#jungkook established relationship
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So I saw you were taking requests, how about writing on this idea that Jungkook is dating someone (they have been dating for a long time) who would always smile and say it's okay whenever Jk misses out on important things of y/n's life, and the boys would constantly hint that jk should give y/n more time. Jk gets super sad once she realises that he might be not making y/n happy anymore. A fluffy ending please. 💓 I hope this isn't too much ...
Mind & Music
Pairing: Composer Jungkook x Academic Female Reader
Genre: Established relationship, Absolutely Filthy Smut, Fluff, Angsty
Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it up babes), mentions impregnation
Word count: 10k+
My first fic in ages! Feels good to be writing again~ This in not proofread because I was to excited to be uploading again hahah.
This request has been in my inbox for ages, thank you for being patient anon. Love ya
Let me know how you guys like it
- Ryeon <3
He isn’t here. You half expected him not to be.
Still, you found yourself gazing into the audience half expecting to see that specific mop of black hair. Again, disappointment pulls at your heart as you still don’t find it.
You hear your name being called and it snapped you out of your disheartening thoughts. You stood up and walked over to the podium and began your speech.
“Thank you all for coming out today. It’s a privilege to be presented with this award. I am honoured to be standing here in front of you as the youngest recipient of the universities achievement of the decade award. Though I would not have been able to do this without the support and guidance of- “
You pause for a moment as you saw familiar smiling faces staring back at you in the crowd. Yoongi and Tae beamed at you from the back of the auditorium. Even from so far away, you could still feel the smiles radiating from their faces. You mirrored their expressions and met their proud grins with one of your own as you continued your speech. Having them here almost made all of your butterflies flutter away. Almost. Cause only the presence of one person could have caused them to disappear completely.
After the ceremony was over, you rushed out to find your friends. You spotted them stood by the food table munching on some snacks. Your eyes locked with Tae’s first as you ran towards both men and rugby tackled them both into a giant bear hug.
“Y/N-ah! Please, be careful! You could have knocked over my cucumber sandwich” You rolled your eyes at Taehyung ‘smocking tone.
“Cucumber? That’s a little bland for you Kim Taehyung”
“First of all, don’t use my government name in public and second of all, it’s the best option this place has to offer. I mean, I get it, it’s Yonsei’s international focused program so it’s going to cater to foreigners but babe, you are in Korea! Where are the spices? Where is the flavour? Where is the taste?” He ranted while wiggling the pale looking sandwich in his hand. You giggled but you couldn’t deny he was wrong.
“Hey! As a foreigner, I do not claim this cuisine” You retorted.
“If you say so” Tae rolled his eyes.
You shook your head at him then turned your attention to the quiet figure next to you.
Yoongi smiled and held his hand towards you.
“The youngest recipient of the achievement of the decade award, huh? Very impressive”
Coming from anyone else, that sentence would have come out as painfully sarcastic but you knew coming from yoongi, it was the highest compliment he could have bestowed on a human being. You completely ignored his attempt at a hand shake and pulled him into a tight hug instead that he gladly accepted.
Yoongi was the first friend you had made in Korea. You had met on a language exchange app. He was the only guy you had spoken to that hadn’t asked to go ‘eat ramen’ with you, go ‘see his cat’ or ask you to join a cult. But still you carried pepper spray in your bag when you agreed to meet him at the coffee shop because stranger danger is still a thing. It turns out you didn’t need it cause Yoongi was the sweetest guy you had ever met. Blunt as hell but lovely still. You recalled fondly that upon your first meeting that he had told you that your Korean pronunciation was like an elementary school kid. Did it sting? Absolutely. Was it the last time he would say something like that? Absolutely not. But he made sure you improved and got better. He decided midway through your friendship that learning English was ‘too troublesome’ for him. He had made up his mind that listening to you speak English occasionally was the best way to learn…Sure yoongs.
It was actually Yoongi that introduced you to your boyfriend. Speaking of
“So where is he?”
Yoongi’s smile dropped slightly as he absorbed your change in mood.
“He’s in the studio with Joon. They’re still working on finalising the soundtrack.”
You forced a smile on your face, sensing the awkwardness in his voice.
“Ah, its okay! He’s working, I’m happy he at least has a good excuse! If he was at home playing overwatch or something, I would have been super mad” you said hoping your joking tone would mask your disappointment.
Taehyung chuckled but you know Yoongi could read you like a book. He knew how you really felt.
“Let’s go! The rest of the guys said they’d be at the bar, right? I want to show them how cute I look in all my graduation gear. Seokjin is going to die of jealousy cause there is no way in hell he looked this good on his graduation”
“He’s gonna murder you for even insinuating that” Tae gasped in feigned shock.
“I’d like to see him try” you sang as you skipped in the middle of the two men. You hooked both of your arms in theirs and pulled them towards the exit.
“There she is!”
This was the first thing you heard before you were met with a flurry of applause and cheers as you stepped into the bar.
You saw the gang sat at your regular booths now decorated with pink and white balloons and confetti. The table adorned with gifts and ‘congratulations banners’. Jimin, Seokjin, Hobi and Jennie stood there holding bottles of champaign. You felt your eyes start to well up, completely touched by the kind gesture.
“Aww you guys” you spoke, voice wavering.
“Ha! Pay up Seokjin, I told you Y/N would start crying before she even sat down! Thanks Y/N, you just won me 50000 won” Jennie exclaimed.
“No! Technically, she hasn’t cried! No tears have fallen from her eyes. C’mon Y/N keep it together” Jin begged.
“Sorry Jin, I gotta get my girl her money” You replied, blinking hard so the tears would run down your cheeks.
The group erupted in laughter as Soekjin took out his wallet.
“That’s enough you two. Tonight, is about Y/N. Congratulations sweetheart.” Jimin said as he pulled you into a hug. You accepted his embrace but you found yourself looking over his shoulder to see if your boyfriend was amongst the crowd. He wasn’t.
“Yeah, it’s about me! And my goal is to be as drunk as possible by the end of the night!” you proclaimed earning you more cheers from the group. Hopefully if you’re drunk, this feeling of disappointment will eventually go away.
And it does. After 4 shots of soju, 2 vodka lemonades and a weird cocktail concoction Jimin force fed you, you were feeling better than ever. You were on the dance floor with Jennie having the time of your life. That was until you felt arms wrap around your waist.
Oh hell no.
You spun yourself around ready to fight whoever in the hell thought they could touch you unprovoked. Before you could administer your first blow, you were met with a pair of beautifully familiar brown eyes.
There he was. Jeon Jungkook.
Your fighting stance shifted as you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck to envelop him in a warm hold. You inhaled his scent as he began to lovingly plant soft kisses in the crook of your neck. You felt a familiar fire start to burn at the pit of your stomach. His innocent gesture in your drunken state was igniting a reaction in you that you were eager to explore.
“I’m sorry baby” he whispered in your ear.
And just like that, the feeling was gone. At those three words your vagina dried up quicker than the Sahara Desert. Cause as quickly as you had forgotten, you were reminded once again that he had let you down again. But could you be mad? He was working. This had been his dream since he was a little kid and they were so close to finalising this project, they just needed to finish to complete some final composition. Could you be mad at him? You decide once again, that you couldn’t. Once again, you put his needs before yours. You pulled away from his shoulder and met his face. You plastered a fake smile on and put on another show.
“Baby, don’t be silly! Don’t worry about it, you’re here now, that’s all that matters.”
“Thank you, baby. I’ll make it up to you”
“I know you will”
And he did.
The next day, Jungkook took you out to a beautiful dinner to celebrate your achievement. You loved him and you appreciated the gesture, you always did. But you couldn’t help still feeling hurt.
You supported Jungkook, you always had and you always would.
It’s funny to think about how devoted you were to him considering how rocky your fist interaction was.
Jungkook was Yoongi’s roommate. You and yoongi had been friends now for about four months before he finally decided to invite you over to his apartment. You had to say, this made you very nervous because Yoongi had always been such a private guy. You knew enough about him to say that you were friends but he always kept himself to himself. This was a part of him that was refreshing to you, really. He was excellent at establishing boundaries. You’ve never had a friend like that before. He was very mature but also very kind and very sweet. So, when he invited you over to game night with his friends you were ecstatic. It’s finally felt like he let you in and that you became real friends.
And as excited as you were, you were equally nervous. Yoongi had told you bits and pieces about his friends but he assured you they were all really nice.
You were still on edge but you assured yourself that you were a pleasant person! You had come out of your shell so much in the last couple of months. Your introverted personality had been spun on its head and you were now someone completely different. The constant support from Yoongi and your advancements in your career had made you feel absolutely unstoppable.
And isn’t it amazing? How months of character development can be wiped away in 2 seconds.
As soon as you walked into Yoongi’s apartment, you wished you could walk right back out because the second your eyes met with Jeon Jungkook it was very apparent, he did not like you. Like, at all.
The boy, who had previously been laughing and talking to his friend, made eye contact with you and completely shut down. The smile fell from his face and his body suddenly became stiff and rigid. He looked at you for a millisecond before tearing away eye contact completely.
You tried to ignore him. You really did because the rest of Yoongi’s friends were so cool. They made you feel welcome and you felt almost at ease. But still, your consciousness couldn’t help but wonder over to the pale, inked up boy stood in the kitchen dressed in an oversized t-shirt and ripped black denim.
As much as you tried to ignore it, his coldness didn’t alleviate through the night as you’d hoped. In fact, not only did it not get better; it got worse as the night went on. As everyone kept drinking more and more you felt yourself become a little bolder. What was this guys problem? You haven’t done anything to him, he had no reason to be this hostile to you.
You raised this with Namjoon, another one of Yoongi’s roommates, who assured you that Jungkook was always a little weary of strangers. He was a shy person that had great difficulty adjusting to new people. His advice was to give him time to warm up to you and when you felt ready, try and start a casual conversation.
But it wasn’t as if you hadn’t tried that. You’d made several attempts through the night to try and speak to him to at least extend the olive branch but each time he refused running away from you as if you had some kind of disease. You were sick of it.
You saw him alone on the balcony a few hours later and realised that this was your chance. You marched up to the doors and slipped out to give this guy a piece of your mind. Hearing the noise behind him Jungkook turned his head to be met with you. Again, panic started to run through his body as he tried to make an escape around you but you would not let him.
“What is your problem?! What did I do to you why are you so weird towards me? I know Yoongi and Namjoon said that you are very selective with your friends and that’s cool but I don’t know what I did to make you dislike me so much. Fucking hell, we just met today! What could I possibly have done that hurt your feelings so much?!” You yelled at him. Your words slightly slurred. Liquid courage was really on your side tonight cause there was no way in hell sober Y/N could yell at him like this. Especially hear on the balcony, his beautiful face illuminated by the moonlight. And the way the evening breeze ruffled through his dark locks made him look like an actual prince.
“Woah, where did you get the impression that I didn’t like you?”
Huh?!
His almost idiotic question quickly snapped you out of your thoughts. Was he being serious right now? Or is he just making fun of you?
“Are you kidding me? You haven’t looked at me the entire night, you haven’t introduced yourself and every time I come over to you to try and get some kind of conversation going you run off. Now tell me why are you doing all of that and not speaking to me like a normal human being !?”
“Because I think you’re pretty! And I’m intimidated by you!”
Eh?
You remained silent for what felt like forever. Did he really just say that or did you just imagine it? No, there is no way he woul-
“Jesus Christ, say something! Anything!” He huffed. Now putting the half empty beer bottle to his lips to stop his mouth from humiliating him even further.
Well, Jungkook thought, if he’s going to humiliate himself may as well fully go for it.
“You think Yoongi hasn’t told us about you? He’s told us how incredible you are. About how you’re a transfer student at the most prestigious college in Korea. About how you’re on track to be the recipient for the ‘biggest brain ever in the whole century award’ or whatever its called. He made you sound so cool; I was banking on you at least being a little bit of an asshole but again, Yoongi’s stories proved us wrong. He told us about how you willing let a random little girl sit next to you for 2 hours at a café because she wanted to practice speaking to you to improve her English. And if im being honest, the more I heard the more I wanted to meet you but when you came in today, looking as fucking beautiful as you do. Which Yoongi coincidentally forgot to mention which is funny cause he mentioned every- fucking -thing else. When you came in…”
He paused and let out a sigh. Breathing for what seemed like the first time since beginning his outburst.
“…When you came in, I realised how far away from me you were. And I dint have any business even speaking to you. We wouldn’t have anything in common and it would make me realise how inadequate I actually am”.
There was a pause again. Slowly, you began to let out a small giggle. Your small giggle quickly erupted into a full-bodied belly laugh. Your stomach began to hurt and your eyes began to water. You had to lean on the balcony door for support as you surely felt you would pass out.
During your breakdown, Jungkook could only stare at you his head tilted to the side like a confused bunny. His eyes fell to the floor as your laughter pierced him like a knife and was the cherry on top of his mortification.
“And you think Yoongi hasn’t told me about you, Jeon Jungkook?” You asked as your laughter subsided.
“Jeon Jungkook, the musical prodigy. The Jeon Jungkook that could play the piano before he could even walk. The Jeon Jungkook that everyone refers to as the Golden Maknae because you’re so good at everything. Your friends are very vocal about not just your talents in your field but also socially. Apparently, you’re the reason you guys even exist as a friend group. You were the one to make friends with each of them and bring them all together. Do you know how impressive that is?! But I’m intimidating cause I’m a little smart and I’m not mean to children? You are something else Jeon Jungkook.”
Jungkook paused again. A chuckle escaped his mouth as his laughter then began to mimic yours. You joined him again as both of you stood on the balcony laughing with or at each other. You must have looked like maniacs but at the time both of you were too buzzed to care.
Either way, this broke the ice between both of you as you were both able to bypass each other’s extensive achievements and finally got to know each other as people.
You’ll never forget that night. You and Jungkook sat on that balcony from 10pm to 7am, long after the others had left or gone to bed. Just talking about anything and everything until you both reached a comfortable silence.
And as the sun was rising, welcoming a brand-new morning you nudged Jungkook’s hand. His head lazily turned towards yours and he met you with a dimpled smile.
“For what it’s worth” You smiled back.
“I think you’re pretty and I’m intimidated by you too”
That was 5 years ago and you and balcony boy have been inseparable ever since. You had now been there for every single important moment in each other’s life. Well…Almost.
3 years ago, Jungkook and Namjoon got the opportunity to produce a music score for a short film. Despite the films small budget, it managed to exceed all expectations and ended up getting nominated for a golden globe! You were ecstatic and so fucking proud of him. You felt like his talents and hard work were finally getting realised.
Little did you know it would be a bittersweet moment for yours and Jungkook’s relationship. Naturally as more eyes were on the film, more ears were listening to the soundtrack. This had your boyfriend pulled off to here there and everywhere in front of directors and movie studios all interested in investing in the musical duo. And finally they had been hired to compose an entire score to a new movie for a huge studio! This movie in particular, Jungkook had begged and pleaded for. He said the scrip and film premise really spoke to him and were perfect and he needed to compose this movie. This was such a huge deal for them and again you were over the moon. But there were downsides. During the first year after their debut you saw Jungkook 10 times that whole year. You spoke almost every day but almost every conversation ended in an argument. It was either and argument about you feeling neglected or him not feeling supported and it sucked. It really took a toll on both of you.
The second year was much better. This time for a bit more of a selfish reason. The film studio had its own recording studio in Seoul only a 20-minute walk from yours and Jungkook’s apartment! He was finally able to be home more and you could actually spend time together. And so you did.
Honestly, the first 6 months Jungkook was back home all you guys did was fuck. It was constant and almost none stop. You fucked in every room of the house at all hours of the day. You couldn’t keep your hands off each other.
There was a day you both decided to take a break from having sex and just play some video games together. It took you both all of 5 minutes before sonic was long forgotten about and you were bent over the sofa.
It was very romantic really. But even that joy was short lived.
Jungkook prioritised his art. That was one thing you’d always respected and admired about him. Even the way he talked about music that wasn’t his, he painted the emotions of the music into words to explain to you the way a piece made him feel. He could describe to you in detail the way the crescendos bend in the moments before it’s about to fall. About how the vibrations of the violins is the most romantic sound ever to grace the human consciousness. He was an artist through and through. His music was him and he was his music. They were one and could not be separated. But that raised a question for you:
Where did you fit in?
This is what made the dinner you were on now very melancholic. It was to make up for him missing your award acceptance.
He was sorry. You knew he was but you couldn’t ignore that this was your forth make up dinner this year: First was your birthday, second was your anniversary, third was dinner with your parents (that they had specifically flown out to Korea for) and the forth was the award. The award he knew you were on track to get before he’d even met you. The award you’d poured your heart into getting and the one you’d sacrificed so much for. But he was sorry, right? Plus, he had promised to make it up to you. Next week your professor had invited you to the university to give a special lecture to other projected recipients of the award you’d just achieved. It was a high honour as these students were the best and the brightest students from countries all over the world and of all the recipients to give the lecture, they had requested you! There have been recipients before you that had gone on to win Nobel Peace Prizes but they had specifically requested you. And Jungkook was so proud of you.
“Are you okay, little mouse? You seem a little quiet tonight”. Jungkook asked, genuine concern apparent on his face.
“I’m just thinking bunny boy.”
“About me?” He winked at you, almost cartoonishly.
“Bunny boy, how can you cross my mind if you never leave it” you winked back at him with the same playfully cartoonish obnoxiousness.
“Ooh that’s going on my list”
For the past 5 years of your relationship Jungkook has been keeping a list of things you say to him that makes him smile. This list has always confused you cause it would always be the silliest stuff. Once, when he was sleeping, you went and snooped through his notes app just to see this list and you couldn’t believe it. You were expecting the most romantic phrases or compliments that fluffed his ego but instead, the top three (out of four thousand!) were:
“I’d fight a microwave for you”
“You smell like home”
“I think you’re pretty and I’m intimidated by you too”
You woke him up immediately to ask about it. But his only defence was they were phrases you said that make him smile. You’re understanding of his list was ‘irrelevant’ to him.
God, you loved him.
“You’re so silly. But seriously Kookie; don’t worry, I’m good. Plus, you’re the one who’s been talking my ear off all night. I’m surprised you’ve even noticed me being quite” You quipped playfully, taking a sip of your wine.
“Ooh, someone’s feisty tonight. I forgot what red wine does to you” He quipped back; eyebrows now raised highlighting the metal bar that accented it.
God, he was cool.
“How could you forget? The first time we met I was wine drunk”
“Ah yes, how could I forget. You get very mouthy off of red wine. Don’t worry, I know how I can put that mouth to good use”
“Jeon Jungkook!” You yelled at him in a whisper. Eyes darting around to see if anyone had heard your boyfriends lewd comment. Luck for you the other couples around you’re were too infatuated with their partners to even notice you guys.
“Well, while were in pubic, put that mouth to better use and tell me about your day” he said, now leaning back in his chair.
“Well, my day was pretty calm actually. It makes a change. I was walking Ban and bumped into Holly and Yoongi. We were talking about next week and he asked if he could bring a plus one. Wink, wink”
“A plus one! Is Yoongi dating?! In the 12 years I’ve known the guy he has never shown romantic interest in anyone. I can’t even imagine his type. Did he give you any information”?!
“Nah, you know how he is. Yoongi will only let you know what he wants you to know”
“True. What’s going on next week?”
You paused for a second and started chuckling. He was kidding. He had to be.
The smile then fell from your face when he didn’t share in your laughter.
“Oh my god you’re serious? You forgot about my lecture”?!
He gasped and began coughing as the bite of steak he had just put into his mouth had just gone down the wrong pipe.
“Of course not baby, how could I forget something so important to you” he continued to splutter.
You stared back at him. The good mood you had felt a moment ago had completely evaporated. You waited for him to gain his composure so he could explain himself cause boy he had some explaining to do.
“Just for giggles and fun and jokes, what date is your lecture again?”
“The fifteenth” you said, shortly.
His face fell and his eyes stayed stuck on his plate.
“Baby…Please don’t hate me. That’s the night we have the final run through of the soundtrack with the director. I can’t miss that…I’m so s- “
“You’re so sorry. Im sure you are.” You stood up.
You grabbed your purse and you stormed out away from him. You could hear him calling your name but the burn of your throat as you fought back the tears overpowered his calls.
How could he? No, how could you? How could you ever expect anything different. You will always be second to his first love and that was a pain you had to learn to live with.
The moment you left the restaurant and the cold air of the night hit your face you decided to just let the tears fall. You sobbed as you walked further and further away from him.
You heard the rhythmic pounding of laced up docks hitting the pavement behind you.
“Y/N please I’m sorry. Just let me explain…”
“No! There is nothing you could say that would fix this! I have always been there for you! I have supported you from the very beginning! Every piece of music you have ever played for me I have cherished as if it were my own and you used to support me too! At my first presentation you were there. Cheering at the top of your lungs in a silent room. You used to be my number one cheerleader but now when all I ask of you, is to just show up? You can’t do it. And every chance I give you to fix it. You let me down. Jungkook, I need some time away from you. I’m going to be staying with Yoongi for a few days”.
You said nothing more. You spun around and walked the 2 minutes to Yoongi’s apartment. And true to your word you stayed with them till the day before your lecture.
Despite being a creative Jungkook worked like clockwork. Every single day at the same 3 times a day Jungkook would try to call you. The call was always followed by an ‘I love you’ text but today was different. After the second call of the day the text that followed said:
“I know this is such a fucking reach and such a huge ask but would you mind swinging around our apartment today at around 3? Director Anderson would like to speak to you. I know you probably still need your space so I’ll be in the apartment but I’ll be in the bedroom. I’ll come out only when you’ve left, I promise. Please come”
He really had some fucking nerve. That ‘please come’ at the end of his text almost sent your blood boiling.
