your pussy clenching and unclenching around his dick. Your shaky moans echo in his brain. He knows that you’re all fucked out.

Once your high died, you realize that Jungkook hadn’t cum with you. You pulled away immediately and stammered, “W-why? Why… Why didn’t you cum with me? Did you not feel good?” You felt bad that you were the only one who came; your eyes getting teary.

Jungkook saw the distress painting your face. He gently held your face between his hands. “No, baby. I felt so good. You were such a good girl for me.” Jungkook let go of you and sprawled his legs on the messed up sheets of your bed, and leaned back. One hand slightly behind holding his weight and the other traveling up his chest. “I just thought I should wait to cum. I wanted to grant your wish on sucking these,” Jungkook rubbed his hard nipples, “I want you to pleasure me, baby.”

Your breathing was heavy; you were nervous. “I don’t know what to do.” Jungkook grabbed your arm, so there were only inches between you two. “Just think about how I suck yours and copy.”

“Easier said than done. Jungkook your mouth is skillful.”

“So is yours. The way your mouth does wonders to my cock. Very skillful in my book.”

You wanted to suck his nipples badly, but you didn’t really think about how you’ll do it. Jungkook saw the hesitation you were displaying. He was growing a bit restless. “Baby, hurry before my dick goes limp.”

You stared up at your boyfriend, and he barked, “Suck them, ____.” You dived your head to his chest and did open-mouthed kisses on them. Jungkook took a sharp breath in, "Shit!" He brought one of his hands to your nape, gently massaging the area as you sucked him. The other wrapped around his pulsating cock, pumping it at a slow pace.

Your eyes were closed, focusing on the pleasure you were giving your boyfriend. When you swirled your tongue around his perky bud, you heard the way Jungkook let out a low groan. You opened your eyes to take a peek, and what you saw made you wet.

Jungkook had his head leaned back, the only view in sight was his Adam's apple. You saw the way his beads of sweat rolled down at every groan. You saw the way his throat danced at every gulp taken. The way his throat turns red at every passing second. You've never seen this sight of him; it was a huge turn-on.

You wanted to hear - see more of him in this state. You noticed that his other friend was getting neglected, so brought your hand up, and took him between your two fingers; pinching him hard.

Jungkook whipped his head down and yelped at the sudden act. You took his breath by surprise. He stared at you speechless; he hissed, "What the hell was that?" You halted your deed, anxious that what you did you a bad mistake. You looked at Jungkook and murmured, "Did I hurt you? 'm sorry, babe. I won't do it again."

Jungkook saw the way you were on edge. He didn't mean to sound rude. It's just the action really took him by surprise, and Jungkook was slightly embarrassed by how it kind of felt nice. His face flushed by the remembering feeling; he turned his head right, scratching his neck. Jungkook gulped, "No... You didn't hurt me." Your eyes bugged out a little bit. You watched Jungkook's face grow red by the minute. You smiled, he looks so cute to you.

You placed your hands on his thighs. "Okay? Did I do something wrong then?" Jungkook shook his head no. You were confused, "Okay, then what happened?" Jungkook was too embarrassed to voice out the reason. There was a silence roaming the room. You tried to get a better look at his face. "You have to tell me something, Jungkook."

Jungkook turned his head to you and meekly confessed, "I liked it." Your smile grew wide; you exclaimed, "That's all?" You started giggling at the situation. Jungkook got shy and hid his face in his hands. "Don't laugh."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby." You reached out and pulled his hands away from his face. You got close to your boyfriend's face; your guy's lips brushing against each other. "So, this feels good?" Your hands went back to its previous destination and tugged his hard bud. Jungkook bit his lip hard, containing his moans, almost drawing blood. He gave you a small nod to your question.

Your free hand dragged his bottom lip down. "Don't be quiet for me." Right then and there, Jungkook's head fell back, and he let out one of the loudest moans you heard escape him. In response, you moved your head down and did kitten licks to his other pink bud.

Jungkook felt so intoxicated by this new feeling. He needed more. He bent his head down and pleaded to you, "Please, don't lick. I want you to suck me like you did earlier. Suck me hard." You smirked against his chest. But before doing so, you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on his leaking cock. You smiled at him with excitement, "Just to add more love."

Jungkook loves this side of you. He loves the way you look at him with much domination. He loves the way you touch him with so much eagerness. He loves the way you pleasure him like you were the top in this relationship. He loves everything in this moment.

Jungkook grinned at you and pumped his cock with excitement. He'll do whatever you want him to. You went back and gave him the hard sucking he wished for. Jungkook moaned like a bitch; he would've thought it was embarrassing, but right now, he doesn't care. Jungkook was moaning like there was no tomorrow, so you thought you should do the same thing. You moaned against his nipple, causing the vibration to shoot through him. He shuddered at the feeling.

The hand job he was giving himself, the moaning and sucking on one nipple, and the tugging on the other were making him see stars. He now knows why girls love their tits sucked so much. You were the cause of his euphoria.

Jungkook's body started twitching, signifying that he was close. He cried out, "Please, baby. More. More. I'm close." And just as you were asked, you fastened the speed you were going and gave your lover more. "Ahh..... Fuck! ____, I'm right there!"

Jungkook let go of his cock so he could grip your shoulders. You felt his fingers drilling holes through your skin. He was cumming hard and fast. A popping sound came the moment you detached your mouth from his nipple. You watched the way Jungkook's body quivered when his high was subsiding; body tense. His moans were shaky; beads of sweat falling to the ruined sheets. You looked down to see the warm, white liquid covering your thigh, some even on your bare torso.

Once everything was calm, you lifted up your boyfriend's head and kissed him. You guys kissed so hungrily, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance, moans being swallowed by each other, but in the end, he still was the one to top.

Jungkook pulled away breathlessly, not just by the kissing, but by way you sucked him so good. He stared into your eyes and praised, "You did so well, baby. You made me feel like I was on cloud 9. God, why didn't we do this sooner?" You both chuckled at the last bit. You gave him a quick kiss and proclaimed, "It doesn't matter. We have all the time in the world. I'll gladly suck - not only your delicious cock, but that divine set of twins you got."

Jungkook leaned his head back at your words. "Fuck, you're getting me hard. Don't talk like that." He got up and grinned when an idea popped up in his head. "Actually, let's take this in the bathroom. Start our round two while washing up."

You giggled at the idea. And just as you were about to get up, you said, "I love you, Jungkook." Jungkook picked you up bridal style and kissed your forehead, "Not as much as I love you, ____. End of discussion. And if you still want to argue about who loves who more, let's do it in the bathroom."

You bellied out a laugh, making Jungkook all tingly inside. "Okay, fine. But this time you have to suck mine."

"Your wish is my command, my queen."

Kiss Me Better | JJK

excerpt | jungkook said some really mean things to you when you started coming home so late. when he realizes how horrible he was, he tried making it up to you.

genre | angst, fluff, hurt /comfort

pairing | jeon jungkook x fem!reader

warnings | strong language, unintentional manhandle, jk being a jerk in the beginning, reader puts him in his place, lots of crying, hating oneself

wc | 4k+

notes | i tried my best to make something emotional, and i'm hoping it turned out well :)

It was around ten at night and you still weren't home. This has been going on for about a week now, and Jungkook is tired of it. He wanted answers as to why you were always late.

He was sitting in the living room with his legs bouncing, waiting for you to come home. He was anxious to thrust this issue onto you, but he felt like you were neglecting him; that maybe you might be cheating. Jungkook was never one to judge your faithfulness, but ever since you started coming home late every possible idea started popping up in his head. And when he tried talking to you about it, you would wave him off saying that you're tired.

Jungkook heard the familiar car beep. He got up instantly and trudged his way near the end of the entryway. He saw the doorknob twist open to reveal the fatigued woman he called "his". He watched you take off your shoes and place them on the shoe rack, throwing your work purse on the entryway table. It wasn't until you were steps away that you noticed your lover at the end of the hall.

Your body perked up at the sight of your boyfriend. You dragged your feet to Jungkook and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Hey, baby." But before Jungkook had time to greet you back, you were already sprawled out on the couch. Jungkook made a face of disdain to himself; how could you treat him like this. He felt hurt by your action. He took a minute to compose himself; he didn't want to confront you with rage coursing through his body.

Once he was calm, Jungkook made a beeline to you. He saw that your eyes were already closed; you looked very exhausted. He wanted to leave you alone, that he will have this conversation with you some other time, but he thought against it. Jungkook cleared his throat, making you open your eyes. You did a light stretch on the couch. "What is it, babe?" Jungkook took a shape inhale, "I want to talk to you."

You instantly sat up. In your four years of dating, Jungkook rarely says the words "I want to talk to you.", every time they get spoken, they would usually lead to arguments. Your attention was wide awake; you were getting nervous about what this conversation might lead to. "What is it, Jungkook?"

Jungkook clenched his jaw, tightening his facial muscles. With gritted teeth, Jungkook seethed, "I want to know why you've been coming home so late now?" You were shocked, to say the least. You knew that coming home so late would bring suspicion to your boyfriend, but you didn't think that he would be this angry.

"Umm... I..." You didn't know what to say to him. You wanted to tell him the reason, but you didn't want to ruin the surprise. Jungkook didn't like the fact that you were hesitating. You were always honest with him, never afraid to be blunt. "Why the hell are you hesitating, ____? You're fucking some other man, aren't you?" he yelled.

Your body jolted at his interrogation. His words were harsh, sending goosebumps through your body. You didn't like his assumption of you cheating. You stood up and questioned, "You think I'm cheating on you?" Your voice was laced with warning; warning that if he thought that way of you, you wouldn't be afraid to stand your ground.

One thing that Jungkook would never admit, is that every time you gave him this certain type of tone, he feels like being buried six feet under. Jungkook gulped down some spit that he didn't know was being harbored. "I don't know. You could be." You scoffed at his words, "Fuck you. I don't have time for this. I'm going to bed." You turned your body in the direction of the bedroom.

As you started walking, you heard Jungkook hysterically laughing. He growled, "Fuck me? No, fuck you, ____!" Before you halted your movement, Jungkook stomped his way to you and tightly latched his hand to your wrist, pulling you towards him. You yelped at the sudden action, pain taking hold of your arm. Jungkook immediately lets go. He was about to apologize, but you beat the gun.

You pushed him to the carpeted floor, holding your wrist to your heart. Tears started welling up. Never in a million years did you think Jungkook would say those things to you. The physical pain could not compare to the pain you were feeling emotionally. You cried out to him, "You wanna know why I've been coming home so late? You wanna know why I'm always so tired?" At this point, your tears were freely flowing. Jungkook was on the floor, not moving an inch, but he so badly wanted to wipe your tears away.

You bellowed, "It's not because I'm fucking some other man, Jungkook! It's because I took in overtime at work! I took in some extra hours to earn more money for our trip!" Jungkook was stunned at your confession. Shame taking its place in his heart. How could he accuse you of cheating? How could he say those hurtful things to you?

You softly added, "Do you remember two weeks ago, when we were talking about our parents? You had missed yours so badly because you hadn't seen them in months. You wanted to go visit them, but we didn't have the money." Jungkook started crying; he was starting to realize your reason. You faced the other way, not wanting to see Jungkook cry. You knew if you did, you would fall prey to him. He hurt you, and you didn't want to fall so easily.

Jungkook cried harder, and hearing him, so did you. You tried containing any sound leaving your mouth, coming out muffled. You sniffled, "I wanted to surprise you this Sunday. I was going to buy the tickets and book the hotel room tomorrow. I didn't want to tell you this way." Jungkook was biting his lips so hard when you were talking; he almost drew blood. When he felt your presence fading, he shot up and gently looped his arms around your torso.

