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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Over The Odds | Teaser

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, ceo!jk, sugardaddy!jk

Word count - 1.6k

In which you first encounter billionaire Jungkook and his best friend Taehyung.

warnings: swearing, drinking, oc is poor

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Jeon Jungkook, London’s most eligible bachelor.

The man every woman desires, and the envy of all other men. Not only is he the CEO of Jeon Industries, one of the world’s largest profitable oil trading companies – he’s fucking gorgeous. His face is plastered all over the media, news articles, television appearances, he even has his own Youtube channel documenting his lavish travels and best money saving advice for new and upcoming entrepreneurs. And he’s quite the socialite too, spending his free time in the company of the stars – including his best friend Kim Taehyung, a well-respected celebrity attorney.

It's a Friday night when you first encounter the pair. You and Jimin, your best friend of 15 years are sitting at the bar in Black Swan, an upscale club in central Kensington when a large hand finds purchase on your bare shoulder.

“Good evening,” Jungkook smirks. He’s wearing an all-black three piece suit, his long hair is styled in a way that reveals his forehead and he smells like tobacco mixed with an expensive cologne you would never be able to afford, “Could I buy you a drink?”

Jimin sits beside you in utter disbelief, his eyes big and round with shock. Not for a second did you ever think Jeon Jungkook would be interested in somebody like you. It’s not that you’re unkept or unattractive because you’ve had plenty of male attention tonight that proves otherwise. It’s possibly due to the strapless navy dress that hugs your curves in all the right ways, emphasising your cleavage and tiny waist. But it’s more the fact you have Jungkook’s attention you find surprising, you’re almost certain he’s a billionaire and this dress is a Buy Now Pay Later purchase you made with the price tag still attached and neatly tucked into your bra, because you have every intention of sending it back to avoid paying for it.

To say you’re broke is an understatement. You’re behind on basic priority bills like rent, electricity and gas – drowning in student debts stemming from a business degree you’ve done absolutely nothing with, and then there’s your maxed out credit cards and catalogues. On this particular night you have £40 to your name, which is supposed to last you for another two weeks until you get paid from work, but giving the prices in this place you knew you’d definitely be ending the night in your overdraft.

“Sure,” You offer a polite smile, “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

“Excellent choice.” The tall, dark and handsome CEO holds up a single finger to get the bartenders attention, “Another bottle of your finest champagne please.”

Your stomach flips, you and Jimin had been drinking boxed wine on his kitchen floor before coming out, something that he found in the back of his cupboard with an expiration date of over two months prior. Champagne is a little out of your comfort zone, but you’re in no position to deny it.

“Come join us at our table?” Jungkook gestures to the red roped VIP area where Taehyung is sitting patiently, holding his hand up in a single wave as he catches you eyeing him.

“We’ll be over in a second.” You suppress a smile as you attempt to register what’s happening.

“Good.”

A puff of air escapes Jimin’s nostrils as Jungkook saunters back to his VIP table, waitress in tow carrying a bucket of champagne that probably costs more than your rent.

“Holy shit,” Your best friend whispers, equally as dumbfounded as you, “Did you shave? Please tell me you shaved.”

“Yes I shaved,” You mentally praise the lord just in case, “But I’m not putting out for him, I’m one million percent not his type. Look at me.”

“Hmm. Wrong audience,” Jimin flicks his wrist and flips his hand down quickly, a not so subtle reminder that he’s as gay as they come, “He bought you a drink for a reason Y/N, maybe you are his type.”

“Shut up,” You snort a little louder than you intended, “That’s impossible, he’s fucking-”

“He’s staring over here we should go and join them.”

“In a minute,” you nod, “Don’t want to seem too eager.”

To this Jimin rolls his eyes and rushes you to your feet, smoothing out the material of your dress as you stand, “Have you ever seen two more gorgeous men in all your life?”

No, you haven’t.

Though Taehyung works as an attorney he looks like a designer runway model, his face perfectly symmetrical save for a small beauty mark on the tip of his nose which is ever so slightly to the right. He’s tall, equally as tall as Jungkook you notice when they both stand to greet you at their table. Taehyung’s brunette hair is choppy and slightly covers his large doe-like eyes. He too is wearing a black three piece suit, though his has very faint white pinstripes covering the fabric.

And then there’s Jungkook, a wet dream in the making. His olive skin is littered with beautiful artwork, pieces threaten to escape the cuffs of his sleeves as he pulls one of the empty chairs back, inviting you to sit down beside him. Raven locks frame his chiselled features and draw attention to his large almond shaped orbs, equally as dark as his hair. He’s beautiful, they both are.

You’re in way over your head.

“Thank you for the drink,” Your gaze flickers between the two men, “I’m Y/N and this is my best friend Jimin.”

“Hi.” Is all Jimin manages to choke out, completely in awe of the model-status men. He sits opposite you next to Taehyung with a wide toothy grin, his counterfeit white Vivienne Westwood shirt looks almost laughable in the presence of real luxury.

“Pleasure meeting you both,” Jungkook speaks, “My name is Jungkook, and this happens to be my best friend Taehyung.”

“We know.” Jimin blurts out, barely able to contain his excitement.

To this Taehyung chuckles and Jungkook offers a surprised ‘Oh?’ in return.

“Well I mean, what I mean is you’re practically celebrities so of course we know who you are…” Jimin tries to justify himself, “Thank you for the champagne…” He feels small, you can tell.

“It’s nothing really,” Taehyung hums, pouring you both a bubbly flute, “Now Jimin, I wonder if you can help Jungkook and I settle a debate we’re having.”

“Okay.” Jimin nods a little too quickly, smiling brighter than the sun.

Taehyung clears his throat as he slides your drink across the table, “Now I am under the impression that your friend here,” He smiles at you, “Is very much single… Jungkook however believes a woman of such beauty must already be spoken for.”

You almost choke on your drink which doesn’t go unnoticed by the man beside you, his lips lift into a dangerous smirk. Jimin however is loving every second of this interaction, he gives you a look that screams ‘I told you so’ before he opens his mouth to speak, “Y/N is single, very single actually.”

It’s true, you are painfully single – the last guy you dated only lasted six months and that was almost two years ago. Kim Namjoon. You try not to wince at the memory of his dimpled cheeks and caring nature, you truly believed that he was The One until he moved away to teach English to children abroad. One of your flaws is that you have a tendency to fall for men way too hard, way too fast – and that’s precisely why you’ve avoided the dating scene for so long aside from the very occasional one night stand.

“Ah,” Taehyung raises his glass, “I told you so.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks faster than the speed of light, you’re so unbelievably confused yet flattered all at once. Maybe you will keep this dress after all, it must be working wonders on the male species to grab someone like Jeon Jungkook’s attention.

“That you did, well done.” A brief silence follows Jungkook’s defeat.

“Oh no,” Taehyung furrows his brows in feigned pain, “Jimin, would you care to join me outside? I’m beginning to feel lightheaded I’m in need of some fresh air.”

Jimin frowns, to which Taehyung gives him a knowing look and the penny finally drops, “Oh! Yeah, okay. You’ll be okay here won’t you Y/N? With…Jungkook.”

You nod slowly, bottom lip tucked between your teeth not knowing whether to laugh or cry, you’re so embarrassed. Your best friend guzzles the rest of his champagne, not that you could blame him it did taste amazing and a single flute probably cost more than anything else you’d ever consumed. The two men walk away and you have to suppress a laugh, even with his back turned Jimin is still bouncing with excitement.

“Subtle.” Sarcasm drips from your tone.

Jungkook chuckles lowly at this, his warm tattooed hand quickly finds your thigh and earns you to blush even harder, “I won’t waste your time Y/N, I have a somewhat unique proposition for you, if you’re interested.”

“Go on.” You turn to face him, completely lost in his gaze. His breath is warm on your cheek, his scent overwhelming your senses and making you dizzy. It’s indescribable how attracted to him you are, you’ve never had such an intense desire for someone’s touch in your life. Every nerve in your body is ablaze, especially where his inked fingertips slowly drag themselves upward, closer and closer to where you want him the most.

A faint smile threatens his lips, “Just try to keep an open mind, I believe this could be very beneficial for us both.”

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smhtaehyung · 2 years

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shy on the sly (jjk)

chapter 5: falling into right hands

masterlist

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader , kim taehyung x reader (lovetriangleau sort of?)

genre: smut, comedy, summer camp au

warnings: eventual smut, oral sex, awkward kissing and oral sex, horny jk, masturbation, voyerism, inexperienced!kook, awkward conversations. (slowburn?) dirty talk, perverted fantasies, shy jk, maknae line ft. Hobi, summer camp alternative universe, swearing, underage drinking, thigh kink, scent kink, kinks all round, masturbation in shower, public.

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taglist: @mwitsmejk

summary: You and Jungkook finally sit down to have an honest conversation after a big fall out. Things get heated.

wordcount: 3,5k

THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER

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Jungkook always hated mornings. Especially that morning after he had to listen to one of his best friends plough Y/N. Loud and hard.

He woke up to a sound of Jimin exiting the room, Hae had still slept in the bed and Jungkook had wondered if he slept that heavily so he didn't hear them hook up or they just didn't do anything. But Jungkook thought that was hard to believe.

Either way, he felt as if he had won the sad lottery of watching his friends get laid while he couldn't step up and be direct with Y/N. It looked wrong. He knew.

Jungkook sat on the edge of his bed, observing the silence. His ears were resting from hearing her moans. And how a gross embarrassing feeling grew inside his chest.

He stood up, leaving his room silently. It hadn't even been 7 am. He felt the stares from Jimin and Hoseok who got up already but he ignored it.

"Hey, you good?" Hoseok tried to get Jungkook to say anything.

He nodded.

Jimin sighed. All of them simultaneously sighed, actually.

Jungkook hated that Taehyung was still asleep. He couldn't wait to give him a silent treatment until he apologizes. Jungkook had lost the competition inside his head again. And he hated that he was angry. He hated that someone made him feel that way as soon as he was ready to relax with a girl and get close with her. So, in that moment, he hated how poorly he chose.

Jungkook sat at the table, trying to eat his cereal in peace, but he was annoyed with his friends trying to get him to speak again a couple of times.

"Tell Hae to go back to her cabin. Morning inspection is starting soon." Jungkook's tone was cold as he looked at Jimin, breaking off the uncomfortable silence with an uncomfortable sentence.

"I know. I'm just avoiding it." Jimin chugged on his water.

"Why?" Jungkook was really curious, enough to pause the silent treatment.

"Because I think she likes me. And I don't want to mess around with that. I just wanted to fuck." Jimin spoke but his tone wasn't that believable. Jungkook wondered if he had liked Hae. He knew Jimin always rushed into relationships all the time except summer holidays. He loved being single during the summer so he set one rule to himself - never fall in love in summer. Jungkook always liked that rule.

"Okay. Just get her out of the room. I want to go back to sleep." Jungkook took another bite, hating the bland taste.

And Jimin did what he had to do. He woke up Hae with a kiss on her temple and let her out of the window with a hug. She smiled at him a lot before leaving and Jimin really liked that smile. Shame he had to stick to his rule.

But Hae left something important back at that cabin. She left Y/N.

Y/N woke up half an hour after she left, the sun already up and heating up the air. Her sweaty body woke her up. Another hot day. And another mistake.

Y/N looked to her left and face palmed hard, flinching when she hit her forehead loudly. Taehyung shifted for a bit, his bare torso creating a few drops of sweat which only meant one thing - he was probably going to wake up soon due to a heatwave she felt before waking up too.

She wanted to avoid that. Especially after what mess she made with Taehyung. His clothes and pillows were all over the floor. She realized Hoseok didn't even sleep in the room because his bed didn't give any sign of someone being there the entire night.

She hated to admit it, but Taehyung was good. Like really good. Even tipsy, he hit all the right spots and made her come several times. To Y/N, it was probably the best sex she ever had. Taehyung knew how to fuck. The way his tongue worked her up made her engrave it to her memory as well. His hands squeezed her sides so hard that it left red marks. Y/N sighed to herself once seeing it.

There was one thing she hated more. She hated she had to do this because Jungkook used her. As revengeful as she was, she was still mad at Jungkook. But felt sad all this had to happen. And she was kind of crushing on Jungkook, but it was way too soon to fully realize it.

She dressed up completely, opening the door of his room to sneak out. She thought everyone was asleep but she realized how bad it looks especially when all three pair of eyes looked at her.

"Hey." Jimin tried to break the awkward silence.

"Is Hae-?" Y/N scratched her head.

"She left." Jimin answered briefly.

She hated how it happened on accident. The eye contact with Jungkook. She wanted to control her look and try to make an impact on him. It failed. Jungkook blanky stared through her, hating how fucked and used up she looked now. She disgusted him. She really was only trouble in his mind.

"Taehyung's window is looking on the path. Can I go through the one in your guys' room?" Y/N kept scratching her head, shyly looking down.

"Sure." Both Jimin and Hoseok were of good help.

"Oh, you're being all shy now?" Jungkook's voice stung her. It felt as if she was stabbed. The passive aggressive tension rose with Jungkook's cold tone, quite rude and direct. He kept his eyes fixated on the cereal, taking a few bites as if it was all casual.

Jungkook hated how shy she was acting given her loud moans the previous night. He hated that she was trying to play off her shyness but always fell way too easy for physical touch.

However, as much as it hurt her, she decided to ignore it.

"See you guys." Y/N spoke softly, walking past Jungkook's bed. She hated how this was her first time in his room. Sneaking out at 7 AM on a Saturday morning after fucking his best friend in the room next to his. She really felt bad. And she hated that he was mad.

"See you." Jimin and Hoseok whispered loudly as she jumped in the bushes, sneaking out on a side path to her cabin. Thank god she had the key with her. She tip toed to the cabin door, slowly unlocking the door. She sneaked inside, careful not to wake anyone up. She was so into her own thoughts the previous night that she hadn't even notice Hae being there.

"Hey." Hae's voice made Y/N jump.

"Jesus fuck! What are you doing?" Y/N leaned against the wall in relief.

"I totally forgot you slept over too! God, I hate us." Hae whispered smiling to herself. Her smile flattened very soon. She looked quite down.

"You good, Hae?" Y/N stroked her arm.

"We'll see." She forced a smile out, walking away to her room.

Catching a few more hours of sleep was Y/N's wish too, so to stop overthinking she laid down on her bed and just rested.

And she slept quite heavily.

In fact, Taehyung was woken up by Hoseok shaking his leg.

"Yah, inspection is coming. Put on some pants, idiot." His tone was harsh. Taehyung hated getting up before 12 PM on a Saturday morning, it irritated him.

He stood up, putting on his loose t-shirt and shorts. He stood by the bed, the counselor already checking his room. Jungkook was looking into his room from afar, hating that he'd probably be able to smell her scent inside Taehyung's room.

As soon as the counselor left, the four boys were poisoned by tension in the air. Jungkook was judging Taehyung who was picking on his fingernail, feeling both apologetic and disappointed in himself. The silence went on for a whole minute before Jungkook spoke through his teeth - "You're an asshole."

"I'm sorry! I was tipsy she came onto me I thought you were casual! Yeah you two look suspicious but she really worked me up on purpose! Why is this a big deal? You keep saying you don't like her!" Taehyung raised his voice immediately, his nerves rising.

"I don't know! I would never do that to you, hyung. It just feels shitty. I wish I didn't need to fucking listen to it! I feel like a pathetic creep. And now she fucking hates me and I can't hate her!"

This was probably the most upset Jungkook looked to his friends. They were quite worried for him but decided to let him storm off to his room to calm down. They knew he needed to clear his head since Jungkook always knew how to push away the sensitive side of him. The irrational thinking got him feeling too sad though. Jungkook plopped onto his bed, just wanting to sleep for a couple of more hours. He couldn't wait for Monday to finally start his activities. He hated how self conscious he was becoming about stuff that never caused him to feel that way before.

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Jungkook stayed inside his room for the entire afternoon, missing the hiking trip. His friends had to lie to the counselors, saying he felt ill and he needed rest. It threw them off guard once Hae said the same thing about Y/N. The two of them alone at the camp resort was a recipe for disaster. The awkward bumping into each other both of them left their cabins made both Hae and Taehyung's friends worried. The situation was quite nerve-racking.

Y/N stayed at the cabin, still a little bit hungover and tired from last night. She felt so ashamed she didn't want to leave her room, but after feeling that breezy wind come from the open window, she wanted to clear her thoughts. It would be a shame to stay inside on such an enjoyable sunny day.

So, she decided to walk to the dock. She didn't know Jungkook decided to jog around the camp, something he always did when he felt stressed out.

The awkward situation was approaching. Y/N sat at the dock, observing the sparkling lake, her eyes squinting from the strong reflection in the water.

Jungkook's steps were getting louder each second, causing her to turn around.

"What are you doing here?" She raised her voice, making Jungkook almost trip and fall. He didn't notice her, given the sun was narrowing his vision.

He stopped, sighing a bit.

"Well, what are YOU doing here?" He tossed the question right back to her.

Y/N sat in silence for a few seconds until standing up, clearly ashamed and angry at him. She hated how easily she was controlled by him, and thought she fell for his grand master plan. A classic misunderstanding between them.

"Can we talk?" Jungkook softly asked, coming closer to her so she wouldn't walk away. However, she continued walking.

"Why? I don't need your apologies."

"I'm not here to apologize. I'm here to explain." Jungkook's tone was quite direct, kind of off putting to her.

Y/N widened her eyes at his rude tone.

"What-?"

"No, listen to me." He put his hand on her forearm, lightly squeezing it from the desperation he felt.

"You didn't let me explain last night. The truth is, I was terrified. I just, I'm.." As Jungkook tried to find words, Y/N tried her hardest to listen.

"Can we talk somewhere more private?" Jungkook begged.

Y/N wanted to reassure him they were probably entirely alone at the camp, but she decided to let him have it.

"Fine." She sighed and started walking towards her cabin, given it was closer to the dock than his.

Jungkook followed her, his timid steps keeping a distance from her.

The awkward walk towards the cabin was making them both feel so uncomfortable. Both of them were impulsive, and both of them were wrong. Pride is sometimes the downfall of every person, but it was the small voice inside Y/N's head that wasn't budging. She was quite sure that Jungkook really used her for his own good.

Y/N closed the door of her room. Jungkook felt as if he needed to throw up but figured, forcing himself to say it out loud would be the only solution in that moment. He barely managed to do it, but he said it.

"I'm a virgin." Jungkook finally uttered the words out loud, hating that familiar feeling of his chest tightening.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, sitting down in slight shock.

"That can't be true."

"It is." He continued.

"So, you avoided it last night because you were scared?" She asked him curiously.

"Hey, let's not exaggerate. I wasn't scared." Jungkook was a terrible liar, his tone not convincing her. He sat down next to her, keeping some distance.

"Why? How-? How come?" Y/N really picked her words wisely.

"I never felt the need to advance from foreplay with anyone. I never wanted to lose my virginity at the party. And usually everyone here hooks up at the party." Jungkook spoke more openly, Y/N staying silent as he continued.

"I mean that's how all the guys lost their virginities and stuff. I always just kept with forth base, I guess."

After he finished, he observed what she was going to say with so much focus.

"I get it. Trust me, totally. I just don't understand. Why are you saying this to me? Shouldn't you avoid me like all those girls you never really had sex with in the end?" Y/N raised her eyebrow.

"Because I want to fuck you." He was blunt, his tone sounding quite hot and attractive to her.

"I never really wanted that with any other girl at camp." He admitted, slightly smiling from how ridiculous he felt by saying it.

Y/N sighed.

"I can't do this to you. I had no idea you were a virgin. I can't be your first. I don't want to be." She couldn't stop the stressful word vomit.

She got up but Jungkook pulled her to sit down on the bed.

"Please." Jungkook held her hand, stroking her arm to sit down. She immediately surrendered, sitting down.

"I'm sorry for acting that way. Sorry for saying the wrong thing most of the time. But I like spending time with you. And I like getting physical with you. Can we just have fun like normal people do?" Jungkook softly spoke, his words convincing her. He was happy with the final outcome of the things he wanted to say. It was even better because it was truly sincere.

"I'm sorry I fu-I'm sorry I got with Tae." She looked down.

"Yeah, you're an asshole too for that." He was direct again, sliding next to her so that their thighs were touching.

Y/N rested her forehead against his.

"Do you want to...do this?" He asked.

"Not now right?" She asked in a worried tone. He immediately shook his head.

"Okay."

"But-" She disrupted his happiness for a moment.

"If we keep this friendship strictly sexual, we have to communicate, right?" She smirked, having a plan in mind. Jungkook smirked st her smugness.

"I agree. Do you have anything to get off your chest?" He moved his face closer to hers.

"I want to suck your cock." Y/N kissed the side of his ear and whispered. Jungkook, without a thought, put his hand on her cheek and brought her in for a kiss. His skin was slightly sweaty due to stress and the hotness of the day. The cabins heated up the same way they did. Soon, Y/N was stroking Jungkook's chest. The sun strays that entered the room really made her excited that she could see him in full light, not being able to hide anymore in darkness. His skin was glowing under the direct light. Those details always riled her up.

The sloppy sounds of kissing filled the entire room. Jungkook's soft lips were attached to hers, kissing her quite carefully and slowly. Y/N heated it up by interacting her tongue with his for a little while.

He started grinding his hips into hers, his hardening crotch rubbing against hers.

"You're good." She whispered into his mouth. Jungkook's lips formed into a shy smile.

"You're too." His deep whisper made her shiver. For the first time, they kissed without critiques and unnecessary comments. It was all quite real now. The fact Jungkook got to kiss her again after explaining everything made him exhale with ease.

They continued kissing, the act heavily progressing. Y/N straddled Jungkook's lap, grinding on his lap as they sat on the edge of the bed.

Jungkook skin was incredibly soft under her lips, and he always had a scent of cleanliness, as if he had just got out of the shower. Y/N enjoyed kissing down his neck and collarbones. Before Jungkook could even realize what was happening, Y/N was already kneeling in front of him, pulling down his shorts and underwear. His rock hard length sprung free, eager for her mouth and much more. Y/N's lips wrapped around him, sliding up and down, lacking control he took over.

He slid her mouth and head off his dick only to repeat the same motion moments after.

Jungkook let out a breathy moan, loving the way her mouth was so freely coating his entire cock. He pushed himself into her mouth faster, his grip on her hair tightening every second. His soft breathy groans turned into high pitched moans, totally immersed in pleasure.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He continued repeating over and over again, biting his lip to control his moans. He began having more firmer thrusts into her mouth. As he was thrusting himself inside, Jungkook had thought about how he’d fuck her. He tried to replicate it to her mouth, the thought of it driving the both of them insane. If only the sensation was more vivid and closer to it. He tried to close his eyes and listen to her muffles, imagining the mouth was her tight entrance, but the sensation of the mouth was a bit too different from how her womanhood would feel like clenching around him. But he could only imagine it.

Y/N on the other hand was soaking wet, her pussy yearning for him.