“You should talk to him,” said a familiar voice.
Your turned your whole body around on the sofa so Yoongi could see your eyes roll at his suggestion.
“Yoongs, I feel like it shouldn’t be me your having this conversation with. You should try telling him not to break commitments to people”
“Oh I have! That’s why I’m telling you, you need to speak to him. I know it’s none of my business but I think you guys just need to talk it out. And even if you don’t have anything to say, at least hear the boy out” he finalised before turning on his heels and heading back into his room.
That wasn’t the speech you were expecting but it did calm you down enough to re-read Jungkook’s text. Your boiling rage had now been replaced with intrigue and curiosity. The meeting was requested by the director of the film? This was very unusual. You had heard about the director in passing but you had never spoken directly before. But you had decided that you were going to go. You we determined to look the man who practically stole your boyfriend for years in the face and lecture him about respecting his colleagues work/life balance! Plus it will be good practice for your lecture tomorrow. Two birds, one stone.
It would be an absolute lie to say that you weren’t missing Jungkook. You knew the apartment would smell like him and you hoped you may be able to swipe one of his t-shirts to sleep in before you leave.
You ubered over to your apartment and stood before the oak front door feeling oddly nervous. To took a shaky breath and inserted the passcode: 5318008 (you and Jungkook were children at heart cause you both laughed for hours after agreeing upon the code).
Upon hearing the beeping of the lock to confirm the door was unlocked you pushed it open. You stepped in, removed your shoes and couldn’t help the solemn smile that crept onto your face. Jungkook’s scent hit you as soon as you entered the room.
God, you missed him.
You strode inside and were met with a recognisable figure sitting upright on your sofa. His back stood tall and his hair was a mousy brown colour. It was so bizarre seeing him here. There was an uncanny feeling, seeing this man you knew but had never met sat in your living room.
He must have felt you staring at him because his head soon whipped around.
“Y/N. So nice to finally meet you.” He stood up and walked over to you shoving his hand out towards you. You shook it hesitantly. His hands were cold and clammy but his eyes were warm. He was tall and chubby but he wasn’t foreboding, in fact he seemed rather friendly Damnit. You wanted him to be an asshole, it would have made telling him what was on your mind so much easier.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Mr Anderson” you said as coldly as you could muster.
“Mr Anderson is so formal, just call me James. Although its strange. We’re meeting for the first time but it feels as if I have already met you” His German accent becoming more apparent as he spoke.
“And why is that?”
“Ah, that is why I asked Jungkook to invite you over. Although it does feel strange extending you an invitation to your home” he chuckled to himself.
He invited you to sit down on the couch, it was only then that you noticed a laptop connected to your TV.
“What’s all this?” you asked. Genuinely curious.
“I have a little something for you to watch. It may make explaining why I asked you hear a little more apparent. Please, have a seat my dear” he guided you to the sofa as you plopped yourself down. Eyes glued to the screen.
You anticipated what would happen next when a familiar tune began to play. You knew it was Jungkook’s composition as soon as you heard it. Suddenly an animated mouse popped up on the screen. She was in the wings of a stage, obviously nervous but she strolled out into the spotlight in front of a stoic audience of other animals. Just as she was about to speak there was suddenly a loud whooping from the crowd that interrupted the slow score. It was a bunny. A bunny with banners and whistles and confetti and he was cheering for her. The others in the audience told him to be quite but he exclaimed ‘That’s my girlfriend’ still as proud as can be.
The trailer played on and you slowly started to get it. It was you. This little mouse was you. Tears welled up in your eyes as yours and Jungkook’s entire relationship began to play in front of you. All your highs and your lows. It was beautiful and the accompaniment of his music made the tears pour from your eyes until it was over.
You turned back to James and attempted to speak but only blubbers could come out.
“Let me explain Y/N. When Jungkook and Namjoon came out to LA to play some stuff for the studio the only thing the boy would speak about, other than music, was you my dear. Jungkook and I sat for hours speaking about you. He told these elaborate stories about how you met, who you are and about the adventures you got into together. It was indeed very fascinating to me, you almost seemed like a heroine in his very own story. He bragged about your achievements almost as if they were his own. According to him, you are the smartest woman on the planet my dear and he would not be told otherwise. Oh, congratulations on the achievement of the decade award! And the youngest recipient at that? Incredible work my dear, just incredible. Jungkook went into great detail about what a huge deal that was. Needless to say the day after the networking event I went home and began writing the script for ‘Mouse & Bunny – Mind & Music’. I had just never seen someone so passionate about another person. His passion for you far outweighs his passion for his craft, that much was apparent, it was awe inspiring and I had to bring It to the screen. I think that is why Jungkook fought so hard to be the lead composer for the soundtrack. He wanted to intertwine the two loves of his life”.
You sat there in complete shock for a moment before jumping into James’s arms and engulfed him into a hug. His moustache tickled your shoulder as he chuckled and said he was happy to have cleared things up. As he packed up his laptop, he was asking you so many questions, probably attempting to confirm the validity of Jungkook’s stories:
“Did you really fight a microwave”
“I most certainly did”
“Did you really use protein powder as flour for a cake?”
“I most certainly did”
“Did you really not know the earth went around the sun?”
“That son of a-… no comment”
He snorted as he packed up the last of his things. You walked him to the door but he turned to you before saying his final goodbyes.
“Y/N, it seems wrong for me to give the final approval for the soundtrack. I’ve heard it and I know it’s the most beautiful accompaniment to the film but it seems only fitting that the muse gets to give the final say so. Take the afternoon to listen to it and pass your notes to Jungkook. If you like it, I’ll approve it. So there should be no need for my originally planned final listen tomorrow. Jungkook seemed like he wanted to attend something much more important tomorrow anyway” He winked at you as he closed your door.
You didn’t even wait for the door to fully shut before you were sprinting to your shared bedroom.
The pitter patter of your bare feet slapping the wood floor could almost not be heard over the beating of your heart. You bust open the door to see the love of your live leaning over his piano.
You must have given him such a fright as his big boba eyes were the first to greet you.
“Y/N I-“
You crashed your lips onto his, completely cutting him off.
“I am the stupidest person in the world.”
Jungkook laughs, standing up beside you.
“No little mouse, why do you say that” he said with a soft smile while he caressed your tear-stained face.
“I don’t know why I didn’t just ask! I’m so- “
“Even if you asked, I probably wouldn’t have told you. I wanted things to be a surprise. But baby, first I needed to apologise, like really apologise”
“You have nothing to be sorry for”
“Yes, I do. Ever since I met you, you brought light into my world. I wanted to express to you my love in the best way I knew how and this project, to me, was the best way for me to put into the world how I felt about you. But I was selfish, I took my expression of love and put it above all the things I knew you had work so hard to achieve. In a way, I put my love above yours and I will forever be sorry and I can assure you, it won’t happen again. I love you Y/N L/N”
You reward his confession with another kiss, pulling him into your arms soon after.
you sighed, almost longingly. “Whatever shall I do with my bunny boy?”
“Whatever shall I do with my little mouse?” Jungkook chuckles, pressing a kiss against the side of your ear, drawing soothing circles on your hip.
He gently placed you down against your mattress. You clung to him and giggled
You stay quiet, appreciating the comfort of Jungkook’s presence.
God, he smelled good.
“Okay,” he purrs, caressing your hip as he repositioned himself more securely. “I get it. My pretty girl must’ve missed me, huh? A week away? It felt more like a lifetime” You nodded in response. Terrified that if you spoke, your voice would fail you.
Jungkook shifted, the hand that was previously on your hip swiftly fell over your thigh instead. “Or should I say my smart girl?” he hums as his hand slipped between your thighs. “My smart, pretty, intimidating girl?”
Your eyes flutter closed and you revel in the feeling of him running his fingers over the front of your panties. Your toes curl at the sudden pressure.
“Ah,” you hissed.
“Hmm?” he says, mouthing against the crook of your neck. His mouth feels so warm, but the trails of saliva he leaves have you shivering. “My smart girl doesn’t have anything smart to say?”
“N-No,” you tried to scoff back, fingernails digging into his skin through his shirt. His hands were getting braver now as he slipped his hand beneath your waistband, and touched your wet heat head on. “Baby.”
Jungkook chuckled at your immediate submission for his touch and took the opportunity to connect his mouth back you yours. You whimpered in surprise, legs trembling as he gets to work circling your hardening bud. Your thighs are squirming, clenching around his hand every few moments.
You bit down a whine. “I was just…” you trailed off as he teased his index and middle fingers against your opening.
“Just what baby? Just thinking?” he said as he finally pushed himself off of you and propped himself up with an elbow beside your head. His gaze became a familiar dark. He moved at a godlike speed as he snatched his hand out from where you had previously trapped him between your legs.
Jungkook pulled away from you and rolled his neck, the joints in his spine cracking as he begins pulling off his shirt. You had to stop yourself from drooling at the sight of him.
He threw his shirt off to the side of the bed, his sleeve of tattoos that wrapped around his bicep and crawled down his chest were wonderfully free now. “My eyes are up here, little mouse” he said and your eyes immediately shot back up to meet his gaze. He leaned towards you, muscled arms coming to cage you in against the headboard.
“No one is looking at your eyes bunny boy” you attempted to quip back. Completely failing to mask the tremor in your voice. Jungkook always had a way of making you feel powerless under his gaze when he was on top of you like this.
His hand grabbed beneath your knee and yanked you unforgivingly until you were slumped down onto your back with a squeak. You settled with his knee pressed directly against your core. Jungkook stayed towering over you.
He placed his hand gently around the base of your neck as he leaned in to properly grind his thigh into you. “Is that right? No one’s looking at my eyes, huh?” he murmured darkly, thumb pressing a little harder into the side of your neck. You sobbed, soaked panties rubbing roughly against his leg.
“Are you gonna touch me?” you interrupted, lower lip trembling at the thought after your desperate rutting. Jungkook pursed his lips together in thought.
“Hmmm,” he hummed. “Not too sure yet.”
You whined. “Jungkook, please,” you whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I need you.”
Jungkook chuckled, running his hand up your waist and taking your dress with him. He slips his fingers beneath your bra, pushing the wire over your chest as he mouthed at your neck. “Cute,” he cooed. “Can’t do it yourself?”
You trembled, chest heaving into him as he rolled your nipple between his fingers. “I-I can,” you gulped. “You just do it better.” Jungkook followed your admission with a nip against your skin, tongue soothing over it right after. “Why? Because I do everything better than you? Even make you cum better than you?”
You mewled in response, determined not to give him the satisfaction of answering his question. Cause you both new the answer was yes. He made you cum so much better than you could.
“Remove your clothes for me...” he whispered gruffly yet sweet as he pulled himself from you.
You hurriedly removed the rest of your clothes you caught Jungkook’s mouth falling open in awe at the semi-nude sight of you before him. After finally removing your bra and panties, you threw them to the floor with the rest of your clothes, you observed how he licked his lips shamelessly as he took in the view of your beautifully perky nipples that drove him absolutely insane. You looked into his deep eyes, catching your bottom lip in between your teeth and Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from palming his cock over the confinements of his pants – watching you get worked up just for him.
“Are we that type of couple, Jungkook?” you whispered his name sweetly as you slowly climb on top of him. You straddled him, pushing your breasts flush against his chest.
“Which type are you referring to?” he murmured back as his hand moved back to between your thighs – feeling the damp patch of your essence now overflowing. You felt his cock pulsate in anticipation.
“The ones who have an argument, then have angry make up sex?” you giggled as you began pressing soft, delicate kisses along his neck. Jungkook’s eyes shut tightly as he felt your teeth nip at him – causing a breath of air to leave his lungs while you began sucking on his skin – leaving your mark on him. The next thing you knew, Jungkook pulled your mouth away from his neck and flipped you over. He was now hovering over you and began continuing on you what you had started on him
“Jungkook...” you let his name occupy your mouth and your thoughts as he suckled on your skin – alternating between kissing you, biting you and dragging his teeth further south to your boobs.
“Let us see how much of a good girl you can be for me...” you suddenly felt his breath dangerously close to the mound between your legs, before his hands began kneading and gripping at your ass-cheeks. Jungkook moved his face right into you – just shy of his nose touching your folds from behind as he took in your sweet scent. He wanted to devour you whole – but at the same time, he wanted nothing more than to hear you beg and plead for your own pleasure and release. You trembled at the contact of his index finger running along your slippery lips, feeling it hastily stroke your bud before he pulled it back down again – repeating the same action over and over.
Jungkook smirked at the noises coming from you; whimpers of frustration, want and need. He knew you were like putty in his hands with the way your lewd wetness heavily coated his finger; and he would have wanted it no other way.
“Please Jungkook...please stop teasing me – I need you so fucking badly I – “you rolled your head to the opposite side – placing your blazing cheek against the pillow in an attempt to extinguish the apparent fire that was burning your entire face. You knew he was making you wait for it – and you both simultaneously loved and hated it in a hundred different ways.
You breathed a sigh of relief, along with moans of satisfaction as his tongue continued to explore every inch of you. The scandalous sounds from his tongue and his lips filled the room as he continued to consume you.
“I’m so close Jungkook – fuck...” you moaned a string of further curses as he sped up his movements – his finger now wiggling heavily over your clit as his tongue probed you even deeper than before.
“Are you really?” he hummed, slowing his pace as you whined in response. “Hmm...I can’t have you coming undone on me just yet little mouse...where’s the fun in that? Plus, I had to wait a whole week for you to come back. Do you think I would let you cum so quickly?” he grinned coyly as he moved away from you – licking the remainder of you off his lips as you damn near cried out in anger at being denied your orgasm when it was seconds away.
God, he’s such an asshole.
“You can cry and whine all you want...but you’re not getting anything unless I think you deserve it; do you understand me, baby?” he cooed with the heaviest form of sarcasm you had ever heard as he began coating his erection with your wetness – giving himself a few strokes as he smirked and watched you squirm in defeat underneath him. You rolled your eyes to the back of your head, before turning onto your stomach as fast as you could to avoid his arrogant gaze.
As you laid faced away from him, all you could feel was the thick width of his cock resting between your cheeks as Jungkook took it upon himself to slowly grind himself into you – giving him the minimal amount of pleasure and you the maximum amount of excruciating frustration.
“Yes! I understand...please...I’ll do anything, please!” you shamelessly pleaded – hearing the desperation in your own voice as you moved your ass backwards into him. Jungkook chuckled before he began sprinkling light kisses the whole way up your spine – the fleeting feeling of his lips leaving damp patches on your skin being enough to make it feel like he was burning you with desire for more of him.
“Good girl” Jungkook praised you – letting you feel the tip of his cock resting just on top your drenched entrance. And – without warning, he quickly eased himself in as far as he could go; hearing you let out breathy moans and whimpers as he pressed deeper.
“Louder” he commanded as he leaned back – looking down to view his member leave your tight walls – much to both of your displeasures. “I want the entire world to know who’s fucking your pussy like this right now” he slammed back inside you, feeling your slickness engulf him as your screams filled the room.
“That’s it Y/N, that’s my good girl” Jungook growled as he began pounding you into you at an unforgiving pace. You cried and sobbed feeling his cock reach deeper inside you with each time his skin smacked against yours. Jungkook relished in the look of your ass every time it bounced off his lower abdomen as he continued pummelling into you mercilessly – when he saw your hand reach back to try and hold his. Knowing that you needed to feel the security of his grasp, Jungkook leaned over your back and laced his fingers with yours – giving you fast, deep strokes of his cock while you felt it slam against your precious nerves inside you. Jungkook knew you were already on the verge of letting go from the way your voice got louder and higher – along with your walls constricting around his member so tightly that he had to almost hold his breath to not finish before you.
“Cum for me – you earned it sweetheart, let go and let me hear your beautiful voice” he cooed into your ear. And, like his words were the only thing that could set you free, you came hard around him while you closed your eyes tight as you felt your orgasm pour out of you. Jungkook coaxed you through your cries of ecstasy as he slowed his thrusts down – still keeping their depth while his groans harmonised with your own voice in the wake of your pleasure. And, just as quickly as it came, your high left your body – leaving you slumped face down into the pillow with no will to do much else other than breathe. You felt Jungkook slowly slide out of you – feeling the emptiness he left behind while he began pulling you up and back into his chest, his hands then roaming over every inch of your skin he could find.
“Did that feel good, baby?” he purred, nibbling on the bottom of your ear and letting you know that he was still standing to attention with the way his member pressed into your ass. You let out an airy chuckle, still not able to maintain a coherent train of thought.
“Mmhm” you hummed, reaching behind you to let your hand rest on the back of his neck, letting your fingers get lost in his hair as Jungkook dotted your neck with kisses once more.
“I can’t get enough of you – no matter how much you give me, no matter how much I take...” he murmured on top of your skin, making you shiver from head to toe and smile from ear to ear.
“What are you waiting for then, bunny boy?” you replied, turning around to him and coming face to face with his dark hooded eyes. “I want you to take more...take me, Jungkook” you mewled as Jungkook’s hands began caressing all his favourite parts of you – your hips and the tops of your thighs included.
You swapped positions and you positioned yourself on top him. As you did, Jungkook quickly pulled his legs underneath your bottom before crossing them below you, while you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist so that you were both in a sort of Lotus Flower position. You looked down, seeing his head perfectly level with your tits as he began kissing and nipping at your hardened nipples – making you reel from the sensitive sensation that coursed through you. You observed his hand as it slipped underneath you – grabbing a hold of his pulsating member and angling it right before your welcoming entrance once again.
“Baby...aren’t you forgetting something?” you questioned immediately in reference to the fact that he was about to enter you whilst you both found yourself in the most romantic baby-making position known to man. Jungkook shook his head as he looked up into your eyes, his stare completely melting you from the inside out.
“I want to feel you when I cum inside you...I want to make you mine in every way possible...will you let me?” his husky voice travelled to every single part of your soul as you let your mouth hang agape.
“But – what if...you know?” you replied, wondering how he felt about the most obvious thing that could happen from not using protection.
“You have nothing to worry about, Y/N” he whispered softly, feeling himself press against your small opening as the tip of his cock became engulfed by your slick tightness. “’If it happens, it happens. I would want no other woman to mother my children” you both let out an intense moan in turn as he pushed his way inside you. When Jungkook thought about you carrying his first child and bringing the product of your love into the world; with him becoming a father and you becoming a mother, it filled him with delicate feelings of paternal happiness he knew he could never feel with anyone else but you.
You bit your lip hard as you rolled your hips at a rhythmical pace into his – feeling every inch of him curving inside you. Jungkook placed one hand below your bottom, while cradling your back with his free arm as a means to let you set the pace of your love making, but still letting him have full control over your every movement. You felt wave after wave of pleasure strike you as your clit moved flush against Jungkook’s body that was tight against yours; and your moans continued to spill from your lips as he looked up into your face – his eyes full of life and love as he seemingly peered right into your soul. In contrast to Jungkook’s way of asserting himself over you just moments ago, you could see the vulnerability in his eyes as he let his mouth hang open – panting and groaning at the feeling of pleasure from being inside you and so close to you.
“I love you...so much, Jungkook” you managed to speak – feeling your body almost grow limp from having little to no energy left as you felt your sweat drip down your temples. Sensing your exhaustion, Jungkook helped you lay down on your back to the bed – keeping himself still lodged inside you as he rested himself between your legs. His thrusts were slow, deep and meaningful as he pressed his forehead to yours and took your hands in his – pinning them to the bed while he felt your pulse rocket as he pushed you once again to your second orgasm of the evening. You felt like the entire world was spinning as you attempted to moan and writhe in fulfilment – but unfortunately, no sound left your mouth as you produced a silent cry in the wake of Jungkook’s pleasure-filled stokes that reached deeper and deeper within you.
“And I... I love you Y/N” Jungkook’s lips found yours for the millionth time as he felt himself twitch inside of you – his entire seed mixing with your juices as he came deep within you. He tensed every single one of his muscles, letting you swallow each of his moans as he slowed down gently.
“I’m so happy that you’re mine...” he almost whimpered as his movements ceased – before letting himself collapse on top of you, resting his head in the crook of your neck while you raised your arms up and over his back to hug him even closer to you.
“And I’m so happy that you’re mine, too” you kissed the top of his head – still feeling his cock buried inside of you as you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.
Jungkook raised his head a fraction to look at you – his appearance both thoughtful and endearing as he held on to you. “I really am sorry Y/N. I never want you to feel like your aren’t a priority to me” he blinked gently as you continued to listen to his heartfelt, post love making thoughts.
“I know” you replied quietly, tracing the muscles along his back with your fingers. “And I’m sorry too. I guess we both just need to communicate a little better”.
“My Y/N – You are my world. You – you are my everything. I used to not understand what people meant when they said that to someone they loved, because before you – I thought music was my only love. But every day I spend with you, you give me a hundred more reasons to adore you. I promise I will spend the rest of my life trying to prove that.”
You felt yourself well up at his words of endearment. He really was your world and you now knew for a fact that you were his too.
“Ooh, I forgot to say” you interrupted yours and Jungkook post love making silence.
“James said I could approve the soundtrack for our film”
Jungkook smiled to himself upon hearing you refer to it as your film.
“If that’s what James said, who am I to undermine the director.” He declared.
“The songs are on my phone in the Media Folder but im gonna hop in the shower while you listen. Cause it will break my heart if you don’t like them” he chuckled, half joking half serious.
“I know im going to love them babe. But you go and take your shower, I’ll be right here when you come out”.
He left with a smile.
You scrolled through his phone to find the music files and tears began to fill your eyes once again as you read the tracklist:
“I’d fight a microwave for you”
“You smell like home”
“I think you’re pretty and I’m intimidated by you too”
And the list went on. It was his list. His list of your phrases that made him smile. Before you could even finish reading the tracklist, you ran to the shower you embrace your bunny boy and show him for a second round how much you loved him.
