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Masked Menace (GhostFace!Sukuna x Reader)

Summary:

You get a call from a random stranger that leads to your demise…

Or~

For your anniversary you and Sukuna play out the popular scream scene and live out you wildest slasher fantasy. (In a safe space)

GhostFace!Sukuna x Reader

Anime: JJK Universe: AU Pairing: Ghostface!SukunaxReader

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Smuttt

Kink: CNC, Knifeplay, slight blood play (licking a wound), Mask kink, Strength kink, Choking, Dacryphilia, Degradation

*ingredients given by( AKA Commision by): Starlightaqua ~

Chef Note: It's a bit rough mentally but milk + cookies and a warm blanket is given at the end. (Angsty but not gege <3)

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You lay on your king-size bed, lazily kicking your feet back and forth while watching TV. Ouija origins of evil, playing right before your very eyes.

“Oh-“ You gasp at the jump scare, nearly flinching out of your skin. You weren’t afraid but it did give you chills watching it alone in your big house at night- where was your silly husband? He should have already been home. You pause the movie bouncing off your bed while you snatch your cell phone. Sticking your feet into your fuzzy pink bunny slippers you padded out of the room and downstairs, texting on your phone.

~❤️Beloved❤️~

Me: Hey where are you?

❤️Beloved❤️: I’m wrapping things up

Your lips twist as you pout. Maybe you can send him a little motivation. You pose for your picture taking a quick snap of your frilly pink nightgown

Me: *IMAGE SENT*

Me: Get here soon ~

❤️Beloved❤️: MOMMY?! SORRY! MOMMY?!!!? SORRY!

You let out a boisterous laugh as you set your phone on the counter. Humming to yourself you open your cabinets, bouncing your hip as you look for a snack. “…Tell me what you want what you really really want~ imma tell ya want I want what I-“

*RING RING*

Your eyes drift to your phone as it plays your ringtone. Reaching for your device you looked at the screen, eyebrows furrowed.

Unknown

“Who… the fuck…” You toss your hair answering the phone. “Hello?”

-“Hello?” A deep velvety voice speaks into your ear.

Your eyes widen at the sexy tone- catching you off guard but for a split second, quickly you screw your head back. You are married!

“Hi, who is this?”

-“Who is this?”

You release a snort, “You called me.”

-“Wait…” The deep voice pauses, “…What number is this?”

You shake your head with a playful tone, “Dude are you high?”

-“I don’t know…” The man chuckles, “…Maybe.”

“Well~.” You say with a little sass. “I think you have the wrong number sir.”

-“Mm, do I?”

“Don’t worry, it happens. Take care.” You pull the phone away from your ear and hang up. ‘His voice was so hot.’ You let out a little laugh as you put your phone down and return to your earlier adventures. As soon as you took one step your phone rang again. You sigh as you see…

Unknown

Picking up the phone you answer it with a drawled out, “Hellllo?”

-“I’m sorry sweetheart, I guess I dialed the wrong number…”

You roll your eyes putting your hand on your hip. “Sooo~ why did you dial it again?”

-“I just… wanted to apologize.”

“Okay, well I forgive you bye now-“

-“Wait wait-“ The man spoke almost urgently making you pause your thumb on the end call. “-Don’t hang up…”

You try not to smile too much, this guy just had this tone that had your heart stutter. You should hang up. You have a husband after all, but you were curious why he was trying to talk to you. So you humor yourself a little, and ask…

“Why?”

-“I want to talk to you for a second… you gotta cute voice.” Just by the play of his tone, you could tell he was smirking.

You bite your lip but shake your head, looking at the Diamond ring that caught the light. “They have numbers for that, sorry I have to go now.” You quickly hang up not allowing him to sway you with his tempting voice. You let out a deep sigh, staring at your phone. You expected it to ring again but it didn’t.

“Well, that’s that.” You whisper to yourself.

You decide to have popcorn for your movie snack. Getting the box out you grab a pack and toss the empty container in the trash. Opening the microwave you stick the snack inside and shut it, hitting the popcorn button it buzzed to life.

Dancing your nails on the counter you wait, looking at nothing in particular as you space out.

*RING RING*

You flinch from the unexpected noise breaking your peaceful silence. “Gaaaaah.” You stomp to your phone, and what do you know? It’s unknown again! You skip hello and go straight to. “What?”

The man hisses like he has been hurt, or he was smoking something.

-“Why don’t you want to talk to me, sweetheart?” He exhales letting you know it was the latter.

You cross your arms leaning against your counter. “Who is this?”

-“You tell me your name… and I’ll tell you mine.”

You let out a sharp laugh, “Ha! Not gonna happen.”

There’s a little pause as the man smokes whatever it is he’s puffing on. Within that time your microwave beeps and you pop it open grabbing the buttery bag. Ugh, it’s not even fully done. You frown shaking the bag as you toss it back in and slam the door. Pushing the popcorn button two times for option two.

-“Whacha makin'?”

“Popcorn.” You say pushing start.

-“Popcorn?” He almost sounded surprised.

“Yah.”

-“I only eat popcorn at the movies.”

“Well… I’m watching a movie now.”

-“Really? Whatcha watching Barbie?”

“Haha because I’m a girl?”

He snickers as you follow suit with a little bite of your lip walking around your kitchen. Why you were even entertaining this, you don’t even know but for some reason, you may not mind talking to this man. It’s not like you would do anything with him. He’s some random guy probably from a whole different state. Besides, you’re just talking, there’s no harm in that.

-“So? What are you watching?”

“Ouija the origin of evil, with the little girls.”

-“Huh, a scary movie?”

“Yup, I like scary movies.” You lean on your counter eyeing the expensive knives your husband loves to buy.

-“They don’t scare you?”

“Nu-uh.”

-“Ooo… a big girl. What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Favorite? Hmm…” You hum playing with the biggest knife. “I liked… Split, i know it's not technically a scary movie but it was a cool thriller. James McAvoy killed that role."

-“Ah the guy with the multiple personalities?”

“Yeah, that one…what’s yours?”

-“Mm~ Guess.”

“Uuuum~.” You lick your lips, squinting your eyes as you try to imagine what a guy like this would like. You pop up excitedly shoving the knife back in place, “Strangers!”

-“Ah~ I see what you did there.”

You chuckle a bit hearing his pleased tone at your little joke. “Hey that movie was kind of freaky, especially that part where it’s like ‘why are you doing this to us ’ and they say-“

-“Because you were home.”

“YES! Aaah! That’s sooo creepy!”

-“Haha yeah I like that movie it was scary…”

“Yeah, the first one but the rest weren’t as great.” You move around your house swaying as you walk, a playful bounce in your step. Gosh, it was like you were back in high school talking to your crush on the phone. There’s something about his voice that keeps you hooked.

-"My favorite scary movie is Jeepers Creepers."

"Nooo~" You laugh playfully. "I love that movie too!"

-"Yeah? Sing the tune for me."

"Jeepers~ Creepers~"

-"Where'd ya get those sneakers~"

The two of you duet together as you do a little sway, and once it ends you giggle. "Ah~ I love a good horror movie with spooky tunes."

-"Yeeeah me too. Love that burnt fucker with the knives tune too."

You bite your nail playfulling, dragging it over your lip as you think about what you are doing. The girlie butterflies and everything were fine but... you should end this call, your husband will be home any second now. You opened your lips to say your goodbyes but then he asked-

-“Soooo does an Angel like you got a boyfriend?”

You pause mouth falling open, Angel!? Like you? This man was giving you butterflies without even trying! You let out a girlish giggle, “Whyy~ do you want to ask me out on a date or somethin’?” You pick up some mail busying yourself while talking on the phone.

-“What if I do…?”

You separate what’s yours, fanning yourself with the magazines. “What if I do?”

-“Do you?”

“No.”

Technically- you weren’t lying. You had a husband.

-“Good…good…hey, you never did tell me your name…I would really like to know it.”

You toss the mail into their respectable baskets, as you flirt with Mr. Unknown. “Why do you want to know my name?”

-“Because I want to know who I’m checking out.”

Your eyes blink quickly, and your stomach drops. Did he just- “Wh-what did you say?” Your head swivels around quickly.

-“I… want to know whose sweet voice this is.”

You feel a cold chill run up your spine as you start walking around locking your doors and windows. “Stop it! Th-that’s not what you said!”

-“What do you think I said?”

You gulp hard peeking out of your window, searching for anyone that shouldn’t be there. All you see are dark woods and grassy land that stretches for miles.

-“Angel?…Hello?”

You pull your curtains closed shaking your head, you don’t like this anymore. This just turned extra creepy. “I-I gotta go.”

-“What? I thought we were going to go out?”

“No, thank you.”

-“Wait-! don’t you dare hang up on me-“

You were already in motion hanging up the phone as you walked swiftly down your hall checking every corner with panicky orbs.

*RING RING RING*

The sudden noise makes your chest tight, and seeing UNKNOWN on your screen constricts it even more. Someone has to be playing a joke on you! That’s the only logical thing here, right?

You answer the phone, “Who is this!”

-“I told you not to hang up on me.” The man sounded almost irritated with you but you didn’t care.

“This isn’t funny anymore! I don’t know who is pranking me but I’m over this!”

-“What? No no~ this isn’t a prank sweetheart, I just want to talk to you.”

“Well, I don’t want to talk to you!” You quickly

hang up marching to the kitchen.

*Ring Ring*

You grit your teeth picking up the phone, “LISTEN ASSHOLE-“

-“NO YOU LISTEN YOU LITTLE BITCH, YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN AND I’LL GUT YOU LIKE A FISH AND EAT YOU! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

You had frozen in fear listening to his sadistic words. Chest rising and falling quickly as you began to freak out.

-“DO YOU UNDERSTAND!”

He shouted at you again making you flinch. Quickly you uttered a “Yes-“ your voice cracking at the end of it.

- “Yeah…much better.” The unknown man chuckled.

You had to fight back tears as you spoke, “Is…Is this some kind of sick joke…”

-“No… think of it more like a game. Can you handle playing a game with me…pinky?”

You gasped running out into your hall as you duck down low, the only safe place where there was no way anyone could see you. Crawling to your window you peeked out with searching eyes.

-“Can you see me?”

You swallow harshly, trying to catch your frantic breathing, “You better leave me alone or I’m calling the police!”

-He clicks his tongue, “See you live in the middle of bum fuck nowhere ill be done with you waaaay before they could get here.”

You slide down the side of your wall, holding a shakey hand to your lips, “Wh-what do you want!”

-“To fuck your stupid little brains out.”

You gasped at the vulgarity pulling the phone away from you as you hung up, tears streaming down your cheeks as you held your knees to your chest trying your best not to panic.

*DING DONG DING DONG!*

You scream throwing yourself away from the door, crawling down your hall as you quickly get up and clutch your phone to your chest. “Who’s there!” Your voice quivers in terror, but no one answers. “WHO’S THERE!” You shake your head looking at your phone. “I’M CALLING THE POLICE!”

*RING RING *

“AH!” You scream fumbling your phone as you quickly answer it. “WHAT!”

-“You should never say ‘whose there’ don’t you watch scary movies- it’s a damn death wish. Your dumbass might as well come out and investigate a straaange noise or something.”

You suck in a heavy breath slowly backing away from your front door. “Look… you had your f-fun now!"

-"Are you crying? You trying to flirt with me or something? That shit turns me on."

" Y-you better leave me alone right now or else!" Your voice was trembling as much as your body was.

-“Ooor else what?” He taunts.

“O-or else my husband will be-be here any minute now and he will be pissed!”

-“Aw~ I thought you didn’t have a boyfriend?”

“I have a husband, not a boyfriend! -hiccup- he will be here so you-you BETTER leave!”

-“Suure~ sure…”

You shook your head not liking his condescending tone, “I-I swear! You-hiccup- better be gone! My husband is a fighter and-hiccup- he’s the fucking strongest!”

-“The strongest? Would he beat me in a match~?”

“YES! HE WOULD WIN! HE’D BEAT YOUR ASS!”

-“Oooh~ I’m really shaking in my boots now…”

You hold your chest with a flat hand, the pain becoming too unbearable. Your words were causing no fear to this cocky bastard, but still you double down. “HE WOULD WIN HE WOULD WIN- SO… s-so-hiccup- you better just leave…!”

-“His name wouldn’t happen to be…Gojo Satoru…would it?”

You inhaled sharply, “H-how do you…how do you know his name…?”

-“Turn on the patio lights…”

You didn’t know what you expected to see and you hoped to the high heavens it wasn’t your husband. And if it was, you hoped that he and his friends would be out there and yell surprise- telling you it was all a prank. Gojo loved pranks. This one was a terrible- terrible- one but you’d forgive him because you’d be so happy that this wasn’t real. You would be relieved. So so-relieved.

Your shakey hand raises as you walk toward the back sliding doors. Flicking the light on. As soon as you did it illuminated Gojo tied to a chair with blood on his head and tape on his mouth. His blue eyes widen in fear when they meet your own.

“HM!” His screams were muffled as he tried to wiggle out of the restraints.

“SATORU!” You cried as you quickly opened the door, but a masked figure came out of nowhere and slammed it shut.

You seized in shock- face to face with a morphed ghost mask. The man wore an all-black outfit. Tight black t-shirt, black combat pants, black combat boots, and black tactical gloves to finish the look. His muscles were huge- bulging out of his shirt with black tattoos on his arms. Just the sight of him both frightened and compelled you at the same time.

The tip of a very sharp knife tapped the glass shaking you out of whatever spell you were locked in.

"Hey! Pay attention, sweetheart, I almost lost you there."

"What do you want!" You scream at him.

He shook his head in disbelief.

"I just told you, what are you deaf? We're going to have a little fun alright? Now turn off the lights and get back on the phone."

Your eyes dart behind him to your beaten-up husband, "Don't hurt hi-"

"TURN OFF THE LIGHTS"

You let out a soft whine as you slide toward the light, fingers shaking as you flick it off. You could no longer see Gojo and the man disappeared into the darkness. Shakily raising the phone to your ear you stare into the abyss of darkness.

-"Now...as I was saying. Let's make things... interesting. I want to play a game. Some scary movie trivia. If you guess right your husband lives, guess wrong, and... well he dies. Simple right? The first question... I just quoted a movie, what movie is it from?"

You were so zapped, the mental exhaustion taking a toll on you. You heard the man speak but his words lagged in your mind, having a hard time processing everything. Yet you knew he was toying with you, putting Gojo's life in your hands. You sniffled with a painful expression. "I-I don't w-want t-to please-"

-"Aww~ Come on sweetheart you can do it~. I just gave you an easy one. 'I want to play a game'... what movie is that from."

You rub at your eyes, they itched from all your crying, "Uh...It's...it's saw..."

-"Ding ding~ You got it! See that wasn't so hard..."

You felt slight relief but then he said-

-"Last question."

"Noooo!" You groaned in despair, the game was still not over and you didn't think this sick bastard was going to play fair.

-"Alright, who's the killer in Split?"

You jolted up, "Kevin Wendell Crumb! His name is Kevin Wendell Crumb!"

-"EEEEEH- Wrong!"

"Wait what! Yes! That was his actual name! It's Kevin I've seen the movie a thousand times!"

-"Then you should know the true killer is the beast one of the many split personalities inside Kevin! Say goodbye to your husband!"

He fucking tricked you!

"NO!" You slapped the light on but you were too late. Gojo had a knife sticking in his stomach as he steadily choked on blood gasping for air. "NOOOOO!" You screamed hitting the glass in frustration.

-"Alright next question."

"I'M NOT PLAYING YOUR STUPID GAMES!"

-"Tch- suit yourself-"

*CRASH*

You screamed as the man crashed into the window like a freight train. Within a flash, you were running, gunning it up your steps. You bust into your room with a gasp throwing yourself on the floor as you slide under your bed. You slapped a hand over your mouth as you heard the heavy boots drum up your steps and plant in your hallway.

"Oh~" The man drawls, "If you wanted to play hide and seek why didn't you say so? I like this game too..."

You quickly hang up your phone realizing you are still on the line with the stranger. With your hand suffocating your mouth- trying to trap any sounds from escaping, you shakily unlock your phone.

The man's boots thudded into the room, your eyes widened as you watched them prowl across the floor like a hunting lion. He stopped abruptly, a pair of your pink panties on the floor. "You really like pink doll face." He bent down to pick them up, knees bent as he crouched. You scooted a bit over just in case he looked this way. You heard him inhale deeply- was he smelling your underwear? He let out a pleased sigh, standing up to his full length. "One... two i'm coming for- you!" He kicked in your closet door open the wood cracking loudly with a loud bang.

You quickly began to scroll for your friend's number, she was the closest to you and she and her husband were hunters. Your fingers could barely function as you began to text her. Your nails get in the way or make a loud tapping noise when it thuds on the screen. You grit your teeth wanting to rip them off.

"Three four you better lock the- door!"

You jolted as he kicked open your bathroom door. Splinters hitting the floor.

*Best Bitch Ever*

Me: Helo helo

Me:Help help

Me:someine is trying to kill me

She had your location, she knew where you were.

"Five six grab your crucifix!"

He was in your bathroom now tearing down your shower curtain. Slowly you started inching toward the door. You froze when he came back into the room singing.

"Seven eight you better stay awake!" he threw off your many pillows, stuffed toys, and blankets. The bed squeaked due to his weight.

You paused in fear, there was only one more spot for him to check. You were practically on the other side of the bed opposite of him. You were getting ready to roll out and run like hell

"Nine ten never sleep...-"

*Ding* Best Bitch Ever Notification!

You froze in horror not realizing your phone was not in silent mode. Everything went still. You didn't dare breathe.