"I’d fuck you like this.” He moaned, pushing himself harder down her throat. He had realized how desperate she was for him to feel her up.

Y/N moaned at the thought, his hips starting to slam into her mouth as she took all of him in, gagging after every few thrusts.

Tears prickled on the corners of her eyes, the sight of her mouth getting fucked like that was pushing Jungkook close to his edge.

“You're so amazing.“ He stroked her hair for a brief second, fucking himself into her mouth harder. Y/N felt his member twitch inside of her mouth as he took his final look at her cleavage before coming apart.

With a few more sloppier thrusts, his belly clenched and his grip on her hair was becoming slightly too rough. He shot his seed inside her mouth, letting out broken moans of her name out. Jungkook could have sworn he never came that hard in his entire life. He let go of her hair, his dick sliding out of her mouth. Y/N gulped his salty seed and wiped her mouth as he observed her carefully. Still kneeling in front of him, Y/N looked up and giggled, both of them left without words after a heated short lived session.

Jungkook leaned in and kissed her, bringing her up to sit on top of him. He kneaded her thighs, kissing her softly.

"Sorry if I was maybe too rough." Jungkook shyly spoke, nuzzling his nose into her neck.

"No,no. You were great." She smiled, kissing him in reassurance.

"I want to make you feel good." Jungkook spoke, his hand rubbing small circles on her sensitive clitoris over her shorts.

Before they could continue, both of them flinched at the sound of the cabin door opening. The girls were back. Everyone was back from their afternoon trip.

"Fuck, you need to go." She started giggling, rushing him towards the window. Jungkook got up, both of them not exactly knowing why he should run away but the feeling of slight shame and judgement was eating them inside.

Jungkook took one step out the window, kissing her before jumping into the bushes, he almost fell, which made Y/N panic.

"You okay?"

"I think so. See you later." He giggled, sending a smile her way. The knock on her door made her shift her attention from Jungkook who was already sneaking away to his cabin, trying to avoid the group.

"Is everything okay?" Hae was still knocking on her door.

Y/N opened the door.

During that same time outside, Jungkook realized he's been caught.

"Jungkook, what are you doing around here?"

Fuck - Jungkook thought. He knew that voice all too well.

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sweatymakernight · 2 months

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Watch till end, Armys🤣😭

#bts #mi-rae #aesthetic #fanart #digital art #jungkook #jk x yn #fanfic #short fanfic #funny #pov

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kissforyouu · 4 months

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pent up stress

pairing : husband!jungkook x wife!reader

genre : smut , fluff

warnings : there is a babyy , oc is a stressed mom , jk relieving all her stress , nicknames used : sweetheart/honey/my love , sexual : clit play , fingering , cum eating , making out , oral sex (f recieving) , lactation kink , p in v , mate press (?)

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"shh, shh, it's okay, baby."

you gently pat your baby's back, switching from patting it and rubbing it up and down every second.

"my baby, hmm, it's fine. don't cry, don't cry, my love." you rock your baby up and down while spinning around the room, walking back and forth, doing all sorts of things to calm the baby down.

"sweet baby." leaning your head down to press a soothing kiss onto your baby's forehead, then another, another, and another and so on. there's a small smile forming on your face once your baby calms down a little.

"come on, shhh. goodnight, my love..." you carry your baby to his nursery, tip toeing, not wanna risk anything as you slowly bend your body forward to place the sleeping baby on the crib. and just as you do that—

"waaaahhhhhhhh! "

ah. yeah. right.

quickly retrieving back to your old position, your hand immediately flies to lay on top of your baby's back meanwhile your other arm is wrapped around your baby's body.

letting out a sigh mixed with exhaustion, you press your baby's head onto your chest, letting him listen to your heartbeat. please go to sleep. earlier you read an article saying that letting the baby listen to the mother's heartbeat makes them sleep better. please work.

don't get me wrong. your son is the best the best thing that has ever happened to you. he's your everything and you've always wanted to be a mom. but sometimes, it's just so hard. but you're aware that this is not something you can avoid and is prone to happen. and seeing your son's cute bunny smile at the end of the day was worth all the struggles. no matter how exhausting it can get sometimes.

it was around 3am now, after all.

your back was pressed against the headboard as you cuddled your baby into your embrace. half lidded, you watch your turn his face from side to side on your chest, trying to find a comfortable position and a few small squeaks leaving him here and there.

there's a small smile on your face while you rub your baby's back soothingly. meanwhile also trying not to fall asleep on spot.

but just as you were about to go against your own words and fall asleep, the door creeps open, making you jolt back up to look for who it is, only to see your husband's head peaking from behind the door.

he walks in, taking big but silent steps towards you.

jungkook smiles, "how's my babyboy doing?"

"he's a very bad baby tonight." you huff with a small grin, playfully, "but i managed to put him to sleep."

jungkook giggles, leaning forward to press a kiss onto your sleeping baby's cheek. your son squeaks, shifting his face from one side to another while comfortably laying his head on your chest.

"gimme the baby, honey. i'll put him to in the cot. you should get ready for bed." he pats your hair, twirling one of your strands.

"hm, okay." you get up, gently placing the baby in your husband's arms. but then—

the baby suddenly yelps, fists clutching onto your shirt tightly. you're startled, but you handle the situation just fine.

"ah, ah, ah, my baby." you're groaning, you're tired. but it's okay. you look at jungkook, the dark circles around your eyes very clear, but it's okay.

"oh, come on, baby. come to papa, it's okay." jungkook hums a small tone, one that your son for sure likes, as you slowly sneak the baby into his arm.

without even noticing the change of positions, your baby just snuggles into the familiar warmth of your husband's chest.

sigh. you sigh, sitting back on the bed.

"get ready for bed, my love."

you nod, just getting up from the bed and walking back to your shared bedroom.

by the time jungkook manages to fully calm your baby down and place him in his crib and come back, he finds you still on the bed blankly staring at the wall.

he's confused. shouldn't you be in bed already?

"honey, what's this? not sleepy?" there's concern written all over his face.

"are you okay?"

the moment he asks that, he notices your face turning completely sour with a big pout forming on your face. oh no, he knows that face very well.

"hey, hey, what's wrong?" jungkook quickly rushes to sit next to you, his hand now on your back, rubbing up and down and flattening any wrinkles on your shirt.

without any warning, you pull your husband closer by his arm and hugs him tight, face buried deep in his neck.

"i feel so exhausted." a small mumble.

your husband sighs, immediately noticing the problem.

"i know, sweetheart, i know. it's okay. just calm down for now, hm?" he leans his back against the headboard, pulling you closer to his body as you curled up into a small ball and let yourself be comforted by your husband's soothing heartbeat.

"we had this talk before, remember? days like this are prone to happen. and we have to get through it somehow." he whispers into your ear, pressing kissing in between his sentences as well. you hum, lightly nodding your head, agreeing.

"it's for our little baby. you're the best mommy i know and ever will know. just imagine us telling sannie about how much of a hussle he was when he's older." he chuckles, placing kisses on the crown of your head.

you smile into his chest, nodding.

"it's for our sannie." you mumble and jungkook hums, gently massaging your head. jungkook brushes his fingers through your hair, gently, soothingly, almost making you fall asleep. he had his head leaned downwards, forehead pressed against the crown of your head as he planted small pecks all over your forehead and eyelids.

"jungkook." you pull on his shirt, slowly making your way out of his embrace.

he just hums, caressing your cheek so softly.

stop. you love him so much.

you touch his hand on your cheek, leaning forward to connect your lips with him. your husband immediately smiles into the kiss, his fingers holding your face so gently as your lips moved against eachother perfectly.

his tongue licks your lower lip, slowly sneaking its way in your mouth. the tip of your tongues meet eachother, smoothly gliding against eachother as you to make out. like, really hard.

there's soft little noises coming out of the smacks of your lips, both of you eating eachothers faces out. not being able to hold back, you whimper, your fingers gripping onto jungkook's biceps.

you makeout for a few more seconds then breaking out for air.

jungkook couldn't help but let out a small squeaky laugh.

and oh, that laugh. it brought you back to the days where you both were just two highschoolers starting to like eachother. made you feel like a little girl having her first crush.

thinking about that had you forming the biggest cheekiest smile on your lips.

jungkook was a little confused at your change of expressions, but he just smiles it off. you sit up on his lap again, pulling your husband in for another kiss.

so you kiss.

but then, jungkook manages to get you to lay down on your bed on your back and him slowly getting on top of you. almost sneakily.

breaking from your kiss, you groan, letting your head fall onto the bed. jungkook snickers, almost evil, body laying softly on top of yours as he pulls you into another kiss. now, your legs are crushing his thighs, caging him between them while both your hands gripped onto his shoulders.

while you both are eating out eachother's faces, jungkook's hand slithers under your baggy sweatshirt, massaging your soft stomach.

"hm..." he hums, squeezing your tummy fat.

you both open your eyes at the same time, jungkook breaking down to a small giggle again. the tip of your tongues brush past eachother over and over again. fuck, you're getting so hot. you bet your face is as red as a tomato right now.

your husband brings up his other hand to hold you face by your cheek, then his tongue leaves you for a brief moment—and instead, he spits a globe of spit down to your mouth.

"swallow."

gladly, you swallow it down, opening your mouth again with your tongue out to show that you've done as he said.

jungkook huffs, smirking—fuck, he's so breathtakingly attractive.

"my amazing little wife. best woman in the world. best mama." his words flutter your stomach entirely. you swear you could see the butterflies flying out of your stomach.

you just smile in return, and that's more than enough for him.

"are you feeling any better, my love?" jungkook caresses your cheek as if you were the most fragile being on earth, touching you with so much gentleness.

you just hum with a small nod. but your hand touches jungkook's one that was on your cheek, then you put his fingers in your mouth.

jungkook watches you with amusement as you wet his fingers with your saliva. once you felt satisfied enough, you pull his fingers out. lifting up the hem of your sweatshirt using your other hand, you glide jungkook's fingers down your body, leaving a small trail of saliva on your stomach.

once you've reached your pelvis, you lift up little shorts, pushing his hand inside.

"touch me, jungkook." you moan out.

and i swear to god, jungkook swore he's never ever seen his wife hotter than this moment. he felt all the blood rush down to his pants, his dick hardening each second.

"shit—" his voice was so breathy, "you're so hot. baby, i'm gonna lose my mind." he takes a deep breath before diving straight down to your neck. he begins to kiss and suck on your neck, nibbling here and there, biting too. meanwhile, jungkook also makes sure to add a little bit of pressure to your clit. not doing anything but just pressing onto it subtly. tease.

you moan as your husband continues to suck and bite all over your neck, leaving little hickeys all over.

"i need you so bad, kook. please take care of me..." the last bit of words leave you in a whisper. jungkook almost feels dizzy from your words, god he loved it so much.

"i'm so tired, hm. need you to make me cum to relax me." you're caressing the top of his cheek with the pad of your thumb.

jungkook loved seeing you needy.

"alright, honey." he places one final kiss on your forehead.

jungkook spreads your legs further apart, fingers skimming over your soft cotton shorts over and over. and once he sees the little wet spot in between your thighs, it almost makes him drip the drool out of his mouth.

"ahh, pretty." his thumb rubs over the wet spot, caressing it and pressing onto your clothed clit. through your shorts, jungkook pinches your clit, making you let out a small squeal.

"just get to it, hmph." you groan. jungkook's smirk just widens more. your husband nods, taking off your shorts.

"ah, fuck, prettiest pussy ever, baby." the tip of his fingers dips in between your mushy folds, collecting some of your arousal. he brings it to your clit to get it wet, then gently rubbing circles on top. you whimper, nodding.

jungkook lowers his body down, hooking his arm behind your thigh, hoisting it up a bit. his body lays fully flat on the bed, between your thighs with his face pressing kisses all over your thighs. he also bites your flesh, not too hard but not too soft— well, hard enough to form little marks for sure. he bites a spot on your thigh inches away from your pussy, then flicking his tongue on that area, gently sucking it afterwards.

like this, your husband makes sure to leave small hickeys all over your thighs and take his time. while you were left squirming and the puddle in between your thighs just growing and growing.

i thought you said no teasing?

jungkook swipes his thumb over one of your hickeys, caressing it and then leaning forward to press little kisses over it.

"love these fuckin' thighs."

and without a warning when your eyes were closed, your husband decides to dive into the messy in between your folds with a long lick.

"ah!" surprised, you hook your fingers into jungkook's hair. he hums, licking stripes of your pussy. kitten licking your hole, his fingers tease your clit. he circles your clit slowly while his lips latch onto one of your folds, sucking on it.

jungkook pulls away with a groan, making you let out a long relieved sigh.

"more."

"hm."

he gets right back to licking your pussy, making long strokes from your hole to your clit. then he spits on your clit first, tongue immediately swiping over your clit repeatedly. it was the perfect stimulation to beg you for more. his eyes were closed, he seems to be in the moment enjoying your pussy as if it was his last meal. while making out with your clit, he decides to have some mercy on your hole.

your husband plunging two of his fingers in your pussy was the cherry on top for you.

"ah— ah, ah! mmh...!" your grip on his hair tighten. back arched, face thrown back, whimpering and moaning so fucking loud.

"shhh, you might wake sannie up, my love."

you nod vigoursly, pushing your husband's face deeper into your pussy and grinding. jungkook was going at an animalistic pace, his face completely smothered all over your pussy. your arousal mixed with his drool was all over his face. his jaw was already beginning to ache, but he didn't care. all he cared about was whether his pretty wife was satisfied or not.

his fingers thrust in and out of your hole sloppily. the scene was so messy. he loved how squishy your pussy felt. and that just made him think more about how you'd feel wrapped around him again.

one last tug and bite on your clit, you let out one last long moan, pulling onto your husband's hair roots as your cum gushed down your cunt.

"shit, oh fuck" your husband whines at the sight of your swollen cunt.

he caresses up and down your cunt with the back of his middle and ring finger. you hiss at the cold feeling of his wedding ring pressing onto your clit as if that whole finger wasn't just inside you just a minutes ago. jungkook realises you liked it. so he smirks, slapping your swollen cunt with the back of his fingers repeatedly, especially making sure his ring is slapped against your clit over and over again.

"kook!—whine haaaaah! haah, hh!"

he slaps your thigh harshly to get you to stop squirming around. once his wish is fullfilled, he forces open your thighs, diving right back into your slit again.

"jungkook!" you were already overstimulated enough.

his eyes were closed once again and nails digging into the flesh of your thighs. face buried deep in your pussy again, he carefully lapped at your sweet juices away with long satisfied hums against your cunt.

"hm, hmm, hm— so good." he reassures.

and a last little kiss was on top of your swollen clit. you let out a small mewl followed by relieved sigh.

"how are you feeling, baby?"

"good, so good. thank you." you pant.

"anything for my heart." he coos, kissing your temple.

aw. he said "my heart". your heart melted.

jungkook pokes your cheek with a smug grin as he lifted his body up and got off of the bed. huh.

"where are you going?"

"to clean you up?" he raises his eyebrow at you, slightly confused.

"what?"

"what do you mean what?"

"well— uh, i thought you were gonna..." you pout.

"hm?"

"kook, please fuck me. i am so horny and i need you so bad." there we go. jungkook's jaw was on the floor for the second time today. i can't lie, he was loving this new side of you. bold and straightforward. you're more vocal about your sexual needs now. you never were before.

he opens his mouth to say something, but shrugs while biting his lips, hurriedly getting on top of you again.

"shiiiiiiit, let me take care of you, mama."

your husband's fingers hook onto the hem of your shirt, pulling it upwards to take it off of you. he gawks at the sight of your tits, squished in your bralette. he hurries to take it off, throwing it away not caring where it may land.

his big hands impatiently grab your tits which were filled and heavy with milk. he looked completely hypnotised. squeezing and massaging your tits, his eyes glued to the milk that's leaking out of your nipples. swiping his thumb over your nipples over and over, jungkook looks over to you, asking for permission.

you nod.

immediately taking in one of your nipples in his mouth, your husband begins to suck relentlessly.

"oh, jungkook...!" your hand was on the back on your husband's head, instinctively massaging his scalp while he dived into your breasts.

he spits on your nipple then swirls his tongue on the saliva, dragging it all over your chest. the artwork being created on your chest was very messy, like always. he playfully bites your soft flesh and pulls it as if he could just bite a chunk off of you.

"tastes surprisingly good."

"surprisingly good?" you crack up a laugh, tilting your head to the side as you ruffled his hair.

"yeah."

he squeezes your breast again, fingers travelling from there down to your pussy again. with a smug face, jungkook parts your legs again, getting in between. he playfully flicts your clit just to earn an annoyed groan from you. apologising with a little kiss on your clit, your husband begins to rub himself through his boxers.

pulling his cock out, he slaps it on your clit a few times, making sure your clit was covered in his precum. then, he glides it down to your hole teasingly slow. spitting on his cock to use it as lubricant, he finally glides it in your drenched cunt.

"ohhh"

both you and jungkook moan at the same time, loving—obsessively loving the feeling you just got. shit, that felt good. like so so so good. especially after waiting for his cock to slide in you.

"so warm, mama. so perfect for me. you're all mine." he just cups your face, staring at you so lovingly. jungkook holds up your legs by your thighs, pressing your knees to your chest. his cock goes in and out of you steadily. short timed pants from the both of you take over the room, mixing well together and creating a small harmony even.

jungkook couldn't get over how pretty your pussy looked. so pretty and perfect for him. he was aware that you did have a bit of insecurities building up after your pregnancy. but being the sweet loving husband he is, he had a talk with you and reassured you that he still saw you the same, and of course he will for the rest of his life. you were everything to him. so perfect.

he spits a ball of saliva onto your clit, watching it dribble down to mix with his thrusts. he swipes his thumb over the small patch of hair on top of your cunt, groaning.

watching jungkook act completely mesmerised with your cunt only made you wetter and his thrusts grow even rougher.

his thighs snap into your ass like a drum, the sound of skin slapping and moans and whines filling the room. mostly yours. but you knew better to keep it on the low.

"shit, oh, mama!"

jungkook spreads your legs by the knees now, both your knees ending up on the sides of your head. his body leaned down to yours, breath fanning against your lips as he quite literally manhandled the fuck out of you.

the sex wasn't rough, though. it's like he didn't want to make it rough. but it felt so good. but he made sure to increase his pace at odd times just to rile you up.

"mm, haaaaaa!"

he knew you needed to come from clit stimulation though. so to make it easier, your husband moves your left leg to his right hand, his hand holding both your legs now as he fucked into you.

"oh my god, jungkook!"

immediately squeezing your eyes shut at the sudden stimulation on your clit, your breath hitches and toes curl. your husband rubs your clit in the form of an eight, pinching it then and there too.

"hmmmm, you're gonna cum?"

you nod repeatedly, eyes squeezed shut and feeling completely fucked. no pun intended.

"yeah? cum. cum so i can fuck it deeper into you." he rubs your clit faster, increasing his pace. you whine out loud as your sweet cum comes down, making your body shake under your husband's grasp. jungkook groans once your juices coat his dick as he fucks you through your orgasm.

"oh my god, i love you...so much!" you choke out, nails digging into your bedroom. shit, that was just what jungkook needed to release.

"fucking hell, say that again." he throws his head back, bringing both your legs up in the air again and pressed against eachother as he fucked into you.

"i love you!"

"ahh, shit, shit..." he groans, thrusts getting sloppier as he cums down your cunt. he collapses right next to you, hugging your thighs close by your knees. while both you and jungkook regain consciousness while laying on the bed for a few seconds, you also make sure to admire his afterglow and also to tuck a few of his hair strands away.

jungkook gets up fast though, but never misses to kiss your hand. he quickly grabs a tissue and cleans in between your legs.

you yawn, snuggling into the sheets.

"you just wanna go to sleep?"

you nod. but you get up, making a quick trip to the bathroom to pee. by the time you're back, the sheets are changed are new, neatly tucked too. your heart immediately warms as you smile widely, wrapping your arms around your husband and kissing his cheek.

"i love youuu!"

"i love you more, baby!" he pecks your pouty lips. he tells you to dress up while he goes to check on your baby. once he comes back, you're happily tucked in your bed with a big fat smile on your face.

"someone's feeling better, huh?" he scrunches his nose up.

"uhhuh!" you nod also, patting the vacant spot next to you on the bed. jungkook happily lays there, inviting you to lay in his arms.

"i love you, mama. god, i'm so crazy for you. thank you for all you're doing, honey."

#jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #smut #bts #bts jk #bts smut #jungkook x you #x yn #yn #bts x you #bts x reader

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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 4 months

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Peaches & Cream | Masterlist

➪ Pairing: jungkook x female reader

➪ Synopsis: You're his Peaches and he is your Pretty boy. It's all very simple until the fear of commitment kicks in. How does one maintain a safe distance when it's Jungkook? The gestures might be sweet and naive but the heat between us is almost suffocating.

➪ Genre: college love, strangers to friends to lovers, undefined relationship, commitment issues, fear of abandonment, angst, slow burn, plot twist

➪ W/c: 31.5k

➪ Playlist (Spotify) *Note: There are 17 songs, one for each chapter

➪ Sequel: Somewhere Between Hello and Goodbye

Chapter 1: The Night Before I Met You - 1.9k

Chapter 2: Hey Flip Flops - 1.4k

Chapter 3: Nursing Buddies - 1.3k

Chapter 4: Let Me Make It Up To You - 1.2k

Chapter 5: Fever - 1.4k

Chapter 6: You Can Be My Baby For Tonight - 1.6k

Chapter 7: Clinging Onto Me - 1.6k

Chapter 8: Safe Escape - 1.6k

Chapter 9: Almost Had You - 1.6k

Chapter 10: Scavenger Hunt - 2.3k

Chapter 11: Tell Me To Stop - 2k

Chapter 12: Purple Marks - 1.7k

Chapter 13: Company - 1.5k

Chapter 14: Mental Picture - 1.8k

Chapter 15: You Don't Want Me? - 2.6k

Chapter 16: Peaches and Cream - 2.7k

Chapter 17: Ruin Our Friendship - 2.9k

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uofcosmos · 1 month

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jungkook bf hcs

sfw

- always lets you colour in his tattoos/sleeve with your eyeshadow palette or makeup, always walks around with it after its like your own little colouring book

- if he's not going somewhere you are, he always tries to convince you to stay home but if you don't, the compromise is you doing your makeup on his lap

- definition of scary dog privilege!!! hovers behind you anytime you're talking to someone he doesn't know

- type to call you up at 2/3am to go on a walk to the nearest convenience store to get ice cream cause he loves your company

- if you even mention liking a specific hairstyle on a guy he just goes and does it, his looks vary so much in your relationship cause he's always changing it up depending on your preferences

- always stocked up on your fav drinks/snacks

- go to petname is baby!!! thinks you're the cutest

- if you're ever mad at him he always squeezes your cheeks in one hand

- anytime he goes out and sees something that remotely reminds him of you, he is buying it

- buys clothes with how you would like wearing them in mind, goes out of his way to give you his clothes

- type to text you about every small update in his life, he sees a cool looking flower and you're getting a picture of it

- matches his pinkie nail with your nail set!!!! loves helping you pick out designs and colours

- after the first time you come over to his place, he'd have a pair of slides available just for you

- if you ever get sick he'd be attached to you, bcs if you're sick he has to get sick, you guys r a team 🤞

- his gym goals involve benching double your weight so if there was ever an emergency he could pick you up and get you outta there

- type to say "this one's for you babe" and make it

- rlly into giving you piggyback rides!!