Although, if you had taken just a few moments to read the tracklist, Jungkook is sure you would have loved the last song on the soundtrack. It was the only title that wasn’t you contribution, it was his:
12. “I hope she’ll marry me”
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Ungodly Hour (8)
Fuck Chaeyoung and Jimin for always being able to figure out when something is wrong with you.
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“Girl,” Chaeyong’s voice says over the phone. It echos off of the bathroom walls. She’s watching you as you violently brush your teeth and in the process of scrubbing your tongue, a look of disgust on your face. Your phone is leaning against one of the toothbrush holders and she appears visibly amused. “maybe you’re pregnant.”
You choke, feeling yourself ready to vomit again - this time due to Chaeyoung’s words. Your eyes widen and you stare back at your phone for a moment. Spitting the toothpaste and rinsing your mouth, you turn off the water.
“Don’t,” you say with gritted teeth. “start that shit again.”
Chaeyoung rolls her eyes. She’s in the process of making herself a sandwich. She shakes her head as she butters her bread. “You missed your period and you’re throwing up. What else can it be?”
Chaeyoung was indeed correct. But, your periods were often irregular so that could never be a sign of pregnancy. You’ve gone two months without it before just for it to come on a random Wednesday work shift.
“I’m on birth control.”
“That’s never 100% effective.” Chaeyoung scoffs. “People get pregnant while on birth control all the time.”
Chaeyoung was right again and you could only sigh. You want to blame your sudden nausea on food poisoning. Maybe something you ate just didn’t sit right with you - that’s always a possibility. Maybe you were just getting sick as the seasons changed. Pregnancy would be the last of your options as anything could be possible.
“Let’s not forget that your boyfriend often has to remind you to take said birth control.”
“Shut up.” you grumble, snatching your phone and making your way out of the bathroom. You hated when Chaeyoung was right because it only meant that your mind would be wandering on the possibilities.
“I can’t be pregnant now. That means I’ll have a Scorpio.” you murmur, crashing down against Jungkook’s bed, silk sheets inviting you in. “There’s enough birthdays in November as it is. It’ll completely ruin the vibe.”
“You should’ve thought about that before you were being a whore on Valentine’s day.” Chaeyoung sing-songs, her sandwich now complete and she munches onto it happily. “Can’t blame you. Jungkook did go all out like always.”
You’re positive you know just where it all began and like Chaeyoung said, Jungkook had to be the dramatic type that made you want to fuck him. The amount of roses you walked into had to be costly and you’re sure he must’ve bought out half of the store alone. The gifts, the home cooked meals along with the low music, champagne…
“Fuck Jeon Jungkook.” you grumble, throwing your phone beside you so Chaeyoung can see your view - the ceiling and she’s positive you were wallowing in self pity.
Truly, Fuck Jeon Jungkook and the way you can never seem to stay off of him.
It took a week for you to decide to get a pregnancy test that you were sure would be negative regardless. You weren’t going to let Chaeyoung’s words of despair get to you - and you were only taking this test to prove to her (and yourself) that you weren’t pregnant and that whatever is going on with you was just a mere sickness.
The brown paper bag sits on the bathroom counter and has been for hours now. Jungkook wasn’t the one to check what wasn’t his and you’re unsure why you’re hesitant on taking it.
It’s Sunday now and that meant that not only was Jungkook here, but so was Namjoon, Hoseok, Taehyung and Jimin. They gather in the living room, movie blasting throughout the space and you walk by without any of them batting an eye.
All except Jimin as he was the only one who ever wanted to humor you and this fake beef you two held for one another.
“Well, well…you finally decided to join us.” Jimin calls, eyes watching as you make your way towards the kitchen.
“Fuck off, Jimin.”
Taehyung snorts, allowing a few chuckles to be released.
Jimin looks around, wondering why in the world you could possibly tell him to fuck off out of all people. Of course, he didn't because he was Jimin. This causes him to sit forward and tilt his head.
“You look different.” Jimin notes, eyes taking in your appearance. This causes Jungkook’s head to turn to see whatever it was that Jimin saw.
Jungkook’s eyes being on you causes goosebumps to litter your skin and you desperately want to tell Jimin to fuck off again, but that wouldn’t do any good.
“You look…healthy.” Jimin’s eyes begin to squint a bit, his head tilting to the other side.
“Healthy?” you snicker with a roll of your eyes. “What the fuck did I look before?”
“Ugh, Y/N, shut up.” Jimin stands, making his way around the couch and towards you. You can feel Jungkook’s eyes on you and his friend, but he remains silent. “You look…dare I say glowy.”
You click your tongue inside your mouth. Jimin’s tone is different, almost as if confused. His eyes study you closely.
“If I didn’t know you, Jimin, I would say you’re flirting with me.” you turn away and go towards the box of pizza on the counters.
Jimin cackles. “As if I would go for anyone like you.”
“That’s a lot coming from a man like you.” you bite back. “I know exactly what girls you like.”
Jimin swallows back his words, a soft tint to his cheeks. No one was ever going to let him live down what that bitch said. “I pay for Onlyfan’s once and suddenly I’m the one being laughed at.” he grumbles to himself.
“I actually like her. She humbles you and it’s exactly what you need.” you open a box of pizza - pepperoni. You grab at it and inhale, the smell reaches your nose and instantly you drop it right back into the box.
Jimin’s eyebrows furrow at your actions, watching you closely. His arms begin to cross and it’s as if alarm bells were going off in his head.
“You little slut.” Jimin smirks.
Your stomach churns and you can feel the increase of saliva inside your mouth. You let out a shaky breath.
“You…that’s why you look so glowy. It’s too soon to look like this now…” Jimin speaks - mainly to himself. “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”
It happens entirely too fast and maybe this was just Jimin’s karma for annoying you constantly. You appear to be stuck, completely frozen in place, when you vomit entirely onto him. The man screeches and gags at the warm vomit hitting his chest.
Jungkook is on his feet immediately, coming to your side. He places a hand onto your back, a look of concern on his face. “Y/N? Baby, are you okay?”
“What the fuck?!” Jimin hisses, eyes wide with disbelief. “I’m the one with stomach acid on me! Can someone ask if I’m okay?”
“This isn’t about you right now.” Jungkook waves him off. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up.”
“She…oh wow.” Jimin watches in disbelief as Jungkook ushers you away. His shirt sticks to him sickeningly.
Hoseok is the first to laugh, shaking his head at Jimin.
“What just happened?” Namjoon questions.
Now you feel like crying out of embarrassment as Jungkook brings you into the bathroom. “Do you still need to throw up? Was it something you ate earlier?” he asks, his mind going on a thousand different possibilities on how you could be sick right now.
“N-No, I’m fine.” you murmur, pushing yourself away from him and going to brush your teeth again. Your body is hot - mainly due to humiliation of having vomited on Jimin. You wouldn’t be this embarrassed if it was just Jimin there, because well, fuck him. But the other’s…
You groan, scrubbing the taste of vomit out of your mouth.
Jungkook watches closely.
“You’re not fine. Are you sick?” he questions. “You probably need some medicine.”
Jungkook looks around the bathroom for a moment, his eyes dropping on the brown paper bag that’s folded in half. He looks at it for a moment. “Is this medicine you got earlier or-”
“No!”
It isn’t your intention to snatch the bag out of his hands the way you do. Jungkook is taken aback by your actions, eyes widening slightly. He takes a step back, apologetic about touching something that wasn’t his.
“I-I mean-”
“It’s okay.” Jungkook shakes his head. He swallows. “I’m…going to clean up out there. I’ll be back.”
Jungkook leaves the bathroom and now you feel worse than before. You shut off the water and groan.
You don’t want Jungkook to think that him trying to help was a bad decision. The paper bag is crumbling in your grasp and it’s a sign that you can no longer put off the contents on what’s inside of it.
You were a grown woman and a little pregnancy test shouldn’t scare you. You’ve dealt with tougher scenarios and this was outside of your character. Your mother didn’t raise you to be a scared bitch.
So you took the test - ripping the bag open entirely and then the rectangular box. It happens all under a minute and you realize this is the first time you ever took a pregnancy test.
You placed the top onto the test and put it on top of the brown paper bag as you await for what it says.
“Five minutes…” you murmur to yourself.
Jungkook doesn’t expect to see you so soon. He’s cleaning up a bit of vomit from the floor when you enter the kitchen. He had already managed to get everyone out of the home as Jimin ripped off the shirt and hurled it into the trash before exiting himself. He offers a smile your way. “Feeling better?”
“I’m such a bitch.” you sigh with a shake of your head.
Jungkook snickers. “What do you mean?” he asks. “You shouldn’t talk about yourself that way.”
“Shut up and stop being so nice.” you grumble. “I shouldn’t have acted that way in the bathroom. I’m just…” you inhale deeply. Your mother would have surely given you a mouth full if she saw the way you treated her precious Jungkook.
Jungkook continues to clean the rest of the mess before turning back to you. He notices you’re completely still, watching his every move.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jungkook takes a few steps closer to you. “You got a fever or something?”
Jungkook’s hands are soft but a bit cool to the touch. He touches your forehead and rubs it down towards your cheek.
“You don’t feel warm.” Jungkook comments.
“I…” you trail off, unable to shake the look of Jungkook’s eyes off of you. “...my mother didn’t raise a scared bitch.” you repeat the same words aloud and it causes Jungkook to laugh.
“What do you mean-”
“I might be pregnant.” you interrupt him, needing to get the weight off of your shoulders. And you’re surprised that it did. You exhale with a raise of your brows. “That was easier than I thought it’d be.”
You look Jungkook in the eye, his doe ones staring intently back at you.
“I took a test.” you continue. “That’s what was inside the brown paper bag and why I snatched it the way I did.”
For once Jungkook is silent and it causes your stomach to churn again - this time with nerves. He’s so silent that you’re unable to read his expression.
Standing in front of him becomes a bit awkward and you’re anxious to get out of this situation entirely.
“I’m gonna go…” you go to move yourself and this is what causes Jungkook to snap himself back into reality.
“I was processing your words.” Jungkook shakes his head, dropping his hand from your cheek. “Sorry…” he murmurs, blinking a few times. “...How long have you…suspected it?”
You take a deep breath then scoff. “I’ve been in denial. With Chaeyoung and Jimin it’s hard to not face reality.”
Jungkook hums, he suppose that’s why you threw up on Jimin so suddenly.
“I can’t read you.” you murmur, avoiding Jungkook’s gaze. “You’re usually…more readable.”
“Would you be upset if you were pregnant right now?”
Now that you had admitted to him that there was a possibility of pregnancy, he wants to be open with you. He wants to hear your thoughts and feelings about the situation.
“It’s not ideal.” you shrug your shoulders, pondering on the question. “Would you?”
“No.” Jungkook admits. “Of course not. I love you.”
You sigh. Fuck Jeon Jungkook and how understanding he was.
“But I also know this isn’t something you want…” Jungkook lets his hand touch your cheek once more and now you allow your eyes to meet his.
“Well, duh.” you scoff. “I still haven’t met your parents. They're going to think I’m a whore if I just show up pregnant.” you’re only half joking but just the thought of meeting his parents and having to deliver news of a pregnancy just sounded backwards.
“They wouldn’t!” Jungkook insists. “My mom’s been dying to meet you.” he admits. He had to convince his mother countless times to not just show up randomly at his home and take matters into her own hands. “I've just been waiting for you to be ready. There isn’t a rush.”
Jungkook’s thumb traces the outline of your lips. He smiles down at you.
“Stop smiling. You’re supposed to be…”
Jungkook furrows a brow. “Suppose to be what? Mad?” he snorts - it’s almost as if you didn’t know him entirely. He had already planned the wedding in his mind and exactly how many kids he wanted to have with you (if you allowed).
“Well I wasn’t expecting you to look so fucking excited, either.” you hiss, lightly pushing at his chest. “The test can be negative, you know. It could be fatigue or my blood sugar could be high or low…”
Jungkook nods his head at your words, listening to you. “Or, you can be pregnant,” he states. “Either or, I want what’s best for you. One step at a time.”
You nod your head at him and allow your cheek to nestle into his palm.
“We can check together.” Jungkook leans closer to you, his nose tickling yours. “And we’ll do what we need to do from there.”
Jungkook pecks your lips in a comforting kiss. It’s weird to see how domesticated the two of you are - how comfortable. You would’ve never seen yourself entertaining someone like Jungkook a year ago, but now you and he are together constantly. You feel at home when you’re around him; at ease when you’re in his warm embrace. Your heart is full whenever you’re around him and it yearns whenever you’re away for too long.
Fuck Jeon Jungkook and the way he has made you soft for him; this wasn’t suppose to be. You were supposed to finish college as independently as possible and focus on a career until you decided you were ready to entertain anyone.
How the tables truly turned.
“I’m scared.”
Jungkook wraps his arms around you, chin resting on your shoulder. The test is a few feet away and none of you can see the answer on it just yet.
“This is the first time you’ve admitted you are scared.” Jungkook teases. “I thought your mother didn’t raise a scared bitch.”
“Fuck you.”
“I did and this is why we’re in this predicament.” Jungkook retorts coolly. “We’ll check together, okay?”
“Okay.” you nod your head.
Jungkook and you step further into the bathroom and you grab the test. You turn around to face him, looking into his anticipating eyes. “So…do we both look or do I look and tell you or-”
“You’re procrastinating again, baby.” Jungkook places his hand on top of yours. “We’ll look together.”
Jungkook’s eyes lowers to the test in your hands just as yours does. The test tightens in your grasp as you look down at the letters on the small screen.
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surprise, surprise | jjk
plot | When you asked what your boyfriend wants for Valentine's, Jungkook challenged you to surprise him. But when you did, he wasn't the only one surprised.
words | 2.1k+
genres | fluff, secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au
pairing | jungkook x reader
warnings | none
note | another part will follow :)) enjoy reading!
main masterlist | drabble series masterlist
It was a late afternoon, during a warm sunny day, you and your boyfriend finally went on with your picnic plans after weeks of talking about it. Under a lush shade tree, Jungkook laid out your classic red gingham picnic blanket. He also has pillows from his place, knowing that you would love to have one while chilling. On the flip side, you brought out the food from your basket which includes various colorful sliced fruits, sandwiches, chips, orange juice, and a bottle of chocolate syrup if ever your boyfriend wants to put it on his fruit.
It has been past an hour since you arrived at this spot in the park, half an hour away from the city you and Jungkook live in. So, with no worries about seeing your friends around, you two were free to basically do whatever you wanted on the grass. Jungkook brought his digital camera and you were already sure that half of the photos he took today are Bam’s. You were just giggling when you saw Jungkook trying to make your pet stand still with his green toy ball and sounds he learned from The Dogist, a dog photographer who posts every dog he meets online.
“One more, Bam. Stay…” he commanded as he closed his left eye to focus on his camera’s viewfinder.
Your pet, eager to have a treat and his toy, heeded. Followed by a shutter sound, you hear a satisfied chuckle from your boyfriend. He handed Bam a treat and then threw the ball for your pet to run after.
“How was it?” you asked, sipping on your glass of orange juice.
Jungkook turned around in your direction and instead of answering immediately, you found him staring at you. Used to him dazing out sometimes, you just smiled and took another gulp from your glass. Jungkook took this opportunity to point his camera lens to you. He moved around, finding the best angle where the light makes you glow from your greenery background. You were an angel before his sight. He clicks for your candid shot. When you hear the first shutter sound, you realize what he is doing.
“Wait! Take another one.”
This time, you smiled for the camera, making him smile behind the lens. After a couple more shots, he sat next to you to show you the results. By the small sound of awe you made, he knew you loved them.
“You’re such a great photographer, babe,” you told him.
“I just have a very beautiful muse,” he replied.
You looked up at him and he laughed when he saw your eyebrows scrunching together. Perhaps it was too corny and sweet. But your scrunched expression softened up before giving him a peck on his lips. He was about to lean in for more but you pulled away with a smile.
“You used to get girls with those lines?” you teased and laughed.
And before Jungkook can defend his game, Bam runs back with his toy in between his teeth. Half an hour passed, and the camera was now in your hands while Jungkook lay his head on your lap, scrolling through his phone. Bam is napping on the grass beside you two, tired from playing. The weather was not too hot since there was still wind blowing from time to time, perfect for a midday nap. With no more energy to take pictures, you settled his camera down. For the next few minutes, you spent the time running your fingers on Jungkook’s hair and appreciating the peace of the place. You can feel your heart feeling at ease.
“I can’t believe we’re already in the second month of this year,” your boyfriend suddenly spoke, eyes still glued on his phone.
“I know, babe. It seemed like yesterday when we celebrated New Year’s Eve at Dara’s and our anniversary,” you replied. “Then, we told Blaire about us.”
He put down his phone with that, looking at you, “We didn’t tell her, you did.”
You just rolled your eyes since you know you cannot really defend yourself. You were too drunk that night, Jungkook had to tell you what you shared with your friend the morning after. And after a whole-day conversation with Blaire, she agreed to not say anything about it and simply called you two “sneaky rats” in a teasing way.
“Anyway, Valentine’s Day is next week.” Jungkook brought up the topic, sitting up. “Do you want to do anything or go anywhere?”
“Well… we already did this picnic.” you clicked your tongue as your eyes traveled away, thinking.
And after a few seconds, an idea pops into your head. An activity you saw online that you found cute and perfect for you two. You beamed as you told him about it. Jungkook nodded as he listened intently, eyes traveling down his tattooed knuckles.
“I love that, we can do that! That’s wonderful, princess.” He smiled, eyes crinkling. “Do you already have any ideas about the design?”
You shook your head, “Oh, not yet.”
“Okay, okay.” he nods again,
You squeeze his hands, “How about you? What do you want to do?”
He looked up at the leaves on the tree as he sighed, “I don’t know… Really. That’s why I asked you. What you want is what really matters to me.”
You raised an eyebrow, “Really? Nothing?”
He nodded his head but not a second after, he spoke again, “Okay, I have an idea.”
“Okay, spill.”
“Surprise me,” he said like it was a challenge.
“Surprise you?” you repeated.
Looking back at your relationship, you were a little weak at doing surprises. You cannot really lie well and always see his reaction when you get him something meant for a surprise. But maybe you can try again.
“Okay, babe.”
“Isn’t this sad?” Wooshik sighed in between the film playing on the television. “It’s the day before Valentine’s. We are both single straight guys, watching Meryl Streep boss around people because we don’t have any plans tomorrow,” he added.
I do, Jungkook said in his head. Today is the thirteenth. It has been days since you two went on that picnic and he has been secretly waiting for your surprise. You didn’t want to give him a spoiler about it since you both know how bad you are at lying. So, you didn’t give him even a single clue.
And since it’s the day before that day, you and the girls in your friend group went out for your Galentine’s Day. You told him your activities for the day, which included going to a baking class and pampering yourselves in hair and nail salons. So, in return, he and Wooshik are pretty much shooed away when the latter begs to come with them.
“It’s for girls only! Go hang out together,” Jenny laughed.
So, they did. Initially, they planned on playing video games in Jungkook’s place. But after two hours of playing and having succeeding losses, they got exhausted and opted to watch a movie. The streaming service recommended a lot of chick-flicks so that’s what they settled for.
“This is fine. The girls are single too. A lot of people are spending tomorrow single.” he noted, focused on the film.
But Wooshik exclaimed, “But love is in the air! I don’t want to be lonely. Maybe we should pull up at a bar or something. Maybe we can have dates tomorrow.”
“I told you, I’m not into those things anymore.”
“Those things?! It’s called dating, JK. So you’re not into dating now?” Wooshik asked his tone in disbelief. Jungkook just laughed at his dramatic reaction. His friend continued, “What happened to my friend who used to introduce me to his new girlfriend every two weeks?”
Jungkook tossed him a pillow, smacking it right to his face, “Hey, people change!”
“You used to hold the record for most partners in a year in our friend group, JK.” Wooshik snickered.
“And now, I don’t. I’m happy where I am right now.”
“Blablabla. That’s something a person with a great high-paying job or a nice love life would say. And I don’t think your job pays you that high for you to say that.” Wooshik quipped while watching the movie again.
Jungkook laughs. He’s right. But Wooshik is not aware of how fun he is having with you. Your friend doesn’t know how much you made his life more than nice. You made his days a lot more warmer and brighter than it has ever been.
“And the girls are not really single. Jenny said she will be busy tomorrow–”
“She is. She works as a head chef in a restaurant. Tomorrow is like a festival in her workplace.” Jungkook cuts him off.
His friend snickered, “Okay, but she’s going on an occasional date with that same guy she met at a food convention. Blaire is having an on and off and on relationship with Grace. Dara is dating–”
“She is?” Jungkook asked.
Wooshik nods like it’s something he has known for a long time, “Yeah… and YN, I just know that one is seeing someone.”
Something in his stomach dropped when Jungkook heard that, “Yeah?”
“Remember when I stayed for like a week in her house when I had something renovated in my place? I swore I saw her sneaking out a guy one early morning.” his friend shared, clueless about the guy who was now sitting in front of him.
“Are you sure?” Jungkook asked.
“Yeah, I just didn’t see him properly since the lights were off. But I heard YN talking to him.”
Yeah, it’s him.
Not wanting to talk about it anymore, Jungkook said, “You know what? Maybe we should go out.”
It’s like Wooshik’s ears perked up when heard that, “Where?”
“Just out. Maybe get something to eat or… I saw this new bowling alley opening up around the corner. We can walk there from here.”
Originally, Jungkook wanted to take you there first. But with his best friend being bored and talking about you and your relationship, he just thought of going to that place.
“Oh, okay. Maybe fate can find me a date there.”