Within the next second, his Ghostface popped down next to you, "There you are ya little bitch!"

A terrifying scream scratched your throat as you crawled to the other side. A gloved hand gripped your ankle as he dragged you out from underneath the bed.

"Never hide under the bad! Another horror 101!" He growled as you screamed kicking your feet wild as your bunny flippers fly off. "Fuck-" He tripped over the pillows, his grip letting up just enough for you to wiggle free and jump up.

You ran out of the room nearly hitting the wall. Tumbling forward you made a sharp turn to jog down the stairs but in your haste, you tripped on your feet and tumbled the rest of the way. One moment you were fine and the next moment flashed before your eyes and then you were groaning laid out on your back at the bottom of the steps. Your vision was hazy as you rolled your head to look at the dark figure standing at the top of the steps.

His head slowly clocked to the side as he clicked his tongue while tapping his knife against his pants. "Tsk Tsk tsk- carelessly falling down the steps too? My sweet angel, now you're just begging for it." The man began to descend. The sound of his boots dropping heavy with each step had your heart picking up.

A low groan left your lips, your mind trying to come back together as your blurry vision adjusted. Your body aching but begging you to get up. Your double vision adjusted and you were able to slowly get up on your elbows and start to crawl back. "N-no... please-" You beg as he got closer. Your adrenaline rose as you started moving a bit quicker, but not fast enough.

He was upon you, feet planted on both sides of your frame as you whimpered looking up at this monster of a man. Trembling as you shed more tears begging him over and over again, "Please please please..."

"Aw~" He coos. "Now I know you are flirting with me." He adjusts his hard-on as he lets out a twisted moan. "What would your husband think? Oh wait-"

"Noooohooo ah-!" You cry using your last bit of strength to quickly scurry backward but the man is upon you, dropping his weight on you so he can pin you down.

You scream and thrash and kick and slap and punch and do all you can but the man is an absolute unit. Your fighting doing absolutely nothing to him, but tiring yourself out.

The man stabs the wood floor right next to your face making you scream in terror. He grabbed your flailing arms and pinned you down by your wrist making you twist and turn, trying to wiggle out. He sat on your hips, your legs kicking wildly behind him. The knife taunting you, right by your very face. You could see your reflection in it as you cried in defeat, settling down. The man was much too strong for you to even do anything. He was sitting on you without breaking a sweat. Watching you with sick fascination. You couldn't see his eyes, but you could feel it.

"Ya done?" The man chuckled above you.

You say nothing as you pant heavily, staring at the very weapon that just may end your life.

"I asked you a question. Don't you know it's rude to ignore people?"

You gulp down the need to point out the pure hypocrisy of his words. Slowly you nod your head.

"Good." He gives you a light squeeze to your wrist as a warning to his next words, "Now stay still..." He drifts off yanking the knife out of the floor.

You shook your head resuming your fighting, "No no please don't kill me!"

He grabs you by the neck and presses the flat end of the knife against your collarbone. Your head hikes up, afraid to be cut. The message was loud and clear, but he repeated it for you just for clarification.

"Stay. Still."

You blink up at the black sockets of his mask, hoping he could see your pleading gaze. Hoping it would pull on his heartstrings and he'd show you mercy, but deep down you felt it only truly turned him on more.

He leaned his head as he followed his blade. Guiding it smoothly over your skin. He teased you like a lover would, slipping the tip underneath the thin straps of your skimpy pink gown.

He jerked his hand-

The sudden movement made you flinch. Your chest quivers as he moves to the other strap to repeat the same movement, but this time you hissed as your flesh stings. A red beading line appears right above your tit.

"Oops..." He breathes, not a hint of remorse in his voice. He leans down, pulling his mask up a bit as he licks at your breast.

"Nh-" You watched his tongue collect the blood greedily. You could see hints of tattoos on his face but then he pulled back adjusting his mask back in place.

He shifts lifting up as he drags the knife up your thigh. You whimper when you feel it pass by your panties and up further underneath your dress. You suck in your stomach squeezing your eyes shut in fear. The knife glides up in between your breasts, and then he flips it, yanking back as he cuts off your bra and dress.

You let out a cry as you become exposed. You quickly cover yourself, as the man slides the knife into your panties. He cuts your thigh in the process making you whine.

"Sorry~ Looks like I did it again. Your blood is...soo~ beautiful." He groans swiping his knife through your panties like butter.

You received another cut on your other thigh. "AH-" That one stung.

You heard a deep growl, as he watched the blood spill a bit. Quickly he pulls back and tosses up your legs by your thighs. With the knife tight in his grip he bends down to again lick at your leg like a dog. He moaned as he switched to your other thigh sucking on the flesh.

You had to hold in a moan, he was so close to your most intimate spot. You could see a bit more of his masculine chin, and something compelled you to reach down and snatch his mask off. You pulled back with a gasp as he looked up at you with red lustful eyes, licking his bloody lips. You couldn't believe how unbelievably handsome he was. Tattoos lined his jawline and even peaked out from his neck. He also had a weird tattoo on his forehead. Pinkish black hair spiked up with an undershave. The devil shouldn't be this beautiful.

He flashes you a devilish smirk. "Now who told you to do that?" He questions slipping his mask away from you with delicate aggression. "Imma have to punish you for that..." He lifts his knife and licks it. He sounds animalistic- lost in the bloodlust. Excitement sparkles in his eyes as he presses the knife on your stomach, ready to cut.

"Y-You know it's- it's-it's my birthday..." You sniffle weakly.

His head leaned with a questioning cock to it, eyebrows raising. "Is it now?"

You nod slowly, "Mhm..."

"Well? Why didn't you say so sweetheart?" He chuckled sliding the knife in its placeholder around his thigh.

Hope struck you to the core, "A-are you going to let me go?"

He threw his head back in a mocking chuckle, biting the ends of the mask with his teeth as he pulled it back over his head and with one hand. Then he nodded his head. "Sure~... after I fuck your brains out."

You are fueled with frustration and terror as you begin to fight again. He laughs at your futile attempts. You kick off him, flipping over as you quickly try to get up on your feet but he climbs on your back, pushing you down on the ground. You whine and squirm, as he fishes out his cock. You felt him press into your surprisingly wet cunt. Your screams morph into a low moan as he has no trouble bullying his way into you.

"Fuck- are you always this wet angel?" He moans deeply into your ear as he rolls his hips. "Or is it just for me?"

"Ah-~st-stop!"

"Stop?" He questions as he does nothing of the sort. "Why would I stop when your pussy is begging for it? don't you hear it?"

You could hear exactly what he was referring to. You were so wet his dick was squelching inside of you, making lewd noises as he thrust in and out.

But you shook your head, "No no! I-It hurts! It hurts!" You were babbling about nonsense too dizzy on his cock to say anything else.

He already proved his point but he wanted to nail this shit into the coffin. He grabbed your neck from behind, choking you as he pulled you up on your hands. He moved his phone in front of your face, the video recording your very wanton face.

"Look at yourself angel." He chuckled as he bounced you back and forth on his cock. Face maske pressed to your side with his gloved hand around your neck like a choker. "Now you tell me- if this looks like a bitch in pain?"

You looked at yourself with teary eyes, watching this masked man fuck you from behind. Tits swaying as your back arches for more. "N-ah~" You couldn't even speak your words of denial, your mind becoming hazy with it all. Your legs tremble as you feel your body flutter in euphoric flurries.

"Su-" Your vision spots for a split second. Your moans being choked out of you.

"Oh fuck-" The man growled letting you go. You gasped for air as he sat his phone against the wall so you could still watch yourself. Watch as he grabs your hips and abuses your pussy.

"Fuck-fuck-" He curses as you wail in pleasure, orgasming overcoming you. "That's right bitch-cum on my cock-"

Your eyes rolled as you came with a shout. The man went into a sort of frenzy. Bucking wildly as he chased his high.

"Please ah-no! Don't cum in me! Take it out!" You scream in horror.

He let out a loud moan, flinching as he did exactly what you said not to do.

"Nooooh~" You whine feeling his cock twitch inside of you, filling you up with his seed. You drop your sweaty forehead to the ground, panting.

The man went soft inside you, yet he didn't pull out. Keeping you plugged up with his cum. You felt him shift forward, his knife coming around to sit on your neck as you gasped pitifully. "Why-why me?"

He chuckled in your ear, "Because... you were home..."

You whined, squeezing your eyes shut as you slowly raised your hands into a triangle shape. "Domain expansion: Safespace~"

Right after you said that both of you laughed.

"Did you like that?" Sukuna pulled off his mask as you looked back at him with loving eyes.

"I~ Set it up for you, what else were you going to say?"

"Don't be sassy with me."

You giggle as he pulled back, sharing a sweet kiss followed by multiple pecks. Then he was pulling out of you, tucking himself away. Helping you up. "How do you feel?"

"I'm fine." You smile as he bends down to scoop you up in one arm.

"I didn't cut you too bad? You used our soft safeword." He questions you earnestly, walking you into the kitchen as he sets you down on the marble counter.

Yes- It's my birthday- was your 'soft' safeword. It was used in a way to not completely take you guys out of role play but to shift whatever was going on. At that moment you were nervous about getting cut more. "I know~ How much you want to carve your name into me Sukuna." You look at him with a playful glint in your eye.

He chuckles, "If you aren't ready for it it's fine baby, I just want to make sure you are okay. I don't want to push you to something you aren't ready for. I mean, I got three cuts off before you called it." He speaks while grabbing the first aid kit and tending to your wounds.

You twist your lips feeling as though you failed him by using your soft safeword. Guilt tickles your stomach.

"Aye." Sukun taps your chin with two fingers, "What's with the face? That's one more cut from last time?"

You shrug. "I guess... i just feel like i ruined it... ya know?"

He grabs your face between his hands, so you can't look away, "I can do without the cutting, it doesn't matter. I enjoyed this entire night baby. Did you?"

You give him a little laugh, "I mean could you not tell by how wet I was?"

He nodded his head with a sly lick of his lips, "Yeah, you were hella wet. I heard you almost said my name."

"I know! You should've given me your name so I could have said it! Ugh!"

Sukuna gives you an evil laugh knowing just how much you love to say his name during sex. "Thought it be fun if I were nameless." He gives you a quick peck going back to your cuts.

You roll your eyes with a huff, "So mean to me~Also! For the record that fall downstairs was not planned!"

"I know I was waiting for you to say the safeword so I went a bit slower."

"I know~ Thank you~." You throw your arms around his neck as he slots between your legs. "I love you so much~"

"I love you too... happy anniversary."

He circles his arms around you as he leans in to kiss you deeply.

There was a loud bang separating the two of you.

Soon Shoko ran in holding a shotgun toward the two of you, "GET AWAY FROM HER YOU SICK-"

"Domain expansion safe space."

"Oh." Shoko stands up straight laying her gun on her shoulder.

The three of you chuckle as Shoko looks around the house, "Damn Sukuna you fucked this place up."

"He busted through the window!"

Sukuna nods his head, "I always wanted to do that- but I'll fix everything-"

Getou came running in on the other side of the kitchen, "GET AWAY FROM HER-"

"Domain expansion safe space!"

"Oh- you couldn't have texted us before we got here?"

"We like just finished!" Sukuna took off his shirt so you could pull it over your nude body.

Getou sighs dejectedly, "Man I really wanted to shoot you this time."

Sukuna rolls his eyes, "Maybe next time."

The couple wished you guys a happy anniversary one last time before they said their goodbyes, and departed.

Crawling into bed together, you snuggled up next to Sukuna with a satisfied hum, "Just for the record I did know that the beast was the killer in the movie." You pop your lips making your husband chuckle.

"Sure you did~"

"You know that's my favorite movie-"

"HELLO~ what's the safeword again?! my arms are killing me and I have to piss!"

Both of you pause as you hear a voice from outside.

"Did we leave Gojo tied up?"

"Eh~ Let's leave him out there till the morning."

You heard a sound click as the sprinklers turned on followed by a pitiful scream.

"PINEAPPLE! JUSTIN BEIBER- AH JENNIFER LAWRENCE?! WHAT'S THE DAMN SAFEWORD!?

You sigh as you pick up your phone, "I'll call Shoko."

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chatsukimi · 2 months

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ꜱᴋᴀᴛᴇʙᴏᴀʀᴅᴇʀ!ᴄʜᴏꜱᴏ

★ ☄︎ he was a skater boy, she said see ya later boy!

⤷ genre: fluff, frustration ⤷ tropes: reader fumbles, fluff, minor hurt -> comfort, popular!reader ⤷ series (jjk men as athletes)

SKATERBOARDER!CHOSO who is the school's nonchalant object of desire. he doesn't realise it, how those silver-onyx piercings speckle his ears or the devil-may-care bandaids around his body that has the school in a chokehold. he doesn't realise loads of things, as you'll find out.

SKATERBOARDER!CHOSO who asks you out casually after school, his hands in his pockets, half lidded eyes as he inspects you. you bristle.

you've witnessed boys handpick bouquets for you, girls write you careful love letters, but this choso hasn't tried much at all.

you reject him, thinking nothing of it.

SKATERBOARDER!CHOSO who you start noticing him at the cafeteria, composed beside his friends. in class, his habit of keeping to himself, bobbing his head to some invisible tune. it's almost as though nothing happened.

at the skate park your friend drags you to because she swears you'll finally catch feelings on one of the skaters, unaware of the prior rejection, you watch him glide seamlessly over the rails in the distance.

'hey, let's go. there's nothing much to see.' you tug your friend's arm, your face burning. what if he sees you? he'll think you're spying on him.

he catches your eye as he does a trick mid-air. your breath hitches. he says nothing. the skateboard hits the ground.

SKATERBOARDER!CHOSO who's standing right beside you when a guy from your class comes over, shyly.

oh no, not now....

you compel your eyes on the boy before you as the same old stunt unfolds, ignoring not the guy beside you. when the confession finishes, you kindly send the boy off with a "sorry. i'm not super interested right now". you turn around, ready to flee.

humiliated, the boy asks, "do you flirt with guys for fun then?" your heartbeat staggers (what did he just say?), and you unconsciously lean away from him. no way he said that...

"don't harass those who have no interest in you." the taller figure steps forward. "did nobody teach you better than that?" the boy squeaks something incomprehensible at the sight of choso interfering and hurries away.

"thanks."

there's a super good question doing cartwheels in your brain... why are you so flustered?

you figure that's it, you'll leave and never speak about this incident again, about to step away, until you hear a low voice rumble behind you. "that's nicer than how you rejected me." all words die in your mouth as choso eyes you, not making a move. "you gotta be meaner," he instructs. his tongue works a piece of gum.

as he skates away, too fast for you to chase, you breathe out in the hot afternoon.

"you gotta be meaner" the words float through your head.

meaner, you think. choso returns to your head, with absolutely no ill intention but that sexy nonchalant gaze roving over you, gently splitting apart.

there's only one thing stuck on your mind.

"fuckk i fumbled."

SKATERBOARDER!CHOSO who's shipped with you in the weeks leading up to valentine's day. tiny conversations in class. absent-minded nods. disappearing to the skate park after school. the grade's ultimate unofficial couple... and he doesn't seem ruffled at all.

SKATERBOARDER!CHOSO who teaches you how to skateboard, to the distress of your parents and friends. bruises and minor scrapes appear on your knees, contrasting your dainty baby blue shorts. it's a way to show you're his, even if unofficially.

SKATERBOARDER!CHOSO who comments on your progress, the necklace you gave him tucked under his black shirt. he pats you on the back in a friendly way, too friendly.

SKATERBOARDER!CHOSO who lets you grip onto him when mounting the skateboard, strands of his black hair tossed over his face concentrated on your footing.

you hold your breath. he walks you slowly down the bank of the river, sunset illuminating his beautiful beautiful features, the lean curvature of his jaw. the peace he holds with his gaze.

you suddenly say, "are you going to ask me out again?"

"no," he states. your heart drops. "no, no- no." his expression contorts from apathy to sudden desperation. you flinch away from his hold.

you're wobbling. oh no-

he skids to the ground just in time, catching you before your fall. rough baggy pants grind against the rough concrete. he's holding you with a criminal care.

"i meant, no- i didn't know you liked me like that," he says. collecting himself again, he asks, serious, "i know this isn't the best time to ask, but i hope this time you can give me a chance." his inquisitive eyes are watching for your consent. "you don't have to, of course, but... wanna grab a bite after this? i know a place."

it's the perfect time to ask.

SKATERBOARDER!CHOSO whose baggy hoodie you wear to school to the surprise of nobody but choso, himself.

"you know they're all expecting this, right?"

he looks around the hallway. "what? oh. yeah." you're about to ask what he means when he explains, 'yeah the boys know i've liked you.'

this time it's you in shock. 'since when??'

he pauses, as though pondering, himself.

'freshman year.'

maybe you're the real oblivious one at the end.