- you're tired? you're on his back

- drunk?? his back!!!

- starts pillow fights/wrestling but will give you the win and acts super defeated

- loves gaming but the second you say you're sleepy, he's already in bed waiting for you

- big spoon!!! will surround your body and borderline suffocate you

nsfw under cut!! mdni

- top, on the softer side

- teases you a LOT, chronic sex giggler even when you're getting frustrated

- watch stays ON during sex

- not only during sex but smacks your ass a lot

- you bend over to pick something up and it's over

- loves you tucking his hair back if it falls around his face midway

- lots of foreplay!!!!

- loves showing off how strong he is, rlly into picking you up during sex

- type to grip the headboard during, loves showing off his forearms

- also LOVESSS when you hold onto his arms

- if you guys ever tried roleplay, he'd try to play along but he'd find you too cute to take seriously

- nuzzles you w his nose a lot during, esp when you're making a lot of noise

- in love w your thighs his face stays buried there (even outside of you guys fucking)

- holds your hair back in a makeshift ponytail when you're giving head

- if you fall asleep after, when you wake up you'd be in a clean shirt (his) and wiped down!!!

- has a post fuck snack drawer in case you're hungry after

#bts #jungkook #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jeon jungkook #jungkook x y/n #jeon jungkook x reader #bts x y/n #jungkook hcs #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader smut #jungkook headcanons #jk x reader

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ayustuff · 5 months

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ɪɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ | pro-hero!bakugou x fem!reader, fluff, a little angst maybe?, comfort, suggestive

katsuki had been trying to sleep but he can feel your eyes seeing right through his soul. you have these eyes that stare intently at him whilst your eyebrows are knitted showing your grumpiness. your lips curled to a pout that katsuki grumbled about later. honestly, he doesn't know why you're acting like that, it's not like you two fought or anything.

he thinks again and debates his thoughts of what's the cause of your grumpiness yet nothing comes to mind. and not long before he even realizes it he was looking at you, you still have the same intense expression on your face though katsuki looks so softly at it.

after minutes he decided not to look through your behavior anymore, "yeah, just fucking wake me up when you want something. fuck." he says with no aggression but a possible of adoring, he might have found you quite cute whenever you're angry. he turned to face the wall, as he was about to fall asleep he felt a hand travelling from his waist to his abdomen.

his eyes shot open, you were taking off his sweats.

"what the fuck-" he looks at you with disbelief. katsuki sits up, still haven't figured out your wierd behavior. there's a couple of seconds of silence where you two read eachother's faces. katsuki is one to break the tension by humming then he pulls his sweats back on, his hard length still showing a little bit from his waist band. "y/n-"

he gets cut off, "you said wake you up when i want something."

"yeah, but…" his voice trails off as he realizes what's going on. maybe he was a little busy at work that he'd ended up coming home for dinner, a shower, then a limited time of cutesy bonding, at last a cuddle with you to deep slumber.

he released a deep sigh, his heart warming with slight guilt. crimson eyes droop down a little to look at your figure, his arms slowly wraps around your waist. there was silence but it was a pleasant feeling. closing his eyes, he feels your soft body against him.

a long gentle kiss was planted on your forehead, he said no words but you can feel by his body that he's sad of himself. you chuckled and hugged him tight, your grumpiness dissolving. nuzzling in his neck, his scent floods onto you. "'m sorry, was too exhausted with work."

you hummed in response.

"barely got to touch you this week." he grumbles, his guiltiness still lingers.

you kiss his cheek accompanied by a nib, a try to assurring him. "'s okay. you can pay me by cockwarming you to sleep, hehe~"

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jieunslut · 16 days

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𝑺𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒇 & 𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒇 . 🖤

⚠️ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: + ɴsғᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ .

› ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ + ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ;

› ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ;

› ᴊᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴛ/ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ ʙғ.

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You had just arrived at one of the fanciest restaurants you've ever set foot in, walking calmly through the entrance and instantly attracting admiring glances at your breathless beauty. Even though you are a successful doctor, your boyfriend insists on spoiling you with whatever he (you) wants.

When you saw your boyfriend's unmistakable black long hair and broad shoulders sitting in the corner of the restaurant with his back to the entrance, you quickly walked towards him, hugging his shoulders from behind and leaving a warm kiss on his nape before sitting across him.

"I thought you wouldn't come..." — he joked with a mischievous smile, taking your hand across the table and leaving a warm kiss on your palm, without letting go of that passionate look on you. — "But now I see the reasons... you look magnificent, as always, my darling."

You couldn't help but blush at his words, always making you melt inside, so you just smiled sweetly. Your expensive jewelry shone brightly due to the reflection of the restaurant's luxurious chandeliers, making you even more illuminated among those rich people.

Suddenly, Jungkook stands up and sits next to you this time, leaning in to whisper in your ear. His strong and masculine scent permeates your nose and fills your lungs, while his warm breath hits your earlobe, making your entire body tingle.

"You know, darling.. I'm trying my best not to grab you here in front of all these people, but you're really making this difficult for me.." — he paused and chuckled softly, leaning closer. — "So, the only thing I'm thinking about right now is taking you to my penthouse and fucking you on the balcony."

"Jungkook.. don't do this to me.." — you replied, trying your best to stay calm, but you already could feel your underwear getting damp.

"Oh.. Should I be nice to you now?" — he laughed again, pulling away and sighing deeply as he adjusted his pants that felt tighter than ever. Glancing at you one last time, he just went back to drinking his wine, anxiously waiting to take you home.

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(jk's penthouse; 12pm.)

As soon as you both entered Jungkook's luxurious mansion, he closed the door and pinned you against the cold wall, kissing you hungrily. Guiding your small hands to his bulge, he let out a needy moan into your mouth.

"Just.. Just feel how you left me. How crazy I am for you and only for you." — He whispered, as he attacked you again with his lips without even waiting for a response.

When you realized it, you were already lying on Jungkook's bed, just in your bra and panties while he licked and nibbled on your chest and collarbone, leaving countless hickeys.

"Dom- me, Goo.." — was all you could whisper, and it was all it took to bring him to the brink of lust, his eyes dark and dripping with desire.

"As you want, my baby girl." — he said in a husky tone, almost as a whisper.

Words were no longer needed, just the electric touch between the two of you. Little by little, no clothes were any longer a barrier, and Jungkook was already stickily attacking your breasts; sucking, licking and nibbling witt softness, but hungry.

His thick hands teased you in a slow and torturous way, scratching your thighs and tracing light circles on your belly, before reaching your center. He left wet kisses all over your body, moving his attention away from your breasts and down to your desire point.

"Just relax and be my good girl as always." — he whispered slyly, his warm breath hitting your wet lips and leaving kisses on your throbbing clit.

It didn't take long for him to start licking and nibbling that entire area, moaning along you when he felt how ready you were for him and only for him. While delighting in your unique taste, Jeon inserted two fingers into your entrance, pumping with calculated slowness, but increasing the pace deliciously.

"Scream my name- yeah.. like this, baby.. come in my mouth and prove to me how much you are mine." — he ordered with an authoritative air, squeezing your thighs with his free hand and burying his head even further between your shaky legs. He wanted everything of you.

You just wanted to prove to him how much you were his, how he was the only one to leave you in that state and how submissive you were to him. You wanted to prove that you were a good girl, that you would cum intensely in his mouth; and so you did.

It didn't take long for your hips to thrust one last time, causing the hot liquid to flow from your core and drop directly into Jeon's mouth. You were panting due to the intensity of that climax, but the view you came across when you looked down was even better: Jungkook licking and sucking every last hour of your nectar, with pleasure.

"Such a good girl.." — he said softly, with a proud smile.

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Jungkook was afraid of this.

From the moment he first made you laugh—oh, he knew he was fucked. Something inside him twisted and turned until his mind found ease from your very touch. Then, suddenly and all at once, every fiber in his body surrendered. Though he didn’t do the best job, he still tried. He tried his best to resist you and the feelings his heart felt. As his heart found rest with yours—it was then he realized that it was no use.

He was addicted to you.

It’s like he’s a child all over again, tasting his favourite chocolate bar for the first time. It’s like he’s a timid high schooler trying weed and getting so high, that he’s already making plans to do this again tomorrow. Or, it’s like he’s a man falling in love for the first time.

For real.

No bullshit, just the plain and boring truth. No, he wasn’t only addicted to you… Jungkook is falling in love with—

“Cute room.” You step into his room and shut the door behind you. The room is dim, only lit with his warm lamp light and a few candles placed around. It looked romantic and for some reason, it did not scare you. If anything, it entices you.

He was so thoughtful.

Before you can look around any further, you feel Jungkook’s body embrace yours. He wraps himself around you, holding you tight by your waist and digging his face into the crook of your neck. He kisses you behind your ear, causing you to giggle from the ticklish feeling. At this moment, you take in the scent of his freshly washed hair.

Is it odd to say this has to be one of your favourite scents? You’ve grown to like it. If anything, you can’t help but feel a little disappointed when you see him and his hair isn’t a little damp. Something about him being freshly showered makes your heart race. His damp hair is a symbol of his priorities… And that priority is you. Not to mention, wet hair has got to be the most romantic look any boy could have… You’ve always told yourself that as a child. Now, here you are: standing in a room with a damp-haired boy clinging to you.

Nothing makes you happier than this.

“I think Yuna saw me—mmfphh,” your words are interrupted by Jungkook’s lips. He greets you with a peck before continuing to kiss you like it’s his last dying wish.

His hands find their way to your hair, cupping your jaw as you kiss him back. Your lips sync together as if it’s been a lifetime since you two last did this.

Only it wasn’t—it hasn’t been.

It feels like it though.

“Miss me much?” you ask, breaking away from the intense kiss. He leans his forehead against yours, wasting no time and letting his hands travel inside your shirt. You feel his fingers trace over your bra, quickly finding the clasp and undoing it with his one hand.

Impressive, you must admit.

Should you be mad at that?

Jungkook smirks, “fuck around and find out.”

A small laugh escapes your lips as you raise your arms. He lifts your shirt over your head, leaving your top exposed. Your bra is barely hanging on and Jungkook can’t keep his eyes off your breasts.

“How about a hi first?”

“Hi ___,” he obliges. Then, he taps his fingers together, bringing them close to his lips. Like a menace, he grins. “Well, well, well… What do we have here?”

Playfully, you roll your eyes at him and respond by taking the bra off yourself. You fling it at his face, just enough for it to land perfectly on top of his hair. One cup covers his face and he takes a breath in.

“Smells like you.”

“Smells like my boob sweat, you pervert.”

He takes the bra off from his face and licks his lips at the sight of your bare chest. “I can keep it in my pants… You on the other hand… A few nights ago? Drunk? You were coming on to me. Hard.”

You huff. “I was drunk.”

“You also said you’d hold my hand… Without arguing with me.”

“What? That doesn’t count. I was drunk.” Your words come out fast. It almost sounds defensive and harsh. “Jungkook, I was drunk.”

“Oh, I know.” He shrugs, taking the high road. “No need to be so uptight about it. It’s okay to hold hands, you know? The same way it’s okay to be obsessed with me, baby… This is a safe space.”

The audacity! More than that, you wince at the pet name. “Who the fuck is baby?”

Jungkook ignores your question and takes a step closer to you. As he does so, he takes his shirt off. He then tosses his shirt to the side of his room where his laundry hamper is. As you turn your attention back to him, your eyes fall on his pelvis area as he begins to undo his pants. Then, he pauses when he notices your gaze.

“Do it for me.”

You raise a brow.

“Pardon?”

“Take my pants off,” he points at the floor. “Get on your knees and take my pants off.”

For a split second, you hesitate. Earlier tonight, as you made your way over, you thought about what kind of mood he must’ve been in. You’ve seen Jungkook happy, irritated, tired, and even hangry… But horny in a needy and demanding way? Boarder-line desperate? Never. His doe eyes and goofy attitude can’t fool you… You’ve wondered about this.

You’ve waited for this side of him.

Perhaps it was your curiosity that answered for you because, without breaking eye contact, you fell to your knees. Jungkook’s gaze lowers as you bring your hands to his crotch. You palm him, feeling his cock and gulping at how hard it already was. Faintly, you hear him snicker at your submissiveness.

He likes this.

Slowly, you undo his pants and tug them down. In his Calvins, his raging boner greets you. Just as you slip your thumbs in between the fabric to pull them down, Jungkook grabs your wrists and pulls you to stand up. You follow his lead, confused.

“I thought I was going to—”

Jungkook undoes your cargo pants buttons and tugs them down. He gives you no warning as he licks his thumb and slips his hand inside your panties. You feel his wet thumb rubbing your clit. Your breath hitches as he draws circles and then adds another finger into the mix. He deepens his rubbing, slowly but surely dragging his fingers around your folds. Jungkook then shifts his hand placement, quickly inserting a finger inside of you. The shock sends shivers down your spine and completely takes your focus. He adds another finger and it earns a lewd moan from you.

“Ooh my god—”

Then, he stops.

He takes his fingers out and examines the wetness. Your eyebrows furrow together, completely unsure of the pace he’s going at. How long would this last? Why couldn’t he just continue?

“Sorry, were you enjoying that?” Jungkook asks innocently.

It’s official: you hate him.

Dumbfounded, you shoot him a glare. “Maybe I was. Who knows? I wasn’t finished.”

Jungkook exchanges with laughter. “Finished? Five minutes in? Pookie, you give me way too much credit.”

You stick your tongue out at him, annoyed at how cocky he is. Truth be told, this suited him. The nasty comments and the edging… It feels like this should’ve happened before. It’s hard to explain but he just looks so comfortable with control. In a more unexplainable way—you can’t help but feel comfortable with it.

“Come on,” he nods towards the bed. “If you wanna finish, you should do it sitting on my face.”

His words make your tummy flip. Was he serious? The texts he sent prior to this.. You were so sure it was all talk. The most you expected was a quickie and a few nasty exchanges… But this? You don’t know what to think.

Jungkook lays on his bed first, gesturing you to follow.

“Are you serious?”

With a flat tone, he answers: “Why would I joke about this?”

To be completely honest, he was a little offended you weren’t taking him seriously. Of course, he’s serious about eating you out. This was no joke to him.

Crossing your arms, you look at him in disbelief. “You want to do everything you texted me? Jungkook, there are people downstairs. Our friends are downstairs and—”

“I know,” he groans. “That’s why you need to shut the fuck up and sit on my face already. The longer we take, the more they will wonder where you are. Didn’t you say Yuna saw you come up here?”

“Y-yeah,” you recall. “Maybe we shouldn’t—”

He hits his bed with his fist like a child. “Why do you always deprive me?”

You gasp at his dramatic question. “Deprive you? It’s just my body, Jungkook. Do you crave pussy this bad?”

Tilting his head, he looks at you softly. “You,” he breathes. “I crave you.”

A silence falls between you two, followed by a heavy sigh.

“Look, I’m never going to make you do things with me if you don’t want to. I’m only demanding tonight because I just—I really need you right now. If you want to go downstairs and find Yuna, go ahead. We can do this another time… I just thought you missed me just as much as I missed you.”

“Gaslighter.”

He chuckles, attempting to hide the smile on his face as you get on the bed. Moving closer to him, he watches your hands roam from his abdomen to his jaw. Placing chante kisses on him, he stutters his words. “I’m s-serious. It’s fine. It’s just pussy.”

“But it’s my pussy.”

“True,” Jungkook agrees, leaning back and watching you place yourself on his thigh. “So fucking true, pookie.”

You lean in to kiss him. His lips chase yours when you pull away, only to grind your hips. He feels your wet pussy on his thigh and he feels like he could choke on air. It’s torture watching you throw your head back at the sensation. You can’t help but embrace the feeling of relief.

“You’re not finishing on my thigh,” he mutters, placing his hands on your waist. He lifts you just enough for you to get off. Laughing, he squiggles down the bed so you have more space. Before you know it, you’re making yourself comfortable on his face. As you straddle yourself on, you make a confession.

“W-wait, I’m scared! I don’t want to suffocate you—”

“Shut the fuck up.” Jungkook snaps, unable to watch his tone. “This is literally all I’ve ever wanted so you need to shut the fuck up and let me have this.”

“Okay, okay,” you snicker lightly, as you sink into his face. “But seriously! I don’t want to crush—“

You don’t even finish your sentence. You’re cut off by the feeling of Jungkook’s hot breath against your pussy. Then, you feel his nose against your clit and the texture of his tongue brush against your folds. The feeling shocks you, causing you to lift yourself out of reflex. Just as quickly, Jungkook wraps his arms around your thighs and holds you to stay.

“J-Jungkook, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. You can and you will, got it?” he hisses. “Hold the fucking headboard if you need to. You aren’t going anywhere until your cum is on my tongue.”

You do as he says.

You lean forward, grabbing a hold of his headboard for support.

Just as those thoughts immerse your mind, you feel him dragging his tongue across your folds. It begins slow and soft. It feels like kitten licks and if the word cute was a feeling… This was it. Then, he flicks his tongue and it’s everything but cute from here on out. You want to jolt, but you keep what Jungkook said to you in mind. Besides, there is no place in the world you would rather be at than here. Jungkook eats you out like he’s a starved man. He doesn’t miss an inch of your pussy and tightens his grip around your thighs each time your body twitches.

Biting your bottom lip, you hold in your moan.

He feels so good. His tongue against your wet pussy feels so fucking good—it’s almost comical how you were so hesitant to do this. Soon enough, you let go of the headboard and search for his hands. Like second nature, you and Jungkook intertwine your fingers together and finally, you close your eyes and give in.

You can have this.

You can have him.

“Y-you feel so good,” you confess shyly. “You make me feel so good.”

Jungkook smiles against your pussy as you begin to roll your hips against his face. He knew it would take some time, but you’d eventually come around. No pun intended.

“C-close,” you utter in between heavy exhales. “Jungkook—I’m close! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”

You hold his hand tighter and push your weight on him harder. You feel him quicken the pace as he licks you and—holy shit.

Are those stars?

You cum.

Messy, wet, and hard.

Jungkook moans against your pussy, taking a moment to bite your inner thigh. Your legs practically shake, causing you to completely rest your weight on his face. After a few moments, you gather whatever energy you have left and shift your position. You turn your body around and line yourself with his cock. Jungkook stretches his neck out to figure out what you’re doing. Before he can comment, your lips are already placing kisses on his dick. Your fingers dig into his Calvins and pull them off.

“W-what are you doing?” He asks, voice shaking from anticipation. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew what you were doing—he just couldn’t believe it. He’s so fucking lucky.

“34 plus 35! Do the math,” you tease. “Keep it up, okay?”

Jungkook laughs, pinching your ass in response. “Keep up with me then.”

“Is that a challenge?”

He rubs the spot he pinched your ass and shakes his head. “I already have one point… Doubt you’re gonna catch up.”

“You could nut twice,” you suggest. Then you turn your head and shake your ass in his face. “For me? So we’re even.”

Jungkook bites his lips. “Then it wouldn’t be a completion.”

“I hate losing.”

“So do I.” Jungkook then wastes no time. He digs himself in you again, flicking his tongue at all the right times and places.

You groan, hating how much you love this. You try to focus. After pumping him a few times, you stuff his cock in your mouth. Moaning from how thick he is, you suck him off. Your cheeks begin to feel a little sore after a few minutes, but by then his dick is up. He’s as hard as can be and you can even feel his veins come out more and more. Every time you pull his cock out, you make sure to be as loud as you can. The pop sound makes Jungkook’s blood rush to his dick and the way you suck him so sloppy and hard only reminds him of the time you did this in his car. That night, Jungkook had never felt more attracted to you.

Your jealousy had consumed his every thought for days after.

Just like that, Jungkook’s stomach twitches. He feels a rush and it goes straight from his dick and out.

Like a loser, Jungkook cums and whimpers loudly.

“F-fuck yes. Holy shit, ___.. Just like that… Mhmm,” his breath hitches. “Fuck!”

Lips pressed against his dick, you let his cum spill on your face. Mostly, it hits your nose bridge and your upper lip. You shift off of Jungkook and kneel in front of him. He gulps, watching you with longing eyes. You stick your tongue out, bring your fingers to where his cum landed and taste it. You lick your lips and swallow with a cute moan.

“Yummy.”

He hisses, and immediately takes you by the waist. You giggle, unable to stop it from becoming a laugh. “Did that turn you on, pookie?”

Jungkook glares at you, swiping a bit of his cum with his thumb. Without warning, he then shoves his thumb into your mouth. As you suck, he cups the rest of his hand around your jaw and ravishes at your beauty.

A layer of sweat makes you shine, and the strands of your hair on your forehead never made you look so beautiful to him before. Your lips are perfect—puffy and tainted with his cum. Your eyes—god, your eyes… They’re smiling at him and he swears he has never felt his heart flutter like this ever.

As you sit on top of his dick, you roll your hips against it. When you do this, both of you watch it happen. You lean back, planting your hands on each side of his legs. Jungkook watches as your folds drag and split open against his cock. You can’t help but let out hitched breathes as you take in the feeling of his member. How his veins feel against you. How his soft skin feels as you soak it with your wetness.. All of it.

All of him.

“You like that, hmm? You like grinding on my cock with your pussy all wet?” He pries, turning up his dirty talk. “Come on, baby… You know how I like it, right? Why don’t you be a good girl and put it in? Sink into it like the little cockslut you are… For me?”

You moan, hissing his name. “Jungkook, shut the fuck up. Just enjoy this.”

As punishment, you rub yourself on him harder. Each roll of your hips has more pressure and his dick feels like it’s going to explore. He watches, hating you more and more as his head turns red. You hump his cock, moaning at the sensation.

“Holy shit,” Jungkook whines. “I’m not gonna last even if you ride me.”

“Loser.”

He chuckles, too lazy to put up a fight. “Let’s go doggy, please.”

You think about it. “Beg for it.”

“Very funny.” Jungkook doesn’t wait for your response. He tosses you over and gets on his knees. You arch your back and get taken aback when Jungkook swiftly places a pillow under your stomach. You turn back to give him a confused look.

“You might cramp.”

Huffing, you bite back. “I won’t cramp. You’re gonna nut before I cramp.”

He rolls his eyes at you and tells you to shut up. You bite your bottom lip, even more excited and eager to feel him. Doggy style isn’t your favourite… But for some reason, it feels hot. Doing this with Jungkook makes your mind spin and you aren’t sure if your playful remarks are masking how nervous you are. Underneath your teasing, you have no idea how you’re doing or saying any of these things. How are you even doing this with him right now? It’s fucking wild.