Jungkook chuckled, getting up, “Okay, I’ll just take a quick shower. Then, we can go.”
Wooshik nodded and Jungkook walked away. Left alone in the living room, Wooshik reached for the almost-finished bowl of chips on the center table. He rarely watched chick flicks but he really liked this one. Maybe because of the lead actress. But nonetheless, he enjoys the story.
“I just don’t get why she has to leave her great job for Nate. I mean, he did not even support her when she was having growth in her work and she was in Paris!” Wooshik exclaimed as the screen showed Anne Hathaway walking away from her boss, portrayed by Meryl Streep.
The credits were rolling in when he heard the knock on the door. He was about to call his friend when he heard the distant trickling from his shower. Wooshik got up and opened the door, dusting off the cheese powder from the chips. A delivery guy stood in front of the door, holding a box of pretty flower arrangements.
“Delivery for Jeon Jungkook.” the guy said.
Confused, Wooshik had his mouth slightly open before answering, “Oh… uh, he’s in the shower. But I can receive this for him.”
“Okay. Please, sign here.”
The guy handed him a paper and Wooshik followed. After the flowers were handed to him, he said thank you and closed the door. His eyes scanned the whole arrangement filled with various flowers. A white folded card sat on top of it. As he carefully placed it down on the table, one question stayed in his head.
Who the hell would send flowers to his best friend?
So just like what any nosy, curious person would do, Wooshik flicked the card open.
Blooms for the best person I know.
I was with B in the flower shop and he helped me pick the flowers. I hope you’ll love them.
Know that this is the first of other surprises I’ve planned for tomorrow ;)
But firstly, let me ask you for the first time,
Babe, will you be my Valentine?
-Princess
Princess? Who the hell is Princess? Who is B? Is B a person? Did his friend have a baby and didn’t know it?
“Hey, let’s g– Oh, where did that come from?”
Jungkook came in, hair damp. His eyes land on the bouquet of flowers. Wooshik is frozen in place. His hand is still holding the card as he stares at him.
His eyes gradually squinted, “Who is Princess, and why is she sending you flowers?”
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THE DATE || JJK
Pairing : Boxer jk × Female reader
Genre : Established relationship, Boxer au
Summary : Spending the whole day going on various dates with your boyfriend, starting from amusement parks to trying sushi for the first time with your boyfriend.
Warnings : Female reader, Butt taps, KISSES, a few suggestive comments but no actual smut, making out, shy reader and jk, Reader hates sushi (sorry if u don't lmao), cringe couple shit.
The bright light shines down on your and your boyfriends face as you struggle to get into your boyfriends car. "Need help getting your cute ass in there?" He asks causing you to groan, "Its all your fault jeon, shut up" you speak up glaring at him.
He feigns innocence and teasingly replies while holding his chest pretending to be hurt, "baby it was not me who was whining yesterday night to go faster"
"Its not my fault my boyfriend doesn't know how to fuck properly that I have to beg him to do the bare minimum" you look up at him with a teasing glint but immediately regret it when you see his dark gaze.
"And thats why you squirted three times yesterday, was yesterday not enough brat?", causing you to immediately smile and peck his cheek,
"I'm just kidddinngggg jungkook, don't be mean and start the car, I wanna go ride all the rides and don't be scared ill protect you",
causing jungkook to scoff, "Lets see whose the one who ends up crying like a baby". The car ride is pretty silent except for jungkook singing and cursing at people for not driving properly.
"You're so handsome" causing jungkook to look away from you and blush "get down baby we're here"
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Here you were standing in the line for about 40 mins to get on the ferris wheel, because according to jungkook its very romantic, "jungkook i can't do it please, its so hot i can't even stand" you say while taking heavy breathes causing jungkook to look at you while rasing his eyebrows, his hands grip your waist and pulls you closer, " If u wanted me to carry you so badly, all u could've done is asked instead of whining" he smirks and abruptly lifts you up causing you to yell at him.
"Jungkook are you dumb, put me down there are kids here, put me down you idi-mmph"
You feel jungkooks lip press onto yours harshly and his hands grip you tightly in his arms, you start feeling all giddy inside until u feel him pull away and lick a stripe up your cheeks. "JUNGKOOK YOU'RE DISGUSTING"
Jungkook puts you down and back hugs you so that you won't be able to hit him, "baby thats just how I show i love you, and u smelled so good" causing you to admit your Defeat.
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The sun starts setting down and jungkook decides that its time to picnic in the park,so you and you're beloved boxer boyfriend sit on the mat that you layed out.
You both were lying on your stomach and facing each other, jungkook had one of his hands on your hips holding your long flowy skirt down, and your hands were caressing his eyebrows, eyes, his scar, his lips, as you lean to Peck his lips.
"Did I tell you, you look really pretty today and the skirt looks really good on you"
"You did" , "nothing wrong with saying it again, you're so pretty, the prettiest and the cutest, even though we argue like kids sometimes, but that's something I wouldn't change for the world." This makes you tear up a but as jungkook was never really someone who spoke his feelings, you push his chest and make him lay on his back and lay on top of him with only your lower body on the mat and your upper bodies pressed together, you start pecking all over his face and whisper lovingly " i love you so much jungkook, you're so cute, the cutest cutie pie"
causing jungkook to groan, "I'm not cute baby, way to ruin the moment" causing you to giggle, "just like how your hard on is ruining the moment by poking my stomach, can't even be romantic with my boyfriend" you huff and lay down on your side facing away from him pretending to be mad.
Jungkook pinches your hips, "cmon turn around" and you don't.
But jungkook takes this as a perfect opportunity to hit your butt, the sound of his hands hitting your butt echoes through your ears as you yelp and bring your hands to cover your rear. "Stop that jeon, it hurts" making jungkook coo and rub your butt and he proceeds to pat it, " there you go all better or do u want me to kiss it better?"
"Talk to me when your hard on is gone", you say.
Jungkook sighs and lifts your head and slides it onto his arm, as a pillow and hugs your waist from behind. "What are you doing" , "spooning my baby, what can I do when my girlfriends being all cute and sexy, ofcourse I'm gonna get hard" you blush as you feel his hard on on your back.
You turn around in his arm and wrap your arms around his neck, making him wrap his arms around your waist, you both smile at each other and you slowly inch closer, you feel his breath on you're lips and you pull him closer and press your lips on his, his hands immediately grip you tighter and pull you closer causing you to whimper. Jungkook groans at that and pushes his tounge inside your mouth roughly and grips your chin to pull you even more closer, making you pull away from the absence of air, whimpering. But you have no time to catch your breath as a pair of lips proceeds to press itself on your lips and jungkooks hand pulls you even more closer, you try pushing him away by his chest, but he doesn't even budge.
"I c-cant breathe m-mphh* resulting in jungkook to finally pull away and giggle.
All this loving peace lasts for a moment until we see an old couple walking up to us yelling about public indecency causing you to freak out and get up and trying to make jungkook get up, "jungkook come on let's run", "baby tf are they gonna do, let them fucking come ill take care of them, don't be scared"
"JUNGKOOK IF YOU DONT GET UP RIGHT NOW I SWEAR IM GONNA CRY" this threat results in jungkook complying as you both hold each others hands and make a run for it as the old couples curses slowly dissappear into thin air and the only thing that's audible is the laughter that vibrates off of your chest, and the pure love you have for each other, at this moment you silently look up at jungkook and admire him and you realize how lucky you are to have a man like him.
"Stop looking at me like that if you don't want me to eat you", "you know what I'm hungry jungkook". After a back and forth argument of where to eat, you both decide to eat at this sushi place, as you told you're boyfriend you've never had sushi.
"Come on baby order anything you want, I'll pay" causing you to giggle "ofc sugar daddy"
"I can be your daddy if you like"
"JUNGKOOK", "I'm sorry"
You regret this, you can't eat it, you feel like throwing up, "it tastes so bad, how do people eat this?" Causing jungkook to act like he was offended "how dare you say that to my baby, she tastes so good, baby you don't have to eat it, order something else If you want"
That night when you had food poisoning, jungkook was the one who held your hair back when you threw up, he was the one who made sure you fell asleep with no discomfort, he made sure to stay awake to ensure you don't wake up in the middle of the night due to discomfort, he was the one who made sure you were warm and comfortable, he was the one who loved you, he was the one who put up with your tantrums, he was the one who let's you cuddle him every night even though he pretends to hate it, he is the one who always offers a shoulder to cry on or put your legs on.
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needy at three am | jjk (m)
pairing; jungkook x f. reader
wc; 1.2k
genre; smut/fluff, established relationship!au, slice of life!au
warnings; swearing, fingering, unprotected sex, a bit of dirty talk, cream pie
a/n; it’s 4 am … don’t ask me what this is 🫠
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it’s barely half past three am when his arm slides around your waist to pull you closer, his entire front flush against your back. his hand slips underneath the small top you decided to wear to bed, his warm palm sliding over the skin of your stomach and all the way up to your chest, cupping a breast.
you stir awake when you feel his lips on your neck, leaving a string of sensual, soft kisses against your skin. his hand gives your breast a soft squeeze, thumb brushing over your nipple, causing it to stiffen. a soft moan leaves you, the sound making his hips buck against you.
you know what he wants.
it’s not unusual for him to do this in the middle of the night, he’s done it before.
so when his hand lets go of your breast to slide down the expanse of your stomach towards the hem of your panties, you part your legs just a bit to make space for him. a soft sigh escapes your lips when his hand dips underneath the waistband of your panties, two fingers slipping between your folds.
a low groan emits from him when he feels your wetness, fingertips circling your clit a few times before sinking into you. you whimper, pushing back against his bulging cock. his lips continue to leave kisses against your neck, softly sucking and biting every now and then.
“fuck,” you whisper-moan into the darkness of your shared bedroom, sleep laced within your voice and eyes closed shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip to prevent yourself from moaning out loud – not that anyone would hear you except for the next-door neighbor maybe.
jungkook feels your walls tighten around his fingers as he curls them inside of you, brushing that sweet spot that usually has you mewling and squirming in his hold. no mewling tonight but squirming? definitely.
soft and quiet whimpers tumbles from your lips in a string of pleasure as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. he grinds against you from behind, his hardened cock slotted between your cheeks. the mixed feeling of his cock and his fingers causes you to spread your legs even more, jungkook’s thumb finding your clit.
“oh god- jungkook!” you moan a bit louder this time, feeling the string within your abdomen tightening until it snaps, a giant wave of pleasure rippling through your body.
jungkook grunts when he feels your walls tighten as you come around his fingers, your pussy sucking them in as pleasure washes over you, reaching your toes and fingertips. he’s breathing heavily against the shell of your ear as he slowly fingers you through your orgasm, leaving a few kisses against your temple.
“kook,” you whisper after a moment of complete silence, the only sounds being your heavy breathing. he hums, knowing exactly what you want, the tone of your voice telling him all he needs to know. familiar excitement swirls in your stomach as he removes his fingers from your heat only to reach for the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down just enough to free himself.
his hand hooks underneath your the crook of your knee to spread your legs again, lifting your leg up just enough for you to reach down to wrap a hand around him. jungkook hisses as your hand touches his swollen cock, thumb brushing over the tip before placing it by your entrance.
jungkook swears underneath his breath, hand tightening around your thigh as he spreads you even more before sinking into you. the wetness from your orgasm making it easy for him to slip inside without resistance.
you gasp softly at the feeling, heartbeat quickening as he bottoms out, filling you to the very brim. his breathing is heavy from behind you, brushing against your cheek as he pulls out again only to push back inside.
“shit,” he groans quietly, the squelching sound of his cock wrapped in your warm wetness filling the bedroom with sinful sounds. you whimper when he picks up the pace and force of his thrusts, the tip of his cock hitting deeply within you while his shaft rubs against your clit.
“ohh- fuck, feels so good,” you moan, hand reaching back to tangle itself in his black strands of hair.
“yeah?” jungkook rasps as he hooks your leg over his own, allowing him to reach up to grab your jaw, turning your head. you can barely make out the glint in his eyes through the darkness, goosebumps rising upon your skin as you feel his ragged breath against your lips. “you love it when i wake you up in the middle of the night to fuck, don’t you?”
“yes,” you breathlessly answer him, hand tugging at his hair in a weak attempt to pull him in for a kiss.
jungkook smiles at your desperation as he lets you pull him down, connecting your mouth with his in a kiss. his cock twitches within you as you moan against his lips, the sound going straight to his cock as he continues to fuck you, make love to you in the middle of the night as if neither of you don’t have a job to attend in a few hours.
“kook- ‘m close…” you whimper against his mouth.
you didn’t have to tell him, he can feel it in the way your walls are tightening around him. sucking him in just like you did when he fingered you before.
before he can do anything to help you reach your high faster, you reach down to circle your clit. jungkook’s hand bumps against yours as he reaches down to do the exact same thing. he groans against your lips when he realizes you’re trying to get yourself off while his cock is in you.
“fuck, that’s it, baby,” he rasps, hand going back to hold your leg, keeping your legs spread as he thrusts into you over and over again. “come around my cock.”
“oh my god,” you whine, feeling that tightness within your abdomen once again. “kook, please-“
jungkook groans, feeling himself reaching the high as your walls keep loosening and tightening around him, sucking him in so deep.
“gonna come,” he tells you, “come with me, ____-“
his words, your fingers circling your clit, his cock inside of you, his hand tightly gripping your leg – it’s all too much and too fucking good all at once, a mix of it all causing you to tip over for a second time tonight.
“oh god, oh god-“ you cry, feeling your second orgasm run through you in overwhelming pleasure. jungkook stills within you, emptying himself and covering your walls with hot, white cum.
“fucking hell,” he hisses, hand letting go of your leg, allowing it to fall down.
you’re trying to catch your breath, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths as jungkook wraps his arm around your waist. you close your eyes, enjoying the blissful feeling of post-orgasm as you both come down from your highs, the only sound being your heavy breathing.
“i think three am sex is my favorite kind of sex,” jungkook quietly says, breaking the comfortable silence.
a soft laugh emits from your throat, “is that so?”
he smiles and tightens his arm around you, “yeah, there’s just something about it. i don’t know what it is.”
you smile, sliding your palm over the skin of his arm. when you reach his hand, you bring it up to your lips, pressing a few soft kisses to it. you feel jungkook’s smile widen against the skin of your shoulder.
“i know exactly what you mean.”
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BAD BOY! JEONGGUK X READER
Established Au (I'm so weak for these man...)
WARNINGZ: this is literally PWP, rough sex, unprotected, ass eating and oral sex (f receives), semi public, degrading, spitting, lowkey town bully jk, jk carries a switchblade, jk is mean, he's really a bitch in this one, jk says he’d pull out but he lied, Jk is REALLY ROUGH .I think that's it idk.
an: I just wanted to practice writing smut... that’s it. THIS IS VERY UNEDITED I've edited it.
word count: 3.7k
The echoes of the past lingered in the present, like ghosts watching the living from the sidelines. The air was cold and harsh against your skin. You wished they’d close the windows already. Your heart was as heavy as the leaves plummeting from trees, and your mind appeared to be cloudy, much like the grey cloud filled sky. You were bored out of your mind.
The winds were harsh, and the roads were empty, like a ghost town. Nobody could be seen for miles. Fall had come quicker than you’d thought, and while most were dressing up and going to parties, you were not. Instead, you were sitting in the empty diner your grandparents owned. “You’re still waiting for Jeongguk?” Your sister asked. She didn’t bat an eye when you didn’t reply, as she knew the answer. Instead, she just smiles and continues to whistle along to Monster Mash. “I’m closing up, so… go home reasonably. Don’t wait here all day. Make sure you lock everything back.” She says as she makes her way to the back.
You’re still looking out the window, waiting for him. Jeongguk wasn’t the on time type, you knew better than to expect him to be on time. It was currently four pm. He’s always late to everything the two of you plan and you’ve learned to stop letting it bother you.
You’re straightening out your little red riding hood costume after putting it on. Your are kind of glad Jeongguk is very late. If he arrived earlier, you wouldn't have time to put on your costume. With your sister gone, you don’t have to worry about the judging statements from her, and ultimately your mother. You tighten the corset around your waist and attempt to pull the short dress down. It only stops at your upper thigh. No worries, your black lacy thigh socks cover a bit more skin than the dress itself. And finally, knee-high boots, laced up neatly, adorn your feet. You couldn’t wait to see Jeongguk’s reaction. He’s always said he wanted to see you in skimpy clothing, always wants to show you off.
It’s six pm when you hear the howling laughter of your boyfriend’s friends along with the screeching of his tires. Jeongguk is already out of the car by the time you come out of the diner, locking the diner up. His eyes are widening and there’s an excited grin on his face. One similar to that of a child in a candy store. Or, a kid opening a gift on Christmas Day. “I am sorry I’m late…” he trails off, looking you up and down shamelessly.
He takes the cherry lollipop out of his lips as he leans down to kiss you. “Little red..” He mumbles against your lips. The two of you are pulled out of your trance when you hear his friend’s whistle. “Goddamn Yn!” One of them exclaims from the back seat of Jeongguk’s 1968 mustang. Jeongguk rolls his eyes, placing the lollipop back in his mouth, further staining his plush bottom lip a deep cherry red.
He runs his hands through his gelled hair, “Shall we?” He invites, leading you to the passenger’s side, and opening the door for you.
You cannot get over how hot he looks. He’s dressed like a greaser, and although it’s how he dresses any other day. Looking good in nothing but jeans, a black leather jacket, and a white t-shirt, it’s so on brand for him. The car only adds to his costume’s aesthetic, and it’s taking your mind for quite the ride.
As you’re driving down the now filled streets, his friends are getting rowdier and rowdier. Oh, how you hated Jimin and Taehyung sometimes.
“Is that Nick Watson?” Taehyung exclaims, poking his finger out of the window. You look at Jeongguk with an annoyed look. He just returns an apologetic grin. You knew what was coming next. Jeongguk isn’t exactly a model citizen, nor student. With your senior year of High School almost up, he’d made quite a name for himself. He was the typical bad boy, carried switchblades, wore leather jackets, ditched, and most importantly, loved to pick on underclassmen.
He drives closer to the boy, slowing down to match his pace.
“Hi Nicky..” Taehyung waves at the boy with a teasing smile. The boy looks at the car and groans. “What do you guys want?” He asks, visibly upset at the sight of your boyfriend and his friends. “Where the fuck is my English essay?” Taehyung asks, tone becoming dark at an alarmingly fast rate.
The boy sighs, “I didn’t do it.” He shrugs, a shiver in his voice showing he’s scared. The boys don’t miss it.
Jimin lets out an obnoxious giggle. “You sound like you’re about to piss yourself Nick!”
The boys laugh out. Jeongguk doesn’t speak, eyes never leaving Nick’s form as he continues to walk.
You hate when Jeongguk does this; he knows that too. Hence his silence. What’s even worse is you feel bad. You used to babysit his younger brother. You lean up so he could see you through Jeongguk’s window. “Hey Nick.” You wave at him, a very futile attempt to lighten the situation.
The boy looks at you with a dazed look, mouth falling agape. “H-hi Yn, you look pretty.” He stumbles over his words a bit, eyes drinking in the few bits of skin visible from the passenger’s seat.
Jeongguk doesn’t like flustered the boy becomes looking at you. He slams his foot on the brake; you yelp at the suddenness of his action. He pulls the switchblade from his pocket and points it out of the window. It’s pointed toward the young boy, and the look in Jeongguk’s eye cut deeper more than the blade could. The volatile illusion created by the darkness and the street lamps make him absolutely insane. The boy’s feet become stuck in their position as his eyes widen.
“Listen to me… the Essay better be done by Monday, and I’m not fucking joking, do you understand?”
The car goes quiet, and all is heard is crickets and echoes of laughter from the suddenly vacant streets.
Trembling, he nods. Jeongguk rolls the window up before driving off, leaving the boy behind in the smoke emitting from his exhaust.
Taehyung and Jimin bellow with laughter. Sounding similar to hyenas. You look at Jeongguk with disbelief and he ignores your look. He doesn’t enjoy disappointing you; he doesn’t even want to think about it. You huff in annoyance, turning your head to look at the bustling sidewalks.
When the two of you arrive at an abandoned house that was alive with loud, drunk young adults. You’re standing in front of the gates that are falling apart, and Jeongguk is right behind you, sensing your irritation.
“An abandoned house?” you question, raising your eyebrow. Jeongguk gazes at you with an indecipherable expression before he pulls you aside. “You guys go ahead. We’ll meet you inside.” Jeongguk directs his statement to Taehyung and Jimin who are lingering on the steps of the house, but his eyes are looking into yours. You can tell be his locked jaw and the thick swallows he takes, he’s annoyed.
“The fuck is your problem?” He inquiries, whipping out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. As he’s lighting it, you’re sighing, stepping back. “I really wish you didn’t do that.” You suspire.
“Yeah, well, you wish I didn’t do a lot of things. Take it or fucking leave it, and drop the attitude.”
It took a person with an abundance of patience to deal with Jeongguk. The boy was cruel, and it took someone who could look past these qualities to love him. You cannot do that right now. He is smoking a death stick and cursing at you. You cannot sit and have a conversation with him. You decide to walk away to let him cool down. He really doesn’t like that. He grips your wrist tightly. “Don’t fucking walk away from me while I’m talking to you.” He spits, letting you go.
He trusts you wouldn’t walk away. You were obedient, rarely defiant. And just as he thought, you stayed in place, crossing your arms as you look at the grassy ground beneath you. He sighs, “You know I hate that.” He states, putting the cigarette out, and stepping closer to you.
The air that hits your skin is far from comforting, and the lump in your throat grows bigger. You knew Jeongguk would never hurt you physically, but he was still too rough with you. He doesn’t see an issue with how he speaks to you when he gets upset, his only excuse being ‘you deserved it.’ or ‘ you pissed me off.’. It’s taking a toll on you.