#choso kamo #jjk choso #choso x reader #choso fluff #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #choso x you

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uriekukistan · 24 days

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Since you’re doing asks, do you have any predictions for the next few jjk chapters? (Sorry if this is a weird question, I’m feeling stuck waiting for the next update haha)

(thank you for the ask!! i totally rambled here im so sorry i just have a lot of thoughts running through my brain rn)

sjkfdh no me too im actually like losing it over here waiting. honestly i dont really understand what gege is trying to do after the last chapter, but i have some rational ideas, and then i have some more wishful thinking ideas. putting my answer below the cut bc spoilers

purely operating off the idea that it would be an absolute ass move for gege to kill off his mc, next chapter either yuuji avoids sukuna's flames, or someone else interferes. streets saying choso is going to sacrifice himself for yuuji but i refuse to believe that. sukuna's barrier has an open barrier to catch maki, and miwa was able to get in to protect maki with her simple domain, so it's possible that someone else will be able to show up. or yuuji just takes it like the absolute tank he is.

wishful thinking says we get yuuta COOKING sukuna but uhh idk how likely that is...at least in the next chapter. yuuta will return eventually just trust me bro like we didnt even see fully manifested rika vs sukuna he's not done yet i know it🤞

idk on the other hand it does feel like Someone Dies O'Clock, and i feel like it's most likely choso. gege's gotta be cooking up a really devastating death rn and i think that would be the one that would suck the most rn, especially since gege was really building choso's relationship w yuuji those past few chapters. would be so like him to do all that just to deliver the gut punch of killing him off

long term, i have two theories i alternate between depending on how optimistic i'm feeling, which i won't give voice to in case gege's listening, but they both have to do with this panel

and it's visual/situational similarities to these panels because gege loves circular storytelling

i could explain more but i'm lowkey superstitious about speaking these things into or out of existence.......

#jjk spoilers #jjk leaks

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gojos-thot-patrol · 2 years

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I now present you with:

Even more Random JJK men headcannons I made while in my feels

This time Featuring: Megumi, Itadori, and Sukuna

MEGUMI:

Megumi loves a very specific type of country music, and that is "Scorned woman gets revenge" country.

Play any of that stadium, "I fuck my truck while drinkin beer" country and he's liable to punch you in the neck. CARRIE UNDERWOOD HOWEVER.

Not Carrie, but if you put on Gunpowder and Lead for this man, he is going to give you a concert you will never forget. That is his JAM.

Other than that, he listens to a lot of Tool. I dunno, he just seems like the kind of guy to like Tool. And Alice in Chains.

Doesn't like Nine Inch Nails though. First song he heard was Animal and it just ruined the whole band for him.

Is a weirdly good artist. Like, he claims he's never taken a class, and doesn't really practice a lot, but his art is so good it's hard to believe that's true.

He uses this power exclusively to draw fanart.

Oh, hes a closeted weeb. Like, hes super into anime and manga, but hes so ashamed to admit it. And for no real reason honestly.

Hes a movie guy. That giant collection of movies you saw Itadori watch? Yea, those were all Megumis. He was pissed when Gojo took them and gave 0 explanation as to why.

He says his favorite movie is the Godfather, but it's not. It's Kevin Smiths Dogma. He thinks Alan Rickman is fucking hilarious in that movie.

He can never say that though, because of he did, he'd lose all movie buff credit

Also, Nobara got him into musicals. No, not Hamilton, that's too basic. He's into things like "The Guy That Hates Musicals" and "Sweeny Todd."

Unironically sings "my friends" to himself as he shaves.

Also, he has an incredible singing voice, but good luck actually hearing it. You gotta catch him in the moment.

Watches art videos on YouTube to fall asleep. Watching people color is just really soothing to him.

He really loves chocolate. Like, all types, in all shapes and forms, except white chocolate. Fuck white chocolate, he hates that shit on principle.

"It has no coco in it, it's just soild cream! Who wants to eat cream?!"

He does, but he won't admit it on principle

Generally speaking, he's not great at video games. He can't tell you why, but they make him motion sick.

The exception is Rythm games. He kills at those. 100% on expert, first try, every time. Man's got rhythm.

Does not believe he has any rhythm at all.

ITADORI:

Hes weirdly specific about sheets. He truly believes in getting a good, comfortable, nights sleep, and that your bedding contributes to that.

Seriously, this is a man that would gladly drop 50, 60, 100 american dollars on sheets. And be Damm fucking happy about it too.

He convinced Nanami to his side as well. Nanami was of the opinion that sheets are sheets. Like, yea don't get the cheapest, scratchiest, sheets available, but 13000 yen on sheets is excessive.

Itadori was like "just touch them. Touch my sheets Nanami, please." And Nanami was like "no, that is weird, do you hear yourself?" Finally, he did it to shut the kid up.

He immediately dropped 13000 yen on some sheets.

Itadori genuinely loves doing house work as well. Dinner, dishes, laundry, he loves that. He finds it meditative. He just puts on his music and goes.

He also loves Magic the Gathering and DnD. He's finally convinced Nobara and Megumi to play with him, and is living his best life watching his friends slowly get sucked into his nerd culture.

He uses out dated slang. And this is hell on Sukuna, who is trying to learn modern language from him.

Seriously words like, Gnarly, Totes, Metal, and Home Skillet, are all common place in Itadoris vocabulary.

One time, Sukuna was just kinda rambling, and to placate him Itadori said "oh, word?" Absent mindedly and it just threw this demon for a whole ass loop. "What do you mean "Oh word?" I said many words, what word is confusing you, punk?!"

He loves birds. Genuinely, they're one of his most favorite animals. He had a green and pink parakeet for most of his life, but sadly he bad to rehome Cosmo and Wanda once his grandfather got sick.

It's ok though, they're new owners are super nice and still send Itadori letters with updates and pictures of the babies

He will point out birds and tell random facts about them as the crew goes through Tokyo. Everyone actually greatly appreciates this from him, cause fun facts are fun!

He's actually just full of fun facts. Like, sometimes he'll read random Wikipedia pages for fun, and will just throw out the facts he has as like, a conversation starter.

His favorite flavor of anything is peach. Not even for the meme or the joke, peach is just the perfect flavor as far as hes concerned.

It's also pink, like him. So. There is that.

After watching all of those movies for months, he decided his favorite movie genre was the RomCom. Even if he got punched a few times, it was worth it.

Are the cliché? Yes. Are they ever really well Shot or get creative with cinematography? No, not really. Do they sometimes have some troubling tropes? You betcha. But they were also fun, and familiar, and warm, and they always had a happy ending. And happy ending are important to Itadori.

In general he's kind of a hopeless romantic. He's not looking for love, persay. If it comes, cool but he's certainly not seeking it out.

But he does love the concept of love. And how it's used in media, specifically. It can be the ultimate good or the ultimate bad with very little in-between and that fascinates him.

His favorite holiday is the entirety of Golden Week cause he loves having the week off to research birds.

SUKUNA:

Fucking loves Britney Spears. His all time favorite artist, she has an undeniable energy, and a command over attention that he can not help but respect.

She also put out Criminal, so, he has no choice but to stan.

His first week being awake again was a fucking trip. He'd been asleep for thousands of years, and oh my gods had the humans been fucking busy.

The microwave blew his fucking mind. "You mean you've harnessed the power of the fucking sun in a small box in order to just, reheat your leftovers whenever you want?! THE FUTURE IS NOW YUJI ITADORI."

Don't even get him started on indoor plumbing, he really just though everyone in this Era had money money.

Jokes on him.

He can not handle spicy food. Sukuna can be defeated with a chili pepper and it's almost embarrassing.

Hes addicted to Baja Blast though. As far as he's concerned, that is the one thing humans did right.

He has threatened to shut the entire operation (that being Itadoris life) down over being denied the cancer in a cup.

He really tries to use modern slang, but in-between his age and Yuji not using any that was created after 1998, he never stood a chance.

"Where are your chickens, Punk?" "M...my chickens?" "Yes, your chickens! Your friends, your homes, your cooking wear!!" "...Ryomen, are you trying to say 'where are your peeps?!'"

He loves cats. They're independent and graceful creatures and he has to respect it

Also, LOOK AT THEIR WITTLE NOSES AND TEEFIES!! DEY ARE SO COOT AND WITTLE!

Hes really into documentaries, he uses them to catch up on all the things he missed out on while asleep.

The main thing he learned was that humans never really changed. And it almost bummed him out.

Greatly appreciates Itadoris passion for quality bedding, but he will never say that out loud.

Genuinely enjoys art in all of its forms. Will force Itadori to go to museums and such for him. Almost lost his entire mind when he found out Megumi was not only an artist, but a damn good artist at that.

Can not sleep at night. Even when Sukuna was mortal, he was nocturnal. This sucks for Itadori, cause while he's trying to sleep, Sukuna it trying to converse and he does not like to be ignored.

Hes queer as hell but can't admit it. He'll say things to Itadori about hot people he sees in public, and this includes men. He'll say some of the raunchiest shit about men.

And everytime Itadori is like "uhh, hey man. Is there something you want to tell me?" "No, nothing other than the things I'd do to that man." "Sukuna, are you, like...gay?" "Thats a bold question to ask punk. "Gay" is a concept you and your generation made up. In my time, there was no concept of "sexual orientation" or "monogamy" or any of those other terms you humans use to put yourself in a box. If you were attracted to someone, and they were attracted to you, you fucked. And that was that, the other parties genitals were very rarely taken into account when making a move on someone." "Thats not really an answer." "I know."

He actually doesn't talk a whole lot about his Era, or his time when he was alive. No one really knows why either. Whenever asked about it, he just kinda mutters about it being a long time ago, or ignores the questions entirely. Either way, he isn't about talking about it.

He things tigers are cool as fuck. Gotta be one of his favorite genders.

"Did I do it right? Is this how you "meme" or whatever the fuck you call it, Punk?"

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #megumi #megumi fushiguro #Itadori #yuji itadori #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen headcanons

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violetnotez · 3 years

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Can you please make JJK boys HCs where their s/o is multilingual? Like they speak several languages and sometimes get asked around in Tokyo by foreigners and they get jealous bc they think it's hot but can't understand a single word at the same time. I just think it'll be cute and funny! ( U can ignore if u like) thank you tho ❤️

HC: S/O IS MULTILINGUAL | JJK

Music Genre: Rock | JJK

Characters: Gojou, Yuuji, Megumi

Warnings: cursing + slightttt suggestive content (if ya squint)

Music Collection | Tip Jar | Requests

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Shop Owner’s Note: Omg how could I ignore this! Thank you so much anon for requesting, this ask is just the cutest! It isn’t very long, so I hope that’s okay-I literally wrote this at like 12 in the morning so if it’s a shit show I’m sorry 😂💀

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The first time he hears you talk in another language it’s GAME OVER

He is instantly in love with the way you sound in this other language-whether it be English, Spanish, Turkish, Chinese, etc

He just thinks it’s so hot

Keeps asking you to say certain phrases in your language,,,,

It’ll start out simple like “Good morning,” and “How are you?”

But Gojo being Gojo, he’ll progressively make the phrases more intimate and flirtatious, asking you to say his name with your slight accent change from the language, how to say “I love you”,,,,,

The dude Probabaly found a new kink of his tbh 😂💀

Asked you how to say “beautiful” and now that’s your new pet name now

He really loves it when you have any chance to use your language, because you sadly speak in it so rarely even though it sounds so beautiful to him

But what he doesn’t like is when you talk to people for a freaking LONGGGGG time

Gojo is hoenstly really hyper sometimes, so if your helping a tourist in the middle of Tokyo, especially if your on your way to Gojou’s favorite bakery

This dude will do everything in his power to break you away

He tries to be subtle about it at first, like holding your hand and giving it a small squeeze,

But your not even noticing and now your laughing at whatever this random person said and he doesn’t even know what your saying...

it kinda irks him so much of your attention isn’t on him, so his solution to that is wrapping his arms around your waist, encasing you from behind

“Tell then you have to go doll, I’m starving ya know,” he whispered this into you ear, and the way he says it makes you think he’s not starving for food (if ya catch my drift) 👀😳

So with big shocked eyes and teeth biting your lower lip, you quickly bid the stranger farewell and follow Gojo, hands firmly placed in his

Gojo is hoenstly just really good at getting you to do what he wants, it’s kinda scary at this point 💀

Omg he is just amazeddddddddd

Like whoa he’s s/o is pretty, brave, AND smart?!

Damn he feels so lucky rn 🥺

He’s so excited by this new revelation, with a huge, boyish smile and eyes sparkling

If you ever try to downplay your language speaking skills, like “Oh I’m not very good at it” or “It’s not that big of a deal, a lot of people speak it” he won’t be having any of it!

Yuuji is your biggest hype man, just forcing you to be proud of yourself sometimes

“Cmon y/n you gotta admit it’s pretty cool! Some people can barely speak one language...and you can speak a whole other one!”

Deifnitely begs you to teach him, so whenever you to are out together, you’ll point out objects with your free hand that isn’t holding Yuuji’s, telling him what the objects are called in your language

Yuuji is surprisingly a very quick learner! He has struggles with grammar, but he’s very good at learning the Vocab

Your proudest moment tho was when Yuuji stubbed his toe on his bed and Sukuna must have felt it to,

Cause as Itadori was yelping Sukuna locked through Itadori’s cheek, and cussed in your language 💀

Itadori loves it when you help other people, cause it reminds him of how selfless and kind you are

Yet it just bothers him when other guys talk to you

Especially if they seem to be into you...making you laugh and smile, and they’re giving you that one “look” that kinda hints at their real motives in talking to you

And he’s just like - The hell bro I’m right here.

The worst part is that he really doesn’t know what your saying...sure, he can pick up a few words now but not able to piece the conversation together

Sukuna is calling him a “spineless imbecile” in his head and finding this whole situation hilarious as hell

He doesn’t like looking jealous, but once he knows 100% certain you’re getting hit on he intervenes quick

Usually he knows cause if your body language-you just look less into the cinversation, your body language shrinks in to protect yourself, and you laughs turn to uncomfortable chuckles

He quickly swoops in, loving how relieved you look as he wraps his arms around your shoulder, pulling you against you chest

“Thanks for talking to my girlfriend, but we will be going now,” he states plainly, his voice wounding kind yet eyes shooting our venom at the dude

But the amazing thing he said all that in your language

Proud ass moment 🥺🥺🥺🥺

He’s gonna act so indifferent

Like language skills? Okay cool to know 😐

Literally so bland about it like-

“Youre bilingual? Cool.”

Don’t let that fool you tho, this guy is kinda freaking out inside

Cause why was he so attracted to you speaking another language? Why does he want to learn it now? Maybe he should, right? Would it be wierd if he didn’t-

Hoenstly, he’s overthinking it 💀

His favorite thing is when you cuss in your language, he hoenstly finds it super funny

But jokes on him cause now he’s cursing in your language too 💀

Likes it when he has his head in your lap as you play with his hair, and hear you practice your language

The dude will literally hold up your phone/flashcards so you can play with his hair and study

Soemtiems he gets too comfy tho and falls asleep

Once he dropped your phone on his face and he a huge bruise right on the bridge of his nose 💀

First time he heard you talk in your language was when you were in Tokyo, in a mission together by yourselves

And this tourist came up to you guys who was obviously lost-

And you just whipped out this new language like it was nothing

Megumi has never been more confused-cause you never told him about knowing another language, like the hell did this come from?

Suddenly his cheeks are getting red cause wait why do you sound so hot?

Like all that shit he told Aoi about liking women with an “unshakable character” went out the damn window

He’s type now is being multilingual 💀

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bbysamu · 3 years

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Haikyuu boys when you start talking like Toge Inumaki from Jujutsu Kaisen

featuring:: IWAIZUMI Hajime, MIYA Atsumu, KOZUME Kenma, SUGAWARA Koshi

genre:: fluff/comedy

warning:: none

Inumaki’s words explained:: salmon (affirmation / confirmation); bonito flakes (disagreement); kelp (greeting); mustard leaf (concern/worry); ikura (expletive); mentaiko (expletive); tuna (focus); tuna tuna (look); tuna mayo (talk)

❥ IWAIZUMI Hajime

You stand outside the Aoba Johsai gym, smiling at the boys as they pass you by. “Y/n-senpai, Iwa-senpai will be out in just a second.” You gave Kindaichi a nod of gratitude. Right on cue, your boyfriend comes out with his best friend. “Hi Y/N-chan! Sorry, were you waiting long for me?” Oikawa says with a flirty smile that quickly turned sour as your boyfriend punches him. “Stop flirting with my girlfriend, Crappykawa.” “salmon”. The two boys stop their banter and look up at you in confusion. “Salmon?” Iwaizumi turns to you, “do you want sushi for dinner?” You shake your head, “bonito flakes.” Oikawa turns to his best friend, “um, I think your girlfriend is broken.” “bonito flakes” you reply, glaring at Oikawa before turning to your boyfriend with a wink, “tuna tuna.” Iwaizumi widens his eyes in recognition, a glint of mischief when he finally catches on. “tuna mayo?” he asks. “salmon” You nodded. “yo what is going on?!” The two of you turn to Oikawa. “mustard leaf?” you ask. “salmon”, Iwaizumi replies in confirmation. Oikawa looks at the two of you in fear, “something’s wrong with you two”. He starts running towards Makki and Mattsun, “MAKKI, MATTSUN. COME HERE! IWA-CHAN and Y/N-CHAN ARE BROKEN!” The two of you laugh. “babe, how does Inumaki say “I love you?” You shrug, before pulling him into a kiss. Iwa laughs, “salmon”.

❥ MIYA Atsumu

The whole idea to talk like Toge Inumaki was actually Osamu’s. It was payback because Atsumu kept bashing on the anime without ever watching it. “Y/N you ready?” Osamu whispers. “salmon”. “Amazing, you’re already doing great. Alright, here he comes.” Atsumu approaches your usual cafeteria table, very naturally sliding in right next to you, placing a tender kiss on your cheeks. “Hi baby.” “Kelp!” Atsumu scratches his head, “um...I said “Hi baby.” You kiss him back on the cheek, “kelp”. “okay....what do you want for lunch today? I was thinking maybe the curry?” You smile and nodded, “salmon”. Atsumu looks up from the menu, “you want salmon?” You shake your head, “bonito flakes”. Atsumu looks at Osamu in confusion, “what’s going on?” Osamu bites his cheeks from laughing before turning to you and points at the picture of curry on the menu, “tuna tuna.” You smile and nod again, “salmon”. “okay, she wants the curry.” Atsumu whips his head back and forth between you and his brother. “hold up, what is going on! Why do you guys have your own language now? WHY AM I BEING LEFT OUT?” He continues to whine so much you finally give in, “shut up Atsumu! It’s the language of Inumaki okay?” “WHO IS INUMAKI?” “you have to watch Jujutsu Kaisen to find out.” “not that crappy show.” “bonito flakes.” “argh fine, if I watch it will you talk regularly?” “salmon”. Atsumu holds up his hands in defeat, “fine, I'll watch it tonight. But you better cuddle with me”. You and Osamu exchange smiles of victory, as Atsumu grumbles under his breath, “what the heck is a Inumaki?”