He cried to you, tears falling on your shoulders, making your shirt damp. "Baby, I'm so-" You intervened, "Stop." You unhooked his arms apart. "Just stop, Jungkook. I'm tired." Jungkook shook his head vigorously. He wanted you to know how shameful he feels; apologize until you're tired of hearing it. "____, please. I'm so sorry."

You whipped your body around, facing him. You demanded, "Shut up, Jungkook! I said I'm tired, okay? We'll talk about this later." And after your ending sentence, you marched your way to the bedroom, not giving Jungkook a second to respond.

You plopped yourself on the shared bed, taking off your clothing, only leaving you in your underwear. You would've loved to have Jungkook wrap his arms around you while you went to sleep, but right now you just wanted to be alone. It only took a few minutes for your tears to start flowing again, and this time you didn't stop them. You let the tears, the darkness, and the warmth of the blanket lull you to sleep.

Jungkook on the other hand, was sitting on the couch pondering about his actions - his words. He hated himself for what he did. The way he talked to you, the way he gripped your wrist with so much force, the way he doubted your faithfulness; accused you of cheating. You are everything to him. He would move hell and heaven if you demanded it. You could say the vilest insult to him, throw your hardest punch and he'll still run back to you. He would do anything and everything just for you, but at the moment he didn't deserve you. You were the light of his life, but he knew that tonight he had dimmed you.

You woke up with the biggest headache. You haven't felt like this in years, so emotionally drained. The last time was when you had officially cut off ties with your mother. She never really approved of Jungkook, always calling him a bad influence. She was the type of person to judge the exterior before knowing what was on the inside. Hating Jungkook is an understatement, she loathed him.

You love your mother, but all the things she said about Jungkook stirred you away from appreciating her presence. He didn't want you to cut communications with her, but it was not only for him but for your sanity. The longer you kept in contact, the more you'll start going crazy about her foolish assumptions about your boyfriend. It was hard cutting her off, but it was definitely needed.

You rolled off of the bed, not caring that you were basically nude. You stumbled your way to the door, wanting to go to the bathroom. When you opened the door, you found Jungkook laying right against the beige wall. His appearance was rugged. His hair sticking up from every angle, and the faint smell of beer, he was still wearing the same clothes from last night.

Your heart tingled at the feeling that Jungkook must have stayed out here for you, wanting to be close to you, but also giving you your space. But then the reoccurring memory from last night punched its way through your brain. You slammed the door, stirring Jungkook awake. For a split second, Jungkook thought lighting came striking down to their house. His body jumped from the sudden bang, hitting his head against the wall in the process. He rubbed the sore area, hoping the action would ease the pain.

He didn't know what happened. He looked around the area for anything that might have caused the loud sound. But then he heard shuffling on the other side of the door. Jungkook got up without a second thought and was about to knock. His fist hovered the wooden entrance. He wanted to knock, but he was scared. After everything that he had done, he was worried that you wouldn't want to see him again.

Moments go by until Jungkook finally knocked on the door. "Baby?" he softly said. "Baby, can I come in?" He waited for your response, but all that answered him was silence. He clenched and unclenched his fists. Jungkook has never felt this nervous. He took a deep breath, "I'm gonna come in, ____. Okay?" He tapped his fingers against his thigh a few times, trying to calm the bundle of nerves. With one more deep breath, Jungkook carefully opened the bedroom door.

In his line of sight, Jungkook saw you curled up in the bed, the blanket hugging your body for security. He saw the throw pillows along with your clothes scattered across the floor; the whole atmosphere was messy. You were always the clean one in the relationship, so the fact that you couldn't care for the unkempt room made Jungkook more nervous than he already was.

Jungkook tried navigating his way to you, but he still wound up stepping on your clothes. When he got to you, he sat on the edge of the bed next to you silently. None of you guys peeped a word; the air was tense. You wanted to speak to him first, to yell at him for his absurdity, but you're also stubborn. So, you waited for Jungkook to talk first. Jungkook knew how you were; he knew that you were itching to say something first, but you were headstrong on finishing last.

He took it in himself to speak first. "____, I want to tell you how incredibly sorry I am, and that I regret everything that I had said." He looked at your covered figure with much sorrow. He wanted to see your beautiful face, even if you were to give him the most angered look. "Baby, can you please look at me?" You meekly spoke, "No."

A few tears threatened to escape his eyes. Jungkook took a deep breath and brought out his hand to cup your face. He slowly turned your head to face him, and you made no retaliation to his actions. Your face showed no emotion, but Jungkook saw the pain swimming in your eyes. He hurt you deeply, and he hurt you hard. "Please, know how sorry I am."

You took his hand away from your face. You rolled your eyes; you were tired of hearing it. "I know how sorry you are, Jungkook. I can see from your body language, your facial expression. I can hear it in your voice, okay? I know... So, please stop saying it." He nodded his head, understanding what you were saying. "I'm sor-"

"Jungkook!" you warned. "If all you're going to do is say sorry, then leave me alone." You went back to your previous position, trying to ignore your boyfriend's presence. He definitely knows how to push your buttons. Jungkook didn't want to leave this situation alone like this; he wanted to make it better. So, he said the first thing that came to mind, "Tell me where I hurt you, and I'll kiss it better."

You jested his words, "Kiss it better? Seriously?" Jungkook couldn't see your face, but by the tone of your words, he knew that the idea was stupid. But stupid or not Jungkook wanted to make you feel better. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Yeah. It can be a start, right?" You took a minute to reel in the idea. It could maybe be a start.

You clicked your tongue and brought your wrist to his face. Without facing Jungkook, you demanded, "It didn't bruise, but you really hurt me here. So... kiss it." Jungkook gave a tiny smile; he was happy that you were open to his idea. He carefully grabbed your arm, making sure to not touch the area he has hurt you. Jungkook's soft touch sent small currents through your body. He brought your pained wrist to his lips and placed small but mellow kisses on them. Afterward, Jungkook rubbed the area with his thumb, hoping that it would soothe the pain.

He docile his voice, "Where else?" You were thinking of a place where he should kiss next, and during that time you positioned your body forward. Jungkook watched you readjust your body; you had looked so cute to him.

You looked at Jungkook with a stern expression, and said, "My ears, from hearing you talk shit to me." Jungkook invisibly flinched at your words, but a slight hint of grimace surfaced. He bent down to you and positioned his lips to your ear. He gave you a kiss, and the small smack of the contact rang. With his lips pressed against your ear, Jungkook quietly spoke, "Tell me more, baby. Where else are you hurt?" His breath shadowed your skin, leaving you dumb.

When you stayed quiet, Jungkook got a little concerned. He lifted his head up, his face inches away from yours. "Baby?" You saw the worriedness etched into his face, creating crease lines on his skin. He placed his forehead on yours and stared deeply into your eyes. He could still see that you were angry, but slowly he saw a bit of softness take place. You didn't want to admit that your boyfriend's idea was proving right, but his gentle kisses were so hard to ignore. It's like Jungkook has this magic spell where you could never say no.

You gulped down some spit, you didn't want to choke when you talked. "My eyes. You made them painstakingly teary." You had closed your eyes for Jungkook to kiss. He took a second to stare at them. Even with your eyes closed, you could still make out the redness around them. The more he looked, the more Jungkook hated himself for your pain. With each kiss of your eyelids, Jungkook had closed his, projecting his pain to himself.

When it was done, Jungkook remorsefully uttered, "____ - baby... I'm so sorry. Ev-" You interjected, "I have one more place that I want you to kiss better." Jungkook replied, "Of course. I'll kiss wherever you want." You slightly sat up; your upper back pressed against the headboard of your guy's bed. You choked, "Kiss my heart. Out of all the places you have hurt me, my heart hurts the most." You didn't want to sound choked, but you couldn't help it. "Please, kiss me better, Jungkook." you cried.

Jungkook's heart panged harshly at your pained confession. He started crying; his heart broke into a million pieces. The one place where he vowed to not hurt at the start of your guy's relationship, he did. You tried watching your boyfriend intensely, but your tears were blurring your vision.

Jungkook moved his hand to the blanket that was still covering you. It slid down and your breast was fully seen. Usually, Jungkook would be surprised at your nudity when he wasn't expecting it, but right now, all that Jungkook could see - could focus on was the area that your heart resided in. He looped one arm around your bare torso, gently pulling you towards him, and the other rested along your back.

He kissed your heart with so much tenderness. He cried while doing so, his tears falling on your bare skin. You couldn't stop the waterworks once his soft lips landed on you. Jungkook kept kissing you, hoping that each kiss took away the pain he had caused, but the more he did the more you cried. He had hurt you too much that even the kisses couldn't heal you.

Jungkook moved his head away from your chest and fully grabbed you. He hugged you tightly, just letting you cry your pain out to him. He didn't know what to say, all he could really do was comfort you. Jungkook placed one of his hands on your nape, while the other did long comforting strokes on your back. You heard Jungkook trying to shush you, not in a mean way, but to relax you, but it didn't work.

What felt like hours were only minutes, you had finally calmed down. You pulled away from Jungkook. You spotted a big wet mark on his shirt. You apologized profusely for making his shirt dirty. Jungkook only laughed; he didn't care that your snot and tears - possibly your saliva were on his shirt, hell, he wouldn't care if you even threw up on him. All that he cared about right now was how you were feeling.

You were about to wipe your face on your arm, but you didn't have a shirt on. "I'm sorry, I look horrible right now." Jungkook shook his head at your words. "You don't have to be sorry. You don't look horrible right now. To me, you look beautifully messy." You blushed at his compliment. "Yeah, but I still have snot and tears all over my face."

Jungkook sarcastically rolled his eyes. He jumped off of the bed and stood in front of you. He bundled his shirt up to his chest and carefully pulled you towards him. You were confused at first, but then you realized he was going to wipe your face with his shirt - like a mother. When he did, Jungkook shrugged, "It's already dirty, so, don't worry about it. Plus, nothing like a few more bodily fluids, right?" You felt like laughing at his rhetorical question, but all you could feel was the guilt for ruining your boyfriend's shirt.

Jungkook chucked his dirty shirt on the messy floor and climbed into bed with you. He hesitated on pulling you close to him; he didn't want to push any boundaries you might have set on him. "Is it okay if I hold you?" Instead of answering his question, you pulled him towards you. You buried your face in his chest. You wanted Jungkook to hold but he wasn't. You murmured against his skin, "Why aren't you holding me?"

"I didn't know if I was supposed to." You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's build. "Well, I want you to hold me." And like so, Jungkook held you close. He buried his face in your hair, breathing in your intoxicating scent. If Jungkook were to die right now, he would die a happy man; being in your arms, breathing you in is all he could ever ask for.

Before speaking Jungkook licked his lips, "____, I want to tell - shit! Babe, ow!" You had kicked Jungkook to further stop his sentence. "Like I said before, if you're going to keep apologizing then please leave. Because honestly, babe, I'm really tired of hearing you say that." Jungkook chuckled at your annoyance. "I wasn't going to apologize if that makes you happy. I was going to say how regretful I am to accuse you of cheating. How regretful I am of gripping you hard on the wrist. Cursing and yelling at you. I regret everything that happened last night."

You held Jungkook tighter to you. In situations similar to this, Jungkook was always the one comforting you; you were the stubborn one in the relationship. It was kind of hard being on the opposite side. You tried your best of comforting Jungkook, but you couldn't really do it physically, that spectrum resides for Jungkook.