“Gonna put it in now,” Jungkook’s voice sounds a little parched at this point. “If you cream my dick, can I film it?”

His question catches you by surprise.

“Your face wouldn’t be in it… And y-you don’t even have to say yes. I just… I miss you sometimes and I think about fucking you a lot so a video would be—”

“I trust you,” you say, flipping to face him. “Honestly? I’ll film a bit of it. Bet it’ll get you off in the future.” Then, you reach over his nightstand and swipe on his phone to the camera icon. You hold it and press record. Jungkook smirks and you zoom into his face.

“Cute,” you laugh.

Again, Jungkook rolls his eyes but loves every moment of this. You go back on all fours and hold the camera out. It captures half of your face, a bit of your boobs, and your ass. Jungkook places himself at your rear. You watch from the screen as Jungkook spits on his dick before he pushes himself inside you. He thrusts a few times before you let out a moan.

You bite your lip for the camera and let a giggle escape in between Jungkook’s thrusts. His breathing gets heavy as he picks up the pace and fucks you harder.

“J-Jungkook,” you whimper.

“Louder,” he commands as he fucks you. You close your eyes, taking in how good he feels inside you. He’s throbbing. He’s so fucking big.

“Oh my god, Jungkook! Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me harder! Please, please, please!”

“Say my name,” Jungkook growls. “Say it louder.”

“Fuck me,” you ignore his request. “You’re so big. I’m so fucking lucky. I love it. I love your cock so much!”

He slaps your ass.

“Say my fucking name.” Jungkook pushes himself deeper into you, taking his time doing so. You hate how slow it feels now. “Whose making you feel this way? You’re so wet taking my cock in. Don’t be a bad girl… Are you a bad girl?”

“N-no,” you cry, feeling each thrust intensify.

“What are you then? My little slut? My fucking cock hungry slut? You won’t even say my name… You’re just a dirty bad girl. Fucking disrespectful at this point.”

“No, I’m not!” you feel tears begin to jerk in. “I love your cock too much to disrespect it—I,” you catch your breath, “I’m not a dirty bad girl!”

“What are you then? Because if you were a good girl, you’d say my fucking name… Say it. Be a good girl and say whose fucking cock you’re going to cream.”

“J-Jungkook!”

“Louder.” He pauses, leaving his cock to twitch inside you.

“Please… Fuck me so good I cream your cock…”

“No. My name. Say my fucking name—”

“Oh my god, Jungkook!”

He smirks.

Jungkook loves this so much. It does more than feed his ego—it ignites it.

He loves the way you say his name. He loves the way you call for him and how soft your tone gets when the sentence gets to his name. He absolutely fucking loves it.

“Yes, yes, yes!” you sob as he continues to fuck you. He fucks you rough, sloppy, and messy. You feel his dick slip in and out so easily that the friction is pure pleasure.

“Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook,” you chant. “I’m not a good girl—I’m just…”

“You’re what?”

“I’m your girl,” you exhale. “R-right?”

Jungkook loses it.

He fucking loses his mind.

Hastly, he leans over and grabs your tits. He fucks himself into you more and more, while biting your ear and kissing your neck. You moan and whimper, watching how hot it all looks on camera. Jungkook then rides his orgasm, not leaving you behind. He takes his phone from your hands and begins to film himself fucking you. The camera captures his dick going in and out of your pussy. How your ass bounces each time it hits his pelvis. It captures his breathy moans and his hushed, “fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“J-Jungkook—I’m gonna cum! Oh my god, oh my god.”

And you do.

You cream his dick. As he pulls in and out of you, the camera catches your creamy release on his dick.

It doesn’t take much after that. He isn’t sure if it’s just the heat of the moment or the fact that your brain is all fucked out by now—it doesn’t matter. The words that escaped your lips were enough. Jungkook cums hard and loud. He groans, hissing as he spills himself. You gasp when you feel his cock pull out of you harshly. Jungkook slips his one hand under you and flips you on your back. As you lay there, you watch as he pumps himself. He then aims his squirts of cum at your tits, and films as they land over your nipples. His breath is shakey from the relief and tiresome act and yours is the same. Except, you can’t help but let out a lewd giggle.

Holy fuck, this was such a workout.

Like earlier, you take your finger and swipe some of his cum off your breast. Bringing it to your lips, you lick it and smile sweetly at him. He chuckles as he films it and you laugh. Really, you laugh for real. Then he laughs and offers you high-5.

You laugh even harder, especially as you recall this being your reward. Even though it’s childish, you accept his gesture and feel special. Slamming your hand onto his, you lock them together and tug him towards you. He ends the recording just before he collapses on you.

After all that, finally, you two share a kiss.

A deep, soft, and much-needed kiss.

The addiction to you was no different than an adrenaline junkie getting ready to jump off a cliff. No, there was no turning back.

Your lips were addictive. The sweetness of everything your body would give him—it was like a fucking reward. Every saliva exchange, every drip from your pussy, to every tear shed while he digs himself deeper and deeper into you… He wants them all.

As sick as it sounds, he’d lick it all up just to have you in him even more. Just to be close to you. Just to be closer.

Every inch of you, he wants to devour.

Like a starved man, he’d fall to his knees and beg for an ounce of kindness. A chance to satisfy you—a simple kiss, deepened by the second. Hands intertwined as you spread your legs for him as he places himself in between.

As he leans his forehead against yours, he sneaks in a few pecks. “I can’t believe we have a sex tape.”

You roll your eyes. “Perv.”

“You consented,” he sings happily. “Do you want me to delete it?”

You shake your head as he makes himself comfortable. “No… Send it to me later though. I miss you sometimes too.”

A hearty chuckle escapes his lips as he snuggles into your embrace. You wrap your arms around him. Jungkook digs his face into his favourite spot—aside from your pussy—the cook of your neck.

Sometimes.

You miss him sometimes?

That’s a funny way of saying always.

The muffled sound of music blasting downstairs and people chatting becomes evident. Yet, you two stay silent. Laying together, fingers and legs intertwined. Naked.

When was it ever this easy? Why did this feel so right? Being with Jungkook has never been difficult—but when was it like this? When did things change? The sudden realization of the words you said while you two were intimate hit you. Were you really his girl? Did you want to be? Would he accept you if you asked?

Not only that but—when did you… When has it…

When did this begin?

These feelings.

There’s a tightness in your chest you can’t explain. Something that has been around for a while now. Long enough that you don’t remember when it first occurred and began to glow whenever he was around. What the fuck is up with that?

As he fucked you tonight, that’s all you felt. Your heart was glowing. The closeness with him—regardless of how nasty—it was so special. It felt so good and like nothing you’ve ever felt. As you trace random things on his back with your nails, you hear him murmur, “mhmm… Yup. I love it when you do this, ___.”

It startles you.

When did you begin doing this? Being so intimate with him? Scratching his back, drawing hearts with your fingernails… When did this all happen? He says it like this isn’t the first time you’ve done it. Then, it gets hot. Suddenly, you notice how sweaty you two are and how it’s way too comfortable in his bed with him. You sit yourself up, causing him to follow.

“I’m glad you came.”

“Pun intended?”

Jungkook pinches your cheeks and presses a kiss on your nose. “Whatever you want.”

You shove him away and get up from his bed. At least, you attempt to.

Your legs feel shaky. He quickly holds you by the waist and catches your stumble. Looking up at him, you huff. “Look at what you did!”

“What?” he panics.

“Jungkook, I can’t fucking walk!” You begin to freak out. “How am I supposed to go downstairs and act normal? Yuna is gonna ask so many questions and—”

“Relax,” Jungkook sets you down on his bed. “I got you.”

You sit and pout as he heads to his bathroom. When he returns, he has a black shirt and pants on. He holds a damp towel and collects your clothes off the floor. Jungkook kneels in front of you and begins to pat wipe your sweaty skin. First, your forehead, neck, and then he uses a face towel to wipe his cum off your breast. Then, he continues to pat dry your arms and in between your legs.

Without exchanging words, he helps dress you. The entire time, he was careful and used a soft tone whenever he did speak. For the most part, he just looked at you lovingly. That look in his eyes… You know in your heart you will never forget.

When you’re all dressed, a good enough time has passed for you to recover. Not fully, but just enough. Jungkook helps you get up and you hiss at the initial soreness.

“Round two?”

You hit his chest and roll your eyes. “You’re fucking insane, you know that?”

“Insanely hot?”

“Whatever you want.”

He isn’t sure what to do.

You laugh it off, but he doesn’t. He can’t. He doesn’t know how. As you two look into each other's eyes, he feels his heart race.

He should just say it, right? It’s easy.

Spit it out.

___, do you want to go out with me?

Or should he do a whole confession?

___, we’ve been doing this for a while now… And I think I’ve grown an unhealthy attachment to you. I miss you when I’m not with you. When I’m with you, I never want the moment to end. Being close to you has to be my favourite part of living.

But when he opens his mouth to speak—

“Should we go downstairs? I need water.”

He blinks.

“Y-yeah,” Jungkook reaches for the door. Then, as he turns the door knob, he stops himself. “One more kiss, please.”

Without a fight, you tiptoe and kiss him. Smiling into the kiss, he leans more into it and gropes your ass. You hit his chest playfully, signaling him to pull away. With great sadness, he does so.

“I’ll go out first.”

Your words cut him deeper than a knife.

Right.

You two aren’t dating.

You two are just fucking—in secret, at that.

“Why can’t we leave together?” he asks, sounding a little desperate. “You said it yourself. You don’t really care if people know or not… I doubt anyone will even care.”

Shrugging, you nod. “Sure,” you answer him. “I’m not trying to hide us or anything… I just don’t really want to be questioned… But, considering I can’t really walk right now…”

He laughs, feeling like he saved himself from sadness.

“Can we hold hands?”

You give him a face. “Don’t push it.”

“But you said—”

“I was drunk!”

Jungkook laughs, as he opens the door. Stepping out together, he locks his bedroom door as you continue bantering. Pushing past everyone in the hall, he can’t help but feel a sense of relief.

It was a small thing. Leaving the room together and even suggesting to hold hands—it was a long shot but here he was.

With you.

Lingering fingertips and all.

As you two head down the stairs, you’re immediately greeted by the smell of alcohol and sweaty bodies. Jungkook leans into your ear and whispers, “ahh… See? We’re blending right in.”

He’s talking about smelling like sweaty sex.

You bring your hands to your face, covering yourself and the shyness that rushes to your cheeks. He laughs and you hit his chest for the nth time tonight.

“Why are you covering your face? It’s like I didn’t just see you naked. Like I didn’t fuck you—”

“Oh my god!” you cover his mouth and look around to see if anyone heard what he said so bluntly. “I know I said I don’t care if people knew but can you relax? Don’t be so proud you fucked me.”

“Why shouldn’t I be?” Jungkook says sincerely. “Do you have any idea how admired you are?”

“So I’m a prize?” you laugh. “What a joke.”

Jungkook gawks at you.

“Do you have any idea how hard I’d try to win you if this was the fucking hunger games? I’d die for you.”

You snort. “Did you even read the series—”

“No,” he snickers. “But you get what I mean, right?”

“Not really…” you trail, turning your head in an attempt to avoid eye contact. You aren’t too sure where this conversation was heading and perhaps you aren’t ready for whatever he has to say next. “Can we—”

“I won’t get all gushy and all because you’re going to get all self-conscious and then retort by saying I have post-sex feelings—but just know you’re it. The standard. A prize. Endgame.. All of it. You’re it.”

Too stunned to speak, your lips curve into a small smile. “Jungkook—”

“___!”

You and Jungkook turn your heads and see Yuna approaching with Taehyung. She smiles brightly, practically throwing herself at you. You catch her, hug her, and tilt your head in confusion as Taehyung whispers something in Jungkook’s ear.

Jungkook lowers his gaze at you, gulping as Taehyung finishes his exchange and steps away. Then, Taehyung offers you a short lived smile.

“Hey, ___. How are you?” Taehyung’s voice is calm and sweet… It’s so opposite from how suspicious he’s acting.

“Good…” you say with your eyebrow raised. “What’s going on?”

Yuna tugs on your arm. “Nothing!” She sneers at Taehyung and gives him a warning look. “Way to be discrete.”

“You said to follow your lead! You aren’t doing much so I—”

“You’re the worst partner in crime ever!” Yuna scolds him.

You shake your head at the two, feeling at home with their bickering. Taehyung and Yuna act like such a married couple most of the time they’re together—you were used to it at this point. In between their bickering, you glance at Jungkook who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you.

For some reason, you can’t make out what the look on his face is. He didn’t look happy, but he didn’t look sad either. He wasn’t angry… He looked… Eager? Worried? In agony?

“You okay?” you ask, moving away from Yuna and to Jungkook’s side. He slides his arms around your waist. You let him.

Pulling you close, his lips shape into a pout. You cup his cheeks and squish them together. “Jungkook?”

“Wanna go back upstairs?” he suggests, resting his face on the palm of your hands. “Wanna get out of here? I’m suddenly not in the mood.”

“To what? Party?”

“To be anywhere without you.”

“But I’m here.” You reason.

He shakes his head, insisting something else. “But not you’re here with me… You know?”

You do know.

“S-sure,” you agree even though a part of you feels hesitant. Not that you don’t want too.. More like you’re nervous and afraid of what it’ll lead to. More feelings? More sex? You don’t think you can go another round. “Where should we—”

“___ baby!”

Your head turns to your name being called by a familiar voice.

From the corner of your eyes, you see Taehyung and Yuna exchange disappointed looks. Just as you’re about to ask what’s going on, Seokjin and Eunwoo approach you.

“Eunwoo,” you greet warmly. You step away from Jungkook and hug him.

“You haven’t been answering my texts… Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you,” he whines like a child. You laugh lightly and tiptoe to ruffle his hair. Though it’s only been a few months, he hasn’t changed. He still acts like a lost puppy. “Jungkook, what’s up?”

Jungkook dabs Eunwoo up with low effort. You give him a confused look, wondering why he was acting all sulky all of the sudden. From what you recall, these two are friends. As Eunwoo greets Yuna and Taehyung, Seokjin greets you rather drunkenly. Then, he excuses himself to piss. Everyone rolls their eyes at his behaviour but let him do what he needs to.

“Can we talk?” Eunwoo asks bluntly. His question breaks the ice, but wins a wide-eyes from you all.

You tilt your head. “What about?”

“Us.”

Instantly, Jungkook feels like he’s being punched in the face. No, he wishes he was being punched in the face. Being punched in the face would be more enjoyable than standing here in between you and Eunwoo.

He has only tried a handful of times to ask and understand what happened between you and Eunwoo, but he never pressed it. Right now, he wishes he had. If he had, maybe he wouldn’t feel so threatened right now. But he didn’t and he does. Jungkook clenches his jaw, trying his best to mask his feelings.

Was there still something between you and Eunwoo? Were you still texting him? Is Eunwoo who you’re with when you’re not with him?

All these thoughts and self-doubt flood Jungkook’s mind.

It sinks and his insecurities make a home as you nod politely and follow Eunwoo away from the crowd. Away from him.

Not even a goodbye?

As you slip away, Jungkook sighs. How did you do that? He feels disappointed and hurt—offended even. How dare you pick someone else over him? Though no feelings between you two were expressed or exchanged in a way where commitment and exclusivity would be the trade-off—still, this wasn’t fair.

How could you walk away? Like it was easy? Like you weren’t just with him seconds ago?

It aches.

It hurts so bad that it even his anger is weak.

No matter how much he wants to—he can’t blame you.

He never asked you out.

“I like the way you look at her,” Yuna comforts Jungkook by patting his back.

“Huh?” Jungkook snaps out of his thoughts. “What do you mean? Look at who?”

Yuna nudges him and gives him a ‘you’ve got to be kidding me,’ look. Then, she explains herself. “I always knew you were nice. Taehyung talks about the shit you put up with and the things you do to please people… Like how you joined the team again after they begged you to even though you felt burnt out… How you always limit your drinking so you’re sober enough to walk ___ home. How you come over and take care of her when she’s piss drunk and probably gave you a hard time—”

Jungkook’s eyes get shifty. “How do you know about that—”

“Doesn’t matter. She didn’t tell me shit, though. She doesn’t know I know and we’re going to keep it that way.” Yuna pokes Jungkook’s chest.

He furrows his brows. “Why does everything have to be a secret when it comes to ___?”

Yuna doesn’t have an answer for him. Instead, she continues her little speech.

“You’re a nice guy… But to ___, you’re kind. It’s in your gaze. It’s in the way you always offer yourself to her. It’s in the way you’re her friend above all else—I’m so thankful you’re who you are when you’re with her. You look at her like she’s your entire world… I don’t know if you even know that—but that’s how you look at her. You look at her and it’s… It’s like she’s the only person in the world.”

Jungkook hates the words Yuna speaks. Partly because they’re all true and partly because he doesn’t know what to do after. Yuna squeezes his shoulders and he feels like he could cry.

“Can you tell her I’ll be in my room? Waiting for her?” Jungkook pleas.

Yuna nods and excuses herself to find you in the crowd. You’re throwing your head back, laughing at whatever Eunwoo whispered in your ear. When Yuna approaches you and passes the message, you find Jungkook’s eyes from across the room.

You smile at him and wave.

He stands still, not knowing what to do. Before you know it, you watch him pick up his feet and head back upstairs. He doesn’t look back.

Yuna did tell you he’d be in his room… So that’s probably where he’s headed. In your mind, you make a mental note to go upstairs and figure things out with Jungkook in ten minutes.

You’ll give Eunwoo ten more minutes... The rest of the night can be for Jungkook.

Upstairs, Jungkook sits on the edge of his messy bed. Knees to his chest, he thinks about how fucked up everything got in a matter of moments. Did it really just take one conversation with your ex to lose you as quickly as he got you? Is this the reality of being a fuckbuddy?

He hates it.

Jungkook clenches his fits, recalling the words Taehyung said to him.

“Eunwoo’s tryna get back together with ___… I don’t know why it’s so important to Yuna but she said she tried to talk him out of it. Yuna said to get ___ out of here? Again, I don’t know why… I thought Eunwoo was Yuna’s favourite for ___ but I’m guessing not anymore…”

It was comforting to know that Yuna was on Jungkook’s side… But did it matter if you weren’t? You’re downstairs, talking and probably making plans to get back together with your ex.

Meanwhile, Jungkook sits in his room and waits until his eyes betray him. They flutter shut, falling asleep to the faint sound of your laugh downstairs and to the hope of you fulfilling a promise you never made.

In the morning, Jungkook wakes up and cries. He cries out of frustration and hurt. His heart feels heavy, like it could collapse and be broken. He has never felt so betrayed before.

And it’s pathetic because even then—especially then—he still waits for you.

#bts fic #bts smut #jungkook smut #jk x yn #jk smut #jk angst #jk uni au #bts uni au #bts x yn #bts scenario #jungkook scenario

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hobisstar · 7 months

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3 D | college student! jungkook x plus size College Professor! Reader

Summary: Yn caught Jungkooks eye since freshman year in college, The only problem is Yn is his professor but he needs her bad.

Warning: SMUT WITHOUT PLOT BASICALLY!

I was inspired by THE SONG 3D DO STREAM!!! and also inspired by @lavenjoon <3 chubby reader fics! As a plus size girly myself I loved it and needed to do something inspired by it!

“Fuck right there”

The empty class room was filled with the sound of Their skin slapping harshly against one another. Jungkook was mesmerized, seeing his favorite teacher, Yn, bent over the desk basically throwing her ass in a circle on his cock. He slapped and gripped her ass cheeks each time their skin touched one another.

He was so in love and he knew it. If he could get this view everyday, oh he would risk it all just be with yn.

“You know how I like it,” jungkook grabs her body bringing her closer. “ I love you so much baby,” he mumbles into her ear as he thrust his hips into her creaming hole.

“ I love you more Jungkook” Yn was going insane.

Besides being out of breath, his his sharply smacking into her ass, or the way his tattooed arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders, she was in bliss.

Yes, this would be considered wrong, but they are adults. They couldn’t care less what people had to say about their love.

Jungkook pounded into Yns pussy harshly with a fast pace feeling himself getting close with each thrust.

Oh he was definitely going to drawn her fucked out body in 3D for an art project in her class.

“Let me cum inside you baby. Let me breed that pussy. Fill you with my seed, you want my seed baby? Tell me you fucking want it.” He demanded as he looked at her face from the corner of his eyes.

He was fucking her so good she could only moan and nod as a response which made Jungkook chuckle.

“Then you’ll get it baby. You won’t regret me.”

Picking her up and laying her on the desk, he started thrusting freely into her aiming to cum so deep into her. He wanted more after this. They needed more.

“Jungkook… I’m cumming! Don’t fucking stop mm,” yn gasped and let her eyes roll in the back of her head as she felt her body tense up and shake. Chasing her climax Jungkook followed suit and started release rope after rope after rope of cum into her.

Crashing onto her body, Jungkook kissed all over her sweaty body, feeling like one.

“Is this better than me doing that assignment?” Letting out an airy laugh, Yn shook her head.

“Mm, it was good baby. But you still need to turn that assignment in, it’s a big project Jungkook.” Yn kissed his nose and he pouted “ let me persuade you to just give me the passing grade..”

I absolutely had to do a least something for 3D since I missed seven!

#jungkook x reader #bts x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook 3d #bts jeon jungkook #jungkook x yn #jungkook college au #jk #jungkook shorts #jungkook x plus size! Reader

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justimagineok · 5 months

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2:30 series - missing doesn't cover it

"Promise you'll be back in one piece?"

"Yes"

"And that you'll eat well and drink water?"

"I promise, babe"

"And promise you'll come back to me."

"I will. I'll come back to you."

"Okay. I'm gonna miss you a lot, Kook."

"Missing doesn't cover it, babe. But I'll be back, just wait for me, okay?"

"Yeah."

"And promise you won't fall in love with anyone else or I'll never be happy again."

"Jeon Jungkook, I promise I won't fall in love with anyone else but you."

"Good. I love you."

"I love you too."

"I love you more, babe."

"I love you thousands. Now give me back these Skittles. You are not taking them with you."

art by Gyung Studio - not mine

#jungkook x y/n #2:30 update #2:30 series #jungkook x yn #jk x reader #jk x you #2:30 #bts scenarios #bts fic #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you

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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years

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Over The Odds | The Confession

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - smut, angst, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 5.5k

Jungkook reacts badly when you run into your ex in the club

warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, alcohol, jk & oc yell at each other, oc is a brat

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

Y/N: Jungkook, there’s no easy way to say this but I have feelings for you. I know that goes against the contract but I wanna be honest with you. You’re the person I wanna be with, and if that means that we have to end things because you don’t feel the same then so be it… At least you know how I feel

No, you can’t send that – so you choose to delete it and throw your head back with a frustrated groan. If only it could be that simple, if only you had the courage to press send. Wishful thinking on your part to be so naïve to think that things will all work out in the end. Life isn’t a romantic comedy where boy meets girl, they fall in love and live happily ever after, no, life is more…complicated.