❥ KOZUME Kenma

You glare at your boyfriend, who is too busy looking down at his game to notice. All you wanted was a cute cafe date with Kenma after school, to tell each other about your days. That’s apparently too much to ask because he’s got to “catch some fishes to pay Tom Nook for his new room”. A few more minutes passed before he finally puts down his switch. “okay, babe. I’m sorry but I’m done now. What do you want to drink?” You glare at him, “mentaiko”. Kenma looks at you weirdly, “I don’t think they sell mentaiko as a drink here and that sounds disgusting.” You point at the picture of the matcha latte, “tuna tuna.” “that’s matcha, babe. Not tuna”. Kenma watches Jujutsu Kaisen too and quickly catches onto your game. He decides he’ll try to infuriate you until you speak normally to him. “you gotta use your words. I don’t know what you want.” “bonito flakes.” “I'm pretty sure they don't sell that here.” You point again to the matcha latte, “tuna tuna”. Kenma nods, “okay I understand now. Wait here, I'll go get our drinks.” A few minutes later, he returns with a pinkish-looking drink. “Here you go honey, it’s the drink you ordered -- tuna tuna”. You scrunch up your nose at the strong stench of tuna, “what the fudge is this? I asked for a matcha latte.” “you can finally speak properly now?” You glare at him once you realize he’s toying with you, “I hate you”. Kenma smiles, “salmon”.

❥ SUGAWARA Koshi

Your boyfriend had promised he’d wait for you to watch the latest episode of Fruit Basket, but when you found out he watched it without you, you decided to get a little revenge. Instead of waiting for him, you watched the newest JJK episode where Inumaki was introduced. “Good morning my love.” Sugawara sweetly greets you, interlacing your fingers with his, “how was class this morning?” You sigh, “mustard leaf”. “mustard leaf? Were you guys learning about vegetables or something.” “bonito flakes.” He stops in his tracks, “babe, I have no idea what you’re saying.” “ikura”, you reply and shrugs. “okay...well if you’re not going to tell me about your class, I'll tell you about mine.” “salmon”. He gives you a weird look before continuing, “yeah, so Daichi accidentally lets out a fart in class....” Sugawara does his best to continue his conversation but finally explodes after your fifth “salmon”. “Y/N. What is going on?! Why do you keep saying onigiri ingredients?!” You remove your hand from his, “that’s what you get for watching Fruit Basket without me!” “wait, are onigiri ingredients a JJK spoiler?” “maybe.” He turns the other way. “Sugawara Koshi. Where do you think you’re going?” “I gotta go watch JJK now so I can communicate with you. See you in 20 minutes babe!”

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taestefully-in-luv · 3 years

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Always You | JJK (Drabble#7)

Summary: You come back from Japan.

Pairing: Always You!Jungkook x female reader

Genre:, fluff!!

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: mentions of sex

Notes: Here is technically the first drabble I wrote but I am only now just posting hehe. it's just a lil something something. This isn’t the end of drabbles don’t worry! Remember requests for drabble ideas are open! Lets chat:)

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“I can’t believe it’s been a year since she left and you still get this nervous every time you see her.” Jimin playfully jabs Jungkook.

“Like, didn’t you just see her two months ago?”

Jungkook stands here, in the middle of the airport, holding a rose. He breathes in and out, his unsteady breaths making Jimin giggle.

“Two months is a long time ago dude.” Jungkook pouts, he brings the rose to his nose and takes a sniff, hoping the aroma will calm him.

“And she’s here for good now…and you know why I am so fucking nervous dude.” Jungkook keeps staring ahead, watching as crowds of people walk through the busy airport. His heart is slightly pounding as he watches in anticipation…you should be walking through at any moment.

“I know, I know.” Jimin smiles, “She’s going to love it.”

The last few months you were home before you left for Japan, you and Jungkook decided to get a place together. The few months you got to live together were pure bliss. Jungkook and you lived happily and comfortably together again, except this time sharing a room. You two did everything together, letting the newness of the relationship swallow you down in the most wonderful way. Cooking together, sleeping together, sometimes even bathing together. BFF bubble baths? Yeah, that. But naked. Just everything.

Jungkook had visited you in japan 3 or 4 times. But in a whole year only seeing you 3 or 4 times felt like nothing. He found himself feeling lonely quite often in your empty apartment but having the guys around really helped. Jungkook is beyond excited and also nervous to see you. He always feels this way, the distance that Japan put between the both of you really took a toll on him but he always stayed strong.

“I think I see her!” Jimin’s giddy voice makes it to Jungkook’s ears, “Let’s go!” Jimin grabs on to Jungkook’s arm and starts dragging him towards the crowd of people.

“Okay, okay.” Jungkook picks up his pace, his eyes scanning for you but he doesn’t see you. Why doesn’t he see you?

“Right there, right there!” Jimin begins pointing in some general direction. And then he sees you. He sees your bright green cardigan first and then he sees your smile next. Jungkook starts jogging towards you as his smile grows so fucking wide on his face, his teeth proudly displayed.

“y/n!” he calls out, now running towards you.

You see Jungkook making his way towards you, this boy is not slowing down. You start to laugh as you start walking faster and faster towards him too.

“Jungkook!” you yell at, not caring how loud you’re being. You are seeing your boyfriend for the first time in a couple months and you are so fucking excited. Especially because there is no more goodbyes after this.

Jungkook finally reaches you and scoops you up in his strong arms, he holds on to you so fucking tightly that you struggle to breathe. You’re laughing so loudly and hugging him back. He spins you around in a couple circles, his excitement is clear to any bystanders. Jimin finally catches up to you both and you catch his eye. You smile excitedly towards him and he slumps his shoulders in pout.

“I wanna hug her too Kook.” Jimin playfully frowns.

Jungkook keeps squeezing you, his head in the crook of your neck as he inhales you. He mumbles something into your hair and neither you nor Jimin understand what he said.

“My turn, my turn.” Jimin continues to whine. You can’t help but continue to giggle when Jungkook lifts his head from you and spins you around until he’s facing Jimin.

“No. All mine.” He says matter of fact and you hit his back.

“You have to share me, baby.”

“I most certainly do not.” Jungkook says in a stern voice and you start chuckling.

“Okay, okay. You can put me down now.”

Jungkook sets you down gently but he doesn’t loosen his grip around you. He continues to hold you, his eyes finally meeting yours. You look up at him and he feels himself transforming into a god damn puddle.

“Why do you look so beautiful, hm?” Jungkook leans in closer to you, “Why does my girl look so fucking beautiful?”

“Jungkook” you lean up until your lips barely touch his, “I missed you.” You whisper against his lips. Jungkook smiles and nods his head, he leans down to catch you in a sweet kiss.

Finally, he has you here. For good.

“Need I remind you, I am still here? And waiting for my hug and kiss too.” Jimin winks and you laugh into Jungkook’s kiss.

You finally pull away from Jungkook and he pouts dramatically, he does not want to let go of you ever again. You walk towards Jimin and embrace him fully, his arms go to wrap themselves around you with all his love. You guys sway your bodies back in forth in a tight hug, and you playfully kiss his cheek, making him burst out into giggles.

“Okay, back to me.” Jungkook softly whispers with doe eyes. “Back to me, back to me.” He repeats over and over, holding out his rose for you.

You finally notice the red flower and you start to turn a nice shade of pink as your blush deepens.

“For me?”

“No it’s for me.” Jimin deadpans, “Can you just take his flower already.”

You take a few steps until you’re in front of Jungkook and you reach out for the rose, your fingers brushing against his and even after all this time you feel butterflies fly in swarms in your stomach.

“This is so sweet, Jungkook.” You go in to hug him again and he gratefully embraces you back.

“Red roses symbolize love…” he says shyly, “So I thought it was appropriate.” He pulls back slightly, “I was going to give you a dozen…but I thought taking care of one is work enough already.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck.

“We couldn’t even take care of that Venus fly trap.” You remind him with a pointed smile, “So, smart move on your part.”

“Well, guys.” Jimin doesn’t mean to interrupt. “We should get going. Everyone’s probably wondering where we’re at.”

“What do you mean?” you tilt your head, “Where are we going?”

“Surprise.” Jungkook says with a grin. “Let’s go.”

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“Oh my god you guys are crushing me.” You are in the middle of a fucking group hug. Who’s idea was this? For sure Taehyung’s. He, Hobi and Jin are absolutely crushing you as they hug you tightly. Namjoon and Yoongi stand off to the side just waiting patiently for a turn, bless them.

“Because we—” Taehyung begins, “Missed. You.”

“So. Much.” Hobi finishes for him.

“SO MUCH!” Jin yells, “Visiting you once in Japan was not enough.” Jin begins to pull back, Hobi follows his lead but Taehyung continues to smoosh his cheek into your head, squeezing you so tightly it makes you laugh out loud.

“Okay, I believe it is my turn.” You hear Yoongi say calmly. “You can let go now Taehyung.”

“NEVER!” Taehyung giggles, “But fine.”

Yoongi goes in for a rather quick hug, but holds on to your arms as he speaks.

“The record shop was not the same with out you.” He somewhat whispers. “I just had to hear about Tae’s girl problems the whole time.” He teases.

“And Jin was right,” you hear Namjoon walk closer to you, bringing you in for a tight hug. “Visiting once in Japan was not enough.”

“Yeah, I haven’t seen you guys in what? 6 months?”

“And girl, that is too damn long.” You hear her voice cut through and you bubble over with excitement.

“TRINA!” you practically jump in her arms, she laughs that loud ass laugh you love so much and you can’t help but smile.

“And Holly too!” you rush to Holly’s arms, she hugs you back and you feel like everyone is here and you feel so whole.

“Happy?” you hear Jungkook’s voice from beside you. “We thought we would surprise you with a little welcome back party…”

“I’m so happy.” You admit, “Thank you.” You reach for Jungkook’s hand and interlock your fingers with his. “As much as I can’t wait to hang out here with everyone,” you bring your voice down to a whisper. “I also can’t wait until I am home alone with you.”

Jungkook turns a bit red before he’s smirking, squeezing your hand. He leads you to Jin’s backyard where everyone is starting to end up.

“We don’t have to wait until home before you can be alone with me.” Jungkook whispers back, you can hear his teasing tone and it goes straight to your lady bits.

“Be careful.” You warn, “I might take you up on that.”

“God, y/n. I am hoping you do.” He stops at the doorway and pulls you into his body, he grinds he hips into yours and you feel his half hard length.

“What are you thinking about that’s got you so worked up?” you tease, your hands running down his chest.

“You.”

“What about me?”

“Your lips have been on my mind since we got here.”

“Want to kiss me baby?” you press yourself into his chest, tipping your head up.

“So fucking badly.” But before Jungkook can lean down and capture your lips he hears someone’s throat being obnoxiously cleared.

“You guys are so fucking gross. Can’t even check if you’re alone.” Jimin rolls his eyes, he continues walking towards you two with a cup in his hand.

“Why is it always me that you guys always end up making out in front of?” He whines, and you chuckle. Not feeling too embarrassed since it’s just Jimin.

“Sorry, sorry.” You step away from Jungkook and put your hands on your hips. “Where’s my drink, hm?”

“Here, take this one. Not strong enough for me anyway.” Jimin hands you his cup and you roll your eyes with a grin.

“What about me?” Jungkook pouts, “I want a drink too.”

“You’re both fucking babies.” Jimin says with a playful smile, ��I’ll make your drink, but you gotta keep me company.”

“Deal.” Jungkook nods his head, “You can go ahead and hang with everyone else baby.”

“Oh, thanks for the permission.” You salute towards him and he waves you off.

You head outside to find everyone else with their own drinks in their hands, chatting away. You find Trina and Holly and go take a seat next to them.

“I have missed you guys so much.” You sip on your drink, “Japan was so cool but nothing beats being home again.”

“We missed you too.” Holly puts a hand on your knee, “We’re so glad you’re back.” She says as she brings her hand back to her body.

“Yeah bitch, never leave us again!” Trina jumps into the conversation, “You should of seen Jungkook, honey. He was so miserable without you.”

And then you’re frowning. You know going abroad was a really tough decision. Especially because you had just gotten into a relationship and just 5 months in you went long distance. Jungkook struggled a lot in the beginning while you were thriving in Japan when you had first arrived. He talked a big game, saying you guys could handle it, saying going a few months at a time without seeing one another wouldn’t be such a big deal but it was…he grew depressed without you.

You nod your head once you get out of your thoughts, you take another sip of your drink and then you hear Taehyung speak up as he walks to you girls.

“He wasn’t that bad guys.” Taehyung assures you. “Maybe in the beginning… but after his first visit with y/n he lit up light a spot light and he got stronger. Plus he had us.” He gestures towards everyone.

You look up at Taehyung and feel immensely grateful…for his words and because he’s right, Jungkook had all of them to lean on.

“So when are you going to do it?” Jimin gives Jungkook a knowing smile, “Here? Some fancy date?” he continues pouring a “couple” shots of Vodka in his cup.

“Why the hell would I do it here? I planned a whole date, of course. I want everything to be fucking perfect.”

“When’s the date?”

“Tomorrow.”

Jimin watches as Jungkook wipes his assumingly sweaty palms on his jeans and he can’t help but softly smile towards his friend.

“It’s going to be fine, Jungkook.” Jimin’s tender voice does little to calm Jungkook though.

“What if she says—”

“She’s going to say yes.” Jimin sets the bottle of vodka down, he swirls his mixed drink with a spoon, giving it a look before shoving it into Jungkook’s hands.

“You need this one more than me.” He laughs, “Listen, just relax.”

“I can’t relax, I want tomorrow to be here already. But I am so nervous. What if things don’t go smoothly at the restaurant? What if—”

“What if it all goes wrong? Really?” Jimin raises a single brow. “But what if it all goes right?” he pats Jungkook’s shoulder. “Just do it when the moment feels right?”

“How will I know when that moment is?” Jungkook bows his head. A frown decorating his face.

“You’ll just know.”

You can’t believe you’re back home with all your friends. You’ve missed this. You don’t regret going abroad at all, you needed it, if you’re being honest. You needed to do something for you no matter what. You needed to go out into the world and experience something wild and new. And Japan was an absolutely perfect experience. Every time Jungkook would visit you two would have such a lovely time, but saying goodbye never got easier.

“What are you thinking about?” Jungkook snuggles you closer to his body, you’re sitting between his legs on the grass on a blanket.

“Oh nothing.” You sing. “Nothing.”

“y/n! Do you want chicken or beef?” You hear Jin ask over the light music filling the backyard.

“Chicken!” you yell back and sink lower to the ground, cuddling closer to Jungkook.

“I’m serious y/n…” Jungkook begins, “You don’t have to wait until we’re home to be alone with me.”

“Follow me inside the house then.” You turn your head to face him and you wink, “I’ll be in the bathroom.”