So, you did what you do best, you comforted him verbally. "I know I can't ask you to feel a certain way, but know this, Jungkook," You lifted your head up to him, and expressed, "Everything that happened last night could never erase my four years of love for you. What you did to me definitely hurt me, but you cannot shoulder all of this guilt. I also was at fault."

Jungkook pulled away slightly. He couldn't believe what he heard. He denied, "No! You did nothing wrong." You furrowed your brows. "But I did, Jungkook! If I hadn't kept this a secret... if I had just told you my reason for being out so long, we wouldn't be in this predicament. I should have told you, and for that, I'm sorry." Jungkook wanted to argue your statement, but the look on your face was pleading with him to forgive you.

Jungkook shimmied his way down to you, eyes meeting at the same level. He pushed some of your hair away from your face, tucking them behind your ear. Your beauty was something to treasure. Jungkook smiled, "You're so beautiful, baby. If you want me to forgive you, I need you to forgive me as well."

You lifted your pointer finger up when an idea came to mind. "One last request," Jungkook smirked, wondering what trick you have up your sleeve. You continued on, "Kiss me on the lips and I'll forgive you."

You didn't have to tell him twice. Jungkook smashed his lips on yours, taking you all in. He cupped your jaw in between his hands, holding you tightly. Your small moans drowning in your lover's mouth. Your wondering hands feel the toned muscles beneath your fingertips. Somewhere along the way, you climbed on top of Jungkook. The slight grinding you were doing on his lap made him jolt. He softly gripped your arms and pushed you away.

"Baby, I think we should stop, because if we continue this, I don't think I'll have the urge to control my craving." You jumped on his lap, taunting him. Jungkook wasn't having it, so, he switched your positions; you were laying underneath him, while he trapped you between his arms. "Didn't I say you should stop?" he growled.

All you did was grin like a kid who won a stuffed animal at a carnival. You wrapped your arms around Jungkook's - somewhat sweaty neck. God only knows how much you love this man. If a home was a person, he would be yours. You proclaimed, "I love you so much, Jungkook." Jungkook saw the love swirling in your irises; his heart swarmed with adoration for you. As a response, he said, "I love you, ___. I could never love anybody as much as I love you."

You guys kissed one more time before going back to cuddling. In the middle of basking in each other's presence, you blurted, "Oh god, we have to buy the tickets today. Not only that, but we also hav-" Jungkook placed his rough hand on top of your mouth. “Shhh... It's cuddle time, babe." You pushed his hand away and giggled. You wished there was a word more than love, maybe devotion, but you really love Jungkook.

End Of The Love Story | JJK

banner by @archivededits via @archivedkookie <3

excerpt | you fell in love with the new kid in class. the love blossomed to something so beautiful and yet so destroying. you destroyed him. years later and you both finally crossed paths. will there ever be a chance for that love to grow again?

genre | major angst, slight smut, minor fluff

pairing | jeon jungkook x fem!reader

warnings | bartender!jungkook, rich!reader, flashbacks between past and present, arranged marriage, strong language, emotional breakdowns, smoking, short descriptive smut, reader & jungkook hurting a lot, bittersweet ending

wc | 12k +

notes | the story is unedited, but hopefully there isn't grammar mistakes

Eight years ago (the first meeting)

You watched as the small timid boy make his way next to you. When he fully sat down, you finally took a good look at him. He was beautiful. From his big doe eyes to his well-sculpted chin. He had a long nose, but kissable; lips that pout when not intended, pink and soft. He has a mole under his lips, a scar on his cheek, and his skin was -

"I'm sorry, is there something on my face?" The boy interrupted your train of thought. You blurted out, "No. I'm sorry, that I was staring at you. Didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." The boy notices a tinge of red surfacing your cheeks. At that moment, embarrassment made a home in you. The boy reassured you that it was okay. He wondered about your name, “My name’s Jungkook. You?” With your cheeks still red, you answered, “____.” The boy smiled warmly at you, “____, that’s a pretty name.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden action. You faced forward trying to redirect your attention to the teacher, but all you could think of was the smile the boy displayed; the dimples making their debut, and its bunny-like appearance.

Present

You were finally free. Free of this marriage that has been brought upon you. Just an hour or so ago you were Mrs. Boyce, now you're not. You have been waiting for this moment for so long, and it's finally done.

You were making your way to your car when someone pulled you aside. You came face to face with your ex-husband. "Mason, what's wrong?" The man let go of your arm and hugged you. He quietly murmured, "Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to hug you one last time before I go." Even though you despised this marriage, you never hated Mason, actually, he was your rock. All those nights, days, and moments you had wanting him, missing him, needing him, Mason was always there comforting you. Just like you, Mason hated this marriage.

You hugged Mason for the last time. Tears started welling up, and you sniffled to him, "Thank you so much, Mason. For being there for me when I had no one." He gave you a big squeeze for your welcome. A few seconds later, the hug ended. Mason placed his hands between your chilled face and expressed, "I'll always be there for you, ____. Not physically, but.... spiritually?" You had your head leaned back laughing at his confusion. "Please, don't be afraid to give me a call." You shook your head and gave him your response, "I won't. Be safe, Mason." Your ex-husband gave you his infamous grin. "Will do."

You're here in a club called Jessamine with your best friend Becky. She wanted to celebrate your freedom by trying to get you laid, and part of that plan was going to a club. She dressed you up in skimpy lingerie that could pass as a dress. The outfit barely covers your ass; one wrong move and you can flash the whole club. If it was your choice, a nice knee-high bodycon dress would be great, but things never work out in your favor.

About 30 minutes into dancing and all you wanted right now was a cold hard drink. You turned to Becky shouting your departure, "Beck, I'm gonna go get a drink!" Still dancing she gave you a thumbs up. "Try finding a hot man to fuck, babe!" You laughed sarcastically, "Yeah, sure."

This club was jammed packed, with no room for movement. You pushed and shoved your way through the crowd until you finally reached the bar. You sat between a woman who looked like she was in her 40s and the other who was accompanied by a man, probably a couple. A bartender came up to you; his figure was tall but lean, had a goatee, and green eyes. He was quite handsome to you.

The bartender plopped his hands on the ledge of the counter and inquired, "Is there anything I can get you, ma'am?" You gasped; you placed your hand to your heart, "Ma'am? Do I look old?" The man before you chuckled, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I didn't want to address you something that you might not like.... like pretty lady." You smile at the man and asked for his name. "Carter," he replied.

"Well Carter, I would like a Vodka Gimlet - if that's possible." The bartender straightened himself up and responded, "Don't worry it is." You smiled and watched the man get to work. A few moments later the bartender offered you your drink. "Thank you, Carter."

He gave you a nod and did a light slap on the counter. "Well, I'm gonna go on my break. If you need anything," the man pointed at the other bartender a few chairs away, "Teo, would be able to help you." You gave the man a thumbs up and said, "Okay. Thank you again, Carter." You watch the man make his way to the back door.

He swung the door open, startling two people. "What the fuck, Carter! I'm doing something here." Carter leaned against the brick wall and dug in his pocket and took out a cigarette. "Yeah, I can see that. Now do you have a light?" The man beside him groaned, "I hate you sometimes." He pushed the girl off of him signing her to go back inside. The man reached inside his back pocket and lit Carter's cigarette.

Carter inhaled the stick and let out a puff of smoke. He dropped his hand down and asked, "Who's the chick?" The man shrugged, "Don't know. Just grabbed the nearest girl and dragged her out here." A moment of silence was taken, the only sound heard was the busy streets at the front of the club.

The man pushed himself off the wall and made his way to the door, but before he had the chance to go back inside, Carter intervened, "Ah Jay, there's this hot chick at the bar. I don't know if she's taken or not, but she is by herself. Kind of thought you when I saw her." The man cocked his head to the side, "What are you saying?" Carter smirked at the man, "What I'm saying is that maybe you should try and get her number." The man opened his mouth to say something, but Carter stopped him, "If you're thinking about what she looks like, you'll know when you see her. Now get the fuck inside, your shift is starting."

The man grumbled at the thought of Carter. "Asshole. Fucking interrupting me." He sulked his way to the bar getting ready for his shift. Teo greeted him, giving the man a quick fist bump. He stationed himself and got ready to take a customer's order.

"Hello, sir. Anything I can get you?" And right before he could get the man's order, he heard a familiar laugh. He whipped his head in the direction of the sound, and his heart dropped. Just sitting a few chairs away was the woman who broke him.

He wanted to run, to hide, he would do anything to be away from you. He was frozen in fear, shaking from the inside out. "Hey!" The customer shouted, "Hello, are you listening? I want my fucking drink now!"

You heard the commotion a few feet away from you. And since you're human, you were curious. You turned your attention away from Becky and to the shouting. What you saw was something you didn't expect in a million years, Jeon Jungkook. The boy you fell in love with, the man you're still in love with.

You guys made eye contact; an unspeakable feeling of confusion running wild. You got up, ignoring the weird stare from Becky, but before making any movements toward Jungkook, he ran. You saw him run through the back door, pushing everybody without care.

Taking the first step to him, Becky uttered, "Where are you going?" She had her hand wrapped around your arm. You gently pushed them off and said, "I'll be right back." Before Becky had the chance to say something you speed walked your way to the door.

Just mere feet away from the exit, it swung open. Carter stepped into the club reeking of Tobacco. You were surprised by the sudden appearance. "Cater!" He gave a tight-lipped smile, wondering what you were doing back here. "Ma'am, you're not supposed to go back here."

As a response, you frantically explained, "I'm sorry. I'm very sorry, but someone I know went back here, and I haven't seen them in years." Carter furrowed his brows; he asked, "Do they work here?" You swallowed in some air and took a deep breath. "Umm... I think so. His name is Jungkook." Carter was getting confused by the second; he's never heard of that name before. He apologized, "I'm sorry, who?"

You were getting impatient with Carter. So, you pushed him aside, not caring about if you were being rude or not. You busted the door open and saw him crouched down with his face between his hands. The door slammed shut, startling you. You looked at the man in front of you with much sadness. With a heavy heart, you whispered, "Jungkook."

The screaming wind drowned out your voice, but even so, he heard. It's been two years since he last heard your voice, two years since he heard his name leave your lips. He slowly lifted his head up, and you saw his tear-stained face staring at you. Your heart stopped at the look he was giving you; hatred was all he was displaying. You wish to take all his pain and throw it at the nearest star, but you couldn't, especially since you were the cause of it.

Jungkook stood up, and you noticed how his build got bigger. He was definitely working out. You were never scared him, however, right now you were. He was not the same man as before - you know that, but you still hoped he hadn't changed.

Jungkook on the other hand, thought the opposite; you had gotten smaller. Not physically, but mentally. Your aura seemed scared and quiet, a complete 180 from before. He wanted to hold you - protect you, but he wouldn't. Jungkook could never forget what you did to him.

He laced his tongue with venom, and spat out, "Why the fuck are you here?" You flinched at his words. You deserve it - you know you deserve it, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. Your heart started beating faster, and you tried controlling your breathing, but one could know that you were having a hard time keeping calm. You put your shaky hand to your heart and trembled, "I didn't know you worked here. I came here with my friend to celebrate."

Jungkook stayed quiet and you took that as a sign to continue on, "I came here to celebrate my divorce." Jungkook was taken aback by your sentence. Divorce... it ranged in his head. He'd never thought you would get a divorce. "You got a divorce?" You nodded shyly, "This morning actually. Everything was done and finalized this morning."