It’s a Friday night and you’re standing at the bar in some high end nightclub in London, Jimin had dragged you here almost an hour ago and you’re already over it. The club is full of people your age all dressed to perfection, not a single stain or wrinkle on their authentic designer clothes – you too have scrubbed up for the occasion, settling for a very short deep red dress that exposes your entire back and just enough of your breasts to get the barman’s attention:

“What can I get you?” He can barely keep his eyes zoned in your face as they flicker to your chest with a smile.

“Gin sling please, extra lime. A double.” You hold up two digits, your expression remaining unimpressed at the stranger ogling your cleavage. “And two bottles of beer, any kind.”

After paying you head back to your booth where Jimin and Taehyung are sitting, both wearing white dress shirts and coloured slacks. The dynamic between them is surprising to you, at first you were adamant that your best friend and Jungkook’s best friend were romantically involved, but you’ve come to learn that Taehyung isn’t gay, though apparently Jimin did make a move on him the night they met that he’s rather embarrassed about now.

It's nice that Jimin has a ‘guy-friend’ he can confide in, you’ve been his only friend for such a long time and usually straight men weren’t interested in befriending him because of a little thing called homophobia – Taehyung isn’t like that though, he’s sweet and kind and in many ways he reminds you of Jimin, especially when he always seems to be flirting with, well, Jimin.

“Are you sure you guys aren’t fucking?” You snort, sliding onto the seat opposite them putting down the drinks, gesturing to the way Tae’s hand rests on Jimin’s upper thigh below the table. “I didn’t come here to third wheel all night.”

Taehyung immediately retracts his veiny hand and grins, “You know it’s quite rude to ask people about their sex lives Y/N.”

“Why is it?” You shrug with a playful expression, “You know everything about mine.” You wink, and Jimin doubles over in fits of hysterical laughter.

“Touché,” Tae chuckles, raising his beer in a cheers, “To Y/N becoming a member of the mile high club last week.”

Jimin’s eyes almost pop out of his skull and his mouth falls open so wide you’re certain you could fit your entire fist in there if you tried, “What?! You didn’t tell me you fucked—”

“On Guk’s private jet, twice.” Taehyung returns your wink with a devilish smirk and you can’t help but roll your eyes as you clink your glass against his beer. Both he and Jimin look very handsome tonight, their toned chests peak out through the tops of their shirts, Jimin has his sleeves rolled up just enough to expose his ‘13’ tattoo on the inside of his left wrist, though it’s almost concealed beneath a gold watch that you’re pretty certain belongs to Taehyung. You can’t help yourself from teasing the pair even further.

“Even finishing each other’s sentences, cute.” You hum, taking a sip of the alcohol, “Looks like I need to have a word with Jungkook about what he says to you when I’m not there.” You laugh, shaking your head.

“Ah, you have no idea… The things I know.” Taehyung sighs with a genuine smile, and Jimin still looks massively offended that he’d been kept out of the loop for almost a week.

“Hold on, you weren’t going to tell me that you fucked on his private jet?” Jimin is laughing, one hand dramatically clutching his chest as the other grips his beer.

“Twice.” Taehyung nods, holding up two slender fingers adorned with tiny silver rings.

While Jimin is ranting and raving about how you’re his best friend in the entire world and you’re supposed to tell him about every sordid detail of your sex life, you glance around the club quickly. The music is loud enough to have the glossy black floor pulsating and you can feel the beat beneath your black stiletto heels. It’s a bright flash from a camera man facing your direction that snaps you out of your daze, winning you to settle back on Jimin’s melt down.

“—And I can’t believe that you’d keep something like that from me! You know how much I live for the dirty details, like when he fingered you in his limo I died I love that story so much!”

“I’m sorry, next time I fuck Jungkook I’ll be sure to film it.” You snort, fighting the smirk that threatens to tug your features over the fact you’ve already done that. You look at Taehyung who’s watching Jimin, he doesn’t seem phased by your words and so you concur that’s one story Jungkook hasn’t told him. Thank god.

“You’d better! Where is he tonight anyways?” Jimin’s question is innocent enough yet it makes you tense up.

“I don’t know.” You’re honest, gulping your drink to ease the sting of reality, “Haven’t spoken to him.”

“He’ll be here soon.” Taehyung’s words earn you to almost choke on your drink, the bubbles finding their way to your nose. Fuck.

Jimin gives you a knowing look, “So he’s coming tonight?”

“He will be if Y/N has anything to do with it.” Tae’s grin is bright and boxy, borderline childlike. It’s not that he’s immature because he’s actually a very well-respected man, but his sense of humour is almost identical to yours - he loves to wind people up you’ve noticed.

You laugh along with his joke and soon conversation between the two men flows naturally as you prepare yourself for Jungkook’s arrival, you haven’t seen him since you’d got back from Bora Bora. Sure you were still texting each other every day but you haven’t even heard his voice in almost a week, he’s been busy at work and you’ve been somewhat avoiding him, unwilling to face the reality of the situation at hand. The men across for you are posing for a picture together when you realise your drink is now empty, earning you to stand up and let them know you’ll be right back.

The barman sees you straight away, well, he’s staring at your breasts but thankfully manages to peel his gaze away long enough to make you another gin sling. “Thanks.” You mutter, immediately turning your back to him.

The club is crowded and hot, the music sounds louder and in turn it’s a lot harder to have any rational thoughts inside, so you choose to head toward the outdoor smoking area for some air and a few selfish moments to think. You’d arranged to meet Jungkook tomorrow for a talk, tonight is supposed to be a night out with your best friend to gather strength and prepare for battle. Battle being you trying to convince your sugar daddy that having an actual relationship isn’t such a bad thing, in fact, being in a relationship with him would be perfect. Except now he’s meeting you and the others out tonight, you have an unknown amount of time to muster the courage to speak to him.

“God…” You exhale, bare back leaning against the brick wall of the building with your glass in hand.

“Y/N?”

You look for the owner of the voice in the smoking area, it’s when your eyes land on a tall dimpled man already staring in your direction that you realise who’s calling for you.

“Namjoon.” You half-smile, fuck, as if this night could get any worse.

He walks over holding a neon orange vape which surprises you to say the least, he’d always been the epitome of health so the fact he vapes now catches you off guard. You’re frowning, gesturing towards the orange stick he holds as he stands in front of you.

“But what would your parents say?” You gasp comically, his dad was the one who forced Joon to go to medical school in the first place, his mother was also an anti-smoker along with being one of the most insufferable, overbearing people you’d ever met. If she had it her way he would still be attached to her via the umbilical cord, let alone the apron strings.

Namjoon’s wearing a blue Hawaiian shirt tucked into jeans, judging by the several other men outside wearing something similar it would be fair to assume he’s on some kind of stag do or themed night out tonight. Jimin’s words scratch their way to the front of your mind, this man still loves you. Shit. You sigh aloud again, winning a frown to form on your ex-boyfriend’s profile.

“They’d only have an opinion if they found out.” His face shifts to a smile bright and wide, “Why are you out here? You don’t smoke.”

“Too crowded in there, needed some fresh air.”

“So you came to arguably the most polluted area of the club to get fresh air…” He chuckles, cocking his head to one side akin to a Labrador puppy, “Makes sense.”

A puff of air comes from your nose as you smile, “Yeah I guess you’re right, anyways I should head back inside I’m sure Jimin’s worried.” He’s definitely not worried, Taehyung will be keeping him more than occupied.

“Jimin?” Joon’s brows raise, “Figured you’d be here with Jungkook.”

“Uh, no just Jimin and another friend. But Jungkook’s on his way now actually,” You clear your throat awkwardly, “So I should…”

“Yeah, um, well it’s nice to see you anyway.” Your ex boyfriend steps closer, his features turning serious, awe-stricken “You look …amazing.”

Two years of no contact and now you’re bumping into him twice in a matter of weeks, not ideal. For the first time in a long time you watch his eyes drag themselves up your curves you feel… nothing. You finally feel nothing romantic for Namjoon, there’ll always be a soft spot in your heart for him, he was your first love after all, but there’s no spark anymore, not like there used to be. The only thing on your mind is getting back inside and speaking to Jungkook when he arrives, Namjoon may have been your everything in the past but Kook is your present, and dare you say it, hopefully your future too.

“Thanks. It’s nice to see you.” You genuinely smile, it is nice to see that he’s doing well for himself, but what’s nicer is that your heart doesn’t ache for him anymore, it’s a relief to say the least. “Have a good night.”

“I’ll see you in a little bit yeah?” His words catch you off guard, is he inviting himself to join you later? Sure, Jungkook’s gonna love that.

“Another time.” Your hand grazes his shoulder in a strictly platonic fashion, though his muscles tense under your palm and you cringe. Maybe Jimin was right, maybe it is hard for him to see you, you feel guilty, “Sorry,” You pull away, “I’ll see you around.”

“Y/N wait.” Namjoon gently grips your wrist as you begin to walk off, he looks hurt, there’s a glisten in his eyes that screams sincerity, “I owe you an apology, I shouldn’t have left things… Left you… Ah, I’m sorry. Really I feel like a—”

“Y/N? You okay?” Jimin’s eyes are wide and round with shock as they find your figure standing with Namjoon’s, his grip still on your wrist, “Hey man.” He says softly, though he still looks surprised.

“I’m okay.” You smile, pulling your hand away from the doctor, “I’m gonna head back in, so… Have a good night.”

“I’ll try, you have a good time and get home safe yeah?”

Without warning Namjoon pulls you in for a hug, his long arms effortlessly wrapping round your frame. It’s at this moment you realise he’s very drunk, his behaviour making a little more sense to you. He still wears the same cologne as he used to, the smell floods your senses and for a moment you’re right back to two years ago. Weakly returning his hug you clear your throat, beginning to feel awkward and confused by how warm and familiar his body feels against yours. It’s when you pull away from him you catch him staring at you with loving eyes, you clear your throat again and turn to face Jimin – who’s now joined by Taehyung, and Jungkook.

“See you around Joon.” You feign a smile, heart hammering inside your chest from the new found nervousness that’s crashed down on your body.

Facing your small group of friends you feel small. Jungkook looks fucking gorgeous as always, he’s wearing a black shirt that’s almost ripping from his huge muscles that sit beneath, tucked into black skinny jeans worn with his usual LV belt – the same belt you’d been bound by countless times, you blush. His jaw is set so tight that it could snap, his eyes zoned in on Namjoon who hasn’t seemed to notice your fake boyfriend’s presence, since he’s still watching you closely, unphased by the other men.

“Actually Y/N I really need to talk to you about how we ended—”

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Jimin’s voice is obnoxiously loud as he intervenes, standing between you both, “Come on let’s have a drink and a boogy for old times’ sake? I’ll catch up with you guys soon yeah? Come on man.” Jimin drags Namjoon away, back into the club.

“I’m gonna,” Taehyung points to the door the other men just entered, “Yeah I’m gonna-, okay.” He nods, wasting no time in literally running away, leaving you standing there nursing your gin sling with Jungkook, who doesn’t appear to have a drink.

“Hey.” You’re the first to speak, closing the distance between your bodies as you wrap one arm round his shoulder in a half-hug.

“Hey.” Jungkook breathes into the crook of your neck, thankfully he returns the body contact and wraps his strong arms round your middle, squeezing you lightly. His fingers delicately trace your spine before he pulls away, looking down at the way your dress clings to your body in all the right places. “Wanna get out of here?”

“God, yes.” You half laugh half sigh, you were over this place pretty soon after arriving, and trust Jungkook to be the only person to notice.

“Finish your drink first.” His expression is unreadable.

You take a few sips from the glass, peering at him with curious eyes, “Where’s yours?”

“Don’t have one, I came outside to see if you wanted anything before I went to the bar.”

“Ah.” Is all you manage to say, feeling super awkward for some reason, “You look great tonight.”

“Mmm.” He hums, neither agreeing or disagreeing, this entire interaction is so awkward and unlike you both that you feel uncomfortable. Silence ensues, and so you guzzle the rest of your drink while he watches, planting the empty glass on a nearby table when you’re done.

“Come here.” Jungkook laces his fingers with yours and leads you through the crowd.

The car ride to Jungkook’s apartment was silent, and not because you were too busy making out or fucking each other to speak, no, it was genuinely silent. As was the elevator ride up to his penthouse, and the last fifteen minutes you’ve been sitting on his large sofa in the lounge. Silent.

“Is everything okay?” You finally ask.

“Was he good to you?” Jungkook’s voice Is hoarse, he’s sitting right next to you but you’ve never felt further away, “I mean before you broke up or whatever happened, was he good to you? Did he make you happy?”

“Why are you-“

“Please just answer the question Y/N. Were you happy with him?” His arm rests comfortably on the back of the sofa behind you, his legs are spread wide enough for one of his knees to be touching your thigh. Much like back at the club his expression is still unreadable, you have no idea what’s gotten into him but you’ve never seen him act this way before.

“Kook… Are you okay?” You choose to ignore his question as you turn your body to face him properly, throwing both legs over one of his thick thighs. He looks tired you notice, as he rests his inked hand on your exposed knee.

“The way he looked at you…” He sighs, closing his eyes.

“Jungkook,” A shaky breath leaves your lips, “Is that why you’re being so weird? Because Namjoon and I broke up two years ago…”

“You still didn’t answer my question, did he make you happy before?” Jungkook’s looking at you now, there’s a glimmer of desperation in his eyes that makes your chest tight – he’s jealous.

“Why does any of that matter? It was two years ago.”

He scoffs, popping the inside of his cheek with his tongue, seemingly unimpressed that you don’t want to have this conversation with him, “Just answer the question Y/N.”

“It doesn’t matter it was two—”

“For once can you not be a brat about this and just answer the fucking question?!” Jungkook pushes you away and stands up to look down at you, he’s never raised his voice at you until now. His chest is heaving up and down with each ragged breath, his brows are risen expectantly as he runs his shaky fingers through his hair.

“I-,” You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out, you’re in a state of shock that Jungkook is shouting at you and he won’t explain why. “Why are you yelling at me?”

“Because I need to know if Namjoon is a good man! I need to know... If you were happier with him than you are now, with me.”

He pauses with a regretful expression, “I’m sorry,” He calms his breathing as he rubs his face, “Fuck, I’m sorry. Y/N I’m so sorry.” He sits back down, leaving a little bit of space between your bodies. He’s sat with his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. “That wasn’t okay, I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you.”

“Is this because he was at the club? Because nothing happened.” Your voice is quiet.

“I know.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you but… Don’t ever speak to me like that again.” You swallow, this gets his attention. He’s looking at you with apologetic eyes, you already know he’s genuinely sorry for shouting but something tells you he’s still unwilling to explain why. And so you stand up from the sofa and smooth out your dress, preparing to leave.

“Don’t go Y/N.” Jungkook pleads, “Stay the night, please.”

“I’m not really in the mood anymore.” You bite, “You’ve barely said a word to me all night and then when you do speak to me you’re screaming at me about something that happened years ago!” It’s your turn to raise your voice. Maybe it’s the alcohol in your system, or maybe it’s because he shouted first, but you put it down to the fact you’re so frustrated with yourself for not having the courage to tell him how you feel – that’s why you’re yelling.

“I’ve never pried into your past, never, not once, so why the hell are you suddenly obsessing over mine?”

“I know, you’ve been more than understanding of my situation... I’m sorry.” He’s calm now, a lot calmer than you are as he stands up, his figure towering over yours.

“Whatever I got up to before we met is none of your damn business.” You scoff, ignoring his apology when he comes closer, close enough to plant his hands on your waist. As much as you hate to admit it you feel yourself slowly melt beneath his touch. This is the Jungkook you’re familiar with, the sexy control freak that knows every way to turn you on and calm you down.

“I know,” His hands snake their way up to your face where he cups your cheeks, looking you dead in the eyes, “I guess I just wanted to know if he was a better boyfriend than me.”

“Kook…” You’re rightfully confused at the way he just indirectly referred to himself as your boyfriend, but the look on his face makes you forget all about his outburst - he looks so sad. Your own hands find purchase on his wrists, holding them gently as you get lost in his dark almond eyes, “You have no reason to be jealous, I don’t have feelings for Namjoon. And yeah, he was good to me once but… Then he left, and... I don’t feel anything for him now.” Your voice is merely a whisper.

To this he nods quietly as he hangs onto your every word, though his features flash with something smug, maybe even a little triumphant before he turns serious, “I’m sorry for yelling at you, I think that’s the first time I’ve raised my voice at someone other than Taehyung, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I never lose my temper… I promise it won’t happen again.”

“It better not, if it does it’ll be the last thing you ever do.” You give a lazy smile, nuzzling your head into his hands realising this is your golden opportunity, fuck it. It’s now or never, “Listen, since I’m already here there’s something I should probably tell you...”

“Me first.” Jungkook presses his forehead against yours, one of his hands makes it’s way to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer. You’re in a daze, completely intoxicated by his expensive cologne and how warm his body feels against yours. Your hands move to his waist, where you wrap them round his rock hard body, bracing yourself for emotional destruction.

“No, I really need to get this off my chest, Jungkook… I know,” You sigh, “I know that this goes against—”

“Y/N. Let me speak, please.”

“No I really need to say this,” You exhale again, this time more dramatically as you squeeze his middle tighter and close your eyes. “You should know that—”

Jungkook cuts you off, pulling you to face him when he clamps one hand over your mouth, taking a beat to look at you before finally, after what feels like a lifetime, he speaks:

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

You immediately pull away from his grip and stumble back a few steps, unable to do anything other than blink at him, you’re in a state of total shock, this is not what you expected at all. He’s smiling awkwardly, exposing his perfectly white teeth, there’s something about his face that implies he’s nervous, yet also relieved. He shoves his hands in his pockets and sighs.

“Ironic isn’t it? How I was the one who told you not to get feelings for me, made you sign a piece of paper as if that would help, and here I am,” He shakes his head in disbelief, “Falling deeper and deeper every day. I have so much fun when we’re together Y/N, and it’s not even about the sex… This is the happiest I’ve ever been, I look forward to seeing you… When I’m not getting jealous about your ex anyway. And when I saw him looking at you like that… Ah, I can’t believe I’m saying this, I guess I did get jealous yeah, maybe even scared. I just don’t wanna be another guy who regrets letting you go.” He cringes, you can tell he hates these types of conversations which only makes his confession even more heartfelt.

“Kook.” You’re grinning, it feels as though a huge weight has been lifted from you, knowing that he feels the same way about you. Stepping closer to him you wrap your arms round his broad shoulders, and he snakes his own arms round your waist.

“Well you haven’t stormed out yet, I hope that’s a good sign?” He’s laughing anxiously as he darts his tongue out over his lips to wet them.

“What I was going to say, before you rudely interrupted me,” You playfully smack the back of his neck, to which he comically rolls his eyes, “Is that I… I don’t want to be your sugar baby anymore. I’d rather be your girlfriend, your actual girlfriend. If you’ll let me. I think I’m falling for you too.”

“Y/N…”

“Mmm?” You can’t help but giggle, you’ve never seen Jungkook look cute before but that’s exactly how he looks right now, usually he’s some kind of perfect sex god carved from stone, the complete opposite of vulnerable, still sexy, man who’s looking down at you with an ear-to-ear grin.

“You have no idea what you’ve just fucking done.” His voice is low.

“Oh I do.” You sigh, cupping his sharp jaw in one hand, “That’s why I said it, I was planning to say it tomorrow but I figured I’m here now, and since you already said that you want this…” You plant a sweet kiss on his cheek, not missing the way he melts beneath your touch.

“Well I was planning to tell you in Bora Bora, but then you went and fell asleep.”

Oh. You blush, this is what he wanted to talk to you about that night – you’d pretended to be asleep to avoid the conversation entirely, believing it would end in your separation. Whoops.

“I-, Um, I wasn’t actually asleep…” You’re embarrassed, hiding your face in his neck, “I pretended to be asleep cause I thought you were going to end things with me and I didn’t wanna deal with that.” You say in a hurry, eyes squeezed shut.

“What?! You… You’re such a brat, you know that right?” Jungkook chuckle sounds thick in his throat, thankfully he sounds more amused than offended.

“It’s been said before.”

“You’re a real pain in my ass sometimes.”

You shrug, pulling back from his neck until you’re nose-to-nose with him, the shine in his eyes makes you feel weak at the knees, “Mmm, what else are girlfriends for?”

Without a moment of hesitation Jungkook’s lips come crashing down on yours, so passionately and feverishly that your head spins. He’s kissing you with desperation, as though it’ll be the last time, the way he always does. It feels right, you melt like putty in his hands. It’s when he grips the back of your bare thighs and hoists you up that you yelp, wrapping your legs round his waist.

“I can think of a few things… How much have you had to drink?” His voice oozes seduction against your mouth, yet somehow he’s still showing self-restraint. Unlike you, already deepening the kiss into something much more heated when you slip your tongue into his mouth.

“I sobered up the second you started shouting.” You say between messy kisses with a half-laugh and wicked smile, “Guess you can find a way to make that up to me.”

“Mmm,” He moans, palming your ass cheeks as he brings his mouth to your neck, littering the skin with lewd open-mouthed kisses, “You’re such a fucking brat.”

“You love it.” You’re giggling against him, tugging the hairs at the back of his head as heat pools your core. “Please Jungkook, touch me…”

It’s not long before both your clothes are shed, mindlessly dotted around his apartment as you finally make it to his bedroom and have one hell of a night together. He fucks you for hours, hard and fast, then soft and slow, until you’re a shaking sobbing mess unravelling time and time again. His lips are magnetised to your body, he can’t stop kissing you, your lips, your neck, your breasts, your stomach, your thighs, your pussy. He can’t stop, nor does he want to, not even when you point out the sunrise.

You lay atop of the tussled bedsheets wrapped up in his arms, your head to his toned chest listening to the hammering of his heart as you watch the London skyline come to life. His inked hands gently squeeze your curves as his chest vibrates with a content hum.

“Fuck me, that was... Incredible.” He sighs.

“Which time?” You chuckle.

“Every time.” You don’t need to look at him to know he’s smirking, “What are you doing the beginning of next month?” His voice is tired and croaky, understandably of course given he’d spent the entire night focussed on pleasuring you, the man might have an office job but he’d displayed some serious stamina in the last few hours.

“Kook I don’t even know what I’m doing today never mind in two weeks’ time.” You try to laugh but you’re exhausted. Your eyes begin to close on their own, he’s so warm around you that you know you’re going to doze off at any moment.

“Let’s go to Korea.” He plants a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Can’t afford it, just lost my sugar daddy.” Even though you’re half asleep you’re grinning wide, it’s so easy to wind him up and you love it.

He tuts, playfully spanking you, “I’m serious, I want you to meet my parents.”