“The bathroom? Oh, we’re being classy tonight.”

~~~~~

Jungkook’s fingers barely touch you as he skids them down your bare back, you lightly moan at the contact.

“Missed touching you.” He says softly, he fingers now running up your back before they’re sliding back down again.

“Missed being touched by you.” The side of your face is pushed into your pillow as you stare at him. “I missed you so much.”

It’s the next morning, you two are lying naked in your shared bed, the sheets barely covering you. Jungkook continues stroking your back as you lazily close your eyes.

“I’m glad you found a job here.” Jungkook admits, “I don’t think I want to ever be apart from you again.”

“Was it that bad?” you whisper out.

“Baby…no matter what we can get through it but yeah, it sucked.” He chuckles, his fingers graze your skin lower and lower. He lifts the sheets back until your ass is in view, Jungkook kneads the flesh before bringing his hand back and giving you a little spank.

“So, be a good girl and never leave me again.” He goes back to massaging your cheeks and you groan.

“Never again.” You promise. You keep your eyes shut as you enjoy Jungkook’s touch. You roll over to your back, bringing the sheets to your face and you sniff them.

“It feels so good to be home…” you say, “To be with you. In our home. Together.”

Jungkook feels his heart flutter, like a butterfly is taking off and flying towards the big, blue sky.

“Are you happy?” Jungkook asks, “With everything? With…me?”

You crack open one eye to get a look at Jungkook…he’s lying on his side with one arm stretched out to stroke your soft skin and his other arm is holding up his head. He looks so soft and like he has a glow surrounding him.

“So unbelievably happy, my love.” You assure him, “With everything…with you.”

Jungkook eyes expand before they narrow at you and he smirks.

“What about me makes you happy?”

“What about you makes me…?” you begin to laugh lightly. “Can I say everything? Or do I I have to list specific things?”

“I want a list. In alphabetical order, please.” He jokes. “Least to most important.”

“They’re all important!” you close your eyes again. “But okay…A: ass…” you say and Jungkook spanks you again.

“I’m serious y/n.”

“Dude me too, you have such a nice ass.” You point out, “But fine, A: your attitude. Even when things get hard you try to stay positive and it really helps me to be honest…B: body, you are really hot. C: Coc—”

“Okay, I feel like I know where this list is going.” Jungkook cuts you off with a blush. He can’t help but chuckle.

“Really Jungkook, everything. You make me happy when you breathe. Just being here with you makes me happy. You make me laugh all the time, you make me think about life, you make me challenge myself, you push me to do things for me, you support me, you are always honest with me, you…” you take a breath, “You…love me and you don’t make me doubt it for a second.”

Jungkook looks taken aback for a moment, like your words are really surprising him. He continues to glide his hand down your back, feeling your skin beneath his fingertips. Jungkook never wants a moment like this to end. It’s perfect. You look so beautiful here, relaxing after a night out partying and welcome home sex. He thinks this is the most beautiful you’ve ever looked. But to be fair he thinks that a lot.

“Because I do love you.” He finally says, “So much.”

“Trust me, I know. And I love you just as much if not more.”

“That’s impossible.” He leans down to kiss the top of your head. “My love for you is endless, how can you top that?”

“I can live my life trying.”

This is a moment, a special moment. Does he need a fancy dinner date to create a moment like this? Or is this the moment that Jimin was talking about? The moment where he knows.

“y/n…do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” his tone is soft, tender and shy. Your cheeks get painted a lovely shade of pink as you think of his question.

“Of course I do.”

“No… I mean it. Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me? Me and you forever? Me and you until we move on to the next life, and even then you have to promise to spend that one with me too…”

“Jungkook.” You giggle, “What are you going on about? We already said—”

“You’re it for me.” He admits, “You are without a doubt, the love of my life.” He blinks rapidly as if he were trying to rid himself of any oncoming tears.

“I mean it when I say you are the best thing that’s happened to me.” His lip slightly quivers and you reach up to caress his face.

“Baby,” you begin. “I love you.”

“Then…” Jungkook draws his hand that was stroking you to his body, he scratches the back of his neck and smiles shyly. “Will you spend the rest of your life with me?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s make it official.” He says and you grow slightly confused. Jungkook stands from the bed and heads to the closet. You lay here wondering what the hell he is doing, is he putting on clothes? But he walks back out still naked, with something behind his back.

He comes to your side of the bed and gets down on both knees, he scoots closer to the bed until he’s face to face with you.

“Want to marry me?” he asks, reaching for your hand. His other hand holds a small box and your eyes grow twice their size. There’s no way he’s…

“Jungkook…” you breathe out, “Are you proposing?”

“Well, I have a ring. And I quite literally asked if you wanted to marry me. So yes?” he chuckles and you gasp.

“We don’t have to get married for a while. But being engaged and planning a future could be nice.” He suggests and you want to faint. You were not expecting this. Not so soon anyway. But he’s right, you don’t have to plan a wedding and get married right away. And he is without a doubt the love of your life as well.

“Jungkook.” You choke on his name, “Yes.” Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath…you said yes? His shocked expression slowly morphs into something much more soft. He takes your hand and he’s slipping the ring on your finger.

“Mine.” He says with a timid smile.

You stare down at your hand with the sparkly jewelry accompanying your finger.

“It’s so beautiful.” You say somewhat surprised.

“To be honest, Jimin really helped.” He admits with a laugh. “And by helped I mean he picked it out.”

“Figures.” You giggle and you reach for him, your hands on either sides of his cheeks as you bring him in for a kiss.

“You really want to marry me?” you raise a brow at him and he gives you his dopiest most in love bunny grin he can manage.

“I wouldn’t marry anyone else.”

“Good, me either.” You peck his lips again, “You want a whole life with me?”

“I want you in this life, the next life, the life after that…”

He plants kisses all over your face and you laugh.

“Want to marry you y/n. Want to adopt a pet with you…want to put a baby in you…want to grow old with you…” he says all between kisses.

“A-A baby?”

“One day. Multiple times.” He grins, kissing you again. “Don’t you want that?”

“Yes.” You say breathless. “One day.”

“I just really want you forever, you know?” Jungkook whispers. “Do you think you would like that?”

“Babe, I would love that.” You bring him in for another kiss, then you open your eyes and they travel to the ring on your hand. “And we just made that our plan.”

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here4theheartbreak · 3 years

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Breadsticks & a Boyfriend (kth/jjk)

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Relationships: Jungkook x Taehyung Genre: smut, pwp Final Rating: Explicit Word Count (Chapter): ~3.4k

Tags (more added as needed): smut, PWP, strangers to lovers, rough sex, dirty talk, sex toys, face fucking, coming untouched, shy Jungkook

Summary: When Taehyung took a simple order of pizza, breadsticks, and a soda to a customer on a rainy day, he had no idea how good his tip would be.

A/N: This fic was written for the @bangtanwritingbingo Summer Bingo square Jungkook x Taehyung and also for @venusiangguk who requested TaeKook with prompt #11: “Is it an oral fixation or do you just not want to talk to me?”

The life of a pizza delivery boy was far more interesting than one would think. Though it was a lower end, minimum wage job, for someone like Taehyung, it was excellent. He was a natural social butterfly. Outgoing, bright, vibrant, always seeking to make new friends. This job allowed him to meet a whole variety of people. Who didn’t like pizza? Upper class, snobby elite individuals, right down to the barely surviving folks who managed to scrape together enough for a small delivery once in a blue moon – Taehyung loved meeting them all.

It was a Friday. It was payday. It was a good day. At least, until the clouds rolled in, darkening the sky and bringing thunder. And unfortunate torrents of rain. But a delivery boy doesn’t get a day off, and orders tended to only increase when the weather was this cruddy.

Taehyung didn’t mind. Not really. He could handle a little rain and he had a sturdy car.

The delivery was simple. A large pepperoni pizza, a small order of breadsticks, and a 2 liter of Coke. Simple. Probably a parent with a young child, a college age student, or a babysitter. Should be quick. Probably not a great tip for any of them, but that was okay; he’d had a big delivery to a house party earlier and had made a massive tip… And gotten a cute boy’s number. Taehyung was handsome, so it happened more than one would assume. The jokes about wanting to sleep with the pizza boy weren’t always jokes. Not that he’d ever go through with any of it. It was simple flirtation, it helped with tips. Taehyung figured he’d have to find someone pretty damn special to actually call them back.

The rain seemed to come down harder as Taehyung drove to the address on his GPS. He reached a cute little house with a nicely kept yard. It was a little bit of a walk from where he was able to park to the porch… The driveway would offer a little more protection and a little shorter distance… Normally he didn’t park in driveways; people tended to sometimes get a little angry – but considering the circumstances…

Taehyung pulled into the driveway, nosing as close as he dared to the garage door. He grabbed the pizza bag and covered it carefully with a plastic sheet before pulling up his hood and getting out. He raced from the driveway to the front door, relaxing only when he was safely on the porch. He knocked once, putting on a broad smile.

The door opened a crack, and then a little further, and then all the way. And Taehyung, for what it was worth, forgot how to breathe.

Standing in the doorway was the most stunning young man he’d ever seen. The man was just a little shorter than he was, with shaggy brown hair that swooped down nearly over his eyes, parted enough to peek his forehead. He wore thick silver hoops in his ears, two in his right and one in his left. His plush mouth and round nose matched his face perfectly, and dark eyes drew Taehyung in almost immediately. The man’s beauty wasn’t lowered or altered in the slightest by the fact that he was wearing a sweater and sweats, his feet bare. He smiled softly, his nose crinkling up.

Taehyung beamed. “Hey. Pizza. You’re…” He glanced at the nametag on the receipt. “Jeon Jungkook?”

Jungkook nodded. He glanced over Taehyung shoulder, his small smile drooping. “Come inside,” he said softly, stepping aside.

“Oh, thank you.” Taehyung stepped inside just enough for Jungkook to close the door, and crouched to take out the food. He handed it over to Jungkook quickly. “Pouring out there,” he commented.

“Flooding,” Jungkook agreed.

Taehyung scowled at that. He turned, glancing out the window. As Jungkook had commented, the streets were nearly filled with water, pouring in rivets in certain areas. Taehyung’s body went cold. “Oh God, it got worse.”

“Doesn’t look safe to drive in,” Jungkook muttered.

Taehyung sighed heavily. He turned back and smiled as best he could. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

He turned to grab the doorknob, but Jungkook rushed forward, grabbing his wrist.

“It’s a flash flood. News said it was dangerous. You should stay until it’s lightened up.” His voice was soft and timid, barely above a whisper. Either he was terrified, or truly the shiest man in the city. But he seemed genuine in his concern, and Taehyung felt a strange peace come over him at that.

“I’ll call my boss.” Taehyung turned and pulled out his phone, dialing his boss’ number.

“Kim Taehyung! Are you safe? It got so bad out there, I was worried sick.”

“I’m fine. I’m at the last customer’s house.”

“I shouldn’t have sent you out in this mess. Can you make it back?”

“The roads are pretty flooded. I was calling to ask if I could stay out. Until they clear up. I’ll work extra hours tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry about it. Stay safe. Do you know the customer?”

“No, but he’s letting me stay until it clears up. I’ll let you know when I make it home.”

“Thank you, keep me updated.”

Taehyung hung up and smiled. “She’s okay with me not going back. Uh… Thanks for letting me hide out here until the weather lightens.”

Jungkook nodded. He looked down at the food in his hands and turned, setting it on his table. He turned back, chewing his bottom lip.

Taehyung blinked, unsure what to do. He watched Jungkook disappear through a doorway and then return, holding out a paper plate toward Taehyung.

“Are you offering me lunch?” Taehyung asked. Jungkook nodded, pulling open the pizza box.

“Thanks.” Taehyung kicked his shoes off and hung his hoodie before he stepped up, taking a slice of the pizza. “I’m Kim Taehyung.” He stuck out his hand. Jungkook smiled shyly and shook it. He opened his mouth to answer and then closed it, grabbing a breadstick and sticking it into his mouth instead.

Taehyung laughed a little.

He sat at the table, watching Jungkook eat.

“Do you live alone?” He asked. Jungkook swallowed the bite he had in his mouth and nodded, quickly adding more food to his mouth.

Their lunch continued in that manner – Jungkook would answer yes or no answers, always adding food to his mouth, a drink, or biting on something to keep his mouth too full to give Taehyung much of an answer at all. Despite the one-sided conversation, Taehyung was thoroughly intrigued by Jungkook. He wanted to know everything about him. Namely, why he refused to speak.

Despite his quiet nature, Taehyung could feel Jungkook looking at him whenever he looked away. A few times their gazes met, and Jungkook’s was intense enough that Taehyung found himself a bit flustered. For someone who refused to speak, he was certainly showing plenty of interest.

After lunch, Jungkook wandered over to the couch. He looked at Taehyung and patted the seat next to him. Taehyung smirked. He settled next to Jungkook, turning his attention to the television when Jungkook turned it on, flipping through the channels. He picked up the string on his sweatshirt as he did, sticking it into his mouth and chewing gently on it.

Taehyung chuckled a little. He relaxed back against the couch, glancing over at Jungkook every little bit. Even relaxed like this – the boy was stunning. His profile was nearly perfect. He could easily be a singer or a celebrity.

“What do you do for a living, Jungkook?” Taehyung finally asked.

Jungkook looked over, his eyes wide. He dropped the string from his mouth. “I— I’m computer. I program. Computers.” He stuttered.

“Wow, that’s cool,” Taehyung grinned. “You must be super smart, that’s such a cool job.”

Jungkook smiled shyly. He stuck the string back in his mouth, gnawing on it.

“I’m finishing up college myself,” Taehyung continued, looking back at the television. “For photography and media design. I absolutely love art in all forms.”

He glanced at Jungkook from the corner of his eye, catching the other eyeing him up and down. A slow smirk crossed his lips.

“You know, Jungkook… I’ve gotta ask.” He looked back at him and reached out, tugging the sweatshirt string from his mouth. “Is it an oral fixation, or do you just not want to talk to me?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. He covered his mouth and tilted his head a little.

“No, I—I don’t not want to talk to you. I mean, I—” He squeaked a little, covering his ears.

Taehyung’s grin grew. “Are you really so shy?”

Jungkook lowered his gaze and nodded.

“Well you don’t have to be.”

Instead of responding, Jungkook slipped his finger into his mouth, chewing the skin around the side of his fingernail.

Taehyung reached out, pushing his hand down. He shifted over a little, staring until Jungkook looked at him.

“You’ve been checking me out all afternoon.”

“You noticed?” Jungkook squeaked. His cheeks began to redden in little blotches, chest rising a little faster. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“It’s creepy,” Jungkook muttered.

“I don’t think so. In fact, I’m pretty flattered.” Taehyung reached out, hesitating a moment before touching Jungkook’s cheek with his hand. “Not often a stunning young man looks at me like that.”

“I didn’t mean to…” Jungkook whispered. He looked away, but didn’t pull his face away from Taehyung’s grip.

“I’ve been looking at you too, Jungkook.” Taehyung paused, letting Jungkook look at him once more. When he did, Taehyung continued. “We’re both adults. If you do have an oral fixation… Well…” Taehyung wet his lips, leaving the question unasked.

Jungkook’s eyes dropped down to his crotch, and Taehyung smirked.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Is that what you were thinking about?”

Jungkook didn’t answer. He bit on his lips, sucking them in until they formed a fine line. Taehyung pushed a little further, stroking his thumb over Jungkook’s mouth.

“It’s okay if it was. You just need to tell me. So that I know how to respond.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened just enough to be noticeable. He released the grip on his lips, then bit his bottom lip once more, drumming his fingers on his thigh. “What if I was?” He kept the same soft voice, but there was something else. A rough, needy tone that sent the blood straight to Taehyung’s cock.

“I guess I’d have no choice but to oblige your curiosity. I can’t deny a cute boy his wants, now can I?” Taehyung rose. He put his hands on his jeans, hesitating. “Is this what you were thinking about, Jungkook?”

Jungkook nodded, his eyes glued to Taehyung’s crotch.

Taehyung undid his jeans. He could not honestly believe he was doing this. He pushed his jeans and boxers down, letting them pool around his ankles. His cock was already standing at attention, mostly hard at the prospect of having Jungkook in any way.

Despite his shyness, Jungkook responded immediately. He sank to his knees and stroked Taehyung’s cock twice before opening his mouth. Taehyung pushed his hips forward slowly, letting his smooth tip slide over Jungkook’s tongue.

“Holy shit... Suck on it.”

Jungkook’s lips closed immediately and he began to suck, bobbing his head easily along the shaft. Taehyung’s toes curled. He buried his fingers in Jungkook’s soft curls, letting his head fall back. His cock hardened the rest of the way within seconds. Taehyung snapped his hips forward until the tip of his cock bumped the back of Jungkook’s throat. He looked down.

Jungkook gagged once, screwing his eyes shut. Instead of pulling back, he shifted, swallowing the spit pooling around Taehyung’s cock. He moved back a little and pushed forward. Taehyung felt his tip bump his throat again, and the convulsion of his throat, and then it relaxed.

Taehyung shouted when his tip slipped into Jungkook’s warm, tight throat. He began to pump his hips gently, not wanting to hurt Jungkook, but wanting to savor that tight, unique feeling. He pulled his cock free, marveling at how slick with spit it was, shining in the lamplight. Jungkook let his mouth hang open, drool spilling out over his chin and onto his lap. His cock was tenting the front of his sweats obscenely.

“You getting off swallowing my dick, pretty one?” Taehyung teased, slapping Jungkook’s cheek with his cock.

Jungkook nodded. He leaned back, pulling his sweats down around his knees. His cock wasn’t huge, but it certainly was hard, dripping precome the moment it was exposed.

“Can you come from this, sweetie?” Taehyung cooed. He rubbed his cock over Jungkook’s lips.

“Almost,” Jungkook whispered. “As long as I can finger my ass.”

“Do you have toys?”

Jungkook nodded.

“Go put one in for me. One that will help you come. I want you to squirt without touching yourself.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jungkook rose. He tugged off his sweats and rushed off. Taehyung stroked his cock lazily, Jungkook’s spit slicking the way.

Jungkook returned with a thick, curved dildo in one hand.

“Wanna stick it up my ass?”

“I’d love to.”

Jungkook crawled onto the couch. He let his head hang over the edge, and slung his back and hips up the back of it, folding himself up so his knees nearly touched his chest. The angle exposed, and spread, his ass beautifully. Taehyung spit against his hole, smirking when it fluttered and Jungkook giggled.