Jungkook gulped down some spit he didn't know he was harboring. He wanted to be happy, he was waiting for this moment, but he couldn't find it in himself to be. Jungkook took a few steps back, giving himself more space. You stood there watching him pondering his thoughts.

You took this time to fully analyze him. His hair was longer, reaching close to his shoulders, almost in a mullet style. Two piercings were placed on his face, and tattoos littered his right arm; knuckles all the way up to his shoulder. It's only been two years; how did his appearance change so much? Never once has Jungkook said anything about getting facial piercings or tattoos. At this moment, you wanted the old Jungkook back. You were selfish - so selfish; you have no right to think that, but you couldn't help it.

"Why'd you come here to celebrate? Ready to find a new man for you to break?" You scoffed at his questions, "Are you serious?" Jungkook knew he was being mean, but he didn't care. "Of course, I'm being serious. You broke it off with me easily, and then you got married - only for you to divorce two years later. And what's the first thing you do... you go to a fucking club! Single people go to clubs to get fucking drunk and sleep with people they don't even know."

You felt your heart swell with pain; you felt so offended. "Is that what you think I am? A slut?" Jungkook seemed unfazed by your pain. He shrugged his shoulders and remarked, "I don't know, it's been two years. You could be... I mean look at the fucking outfit you're wearing. It's like you're asking for it." You slapped him; you have never slapped Jungkook before. And without a second thought, your tears came streaming down. Jungkook watched you as you tried wiping them away. The tears and snot came running down; you were hiccupping and whimpering at the pain Jungkook shoved at you.

For a split second, Jungkook regretted his words, but he shook off the thought. If he was a monster, his only reason would be that you made him into one.

Still crying, you bellowed out, "Yeah, you're right! It has been two years. Because in just that period, you've become someone unrecognizable! An asshole!" You dropped down to the cold and dirty concrete floor and wailed. You didn't care if people were to hear you; you didn't care if people thought you were crazy. All that you could care for, and feel was the immense agony shooting throughout your body. "And to think I still love you!"

Jungkook felt himself staggering; he was angry about what you said. He growled out, "Love? You say you love me, but you left me! You left our relationship! You left everything! You left our five years of love so quickly... so easily. I have every right to be a fucking asshole, ____! I fought for us when you didn't."

You shot your head up, and yelled, "You're wrong!" Jungkook started laughing. He bent down to your level and challenged you. "I'm wrong?" You threatened back, "You're wrong. I did fight for us." You sent glares at Jungkook, as he did too. No words were exchanged, but the spitefulness radiated off of each other.

A few seconds later, Jungkook got up. He looked down at you and decided, "I'm not gonna fight with you. Everything that has happened is in the past." He started making his way to the door, but before he placed his hand on the knob, he added, "But know this, ____, you're fucking dead to me." And with that, he left you alone on the cold April night.

Seven years ago (the confession)

Jungkook was sitting in his car, waiting patiently for your tutoring to end. He had his head resting on the steering wheel contemplating whether he should tell you his feelings or not. He's been thinking about it for three weeks and thought today is the day, but like a lot of people, he has the last-minute jitters.

When the anxiety became unbearable, Jungkook stepped out of his car to take a breath of fresh air. He took deep breaths to calm his racing heart. He dug in his pocket to check the time on his phone; four more minutes till you're out. He spent the next minute stretching for reasons he doesn't know. When he got back in the car, he downed the leftover water from earlier and threw the empty plastic in the back.

A few moments later and you were finally exiting the school, along with a few other people. Jungkook watched the way you smiled at the girl next to you, deep in the conversation. It made his heart warm seeing you smile.

You made your way to his car, exhaling the tiredness from today. You swiftly turned your body to give Jungkook a hug. With your body fully back on the seat, you sighed, "Thank you, Jungkook, for picking me up." He gave you a small smile, "No worries." You buckled yourself, ready to be taken home, but you noticed that Jungkook hadn't made the slightest move to leave. "Jungkook, are you okay?" He turned to you and whispered, "I umm... have something I want to say to you."

You got a little worried that something might've happened. "What is it? Are you okay?" Jungkook shook his head at your questions; he informed, "I'm okay. Nothing to worry about," he took a deep breath and continued, "I have just been feeling something for a while now, and I thought today should be a good time to tell you." You gave Jungkook a look to tell him to continue.

When Jungkook opened his mouth, all that came out was a shaky breath. He brought his head down from embarrassment, "I'm sorry." You giggled at his nervousness. You grabbed his hands and assured him, "It's okay. Take all the time you need." Jungkook took another deep breath, and screwed his eyes shut, scared of what facial expression you were to make; he admitted, "____, I like you... like really like you." You let go of Jungkook's hands, causing his eyes to open. He spouts out, "It's fine if you can't replicate my feelings back! I just don't wan-"

You grabbed Jungkook's face between your hands and cut him off with a kiss, and just as quickly you pulled apart. Jungkook was in a state of shock, he didn't know what happened, or why it happened. Since your hands still held Jungkook's face, you gently caressed his cheeks to bring him back down to earth. You softly spoke, "I can replicate your feelings back. I like you, Jungkook - possibly even more than you do."

Jungkook's eyes bugged out from your confession. Never in a million years would he think you had feelings for him. He pointed to himself, "Me? You like me?" You took your hands off his face and waved them around, "I like you, Jungkook! Ever since you transferred to my class, I have liked you severely. Was my kiss not obvious?" Jungkook starts chuckling at the turn of events; he rubbed his face and said, "I'm sorry, I just... Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think this would happen?" You smiled at his words, "Neither did I."

You guys got quiet, the awkward tension swimming throughout the car. Jungkook took the initiative to cut the tension, "Well," he kissed his teeth, "Since we like each other, we should kiss... again." You have never smiled more widely until today. "It's your turn to kiss me, Jungkook."

He gently took his hands to hold your face, and slowly but surely, he closed the gap. Your lips brushed against his, in a teasing manner. Jungkook didn't want to waste any more time, so he crashed his lips to yours. You guys kissed ever so slowly; reeling in the feeling of being wanted. You were the one to pull away first; you breathlessly spoke, "God, how can you hold your breath for that long?"

Jungkook chuckled at your question. He leaned his forehead to yours, staring deeply into your eyes. He feels like he could get lost in them and he wouldn't mind. He whispered, "I like you, ____." You gave him another kiss, and responded, "As do I, Jungkook."

Present

It's been a week since the event with your ex-boyfriend. It took you a fat minute to go back inside. When you did, you tried your hardest to avoid Jungkook, but of course, since he worked there avoiding him was not possible. Carter, on the other hand, went up to you, asking if you were okay, but you shrugged him off. You reached Becky demanding that you wanted to go home; she complied with your request.

Here you are with Becky out on your terrace smoking. You used to hate the idea of smoking, the burning sensation, the horrible smell of Tobacco, but since the break-up with Jungkook, you fell down the rabbit hole of cigarettes. You used to smoke one pack every two days, but it subsided to one pack a week.

Right now, you were feeling very serene. The cold harsh wind screaming in your ears, it was burning your eyes, and stabbing your skin; it felt nice. It made you forget the pain you were feeling inside. Becky was talking to you, but her voice went in one ear and out the other. You were just focusing on letting yourself get lost in this freezing pain. The only time you felt alive was when you suffer. You think to yourself that this is what you deserve, that everything you did should come back to you ten times worse.

Becky was getting concerned about your lack of attention. She was talking about how horrible the weather was right now; she expected your usual sarcastic remark, but you didn't give any. She turned to you, analyzing the way you were engulfed in this harsh weather. She saw the way you stared blankly with your teary eyes at the busy city. She saw the little goosebumps littering your skin. Your hair blowing in every direction, not caring for the tangles it's making. The firing cigarette getting close to your fingers. She saw nothing but a shell of her best friend.

Becky hadn't known you for very long, two years to be exact. She was Mason's coworker; they were in the same law firm. You met her when you were visiting Mason one day, and from then on, she became your best friend. She gets worried about you, knowing that the majority of your pain consists of your broken love. Becky only knows briefly about what happened that night; she wanted to know more, but she respects your boundaries, so, she never pushed the topic.

Becky tapped your shoulder, lightly shouting so you can hear her voice in the loud wind. "____, your cigarette is about to be out! Throw it away and let's get back inside!" You blinked away your tears, and promptly threw your cigarette in the ashtray.

"What the fuck! You wasted a good piece of cigarette, Jay." Jungkook just waved off Cater's complaint. "Yeah, whatever. I don't give a shit. It's mine, not yours." Jungkook and Carter were seated in the clubs' break room. Their shifts usually started at the same time, so they always take their breaks together.

Ever since that night, Jungkook has been on edge. He thought that you had moved away, but since his encounter with you, he's now rethinking that you hadn't left at all. Seeing you definitely brought back memories that Jungkook tried so hard to avoid. The pain you had caused resurfaced and immersed his heart with agony. Right when he thought he finally healed, your pretty face came and ripped off his band-aid.

Carter interrupted Jungkook's train of thought. "Damn, Jay. Crankier than usual?" Instead of responding back, Jungkook threw his head back on the leather couch. He didn't really have the energy to converse with Carter. If he didn't have work, he would've spent a year hiding out in his apartment avoiding everyone and everything, but he didn't have that luxury.

Carter was very persistent in making conversation. "So, Jungkook is your real name? And you didn't think of telling me? Your best friend?" Jungkook swiftly raised his head at Carter's question. He remarked, "Don't fool yourself, Carter. We're not friends." Carter felt hurt by Jungkook's words but choose not to show it. Jungkook continued, "The reason why I didn't tell you my name was because I didn't want to be tied down to my past."

"Past?" Carter questioned. Jungkook dug in his pocket for another cigarette to smoke. He lit it up and took a hit. "I never really cared for my name. I didn't really like it, but I didn't really hate it. It wasn't until this girl came along that I started loving my name - only when she said it. Hearing my name leave her lips made my stomach do flips. One day she ended things, and my name just started to sound horrible to hear. So, that's why I changed it to, Jay."

Everything stayed quiet after Jungkook's confession. Carter didn't know what to say. He wanted to lighten up the mood and make Jungkook slightly happy, but he was scared that whatever left his mouth, the man in front of him would shoot him the meanest glare, and Carter was a sensitive man.

Minutes go by until their shift starts. Before exiting, Carter wanted to say at least something to the broken man. He halted Jungkook's walking, placing a hand on his shoulder. Jungkook turned to Carter with a puzzled look. Carter spoke, "Jay's not a bad name. I quite like the name." Jungkook gave Carter a tight-lipped smile and nodded. He left the break room with a lone Carter inside.

Seven years ago (the first night)

You had arrived at Jungkook's house for a sleepover. You and Jungkook have been dating for seven months, and he thought today was the day you could finally stay over at his house. You actually wanted to stay over at his early on in the relationship, but Jungkook informed you that he wasn't ready yet. Jungkook wanted things to go nice and slow; he was afraid that if things were to be rushed everything would fall apart. You understood his reasons; you took things nice and slow just like he wanted.

You entered his house; it was small but cozy. His house felt like a home, just the feeling the house gives makes you feel at peace. You looked around the place, admiring the family pictures, drawings, and even the little trinkets displayed on top of the T.V. Everything insight made your heart warm.

Jungkook on the other hand, was nervous. He knows that his place is far more different than yours. You had been born with a silver spoon in your mouth; everything was handed to you, even without asking. As he watched you look around the place, Jungkook was sweating profusely. He was scared that you would leave him because of how poor he was compared to you.