He always expected you to listen to him, consider his concerns and fix things he didn’t like. But how you felt never mattered. If that’s how things are going to be, you should just end things.
“Don’t you dare.” He says. It’s sharp, but he doesn’t mean for it to sound that way. “Do not cry Yn.” He mumbles, trying to keep his tone in check. Your lip quivers and you turn away from him so he couldn’t see the tear that slips down your cheek. He sighs, wrapping his arms around your waist. The hug is awkward as he’s holding you from the side, and you refuse to look at him. He doesn’t care though, he just rests his chin on your head. “Really, you’re a fucking idiot.” He murmurs. He doesn’t mean it. It’s really like a term of endearment, and he trusts you to know that.
“Come on.” He tilts his head toward the yard of the large estate. You mindlessly follow him, his hand holding yours. The trees are tall, and the house becomes a distant memory as he leads you past it.
The trees. Woodsy, it only adds to your melancholy, as you know you think of how unfair he is toward you.
He stops walking, but he only pulls you closer to him. You take in your surroundings; he led you deep into the woods that sat dauntingly behind the dated house.
“Why are we out here?” You sniffle, wiping the few tears from your face. “‘Cause no one will hear us here.”
You pause, “What do you mean?” He pauses briefly before grabbing you by the chin and stopping you from moving. He still doesn’t answer you as his hands fall to your back. He leans against a tree and his head falls into your neck. “Here you are… looking so sexy, so good, and you’re crying.” He states, shaking his head disapprovingly. He pecks your neck a few times, taking in your scent.
You’re frigid in his hold, allowing him to do whatever. His hands creep down to your ass, the dress eagerly riding up underneath his palms. You whisper his name with a warning, and Jeongguk ignores it. He pulls your body impossibly closer to his body and allows you to feel the erection in his jeans. “Kookie, no! What if someone catches us?” He cringes at the nickname but ignores it. “No one will catch us. Stop worrying and trust me.” He whispers against your neck, warm breath tickling your skin and leaving goosebumps in its radius.
You can’t contain the moan building in your throat when his hands slip into your underwear. He’s just toying with the fabric, leaving ghost like touches on your inner thighs.
“We can’t.” You try placing your hands on his wrists, but you can’t bring yourself to stop him. “Why?” He gently runs his finger of your moistening slit. You whimper, head falling into his neck. “We don’t have condoms.” You state. It’s impossible to look at him, not like this. You’ll crumble. He continues playing with the increasing amount of slick dripping on his fingers and spreading over your inner thighs.
“I could pull out..” He offers. Alarms in your head are going off, and you’re about to lecture him about the irresponsible suggestion he made when he removes his hands from your underwear. You whine at the removal, and whine much louder when he brings his wet fingertips to his lips, sucking on them with tumultuous, lewd groans.
“So fuckin’ good.” He mumbles, fingers still in his mouth.
You’re embarrassed at the amount of wetness that gushes out of you at the action. He knows you’re weak for him, and he knows he’ll get what he wants. “Get against the tree and bend over.” He whispers against the shell of your ear.
He lets you go, and he stands behind you. You scramble to follow his instructions; you place your hands on the tree, bending over. He hums to himself. You can’t see him as you’re face to face with the bark of the tree. He moves closely behind you, his clothed erection touching your ass. He wastes no time pulling your panties down to your knees. “Fuck..” He whispers. You can hear the impact of something hitting the floor, and soon you can feel his hands gripping your ass cheeks and spreading them. His warm breath hits the plump cheeks. You gasp at the foreign feel of his tongue flat on your pussy. He drinks your growing wetness in contently, sighing every new and then. You cry out brazenly. His tongue dips inside of you teasingly before he pulls away. You whine, begging for him not to stop. There are a few silent beats before his grip on your ass cheeks tighten and you wince at his fingernails digging into your skin. You yelp loudly when you feel his tongue prodding at your tight, untouched hole. It’s new. He’d never done that before. He drags his tongue down to your core, slurping the juices that have gathered for him. With another pornographic drag of his tongue, he’s back, poking at your asshole. You rest your forehead on the tree, moans spilling out of you in surprise and pleasure.
His tongue is back on your pussy. He pushes his head further between your ass. He’s able to reach your clit. Your pussy was dripping. Juices were falling into his mouth as he poked at it. It’s so dirty, so perverted, the thought of your slick dripping into his mouth and him thirstily waiting. The way he drinks from your core like your juices were a nectar from the juiciest fruit in a magical forest. It shouldn’t make you so kindled. “You gonna cum?” He asks against your slit, his mouth not allowing you to reply as he keeps pulling moans from you. He slurps, every so often bringing the wetness up to your asshole. He pulls back for a moment, leaving you awaiting what he’ll do to you next. You stand by, cold air hitting your hot skin. It’s not enough to cool you down. You shiver, but it’s not because of the chill of the night.
You sigh loudly when you feel his fingers; he rubs your clit.
He is dragging you closer and closer to orgasm. You can’t shake the feeling of possibly being caught. The thought is licentious as you grow hotter. You can still hear the loud music screaming from the house through the woods. It allows you to become comfortable with your volume, not a care in the world as you cry out at every little thing he does. His fingers dip into your pussy, just for a moment. It’s so sweet, so fucking good, so euphoric for a small minute. He takes it from you. He was a cruel profligate. You want to turn around, yell at him, and you almost do until you feel his finger dancing around your virgin hole. You mumble his name, shakily, nervous. This was the first time you had done this. He was diving into new, deep waters. You wouldn’t stop him. It would be a lie to say you weren’t intrigued.
“You like this, don’t you?” He asks, from behind you, he’s still on his knees. You can only nod, embarrassed at your obscene behavior. He lets out a hoarse chuckle, and it causes more juice to trickle down your thighs. “Such a slut… you wanna be fucked in the ass?” He hums, his finger smoothly pushing inside. It’s alien, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t feel uncomfortable, it just feels weird. It feels like you’re being stuffed, like there’s something occupying your hole, and it’s weirdly making your pussy clench. You want more.
You don’t have to ask though. He’s pushing in another finger so you’re filled by two. The stretch becomes uncomfortable, but it’s bearable, and you like it. You can’t stop whining, and you can’t stop clenching around nothing. Your pussy starts spasming when he fingers your ass, his fingers moving at a tolerable pace.
“Look how wet you’re getting… you’re fucking disgusting.” He says. You cry out, shamelessly nodding at his words. He leans in, tongue out to collect your nectar straight from the tap. His fingers and his tongue speed up a few moments later. He’s energetically lapping up what you have to give as he continues to finger-fuck your ass at a now merciless pace. You can’t hold yourself up much long, legs and arms giving out as you cum harder than you’ve ever came before. He’s quick to catch you. His fingers are pulled out of your ass, and he’s standing, holding you up by your waist. Your back against his chest as you're trying to catch your breath. “Fuck… you squirted from that?” He teases, kissing your reddened cheek. He wipes the sweat from your forehead with the back of his hand. The sweet moment falls short as he roughly turns you around to face him and pushes you against the tree. Your head will kill you after this, but you can’t bring it yourself to care. He doesn’t break eye contact as he undoes his belt and pulls his pants along with his underwear down. There’s a quiet mewl caught in your throat when you see the red leaking tip of his cock.
You swear you could feel your mouth water; you want to devour him. But you know he won’t let you. With his cock so hard, and desperate to be held tightly by your divine walls, he wouldn’t think of doing anything besides fucking you.
He lifts one of your legs up, hooking it under his arm. Your leg dangles loosely over his forearm as you watch him stroke himself with his free hand. He leans in to kiss you, his cock sliding under your exposed slit. The kiss is wet and desperate. You cut yourself when your teeth scrape together, feeling swollen and desperate as your tongues tussle. Your grip on his hair is bruising, and he’s pushing you against the tree so hard you’re worried you’ll get splinters when the two of you are done. You arch your body, letting your pussy drape over his cock as he grinds over your slick folds. Your pussy lips cling to his cock, rivulets of excitement swelling as he changes direction, pushing the entire shaft in. You scream in surprise and pain. You whimper at the bittersweet feeling of his cock stretching you.
“Baby, it hurts.” You whimper, your head falling limp against the tree. He just grunts, pushing into you until he bottoms out. “Does it hurt, baby?” He asks, feigning concern. You nod, whining at the vigorous stretch. “You wanna act like a fucking brat? You get treated like one.” He hisses, grabbing your jaw pitilessly. He leaves his hand on your face, pressing your head into the tree, you whimper pitifully.
You hate how much you love It. He’s fucking like you were an inanimate object, as if you were there for solely his pleasure. You hate how loud you grow at his remorseless pace. You hate how he grips too tight, bruises you with too much force. You hate how in control he is. You hate how you want it to stay that way.
He groans loudly when he feels you gushing around him, smirking at you. Your eyes fall into the back of your head as your mouth feels pried open to let the lewd noises travel through the woods. You close your eyes and envelop yourself in the blanket of pleasure, groaning, mindfucked into another dimension. He feels a sudden rush of adrenaline as he approaches his high. Roughly, he grabs your face, forcing you to give him your attention. He shamelessly spits in your mouth, “Jump.” He grunts, bending down and placing your leg underneath his other arm. You cry, doing as he says, although its not as easy as it seemed. Your legs were like jelly and jumping felt like the hardest thing to do. You keep attempting to jump as he grows impatient, condescending chuckle leaving his mouth. “You’re so fucking stupid, you know that?” He lifts you almost effortlessly against the tree.
He continues fucking into you for the lone purpose of cumming. You cum, but he ignores it, he continues even with your tightening walls. You’re fucked into oblivion at this point, body spasming with each thrust. His upper body pulses correspondingly with each thrust, and you feel his seed bursting into you. You yelp as he’s falling against the tree, exhausted. “That was pretty intense.” For some reason, you can’t seem to speak. You just swallow and nod. He gently lets you down, you feet touching the floor but giving out from under you. You grip his shoulders for support. “We fucked each other up…” he trails off, chest heaving with each breath. After a short while of looking at each other, saying nothing, the fiery glare is fading.
“You do know I love you, right?” You just nod, your body falling into his as the two of you walk back to his car. He smiles, draping his arm around your neck and bringing you closer. You reach your hand up and check the side of his cheek. Gently, you stroke his face. “I’m exhausted..” you mumble, climbing into the passenger’s seat. He gets into his side, fastening his belt. “I have to take you back home.” You groan, getting comfortable in the leather seats. “Why don’t you just come in with me? You can leave in the morning.”
And he does. He sneaks into your house in the dead of night to hold you tight as the two of you drift off. You’re the first to wake up, but for once in your life, you don ’t do anything about it. That was by far your favorite Halloween.
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Stay With Me | Take Two
exhusband!jungkook, dad!jungkook, EX2L, fluff, angst, smut
Word Count - 2k
Drabble 1 - Things between you and Jungkook take an unexpected turn. Warnings: swearing, illness, panic, mentions of sex, high key very cute. Important note: this is now a series and not a miniseries
SERIES COLLECTION
One month into your rekindled relationship with Jungkook and things are going better than you could’ve ever imagined. He’s romantic, tentative, compassionate and kind. The Jungkook you’re dating now is the best version of him you’ve ever known. But it’s tricky sneaking each other in and out of the other’s home when Seol is around, giving that you’re yet to tell him that his parents have decided to give their relationship another go.
You and Jungkook are falling madly in love with each other all over again. It’s exciting and fresh and sensual and makes your bones tingle with a new love and respect for the man each and every time you see him. Staying up all night on FaceTime like teenagers, fucking like pornstars, making new memories together and enjoying every moment of it. So hiding your relationship from your son seems like a very small price to pay all things considered. You don’t want to confuse him. You and Kook have spoken about it at length by this point and you’ve agreed that you’ll find a way to tell him in the coming weeks. It’s not like there’s any rush.
It's a normal Wednesday morning and Seol is already at school, you’ve called in sick to work today since you’re feeling a little under the weather. Which is a good thing really, because it means you’re home for the delivery man when he rings your doorbell at almost 10AM.
“Oh? Hi.” You grin, opening the front door with a slight confused frown.
“Morning! Can you just sign here please? Thanks.”
The delivery man looks no older than nineteen and can’t wait to get off your porch, leaving you stood at your door in silky champagne coloured pyjamas with a huge box. It’s not too heavy when you bring it inside and it takes you less than ten seconds to find a knife and tear it open.
A huge bouquet of flowers in varying shades of pink. You smile, reaching for the card.
To the only woman I’ve ever loved, thank you for giving me a second chance. Here’s to take two. – Jungkook
You don’t have long to bask in the glory of his romantic gesture because soon you’re throwing up in the kitchen sink albeit rather violently and unexpectedly. You feel like shit. Your back is in agony, your head is pounding, these past couple days you’ve felt constantly nauseous and your breasts are sore. So sore that you’ve had to ask Jungkook to stop touching them during your intimate nights with him, much to his disappointment.
You tell yourself it’s probably because your period is due soon, you do feel a little emotional and you’re due in… Actually… Your eyes widen when you’re hunched over the sink, hand coming to cover your sick-stained mouth in shock.
You’re a week late.
It’s lunchtime when you show up unannounced at Jungkook’s place of work with his favourite steak salad from a small café he frequents. He’s been in the same job for years and you already know all his colleagues, receiving a myriad of ‘hellos’ and ‘so nice to see you Y/N!’ from them when you arrive. It’s his best friend Jimin that lets you in the building, making small talk with you about ‘how happy Kook has been recently’ as he guides you up the stairs. You feign an enthusiastic grin when he speaks, smoothing down the material of your simple burgundy dress when you reach Kook’s office.
Jimin has always been nice to you, even when you and Jungkook initially divorced he never berated you or made you feel like an evil bitch for breaking his best friend’s heart. He’s Seol’s god father too, giving that Kook has known him since college and considers him to be his closest friend. You’ve always liked him, you have a lot of time for him and his wife Ava.
“He’s in here, nice of you to come surprise him at work I’m sure he’s gonna love it.” He winks, flashing you a devilish smile. “It’s really nice to see you Y/N. We’ll have to catch up soon, yeah? Maybe the four of us can double again now that... Well yknow!” Jimin’s voice is hopeful and light, mirroring his bright smile, the complete opposite of how you feel in this moment.
Terrified. Weighed with concern. Trying to hold yourself together.
“Yeah definitely. Tell Ava I said hello, and it’s good to see you again too.” You nod, taking a breath before slipping inside your ex-husband stroke new boyfriend’s office.
Jungkook spots you immediately. His doe-eyes are sparkling with joy and surprise when you make your way over to his desk. He’s wearing a crisp white shirt and black tie, paired with tailor fitted trousers of the same colour and Oxford shoes. He looks good, handsome as always. His shirt is rolled up to his elbows, flaunting his permanent artwork.
“Y/N? To what do I owe the pleasure? Did you get the flowers?” He grins, gesturing for you to take the spare seat opposite him.
“Hey…Yeah I did thank you, they’re beautiful…” You sigh shakily, “Brought you some lunch.”
“Thank you, that’s so thoughtful.” He hums, “How come you’re not at work?”
“Uhh, actually I’m not feeling great.” You admit with cautious eyes, holding out the bag of food. “Can you take this please? The smell is making me…” You grimace.
“Oh yeah sure.” Jungkook stands, taking the meal with pinched brows. “Thank you for bringing this. Are you okay?”
You pause. Internally screaming. You were careful, you were safe. Except that one time you wasn’t but still you took the plan B less than twelve hours after it happened. This can’t be happening. You sigh, eyes squeezed shut.
It’s not like it’s confirmed but you’ve only ever felt like this once before, and the outcome of the nausea and aching breasts was the birth of your son. Oh god, childbirth. You sigh again, this time the sound laced with anxiety. It’s when you finally take a seat that Kook makes his way round the desk and perches himself on the furniture in front of you, taking your hand in his before bringing it to his lips where he gently kisses it.
He’s frowning, smile fading. “Y/N are you okay?”
Communication. All you need is communication. That’s all you’ve ever needed.
“Um-, is there any chance you can take the afternoon off?”
Jungkook nods, sweetly tracing his thumb back and forth on your hand. His brows are still knitted together when he nervously gnaws his lower lip, gaze never leaving yours.
“Of course I can yeah, that’s no problem but… Why am I taking the afternoon off?”
“I need you to come to the doctors with me.” You don’t know why you’re crying, but you are. It’s all a little overwhelming. You have a twelve year old son, he’s almost thirteen. He’ll be almost fourteen by the time… When you… If you are… Shit. More tears spill down your cheeks, so much so that your breath hitches in your throat.
“Hey hey hey, shhh…” Jungkook’s quick to sink to his knees on his office floor next to your chair, gripping your trembling hands. He’s looking up at you with hooded eyes brimming with genuine fear and worry. “The doctor? Baby are you okay? Tell me what’s going on please... you’re scaring me.”
Baby. You sob.
“I-, I think…”
The way Jungkook hangs onto your every word with concerned features breaks your heart. He’s going to freak out so much. You’ve only just got back together, and he was the one who said ‘let’s not rush this, let’s not put pressure on this’ and here you are, sitting here potentially carrying something that’s going to do exactly that. You can’t do this alone, he has to know. You swallow, blinking away the tears and averting your stare to the corner of the room.
Your voice is merely a whisper, “Kook… I think I’m pregnant.”
There’s a brief silence, it’s deafening.
“…Okay.” He nods once with a neutral face, “Call your doctor and make an appointment for this afternoon, we can take my car. Hey, please don’t cry…”
“Y-you’re not… You’re not freaking out. Why aren’t you freaking out?” Your lip quivers when you speak, messily wiping away your cries with your free hand.
How is he so…okay right now? Here you are, his ex-wife, girlfriend of one month, in your mid-thirties with a near teenager at school who doesn’t even know that you’re back together. Sitting in his office having a fucking mental breakdown that you’ve just sprung on him out of nowhere.
“Why would I freak out about this?” His tone is calm, mirroring his body-language and closed smile. “This is going to be fine, whatever happens you’ll be okay I promise. I’m here, I’ve got you. Come on let’s go, call your doctor. You’re not gonna throw up if I eat this in the car are you?”
For the first time today you manage to choke out a tiny chuckle, “I can’t promise anything...”
“Congratulations. It’s positive.” Dr Kim smiles in his office, confirming your suspicions.
Jungkook sits beside you, squeezing your hand tightly. From the corner of your eye you see his wide grin, his pearly white teeth contrasting against the tanned glowing skin of his chiselled face. He looks… genuinely thrilled.
Whereas your chest feels tight with fear and uncertainty. So many thoughts are whirling round your brain right now. Are you ready to be a new mother again? Do you want to be a new mother again? Babies are such hard work. You were a lot younger last time, not to mention you were married and now you and Jungkook are just barely partners and oh look at that you’re almost crying again. Pregnancy hormones. Great.
“This is your second pregnancy isn’t it?” Dr Kim’s voice is smooth and professional, he’s watching your reaction to this news with understanding and relaxed features. “Forgive me for assuming, but you seem surprised?”
You swallow thickly, lips trembling when you open your mouth to talk. “Second pregnancy yes… And yes uh-, my first pregnancy was planned but this one… not so much.”
Jungkook lifts your hand to his lips and plants a sweet kiss to the back of it. “Our first pregnancy was planned, our son is almost thirteen now so as you can imagine we thought we were done having babies a long time ago.” He chuckles, still grinning, his next sentence catches you off-guard and you turn to face him, stunned. “But this is the best possible surprise I could’ve ever asked for.”
It suddenly registers with you that you’re actually pregnant.
You’re going to have another baby.
Kook’s hand rubs yours reassuringly when he speaks, “We’re around four weeks, right? One month? That’s the only time we didn’t-, well it has to be from then.” His cheeks must ache from the wide smile he’s still wearing, eyes shimmering with excitement.
“We can’t give you the exact dates until your first scan appointment, but the hCG levels in Y/N’s urine and bloodwork look good, nice and steady. Blood pressure is normal. Everything looks great Mr Jeon. So I need to refer you to a midwife who’ll be in touch with you to discuss what’s going—” His words fade into white noise while you digest the fact this is really happening.
So it turns out plan B is less affective when the woman is ovulating, you don’t track your monthly cycle but you guess you don’t have to now. You’re pregnant with Jungkook’s baby, another baby Jeon in the making in the depths of your uterus. You’re completely zoned out of any conversation, feeling simultaneously numb and overly emotional all at once.
A second pregnancy. A second child. A second chance for love.
Here’s to take two.
x
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this is my request omg a jjk ff with dubcon somnophilia, i want jk and oc to be like really close in their relationship bc it feels awkward if they’re not together lmao, mc is completely passed out having a wet dream and jk felt horny while hearing her sleepy moans then when she wakes up its bc jk is on top of her moaning😶🌫️ i don’t have that much creativity 😭 oooh and aftercare 🫶🏻
AND PLS PLS PLS LET JK BE WHINY AND NOT ASHAMED TO MOAN LOUDLY 😭😭 that’s like a kink of mine and i love it when they’re not ashamed
thank you smm love youu 🫶🏻
can it be like a bit long idk if i can choose a word count but at least can i FEEL the moment
JJK || Wet Dreams
warnings: smut (18+), somnophilia, dubcon, nicknames (non-sexual), vocal kink, fingering, top!jk, praise kink, soft fucking, marking, possessive!jk, begging, brief boob-touchin', unprotected sex* (don't do this), creampie
tags: boyfriend!jungkook x fem!reader
a/n: i have revised things here and there but i am satisfied with it now...mmm...enjoy. i love you too.
OMG OKAY so I think he'd initially be super panicked because-- he wouldn't know what to do but then he'd be like "hell, might as well..." because they had a previous convo about it....