“I was fingering myself before you came,” he explained. “Just stick it in.”

Taehyung did as he requested, sliding the silicone cock past his tight rim. Jungkook moaned contentedly, his dick dribbling precome onto his upper chest.

“Jungkook...” Taehyung said, nestling the toy neatly between Jungkook’s ass cheeks. “Can you come on your own face in this position?”

Jungkook nodded.

“Let me know when you’re close... I wanna see that.”

Taehyung shifted, rubbing his cock over Jungkook’s lips once more before sliding into his warm mouth. The new angle let Taehyung watch his cock slowly slipping in, each bob of Jungkook’s Adam’s apple as he swallowed, easing the way for the sensitive tip to finally slip into his throat. Despite having been there earlier - the feeling still caught Taehyung off guard. He lightly rested his hand on Jungkook’s throat as he began to pump his hips. Much to his surprise, right at the start of his throat, Taehyung could feel a little bulge on each inward stroke. He rubbed it gently, gasping at the sudden pressure.

“Oh god, I’m really in your throat—“ he panted. He pulled back and Jungkook gasped in a breath. He grinned, his eyes shut.

“Where’d you think I was putting it?” He teased.

Taehyung slapped his bare ass, working the dildo deeper, and Jungkook moaned.

Taehyung slid his cock back into his mouth, gripping the base of the dildo. One hand rested over Jungkook’s throat, rubbing lightly each time he pumped his cock. The other he used to tug the dildo, not enough to pull it free from the clench of Jungkook’s rim, but just enough to tease.

Jungkook moaned around Taehyung’s cock, the wet gulping noises adding to the obscenity - and sexiness - of the situation.

Jungkook’s cock was leaking precome freely, dribbling clear streaks over his heaving, sweat slicked chest. He began to tap Taehyung’s thigh and pointed at his cock.

Taehyung pulled out, and Jungkook moaned loudly. He reached down, holding his ass open further, and pushing his hips up more. His cock twitched and throbbed visibly. Taehyung began to work the dildo quicker, angling it against where his prostate should be. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back.

“Stick it down my throat,” he begged. His voice was rasping and dry. He opened his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out.

Taehyung obeyed, sliding his cock in. Jungkook’s nose nuzzled against his tight, full balls, and he gagged, his cock twitching. Taehyung struggled to hold still as Jungkook began to swallow and moan around him. The squeeze was bordering on uncomfortable, but Taehyung barely noticed. Jungkook was moaning against him, the vibrations tingling up his cock and all the way to his toes. He almost missed the desperate tapping on his thigh for a second time.

He pulled out, and Jungkook jerked hard. He burped, his cheeks pinking up even more, and his cock began to spurt. The first rope landed on his chin, milky and thick. Jungkook tilted his head just enough and the next two spurted into his open mouth. Taehyung went forward, sliding his cock in. The final hot rope streaked over his shaft, making him shudder. He pushed his cock deep into Jungkook’s mouth, feeling the silky slide of Jungkook’s come as it coated his cock.

He began to pump his hips, chasing his orgasm. “Gonna come in your throat,“ Taehyung gasped, holding Jungkook’s head. Jungkook gave a thumbs up, moaning around his cock.

Two more pumps and Taehyung went still, grunting softly. His cock spilled into Jungkook’s throat, milked by the steady swallows, and urged on by Jungkook’s hands on his ass, holding him deep. The orgasm curled his toes, every nerve alight with pleasure. Each pump he knew he was spilling into the delicate, exposed throat of his pretty new friend. Jungkook’s breath was hot against his balls as he struggled to draw in air and not choke on the come. His own softening cock twitched weakly and dribbled onto his chest.

Taehyung pulled out only when he began to soften, and Jungkook shot up, coughing and gagging. Taehyung sat next to him, rubbing and patting his back. He reached up, wiping away some of the stray come and spit streaking Jungkook’s face.

“You okay?” Taehyung worried. Jungkook nodded, clearing his throat. He smiled sheepishly.

“I’m okay,” he whispered, his voice raspy. Taehyung rose and grabbed the cup of soda from the table, bringing it over to Jungkook. Jungkook rose just enough to pull his sweats up before slumping back onto the couch and taking the cup from Taehyung.

Taehyung fixed his jeans, glancing around.

“So that was… Something…”

“Were you pleased?” Jungkook asked softly, staring into the cup.

“Was I—Of course I was pleased, you were great. I’ve never had someone… So happy to do that. Do you really like it when people…”

Jungkook nodded again. “I don’t get the opportunity often. I’m too shy to really make friends, let alone proposition someone.”

Taehyung sat back down next to Jungkook. “Look, we just met… And I didn’t, obviously… Plan for any of this. So, you would be well within your rights to tell me to fuck off…”

Jungkook looked over, tilting his head a little curiously.

Taehyung smiled. “God you’re cute,” he sighed.

Jungkook giggled a little at that, lowering his gaze. “I already sucked your dick,” he said softly. “You don’t need to butter me up.”

“What if I’m buttering you up for something else?” Taehyung asked. Jungkook looked back up.

“Like what?”

“A date.”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, making them disappear into his shaggy bangs. “A date? W… With you?”

“Yeah, with me. I like you. I want to get to know you better. What do you think?”

“I—” Jungkook seemed to freeze, pinching his lips together in a fine line.

“You don’t have to say yes,” Taehyung worried.

“No, I – I want to. I just… Why?”

“Because I like you.” Taehyung shrugged. “You want to?”

Jungkook nodded.

“Great. Uh… Well, I mean… Obviously I’m already over but… Maybe this weekend?”

“I’d like that.”

Taehyung grinned. He pulled out his phone and handed it over to Jungkook. “Your number, if you’re okay with that?”

“Yeah, of course.” Jungkook took it and typed it in. As he did, Taehyung rose, peeking out of the blinds.

“Looks like the flooding has gone down enough. I should probably get back to my work.”

Jungkook nodded. He rose, fixing his own pants. He handed Taehyung’s phone back.

“Text me so I can get your number… Drive safe, okay?”

Taehyung nodded. He pulled on his jacket and toed into his shoes. Jungkook moved up to him, looking shy once more.

“What?” Taehyung teased.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Can’t get enough of that oral fixation, eh?” Taehyung joked. He reached out, brushing his thumb over Jungkook’s bottom lip. “Of course you can.”

He pulled Jungkook into a gentle kiss, holding him close. It was funny, he realized, as they separated and he hurried out the door to his car. A simple twist of fate – a forced meeting – a simple call for a pizza on a rainy day – could change an entire life.

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wall-maria-fritz · 3 years

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Calm the Fuck Down, Itadori

Yuuji Itadori x Jennifer Lawrence

Summary: Where Yuuji manages to drag Megumi and Nobara to a Tokyo Comic Con.

A/N: I took this way too seriously, jeezus.

“Calm the fuck down, Itadori”

Megumi wanted to shoot himself in the foot.

He absolutely loathed conventions.

Especially when you got a bunch of idiots with a complete disregard for deodorant and personal space simping around in costumes as if they aren’t fully grown men.

Idiots like Itadori, who was currently wasting his life savings on X-Men stickers.

“Yeah,” Nobara piped in, already side-eyeing a man in a green cape with white and blue wings, and funny looking swords that look like box cutters—he was asking her if he could take a picture with her Petra Ral look.

Who the fuck is Petra Ral anyway? Nobara is SURE she looks way cuter though.

“How are you still so gaga over X-Men anyway?” she continues, with a flip of her ginger hair. “You’re literally a sorcerer, Yuuji. You fight curses in real life.”

Almost like whiplash, Yuuji turns on Nobara with an intensity she’s only seen in battle.

“Never. Disrespect X-Men.”

Yuuji was wide eyed; one hand pointing at Nobara, another clutching a handful of stickers and keychains (when did he buy those?) with a very blue woman on them.

Is she… naked? Nobara wonders, but is immediately interrupted by Yuuji’s incoming sermon.

“X-Men is a poignant commentary on society, Kugisaki. It is a masterpiece that only people with taste can appreciate, with characters so well written—“

But Yuuji’s fanboying gospel was cut short when a smattering of whoops and applause erupted from onstage, as a man dressed as… Thanos in a thong—Thongos, he called himself. Ok.—officially started the day’s most awaited event, and that was to meet X-Men’s Hollywood actors, in the flesh!

It was then that Megumi verbalized what everyone was thinking at this point.

“I didn’t know Itadori knew what ‘poignant’ meant”

Yuuji Itadori raced towards the front of the crowd like it was an orgasm out of reach, tightly clutching onto the barricade (also like he was clutching his [redacted]).

He didn’t know when and how his friends managed to catch up to him, but when X-Men’s glittering line up of beautiful people came out on stage, both Nobara and Megumi looked to each other in complete understanding beside him-- of course Itadori was here to simp for Jennifer Lawrence.

And of course he’d spend every yen to his name just to catch a glimpse of this woman in nothing but a skin-tight blue spandex that left no curve nor valley to the imagination.

“I LOVE YOU JENNIFER LAWRENCE”

Yuuji proceeded to fucking shriek in broken English.

“I EAT AMERICAN FOOD FOR YOU”

Megumi and Nobara both took a step from Yuuji.

‘Nope! The weird guy? They don’t know him.’

To their horror, they watch a grinning mouth appear at Yuuji’s cheek, already salivating.

“Gotta give it to ya, punk. That IS one fine ass,”

Sukuna’s mouth let its long tongue lick around his lips.

“I hope you got us some backstage passes, kid”

Megumi and Nobara shivered.

But clearly, Itadori and Sukuna weren’t the only ones going absolutely bananas for the X-Men, it might have very well been the entire building cheering for the cast.

It was until a bald guy in a wheelchair signaled for the audience to quiet down, did the sea of sweaty geeks calm down.

After a few introductions, and further hyping, the mic was finally passed to Jennifer Lawrence, whose character was apparently named Mystique.

Like a child showing off to his parents, Yuuji looks at Megumi and Nobara, pointing at Jennifer Lawrence as if saying, “Look! It’s her! That’s her! It’s actually her!”

Yuuji then proceeds to kiss three fingers raised up like he was doing a Boy Scout’s pledge, and raised those three fingers in there air, whistling three drawn out notes.

The idiot was giving her the Hunger Games salute, Jesus fucking Christ.

“Ehehe. Yeah, show her which fingers you’re gonna fuck her with,” Sukuna chuckles.

Which Yuuji responds to by forcibly jockeying Sukuna’s mouth off his cheek, shutting the curse up;

Yuuji Itadori drinks enough Respect Women Juice to give the Sahara a year of rain, alright.

Soon, everyone was giving Jennifer the salute.

Jennifer waves away the salutes, and stage-whispers into the mic with that raspy and sexy, according to Yuuji, voice of hers, and says, “Psst! Wrong fandom guys!”

The crowd laughs, as Jennifer awkwardly prattles about how she’s contract-bound to only talk about X-Men today, and that she really needs her job, ok?

And to be honest? Megumi and Nobara are starting to like her! I mean, who wouldn’t? Jennifer’s such a sweet, and down-to-earth girl. They’re glad that if there was anyone Yuuji was going to simp for, it’s Jennifer Lawrence.

“It’s such an honor to meet you, Tokyo!” Jennifer greets charmingly. “I was so excited to meet you guys, I didn’t even need to take a shot before I got here!” Jennifer shrugs with an exaggerated look on her face.

The crowd ate it all up.

“In fact, I was SO excited that I pumped myself up with enough anime references to say,” and in that magical moment, Jennifer Lawrence send finger guns down Yuuji’s way and winks--

“That’s one HECK of a JJK cosplay, man!”

And oh my Lord, it was like Yuuji died and went to heaven.

Even Sukuna was speechless.

But if Yuuji had to guess, Sukuna might have even been proud of him if only wasn’t you know, a jackass.

Megumi and Nobara couldn’t really remember what happened for the rest of the segment, because they might as well have leashed Yuuji with the way he was going crazy for Jennifer, hollering to her that he got her lasagna and Cheetos in his backpack in more broken English.

In the end, the two are left to rein Yuuji in as he eagerly waits for Jennifer out the backstage entrance, fully armed with an X-Men comic book and that lasagna he promised.

Yuuji was practically vibrating in excitement.

“Yuuji, it’s been two hours. Let’s go back to campus,” Nobara groaned, moaning to Megumi how Gojo better pay for their babysitting hours.

“She's almost out, you guys--!” Yuuji cries back, as the stage doors finally open to reveal Jennifer Lawrence in a much more sensible outfit of dress pants and a smart, low-neckline blouse.

“Eyes up, Itadori,” Megumi mumbles at Yuuji, who was already getting slack jawed at the sight of Jennifer’s cleavage.

Yuuji swallows the massive lump in his throat, and snaps his eyes back up to Jennifer’s hooded ones.

“Oh hey! You’re that JJK guy!” Jennifer greets good-naturedly. She was smiling radiantly at Yuuji and his friends, first shaking Nobara and Megumi’s hands as she laughed, “Damn, you even dressed up as the main character’s friends! You’re all like Hermione, Ron, and Harry Potter except… well, your characters won’t actually die, eep”

“Do we tell her?” Nobara nudges Megumi.

“Don’t you dare.” Megumi hisses back.

The dark-haired sorcerer then turns to Jennifer with a polite smile, and says in perfect English,

“Ooh, we’ll try not to spoil it for you, Jennifer.”

Nobara snaps her head to Megumi.

“Since when did you speak White???”

“Shut the fuck up, Nobara,” Megumi grits out.

Jennifer winked at Megumi, giving him an ‘I-get-you’ look and finally turned to sign Yuuji's comic book, only for him to freeze.

They both blinked at each other for a moment. One almost as awkward as the other.

Jennifer Lawrence though, god bless her, took this all in stride.

“No worries, dude, I freeze up, too,” she says while pretending to freeze up in jest. “Do you want me to sign your comic book?”

And if Yuuji wasn’t absolutely head over heels in love with Jennifer before, he certainly was now.

“I-- I…” Yuuji stammered.

Megumi and Nobara looked worriedly to their friend, there was no way in hell they were gonna let Yuuji fuck up now. Not after a whole afternoon of body odor and overpriced tentacle art, no way.

“Calm the fuck down, Itadori and give her the comic,” Megumi whispers to Yuuji.

And in a snap, Yuuji Itadori was bowing as low as possible, arms out with his offerings, exclaiming to the highest simping power-- “I BROUGHT YOU YOUR FAVORITE JENNIFER!”

Jennifer’s face lit up at the sight of the lasagna, “Oh wow! You got me food! Thanks for remembering!”

She takes the lasagna gratefully, and quickly signs the comic, “What’s your name?”

“Errr… Y-Yuuji.”

Jennifer returns the comic book to Yuuji, now signed--

‘Thank You for the Lasagna, Yuuji! You know me soooo well!

Stay Sweet <3

-J Law.’

And as if each and every one of Yuuji’s dreams came true, Jennifer leaned forward and gave Yuuji a quick peck on the cheek.

Yuuji couldn’t even react, because in a whirlwind, Nobara was taking a picture of Yuuji and Jennifer, a coral kiss mark on Yuuji’s wide-eyed face.

“Calm the fuck down, Itadori,” Megumi groaned for probably the hundredth time now.

But Yuuji didn’t care.

Jennifer Lawrence just kissed him.

He’s pretty sure he can be a little manic with disbelief.

“Yuuji, I swear to god, if you don’t stop, I’m deleting the photo from my phone.”

Nobara was done.

“NO--”

In the end, Yuuji may not have anything to eat for the next two weeks, but it was totally worth it.

He managed to convince Megumi to lend him some money.

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se0kie · 4 years

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call it what you want— jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader, [jin x reader for like two seconds]

genre: fluff, angst

high school au, f2l, bestfriends au, unrequited love

tags/warnings: mild pining, mild swearing (y/n says the f word like twice), i love y/n she’s adorable, some jealousy, jungkook is immature and/or clueless, vmin make an appearance, jk’s a killjoy squeeeeeeee!! seokjin being the handsome older man every teenage girl crushes on hehe

summary: you have been best friends with Jungkook since before you can remember. but it’s difficult being a supportive friend he can fall back on when you’re hopelessly in love with him.

word count: 3.5k

this was commissioned for the lovely @dee-ehn through the changeswithluv project by @ficswithluv! i hope you like it <3

a/n: high school au but all characters are of or above age. also this is super unedited yolo lemme know how yall like it thooooo

You’re standing outside the gate to your house, tapping your foot incessantly against the curb as irritation runs through you like a tiny insect. He’s late. Again.

You had somehow gotten yourself out of bed, rushed through your shower and made yourself presentable for school. Your knee high socks only doing so much to keep you shivering from the cold. It was brisk in the mornings, which is exactly why you needed Jungkook to be on time at least for once.

You sighed yet again, your hair flying due to the breeze. You looked down the street, hoping for the familiar toothy grin and curly hair to make an appearance. Jungkook’s whoop of greeting announced his arrival as you finally calmed down enough to stop your tapping. You scowled as he neared you, letting him see the displeasure on your face.

“I’m sorreee, Y/N!” he whined, usually it was all it took for you to stop being mad at him. And today was no different.

You smiled at him, letting him know you weren’t upset as he thrust a notebook into your hands. “Thank you for letting me borrow your notes, I love you,” you blushed at his usual words of gratitude. Although you remind yourself this is how the two of you had been for ever, don’t go looking for meaning in something mundane.

Jungkook intertwines his arm with yours as you start walking towards school. The two of you have been going to school together since you learned to walk.

You’re walking hand in hand when Jungkook looks at you sideways, you raise your eyebrows at him, questioning.

“What?” you say with a half laugh.

“Nothiiiing, how’s my favourite girl this morning?” Jungkook says with a smile.

You look straight ahead as you answer, “I’d be better if you actually ever showed up on time. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I heard from a certain someone...” he begins when you cut him off.

“From a certain Jimin.”

He looks at you with exasperation as you keep walking, “Would you let me finish?!”

“Oh I’m sorry, do continue,” you reply with a small smile. “You were saying?”

“Yeah so a certain someone told me that Kim Seokjin has a crush on you.”

“WHAT?” You sputter and gasp at the unexpected revelation. Never would you have thought you’d get to hear such a sentence.

“Jungkook is this another one of your bad attempts at being funny? Cause it’s really not working and I’m gonna have to ask you to cut it out,” you say as you purse your lips.

“No no! I’m serious, Taehyung heard his older brother talking to some guy on the phone and he was distinctly talking about ‘Y/N that cute senior in Tae’s class’!” Jungkook says it so earnestly with those doe eyes that you can’t help but believe him. Although it does put you in quite a bit of a pickle seeming how your current crush is telling you about boys who in turn are crushing on you.

“I mean, Seokjin is kinda cute—”

“Kinda?? Y/N, honey, that guy has the most perfect face in the whole world. Literally!” You can’t help but doubt if Jungkook himself is in love with the older man, the way he talks about his friend’s hyung is rather suspicious.

“I just don’t know him well enough, y’know?”

“Nobody’s telling you to marry him, just talk to the guy. I saw him shirtless once at Tae’s house and all I’m gonna say is whoo boy, I could grate cheese on his abs!”

You snort at his antics, Jungkook dramatically enacting another one of his encounters with the cheerleader in love with him as you try not to let jealousy tint you green. The familiar grey building appearing in your sight as you advance closer towards it.

The shrill of the school bell rings out through the class. There is a flurry of movement as students scramble to leave the stuffy room, you sit back waiting for the commotion to die down as you gather your notes and stationary to put back in your canvas bag.