Jungkook trembled, "I know this isn't much. I know how ugly this is to you, but I hope that you won't leave me." You flipped towards your boyfriend. You were flabbergasted that he would think that. Everything that he had said was the opposite of what you were thinking. You threw yourself on his soft brown couch cuddling with one of the throw pillows. Jungkook walked in front of you, and you gave him a bright smile.

You chuckled, "Babe, this house is beautiful, not ugly. It isn't much but it's definitely something amazing." You grabbed his arms, discarding the pillow, and pulled him towards you. "I could never leave you because of how much or little money you have. Jungkook, I'm with you because of who you are. And you are someone worth treasuring." Jungkook's heart has never felt so full. He kissed your forehead, "My heart is full of you, I can't even call it my own."

As your response, you gently grabbed his face and kissed like it was the last. He held your waist and gripped you closer to him. There was no room in between you two. Things started escalating when you began unbuttoning Jungkook's shirt. He pulled away the second he felt your fingertips brush against his chest. You were startled by the action; you felt that you had done something bad.

You felt your eyes slightly tear up, but Jungkook was quick to assure you that it was nothing wrong. "Baby, don't be sad. I just think that we shouldn't be doing this in the living room." At first, you were confused by his statement, but then your eyes lit up by his meaning. You blushed and Jungkook smiled at your cheeks. "Let's take this in my bedroom, yeah?" You had never nodded your head this hard until right now.

Jungkook chuckled at your cuteness; you never fail to make him smile. He picked you up like you weighed nothing. You wrapped your legs around his torso, and your arms around his neck. Jungkook had his hands resting on the bottom of your ass, keeping you in place. He marched his way to his room, all while keeping his eyes on yours. You would usually feel nervous about the intense eye contact, but at this moment you were too lost in his big brown eyes. He looked at you with so much longing, and you loved that feeling.

Once he reached his room, Jungkook placed you on the bed and said, "I am so glad my parents aren't here today." He climbed on top of you, caging you in between his toned arms. "So, don't be quiet for me. Never be quiet for me." You were stunned by the words that had left your boyfriends' lips. It was like a different person entered his body. It was hard to muster any type of word, so you just nodded.

Jungkook can see that you were speechless by his behavior. He was actually having fun doing this to you. He wanted to push you even further, so, Jungkook slipped his hand underneath your shirt and inside your bra to lightly brushed his fingers on your hard bud. He saw your mouth go agape; he ordered, "Use your words, baby. I wanna hear you." You can see the mischievous glint along with lust swimming in his eyes. You cleared your throat and shakingly said, "I won't be quiet for you. I'll let you hear all of me."

Jungkook smirked, "That's my girl." He dived his head to your neck and sucked your soft skin. The hand that had brushed against you was now needing the plump area. "Ahh... babe." you moaned at the sensation. Jungkook unclasped his mouth from your neck, admiring the painting he had done. He licked the area grinning. When he had lifted his head back, he already saw the dazed look on your face.

Jungkook caressed your cheeks tenderly. "Why do you already look a bit fucked out, babe? I haven't done anything yet?" You grabbed a hold of his shirt and said, "It feels good." Jungkook chuckled. God, you were too adorable. You tried unbuttoning his shirt again, but Jungkook just swiftly took it off. You straight away raked your fingers along his abs. The feathering touch made Jungkook lightly flex his abs. "Aren't you a little horny?" You blushed from embarrassment at his words. You pinched his skin, "Shut up."

Jungkook grabbed a hold of your arms and placed them above your head. "Spread your legs, baby." And like a dog, you did what you were told. You watched Jungkook position himself between your legs; he was slowly grinding against your clothed pussy. You bite your lip, containing your moans. Jungkook saw the way you try quieting yourself. He released one of his hands away from your pinned arms, dragging your bottom lip down with his thumb. He groaned at you, "____, I said to never be quiet for me. So, stop biting your lips and moan for me, baby."

You released one sinful moan for your lover. He wasn't even inside you yet, but you already felt like cumming. Jungkook fully let go of your arms, and instead, he ripped open your shirt. You gasped at the action, "Jungkook! Babe, I liked that shirt." Jungkook unhooked your bra and threw it on the floor. "I'll buy your another one, baby. Now lift up your hips." You really didn't know what it was, but every time Jungkook demanded something, you would always be compliant.

He took off your shorts along with your underwear, and just like your bra, he discarded them on the floor. You laid bare in front of Jungkook's eyes. You looked ethereal to him like you were an angel living down on earth. Your hair was sprawled out on his sheets, your skin shining even though there was no sun, your legs wide open giving him a view of your pretty pussy, your breasts laid beautifully on your chest, and your face stared back at him with devotion. They say that nothing in this world is perfect, but to Jungkook you were the definition of prefect.

You stared at him while he took off his pants. You saw the outline of his thick cock, bulging on his boxers. You couldn't tear your eyes away; Jungkook noticed. He grabbed one of your hands and placed it on his hard-on, gently rubbing himself on your hand. Jungkook exhaled and said, "You feel how hard I am for you, baby?" You licked your lips and meekly whispered, "Yes."

He placed your hand back by your side and bent down to you. His lips hovering above yours. "Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it." You lifted up your pelvis, it was your turn to grind yourself on his clothed cock. You breathlessly spoke, "I want you to fuck me, but I want it slow." Jungkook groaned at your words.

He slipped out of his boxers and his cock sprung free. It hit you right on your clit, making you jolt. Before Jungkook could continue, he reached behind you, and right beside his bed was a small dresser. He dug into one of the drawers and pulled out a condom. Jungkook took off the plastic and tapped the rubber piece on your lips. He grinned, "Do you wanna put this on me, babe?"

You sat up and took the condom from your boyfriend. You had your eyes locked on his cock. It might've been weird to voice out, but Jungkook's cock was really pretty. His shaft was slightly lighter than his skin, and his tip was pretty pink. You could see the feint veins that circled his member, and he wasn't hairy, just a slightly shaven area that resided on top. You could see some pre-cum leaking out of him. He was pretty thick and long, you would've guessed him to be around eight inches.

You swallowed some air before you proceeded. You took him in one of your hands and placed the rubber on his tip. You tried sliding it down, but since your hand was too shaky it kept coming back up. Jungkook had seen your nervousness. He gently grabbed your hand, and he worried to you, "Need help, baby?"

You shot up at him and quickly replied, "No!" In the midst of your answer, you had gripped your boyfriend too hard. "Shit, babe! Not too hard, please?" You were quick to release him from the stronghold. You apologized, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I-I don't need help. I can do this." Jungkook nodded and copied back, "You can do this."

You tried sliding the condom back down again, and thankfully this time it stayed in place. You smiled at Jungkook like a kid who aced their pop quiz. He chuckled, "God, ____. Can you get any cuter?"

Jungkook looped one arm around your torso, slowly bringing you back down on the bed. He positioned himself back between your legs again and gently slid his cock between your folds. His movement sent tidal waves through your body. You moaned out, "Fuck, Jungkook. It feels good, but I want you in me." Jungkook placed his cock right at your entrance. He said, "If it hurts tell me, okay? I'll go slow like you want." You nodded.

You hugged your boyfriend readying yourself. Jungkook had licked his fingers, lubing you up. He slowly entered you, feeling your warm walls caging him tightly. Your arms around Jungkook tightened. It didn't hurt having him inside you. You have a dildo, so the feeling was nothing new. But this was your first time having other than a toy inside you. You softly moaned once he was fully inside, Jungkook as well. His mouth was right next to your ear. When you heard him groan it made your mind hazy.

"Am I hurting you, baby?" You shook your head at his question, but Jungkook wanted words. "I need to hear you say it." You murmured your words lowly, "No, you're not hurting me."

"I'm gonna move now, alright?"

"Alright."

Jungkook started slipping in and out of you. You created wetness, making it easier for him to not hurt you. It felt nice, but you wanted him to go deeper. You rasped out, "Deeper, Jungkook. I want it deeper." And that's what he did. Jungkook had reached deeper inside you, hitting your G-spot. Your body thrust up, touching your boyfriends' chest. "Shit!" you cried out.

Jungkook smirked to himself. Seeing you like this, only wanted him to go harder - faster. Placing you back down, he grunted, "Baby, can I go faster? Please?" You wanted to please your boyfriend like he was doing to you. So, you agreed.

Jungkook lifted up his body and moved you to the edge of the bed. With him standing, he placed your legs straight on his chest. He held your thighs with a firm grip and started thrusting you at a fast pace. Your body started moving up and down, your breasts doing the same.

The room echoed with the slapping of your guy's skin. You watched Jungkook as he fucked you. His head was leaned back; he was immersed in the pleasure. Jungkook was so glad that you are his first. He read online that having sex with someone feels so good, but to him, you felt like heaven.

Jungkook brought back down his head and snuggled between your legs. He rubbed his cheek along your calf. He beamed at you, "You're so precious, baby. So precious." You mimicked back his smile.

Jungkook went back to fucking you, never slowing down his pace. You gripped the sheets of his bed when you started to feel your high coming. Jungkook felt you holding his member hard, not letting him breathe. But he took it as a sign to go faster. When your high reached you, you jerked your body up, your body quivering. You moaned his name repeatedly. You never felt this much pleasure until now. Jungkook sure knows how to make you feel like you were in another world.

Jungkook watched as your body shook. He loved that he was the reason for your undoing. When your high came down, you thought that you guys would be done, but Jungkook had other plans. You gave your boyfriend a puzzling look when you felt that he was still in you. Jungkook cocked his head to the side, "Did you think it was over? Baby, I haven't even cummed yet." Your eyes bugged out.

Just as you were about to say something, Jungkook fucked you hard. He took your breath by surprise. You had just came, so when Jungkook added more pleasure to your sensitive cunt, you couldn't help but cry. You tried telling him to stop or slow down, but you could barely muster up any words.

Jungkook felt himself almost there. With one more thrust, he dropped your legs and collapsed on top of you, riding out his climax. His lips were right next to your ear; he was groaning out incoherent words. You both were out of breath, giving yourselves some time to be composed.

When you guys were finally calm, Jungkook pulled out of you. He discarded his filled condom in the trash. He gently pulled you up and asked, "Do you want to bathe together?" You smiled widely; you answered his question with a nod. You were about to walk with him to the bathroom, but Jungkook noticed your legs slightly trembling, so he picked you up bridal style.

You giggled at his action, holding him tight as he walked. When you made it into the bathroom, Jungkook sat you down on the closed toilet. You got worried that you might dirty it. "Wait, Jungkook, I don't think I should sit here. I don't want to dirty your toilet." Jungkook playfully scoffed at your concern. While he went to run the warm water, he shrugged, "It's fine if you dirty the toilet, babe. I can always clean it."

Minutes go by and the tub was finally filled. Jungkook carefully placed you in the tub. "Is the water warm for you?" You nodded your head and then urged him to get inside with you. Jungkook sat behind you; your back rested against his chest. You closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the warm and safe atmosphere. Jungkook looked down at you admiring your beauty. He could never get tired of looking at you. You captivated him, and he wasn't complaining.

Jungkook raked his fingers along your stomach; his head rested in the crook of your neck, breathing you in. With your eyes still closed, you spoke out, "You know, they say that a home is a place, but I don't think that's true." You opened your eyes and faced your lover. "Because I found a home in you; you're my home, Jungkook."

Jungkook buried his head deeper in your neck. He rarely blushes, but right now his face was painted bright red. He gave himself a minute to calm his beating heart. When he lifted up his head, he found that you had your eyes closed again. "____?" he called out. You responded to him with a little hum.