...I'm catching your vibe. I know how to write this.
I get what you mean when you say you like it when guys aren't afraid to moan... and after they've been together for that long, I mean... *evil laugh* okay. I love my whiny boys.
"Hey babe--" you carefully pat Jungkook's chest while he's paying attention to the TV in your room. "Babe~"
Jungkook, with a slightly absent look on his face, shifts his focus to you. "Hm?" He hums.
"So you know that I really like it when we fuck when I'm tired," you start, rubbing slow circles on his torso with your palm.
"Mhmmm..." a smile peeks from his lips.
Your hands weave between his strands of hair, massaging him softly. He releases a soft moan.
"I have these wet dreams about you," you elaborate, your lips hovering over his as you articulate your fantasy. "I want them to be real."
Jungkook traces his fingers along your back and sighs, relaxing his body under you and admiring your touch.
"I want you to use me...whenever you need me," you continue, the vibration of your voice melting on his skin.
"I need you," he doesn't hesitate to respond. "More than anything, I love being inside of you," he speaks in your ear, practically whining for you.
A thrill send through your body. "I love having you inside me," you sigh, kissing him.
He deepens the kiss, desperately, but you're already half-asleep. So, in his arms, you rest.
For a few hours, you're tangled within one another in a deep sleep. Nothing disturbs you two, your breathing in unison with your bodies on top of one another.
He strokes your cheek with his thumb quietly. It's a little past midnight, and he's just woken up to a curious sound coming from you.
He doesn't recognize it at first, but as they get more intense, he realizes that you're moaning. Your eyebrows furrow in pleasure as you dream of your boyfriend. He knows you are, because you're quietly whimpering his name.
"Jungkook...Jungkook--" you gasp, weakly.
That goes straight to his dick. You must be dreaming about him. Intrigued, he moves around a bit.
Without disturbing you, he shifts positions so that he is over your peaceful-looking body.
His eyes watch your chest rise and fall with each breath, your lips slightly parted.
"Angel..." he calls you, his palm traveling to your jaw.
You lean against him unintentionally, your hips bucking. A far more intense moan floats from your mouth.
He bites his lip softly, blushing as his hands explore your gentle curves. You're so incredibly warm. He needs to be careful.
His gaze fall upon your panties, soaked through with your arousal. He experimentally glides his fingers inside you. You rise to the touch, fluttering around him.
Jungkook experimentally plays with your swollen clit, amazed at how drenched you are. He spreads it on your folds, wondering what exactly you're dreaming about that you're this wet.
"Jungkook,," you pout, unconsciously.
That's right. It's him. He places a gentle kiss on your lips. You're his and his only.
You gush around his fingers when he enters you, creating a lather of your juices around his digits.
Jungkook gasps. His dick twitches in his pants at the sight of it.
"Holy fuck that's a lot."
Without thought, he pulls out his cock and grinds it against your cunt, covering it in your arousal as loud, breathy groans spill from his mouth like sinful prayers.
He breaks out into a blissful smile. He hisses. "H--ahhh,"
His palms cup around your breasts, squeezing them lightly as his mouth obsesses over your sweet scent.
His tongue catches your skin between his lips, and he marks you, shamelessly and possessively. You're his to fuck and he won't ever let you forget it.
"So hot, so fucking hot..." he whines, his dick pushing up against your clit nicely. "Fuck~ fuck, Y/N,"
You take a labored breath in, holding on to his arms out of instinct.
He needs you, he needs you so bad. His mind spins as he plunges the crown of his cock into your heat. He groans, his eyes squeezing shut.
"Ahhh~ ahh~" he whimpers, his thighs shaking as he fills you to the brim with his dick.
Jungkook can't believe he's using you like this. It feels so incredibly right to take you in this state. You look so calm, yet you're experiencing something euphoric in you're dreams.
"Ohhh fuck~! Mmmh!" He cries, feeling you clench around him.
More than anything, he wants you to know just how good you're making his dick feel. He thrusts in messily, grabbing your thighs as your hot cunt clenches around him.
The smell of you, the taste of you, your touch, the sight of you, and the sound of you is enough to make him want to make every fiber of you scream with pleasure.
"Mmgh, mm-- mmm, mmgh, nngh, mmhhh~ mmh," he mews.
It's so good-- it's addictively good-- it's amazing. Whines spill from his mouth constantly as he chases his orgasm.
Your eyes carefully blink awake, and you're met with the sight of your boyfriend whimpering in desperation, his face in a panicked pleasure.
You're pulled in to his tangent, joining him in a passionate embrace.
You reach for him and kiss him, encouragingly, heatedly. You suck on his lip piercing, running your tongue over it a few times before breaking the kiss.
"Ohh~" he whines, between trembling moans. You're always finding new ways to play with him and it drives him crazy.
You wrap your legs around his thighs and pull him deeper into you so that you can feel his cock in your gut while you're still dazed.
"So fucking tight," he swallows. "Y/N, you're so good, you're so fucking good, I need to cum deep inside of you, please," he stutters. "Please. Please, Y/N,"
You meet his hands on your thighs and bring your hips forward. His eyes widen and lust overcomes him, you watch as it corrupts his every movement.
He kisses you, and kisses you again, and again.
Your eyes soften as you take his dick, only barely awake. His hold on you only strengthens as a result of the rigorous pace he's adopted.
A frustrated sigh leaves him as he bucks into your cunt haphazardly. His doe eyes flood with need. "Ngh~ ngh...ah--"
"Good, Kookie... that's my good boy," you praise, smiling shyly as you card your fingers through his soft, brown hair.
His sounds sharpen, sounding like pleas as he pounds into you absent-mindedly, your head between his hands. He places his forehead against yours, intimately.
His consistency pays off, and your orgasm overcomes you suddenly. You spasm, causing you to cling to him as his hips stutter to fill your cunt with his hot cum.
Jungkook spends a few moments gazing into your eyes and nuzzling you, kissing your neck and biting at your ear. "You looked so pretty~" he hums in your ear in a soft giggle.
You scratch his back with your nails, causing him to shiver.
"Ohhhh~" he groans. "More..." he asks.
"More? Here?" You scratch a little harder, near his shoulders.
"Mmm...mhmmm..." he thrums, kissing your face cutely. "I can't believe you're mine~" he says, his eyes full of stars.
"Oh, trust me, bunny...I can't either,"
Jungkook kisses your nose and lifts himself from you, careful with your sensitive body as he reaches for a hanging towel.
He hangs it over his shoulders and lifts you off the bed. "Bath time," he announces.
a/n: I hope this is long enough but I understand that all of my works are generally shorter 😅
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ummm i need an extra scene of Meadow couple exploring anal play pretty please
this is my formal drabble request
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Clarified with submitter they wanted pegging and so here we are! Hope this is what you were hoping for 😎 It is um pretty filthy so...
Story: Meadow
Characters: Jungkook and Enikö
Word Count: 4878
CW: Explicit sex! 18+, oh boy this is filthy: so much cum, rutting alpha wolf shifter who gets a lil' subby at the sight of his omega with a strapon, power play, dirty talk to begging, anal sex male receiving (fingers & dildo), rimming, prostate orgasm/milking, little bit of ball slapping and nipple pinching, so much cum (just saying it again), safeword is pineapple
At the start of Jungkook’s rut, Enikö found herself once again lamenting the seasons they’d missed out on because of her pregnancies. How could she not, once she fully understood what her alpha wolf was like in his rut? Why did people complain and roll their eyes about the season so much, and offer her sympathies, as if holing up with him in the uppermost floor of the house and getting fucked brainless for days until he calmed down was somehow a bad thing. Sometimes, enjoyably, several times in a season. It was filthy and glorious and they didn’t even have to feel guilty about the time away from their work and children because it was a medical need! He didn’t have a choice! Maybe he could have tried to suppress it with drugs but… why? Why not enjoy these days sequestered together, getting reacquainted with any inch of each others’ bodies that might have been neglected since last year? And the kids got so much time with their grandparents! Win win!
There was certainly not an inch of Enikö’s body that has been neglected in the last few days. Jungkook’s stamina on a normal day was impressive but after two full days of nearly non-stop fucking, Enikö’s own stamina was reaching its limit. Everything was sticky and sore, and Jungkook’s apologetic attempts to give her a back rub had just riled him up again. She wouldn’t have minded him fucking at the same time except it made the massage too inconsistent to be any good, at times too hard and at other times too soft as he grunted and gasped until his hips stuttered against hers and then he’d dozed off only to wake again hungry and ready to go again.
“I want to sleep,” she complained when her own attempts at a nap were interrupted.
“I know, baby, I know, one more and I’ll let you sleep,” he promised. Empty words. And she loved those empty words for the first two days but now… now she was ready for something else to finally be empty. She wanted to sleep! A shower and a sleep, and there was no way Jungkook was going to let her shower until he was truly empty and passed out enough to break the rut.
So the next time Jungkook began to rut against her leg after a frustratingly short meal on the couch, Enikö took matters into her own hands. When his lips moved against hers, she kissed him back harder, and then down his jaw and neck, nipping harder with each kiss until he shouted in pain and his dick twitched against her stomach.
“En,” he groaned.
“Turn over.”
“Huh?” His voice went lower, his eyes widened as he leaned back to look at her with a mixture of nerves and naked anticipation.
“You heard me, don’t make me say it again,” she teased, and snapped her teeth at his nose before going to dig through the chest of toys they kept tucked away up here. He sat on the couch, watching her expectantly, twitching dick the only thing moving. Poor baby was hard and leaking and sweaty, flushed, breathing heavily, watching her closely with those wide dark eyes that looked almost soft for the first time since they’d come up here. He’d felt the shift in dynamics and she was glad to see the impact. She hoped that meant this would work.
She took her time getting the harness on, enjoying how she could practically hear him swallow as she pulled the straps tight around her waist and thighs. She didn’t look his direction; she didn’t need to confirm his attention. Just grabbed a fresh bottle of lube and pushed her hips forward as she sauntered back to the couch, silicone dildo pointing right at him.
“It’s a bigger one,” he noticed, eyes trailing down her body. Already his behavior had changed. Gone was the growling, snapping, aggressive alpha with only a few strokes of her faux-phallus.
“Yes,” she confirmed. “But I know you can take it, alpha.”
He swallowed and licked his lips and shifted on the couch. It would be easy to read his behavior as nervous but by now, she knew it was more anticipation than fear. He’d been nervous in the beginning, sure, the first time he’d been too embarrassed to look her in the eye as he asked if she could “try that thing you like on me” after years of brushing the offer away. He still hadn’t been able to look her in the eye after either, after he’d orgasmed himself speechless, and it took a long time of soothing and scenting him to get him to curl up against her and admit he was scared about how good it had felt, how much he had loved being fucked by her, and what that meant about him as an alpha.
What she thought it meant was that he enjoyed getting fucked.
Which was good because it turned out Enikö really, really loved fucking her alpha.
His breath shuddered in a gasp as she grabbed his thigh and lifted his leg up; he grabbed the couch cushion like he thought she was just going to shove in but she only looked.
“You have covered me in your cum,” she mused. “Hold your leg.” He did, perfectly silent and still as she slid her hand down to brush against his asshole, her other hand still stroking the dildo. “You won’t let me shower or sleep–”
“You’re my mate,” he growled, briefly strong, eyes flickering gold. She stroked her finger over his asshole again and he shivered. It was amusing that he’d tried to sound so possessive while holding himself open for her like that. While trembling with anticipation of what she was going to do to him.
“You’re so full of cum,” she said. Just her fingers grazing his entrance made his eyes flutter closed. “I’m going to empty you out so we can both get some rest.”
“I’ll keep fucking you until I’m empty–”
She pressed her finger against his asshole and he broke off into a desperate whine. The noise made her shiver.
“My turn now, baby.”
His voice was much more submissive as he started to move, “You said turn over–”
“I changed my mind. Stay like this,” she decided. She let go of the dildo to run her hands up and down his thighs, spreading his legs the same way he did to her so often. It was a sacrifice, because his grunts as she’d spank him while fucking were so good, but he’d really put her through it this rut, her cunt ached from too much attention, and she would enjoy watching his face as he tried to stay so tough during his rut while splayed out on his back like this. His thighs twitched as she rubbed up and down; his cock bounced against his stomach, begging for touch. She kindly slid her fingers along his shaft and down around his balls, relishing in his groan. His knees bent when her fingers drifted back to his asshole, feet flexing like he was preparing to spring away.
“Yeah, like this,” she nodded. “I want you to cum all over your own stomach and chest.”
“En–”
“What’s wrong, too tough-guy to get marked by your own scent?” she teased. He didn’t answer as her fingers dug into the base of his cock, thumbs rubbing the softer skin behind his balls. She leaned forward and spit on his asshole and saw the ragged way his breath hitched in his chest. Everything she knew she had learned from him, which made it even more fun to see him affected by them..
Her tongue against his asshole loosened his voice again. His legs shifted, hips rocking as she held him open and lapped at his hole, then up to suck on his balls, then back down. All the while the sweetest gasps and choked moans floated down on her.
“I’m not even in you yet and you’re already whimpering,” she taunted, certain it was something he’d said to her before. He clenched as she poked her tongue against the pucker, not surprised when his hands drifted down to her head, probably a desperate attempt not to stroke his cock. When she lifted up to take a good look at his flushed face, she noted too the cum leaking from his tip, a gossamer string connecting to the pearly dab on his abs.
“I didn’t cum yet,” he insisted.
“Good boy, not yet.” She bit his inner thigh playfully, amused by his nervous laugh at the feel of her teeth on his skin. He laughed because he liked it, she could tell by the goosepimples that spread across his skin.
“I feel stupid sitting like this,” he admitted.
“You’re thinking too much.” She slid her hands along his thighs again to soothe, and kept it up with one hand as her other reached for the lube. “Keep holding your legs up, unless you’d rather spread yourself for me.”
“That’s supposed to be my line.”
“Right now it’s mine,” she countered, coating her dildo with the lube and looking down at him posed for her so pretty. So uncomfortable. So nervous. So eager he was leaking. So hopeful he was willing to do what she said with only a little fuss. “Right now your hole is mine. Right now you’re going to take mine until you’re a whimpering, quivering mess–”
“Fuck, Enna–”
“Until you’re so empty you’ll cry at the thought of cumming again, you couldn’t knot if your life depended on it–”
“You like this too much,” he mumbled, dimples showing as his eyes closed, like he could swim in her dominant words. She knew he loved it, even when he acted above it. It was easy to get into character right now. She was tired. She wanted to sleep.
She squirted a glob of lube on his asshole in retaliation and he hissed, then cried out as she pressed her thumb against him, against and in.
“Ah ah ah!” he cried out, squirming at the slow intrusion.
“Shhh baby it’s just my thumb, that’s nothing for a big alpha like you.” She squeezed his thigh and pressed her thumb further against the clench of his muscles, a gentle steady thrust to work out his nerves. “Relax, you know you’ll love this.” He groaned as she pushed past the ring of resistance and twitched as his body clenched to accommodate. “Good, baby, just like that.”
“En.”
She continued to thrust her thumb, adoring the way his eyes fluttered closed and his brow dropped and he tried to concentrate on relaxing when his body was telling him to do the opposite. She knew he enjoyed the tremor of discomfort mixed with the pleasure; she took her time working the lube into him, pulling out and rubbing around his hole and then back in, easing his body into relaxing and remembering how good this was. She traded her thumb for a finger, slightly smaller, then had him gasping and twisting again as she worked two fingers in. She dumped on more lube, feeling her own heart rate picking up at the sight of his body swallowing her fingers like that. It would never fail to make her proud that though he’d done plenty of things with other women before her, this was one of many things only she would ever do to him. And he loved it.
“En,” he whined, dropping his knees and grabbing the couch cushions, nails scratching against the fabric. “Fuck… finger my asshole…”
“I am. Don’t be bossy.”
“Ah you’re going to make me cum,” he whined, losing himself and pulling his cheeks apart for her, already surrendering to the pleasure. She watched his cock twitch and another glob of cum slowly ooze out, no force behind it. She twisted her fingers and pressed deeper, sliding along his walls to find that spot that made his legs suddenly straighten and his head curl forward as he panted and moaned.
His whine changed in tone as she eased her fingers out, his eyes pitiful in their disappointment. She enjoyed watching him clench around her absence.
“En, please, please just go back to– I was so close–”
“Shhhh.” She leaned forward and kissed away his trembling worry. He groaned onto her tongue and thrust against her stomach so rapidly, clearly his desperate body driven on instinct.
“I need to fuck,” he gasped. “I need to– sit on my cock, En. I need to cum in you. I –aghh,” he gasped out as she slid the head of her dildo across his hole. She kissed him harder, tongue licking into his mouth as she pushed against him. She’d done her best to soften him open but his body resisted the bigger, harder intrusion. “Please,” he panted. “Please, En, I want you in me.”
She gripped the dildo and pushed harder, planting her feet and leaning her weight into it now as the head of the dildo forced him open. He yelled and grabbed the couch cushions behind his head, legs lifting up without her order as she sank into him. If only she could feel first hand the way his body was clenching around her dildo, the way hers did around his other times. He whined and whimpered and twisted, trying to see around his own erratically twitching cock and swollen balls.
“Shhhh baby baby, you’re doing so good,” she encouraged, peppering kisses over his face as he gasped. “Just sit for a moment, just relax, just get used to me.”
“It’s bigger,” he whined, nose bumping mindlessly against her mouth. “Fuck.”
“It feels that much bigger? It’s not much bigger.”
“Fuck fuck fuck,” he groaned, squeezing the cushions so hard, biceps flexing, as his hip slowly curled up, taking her deeper of his own accord. “Fuck!” he groaned and cum oozed from the head of his cock, spurting over both their chests. “Please pump me–”
“No. Not yet.”
“En,” he whined. She loved his whine so much, this pitiful little noise only she ever got to hear. She kissed him hard and pulled out a couple inches –not all the way– before pushing slowly deeper, swallowing his strangled cries. She let him rest for a minute like that, impaled on her but unpressured, and just kissed his face as he alternated growls and grumbles and sighs and full body twitches.
“Wolf fighting you?”
He panted and nodded.
“I’m not going to stop fucking if you shift,” she teased, though it was definitely not true. “Tell him not to get any ideas and just to let you enjoy it.”
“So un-alpha–”
“Not true. A good alpha can take it harder than this.”
“I can,” he gasped out. “I want…” He shivered. She rocked her hips slowly and could tell the moment she put pressure in just the right place by the heave of his chest. She pulled slowly out and his groan took on a disappointed edge. “En…”
“Yes, alpha?”
He reached for with one hand, pulling her down into a kiss, and gave his cock a few strokes with the other. It took her a second to realize what he was doing, until the gesture made her recognize the shift in his vibe as he decided to take matters into his own hands rather than beg.
She grabbed his wrists and pulled them away; he put up just enough of a fight for her to feel strong as she pressed his hands back to the cushions behind him.
“Uh-uh. Hands off.”
“You don’t understand,” he gritted out. “I need to cum, and if you’re just going to tease me…” There was an edge in his voice and she saw the muscles in the sides of his neck straining.
“Sorry, am I going too slow?”
“Yes, just fuck me already! Don’t make me tell you again, little one.”
She didn’t appreciate the tone and so was less gentle as she shoved the dildo back in. He gasped and twisted. She leaned further forward, pressing deeper and deeper, and bit his shoulders and neck and chest until she was flush against his body and his skin was dotted with her white bites. His chest heaved, panting; he stared at her with wide eyes, mouth hanging open. Everything would feel more right now while he was rutting. Good. His teeth clicked as she shoved his jaw up, demanding the exposure of his neck as she pulled out and thrust into him hard. He shouted and grabbed at her hips, thrusting up to meet her.
“You trying to fuck yourself on my cock?” she asked him sweetly. Outside of this moment, she’d die talking like this, but he loved it so much, it had made her brave over time. She was still holding his jaw up, making his voice sound strained.
“Please. Please, baby… need it so bad…”
“Need me to fuck harder? Say it again without the sass this time.”
“Fuck me, baby, hard as you can, please, please.”
“So polite even when you’re rutting, huh?” she teased, leaning down to bite his earlobe as she gave a hard thrust. He grunted and squeezed the couch cushions. “Too hard?”
“Again.”
So she did it again and bit his neck this time, kissing and licking to balance the pleasure and pain. But she wanted to see him, and pushed herself up, hands braced on the back of his legs so she could watch his contorting face and twitching cock with every stroke of her own. It was intoxicating to watch, delicious to listen to the way different strengths and speeds affected the noises he made. His cock looked so needy and desperate for touch but she refused to just yet. That was going to be the orgasm to end all orgasms, the orgasm to let her get some sleep.
He curled forward, grabbing her hips and pulling her harder and faster against him, pounding her into his own asshole as his groan turned into a roar. She fucked as hard as she could as he helplessly hooked his arms under his legs and cried out. Untouched, his cock erupted again, cum shooting up, dashing across the sweaty flushed skin of his chest, across his chin and cheek, dotting his sweaty hair. It was so fucking hot. He looked up at her through his own cum, clearly shocked, and Enikö fell forward to kiss him, not stopping her hips even when he bucked.
“Shit, I–”
“It’s so hot, it’s so hot, alpha,” she gasped. “I love seeing you with your own cum on your face, oh my god.”
“No, I don’t like it– agh, slow down!”
She did, stilling her hips but not pulling out because, “You aren’t done.”
“Let me breathe a second…”
“Hm…” She wasn’t sure she wanted to. She ran her hands along his thighs and across his stomach and chest, smearing in the cum, but when he started wiping it off his face, she leaned forward to lick off instead. Since she hadn’t pulled out, it pushed her deeper and he groaned and shuddered but remained silent under her tongue. So she began to gently rock again, chasing the high of hearing his voice catch like that. She nibbled his mouth and his jaw, his ear, down his neck and twisted them both sideways onto the couch so she could kneel between his legs this time and stretch out on top of him, pressing his cock between them..