You catch a glimpse of Jungkook rushing towards the door when you yell out for him. “Hey, JK! Where do you think you’re going?”

Jungkook stutters while looking back at you, hesitantly making his way towards you with an expression you know far too well.

“Jungkook... Why are you making that face?” you say as you squint your eyes at him. He twiddles his thumbs as his gaze flitters nervously about the room, taking in everything but your face.

“Jungkook.”

“Well... You see I have this little thing to do uh,,, it’s kinda, a little bit important...” he says.

“Oh spit it out, you monkey!” You say, your patience running thin.

“I have a date!” Jungkook says with eyes widened. Your carefully maintained expression slips for just a second and then it’s back on. You look around the room to catch the pretty cheerleader waiting outside the door. She’s standing with her other cheerleader friends and you can tell she’s jittery from the nerves.

Oh, damn it.

You sigh as you decide to let your unnerved friend off the hook, once again. “Fine, just go on your stupid date. But this project is the last one I’ll be covering for you, after this you’re on your own, bud.”

“Oh Y/N, thank you!” Jungkook exclaims as he breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you, thankyouthankyou!!” He repeats as he hugs you clumsily, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you hold your breath, trying to act nonchalant.

The joy of being around your best friend drains from your entire being as your heart weighs heavy again in his absence.

You’re the only one left in the quiet classroom.

You’re still in your uniform sitting on the plush carpet of the Kims’ living room, your notes and study material sprawled in front of you as you take in the bickering pair, Jimin and Tae are smushed together in the bright floral armchair.

You cough once to try and get their attention when Jimin glances at you, looking as if he’s just noticed you. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry were you saying something?”

“Yeah just for the last fucking hour but it’s okay, please continue,” you say with a roll of your eyes. Jimin narrows his eyes at you, making it known that he doesn’t appreciate the sass.

“Remind me again why that beefed up rabbit isn’t here to help with the project?” Taehyung quips as he gets up to get a bottle of strawberry milk from the refrigerator. It’s always a delight to be at his house, his parents are always away for some obscure book meeting leaving their gorgeous home and kitchen free for their kids and their countless friends. You send a silent prayer of gratitude to Mr. and Mrs. Kim for the years you’ve spent at their home to keep from strangling their younger son.

“He’s on a date,” you say lowly.

“A what now?” Jimin asks, eyebrows raised.

“A date,” you mumble.

“A great what, Y/N will you speak up?!”

“JUNGKOOK IS ON A DATE!” you scream, surprising Tae in the kitchen as he yelps with a small crash following.

Jimin’s mouth hangs open, worry written in the droop scrunch of brows. He strides towards you and wraps his arms around your figure, the scent of his classic Chanel perfume wafting up to your nose.

“Oh you poor thing, it’s gonna be okay. Koo’s an idiot, he doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” Jimin coos into your hair as you melt in his embrace, finally letting the heaviness weigh you down as you slag against his frame. He pulls away and holds you back to properly examine your face.

“Are you sad?”

“Just a little, although I know I have no right to be,” you say with an unintentional pout. “Jungkook only sees me as his friend, and he has no reason to put me above potential relationships.”

“Shut up for a minute and give yourself a break, honey,” Tae voices out as he comes back into the living room. He stands behind you and pulls you back into his lap as he lets you sit on him like a child complaining to their mum. Jimin takes his place beside him and faces you head on.

“Next time I see him I’m gonna flick him on the forehead,” you say with mild conviction, knowing you’re making empty promises.

“You do that,” Jimin says.

Taehyung rubs your back as you slouch against him, gathering your thoughts and energy to go through the day without crying. You can’t say this is a new occurrence, Taehyung and Jimin have been your closest friends after Jungkook. You’ve spent a gross amount of time with them, and the coddling and comforting has been something unique to your trio. Every time one of you was upset or sad or frustrated, the other two have comforted and joked and babied them, whatever they needed at that point of time.

You take a deep breath and get up out of Tae’s reassuring hold, you sit back down on the carpet. Silently letting them know that you’ll be fine, for now. “Jimin can you handle the titles and diagrams? I’m gonna get started on the typing, and Tae you gotta start preparing for the presentation,” you get back into work mode, rambling out the designated areas for each of you to overlook.

You’re looking through your notes when the tall, striking Kim Seokjin walks out of his room, he goes straight into the kitchen but you can’t help but follow his movements. Or rather his rear end’s movements.

As he’s walking out, he looks at you from his freakishly tall height and winks at you. You feel your heart do a weird little ballet flip, something you’ve reserved for Jungkook for the longest time. You fluster at the gesture and tuck your hair behind your ear, a shy smile painting your face. You look back up and Seokjin is gone, Taehyung looking at you as if he’s in on your little secret moment.

Jimin groans as he looks up from his work, pouting slightly with his plump lips as he complains about the absentee.

“Jimin, it’s okay! Calm down, he’s saved our asses multiple times. We can do this one thing for him, can’t we?” You try to reason.

“Yeah whatever, of course you’ll say that. You’re the one who’s in loooove with him,” Jimin mumbles to himself.

“I am not in love with Jungkook! It is outrageous of you to suggest that,” you say with a squeal of mild anger.

“Oh admit it Y/N, it’s not just a safe little crush on your best friend anymore, you totally want to snog his face off!” Taehyung accuses you with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. You whine in embarrassment as your press your palms to your face, hoping to cool your heated cheeks.

Taehyung comes up behind you as he hugs you from the back, his head resting your shoulder as he teases you. “Y/N and Kook! Sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!” You squeal in humiliation as Jimin scuffles over to you as he captures you between him and Taehyung.

He joins in on the embarrassing poem, “First comes looooove! Then comes marriage! Then comes a Taehyung in a baby carriage!!” Tae looks up at the blonde haired boy across from him and yells, “Yah! Park Jimin, I’m not gonna be Jungkook’s baby, how dare you?!”

Jimin is too busy laughing like the gremlin he is to answer Tae’s question, his eyes scrunched up as he releases peals of happy laughter. You’re laughing just as hard, if not harder, alongside him. Your sides are in stitches yet you’re so bubbling with pure joy that you don’t bother with the pain in your stomach.

As the laughter dies down, Tae has a solemn look on his face. One that you don’t particularly like seeing because you know he’s gonna coax you into having the uncomfortable conversations you’re too scared to have yourself.

“Seriously, Y/N. Do you... love Jungkook? You know, like that?”

You sigh, “Yeah, I mean, isn’t it obvious? I really, really love him and it just physically hurts me to know that he may never return the sentiment.”

“Then sweetheart you’re gonna have to talk to him! He might actually even return your feelings but be too scared to tell you himself, and even if he does not you can’t keep hurting like this every time he goes on a date,” Jimin says softly, a gentle hand laying your arm.

“Because right now, Y/N, Jungkook is hurting you. And he doesn’t even know he’s doing it, it’s not fair to you nor is it fair to him.”

You know it makes sense, but you just feel so anxious and confused about how things will go if you actually tell Jungkook about your feelings for him. You take a deep breath as you try hard to let your friends in, “I just— I’m scared of how things will be once I tell him, you know? I don’t want to lose my best friend. If loving him from the sidelines is the only kind of relationship we can have I’m absolutely okay with that. I would never ever want to do something that will chase him out of my life.” You don’t realise the tears running down your cheeks until Jimin is brushing them away.

“If the only dates we can have are ramen and banana milk? Then damn it I will drink that banana milk!” you say with a sniffle. “Loving Koo from the outside is better than not loving him at all,” you manage to say before you choke on a sob. Dropping your head into the crook of Jimin’s neck, Tae rubbing your back from behind you.

And you cry in your friends’ embrace. You cry harder than you ever have before.

It’s the week before the end of the school year, you’re walking across the quad to meet with Jungkook under your favourite tree. It’s a light, breezy afternoon, there’s a bounce in your step as your short school skirt swings on your hips. You feel good and you can tell you look good, the sudden air of confidence is a welcome change from your usual skittish demeanour.

You can make out Jungkook’s big form laying on the grass under the apple tree, his bag under his head and earbuds popped in, you’re sure he’s listening to some My Chemical Romance song once again. You’re about to shout his name when a tall someone blocks your path.

You look up at them to find the startlingly handsome face of Kim Seokjin looking down at you. His hair is slicked back to reveal his forehead and the immaculate eyebrows, his hands are shoved into his bomber jacket as he looks at you intensely.

“Uh,,, h-hi Jin,” you squeak under his gaze.

“Hey Y/N,” he says.

“Um, w-what’s up?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to ask you something kind of important,” he says nonchalantly.

“Really? Okay, go ahead,” you attempt to act indifferent to his attention but the butterflies thrumming in your stomach told you otherwise. Seokjin’s hand flits out of his pocket to run through the hair at the back of his neck, his eyes flicker around nervously, “Would you uhm... would you be interested in like, going to the end of year um... dance? W-with me?”

The sudden change in demeanour from cool to nervous is endearing to you, a light giggle spills out of you as you answer with blood red cheeks, “O-of course, I would love to.” You smile up at him shyly. The thought of Jungkook flickering across your mind for a second before you push it away.

You know you can’t be hung up on him for ever, and he’s sure as hell not gonna take you as his date to the dance. And Seokjin is a good person, you like to think you know him pretty well after the years you’ve spent with him and his brother, it also doesn’t hurt his chances that he’s actually the most perfect looking human in the entire world.

“Oh wow, I didn’t think you’d say yes,” he admits, honestly. “Well, great then! I’ll pick you up at your place on the day of?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum as you try to suppress a smile.

“Cool,” he says with the widest grin you’ve ever seen on him, “I gotta go, I’ll see you soon okay?”

You nod at him as he walks away, taking the opportunity to gaze at his broad shoulders. A blissful sigh leaving your lips as you finally let the suppressed smile break across your face.

Shaking your head you continue on your path towards your best friend, who has by now sat up straight and is staring at you with narrowed eyes, a bitter scowl forming on his charming face by the second. You reach his spot and chirp out a greeting, “Hello, what’s up with you face?”

“What did Jin want?”

“Um, I’m good, thanks for asking, how are you?”

He narrowed his eyes even more to the point where he looked like he had slits for eyes, “Answer the question, smart ass.”

“He asked me if I wanted to go to the dance with him? Why?”

“Oh. I didn’t you were taking a date with you to the dance?” He said as he turned his face away from you.

You plopped down beside him, uncaring. “Yeah well it’s really not the coolest to go to a formal school ball all alone. I’m saving for future formal balls where I can embarrass myself to the fullest.” You chuckle at your poor humour.

“Oh you think you’re sooo funny, don’t you? Hilarious Y/N. Well cut it out cause you’re not, and your hair’s dry and you need a new backpack.” Jungkook quite literally huffs as he crosses his arms in a defensive position and leans his back on the apple tree.

You gasp at the sudden jabs, “What is the matter with you?! That’s just mean and my hair is not dry, it is moisturised to it’s best thank you very much!”

“You’re so obtuse,” Jungkook says with a glare.

“What? What did I do?” you ask, only slightly taking offense.

Jungkook moves his body abruptly towards you so that he is facing you head on, you wither under his strong gaze as he huffs again, “You really don’t know?”

“Um if I knew, we wouldn’t be having this conversation, would we?” you retort, equally annoyed by now.

He continues to stare at you as if you’ve stolen his lunch money, slowly starting to feel uncomfortable under the intense scrutiny when he breathes out loud, “If you don’t get it then you don’t get it, I can’t do anything about it,” and he gets up from his spot.

Gathering his bag he starts walking away from you without a word, although you do hear the words ‘stupid’ and ‘oblivious’ under his breath as he moves farther away from your stumped figure.

It had been four solid days that Jungkook ignored you, he avoided you at every meeting and stopped sitting beside you in all the classes you shared. Although four days doesn’t seem like much it was just grossly too long for the amount of time the two of you spent together otherwise, you were annoyed and frustrated but more than anything you felt shunned. Jungkook had never once behaved like this with you and this was an entirely new side of him you were being exposed to.

Two days before the end of school, Jungkook had once again avoided you and sat way over at the other end of the room with his cheerleader groupies. You were dangerously close to tears as he was your only friend in the majority of your classes, you only shared History and Literature with Tae and Jimin and without your best friend you were left completely alone.

The bell rang announcing the end of the period and the school day, you were fed up of this treatment and decided to make things right no matter what. You got up from your desk and walked over to Jungkook’s with what little courage you could gather. You waved timidly at him, he was speaking to the pretty girls who were twirling their curls around their fingers and making eyes at the handsome boy.

“Hey, Kook we should talk,” you said softly.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t want to speak with you.” You felt like he’d just slapped you with the formal smile he was giving you. Anger like fire rushed through your veins as you grabbed his arm and dragged him behind you and out of the classroom, the girls looking on with wide eyes as the centre of their attention was whisked away by the shy girl they never paid attention to.

You storm into the boy’s bathroom at the corner next to your class, swinging around to face your friend as you cross your arms and raise and eyebrow, “Talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Y/N.”

“What the fuck do you mean there’s nothing to talk about?” you say sharply.

He winces at your usage of the cuss word, “Listen Y/N, I don’t want to fight, please just let it go and let’s move on with our lives.”

“Jungkook?! You won’t even tell me what I did wrong? How do you expect me to move on from something I don’t even know? Please, just tell me why you’re upset and I promise I’ll make it right,” you say pleadingly.

Jungkook chuckles softly, “If only you could.”

You reach forward and place your arms on his thick biceps, you look at him earnestly, “Please Kook, don’t do this to us. Tell me what happened? Please?”

He takes a shaky breath as you notice the tension on his brows, “I just— I thought if you’d ever go to a school dance,”

“What about the school dance?” you whisper.

“I thought if you’d ever go to a school dance... it would be with me...” he says softly.

You feel like your breath has been knocked out of you. Your arms feel suddenly too light, panic wraps its hands around your belly and squeezes.

Somehow you find it in yourself to push through the nerves and ask, “Jungkook... D-do you mean to say what I think you do?”

“If you think I mean to say that I like you then yeah, it’s exactly what you think,” he replies with a slight pout.

You laugh out of relief and realisation, all this while the boy you were in love with had liked you back and you had been to stupid to see it. Everything clicks into place and you piece together all the weird reactions over the years, the sudden bursts of jealousy and possessiveness all make sense now that you know he likes you. He really likes you too.

“Jungkook, you idiot! I like you too, I’ve liked you since fucking forever, oh my god.”

His eyes shine brighter at your words, “Really? Then what was that whole thing with Seokjin and going to the dance as his date?”

“That was just because I was too tired of watching you date girl after girl, I thought I should finally try to move on from you,” you say, “It was tiring to see the boy I love hook up with all these gorgeous girls and know that I’ll never be able to tell him how much I like him.”

Jungkook has the manners to look sheepish as his cheeks grow red, “You love me?”

“I— No of course not I just said it—”

“You love me! Y/N is in love with me!!” He all but whoops. You hide your face in your hands as he announces smugly that you, are in fact in love with him.

“Hey Y/N,” he says suddenly, voice dropping several octaves to send a shiver down your entire body.

You peek out from behind your fingers to sneak a look at him, only to find his face right in front of yours and dangerously close. His big brown eyes are staring into yours as you take in the gorgeous, long lashes; his lips are pink and a cheeky bunny smile shows of his teeth. He whispers and you feel his minty breath on your face, “I love you, too.”

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IF YOU LET ME...| (JJK) PART 9

Series: If You Let Me

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Mutual Pining

Word Count: 2518

WARNINGS: Grinding/Dry Humping, Steamy Make-out Session, Guilt

A/N: Be prepared for a roller coaster ride of emotions, my friends.

The following week, you’ve spent every day at the gym with Jungkook. He kept to his word and taught you how to box. Demonstrating how your stance should look and how to throw a strong punch. His hands would find your hips, positioning you correctly, before nodding his head for you to begin.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t notice the way his hands would linger on your skin, making your nerves tingle beneath his touch. You also noticed the way his eyes would linger on yours long after he’s explained what to do, causing a spark to ignite in your chest. To make matters worse, you couldn’t help the way your breath would hitch whenever you observe the way his muscles contract and expand as he exercises beside you. He was a walking Adonis, there’s no doubt about that. Still, you tried your best to shove away the feeling, ignoring the stutter of your heartbeat whenever you’d feel his body brush against yours.

After working out, you’ve created a routine of having dinner with Jungkook. Your meals always started casual and easy, but always ended with some alcohol in your veins and heat on your cheeks. You’ve always known Jungkook is a flirt, more so when he gets some alcohol in his system. You just never thought you’d be on the receiving end of it, or maybe you just never noticed it before now. But the way his eyes sparkle at you while he flashes that devilish smirk of his, has butterflies erupting in your stomach.

Honestly, just the littlest things are catching your attention all of sudden. For example, the way his fingertips would just gently touch yours on the tabletop has electricity flowing through your hand and up your arm to your heart. You think maybe it’s just an accident, but he doesn’t move his hand away, and you don’t want to move yours either. In fact, You find yourself wanting to feel his hand in yours again. Since that first night at the gym, you can’t stop thinking about the feel of his large hand, rather it be around your own or on your body.