Jungkook took a deep breath in and a deep breath out and confessed, "I love you." Your eyes shot open, and you looked at him. Jungkook repeated, "I love you, ____. Every fiber of my being calls for you. My need for you is so strong, that I don't know what I'll do without you." You felt yourself crying, your body trembling. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you; he thought that what he had said made you sad. "____, I'm sorry. Please, don't cry."

You shook your head. You weren't crying because of what he had said, but because you were so happy. You were filled with so much joy and love. You sniffled to him, "I'm not crying because of something bad. I'm crying because you're making me so happy. I'm so happy, Jungkook." You wiped your tears away and grabbed his face. You admitted, "And I love you so much.”

Present

"I would like the veggie wrap, but please don't put in the bell peppers. And some sweet tea - no ice. Thank you." Becky handed her menu to the young waitress. "Ma'am, is there anything I can get you?" The girl had her attention switched to you. Getting ready to write, you gave her your answer, "I'll have the same, but I want the bell peppers put in. And for the drink, I'll just have plain water." The girl collected your menu and gave a curt nod.

After she left Becky spoke out, "I talked to Mason yesterday. ____, he's worried about you. You haven't texted or called him since the divorce. He's wondering if you're okay." You did a deep sigh. You didn't mean to make him worry; you just have a lot on your mind right now. You exhaled, "I'm okay, alright." Becky advised, "I'm not the one you should be answering to. If you claim to be okay, then call Mason and tell him." You nodded your head, not saying anything further.

Becky could see that you're not really here; your mind is someplace else. Ever since that night, you've been more closed off than usual. It's sometimes hard to make conversations with you since all you give is short direct answers. You were always pretty open with Becky, proud to say she knows about ninety percent of you. But recently, Becky has been left in the dark about your feelings.

She worried to you, "____, I want you to know that I'm here... that I'm not some stranger. You can talk to me." You stared at your best friend; you can see the worriedness in her beautiful face. You're definitely not doing a good job of making the people who care about you feel calm. You were ready to talk to Becky, but then the young waitress came up and brought the food. "Here's the wrap with no bell peppers for you," She gave Becky her food, and then you, "Here's your wrap with bell peppers. And your guy's drinks." Once she placed everything down, she added, "If you need anything just call me." And with that, the girl left.

Becky had noticed that you were about to say something. "What were you going to say, ____?" You begged, "Can we talk about this after we finished eating, Beck? Please?" Becky didn't want to push your buttons, so, she agreed to continue the conversation later.

Around thirty minutes later, you and Becky finished your lunch. You guys were now entering your car with a full stomach. Once you guys had your seatbelts buckled, you pulled out of the parking lot. The vehicle was silent, just a whispered voice singing through the stereo.

"Let's go to a park." Becky had broken the silence with her suggestion. You slightly turned your eyes to your best friend. "A park?" you questioned. Becky replied with a yes. With your eyes back on the road, you took some time thinking about the reason for the random pop-up. Then you remembered what you said at the restaurant. "To talk?" your voice laced with caution. Becky replied with another yes. You sucked in your cheeks and nodded. "Sure, why not."

You two arrived at a random park. The area didn't have a lot of people, which for you was great. You put your car in park and pumped up the air conditioning. It was silent yet again. Becky wanted to speak up, but she also wanted you to open up to her on your own. You were trying to figure out what to say to Becky without sounding incoherent. It took a minute before words left your mouth.

"Remember how I said I saw my ex that night?" Beck nodded her head. You continued, "Well, ever since that night I've been feeling lost... or I guess confused - I don't really know how to describe it. But seeing him made my heart swell with longing, but he was not the same as before. What happened that night rearranged my view - my feelings into something unbearable. The more I think about it, the more I know that I'm the reason for this pain. This feeling... it's like it's growing bigger, and it fills my heart with ache. I feel like I'm gonna be gone if these feelings keep being bottled."

Becky furrowed her brows; she was confused by your last sentence. "What do you mean 'gone', ____?" You gulped down some spit, "I mean that if I keep feeling like this, my sense of warmth might be extinguished." Becky's heart broke hearing her best friend say that she might lose any type of love. You've always been there for her, even when you were at your lowest. Becky said something that she might hope will help you. "Maybe you should try talking to him. Find some closure, ____."

You dropped your head to the steering wheel and gripped the sides. You shook your head at your friend's request; you explained, "I can't talk to him, Beck. You know, the last thing he said to me that night was that I was dead to him." You faced Becky. "Beck, he hates me... deeply. And I can't blame him, 'cause I hate myself too."

Becky turned her body completely towards you. She didn't want you to think badly about yourself. "____, don't say that." Just like Becky, you turned your body as well. Your frustration was building. "What am I supposed to say then, Becky? It's my fault that things are like this." Your voice started rising up, "It's my fault that we're broken! If you were there that day, Beck, you would've hated me as well."

Tears started freely flowing down. You grabbed your shirt and cried, "You didn't see the way his face looked when I told him that I accepted the marriage. You didn't feel the want in his hug - in his kiss when he begged for me to stay. You didn't hear the pain in his voice when he told me that I broke him. Becky, I left him alone and broken. I destroyed him. So, please... don't tell me that I shouldn't have said what I have said."

Becky hugged you the minute you ended your sentence. Her tears silently fell, while yours were loud and clear. Becky felt her shirt dampen, but she didn't care. You had wrapped your arms around your best friend tightly, holding on to her while you poured out your pain. You choked out, "I tried telling my parents that I didn't want this. I tried, Becky, I tried." Becky gently petted your hair and said, "I know, ____."

A Few minutes go by, and your crying had subsided. You pulled away from Becky and grabbed some tissues that were placed in the cup holder. You wiped your face from all the tears and snot. Becky softly rubbed your eyes and calmly said, "I wasn't there, so because of that I don't hate you. And if I was there, I still wouldn't have hated you, ____. Even though you couldn't stop your parents, you were still strong enough to try. That itself tells me how much you love this man. I know that I'll probably never be able to understand this pain, but one thing I do understand is the unbelievable love one person can have for the other. ____, this type of love is so powerful, it can heal the weak, but it can also destroy the strong. I know you said that you can't talk to him, but I think you should. If you don't... this feeling will keep being bottled - and just like you said, you'll be gone. I don't want that. So, just try talking to him."

Two years ago (the break up)

You had just gotten done having the meeting of your life with your parents. The discussion for an arranged marriage for you has been brought forth a week ago. Your parents wanted to expand their company by joining another company that was owned by their friends. They thought that marrying you with Mason would bring more publicity and fortunes to their companies. Your parents had known that you were already in a relationship, but they're the type of parents that don't care for their kids' opinions or feelings.

When they had announced that they were going to be marrying you, you shot them down the second the words had left their mouths. You left the room not giving them any time to say something back to you. You didn't want to hear it. That day, you held off on telling Jungkook about your parent's announcement. You had thought that they would respect your decision not to go through with this marriage. You thought that the discussion would end and there would be no reason to tell Jungkook, until today.

Your parents had called you to their office, and right when you entered the room, they dropped the bomb and told you that having this marriage is inevitable. You tried convincing them that this is not what you want, that you are happy with your life; loving and having Jungkook is all you want, but they didn't care. The only thought they had in their mind was strengthening their company. The debate went on for so long, with you crying and your parent's shouting.

They told you that if you didn't go through with this, they wouldn't hesitate on making Jungkook's life hell, starting with deporting his father. You called their bluff, telling them that they're not that cruel, but once they had ICE on call you were forced to agree. Your parents had a satisfying smirk knowing that their plan was working. You had gone up to your parents, wanting to physically hurt them, but your father beat you to it. He had slapped you right across the face, and even more, he did not hold back on giving you a right hook on your stomach. Your mother had a displeasing look on her face when you spat out vulgar words at them.

You ran out of their building to find sanctuary in your car. You didn't cry because of the pain your parents inflicted on you; you were crying because you were now going to be tied to someone who wasn't the love of your life; Jungkook. It took you a few minutes to calm down your breathing, and your crying, but once you did, you texted Jungkook that you were going to drive to his place for something important.

Jungkook got a bit nervous with your message; he tried calling you to see if you were okay, but you didn't answer. You didn't want him to hear the choked pain in your voice.

Here you are driving to your boyfriend's apartment, with blurry eyes. You know that driving in this state is unsafe, but you didn't care. You were lucky to have not run over any red lights or gotten pulled over for speeding. You pulled up to your boyfriend's apartment unscathed and without any tickets. You saw Jungkook pacing around his front door with a worried expression.

When he spotted you, he ran to your car door and hugged you. He expressed, "Baby, why weren't you answering my calls? I was worried about you." You couldn't speak; your body frozen was in panic. Jungkook noticed; he tried picking you up, but your legs collapsed on top of each other. He bent down to check for any injuries. Jungkook searched your body, and then he came across your face.

He let out a short breath, "____, your face! Your cheek! Baby, what happened?" You rasped out, "Can we take this inside? Please?" Instead of answering, Jungkook carefully picked you up and helped you to his apartment. He sat you down on his little sofa, with him going to the kitchen to get you an ice pack.

Your boyfriend returned and placed the cold pack on your bruising cheek. He wanted to question why you needed to talk, why you looked like you'd been crying so much, why your cheek is bruising, but he didn't want to bombard you with so many questions. He wanted you to talk to him when you were calm and ready.

You were trying to think of ways to break down the marriage to him, but no matter how you were to say it, you know that Jungkook would be hurt. Your head was down, but you could feel the anxious stare your boyfriend was giving you. You tried mustering up some words to say, but all that came out was unstable breaths.

Seeing you in this state had Jungkook on edge. He's never seen you like this before, and it quite terrifies him. Seeing you made his heart churn with indescribable panic. All that he could do was hold you, waiting for your mind to be steady.

The clock kept ticking and you still hadn't said anything. You just stared at the floor, with nothing but fidgeting eyes. Jungkook was a patient man, but in this scenario, he was feeling a bit restless. Jungkook tried speaking up, "Babe, ar-" You cut him off, blurting out your proclamation, "I'm getting married."

Jungkook's whole world stopped when those words left your mouth; he felt his heart drop. He stood up and raked his fingers through his hair. You were still seated, watching your boyfriend getting stressed. Your body was still, but you felt your tears slowly fall. The moment you said the words, you knew, you knew that everything was will never be the same.

Jungkook's heart was racing faster than the speed of light. His body felt cold, like what you had said dumped ice all over him. He couldn't control his breathing; his chest heaving up and down in a disbelief manner. He turned to you, catching sight of your broken spirit. He would usually hug you - comfort you, but all he wanted to do right now is ask you, his questions. Jungkook shakingly said, "Are you serious? 'Cause if you're playing with me right now, ____, I'll forgive you. We can move on with this horrible joke of yours." He tired laughing, hoping that you were joking.

You faced back down on the floor; your tears making it hard to see anything. With his question, you shyly nodded your head. You heard Jungkook release a pain exhale. You could feel the pain steaming off of him. You didn't want to lift your head; you were scared of the sight you might see.

You heard Jungkook gasping for air like he was finding it hard to function. You tried muffling your sobs that were escaping, but it didn't work. Jungkook demanded, "Look at me, ____." You couldn't. How could you? After what you said, you don't have the strength to face him. He demanded again, "____, look at me." this time you can hear the plead in his voice.

You lift your head, hating the sight you were seeing. The one person who you never wanted to hurt, showed a face full of agony. You did this to him. Your tears were now rapidly flowing; you tried wiping them away, but they did not prevail.