“What? You want me to meet your parents?! You’ve never even told me anything about them.” Your eyes fly open and you sit up fast enough to make your head visibly spin, which Jungkook obviously finds hilarious. He looks amazing, the tanned and tattooed skin of his his rock hard abs and muscular arms on full display, the sheets loosely draped over his hips. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him look vulnerable, he looks totally fucked-out, somehow he still manages to flash you a smile.

“I’ve never had a girlfriend before,” He shrugs, ruffling his damp hair, “I wanna show you off.”

“I’ll think about it.” You collapse on top of him again, kissing his chest before your eyes close.

“Okay, I’ll book the tickets later.”

“Mmm.” You’re too exhausted to argue with him at this point, instead you make a mental note to resume this conversation later in the day when your body isn’t heavy and bruised.

“Y/N?” He cradles you, covering your entwined frames with the sheets.

“…What?” You sigh vaguely irritated, you’re so tired and your body is aching so hard that all you can think about is the sweet release of sleep. “What is it?” You groan, glancing up at him.

But for the first time ever Jungkook has fallen asleep before you, dark eyelashes tickle his cheeks and his lips are pouted, threatening to fall open at any second. He makes you so happy that you feel as though you could burst with pride, finally he’s yours, and you’re his. A light puff of air leaves your nostrils at the irony of the situation and you settle back down against him, quickly succumbing to slumber.

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Bedeviled | Chapter 4: Adumbration

Pairing: demon!jungkook x female reader

Genre: E2L, drama, romance, angst, horror

WC: 8.2k

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, humiliation, depictions of Hell and people in it, despair, anxiety, pain, fear, possible lilapsophobia trigger, cruelty, some tEnSioN if ya know what i mean (winkity wonk)

All sense of time and direction has long since left you.

Fingers cramp as they stay clenched around his arm, pure desperation the only thing helping you hold on.

Your left arm has not ceased throbbing with pain ever since he wrapped his hand around your wrist and physically bound you to him.

You desperately want to ask how much longer this circle is going to last, but you know you will only get a nasty remark if anything at all. There's no way to know until you come to the end yourself.

Closing your eyes again, you try to conjure up any memory you can, but the sounds of screaming and the wind are too loud to block out when one is conscious.

Walking has not seemed like such a task for a long time, your lungs feeling like they've become shriveled like raisins, trying to get air in but then coughing it out involuntarily seconds later, which in turn makes your head start spinning with the lack of oxygen.

And yet he keeps walking.

Walking, walking, walking.

"I can't," you finally whisper, hoping he'll hear you.

He doesn't.

Or he chooses to pretend like he didn't.

You honestly aren't sure how much longer you can walk right now; you have no clue how far you've actually been walking without a moment's rest. You're not like him, you can't just stroll through Hell without physical consequences.

This is all so wrong.

"I can't," you say a bit louder, and this time you know he's heard you. If the feeling of him chuckling is anything to go by.

You think you hear him mutter something, but you don't catch it.

He doesn't stop or acknowledge your words in any fashion, just keeps the pace he's been going at for however long it has been.

"Please, let's stop for a minute," you say weakly, internally begging for him to give you just a moment to rest.

He glances down at you before rolling his eyes.

Is she serious right now?

It takes everything he can not to snap your measly neck right now, wasting his damn time and whining while you're at it.

A gasp leaves you when he suddenly changes direction, going straight to the left instead of forward, dragging you somewhere that you can't see. You can't see anything, haven't for a while. The sound of the tornados still vibrates your bones, but you can't see them. All there has been for a long time is gray fog, so thick that you could only see the debris hurtling at you seconds before it hit you. Needless to say, your eyes have been closed most of the time.

The winds suddenly pick up as he pulls you along, so strong that your free hand gets ripped from his arm and you fly backwards, screaming at the top of your lungs as the only thing keeping you from going into the nearest funnel is his grip on your left arm.

Nothing but gray fog and terror.

And pain.

Pain, pain, pain.

So much pain.

A scream of affliction leaves your lips as it feels like you're being torn in two, the rope in a game of tug of war between the demon and the massive tornado that's undoubtedly right next to you even though you can't see it.

You can't say or think or do anything but scream in fear and torture as your limbs reach their breaking point.

Right before your arm rips itself from your body, you get yanked harshly towards the ground, another pained scream leaves you before you feel the demon grasp your other wrist and the same cold burning sensation shoots through your right arm, making you grit your teeth.

Now he's got both of your wrists, bound in front of you as if you were being arrested as he yanks you close to his face, your trapped hands stuck in between you.

"Still think you can manage, little mortal?"

Your eyes are clenched shut, not seeing his face.

Whole body wracked with pain and shaking from it, you nod desperately.

The demon's face falls into a deep frown, confusion slithering into his mind as he stares at your eyes squeezed shut and teeth chattering from pain no doubt.

You don't hear him say anything else before you start getting dragged again, only able to use your feet as you stumble after him.

Your dress is as good as useless as it flies around without any intention of keeping you covered, part of you wonders with a sudden fear if it's still on you at all. A few more steps and your legs go out underneath you, making your arms flare up with a deep ache as they take all of your weight while he drags you carelessly.

Then suddenly the wind is gone.

You still can't open your eyes even though the debris is no longer abusing your soft cheeks.

JK drags you further into the cave before throwing you to the floor, releasing your bound hands and watching without a single ounce of guilt as you crumple to the ground and cry out at the hard impact on your aching body.

Not moving for a few minutes, you keep your eyes shut as your body shivers slightly.

At least your arms don't hurt from being bound to him anymore.

Everything still aches though, terribly.

When you feel his hand grab at your dress collar, bunching it in his fist, you gasp slightly, startled at the contact. You open your eyes seconds before he shoves you into the wall, the unforgiving stone digging into your back and making you wince.

You can't see his face in the darkness of the cave, but you can hear his heavy breathing before he speaks close to your face, "Could you be more fucking useless?"

You gulp but say nothing.

There's nothing to say.

"As I know you're aware, this is only the second circle. If you think for one fucking second that I'm going to drag your ass all the way to the center of Hell, you're mistaken," he spits.

Not knowing what else to do, you nod.

"What, you're suddenly mute? Use your words, mortal."

It seems to be a mockery but also an actual order, so you clear your throat and croak out, "I know."

"You know what?" His words are laced in a threat that you don't want to feel as he presses you more into the wall.

You swallow your dignity, "That you won't drag me the whole way," you say quietly after a second, voice hoarse from the terrible storm outside.

Clearly, he wanted to humiliate you.

And it worked.

"Remember where you are, human. Choose your actions wisely."

You can practically feel his smirk in the darkened cave before he roughly lets go of your collar and steps back, leaving you to stay sitting against the wall and watching him warily.

After a moment, you bring your hands up to cover your face.

When you eventually take them away a while later, there's an odd glow that lights the cave, an eerie feeling washing over you instead of one of comfort that you might think would come.

To the left, the opening sits gaping and unwelcoming, the gray fog and terrible winds not something you want to ever go back into. Looking to your right, you see the source of the light.

A small fire burns, no wood under it, nothing that would make an actual fire stay alive. It simply sits against the stone floor of the cave.

Gaze slowly traveling up, you see him lying on the other side, stretched out and relaxed in the orange glow. His arms are behind his head, and one of his long legs is bent while the other is stretched to its full length in front of him. His tight black jeans hug the muscles in his thighs, a few rips showcasing the skin underneath.

Your eyes wander up to his shirt that's tucked into his pants, emphasizing his small waist.

You’re finally letting yourself take him in.

The billowy black shirt he's wearing looks like one that you might see a pirate wear, even the chest is laced with a thin rope, exposing some of his skin.

Your brows furrow in confusion.

He had on a different shirt when you first saw him, you know he did.

In this shirt, you can only see the decorative ink peeking out from the wrists and the edges of the chest region.

He wasn't wearing that before.

You could see his whole arms, all of the foul images covering them.

What was he wearing?

Not that it matters, you're just confused and unsure about when his attire changed.

"Enjoying the view?"

You flinch and look at him to see his eyes half open as he stares at you, the usual sleepy smirk painting his annoyingly handsome face.

"N-no," you stammer, looking away.

"Liar," he whispers lowly, making a shiver run down your spine.

Focus, ____.

Don't let him get to you.

"Come here."

You look over at him, glaring in suspicion.

When you make no move to go to him, you see his eyes narrow slightly.

"I said come here."

"Why?"

You see him tilt his head back, looking down his nose at you, but he remains in his comfortable position, lounging against the hard stone.

"I thought we established that you are not the one in charge here."

You scoff, "I don't recall that conversation."

The amused arch of his brows falls, and you feel a darkness settle around you even as the fire glows bright.

"Come. Here."

The tone of his voice is what makes you gulp and finally uncurl from yourself to stand and walk to him.

"No."

You freeze, wondering why he suddenly doesn't want you to move.

"Get on your hands and knees."

Face scrunching in displeasure, you're about to protest.

"Now," he barks, startling you enough to begrudgingly lower to your hands and knees.

A satisfied smile spreads on his face as he watches you from the other side of the fire.

"So, the dimwitted human can listen...splendid."

You grind your teeth, the only thing keeping you from lunging at him is the fact that you know you could do nothing. You can't hurt him, but that doesn't go both ways. He can hurt you if he wishes, and he can leave you stranded.

So, you keep your mouth shut and wait for him to speak.

"Crawl," he says slowly, still smiling.

You are not about to crawl like a dog to the feet of a demon.

Absolutely not.

You will not lower yourself that much.

When he sees you do nothing but glare back at him steadily, a dark chuckle passes his lips.

"So, you will get on your hands and knees, but you won't crawl? Interesting."

He stands swiftly and walks around the fire to be in front of you, the light of the flame behind him now so that you can see only his silhouette.

"Do you want me to hurt you?" His voice is a few octaves deeper than usual.

You don't answer.

"Is that a yes?"

You shake your head.

"Then answer me with words,” he says slowly, as if you're incapable of understanding, “Would you like me to hurt you?"

"No," you grit out.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

You gulp and look at the ground.

"Look at me," he snaps.

You look back at him, not even trying to contain your angry glare.

"You won't crawl to me, but you want me to be nice. I think that comes with a price, don't you?"

When you don't say anything, he bends down and grabs your face, pinching your cheeks and forcing your head to nod. Then he lets go and straightens again, cackling at the look of humiliation on your face.

"I've played nice far too much already, don't you think?"

Once again, when you don't move, he reaches down and makes you nod, his grip rough.

"You are in Hell, little human," He taunts as he straightens once more, "You have no protection here. This is my territory, and you will listen to me or regret it, deal or no deal. Is that understood?"

When a moment of hesitation passes, he whispers darkly, "You know what to do, don't make me do it for you."

You nod stiffly, doing everything you can not to cry.

"Good...Now," he looks down at you as if you're no more than a stupid stone that's lying in his path, "bow."

A chill runs through you at that one word.

You look up at him and shake your head.

One of his brows arches high at your defiance.

"Are you refusing?"

"Yes," you say, unwavering as you stare at him.

When he crouches down to get level with you, you stand.

A brief moment passes when your positions are reversed as he looks up at you, a look of rage on his face as you look down on him.

Then he stands as well, towering over you as you look back steadily.

"You can humiliate me all you want," you seethe, "but I will never bow to you."

The staring contest stretches on as neither of you backs down.

"You're making a grave mistake, mortal."

"I'm well aware," you say back evenly, "Torture me all you want, demon. I will not lower myself to worship you in any way."

A flicker of amusement flashes across his eyes as he steps closer, inspecting your face closely. Small cuts and bruises litter your face and chest, and no doubt your legs. Your hair is now a tangled mess from the wind, framing your face that is still set in determination.

"What makes you think I want to torture you?" His voice is soft now, sweet and warm like honey that drips from the comb. He gets close enough to reach a hand up and cup your cheek, "All I asked was for you to kneel, little girl."

You gulp, feeling your resolve start to crumble the longer he looks into your eyes. It's obvious he's putting a veil over your eyes, luring you into a trance you won't be able to leave once you enter.

Already, ____?

You chide yourself; you know you can last longer than this.

He can't control you, ____.

His unnaturally cold hand touches the warm skin of your shoulder as he carefully puts his fingers under your cardigan sleeve and goes to take it off.

That snaps you out of your jumbled thoughts as you take a step back and smack at his hand, "Don't touch me."

He just watches you, which makes you squirm.

"You humans are all the same," he whispers, a small smile on his face, his dark eyes boring into yours, "So easy."

You're about to snap back when he steps closer until he can whisper in your ear.

"You think you're so strong, hm? Keep letting yourself believe that. I can take what I want when I want, you have no power over me."

A shiver shoots through your spine as he backs away just enough to see your face, his own mere inches away.

"If I wanted you, little mortal, I would have you. Don't forget that."

Then he turns and walks back around to the other side of the fire, proceeding to lay back on the rocks he previously occupied, his eyes closing.

You stand there for a minute longer, watching him warily in case he tries something.

When it becomes apparent that he has no intention of doing anything else for now, you walk back to your spot by the wall and sit down, curling your legs in and resting your head on your knees.

_________________________________

"Yes, yes," JK sighs tiredly, "You will marry her."

"I won't fall in love with anyone else, I'll only love her?" The young man asks hesitantly, not wanting to annoy the demon, but also wanting to be absolutely sure.

The demon looks at him through squinted eyes, a hint of a smile on his face as he lounges on the porch railing, his long legs dangling.

"You will only love her."

"Ok," the man whispers with a smile, "I just wanted to be sure. I'm tired of having commitment issues."

JK gives a single nod.

Fool, summoning a demon for a reason such as this.

Not his problem, that's just another soul under his belt.

These humans are getting more and more desperate for instant results to their problems, no matter the consequences.

Which means it's working.

Perfect.

"So, it's a deal then?"

The hopeless romantic nods and grabs the demon's hand, shaking it up and down gratefully, "Yes! Yes, thank you!"

JK snatches his hand back, looking at the human with disgust, "It's done then. Enjoy your married life."

The man still calls thanks after him as he rolls his eyes and walks away, waving behind him.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Humans really do think they are already immortal, don't they?

That they will never pay the consequences.

So, why are you different?

___________________________________

When you suddenly jerk awake, you lift your head from your knees and look over to where he was last.

But he isn't there.

You flinch and look around, noting that both he and the fire are gone.

What is it this time?

A groan leaves your lips as you stretch yourself out from the curled-up position you've been in for goodness knows how long. Hands moving to your back, you hiss in pain at the ache there. You hadn't meant to fall asleep, just rest your eyes.

It's maddening not knowing how long you were asleep or how long you've been in the second circle.

And what does he keep disappearing for?

He's messing everything up.

Swallowing thickly, you realize how dry your throat is.

"Oh, geez," you cough and glance around the dark cave, wondering if perhaps there's any kind of water.

A silly thought.

But you haven't been in your right mind since you decided to come to this wretched place to begin with.

Logically, you know there is no water in Hell.

Why should anyone get a drink to parch their thirst in a place that's meant to torment them for the rest of eternity?

So yes, logically you know that.

But your mind is getting muddled and you're really freaking thirsty.

You sigh and press a hand to your forehead, feeling a heat there that's almost uncomfortable against your cooler hand. The headaches have been getting worse, due to the lack of water and sleep no doubt.

Not going to lie, the second circle is worse than you had anticipated.

Of course, no one truly knows Hell until they come here, and those that do, never come out.

The many many books you poured over in the Archive could only guess at the tortures that awaited anyone that went to this God forsaken land.

You thought you were prepared.

Guess not.

You gulp, a gross sticky feeling in your throat from no water.

Of course, you won't die here, not even from lack of sleep, food, or water.

That's the thing about this place, once you come in here, you can't die, nor can you leave. And if you do, you won't be the same.

That reminder has you gulping again, cringing once more at the icky feeling in your mouth and throat.

Remember why you're here.

You nod with your eyes closed and sigh, "I know," you whisper.

"Well, that's new."

You flinch violently and open your eyes to see him standing in the opening of the cave, his dark aura somehow leaking into the small shelter and sending a feeling of dread through you no matter what you tell yourself in your head.

Ignoring his rude comment, you run your fingers through your tangled hair, wincing when it pulls and a pinch shoots across your head.

"Ugh," you mutter to yourself as you try to untangle the knots.

"Need some help?" He asks in mock innocence.

"And what would that cost me? My thumb?" You retort sarcastically.

He snickers and steps further into the cave.

"Nice comeback."

You roll your eyes and keep tugging at your hair.

He's so darn confusing.

One second, he's acting like he's actually going to rip your head off, the next he's joking like a high school bully.

You just need to focus.

Focus, focus, focus.

JK watches silently as your expression morphs into one of irritated pain when your fingers get caught again.

He leans against the side of the cave opening, continuing to just watch you.

You realize this and it begins to make you twitchy.

Which of course, was always his intention.

"Stop staring at me-"

"The end of the second circle is close," he says, emotionless as he looks at his nails.

You look at him suspiciously.

What exactly is his game?

Does he forget that he literally threatened to hurt you if you didn't crawl to him and bow at his feet? What happened to that little scenario that happened not too long ago?

He's so infuriating.

You purse your lips and stand up, "Oh, goodie."

"What? You want to stay in the circle of Lust? I knew it, it's too obvious the way you practically threw yourself at me-"

"Oh, shut up," you snap, dusting off your dress and fixing your cardigan, "Just because you say ridiculous things with confidence doesn't make them true. If that's how you plan to manipulate me, try harder."

Your words seem to irritate him more than usual, which is slightly satisfying, you won't lie.

He doesn't react much though, his expression quickly becoming neutral again before a single second passes.

"You talk a lot of shit for being a mere mortal in Hell with no one to get you out but me."

Probably true.

But you can't help it, he just knows how to get under your skin.

"Are you done being such a strong and independent woman, or should we let you waste more time here?" He asks tiredly.

You walk over to him not breaking eye contact as you hold your hand out and smile brightly, "Oh, I'm quite done. You can take it from here."

You see his jaw tighten slightly before he snatches your wrist and squeezes unnecessarily hard, making it more painful than it needs to be as the cold heat trickles into your arm and travels up to your shoulder, making you grit your teeth harshly.

Refusing to react more than is inevitable, you keep your eyes trained on his and breathe through your nose slowly.

It hurts more than before somehow.

He's definitely doing this on purpose.

"Is there a problem, doll?" He whispers, watching your face with a sick satisfaction.

You shake your head, "Nothing other than you taking forever."

His amused smirk flattens out in a second.

Muttering something that you don't catch, he turns and marches out of the cave and directly into the storm, yanking you along with him.

At first, you think it's going to be much the same as before going into the cave.

Endless miserable walking.

Oh, how wrong you are.

It would have been the same, if you hadn't returned his taunts with some of your own.

After a few minutes of just walking, you see a funnel shape come into view and your heart leaps to your throat. The pounding muscle starts to try and climb its way out when you realize he's heading right for it.

"What are you doing?" You shout over the wind, "It's too close!"

A smirk plays on his lips as he heads straight for the tunnel of wind that doesn't hesitate to rip trees from the ground and fling them across the valley along with the damned souls whose cruel fate has led them here.

When he's a few hundred feet from it, you really start to panic and try pulling your hand away to try and get further from it on your own.

But when your tugging proves to be futile, you start trying to dig your feet into the ground to make him stop.

It doesn't work.

Your feet slip and slide, never getting a good enough hold to ground you at all.

Desperation is the only thing keeping you fighting even though you know what is bound to happen, no matter how much you struggle.

"Stop!!" You shout in a panic, only seeing the back of him as he drags you across the muddy ground towards the roaring storm.

Your voice gets carried away on the wind, never having a chance to reach him or change his mind anyway.

You fucked up, and he's going to teach you a lesson.

"Let me go!" You cry, your free hand grasping your wrist and pulling as hard as you can.

Then you're suddenly yanked into him, flipped around so that you're facing the nearest tornado and his arms are wrapped around you from behind, harshly keeping you still.

Terror strikes your heart when you realize that this has been his plan all along.

To let you go.

No, no, no.

"If you're so capable, why don't you prove it?" He whispers in your ear as you struggle against him, "Why should some pathetic human get to waltz into Hell and demand the Flame of Immortality just because she wants it?"

You gulp, "I-"

"Shut up," he hisses, "You sure can talk, little mortal. Let's see how well your quick tongue can save you. Think you can prove your worth? Think you deserve that Flame?"

"Wait, please don't-"

His grip tightens the more you fight him, "You humans don't even want to work for what you ask for. Pathetic. From now on, you earn your way to the Flame, is that understood?"

You nod.

"Then earn it," he whispers so close to your ear that you can feel his cold breath cover your ear and neck in an unsettling chill.

You're about to beg him not to do it, but it's too late.

He lets go of you and you fall forward onto the ground, fear consuming you instantly.

Not even seconds after you fall, the wind starts to pick up, as if it can sense a new victim has arrived for it to play with.

You turn and grab onto the dead grass, face scrunched in concentration as you clutch it for dear life while he just watches you in amusement. There's not a moment to process anything before you feel your legs get picked up, your dress flying haphazardly around and your cardigan starting to lift.

In that moment of blind panic, you let go of the grass in order to keep your cardigan on, and the wind takes its chance.

Your whole body gets lifted into the air as you screech, arms flailing around as you get higher and higher.

The ground is all too soon far below you as you continue to scream bloody murder.

He's nowhere in sight, doesn't plan on saving you this time.

The wind seems to cackle as it yanks you around, throwing you unceremoniously towards the enormous vortex.

Your cardigan is the first thing that gets snagged, dragging the rest of you with it to get sucked into the cyclone that's hellbent on tearing you to shreds and flinging whatever is left of you into the air only to be grabbed by another, repeating that for the rest of time and more.

You can't stop screaming. The terror never dwindles as you feel yourself being spun around and around thousands of feet in the air.

Not daring to open your eyes, you keep them clenched as you try desperately to get your bearings.

But there are no bearings to get anymore, the only thing on your mind is the fact that you're literally in a tornado.

Then suddenly there are more shrieks floating through the air, the terrorized cries from people around you that are never going to cease.

Focus, ____!

You can't.

You can't do anything but scream.

Scream, scream, scream.

“Scream all you want; it's never going to stop.”

The gravelly voice that suddenly forces its way into your brain fills you with a new terror.

That's not him, that's not his voice.

You can't focus on that though, the tunnel of ruthless wind whips you higher and higher until you're at the top, then it flings you out to fly through the air without anything to stop you from plummeting to your death.

Your arms and legs flail as you shriek, your eyes having opened involuntarily so that you can watch the ground get closer and closer before the next surge of wind snatches you back and the whole thing starts all over again.

As you're being yanked about violently, there's suddenly a death grip on your arm and you open your eyes to see a woman clutching your sleeve, her eyes wide with a fear so strong you almost start to cry for her even though you're in the same situation.

"Help me!" She cries desperately.

You grab her hand as she holds tightly to your sweater. Her hands are so cold it nearly burns your own, but still you don't let go.

"Please, get me out of here," she sobs, tearing your heart into shreds, "Please! Please get me out!"