“Good, baby,” she murmured against his skin. “I think you like the bigger one.”
“I…” He broke off with a strangled gasp as she pulled all the way out and pushed back in. His body had relaxed more, it was more accepting of her, but she knew he’d still feel every penetration. She pushed against his chest so she could guide the dildo better, out and in. His mouth hung open, eyes dark and slitted, legs splayed. She pressed his knees to his chest with his dick trapped on her side of his thighs, swollen head shiny and leaking.
“I get it now,” she murmured.
“Hm?”
“Why you like watching my body take you,” she grinned, staring at her dildo disappearing into his hole and the way he clenched in the void when she pulled out. His huff preceded him trying to cover himself. “No, don’t be shy. It’s sexy.” She pushed in and leaned forward to kiss him. “Don’t be shy, alpha, it’s just me. Your omega can know something like this about you. You know this about me. You know how hungry I am for you.” She bit his mouth, kissing him even though he could barely return the gesture as she found just the right angle to buck against. His whimper made it obvious she’d hit the spot, just like it was obvious he tried not to whine like that, but she was relentless.
“Right there, alpha?” she asked, stroking into him. “Is that the spot?” His body answered for him since he could not, cum oozing out of his cock like she’d flipped his switch. She kept her pace the same but leaned back to watch the pearly jizz pool and slide down his thighs. She scooped it down to smear around his hole instead, letting it join the mess of lube letting her glide so freely in and out.
“Suck my cock,” he pleaded, a sure finishing move, but she refused. He’d fuck her mouth again and her throat was already sore. Instead she pushed his hands back up and pressed his legs apart and pinched his nipples, not giving him a rest. Maybe it had been an empty demand anyway, she could feel his energy starting to flag; she must finally be getting to the bottom of that cum reserve that seemed so endless during a rut.
She slapped his nipples and pinched them again, then reached down and slapped his balls to make him hiss.
“How much do you still have for me?” she demanded. “How long are you going to hold out? Let it all out, baby.” She slapped his balls again, harder. He whimpered. She slapped harder until he finally croaked out “pineapple.” More cum oozed out, even before she ran her hands up and down his swollen shaft to chase the pain with pleasure. The shudder ran up his whole body and she quickly pulled her hands away.
“You like hearing me whine,” he complained.
“I do.”
“Please, just finish me.”
“Hard or soft?”
“Hard,” he answered quickly. “Hard hard, you have no idea how hard it is not to flip and fuck you right now–”
“You will not–”
“So fuck me harder!”
She picked up the pace, watching his cock bounce with each thrust, watching another dribble of cum leak out as she reached deep. She grabbed his legs to pull and he braced himself against the arm rest of the couch as she fucked harder, so hard she thought it must hurt him but he liked it if it did. The profanities flowed from his mouth, his whole body writhing and bucking as she split him with the dildo. His moans reached a fever pitch until she finally took pity on him and grabbed his dick, dragging her hands roughly up and down, practically using it as leverage as she whipped her hips against his ass.
“FUCK” he shouted, legs curled in the air, face contorted in what looked like rage or pain as cum shot out again. He bucked and rolled and she kept going as he gave a completely silent shout and curled up. His gasp made it sound like he hadn’t breathed in hours but she kept going, slowing her thrusts but busying her hands, squeezing up and up, wringing the cum from his body.
“Yeah, cum baby, cum it all out, I’m not stopping until I hear the word so don’t try to shake me off–”
“Fuck fuck Enna,” he practically sobbed, grabbing his legs and curling forward. Another dollop of cum squeezed out, all over her hands. She’d found the spot with the dildo in his ass and just rocked against it, pressing, working him from every angle as he crumbled in her hands. He bucked into her hand but no word, so she kept going, a tight O around his head hard and fast while her thumb dug down behind his balls and her dildo milked that prostate dry. He shouted and she squeezed less cum out, and then less, until he grabbed her hips and pulled her deep one last time, his body convulsing as she wrung the last pitiful drops out of him.
“Pineapple,” he whimpered. “Pineapple pineapple.” Instantly she released him as he whined it again, “Pineapple.”
“Empty baby?”
His cock rocked and twitched in the air but nothing came out.
“God that’s so much cum,” she gasped, looking around. Certainly more than an ordinary day of this kind of play.
“Enikö…” His voice was whisper faint as he collapsed backwards, chest heaving, eyes closed.
“I have to pull out. I’ll go slow. Are you ready?”
He licked his lips and nodded and winced, though she did her best to be gentle. His hole clenched in complaint as soon as she was out, and he bucked when she stroked it to soothe. How beautiful he was, completely fucked out like that. She watched with interest at the way his cock pulsed but failed to form the knot it no doubt wanted to. She undid the clasps of her harness and set the whole thing on the table to clean later, and stretched out on top of him, and stroked his hair back. He could barely open his eyes but still smiled and turned into her kiss. His skin was filthy, sweaty, but cooler to the touch.
“I broke your rut,” she murmured.
“You broke me.”
“In a good way?”
“Fuck.”
His mouth was lazy, slow against hers. Another shudder ran through his body and she smiled and debated about her own need right now.
“You still need to be fucked?” he asked, which was honestly a wild question considering he clearly couldn’t move right now. She doubted he could even use his hand, frankly. It delighted her, to leave him like that after he’d done it to her so many times during the last two days.
“You’ve fucked me plenty,” she assured him. “Just go to sleep, alpha.”
“But you smell wet.”
“Shhh.”
“Ride my face, baby–”
Instead she got up, ignoring the shakiness of her own legs, and retrieved the first vibrator she could find and collapsed back on top of him. He groaned as soon as he heard the noise.
“No, I don’t want it to end with you having to–”
She clamped her hand over his mouth and slid it between her legs. Their faces were inches apart, his lidded gaze meeting hers as she positioned the vibrator just right. Without verbal agreement, neither looked away; everything seemed so still and quiet as Enikö leaned into the building vibration that did all the work alongside the mental video playing in her mind again of exactly what Jungkook looked like when he curled his body up to take her in. It was quick, very quick. She came with a gasp and pulled it quickly away, sensitive sooner after so much activity. The orgasm wasn’t even that strong but it was a needed release, a relief of the tension she’d wound in her body getting to fuck Jungkook like that. Only her. She was the only person in the world he would trust with that need, that vulnerability, that pleasure that still frightened him. Why? Men could be so silly about something that felt good. And damn, did it clearly make him feel good.
“Thank you,” he whispered, pressing a lazy kiss to her forehead.
“For fucking you?” she grinned.
She felt the pout of his lips as he corrected, “For breaking my rut.”
“Thank you for trusting me with your rut and your needs. I’ll do that sooner next time.” Now that she knew he still enjoyed that kind of thing while he was rutting, they could bring so much of their other play into the rut room. She hadn’t known for sure if it would be welcome while he was his most dominant, or whatever but… apparently yes.
“Hmph. Well. You trust me with yours.” A pause. “Sorry I didn’t get to finish you.”
“Don’t worry. When I go into heat, I’ll be very demanding. It’ll always be even between us, Koo. And anyway, I really enjoy fucking you.”
“Yeah yeah, I can tell.” He chuckled and coughed a little, probably dehydrated. He’d wake up and chug a liter of water in a little bit probably. But for now he stone-cold passed out, body finally at rest, instinct convinced he had successfully pupped his mate –despite her birth control and the fact she was the one who’d left him so dry he couldn’t even form a knot. Enikö, feeling very smug and satisfied and more than a little sore, went right to sleep too curled up on the filthy mess coating her alpha’s body.
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Hi 👋 could I request a fluffy fluffy fic on girl reader and jungkook and she cares for him when he is sick with a cold. Fluffy and cuddles and comfort.
Hello! Thank you for your request! This is actually the first one I got since I started this blog, and so I really hope you like it. ☺️
Requests are always open.
Warm
pairing: Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader
genre: fluffff, established relationship
summary: Jungkook isn't feeling well and you take care of him.
You, your boyfriend, Jimin and Taehyung were hanging out in the living room of your apartment.
„You know that one time when Tae was drunk and he tripped over Tan?“ Jimin laughed, his eye smile showing.
„Yes, omg! I was so worried! Poor Tannie got so scared.“ You laughed with Jimin, seeing Taehyung win another round of the game, him and Jungkook were playing.
„I’m getting tired.“ Jungkook scrunched his nose, a small smile on his lips.
„Oh come on, you’re just jealous that I won every round!“ Tae pushed his shoulder, but Jungkook felt too weak to joke back, the way he usually did.
You thought he may have something on his mind, because when Taehyung got up from the couch to get another drink, he simply stayed there, rubbing his forehead with his fingers.
„Hey… I think it got pretty late.“ Jimin notices.
You nod. „Will you drive Tae home? I think he’s drunk again.“ Chuckling, your eyes wander around, finding him dance to no music at all.
„Yeah, of course.“ Jimin laughs, hugging you.
„You’re a good friend Jimin.“ You smile at him, as he nods standing up, making his way to Taehyung.
Jungkook is suddenly standing next to you and you can’t help but think he looks really tired.
„Hey…“ You caress his back, as he lets his head rest on your shoulder.
„Baby, you tired?“ You kiss his forehead, meeting his doe eyes, that are slowly closing and opening to find your worried ones.
„Mmm… don’t know. My head kinda hurts.“
Before you can properly react Jimin and Taehyung say their goodbye’s and walk out the door.
You lock it, turning around to see a pouty Jungkook, weakly standing on his own in the middle of the apartment.
Your heart melts and you take his hand, leading him to bed.
„You didn’t even drink.“ You say, your confused eyes watching him get under the blanket.
He doesn’t look good at all, dark circles appearing under his eyes, his mouth dry. Maybe...
„Did you get sick, baby?“ Your hand touches his forehead, checking if he has a fever.
„You’re hot!“ You worry.
„I know.“ He mumbles, weakly smirking.
„Not like that, Jungkook.“ You roll your eyes, chuckling.
„I’m going to make you a tea and get the medicine.“ You announce and he pouts.
„B-but… I wanna cuddle. Don’t leave me alone!“ He whines.
You smile at how adorable he is. „I’ll be right back, love. You can try to rest a little.“ Whispering, you press gentle kisses on his hot forehead, reddened cheeks and pouty lips.
„I love you. I will take care of you.“ You let him know and he hums satisfied.
„I love you too.“ You hear him whisper, before you leave the room.
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When you get back, Jungkook is sleeping. He looks so beautifully peaceful, but you know you have to wake him up.
„Babe.“ Your fingers gently brush his hair out of his now, wet face.
He slowly wakes up to your touches.
„You’re back.“ He says.
You nod. „I have something for you, Kookie.“
His eyes wander to the medicine you brought and the warm, good smelling tea.
After he takes it and drinks a little tea, he says he feels better.
„But I’d feel so much better with you here.“ He pouts, patting the empty spot of the bed next to him.
You chuckle. „That’s what you get for walking in the rain, without an umbrella.“ You scrunch your nose, laying down next to him.
„The things I do for you…“ He quietly laughs, his arms wrapping around your waist.
Thinking back to when he went out to buy you snacks and it started raining, he could have taken the bus instead of walking back home. Dummy.
Your head rests on his chest, as you hold him close.
„You’re always right.“ He kisses your forehead.
„And you never listen to me anyways.“ You complain.
„You still love me.“ He says back, proudly smiling.
You smile back, looking into his eyes.
„Thank you for everything. For sticking with me, taking care of me, and also scolding me when I mess up... I’m the luckiest boyfriend in the world.“ He says and you shush him, already blushing.
„Go back to sleep bunny.“ You play with his hair.
„Will you stay with me forever?“ He whispers, his eyes sparking with love.
„Yes. I will, Jungkook. Forever.“
He falls asleep, feeling safe and loved.
He has found the most beautiful girl in the world, inside and out.
And she’s his.
Forever.
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my shining star
pairing: jungkook x female reader
summary: it's another Christmas spent with Jeongguk, but he loves surprises so he gives them to you in more ways than one.
genre/tags: fluff, established relationship, christmas/holiday fic
word count: 1.5k
a/n: well, hello there. here's me dropping a belated holiday fic for you. i'm still on an overseas trip and i lack so much sleep already, but here, take this fic, my heart, it's yours. i hope your days have been good and kind :)
“I cannot believe you made me wear this— this abomination,” you feign disgust as you look over the design of the sweater you’re wearing.
“Hey, that hurts my feelings, I spent a ton of time knitting that,” Jeongguk responds as he picks out Christmas ornaments from a box. “I also realized that it was embarrassing to knit a sweater in the middle of a train station.”
“Well, no one told you to knit in the middle of a train station, babe,” you pull out a loose thread from your sleeve.
“I can’t help it, I was bored and I didn’t want to use my phone.” When you didn’t answer, Jeongguk looked back to you. “Besides, I wanted to look cool.”
“You have a completely strange way of interpreting what ‘cool’ means.” you walk back to the kitchen to check on the hot chocolate Jeongguk made.
“Damn straight, baby.” Jeongguk replies. You chuckle as you see his eyebrows meet, trying to choose between two ornaments.
“This one?” Jeongguk asks, holding up the painted ornament. You hum and nod your head.
You and Jeongguk have been dating for almost five years now, and every opportunity you get, you both acquire special Christmas tree ornaments to put up on the tree. As cheesy as it sounded, it was a way for both of you to remember all the milestones and the mundane moments you both shared through the years. To your surprise, Jeongguk was rather fond of the idea and every year, he made sure to add something new to your shared Christmas tree at home.
You walk up to where Jeongguk was. He hands you the small trinket, eyes shining bright as he waits for you to reminisce with him. He remembers this specific ornament, of course he does.
Because It was the very first one you both had.
The ornament is a handpainted one, made by you. The trinket holds special memories of your first shared home with Jeongguk: a one-story home by the Busan sea. The house is painted against a light blue sky, with the sand and shore in front of it. In that house was you and Jeongguk buying your first furniture together, the house you both spent sleepless nights trying to make ends meet. It was in your first shared home that Jeongguk learned (and burned) how to cook for you. It was him and you staying up late into the night watching re-runs of Friends and his favorite Marvel movies. It was the home you both built around each other, full of love and trials because it was his first real taste of how it felt to think about someone else other than himself. If you will ask Jeongguk, he will always be grateful of your first home because he grew to love you so much more. Living together with his bestfriend of so many years, it was inevitable for him to fall in love with you. Confessing his feelings for you years ago was and still is the best decision he ever made.
“I can’t believe this still hasn’t chipped.” You hold out the ornament for Jeongguk to take back. “It feels like ages since we had to let go of our first home,” your voice barely a whisper.
Jeongguk gave you a soft smile, “Growth is always good, love. We’ve come so far since then.”
You nod as Jeongguk kisses your temple. He proceeds to hang the ornament on the tree, in between trinkets you got from your travels in Spain and the Netherlands.
“And besides, you painted this so I need to make sure it doesn’t ever get ruined.” Jeongguk chuckles at you before bending down to retrieve more ornaments.
You can’t help but stare at your boyfriend whenever he’s like this: calm and content. Between the two of you, he’s the more enthusiastic one about Christmas. He will go through lengths just to make the holidays special even if he has to learn how to knit a whole ass sweater for you.
At the thought of Jeongguk knitting at a train station, you chuckle to yourself.
Jeongguk turns to look at you, “What is it, love?”
Loving Jeongguk has always been so easy.
“Nothing… I just love you,” you reply.
Jeongguk strides the short distance between you to cup your face with his hand and kiss you. He tastes so much like the peppermint candy and home.
“And I love you, sweetheart.” He lands a soft kiss on your forehead before he steps away to go to the kitchen.
“Can you place the rest of the ornaments for us, love? I need to prepare the hot chocolate.”
He hands you the last three remaining ornaments: a clay snowman his (subtle) favorite student gifted him a year ago, a crochet reindeer you made with him when he was sick and bored out of his mind, and a cross-stitch design of a green mug with hot chocolate and whipped cream because it’s you and Jeongguk’s favorite Christmas drink.
When you were done placing all the remaining trinkets on the tree, you took a step back to admire the Christmas tree in its entirety. This year is your fifth Christmas with Jeongguk as lovers, your twentieth as best friends. Time is an illusion, they say, but to you, you have always secretly hoped your time spent with Jeongguk will be infinite and everlasting.
The lights on the tree dance as you stare at it some more. It’s only when Jeongguk wraps his arms around your waist that you’re pulled out of your thoughts. He rests his chin on your shoulder and you stay like that for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence. You feel Jeongguk gently swaying your bodies as you focus on the sounds around you: the quiet hum of the stove where Christmas dinner awaits, the soft landing of snow on the window sill, the twinkle of the Chrismast lights surrounding your home, celebrating another year of love.
Jeongguk leans close to whisper in your ear, “Merry Christmas, baby.”
“Merry Christmas, Gguk-ah.”
You feel his hold tighten around you, but one of his hands withdraw to pull something out of his pocket.
“I forgot that we had one more ornament to put up.”
Jeongguk presents you a completely new ornament. It was made of resin, with gold flakes and tiny pink wildflowers surrounding it.
“Jeongguk, this is beautiful… did– did you make this?”
Jeongguk hums. “Only the best for you.”
You chuckle at his words. It was the most beautiful ornament you have ever seen, more so because you know that Jeongguk made it himself. You always loved resin art, too.
You move so that you can hang it up on the tree, but you feel Jeongguk’s arms slightly pull you back. You didn’t get to ask why because his mouth was already against the shell of your ear once more.
“Open it,” Jeongguk says.
Your eyebrows briefly meet, wondering what other surprises Jeongguk has in store. You gently lift the top half part of the ornament, only for it to reveal a ring.
A pink, oval morganite engagement ring.
Jeongguk hears your soft gasp and even though he cannot see your immediate reaction, he smiles to himself because he knows you’re at a loss for words.
“All these years in my life, you are the only one who has loved me beyond what I can imagine or ask for… your love is so far from what I deserve, ____, sometimes I feel like it’s so unreal. But I am a very selfish person and I only want to be loved by you and your love until we grow old…”
Jeongguk gently turns you around to face him. Your eyes stay glued to the ground, unable to handle the overwhelming love and affection you have for the man in front of you. Jeongguk lifts your chin up, his eyes now level with yours. With his knuckles, he wipes away the tears that have fallen.
“More than the ornaments and the ugly Christmas sweaters I will continue to knit for you,” you can’t help but let out a wet chuckle at his antics. Jeongguk is the only person you know who can pull off a very serious proposal with a very amusing sense of humor. His eyes soften even more as you will yourself to look into them, “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want so many more Christmases with you until the last of our days, ____ because I love you so, so much.”
Jeongguk searches your eyes. They may glisten with tears, but to him, stars always dance in your eyes and he wants to look into them everyday for the rest of forever. He closes his eyes as he leans his forehead to rest against yours.
“Marry me, my love,” Jeongguk whispers against your lips.
To you, Christmas has always been a wonderful time made even more special with Jeongguk in it. For the rest of your life, you get to love all the parts of him, and the thought of him wanting you just as much fills you with a kind of warmth unlike any other.
Jeongguk is and will always be your Christmas miracle.
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After his Shadow part 2 || Jeon Jungkook x Fem Reader
♡ Pairing: Athlete!Jeon Jungkook x fem reader
♡ Word count: 2.5 k
♡ Genre: Angst (m), toxic relationship.
♡ summary:
He is the most loved athlete in Korea, and you are just his girlfriend until after four years you decide to leave him and is the best and at the same time the worst thing you could have ever done.
This is part 2, here is part 1
You stepped out of the car into a sea of flashing lights that blinded you momentarily. Your lawyer and his assistant grabbed your arms and guided you through the hungry press and the public who were clamoring to catch a glimpse of you.
All you wanted was for this nightmare to be over, but there was nothing you could do until the legal matters were resolved. Jungkook’s fans were there of course, they screamed your name and called for justice, waving protest signs and shouting stupid accusations. You were both intimidated and scared of the outcome, yet you hoped your case would prevail, all this pain should have a paid off.
As you made your way through the courthouse doors, the shouts and camera clicks seemed to grow louder. Your anxiety grew with each step, wondering if the truth would even matter among so much public outrage, these four years and no one has ever taken your side.
How did you get here? How was Jungkook capable of doing this to you, the so called “love of your life”?
You had been living in self-imposed isolation for a week after the scandal broke when an unexpected visitor knocked at your door. A journalist stood on your porch, trying to pitch an interview. You initially refused whatever she was trying to pitch but she was persistent, showing up day after day, then it started to rain, raindrops pouring all over the porch.
You invited her in and served her some coffee. "I'm on your side, you know," she said sipping her cup "This guy is a jerk, I know his fans are so loud and that's the reason I'm here, to give you a voice."
You put the mug on the table and stood up from the couch completely uninterested on her offer.
"Carrie you are so kind to take interest in my side of the story, but I have to decline," you said to her after a pause.
She stood up from her seat determined.
"I don't understand, they are crucifying you out there!" Carrie exclaimed but you did not move an inch, it was not new to you "You want disappear, just like that?" Carrie exclaimed, her voice rising with urgency and frustration.
You gave her a glance indicating your intentions, if she only knew...
"It calms me even more, that I don't have a clue of what is going on," you confessed. Carrie opened her eyes wider.
"Honey, I thought that you were all lawyered up and bout' to sue your ex," Carrie said with tenacity.
"Why would you think of that?" You furrowed your brow in confusion.
"Honey, I never reveal my sources," she said taking a step closer to you. "But I mean, it's obvious you have enough material to accuse him of defamation!"
You shook your head with an ironic smile.