Jungkook didn't know why you were hurting. He had every reason to feel like this, but you? His voice rasped out his questions, "W-was it me? Did I do something wrong? Wa... was I not good enough for you, ____?" You vigorously shook your head. All his questions were far from it. "Then why?" Jungkook gripped his shirt; his voice was rising. He cried to you, "Why a-are you doing this to me? Did you have a relationship with this guy, and you didn't tell me? Is-is that the reason you're marrying him and not me?"

You stood up quickly, crying to him that his questions were not the reason. He repeated, "Then why?" You couldn't tell him why. You didn't want him to know, because if you did, you knew that he would tell you not to worry about him. He would tell you that you guys can fight through this, but he doesn't know your parents. The vile things they can do to him and his parents. So, you left that part out, "My parents want to wed me with a friend's son to bring more success to both companies."

Jungkook nodded his head, feeling somewhat hopeful that you didn't agree; your parents just told you, you were getting married. "Okay, this was all your parents. Baby, just decline them and then we can go back to normal." You saw him optimistically smile. You wished that was the case; you wished it was that easy. You brokenly said, "No, Jungkook. It was my decision... I accepted the marriage."

Jungkook cried yet again. Why would he think that? Stupid! He felt stupid. "Why would you accept it? You're not happy with me, are you?" You told him a white lie, "I think that as their daughter, I need to do this." Jungkook shook his head, not believing you. "What about what you want? ____, I thought that what we have is everything and more, but you seem so willing to let go of our five years. Is this truly what you want?"

You wanted to say no. You wanted to be with him forever; that this marriage is not what you want, but the words got stuck in your throat. You didn't know what to say. Jungkook knows you like the back of his hand; he could see the hesitation; he could see your body frozen in contemplation. He knows deep down that you don't want this. So, why are you doing this?

Jungkook walked towards you, holding you tenderly in his arms. Dipping his head to the crook of your neck, breathing you in like always. "____, stay with me." Your eyes were hurting from all the crying, but you couldn't help it. Jungkook felt your body tremble; he felt your tears sliding down your face, down your neck, and onto his face, it only made him hold you tighter. He felt himself crying just as hard as you. "Stay with me, ____." He let you go, only for him to cup your face, and give you a passionate kiss. "Please, baby. I need you to stay with me. Can you stay with me?"

You could feel the want in his hug - in his kiss, but you couldn't - you wouldn't drag him down, because of your love. You didn't want him and his parents to suffer because of you. You saw his eyes begging you to say yes. You know that your answer was going to hurt him, but rather this than the long-suffering pain he would feel to lose his father. Pushed him off of you, and you let out a strangled sob. You saw pain taking hold of him. You wailed, "I can't... I won't stay with you, Jungkook. I could never forgive myself if I did."

You saw him clutch a part of his shirt where his heart was. You heard him whimpering. Jungkook hiccupped, "____, please don't do this. We can be together. Your parents - your husband won't have to know." Jungkook knew he was being pathetic; begging you like this, but he would go to any length if it meant that you'll stay with him. "I don't want you to leave me. I love you."

Your face scrunched up, trying to contain the pain you were feeling. His words sent an ache through your heart. You wished everything was that easy. You didn't want Jungkook to love a horrible person like you; a person who would lie to him, a person who would tear him piece by piece. The only way to make him hate you is to say the impossible, "These past six years spent with you, were everything and more. But I don't love you anymore, Jungkook. It's time we took our separate paths."

Jungkook felt himself die inside. He was shaking his head, trying to deny your words, but you sound so convincing. If he knew that this type of pain was to happen, he would've never confessed his feelings to you. The one person who he tied himself with, the one person who he gave his whole heart, the one person who he loved broke him. He whispered to you, "You absolutely broke me, ____. Destroyed me." He didn't spare you a glance; he walked to his front door, opened it, and yelled, "Get the fuck out of my house, before I fully succumb to you, truly!"

You knew that this was gonna come. You knew that sooner or later he would yell and say harsh things to you. Still, you could help but be appalled by his words. You carefully walked your way to the door. Tears come down streaming harshly, knowing that this will be the last time you step foot in his home. Right at the entrance, you faced your now ex-boyfriend and saw the stern and pained expression plastered on his face. You timidly said, "I'm sorry, Jungkook."

Jungkook swiftly turned his eyes out the door, signaling to leave his apartment; you did just that. You turned around wanting to at least say one last goodbye, but before you got the chance to, Jungkook slammed the door, leaving alone on a cold April day.

Present

"So, don't worry about me, Mason. Call me when you get this." You ended the voicemail.

You were outside the club waiting for your ex to be finished. It took a lot of thinking about what Becky had said, and you came to the conclusion that she was right. You didn't want to spend the rest of your life avoiding this, you wanted to have some peace of mind. You don't know how he'll react or how he'll be, but you just hoped that he'll be willing to listen.

Time was speeding up and your body was getting tired. Right when you were about to head to your car to rest your legs, a group of people exited the club. It was hard identifying the group because they were heading in the opposite direction from you.

If you hadn't spotted Carter, you would've thought that this trip was useless. You and Carter made eye contact, and you watched him whisper to another guy who had his arm slung over the shoulders of a pretty woman. You knew that the man was Jungkook. It wouldn't matter how many years have passed; you'll always be able to identify him.

You wanted to get closer to hear what was being exchanged but to be respectful, you gave them their boundaries. The group of people already left, just leaving the four of you alone. You couldn't see his face, but by the way, Carter is expressing, you knew that the conversation was getting frustrating. Your body started fidgeting, you were getting impatient.

The conversation seemed to have ended when Carter gave you a bright smile. He pulled the woman towards him and gave Jungkook a wave of goodbye. Now it was just you two alone. Jungkook still had his back faced to you, but you can tell he was annoyed.

You spoke up, slightly shouting, "Can we talk, Jungkook?" For what seemed like forever, he finally turned to you. He trudged his way to you; he seethed, "Were my words that night not enough for you to know that I don't want to see you?" You were blinking frantically. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"I just want to talk. You don't have to say anything, I just want you to listen. I'm begging you." Your head was down, eyes closed. You started fiddling with your fingers. "I don't deserve it, but will you allow me to be selfish just one time?"

Jungkook stared down at you. He's not gonna admit it, but he also wanted to talk with you. He took some deep breaths through the nose, and said, "Did you bring your car? Where's your car?" You lifted your head in an instant. You exhaled and gave a relieved smile to yourself. Jungkook saw your small smile and somewhere deep down inside him, he felt his heart swell.

You made a beeline to your car, Jungkook following closely behind you. Once you made it inside, everything was quiet. Not a peep was made from the both of you. You thought that since you wanted to talk, you should start first. "Thank you... for agreeing to this. I wanted to talk because I need to have this closure." You faced your head to Jungkook, but all he was looking at was outside your car window. "I feel like we can take our first step into healing through this talk."

Without looking at you, Jungkook mumbled, "I tried to feel something new with someone else, but all I could see in them is how they're not you." You started biting your lips; you felt guilty. "There was this woman I met around close to a year of our break up. She was a customer at the club, and all she ordered was a glass of water." Jungkook started laughing at the memory. "She started coming in more often, and I found a friend in her. She was kind, smart, beautiful... she was perfect. I thought that she was everything I wanted in a girl. But every time we tried to progress our relationship; I kept holding her off. All I could feel - all I could want was you. I didn't want someone perfect," Tears started to slowly fall down Jungkook's eyes. He faced you with his eyes red. "I wanted someone who messy, loud, clumsy... broken. All I wanted was you, ____."

You were choking on your sob. You placed your hand on your mouth, trying to cancel out any noise. Wanting to add to your pain, Jungkook confessed "I went to your wedding. I blended myself with the hundreds of those invited people. I saw you walk down the aisle in your beautiful wedding dress. You truly make a beautiful bride, ____. I saw you guys hold hands, heard your vows, and say your 'I do's'. I saw you guys kiss. I couldn't stay any longer, so I went back home. I laid in bed staring at my ceiling, it took me a while to figure out that I was crying. And I realized that my tears were no longer for you. They're for me; the me you destroyed. How could you do this to us? How could you do this to me? You didn't love me."

You shook your head, denying his last sentence. "Don't say that! You may hate me, and that's fine, but you have no right to say that I didn't love you. Jungkook, my love for you was infinite and it still is. You know, the moment I left you, I killed half of myself. And to this day, I'm still half a person. You know, I have spent the first year missing you, wanting you, needing you." You cried harder like you were reliving your pain. "My ex-husband tried consoling me, and it would work for a little while. But every time night rolls around, the moon brings back my pain. I'll never ever forgive myself for the pain I brought to you."

"It doesn't matter now. You ruined everything." You cried harder because he was right, but you didn't wanna keep being reminded. "I know! I know that everything is my fault. But please, Jungkook, stop reminding me of my faults. I hate myself enough as it is."

Jungkook questioned, "Then why? I want the honest truth now. Don't hide from me. Why would you accept the marriage?" Jungkook wanted answers that you couldn't give to him before.

Now that you are divorced, you have nothing holding you back. "It's true when I said that I accepted the marriage. It was fully my decision, but they really left me no choice. They were going to call ICE on your father. Jungkook, they wanted to make you and your parents suffer." You started shaking your head; your tears falling in the process. "I didn't want that to happen because of my selfishness."

You were crying, but all that Jungkook could think about was one thing. "Is that why you came home that day with a bruising cheek? Did those fuckers do that to you?" You were quiet; you didn't have to say anything for Jungkook to know the answer. He took a deep sigh, "Why didn't you tell me? God, I feel like killing them."

You scoffed, "What would you do if I told you? I think you're forgetting just how powerful my parents are. Jungkook, they will stop at nothing to achieve something."

He retaliated back, "So will I! I don't care how powerful your parents are, ____. If putting in my blood, sweat, and tears means that I could still have you, I will. It was wrong for me to say that you didn't fight back, but I would've started a war for you if it meant that we could still be together. If my father were to be deported, my mom would go with him; they can't imagine a life without each other. That's the same thing with me. I couldn't imagine a life without you, but it's too late now, huh? The chance to fight is over now."

You quietly asked, "You wouldn't fight for me now?" That question had stumped Jungkook. He wanted to say that he will, but it wouldn't sound right. Many things have happened over the past two years. Jungkook has learned to move on, to live without you. Of course, he's not fully healed, but after this talk, he feels like he can fully live his life without the pain you bring. But you, you were still stuck in the past. You had hoped that maybe, just maybe everything would be back to the way it was.

Jungkook answered your question from the truth in his heart, "No... I wouldn't fight for you now. ____, what we had is something I'll always treasure. The years I spent with you felt like heaven. You were my haven. You were my first everything, I could never forget that. I wished it had been me standing at the altar. I wished it had been me marrying you. I wish for a lot of things, but those are just wishes. Two years isn't a lot of time, but during that period I've learned to move on with my life."

Jungkook cupped your crying face. He held you tenderly. His eyes filled with sorrow. "I loved you so much, ____. Actually, I-I still love you. I don't think I'll stop loving you. We were just two people who loved each other but weren't meant to be." He started wiping your fallen tears.

Jungkook gave you one last kiss. You guys kissed with so much love and regret. The tears from both of you made the kiss salty, but you guys didn't mind. You gripped his shirt, and he gripped your waist. This was truly the last contact you both will make.

Pulling apart was hard but needed. You knew that he was right. It's time for you to move on. You whispered to him, "I realize now that I can't keep holding on to something I can't have anymore. I'm ready to let you go, Jungkook."