"I can't," you whisper helplessly, "I'm sorry."

The two of you continue to spin and spin, holding each other tightly.

"You've come to save me, haven't you??" She bawls frantically clawing at your cardigan, "Haven't I paid the price yet?!"

What?

You look back into her eyes, the dread so tangible it chokes you.

"I'm sorry," you whimper before her grip loosens accidentally and she gets ripped from you as you scream, "No!" Your hands stretch towards her, to no avail. She's gone in the blink of an eye as a sob tears itself from your throat.

The second time you're flung from the top of the funnel and start plunging towards the ground, everything goes black before you make impact.

___

The swing was something your cousin made.

Yoongi was older than you, always acted like he was more mature and didn't have time for kid games. But you could always see the small smile on his face whenever you convinced him to play with you and your friends.

He would sit off to the side and watch you play while he enjoyed the breeze.

One day, he came to the special meeting spot with rope and a plank of wood.

All of the kids surrounded him like a flock of birds to a crumb, loudly asking him what it was he was going to do. You hung back and watched quietly as he shushed them before walking over to your favorite apple tree and throwing the rope over a low hanging branch. He attached the wooden plank and then demonstrated what it was; sitting on the plank and pushing his legs on the ground to swing back and forth.

All of you were very confused but delighted at the same time.

You had never seen anything like it.

Yoongi let you try first, much to the annoyance of all the other kids, who impatiently told you to be quick. Your cousin hushed them once again before helping you climb onto the swing and started to push you gently.

It was exhilarating.

It really felt like you were flying, especially when you looked up while Yoongi pushed you, watching the leaves blow in the wind above you, or when you closed your eyes and imagined yourself a hundred feet in the air and looking down at everyone waving to you.

"Oppa! Oppa! Can you please push me?" You squeal as you run up to Yoongi, skirts gathered in your hands.

He's the only one here today.

The older boy smiles down at you and nods, unable to resist your puppy eyes and lisp.

You climb on the plank, gripping the rope tightly in your small fists as he pulls the swing back and lets go, your laughter ringing out around the forest as your skirts blow in the wind. The sunlight shines through the treetops, warming the grass with a sweet golden kiss.

"Apple, you cheated!"

You and Yoongi turn your heads to see your best friend running over, out of breath.

You laugh, "I'm just faster than you! Are you mad that a girl beat you?"

Yoongi chuckles as the two of you bicker endlessly.

___

When your eyes open again, you're met with a rotten pear that's sitting just a few inches from your face.

You blink slowly, just staring at the moldy fruit.

You're not sure how long you sit there and inspect it before turning your head to the left to see tornados in the distance, the roaring still earsplitting even from this far.

What happened?

The last thing you remember is diving headfirst towards the dead grass that just watched you as it blew in the wind, waiting for you to strike the ground and snap your neck along with a million other bones in your body, ready to be the bed your crumpled body would rot away on.

The tiny funnels spin around and around, far less daunting than they are up close.

Tears spring to your eyes when you suddenly think of the woman that grabbed onto you, begging for you to save her.

"I'm so sorry," you mumble as you watch the twisters swirl about with no real destination in mind, no goal apart from dealing out torment.

"Looks like you survived."

You don't turn to him at the sound of his voice.

You don't even flinch.

Closing your eyes, a few tears slip down your cheek silently.

"I won't lie, I began to wonder if I overestimated your desire for the Flame."

You gulp and finally turn your head to the right again to see him sitting on a big rock, manspreading as he leans on his elbows and grins evilly at you.

When you say nothing, just look at him with dull eyes, he chuckles.

"What? Did your tongue get twisted?"

He chuckles at his own joke, not caring that you don't play along.

"You look like shit," he eventually says, looking your body up and down as you lay still sprawled on the ground; your dress hiked up to mid-thigh, dirt, scrapes, and bruises decorating your usually soft skin. One of your legs is tucked under you, bent at an awkward angle, the other straight out on the grass.

Your cardigan remains wrapped snugly around you, a bit twisted and pinning one of your arms down.

You sniff, continuing to stare at him blankly.

He just looks back evenly, unfazed.

One last tear escapes your eye as you look into his dark ones, slipping over the bridge of your nose and falling to the brown grass, the only drink the dead blades will ever get.

He sees it fall, but he doesn't look away, continuing to stare deep into your soul.

That pure soul that he'll do anything to get his hands on.

So fragile, so precious.

He craves it.

All of this will soon be worth it.

He can break you.

"Where are we?" You croak out suddenly, making him snap back to the present, his eyes coming back into focus.

JK leans down, "Where do you think we are?"

You stay silent for a moment, then you mumble weakly, "The third circle?"

Half of his mouth twitches up into a smile as he looks you over once again, "Bingo."

It feels like it's been years and you're only just getting to the third circle...

"How long?" You whisper brokenly.

"I've told you before, it will only take as long as you make it take-"

You shake your head, "How long h-have I been here?"

"In the second circle?"

You shake your head again, "In Hell."

"Ah," he sits back and stretches, "A week."

No.

Has it truly only been a week?

You aren't sure if he's being truthful, so you decide not to take his answer to heart.

He seems to sense that and chuckles lowly before standing up.

"Get up."

You sigh deeply, the ache in your body strong enough for you to consider ignoring him and closing your eyes to sleep.

"Were the tornados not enough to knock some sense into that useless brain of yours?" He growls.

You glare at him, then wince when he reaches down and grabs the front of your dress and lifts you to your feet roughly.

You stumble and catch yourself.

"At least pretend to have something rattling around in that skull," he snaps.

You don't snap back, just scratch an itch by your right eyebrow.

He scoffs and turns to walk past the small stone wall that you hadn't noticed before. It's almost up to your chin, an ugly gray that seems more lifeless than any stone you've ever seen before.

You never thought of stones as full of life, but compared to this...

Keeping your eyes on his back, you watch him walk into the foggy area past the wall. When it looks like he is about to go out of sight due to the fog, you hurry to catch up.

As you walk, the only thing you can really see is his back. The ground is covered in the smoke-like substance as well as everywhere that's more than six feet around you.

It isn't long before you step on something and a loud crunchy squelch makes you flinch and step back, horror seeping into you at what it might have been that you crushed under your foot.

After a moment to gain your courage, you look down, but still can't see what it is because of all the fog coating the ground heavily.

A rotten stench suddenly invades your nostrils, and you slap a hand over your mouth and nose.

Please, don't let it be a disembodied limb.

You close your eyes and pray as hard as you can as you try not to gag.

"Why did you stop?"

His gruff voice rings out and you use your free hand to point down where the offending smell is wafting from, your eyes still shut tightly.

"I stepped on something," you whisper from behind your hand, clearly horrified.

You hear him walk closer, then he sighs loudly.

"Look."

You shake your head.

"Don't be stupid, just look."

"No."

You don't trust that he won't make you look at something beyond gruesome.

"It's just a fucking peach," he snaps, clearly irritated.

You peek one eye open and glance down to see the fog has lessened and there's a peach that's rotting right where you stepped.

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh," he scoffs and turns around, "Stupid."

He keeps walking briskly, almost out of sight by the time you run after him.

"How was I meant to know what it was?" You ask defensively.

He doesn't respond, just keeps walking a bit too fast for your liking.

Your legs are really sore, it hurts to walk, let alone quick enough to keep up with him.

"What circle is this?" You ask after a long stretch of silence.

"Guess."

"I can't see anything, so I can't really guess."

"Oh well," he mumbles, still moving like he's got somewhere to be.

You look up at him, noticing how he doesn't push his hair out of his eyes even when it obscures his view.

You gulp and look away.

After a while of walking through the mist in dead quiet, your thirst comes back in full force and your stomach starts to growl lowly.

What the heck?

You look down at your tummy in confusion.

This is not the time for this.

You haven't been hungry in a while, why suddenly now?

He doesn't seem to notice, not reacting to your stomach insisting on you feeding it in the most annoying way possible.

A moment later, it hits you.

What is that smell?

For once, something actually smells...dare you think it...

Good.

Most definitely the culprit for alerting your stomach.

You turn your head, looking left and right to try and find the source of the sweet smell, but you still can't see anything.

Again, he doesn't seem to be smelling anything, just keeps walking and staring straight ahead.

What in the world is going on?

"Wha-"

Shh...

You cut yourself off suddenly, deciding not to ask about what you might be smelling.

Something feels off, more off than the whole being in Hell thing.

"What?" He hisses, not bothering to look at you.

"Nothing."

The demon stops in his tracks, and you stumble to a stop yourself, watching him carefully.

He glances at you, a weird flicker in his gaze for a moment.

"What?" You ask, a bit too defensively.

He turns so that he's fully facing you, then he walks closer until he's way too close for comfort.

You don't step back though, just tilt your head so you can see his face.

"Huh," he mutters, examining the look in your eyes.

After a long minute, he glances down and you see him staring at something in the small space between you. Looking down, you see him holding an apple that's practically glowing with a vibrant blood red.

The intensely sweet smell wafting from it reaches your nose and you gulp.

He raises his eyes to your face again, the tiniest hint of a smile on his face.

"Want some?" He asks casually.

Too casually.

You shake your head.

"Why not? Aren't you hungry?"

Your eyes narrow at him before you glance down at the beautiful fruit.

Why is it so pretty?

Nothing here is pretty.

Shaking your head slowly, you look back at him.

"Surely you must be a little hungry. You haven't eaten anything for a while, and yet you say you don't even want a small bite?"

"No," you say as firmly as you can, which isn't saying much.

"Come on," he drawls, taking a step closer.

Suddenly, the sweet smell is overbearing, almost making your stomach twist with nausea.

"I'm fine."

When he moves to take another step, you slip around him and start walking quickly.

crack.

You flinch back and grab at your forehead, hissing in pain.

What did you just run into?

When you open your eyes, there's nothing but the constant fog.

"You can't go any further."

You turn to him, a look of confusion painted on your features as you rub your head.

He walks to you slowly, a smirk on his face as he tosses the apple up and down, catching it effortlessly before doing it again.

"Sure you're not hungry?"

"Why do you keep asking me that?"

"Do you want that Flame?"

You gulp, then nod.

He reaches you, then holds his hand out with the glistening apple.

"Then eat it."

You shake your head, "No."

"Then you're stuck here."

"What are you talking about?"

"In order to go further into the third circle, you need to indulge in your cravings."

What nonsense is he saying?

He steps close enough for you to feel his breath when he speaks again, "Eat it."

"I don't want to-"

"Then you don't want that Flame. There's no other way around it."

You gulp and look down at the apple he holds between you.

Unsure if his words are true, you hesitate.

What will happen if he's lying, and you eat it?

When he lifts it towards your mouth, you back away until you hit the invisible wall keeping you trapped from going any further.

The look he gives you is indecipherable, it kind of looks like he wants to kill you and laugh at you at the same time.

He walks up on you quickly, trapping you where you are.

You squish back against the barrier and gulp, keeping your head turned so that you aren't looking at him.

He has no business looking the way he does.

"Look at me."

You almost shake your head, then decide against it and slowly look at him.

"I know you're starving," he whispers, getting closer and lowering his mouth next to your ear, "Just let go, let yourself have one little bite."

You squeeze your eyes shut, not enjoying the goosebumps that spread over your skin.

His lips brush against your ear as he practically groans, "There's so much you want, I can feel it."

A small whimper escapes you, much to your dismay.

"Just a small taste," his voice is so low it practically rumbles through your bones.

"I can't," you whisper.

"Yes, you can."

You shake your head.

He moves back just enough to take a bite of the apple, the loud crunch echoing in your ears. You watch as he chews it, then swallows, keeping eye contact with you the whole time. Forcing yourself to look away and get your head on straight, you fight the urge to take a bite of the juicy fruit on your own.

Your stomach is killing you, both from the hunger and from the sickeningly sweet scent still filling your senses.

"Your turn."

It takes a lot of effort for you to shake your head a little, not strong enough to verbally deny it.

A small sigh leaves his mouth, and you look at him to notice he's gotten closer again. Watching in confusion, you see him take another bite of the apple, but this time, he holds the small piece between his teeth, not actually eating it. He tosses the rest of the apple over his shoulder.

You figure out what he's doing a second too late.

He grabs your face, pinching your cheeks harshly, "It's really not that hard, doll," he mumbles around the apple between his teeth.

To fight him is useless, his grip is too strong as he forces you to open your mouth and places the small bite of apple on your tongue, dropping it directly from his teeth to your mouth.

"Don't fight it," he whispers as you squirm, trying to lock your jaw before he can force it closed.

Too late.

The overwhelming sweetness coats your tongue, instantly filling your stomach as if you've just eaten an entire buffet before the piece has even been chewed. Then it feels like a bucket of water is dumped down your throat, quenching your thirst within seconds.

Don't swallow it!

The taste of rotten fruit fills your mouth, and you gag.

You spit out the slightly chewed apple, coughing up a lung as you grab at your throat and fall to your hands and knees, tears sliding down your cheeks whilst the demon standing over you chuckles darkly.

"Good enough."

Your body quivers uncontrollably as you stay on your hands and knees, trying your best not to throw up.

You didn't swallow it, you're fine.

You're fine.

You repeat it over and over again in your head until you start to believe it.

When you finally open your eyes again and look to the right where the barrier used to be, you see that the fog has cleared and a few hundred feet away sits a small river of what appears to be some grayish brown sludge.

What makes your heart stop though, is the sight of people drowning in it, covered completely by the slime as they reach around blindly. Falling from above is more of the thick slime but in the form of a vile rain, the putrid smell is a million times worse than the rotten fruit from earlier.

A shaky hand covers your mouth as you stare at them while they cry and try to reach out for anyone near them. None of them are too far from each other, but the sludge is covering their faces, making them blind to what is around them.

What's even worse, is the creature walking along the edge of the river and striking at the blinded people, who scream in pain and fear.

You look away and cover your ears, pushing hard against your skull to try and block out the suffering wails of the sinners trapped in the river.

Your heart pounds so loudly you can hear it in your head, which starts to pulse achingly, the bruises and cuts on your legs become increasingly more painful to the point where you almost cry out.

Calm down, ____.

"I can't!" You cry, tears falling from your eyes as you push your palms impossibly harder into your ears, the sound of the others screaming still not becoming any quieter.

Get me out, get me out, get me out.

You're okay.

"No, no, no," You croak out, shaking all over, "Please, please, please."

Remember why you are here.

...

You cough tearfully, but finally start trying to breathe.

You can do this.

You're stronger than you give yourself credit for.

Knowing that covering your ears is futile, you bring your hands to cover your face instead. Just for a moment you sit there, then you wipe your eyes and look over to see him standing there, watching the sinners howl with a look of twisted fascination on his face.

Your bottom lip trembles and you shove your hands back over your face so you can cry. Your legs feel like they're being held down by massive weights even as you sit on the ground, your bones feel brittle; ready to crumble at any wrong movement. The skin all over you feels like it's burning, as if the cuts have suddenly become terribly infected.

I am not going to give up.

I will not.

a/n: hnnnnngnngn sorry it's a day late, this app hates me :(

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here4kpopfics · 1 year

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Promises | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f)reader

Genre: fluff

AU: established relationship

Wordcount: 2.4k

Summary: Jungkook takes you somewhere special for New Year’s Eve.

Warnings: little bit of language. Pet names (Bug is his name for her) suggestions of smuttiness. Just all around fluffy cuteness that is long overdo for these babies.

Rating: PG15

AN: I’ve missed my Love Bug couple too much and needed to give them something good to end the year on. And, seeing that they were the first thing I’ve written in over a decade, it’s only fitting we end the year with them. This is based off Twenty-Five Twenty-One, so there's little bits of spoilers for the show in there if you haven't seen it, which I recommend you do. Thank you to @playmetheclassics and @yoon-kooks for betaing/editing/being amazing. Banner and divider by the babes @classicscreations Happy 2023, everyone! Hope it’s a good one. 💜

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“Jungkook, where are we going?” Your hands fly up to grab the hands holding a scarf as a makeshift blindfold around your eyes.

“Trust me, Lovebug.” Your boyfriend giggles as he leads you up a path.

“Koo, I trust you with every part of my body and soul—”

“Aw, that’s sweet, Bug. I love you too.”

“But I’d like to know where we are because I am freezing cold, and I’m scared I’m going to trip and die before the new year starts.”

Your boyfriend laughs behind you, one hand escaping your grasp to settle on your side. As much as you don’t want to be blinded anymore, your hand quickly moves to keep the blindfold in place to not ruin the surprise .

“Bug, I’ve got you. You know I’d fight a rock if it scratched your skin.”

“You’d fight The Rock? Damn, that’s some confidence, Koo.” You both snicker like children. His hand on your waist tightens when you lose your balance from laughing.

“Shut up, smartass.”

“Language!” you gasp, smacking the hand holding the blindfold.

“That’s rich coming from you, bug.” He quips, kissing the top of your head.

“Fuck off, you blueberry,” you mumble, making him giggle as he brings you to a stop.

“Excuse me, we decided it was Kooberry.” He quips back, referring to when you first saw him after he spontaneously colored his hair without telling you. He had only sent you a vague text to pick a color. You immediately called him a Kooberry when he walked in the room, and you both laughed until your stomachs hurt.

“Not when you’re being a buttface.”

“There’s my Bug with her venomous words.” You grin at his teasing words, loving the small implication about your relationship with him instead of being annoyed.

When you first started dating, you were quiet, hesitant, afraid of physical affection, and very careful with your words. Jungkook understood all of that was for reasons you wouldn’t share until well into the relationship. A bad ex, family drama, your own self, and more. But he was there to support you as you slowly emerged from your safety bubble, allowing you to be more yourself. Allow yourself to be louder, take risks, let people you love know you love them, state your opinions, and speak freely.

Sure, your relationship isn’t perfect. Neither is he. Jungkook has his own inner demons, his own real self he had tucked away. So as you started to grow out of your shell and be more yourself, you’d see the same issue in your boyfriend, which led to arguments like the one that solidified your relationship in Yoongi’s studio.

Every argument had to end with a solution after that. Whether it was one of you admitting defeat, finding a compromise, or getting an outside party (usually your best friend Danny) to decide. And the relationship’s been mostly steady since then.

“Okay, okay. Are we there yet?” you ask with hesitant enthusiasm. “We haven’t moved, so I assume we are.”

“We are Bug. Ready?” You nod, pulling down the makeshift blindfold when he says so and backs away from you.

And it’s beautiful.

A large hill overlooking the brightly lit city covered by the night sky.

A specific city.

A specific hill.

You quickly spin around, taking in your surroundings before your eyes land on Jungkook’s nervous ones.

“You found it?”

It’s one of the special weekends when you and Jungkook have the weekend off entirely. A rare occurrence that results in a Kdrama marathon. First, you sped through The Business Proposal. After was Crash Landing Into You.

You ended the weekend with your favorite, Twenty-Five, Twenty-One. You’ve watched it so often, with and without Jungkook, that you had certain scenes memorized.

You’ve made it past episode fourteen. Heart shattered over Yu-Rim and Hee-Do’s conversation about Yu-Rim moving to Russia, Ji-Woong’s confession at the airport, and Yi-Jin betraying his friends for his career.

You’re now settling into the fifteenth episode, Jungkook curled behind you on the couch, fingers mindlessly tracing along your skin.

Yi-Jin just finished a news report and is fighting through the crowd to find Hee-Do. They escape the crowd, and he brings her to a giant hill overlooking a good portion of Seoul, and they count down to the new year. It is a moment of hope before the rest of the episode destroys you.

And as you do every time you watch this scene, you curl up as small as you can because it terrifies you how much they love one another, and how in the span of a year, something in that love dies.

That’s your biggest fear when it comes to Jungkook. You love him. He loves you. It’s a love so strong that it seems unbreakable, but somehow you feel like it could shatter at any second.

And as if it was practiced repeatedly, Jungkook’s fingers stop trailing your skin, a large tattooed arm snaking its way across your stomach to pull you closer to him. His legs tuck themselves behind yours, your back pressed perfectly against his chest, and his head resting just above yours as he whispers repeatedly in your ear how much he loves you.

You turn to face him, tucking your face into his shoulder after the two characters get drunk and return to Yi-Jin’s place. Jungkook smiles, knowing exactly what you’re doing, as he manages to grasp the remote that’s almost out of reach and turns the volume down so it can barely be audible.

“Life is precious. You know that, right? So, while we have the chance, let’s love each other with no regrets.” He quotes the lines perfectly, moving your hair out of the way to reveal a small smile forming across your lips. You both stay still, quietly listening for the scene to play out until it gets to the line you love to hear.

“Don’t pile up all that pain. Cheer up.”

You look up at him, your heart struggling to beat normally at the view of the man looking down at you right now like you’re his entire world.

“I love you in every way,” you whisper Yi-Jin’s line before Jungkook can, eyes lighting up at his big bunny grin.

“Me too, Bug. Me too.”

You snuggle in closer, both of you not caring to watch the rest of the episode because it makes you both sad.

“I wanna go to that spot someday…you think it’s in Seoul?” Your question is somewhat muted by your face being tucked into his neck, but you hear and feel him hum in response.

“It has to be.”

“We should go there one day.”

“Okay. I promise to find it and take you there, Bug.” You hum happily, wiggling closer to him, if that’s even possible, and falling asleep in his arms.

“Jungkook, where are we?” You don’t miss the grin that flashes across his face.

Like he was expecting you to ask that specific question.

“Somewhere with no people and a great view.” He says the line so calmly that you can barely bring yourself to react the way you want to. Instead, you hop around the natural overlook in excitement.

“You found it!! How did you find it? Was it hard?”

“Bug, do you know how often different Kdramas use the same filming locations?”

“Oh? What else was filmed here?”

“Couldn’t remember if I tried. It all blends together when you’re skimming through show after show to try to pinpoint it.”

“Wait, how many shows did you go through?!”

“Like ten. But hey, I found it! I promised I would, and I did.” He has such a proud goofy grin that you can’t help but jump into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck while his wrap around your waist.

“This is amazing. Thank you, Koo.” You lean in to kiss him, laughing when he starts to sway you back and forth, your feet dangling in the air.

When he sets you back down, Jungkook’s face changes from the happy and fun-loving one that you know and love to that one expression that makes your heart skip a beat. It’s the same expression he had when you first kissed. The same when you finally slept together. The same expression when he told you he loved you the first time.

That expression terrifies you.

You love it.

It’s the expression you never thought someone would look at you with.

“What?” You quietly ask, already losing yourself in his eyes.

“You have no idea how much time I spend thinking about you.”

“Okay, okay. Stop quoting the show.” You smirk, patting his shoulders playfully. But his arms tighten around your waist, bringing you closer.

“No, but really, Bug. I want to give you the world. And I get that this is still new. But I want you to know you’re it for me. The one I’d marry in a heartbeat the second you say you’re ready.”

You whisper his name softly, the feeling of the wind being knocked out of you becoming too much.

“I’m not proposing right now, y/n. Don’t worry, Bug.” He laughs softly, a hand coming up to cup your cheek that you immediately lean into.