"Jungkook? Korea's beloved star? I'll lose and whatever possible reward it can't compare to being a social pariah."
Carrie nodded and gathered her things. Her voice softened as she said, "Aren't you even curious about what has been the latest tea on your ex?" you walked her to the door.
You doubted at first but gave up "sure, what happened?"
"He quit football," Carrie said adjusting her glasses , you look at her in surprise but did not reply. Carrie gave you her business card. "Call me, if you change your mind, remember that your voice is important."
You closed the door, still in shock. Jungkook had never gone that far, and you weren't sure what to do next. You couldn't hide from the world forever but you wish you could.
………………..
The fact is that you never called Carrie again, you were not a fool to trying to go not only publicly but legally against the most famous and loved athlete in Korea. All the mess that would encounter yourself into was not something you willingly would do, Jungkook just kept dragging you into every mess, even to his own image wrecking scandal.
Yet doubt was your own personal demon. What if there was truth to be told, justice to be found? You replayed Carrie's plea in your mind, but the thought of facing the horde of fans and media filled you with dread.
No thanks. You thought.
The thing is that you had probably never presented in court to accuse him publicly if the next chain of events never happened. It all started when no other than Park Jimin calling you. Park Jimin!
Ex-idol now showbiz sensation, what you later called the agent of chaos in this whole circus, as per usual in this moment of your life you declined whatever he was offering to you, but Jimin wasn’t taking a no for an answer.
“Let me take you out for dinner, please” he pleaded.
“Why any of you cannot leave me alone? Jungkook is the celebrity here, I’m just trying to live my life” you sighed.
“oh c’mon, I’m no stranger to you” he said in a low voice. Though you'd made surface level small talk at events, Jungkook's close presence prevented deeper connections.
“You are not my friend either!” you replied getting irritated.
"Think about it" Jimin pleaded "Let me see you, at least"
“I’m not in Korea, Mr. Park” you told him trying to get him off once for all, in hopes to dissuade him.
“Oh you aren’t? no problem, I’ll go whatever you tell me” Jimin was smooth as per usual.
After the call you thought about it the whole night, what kind of closure is the most appropriate to this whole shitshow? You still were bitter after all, Jungkook never stopped cheating on you, making you feel less, but all the people were seeing now was a broken man or whatever front he was putting.
So you went to dinner with Park Jimin, letting him smooth talk you into returning to Korea for an interview. He charmed you with alcohol, filling your glass often. His handsome appearance, a forbidden fruit for 4 years under Jungkook's jealousy, further swayed you.
You sensed Jimin's true motive was exploiting your story, but the promise of revenge against Jungkook was too tempting. Reentering your break up scandal felt terrifying, yet liberating.
"You want me to go on your show and trash Jungkook, don’t you?” you accused “Reveal all the dirty details?" you asked Jimin sharply.
Jimin leaned forward, his gaze lingering on yours. "I want to give you a platform to tell your story." His voice dropped lower. "The public deserves to see how gorgeous you are when you're angry."
With a deep breath, you stood up. Jimin's flirtatious charm both intrigued and unnerved you. But it was time to reenter the storm.
“Ok, I’m in” you sentenced drinking the remaining wine in your glass.
……………………
In under a week, you found yourself back in Korea, sneaking into the country under Jimin's careful arrangements to keep a low profile. You encountered no one as you made your way to the studio, hiding behind sunglasses and a cap.
Sitting across from him in the blinding studio lights, microphone in hand, you took a deep breath.
You spoke your truth calmly and quietly, leaving out the most painful and incriminating details of Jungkook's failings. There was no need to slander him also the fear of the crowd made you hold back. But at the end of the day, you simply wanted to give an honest account of your experience to counter the ones sided narrative the public had consumed until now.
As the interview ended, a peace filled you. You have told as much of your story as you felt was just. Now it was up to the viewers to decide what weight to give your words.
That peace would not last long. You were naively unaware the interview was live.
so when you slowly walking to the exit of the studio you did not expect the crowd of paparazzi and curious people flashing their phones cameras in your face.
You came back wanting to curse out loud, you notice Jimin looking at your confused state and you walk on him ready to tell him off.
“I know it’s crazy outside, my driver would take you to your hotel, it’s a black car” he assured you before you could open your mouth “Security will pull everybody out of the way”
You made your second attempt not even looking at what you were doing at the moment you closed the door of the car, the vehicle started moving seconds after.
Imagine your surprise when the voice of Jungkook gives you the jumps care of your life.
“Nice show you just gave” he said flatly, without emotion.
Your head could not have turned faster than it did, right before your eyes, there it was: Jeon Jungkook in the flesh.
“What the hell are you doing here?” you could barely say after a few seconds of silence.
“No-uh” Jungkook said clicking his tongue like you would do to a stray cat to attract him “You don’t get to have an attitude after all this fuckery you just did to me” Jungkook snapped, eyes fixed on the road. “end us like that and despairing was one thing, but getting with Park Jimin?” he enunciated with more force making you flinch, you felt your stomach churn and palms started to sweat.
“Jungkook, you and I know that I did omit a lot of shit” you just said not wanting to keep going with the direction of the conversation, much less with him at the wheel. “No matter what, your damn fans will still be there to condemn me, once again”
Jungkook slammed the wheel in frustration.
The car speeds through the Seoul streets while Jungkook's rage filled rant fills the enclosed space.
“Fuck, yn are you listening to your self right now!?” he almost screamed you look at him with a little more nervousness “Don’t loose the train of thought here, first you left me and how kind of you for notifying me like it was reminder to buy milk” Jungkook expressed making emphasis on certain words and gesticulating with one hand, eyes still on the road.
“Then you runaway like a fucking coward, despairing from the face of the earth” Jungkook said lowing his voice like a calm before the storm “while I was literally All. Fucked .Up” he gave little punches to the wheel, his intonation making you feel like his words are daggers thrown at you.
Every slam of his fist against the wheel makes you flinch as you notice Jungkook's appearance: gaunt cheeks, dark circles, the subtle shadowing his trembling jaw. His once gentle eyes are now wild and shiny.
“And when you reappear…” Jungkook made a pause “When you fucking reappear I see you dining with that fag park Jimin, and how you are dragging to the mud our 4 year relationship, do you fucking get what I’m saying?!” Jungkook exclaims with a loud voice.
“Jungkook, you need to relax” you told him making your voice calm and recollected.
“oh babe, you are not here to make suggestions, you better shut up and listen” for the first time Jungkook turn for a few seconds to see you, that damn smirk on his lips and a shine on his eyes that was new to you, you didn’t like that at all.
His knuckles turn white as he clutches the wheel, veins standing out against his pale hands.
“No, no” you shook your head “what you heard on the show, that was it Jungkook, that’s how this ends, there’s no more to talk leave me wherever I’m going to take a tax-“
“You wanted to humiliate me, Yn that was a new low” Jungkook said and then he chuckled “you wanted me to be throw out of my pedestal, didn’t you? So you could have your little heroine moment?” he mocked. “babe, we both coming down” Jungkook sentenced.
You saw a broken, desperate man clinging to the last shreds of his ego and it terrified you.
You brace yourself for the unknown as the car races through the city at increasing speeds. Now all you can do is cling to what little hope remains and pray you both make it through the darkness intact.
You plead him to stop but it was no use, Jungkook only increases the speed. His driving grows even more erratic, the car switching between lanes.
You immediately panic, you look out for the door handle but Jungkook slams the lock down. You're trapped.
Rage deforms Jungkook's once handsome face into a vicious mask. He hits the steering wheel over and over, screaming that he'll make you pay for leaving him that’s the moment your tears blur your vision.
You never meant to push Jungkook this far over the edge but now you fear for your life in this speeding car.
Suddenly, you hear police sirens behind you. Jungkook’s erratic driving has attained unwanted attention in a city where everyone stays in line. You prayed silently with hope flourishing once again.
“Fuck!” Jungkook curses and slams on the gas.
the police car won’t stop either. A few meters further there is a clear line of traffic, you saw how everything now was going in your favor.
Jungkook once again tries to escape but fails as the third police car blocks his path. You sighted relief.
Both of you were taken to station and then thrown again to the streets where the press was over the moon trying to get the best shot.
It was the very next day after that traumatic experience that you were given papers , turning the pages you realized that his agency was suing you for defamation over the interview. You scoffed but were not surprised.
At the trial, Jungkook's agency painted you as a crazy ex seeking fame and fortune through damaging Jungkook's reputation. But your lawyer methodically dismantled their arguments.
While you had omitted details in the interview, nothing you said was untrue. And the police report showing Jungkook's erratic and threatening behavior in the car undermined the defamation claim.
The jury saw through Jungkook's agency's sensational accusations, recognizing you had spoken honestly from a place of hurt.
When the jury came back with a verdict in your favor, you felt beyond relieved ready to move on to the next chapter of your life.
With the lawsuit behind you, you could finally begin to heal. The scars of your relationship remained, but you had reclaimed your voice and your truth. And sometimes, that's the most we can hope for when love falls apart.
Yes you made Korea look at his beloved athlete with different eyes, and at last you did not felt any once of guilt about it.
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Ungodly Hour (series masterlist)
That time you - a broke college student - were willing to do just about anything for a hulu account after your brother kicks you off of his - (and Jungkook would do anything to have you)
warning: smut, simp jungkook, tsundere reader, oral sex (m & f ), 69, car sex, semi-public sex, dirty talking, swallowing, jungkook is thirsty, reader is somewhat slutty but with reason, unprotected sex, riding, creampie, facesitting, jimin & mc are friendemies, face riding, degradation, jungkook being bullied by his friends, sub reader, dom/possessive jk, feelings being expressed, jealous jk & reader, ass slapping, sexting, spitting, competence kink, cum swallowing, tit fucking, kissing, "public indecency",
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Drabble 1 | Drabble 2 | Drabble 3 | Seven | Drabble 4 | Drabble 5 | Eight | See The Future |
#explicit-tae#bts smut#jungkook x reader#bangtanwritershq#bangtan smut#btswritersclub#masterlist#ungodly hour#ungodly hour drabbles#bts college au#ungodly hour masterlist#jungkook smut#fake tweets#simp jungkook#explicit-tae masterlist#jungkook fluff#jungkook established relationship
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hello boyfriend | jjk
plot | You're drunk. Blaire was supposed to drive home but you want no one except your boyfriend to pick you up. The boyfriend that Blaire completely knows nothing about.
words | 2238
genres | fluff, crack, secret relationship au, established relationship au, friends to lovers au
pairing | jungkook x reader
warnings | alcohol consumption, cursing
note | this one has been sitting in my docs for months now. but it's here! i missed writing for these two. let me know your thoughts! enjoy reading!
main masterlist | drabble series masterlist
"Wait! Wait! Wait!"
Through the ear-piercing and booming beat in the club, you managed to get the attention of your friends with your rowdy exclamation. There are only three people in your booth but because of the music, you had to speak like you are talking to a crowd. Even though you felt like everything around you was spinning, you managed to stand from the leather seat.
"What... What did you... did you just say?" your body swayed as you slurred your words.
Ella, the one who invited you tonight, repeated, stammering, "I said, being single is good, right? We're both been single for a very, very long time now. So, I guess, you'll understand."
She was a good friend of yours and Blaire, who's sitting next to you, from college. Three of you went to the same university years ago. After graduating, Ella left the country and worked abroad. Five years later, she came back and immediately set a night to meet you and Blaire to catch up personally. It took three hours of chatting, reminiscing, and drinking to get you to the state you are in now. As the one with the highest drinking tolerance and always the designated driver, Blaire stays sober. While her two other friends came up with this dumb topic.
You tried to be steady on your feet as you looked at Ella, "Tsk. Tsk. That's where you are wrong."
Blaire bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. You were never this drunk since you began working or when you were out with your other friends. However, in college, you became too drunk one time that she had to call Jennie on the phone since you want to talk to your best friend or you’ll cry. But later, you became the one who will snooze off first after just a few drinks. But tonight, you were a little more talkative and vibrant than usual.
"I…” you grinned widely. “have a boyfriend," you confessed, holding your head high.
Ella being the tipsy person that she is gasped dramatically. Like, she was betrayed or something. On the other hand, Blaire just shakes her head while putting down her almost-empty bottle. She assumes that you are simply babbling nonsense. She vividly remembers you rejecting Jenny’s blind date set up like a year ago, saying that you are happy with being single.
"Okay, okay. Both of you are already drunk. Let's just leave this—"
"Wait! No!" you screamed, cutting off Blaire. "You don't believe me, huh?"
You squinted your eyes at her before reaching for your phone in your purse. With all the alcohol flowing in your body this night, you had the urge to prove something to your friends. You unlocked your phone after two dizzy attempts and immediately rummage through your contacts. Your eyes gleamed when you found Bam’s dad. Jungkook set it up himself out of a joke.
"I'll go to the restroom." Ella was about to leave your booth when you pulled her arm back to her seat again.
"Wait, I'll prove to you that I'm not single. I’m seeing someone for two years now!" you persisted even though no one challenged you.
"But, I need to pee!" she whined and even stomped her heel on the ground.
You placed a finger on your lips, signaling for her to quiet down. You clicked your phone screen and it immediately began ringing. Your two friends heard it too since you put it in loudspeaker mode. Blaire leaned her back on the couch, massaging her forehead. She thought maybe you just clicked on some random contact or number on your phone. She hates to be the one to explain to your contact about your drunk action.
She can't stop herself from sighing, "Y/N, you're drunk. Let’s just go—"
"Hey, princess."
"Hey, princess."
Jungkook rubs his eyes as he answered a call from you. His voice was raspier and deeper since he was just woken up from a short nap. He looked at his laptop in front of him and sees the work he left off before dozing off. He leaned his back on his swivel chair while he spotted Bam sleeping on his dog bed. Based on the noisy background from your line, it seems like you're still out. You told him earlier that you're going out with Blaire and Ella, whom he once met years ago too during college. So, he suggested having Bam in his place for the night. You said you’ll go home straight to your place since Blaire would be driving. He agreed, making her promise to contact and update you.
"Hello, boyfriend!" you giggled like a kid, making him smile instantly.
He can tell that you're already intoxicated just by the way you call him with that endearment. It’s one of those secret signs that you already have too many drinks.
"Hello, girlfriend.” He greeted back with the same tone you used. He cannot help but chuckle. “How are you? Are you having fun there?"
"It's fun! It's great actually!" you chattered. "But... I miss you."
Jungkook can mentally picture you batting your eyelashes while pouting your lips from your location. He chuckled again, "Is that so?"
“Yes.” you huffed. “I want to go home!”
“Well, have you told Blaire? She’ll drive you home, right?”
It took you a long to respond. Jungkook only heard the music playing in the background and a few dialogues of you with Blaire, confusing him a little.
“I was telling you two, let’s go. I’ll drive.” He heard Blaire’s voice. Then another voice,
“Oh my gosh, can I just go pee now?!”
“No! I want my boyfriend to pick me up!”
“Princess–” Jungkook was about to try to talk to you but somebody spoke again. You were heard whining in the background.
“Hi, uhm… Bam’s dad.” Blaire paused as she read his contact name. “Um, you’re Y/N’s boyfriend?”
“Y-Yes.” he stuttered, suddenly feeling a weird knot in his stomach.
On the other hand, Blaire wanted to ask more about this unknown guy since you never mentioned dating anyone. It was suspicious how suddenly there is Bam’s Dad on your phone. She was contemplating if she should let you go home with this man as she doesn’t have any idea who he is. But she tried to shake off any negative thoughts since she will probably meet him later.
“It’s Blaire, Y/N’s friend, and assumably babysitter for tonight.” she shortly introduced herself, unaware that a close friend of hers is on the other line. “She may be told you that I will drive them home tonight, which is what I was supposed to do now. But, your girlfriend here is being bratty and–”
“I’m not being bratty. I just miss him.” you cut your friend off with a huff.
“Whatever. Anyways, we’re in Double Aces. Can you pick her up?” Blaire exhaled. Jungkook can imagine her rolling her eyes in annoyance.
Although taken aback, Jungkook replied, “Uh, of course. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
Did his voice just go deeper?! Why?
“Great! We’ll be waiting outside the bar, probably in my car. I just need to get these two away from more alcohol.” Blaire hurriedly said before hanging up.
Jungkook was admittedly hesitant at first. Suddenly, it felt like he doesn’t know Blaire and he has to introduce himself again. This time, as your boyfriend. He felt conscious about himself all over again. Thoughts and questions were all over his head before Bam, who woke up, snapped him out by barking. He breathed heavily.
“Okay, okay. Let’s pick up mom,” he told the dog, who followed him behind as he stood up.
Jungkook moved quickly, putting on his hoodie and picking up his keys. He opted to leave Bam since he’ll probably be too excited in the car to see you, even though you’re probably intoxicated. The drive to Double Aces was only fifteen minutes. Just when he arrived in front of the said bar, he saw a familiar car in front of the club.
And there he sees Blaire had your arm linked to her as you sway back and forth. She was holding an open bottle of water,
“Geez. Just drink it.”
“Okay, okay. Come on, ladies.”
Blaire returned your phone to your hand. You gasped when you saw the call already ended, and your friend rolled her eyes. Ella just watched the interaction between you two with heavy eyes. She raised an eyebrow,
“What do you mean?”
“I meant, we’re leaving. Go pick up your purse, I’m driving you back to your hotel.” Blaire replied.
“How about me?!” you whined.
“Your boyfriend is picking you up. He’s on his way.”
Boyfriend. Curiosity builds up in her chest as Blaire wonders who this mystery guy is. His voice seemed familiar though. But she cannot remember who she heard that voice from.
Your eyes widened in delight, “He is?! Yay!”
After five more minutes of talking to you and Ella, Blaire managed to convince you both to leave the club. She bought two bottles of water for each of you two. Ella was soberer than you so she was easy to follow when told to get in the car. Meanwhile, you insist on waiting outside the car for your boyfriend. Blaire, who just doesn’t want to argue, waited with you. She chain-linked her and your arms since you cannot really stand straight, leaning and moving back and forth. She still laughs at your unusual state.
She chirped, “How can I let you go with this mysterious boyfriend if your state is like this?”
“What?” you turned your head to her, eyes getting droopy. “He’s not mysterious.”
“I don’t know who the guy is, Y/N. You literally just dropped the news like twenty minutes ago. I don’t even know if I can trust him in taking you back to your home.” she replied seriously even though she was unsure you can truly understand her.
You smiled, “Oh, you’ll trust him. I’m sure. You know him.”
You were totally far from being sober. You just let words run out of your mouth, not really thinking anything.
“I know him?” Blaire repeated with a mocking tone. “Well then, what’s his name?”
“Jungkook.”
A second of silence. Then, Blaire rolled her eyes again.
“Oh, fuck off.”
She laughed as she opened the bottle of water. Jungkook? Impossible. He is in your share friend group and if you two are dating for a couple of years now as you claimed, she would have known it by now. You were about to say more but she cuts you off while shaking her head,
“Geez. Just drink it.”
Blaire watch you guzzle the liquid before she heard a car engine near them. That’s when she sees a very familiar Jeep Wrangler and she knows only one person who drives around with that car. The door from the driver's side opened and as she quickly recognize who it was, she raised her eyebrows and swore it almost went past her forehead.
“What the fuck?”
“Babe!”
You ran to Jungkook with open arms and immediately hugged him when walked in front of you and Blaire. Blaire remained wide-eyed at her spot. Jungkook tried to smile,
“Hi, Blaire.”
His smile was in between forced and nervous. He had his one hand on your back since you were still hugging him while the other gave a single wave to your statued friend. He knew you can hear his heavy heartbeats with how close your ear is to his chest while Blaire stared at you two.
“Y–You’re…” Blaire stutters as her index finger points between you and him.
Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah… two years.”
You finally turned around, “See? I told you!”
Jungkook laughed at that while the surprise still hasn’t worn off Blaire. Somehow, your drunkenness calmed him down. She was about to say something when you looked at your boyfriend.
“Let’s go home. I’m tired.” you pouted.
“Okay, princess.”
Blaire just stood there, trying to remember the times she has seen you two together alone during group hangouts. Things were starting to make sense. If you didn’t run to hug her, she’s probably still spacing out there.
“I told you, you can trust him,” you whispered before turning to your boyfriend. “Babe, say goodbye to her!”
He followed, still wearing that shy smile on his face. Blaire just broke into a smile too, giving him a pat on his arm.
“I honestly have a lot of questions right now,” she confessed.
“I know. Surprise?” Jungkook joked and they both giggled. But when it dies down, he tried to say something, “Since she’s drunk and will likely forget tomorrow that she just revealed our relationship, I hope… maybe you can…”
Without any more words or explanation, Blaire nods and formed a reassuring smile, “Yeah, I get it. I’m good at keeping secrets. We can talk all about this later… maybe when your girlfriend is sober and awake.”
She nods her chin to you. You were already resting your head on Jungkook while he holds you by the waist.
“Okay. Thank you, Blaire.” he smiled, weights lifting off his chest.
Blaire watched as Jungkook assist you in walking to his car. You were rambling about random things and he was playing along, nodding, and showing genuine reactions. She cannot help but smile at the interaction.
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Please help me find this fanfic … it’s been years and I can’t stop thinking abt it
jk oc married .. work at same office different departments… jk starts coming home late and tired … oc gets suspicious… prepared dinner , jk refuses , fight … turns out Jk is staying long hours because he’s saving up money to take oc on vacation as she was from a rich family and had to change her means to be w/ him and he feels bad
🌷 Oh yes! =) it’s been asked before and actually part of my JK Established Relationship fic rec list =) This is by @mintseesaw
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I need more established/couple au! smut with Jungkook pls I'm not into any fantasy rn I'm in my delulu phase 😭
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