Jungkook connected his forehead to yours, and said, "If once we're ready, faith will bring us together again. Whether it be in this lifetime or the next, I'll wait for you with open arms." You smiled at his words. You both know deep down that being together again won't happen - at least not in this life.

Five years later

Many things have happened in the five years since your guy's last talk. You had moved out of the city along with Becky and started room mating with Mason. The first two years of moving forward were hard, but with the help of Becky and Mason, everything started to feel just right. Your two friends opened up their own law firm called M & B Laws. You also got a job at a daycare not too far from their work.

Since that night, you have never seen Jungkook again, but you were grateful to have followed his Instagram profile. You guys would exchange DM's here and then, asking about each other's days, new stuff. But after the third year, the texts stopped coming and you guys were now strangers.

You were alone at home, and Becky and Mason were working overtime. In times like this, you wished you had a dog or cat, a companion to keep you company. The TV was playing Iron Man; you weren't too focused on the TV screen, instead, the only thing that had your attention was your phone screen. Scrolling through Instagram, and liking random stuff, you came across a post from Jungkook.

You sat up from the couch. It's been months since his last post. The picture that was displayed on your screen was a photo of Jungkook and a woman. You tucked your hair from behind your ears to get a better look. His post was seven hours ago. The caption from his post said, "Happy 2 years, baby! I'm happy to have circled the sun with you twice, and I can't wait for more. I love you, Yuna!"

You from before would've been so heartbroken. She would've cried herself to sleep, despising herself more and more for losing him. But you are so happy now; you are so happy for him. You looked at the picture and for the first time in a long time, Jungkook showcased a genuine and happy smile. His eyes weren't facing the camera, they were locked on the beautiful woman in front of him. His eyes were filled with so much love and adoration, his smile was shining with so much joy. Your heart's not broken, it's far from it. Your heart is healed, and your heart is happy. You can't wait to see what the world has to offer.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Beautiful Nightmare | JJK

excerpt | as a loving partner, you would do anything you can for them to follow their dreams, even if it means that you were to hurt them. and that's just what you did.

genre | angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

pairing | jeon jungkook x fem!reader

warnings | strong language, shouting, crying, jk being scared, hurtful things said to each other, reader being a little insensitive, long-distance (very minor)

wc | 2k+

notes | this is a very short story, i'm sorry

"What the hell is this?"

Jungkook came barging into the room demanding something you don't know. You set your phone aside and looked at him with confusion. "What? What are you talking about?" Jungkook stomped his way to you and shoved his phone to your face. He repeated, "What the hell is this, ____?"

You snatched his phone and skimmed through the words on the screen until you came across the last portion. Your whole body perked up, your eyes glimmering with joy. You tossed his phone to the area where yours resided and leaped into your lover's arms. "Baby, you got in! You got accepted!"

You tried going for a kiss, but Jungkook lightly pushed you off. You saw the scowl painting his face. Your brows furrowed, you were confused. Why was he acting this way? Why is he angry? You got off of him and off the bed. You stood to him and questioned, "Why are you acting like this? You're supposed to be happy, Jungkook. I did you a fucking favor!"

Jungkook took a step back. He wanted to laugh at your words, laugh at how stupid you're sounding. He looked at you with displeasure, "Favor? You think you did me a fucking favor?" He stared at you waiting for your answer, but all you said was something that hurt him. "What do you want me to say? Sorry? 'Cause I'm not sorry, Jungkook. But if you want to hear me say it, then... I'm sorry, alright. I'm sorry that I did something you couldn't do. I did this for your dream."

Jungkook scoffed at what you had said, he chuckled, "I don't care if you're sorry or not, ____. I'm not angry because of that, I'm angry because you didn't consult with me about this! This is my life you offered up! And that is not a fucking favor!" You flinched at every word he spat out. You've never seen him this angry, but even so, you still didn't understand why he was angry. You thought that what you did was amazing. "You're angry, I see that. Jungkook, you weren't going to send them your resume, so I just took the initiative. They were only hiring for a limited time. The longer you wait, the shorter it will take for you to get this position. This is your dream, Jungkook! I did this for you and if you can't see that then we're over."

Jungkook felt his tears well up. He understood your reasoning, but you weren't the best when it comes to understanding others. He wanted you to understand what he was trying to say. Your last sentence panged his heart. He was angry - yes, but he was hurt that you were ready to break up. He didn't want that. He stepped towards you and pulled your body to him. He cupped your face and kissed you aggressively.

He kissed you with so much pain, with so much anger and want. You gripped his shirt trying to close any gap between you two. Teeth started clashing together, quiet moans being swallowed, hearts racing, tongues fighting. It went on for a few more seconds until you pulled apart from him.

You opened your mouth wanting to say something, but Jungkook interjected you. His voice choking, "You really know how to hurt me, ____. I have feelings and they matter! We matter! And you can't throw us away - I won't let you. I won't let you toss me aside because you think I can't see you. I see you! Eyes wide open, I see you, ____. I understand why you did it, but you should have told me first."

The man before you started crying and all you could do was watch. You were frozen, you didn't know what to say or what to do. Jungkook continued, "Babe, there's a reason why I didn't apply. I'm scared... so scared. This company - this position is miles and miles away from here... away from you. And I know this is my dream, but how can I pursue that if you're not with me? I need you with me, and if I were to take this job you'd be gone. Nothing matters if you're not there. So, I'm gonna stay here with you where you won't be able to get rid of me. I'm gonna stay here because this is where you are."

It was now your turn to cry. You made this decision selfishly. While you were thinking about how amazing this opportunity is, you didn't stop to think about how this would make Jungkook feel. You didn't think to understand him. You tried muffling your sob, but it came out strangled.

Jungkook held you tenderly. He knows how you are. He knows how hard it is for you to express or understand feelings. He knows that you're not the easiest person to like. And even though sometimes you hurt him without realizing it, Jungkook will always love you. If being with you means that he has to love your frustrating and annoying flaws... he will. He will accept all of you with no judgment.

Jungkook stared at the window behind you and saw the shooting stars. He called your name and asked you to turn around, but by the time you did, it was gone. "What am I looking at? There is nothing there, Jungkook." He laughed at your lack of vision. He wrapped his arms around your torso and dipped his head in the crook of your neck. He softly whispered against your skin, "Look at the sky," and you did, "What do you see?"

You're puzzled about what your boyfriend is trying to get at. You wanted him to get straight to the point. You looked at the night sky and saw nothing but stars. "All I see are stars. Boring, small stars." Jungkook lifted his head to look at your beautiful face. You never fail to take his breath away.

"I saw some shooting stars, and I wanted you to see them, but they were done. Even though they're not shooting there are still stars in the sky. I wanted you to see that, but you," Jungkook littered the right side of your face with tiny kisses; you giggled at his action. "Have no vision. The sky is beautiful."

While staring at the stars, you had closed your eyes. You wanted to make a wish, hoping that it will come true after what you will say next. Jungkook watched as you closed your eyes thinking about something he wished he knew. Your being glowed under the bright moonlight. You looked like an angel in this dark world. Your beauty was something to treasure, to keep safe, and never let it go into the wrong hands.

You opened your eyes when you had finished your wish. You lightly turned your head and faced Jungkook. You were a bit confused about why he was staring at you. "Is there something on my face? Why are you looking at me?" Jungkook smirked, "Why? I can't look at my beautiful girlfriend?" You blushed at his compliment.

You fully turned your body to face him, wanting to see him eye to eye. You almost fell prey to his bunny-like expression; he looked confused to you but also enamored; you wanted this look to stay on forever.

You took a deep breath in and spoke, "Don't do this, Jungkook. Don't blow this away." Jungkook tried to speak but you held your hand up to stop him. "Let me finish. This company accepted you for a reason. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Jungkook! Who knows when something like this might happen again? I shouldn't have said what I said. I want us to be together, and I want us to live happily. But the only way that can happen is if you take this job. 'Cause if you don't, Jungkook, I'll forever hate you, and you will have missed out on a dream you could have lived."

Jungkook cried, shaking his head to deny your words. You gently grabbed his face, wiping away the fallen tears. You pleaded to him, "Please, take this job... move to New York and thrive. I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here waiting, and when the time comes, I'll go to you, and you will welcome me with open arms." Jungkook stopped his crying; he looked at you sorrowfully. You smiled at him hoping to lighten the mood, "You will welcome me with hugs and kisses. I'd also like to be welcomed with presents. Maybe?" You two laughed at your ending sentence.

Jungkook engulfed you in a huge hug. Everything that you had said was right. He has dreamed about this for so long, and with the help of you, he can finally live it. He shouldn't take this for granted. He shouldn't waste this amazing opportunity. Jungkook murmured against your hair, "You know, you make my life worth living for. I wouldn't have gotten this far without you. I wouldn't have gotten this job without you. My dream starts with you, ____. And you have done everything and more for me. And I love you so much that words can't even describe this infinite feeling I have for you." Jungkook unhooks his arms around you, so he can cup your face and kiss you.

Your guy's kiss this time was more soft, gentler. He pulled apart and said, "I'll take the job and move to New York. I'll work my ass off for us. I'll get us a place. And when you come here, I'll welcome you with open arms, kiss you, and get you a present... Thank you, ____. I promise that not only will I not let myself down, but I won't let you down. I won't disappoint you."

Two Years Later

You finally arrived in New York, and the first thing you noticed was that it did not feel nor look the same as it did in the movies. You kissed your teeth and said to yourself, "What a disappointment."

A voice from behind questioned, "What's a disappointment?" You swiftly turned around and came face to face with the one you love. "Jungkook!" you yelled. Just like he said he would, Jungkook welcomed you with open arms. He kissed you with so much eagerness, with so much longing. A few moments later, you both pulled apart breathlessly. Your smile beamed and your eyes twinkled; you were so happy right now. Just like you, Jungkook was also so happy. You had finally come back to him.

You turned your eyes beside your boyfriend and saw a tall one-year-old Doberman. You looked back at him and smiled, "Bam, is much bigger than I expected." You gently reached out your hand and called his name. You were scared that the boy in front of you might not like you, but your voice was enough indication that he knew you were the woman on the phone. He wagged his tail with excitement and barked out his joy. You had given him all the love you couldn't for the past year. You felt your eyes tear up; you had your family.

"Your present is big boy now.” you giggled. “Come on, babe, let's go home." You and Jungkook held hands and walked side by side to his car. Once you guys arrived, he helped put your stuff in his trunk and placed Bam in the backseat. You sat in the passenger seat, but before Jungkook went to the driver's side, he kissed once again and said, "I love you so much, ____. And I'm so happy you're here." You gave your lover a bright smile, "I love you, Jungkook."

Jungkook finally sat in his seat and left the airport. While he was driving, he held one of your hands with his. Bam was already sleeping in the back, so there was no need to worry about him. You looked at Jungkook and confessed, "I made a wish, and it came true." He promptly turned his eyes to you. "Yeah? What was the wish?"

With his eyes back on the road, Jungkook could feel your smile without looking. You announced, "I made a wish for you to be happy. It matters that I wasn't here. I didn't want you to feel like you couldn't do this without me here, because you can, Jungkook. You showed me not only today, but during the time we spent apart, that you can do this, and you did. During our calls, I could hear how excited and happy you were to take this job - to do this job. And that's all I ever wanted. I can't fathom how happy and proud I am for you."

Jungkook felt his heart swell with love. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't since he was driving; a few tears did escape his eyes. You saw this, and you helped wipe them away. Jungkook smiled and he said once again, "I love you. And I'll never stop saying it, no matter how tired you get from hearing it. I love you, ____."