“I’m just saying, or rather wondering, if in a year…if I bring you back here to this spot…” His free hand reaches down for your hand, thumb running over your ring finger. “If I get down on one knee with that ring I know you’ve been staring at since we started dating, that one with your favorite stone that may or may not already be in our apartment right now. If I did that…what are the chances of you saying yes and making me the luckiest man in the universe?”

It takes you a second to process his words, eyes searching his as you try to convince yourself this isn’t a joke. He’s not lying. He’s completely serious. But as you open your mouth to speak, he’s talking again, words sprinting past his lips.

“Wait. Before you say anything, I know you’re scared of the endless possibilities of the future and how we can’t predict it. But what I know is that right now, at this moment, you’re the only thing I see when I think about the future. When I think about my job and the opportunities I’m given, I think about you and how to make sure it works for both of us. When I think about family, I think about you and Bam. Every morning I wake up thinking about you and how to make you smile.” He finally takes a breath, smiling at you.

“Okay, now you can answer. Sorry.”

“Jungkook,” you laugh softly, “you are insane.”

“Guilty.”

“Sometimes, you jump straight into things without thinking. And sometimes you overthink things to the point of thinking the worst is real.”

“And which is it right now?” He asks quietly and nervously.

You watch him skeptically before giving a slight grin.

“Both,” you whisper.

“Koo, you could have asked me yesterday, and I would’ve said yes. You could ask right now, and I’d say yes. Next week? I’ll say yes. Next month? Yes. Three years from now? Hopefully, I’d still say yes.” Your grin grows wider as his eyes light up, nerves evaporating quickly.

“I meant it when I said it in Yoongi’s studio, Jungkook.”

“A great time, by the way.”

“Shut up.” You glare. Yes, you brought it up first, but every time there’s a mention of having sex in Yoongi’s studio, you want to hide under a rock forever.

“Sorry.”

“What I was saying is that you’re it for me, too.” Your hand wraps around the back of the one cupping your cheek, the other entwining with his other hand.

“Yes, I don’t like thinking about the future because it’s so unpredictable. But you have this weird ability to change how I view things. You made me unafraid to be close to someone, emotionally and physically. You make me believe there’s good in the world, that love can last and doesn’t always fail.”

You both sniffle at the same time, laughing at the unintentional synchronization.

“I love you, Jungkook. I doubt I will ever love anyone more than the way I love you. So yes, if you were to hypothetically bring me back to this hilltop next year and get down on one knee with that ring I’ve been staring at since we first started dating, actually well before we first started dating…” you take a deep breath. “Then I would say yes before you even finish your question.”

“Yeah?”

His lips meet yours before you can say the word back to him, both hands cupping your cheeks. You let out a small whimper, encouraging him to tilt his head to the side to deepen the kiss.

When you two start to lose breath, you hear a faint shouting from the city below. You pull away from him, your favorite goofy just kissed smile appearing, and turn around. He grabs the sides of his coat, wrapping you in it with his arms around your waist, keeping you close to his chest as you two join in on the countdown.

“FIVE!”

“FOUR!”

“THREE!”

“TWO!”

“I love you in every way,” he whispers quietly in your ear.

“ONE!”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

You rest your head against his shoulder, letting him lean forward to kiss you into the new year. You jump a little at the sound of the fireworks going off across the city, making you both laugh.

“Right, Bug. You hate fireworks. Let’s get you home so we can start the new year off right, yeah?” His voice is low, sending a shiver down your spine, and you instantly know what he’s implying.

“And how should we do that, hmm?” You tease, letting him sway you back and forth in his arms.

“I have a few ideas…” he gives your neck a small bite, lips following you as you try to pull away with a giggle.

“Okay, okay, okay. Let’s go, and you can elaborate on these ideas somewhere warm.”

“Like the car?”

“…Okay.” You pull away from his arms, turning towards where you assume you two came from and ignoring his shocked expression.

“Wait, what? Did you just agree to car sex?” You shrug at his question, skipping away.

“Hey. ‘New year, new me’, right?” You call back, trying to contain the laughter as he grabs your hand with too much enthusiasm, running back to the car as fast as he can.

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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 3 months

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Somewhere Between Hello and Goodbye | Ch. 3: The Lucky Day

Warning: This chapter contains mentions of an eating disorder and depression, please read with caution as topics may be triggering.

a/n: Alexa, play Daddy's Home <3 Anywho, OC's spiralling summer was inspired by Bella's montage of passing seasons in Twilight ... I'm sorry, but I need to preface that OC will be going through it this whole season, I have already cried thrice. Also, a side question, can you guys actually play the songs I post for these chapters? Meaning, does Tumblr let yall do that or am I trippin? Because I truly think they add a lot to the overall experience. If not, please let me know, then maybe I'll just turn them into a Spotify playlist.

Sleep has become my escape. A temporary withdrawal from reality in which I live to remember everything Jungkook has forgotten. Sleeping through each passing day, I know that at least in my dreams we are still together. In my dreams, I will always find my way back to you, Koo. Even if you don’t remember it, the moon knows that we were once in love. It hears my helpless cries at night and feels every atom of my being that misses you, fearing the idea of us becoming strangers once again.

It’s as if my happiness was erased with his departure. Holding my hand through each step of the way, he showed me the beauty in life and ended up being the one to take it all away when my fearing heart failed to reciprocate the painfully obvious love tethered between us. Now, my life is dull and pointless. How can I love someone else when every night I dream of you, Koo?

Swallowing pills to mute the sound of my heart beating for his barest touch, I’ve become lost in my own mind, haunted by everlasting thoughts. Although I thought I would be able to at least pretend to be happy for the sake of my family, it’s all become too much. Thus, it was only a matter of days, before my deteriorating behaviour sparked concern in my parents, fueling tension in the air we shared. It all started with fatigue, which then transformed into chronic sleep and in the end began to affect my eating habits. Feeling nauseous from the mere thought of food, I’ve grown to dissociate myself from it. I was hungry, but I couldn’t eat. And, as my hope slowly diminished, so did the number on the scale.

“Mira, you have to eat,” my mom’s voice echoes in my ear as my eyes fixate on the plate of steamed broccoli in front of me.

“I’m not hungry, I told you,” I sigh, swallowing down the lie with some water.

“Mira, honey, please talk to us. What’s wrong?” my dad asks softly, placing his hand on top of mine. Hearing the trembles in his words, my eyes swell with tears before I shake myself out of it.

“I’m fine … just feeling a bit under the weather,”

“The sun has been at its highest peak this whole time, what’s seasonal about this?” my mom tries to remain composed as she shifts her chair closer to mine.

“Talk to me, honey. What’s gotten into you? You were so excited to come back,” her hands caress my tangled hair as I nibble on the dead skin on my lip.

“Mira, you’ve been silent since you came, and now you won’t even eat. Your mom and I can’t bear to see you like this,”

“Come back home, Miraya. We can find another university here,”

“No. It’s not that. I’m fine, I swear. I just … I just need this break to end already, so I can focus on my studies again. That’ll keep my mind occupied,” I whisper softly, attempting to fake a smile as my empty gaze searches their scattering eyes. Recently, that's how most of our conversations ended. With helpless promises feeding my delusions. However, with each passing day, I come to realise that promises are nothing more than sweet lies. If it weren’t true, I wouldn’t have to find excuses for the aching feeling in my heart, but rather, melt in the overflowing passion of Jungkook’s burning love.

Excusing myself, I throw away the cold plate of food and head back to my room, one which was once filled with laughter and a carefree sense of ambition. The same walls that watched me cry out of happiness upon receiving my acceptance letter just a few months ago are the ones that now echo my pathetic cries for help. Every inch of this room has become cold and numb, and I’m afraid that there is no more warmth in me that could fix this.

Crouched in a fetal position as my body shivers under the floral duvet my mom gifted me as a welcome present, I dial Jimin’s phone number. It has been weeks since he moved back to Busan, but I have yet to receive any updates from him about Jungkook. In hindsight, maybe, it’s for the best, but if silence is the thing that'll save me then why do I still hold onto the smallest glimpse of hope for us? Even if it means walking across a minefield of rejected possibilities that would ultimately send me into a never-ending spiral, why do I still care?

“How is he?” I ask with hesitation.

“Different. He’s different.” Jimin replies softly.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he seems distant. Which is fair, I guess. But, he doesn’t quite seem to remember me,”

“At all?” my voice shakes as I choke up.

“Well no, he is still able to recover our memories from when we were kids, but recent events are very blurry,” Jimin goes on.

I, was recent to Jungkook. We, were recent to him. Four months, that's how long I've known Koo, but I’ve been missing him for the last seven. Each day I daydream, reminiscing our memories, feeling the void in my heart knowing that I’ve been without him longer than I’ve been with him. Maybe, Mrs. Jeon was right. I would be lying if I said that a little part of me didn’t think that the reason for her ultimatum was purely based on a simple dislike of me. You know? Like, she didn’t see me as a good match for her son? Because, even then, her disapproval of my character would have been an easier pill to swallow than knowing that now, in Koo’s empty eyes, I’m no longer his Peaches, but a stranger. God, it hurts to even say it out loud let alone accept it. I can’t accept it, but I have to now, don’t I?

“Please take care of him for me Jiminah,” I manage to let out, wiping the tears rolling down my face.

“I will Mira, don’t worry. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“See you,” I end the call, throwing my phone across the bed, my puffy eyes irritated by the brightness.

That night was especially hard. Although my body was desperately wanting to succumb to the exhaustion, my mind wouldn't shut up. It kept replaying our memories, reminding me of the things I should have said. The words Koo never heard, but deserved to.

Hugging my mom, her trembling hands tighten their hold on my sweater as I take in the smell of her perfume for the last time. I missed her a lot, and the guilt of putting my parents through that torture has been eating me alive this whole summer. All they wanted was to see their daughter smile and I failed to fulfill even the simplest of their wishes. If only they knew how much I wanted to smile again.

“Mira, I’m telling you again, we can find another university here,” my mom says with teary eyes.

“Just say yes, and we’ll deal with all the transfer stuff, honey,” my dad joins, caressing my palms, as I let out a soft chuckle before shaking my head no.

“That’s not fair. You guys didn’t raise a quitter,” I manage to let out, feeling my throat tighten from the build-up of emotions.

“You’re right, we didn’t. But, even the strongest soldier needs a shoulder to cry on. Remember that we are and always will be by your side, Miraya,”

“Call us as soon as you land, love,”

Passing through the airport security, I wave to my family my last goodbyes before heading to my gate. Am I excited to come back to Seoul? I don’t really have a choice, do I? That God-awful Nursing degree won’t finish itself, so yeah, I kind of have to go back. But, I know that school isn’t the only thing pulling me back. I know I can’t, but I still wish to see Jungkook, even from afar, it doesn’t matter. All I want now is to know that he is doing well.

I’m not sure how, but as soon as my head rested against the seat my body shut down, falling into a much-needed sleep. I probably would have slept through the whole 12-hour flight if it weren’t for the bright beams of sunlight penetrating through my heavy eyelids. Taking a glimpse out the airplane window, I no longer saw snowy mountains but rather blossoming fields of greenery scattered within the busy cities of Korea. And, as the captain went through his ending speech, a flood of international students lined up near the exit, eager to get back into their previously established routine. It’s funny because I was sitting next to one of my cohort members from last semester, but we were both too tired to even realise.

Nonetheless, putting my passport and ticket back into my carry on, I rolled my luggage down the escalator before a familiar voice called out my name. Searching the crowd of strangers filled with overwhelmed emotions, my eyes stop at a particular boxy smile.

“Long time no see, Flip-flops!” Tae shouted across the hall, before waving me down to where he was standing with Jiah and Jimin who were just as excited about my arrival. Feeling my eyes swell with tears, I couldn’t help but laugh at his cute, little dance as he pulled me into a warm hug.

“Tae, I’m certain you just don’t know my actual name,” I say with a grin, looking up at his sparkling eyes.

“Of course, I do MJ,” he grins, rubbing the top of my head. Ha ha ha, isn’t he just a comedian? For context, my government name is Mira Jean … hence, the birth of MJ.

“That’s enough, let us hug her too,” Jiah chuckles, opening her arms as my body virtually melts into her embrace. With tears rolling down our faces, her grip tightens around my form as she lets out a sudden gasp.

“Mira! My goodness, why are you so small?” she asks with a concerned tone, her wide eyes scanning my body. Although, I always managed to maintain my normal weight, I guess, not eating properly for 3 months left its mark on the way I looked. As the numbers on the scale decreased, I became more and more fixated on the protrusion of my bones. I hated the feeling, but, I also couldn’t stop. Because I couldn’t get myself to eat, I relied on baggy clothes to create an illusion that would satisfy people’s perception of me. Unfortunately, I failed to fool Jiah as she saw right through the act.

“I just stopped eating so much junk food, I’m fine. Trust me, this is a good thing Jiah, now I can finally fit into my favourite pair of jeans,” I try to laugh the pain away, caressing her hands as her furrowed eyebrows slowly release their tension. She isn’t convinced but also, doesn’t want to create a scene in public. I know that follow-up questions will be brought up along the way, but for now, my attention is focused on looking for someone who I know isn’t there. It’s silly, but before spotting Tae, a little part of me hoped to see Jungkook. To witness his sparkling doe eyes and bunny teeth, once again, like the good old times.

“Okay, it’s settled, we are all going to my favourite Korean BBQ place,” Jimin exclaims, giving me a quick wink before grabbing both of the luggage out of my hands, and handing one to Tae. And, as Jiah intertwines her hands with mine, we exchange soft smiles exiting the airport as my skin finally feels the fresh, humid air of Seoul. Stopping mid-walk, I let out a deep sigh of relief. I hated every second of my summer, it was nothing short of pure torture but, at least, it too passed.

“You’re good?” Tae whispers, softened gaze focused on my flushed cheeks.

“Yeah,” I say softly, taking another deep breath as his arm caresses my shoulder.

“He’s fine, Mira,” his words pierce through my ears as I unconsciously shoot him an alarming look.

“You’ve heard from him?” I rush my words, anticipating his answer as my chest heaves up.

“No, but I can feel your pain,” his tone is quieter now, eyes still searching mine.

“I’m fine, Tae,” I mumble under my breath, lowering my head in fear of breaking down in front of them.

“Just know that I’m always here for you, okay?” he says, pressing a soft kiss on my head before wrapping his arm around my shoulders. If only he could hear the way I’m screaming inside. The way I’m calling out for help. For someone to find hope in my hopeless state of mind. If only he knew how much I miss Jungkook.

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Following the tradition, I will be hosting my annual house party before school beats all of our asses,” Jimin chuckles, caressing Jiah’s hand as their eyes focus on each other. Forcing down some dumpling soup into my system, I feel nauseous, but can’t risk growing Jiah's suspicion more, so I attempt to eat as little as possible without her noticing.

“So, Mira, please come. Jungkook will be there as well,” Jimin continues with a soft smile which slowly fades upon noticing my gaze drop. Letting go of my spoon, my fingernails dig into my cold palms, as I’m back at square one. How am I supposed to face him when I can’t even handle the mere mention of his name? It’s not fair. None of them know about Mrs. Jeon’s ultimatum, and I fear that I can’t just simply tell them. So, I gulp down the pain and manage to put on another act, one that I seem to have mastered over the summer.

“Mira, you’re okay?” Jiah asks, gently rubbing my forearm.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m a bit jet-lagged. Sure, of course, I’ll come,” I reply with a reassuring smile, before looking at Tae. I recognize the sadness in his eyes because I see it in my own every passing minute. But, I can’t let him in. I can’t betray Mrs. Jeon’s trust, again. Even if it means that I have to betray my own heart.

We’ve been walking around the mall for probably 3 hours now and Jiah has yet to find something with that wow factor, meanwhile, I have already found 4 of the nearest exits. The party is set for tonight, and although I have already agreed to come, I can’t get myself to actually face the consequences. I can’t go, what was I thinking. What? Did I think everything was going to be fine once Jungkook saw me? Mira, he doesn’t remember you.

“Jiah, you know, I really don’t think I should go tonight?” I say, slowly walking in circles as she eyes another mini dress.

“What? Why?” she stutters, going through racks of possible options.

“I’m just not feeling well,” I lie, fiddling with my fingers to calm down the nerves.

“Mira, is something wrong?” Jiah stops what she’s doing before walking closer to my anxious self.

“I’m fine, really,” I lie again.

“You don’t look fine. You barely eat, barely sleep, barely talk to me,” she exclaims with a tone firmer than before.

“Then stop looking. Please, can everyone just leave me alone? I’m just tired, okay?” I burst, feeling everyone’s eyes on my distressed self.

“Okay, I’m sorry. What do you need?” she says gently, reaching out her hands.

“I just need space,” I whisper, crossing my arms in front of my burning chest.

“Fine, I’ll give you some space. Please call me when you’re ready,” Jiah’s words cut deep as she walked out of the store, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The ones I’ve been trying to run away from this whole time. I can’t even get mad at her. She is only trying to help, but how can she when I keep shutting everyone out? It’s all my fault, I know. I just hope that this isn’t how it ends. I hope I don’t push everyone away, and someone sees right through the mask I put on. Because I’m so lost. I don’t know what to do or who to talk to.

Locking the door behind me I plop onto my bed before finally resting my heavy eyes. And, within minutes, I’m passed out again. I think, I've grown to become eternally tired, no matter how much I sleep, there is just no end to this fatigue. Moving restlessly, I pull the white cover over my shivering body before hearing my phone ring.

“Ugh, what is it now?” I grunt, squinting from the screen brightness as a small gasp escapes my parted lips. It was 8 pm already. How is that possible? I swear, I just laid my head. But, no, apparently I’ve been asleep for the last 5 hours.

“Hello?” I manage to let out.

“Flip-flops? Where are you?” Tae screams through the loud music in the background.

“Tae, I’m home. What happened?”

“Mira hurry, Jiah is drunk. You need to come pick her up,” he exclaims with panic in his voice.

“What? Where’s Jimin? Can he not drive her?” I stutter, lifting myself off of the bed before putting my hoodie back on.

“You want him to drive under the influence? Of course, he is drunk too,”

“Well, why can’t you drive them?” I whine, almost pleading.

“Who said I wasn’t drunk either?” he chuckles, sending me a flying kiss through the phone.

“Fine, I’ll be there in a bit. Keep an eye on Jiah,” I sigh before grabbing my keys and ID.

Thankfully, Jimin’s place wasn’t that far from our dormitory so, the ride there was only 10-ish minutes. Nonetheless, I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. And, as the driver finally pulled up to the apartment complex I practically ran inside. Following the sound of loud music, I made my way through the crowd of people who clearly had a little too much fun, as the alcohol in their system could be detected from the next block.

“Flip-flops!” Tae exclaimed with a big grin. Stopping in my tracks, my eyes diverted to Jiah, who was standing beside him with absolutely no sign of a hangover. In fact, she looked better than ever in her new mini-dress.

“What? You lied?” I snap, eyebrows furrowing more and more with each step I take towards them.

“How else was I supposed to get you to come?” Tae chuckles, trying to rub my head before I push his hand away.

“Get off me,” my tone is harsh as I lower my piercing gaze, shaking my head in disbelief.

“Oh! Mira, there you are,” I could hear Jimin’s voice getting closer before turning my flushed face. And with that, it felt like time stopped altogether. There was nothing and no one in the room except for him and I. Koo and I. Feeling my gaze soften, I choke up from the rush of emotions in my throat.

“Hi, I’m Jungkook. It’s nice to meet you,” he says with a warm smile, reaching out his hand as if meeting me for the first time. Before replying, I take a moment to analyze his face. The one I dreamed about every night and the one that caused me so much pain. He looks the same, except, his eyes no longer sparkle like they used to. I guess, we got that in common.

“Hi …I’m Mira,” I let out a soft smile, before reaching out my own hand.

“Yah, Kook, you already know her, you guys were best friends,” Jimin chuckles, patting Jungkook’s back.

“Oh, I’m sorry, please forgive me. I'm still trying to piece everything back together,” Koo says, covering his mouth before shutting his eyes from embarrassment.

Feeling my throat tighten, I quickly excuse myself, before rushing out of the packed room towards the nearest fire escape. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but why does it feel like I’m going to pass out? It’s as if all the air was knocked out of my lungs. Feeling lightheaded I hold onto the railing and close my eyes for a moment. I can’t believe it. Koo, I saw you but you didn’t see me. You saw a stranger. And, suddenly, there I was, alone again, realizing that everything I feared had come true.

Regaining my composure, I decide to walk back to the party before my eyes are met with his.

“Not a party animal, huh?” Jungkook grins, stopping in his tracks as his arm leans against the wall.

“It’s my day off,” I let out a small chuckle, unable to keep his eye contact.

“So … we were best friends?” he asks softly, hands fidgeting with the chains on his belt.

“Yeah …” I nod slightly, nibbling on my lips.

“It’s funny because I don’t remember anything from last year. I could barely recognize my own dad for a while. Jimin helped me a lot, he basically recalled sparknotes of my past for me,” he laughs. Oh, how I missed his laugh.

“You really don’t remember anything?” I finally look up, searching his scattering eyes.

“No, not one bit,” his muffled words are interrupted by the growling sound coming from my stomach, as I let out an awkward smile.

“Oh, are you hungry?” he grins, bunny teeth on full display, as my gaze softens again.

“No, no, no, I’m fine. I think I’m gonna head home now,” I shake my hands, zipping my hoodie before attempting to walk past him.

“No, it’s fine, I’ll drive. I’m starving as well,” Jungkook assures, gently pulling onto the fabric as my heart sinks to my feet.

I knew I shouldn’t, but I agreed. I couldn’t say no to Koo. Not, after all the sleepless nights I’ve spent missing his mere presence. And, as we entered the nearest restaurant, everything felt real. He felt real. Even if he couldn’t feel it, my heart was beating for the both of us. For our first hellos, last goodbyes and everything in between. Just for tonight, I wanted to pretend like nothing happened.

“Oh, look, Mira, they have a special deal on shrimp dumplings, do you like them?” his voice, brings me back to reality as I mute the thoughts running through my head.

“Yeah, my mom made them for me all the time when I was little,” I smile.

“Then, I guess it’s your lucky day,” he chuckles with a satisfied grin, before calling one of the waiters.

“I guess, it is,” I say softly, feeling my throat tighten as I struggle to swallow the lie. Searching his naive eyes my own swell with tears while my body shifts restlessly in the seat. Desperately wanting to cave into the emotions, my mind is haunted by the thoughts of Mrs. Jeon’s letter. And, as I close my eyes for a moment, all I can see are the painful reminders of our enforced distance. Don’t call … Don’t write … Don’t interact. Yet, here we are, here you are, Koo. Live in the flesh, separated by a table and the forgotten story of our past. So close, yet so far that it physically hurts. To him, I’m just another piece of the puzzle that would fill the void in his memories. But, to me, he is the only piece that could make me whole again.

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