He’d always take you home afterwards and leave you at your door. For some reason, you have this urge to ask him to stay, not ready to part from him yet. But because he’s just your best friend, you fight back the feelings and reluctantly enter your apartment alone. You’d end your nights with your rabbit vibrator, always envisioning Jungkook’s tattooed hand. It seems you’ve developed quite a hand kink, Just imagining his long fingers wrapped around your throat has your core clenching. God, you really need to get laid… maybe then, your insane fantasies of your best friend will stop.

You wake up the next day and find yourself counting down the hours until you get to see Jungkook again. The image of his adorable bunny smile gets you through your work day, and then you’re off to finally meet him at the gym, beginning the cycle of emotions again.

Today, Jungkook is coming over for your weekly movie night. You feel anxious, busying yourself with tidying up your apartment, even though it’s already pretty clean. You keep moving around your throw pillows and rearranging your shoes by the door. You also find yourself constantly checking your reflection more than normal. Why are you so nervous? It’s only Jungkook! This isn’t the first time he’s been over and it’s not like it’s a date. So why do you feel like you’ll throw up a kaleidoscope of butterflies at any second?

Before you can ponder on your nerves any further, you hear Jungkook turn the knob of your front door. You quickly throw yourself onto your couch and turn on the TV, trying your best to seem at ease. He enters your apartment and joins you on the couch.

“Hey,” he greets you as he sets the bag of snacks he’s been carrying onto your coffee table.

“Hey,” you respond, disliking the way it sounded like you were out of breath. Luckily Jungkook hadn’t noticed, or if he did, he didn’t comment on it. You reach into the bag, looking for your favorite bag of chips, but you’re only met with healthy snacks like protein bars and dried fruit. You turn and look at Jungkook puzzled.

“What?” he questions, seeing your expression.

“Where are my chips?”

“I didn’t get them,” he shrugs.

Your eyebrows pinch together. “Why not?”

“Because they’re not good for you, Y/N,” he chuckles.

“So?” you huff.

“So, if you’re trying to get healthier, you gotta start eating healthier.”

You roll your eyes at him before you grab the banana chips out of the bag.

“What are we watching tonight?” he asks as he throws his arm behind you to rest on the back of the couch. Your eyes widen at the action, and you immediately tense up, unable to move or even look at him.

“Hello, earth to Y/N,” Jungkook waves a hand in front of your face. You blink and whip your head to look at him.

“Huh?” your breath catches in your throat when you realize how close his face is to you and you can’t help yourself from glancing down at his lips.

He gives you a goofy smile before repeating himself. “What are we watching tonight?”

You scoot back to put a little distance between the two of you, nervously pulling a strand of hair behind your ear. “Oh, um, what are you in the mood for?”

Jungkook leans back into your couch, eyes casting up to your ceiling as he thinks it over. “Hmm… I’ve been thinking about watching this new comedy on Netflix that just released,”

“Okay,” you say as you hand him the remote. He quickly finds the movie and presses play. You pull up your legs, crossing them and leaning back into your couch, forgetting that Jungkook’s arm was behind you. He starts to absentmindedly play with your hair, causing you to quickly look over at him. He isn’t paying you any mind, his focus is on your tv screen. Does he know he’s playing with your hair? You think to yourself. You run your hand over the back of your hair, which causes him to stop touching it.

“Oh, sorry, I-I didn’t realize…” he stammers, looking at you with his large doe eyes.

“It’s fine,” you assure him with a smile.

“Can I get some too?” he asks, motioning towards the bag of banana chips sitting in your lap.

“Oh, sure,” you move closer to him so he can access the bag easier. His arm slides off the back of the couch and lands around your shoulders. As he grabs a handful of banana chips, his arm pulls you closer to him. You narrow your eyes at his profile. He knows what he’s doing, that jerk! You catch him eyeing you from his peripheral as he stuffs his mouth, but he quickly looks towards the TV again, unphased by your glare. You shake your head as you try to focus on the movie in front of you.

Jungkook is trying his best to concentrate on the plot of this movie, but anytime you throw your head back laughing at something hilarious that happened on the screen, he can’t help but glace your way. His heart swells at the melodic sound. He’s reminded of the first time he ever heard such an adorable sound; the moment he knew he had fallen for you.

“Oh my god, did you see that?” you ask him, still laughing. He can’t help but brightly grin at you nodding his head, even though he had missed most of it due to watching your reaction instead. You’re covering your mouth, hiding your stunning smile as you slap your thigh from laughing so hard. God, he loves you. It’s been so long since he’s seen you like this; his heart fills with joy at the sight.

As you calm down from your laughing fit, you wipe the tears piled up on the corner of your eye. You glance at him and your heart skips a beat. He’s looking at you so endearingly. His eyes soft with an adoring glimmer, bunny smile on full display.

You give him a light shove. “Stop looking at me like that, you dork.”

“Like what?” he questions, a smile still planted on his face.

“Like that!” you exclaim, giggling. He could listen to that sound all day.

“Didn’t realize I was looking at you a certain way,” he shrugs, gaze falling to his lap for a short moment before returning to your face.

You lock eyes with his, smile faltering a little as you watch his smile slowly morph into a soft smirk. Your eyes land on the tiny dot beneath his bottom lip, admiring it. How can a freckle be so adorable? You don’t realize it but you bite your lip, drawing his attention from your eyes to your mouth before they flicker up to your eyes again, and you meet his gaze. His face remains soft, but his doe eyes have become more intense, staring at you with a look of want and longing. He starts to lean in closer to you, and your breath hitches. You stare at him wide-eyed while your heart rate begins to accelerate against your rib cage, threatening to break through. He’s so close you can feel his breath fan over your face. All of a sudden you lose all of your senses. The only thing you can focus on is him: the smell of his cologne; a combination of musk and jasmine, the heat radiating off of his body, and the sight of this beautiful man in front of you. Your mouth goes dry, causing you to force some saliva down your throat. Jungkook’s eyes flashes towards your throat as you swallow before finding your eyes again. You keep your gaze locked on his as his nose brushes against yours, lips ghosting over your lips but doesn’t touch. God, you just want to taste his lips. If you lifted your head just a centimeter, you’d be able to finally feel them against your own, but you hesitate, waiting to see what he does. He gently rests his forehead against yours and it feels like he can see right through to your soul. Your heart is beating so hard you almost don’t hear him speak.

“Y/N,” he calls, breathless

“Yes?” you sound just as breathless.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers.

Unable to speak, due to your jumbled mind, you nod your head. That is all the permission he needs before his lips finally capture yours in a soft, gentle kiss. His hands reach up to caress your face as his lips slowly move against your own. His tongue juts out to lick at the seam of your mouth and you part your lips, granting him access. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap his wet appendage around yours. You moan into his mouth as your hands find the nape of his neck, grabbing onto his long tresses. Jungkook lets out a groan at the sensation and you happily swallow it. Your mind is clouded with only thoughts of him; the feel of his soft lips against your own, the way his velvet tongue tastes like bananas, and the way his hair feels like silk between your fingers.

His large hands slide from your face down the sides of your body to your hips before lifting you and placing you onto his lap. You straddle him and press your chest against his, deepening the kiss. You capture his bottom lip between your teeth and gently tug, eliciting a moan from his lips which causes a flash of arousal at your core. You grind your hips into him, and his hands find purchase on your ass. Jungkook firmly squeezes it before running his palms up your back. His tattooed hand weaves into your hair at the back of your neck, gently tugging it, causing you to expose your neck to him. He leaves wet kisses along your jaw, slowly traveling down the column of your throat. He nips at the sensitive skin where your neck and shoulders meet, making you gasp. He quickly circles his tongue over the bite, soothing it before licking a stripe up the side of your throat, causing a shiver down your spine. His lips find yours again, and the kiss becomes more fervent than before, leaving you breathless.

You break from the kiss for air. As you look down at him beneath you, he has this lovely twinkle in his eyes. It makes your heart stutter. His hand travels to your cheek and you lean into his touch, eyes fluttering shut.

“God, I love you,” he breathes out.

Your eyes snap open upon hearing his words. No. You can’t do this. You shouldn’t have done this. This was a mistake. How could you stupidly jeopardize your friendship like this? No. Jungkook can’t love you. You shake your head as you start to back away from him.

Panic sets onto Jungkook’s features as you start to withdraw yourself. “No, wait, Y/N. Let me explain.” He tries to grab for you, but you move out of his reach.

“This was a mistake,” you whisper more to yourself, but Jungkook hears it and his face falls. That’s the sight you didn’t want to see. The hurt painted on his beautiful face was what you dreaded most.

“Y/N, please let me explain. I-I'm sorry. Let’s talk this out,” he pleads, but you just shake your head.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter as you make your way to your bedroom. Jungkook follows you and catches your wrist before you reach your door.

“Y/N.” You keep your back towards him, afraid to face him and see the hurt in his eyes from your rejection. “Please.”

“You should leave.”

“What?” He drops your wrist and you finally look at him, sorrow in your eyes.

“We shouldn’t have done this.”

“What do you mean?” he presses.

“I mean we’re friends, Jungkook! We shouldn’t have kissed. Friends don’t kiss each other, at least not like, like that.”

He narrows his eyes, blood boiling with anger. “That didn’t stop you from sleeping with Hoseok,” Jungkook throws at you.

You scoff at him in disbelief, crossing your arms over your chest. “Get out,” you order, tone cold as ice.

“Whatever,” he angrily mutters as he leaves.

Once he’s gone, you’re left standing in your hallway, angry, confused, and disappointed. Angry with the way he threw your relationship (or lack thereof) with Hoseok at your face. Confused by the feelings you had for Jungkook, and disappointed in yourself for the way you handled this situation. Frustrated with your emotions, you cover your face with your hands as you mentally scold yourself. What is wrong with you, Y/N? You exhale a deep breath. Did you just lose Jungkook? The thought breaks your heart and tears begin to fall from your lashes. What have you done…?

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airplane, pt. 2 | jjk x reader chapter one: ICN --> LAX

pairing: jungkook/reader word count: 6.4K rating: 18+

genre: smut | silly smut | nonsensical smut

warnings: criminal!jungkook, koreanamerican!jungkook, highly improbable condom placement, unrealistic use of available sex space, reality has left the chat, plausibility has left the chat

Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06

artwork by the shmexy @ppersonna who’s smut is even better than her art

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One day it works out too well, then the next day I’m completely screwed (I still) Who should I live as today, Kim Namjoon or RM? 25, I still don’t know how to live well So, today as well, we just go -- Airplane, Pt. 2 BTS

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Jungkook Jeon is basically your Carmen Sandiego.

You stare down at the photocopy of the state of California driver’s license in your hand, into the face of the brash little fucker you’ve been chasing across the globe for the better part of a year.

He looks barely old enough to drive.

Of course, this picture was taken years ago when he was a sophomore at Stanford. Back before he dropped out of school despite being in the top of his class. Back before he broke the law by taking six million dollars of someone else’s money, then broke his parents’ hearts by disappearing without a trace.

You should already have him in custody — and If he were like any of the other greedy assholes you usually chase, he would be. But instead, Jungkook Jeon has managed to deflect and dodge and avoid you at every turn for months.

It’s driving you fucking insane.

One time, you’d been so certain about cornering him in Argentina that you’d boarded a plane with a pair of thick-necked US Marshals and flown south. You’d had to head back to the States empty-handed and sunburnt and pissed.

The real kicker was when you’d gotten home and opened a one-line email – encrypted to hell and back – with a picture of your FBI Academy graduation headshot attached.

you’re so hot i almost want to get caught. almost.

That had hurt.

So you’d had to lick your wounds, bide your time and wait for a man who apparently didn’t make mistakes to make a mistake. And for a while, he didn’t.

Until he did.

**************************************

Agent Kim Namjoon is definitely not the pencil pusher you imagined him to be during your many phone calls and other interactions.

No, the man who meets you and your team at Incheon International Airport is what the kids these days call a snack. He is tall and broad and wears a pair of dark thick-rimmed glasses that should make him look like a giant nerd but somehow don’t.

Very, very cute.

“Welcome to Korea,” he says with an easy smile. You smile back, then clear your throat and remind yourself you’re not here to flirt with your contact with Korea’s National Intelligence Service.

Seriously.

Agent Kim’s English is immaculate – this you already knew since you’ve exchanged more than a few calls in recent weeks. He’s got his own team ready for briefing at his headquarters. After a quick drive, you’re all in one room going over the plan.

His guys have tracked Jeon to a high-end restaurant in Seoul where he’s been working for a few months. They already have a rough sketch of the area. You’re going to block off every exit, cover every angle, and make sure there’s no way he’s getting out of that restaurant without coming through one of you.

This should go off without a hitch – but then you remember Argentina and frown.

“He’s there. My guys are ready to go,” Agent Kim says, after taking a quick call on his cell phone.

It’s decided, then.

You load into black vans and take off for the west end of the city. Agent Kim drives and you have the chance to look out the window at the streets. It’s a beautiful place, you think. Agent Kim seems to read your mind.

“You should come back sometime,” he says. “When you’re not here on business.”

Sigh. You’re going to have to flirt with this man, aren’t you?

“I would like that. Maybe you could show me around some time,” you reply.

His eyes stay on the road – his hands locked at 10 and 2 – but you see the ghost of a smile pass over his lips. You smile to yourself and look back out the window.

Minutes later you’re parked outside an industrial-looking brick building. Gleaming glass-and-stone condos and perfectly manicured greenscaping confirm you are in a high-dollar neighborhood. It’s a Saturday night in a ritzy part of Seoul and you’re probably about to ruin someone’s date night.

Or maybe rescue it, depending on the date.

You stare out at the restaurant and imagine Jungkook Jeon inside, going about his life without realizing you’re here to throw a wrench into all his plans. You get a little thrill when you imagine the look on his face when he realizes the gig is up. Victory is so close you can taste it.

Agent Kim gets a call from his point man, everyone is in place.

Showtime.

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“Is that consommé? It looks like consommé. What do you think, Agent Kim?”

Jungkook Jeon looks shaken for a moment when you step in front of the table where’s he’s just laid out a picture-perfect pair of starters. His guests, a nicely-dressed older couple, also look shaken as they glance nervously between you, Agent Kim, and their now permanently off-duty server.

He straightens to his full height.

The youthful roundness of the face you’ve stared at so long in that driver’s license picture is gone. You have no idea what this guy’s been eating for the past few years, but in place of that baby-faced kid is a man, tall and broad and muscular. Tattoos you can’t make out run across his hands, up his arms, and disappear into the white dress shirt he has rolled to the elbows. His hair is on the long side, pulled back, giving you an unobstructed view of what can only be described as a perfect face. Serious, literal perfection.

Good grief.

Somehow the little shit recovers from his shock in an instant. He smirks, despite his clear disadvantage.

“I gotta say, you look even better in person.”

Oh yeah? So do you.

You ignore his opening line.

“It’s time to come home, Mr. Jeon. Pay the piper and all that.”

He has the nerve to roll his eyes and your hand itches with the desire to punch him in his stupid fucking perfect face.

“Teamed up with some Korean suits, huh?” He gives Agent Kim the once-over and apparently finds him lacking.

“Mr. Jeon,” you feign a scandalized tone. “Just how do you think I was raised? It would be downright rude to barge into a sovereign country without an invitation. Besides, Agent Kim here has been an absolute pleasure.”

You could hear a pin drop inside this restaurant right now. Every knife and fork and glass has come to rest on the fine white linen on these tables. The guests are frozen in place, taking in the strange scene.

Dinner and a show tonight, guys.

Jungkook doesn’t move an inch. You’d half expected him to just walk up, accept his cuffs and get this show on the road. But no, apparently he’s in a talking mood.

“Tell me how you found me.”

You sigh. You’re not a pair of girlfriends catching up over coffee. You open your mouth to say just that, but Agent Kim speaks up.

“We had a source come through with some very specific information on you.”

“Oh, I think Agent Kim is being far too kind,” you counter. “What he means to say is that your Korean sucks. You see, Mr. Jeon, you may look like them,” you gesture at the restaurant full of guests, “but you sound like us. Let’s just say you stick out like a sore thumb here.”

The corners of his eyes crinkle in amusement at the jab.

“I hated Korean school, you know.”

“It shows.”

He laughs.

Agent Kim clears his throat as if to remind you both that you’re not alone.

“Well this isn’t a social call, and I’m sure all these fine people would love to get back to their meals. So why don’t we finish this chat on the way back to the United States, Mr. Jeon?” you say, getting back to the task at hand.

Agent Kim signals his guys and they swoop in to put him in cuffs. He doesn’t resist, just holds out his hands and shoots you his most flirtatious smile.

“I’m going to hold you to that, Agent.”

On your way out the door, you glance over at the consommé and hope it’s supposed to be served cold.

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“What is a man who stole six million dollars doing waiting tables at a restaurant?” you muse out loud.

Jungkook Jeon is in the backseat of Agent Kim’s black SUV, looking out the window.

“I had to have some kind of story, right? Besides, I kind of liked it.”

“You didn’t get to spend the money,” you say.

“Not really,” he admits. “It’s much easier to fantasize about blowing millions of dollars than it is to actually do it.”

“Tsk, tsk, Mr. Jeon. What a shame.”

He leans forward in the backseat, hands cuffed in front of him.

“You know what would really be a shame, Agent? If I don’t get the chance to fuck you before you lock me up.”

A muscle twitches in Agent Kim’s jaw.

“Watch your mouth,” he warns, glaring into the rearview mirror. You immediately decide you like him a little stern. It’s pretty hot.

“Mr. Jeon, you and your dick will be free to do whatever you’d both like in about twenty years. That’s how this whole grand larceny and evasion thing works,” you say, ignoring the sensation that spreads across the back of your neck at his crass words.

He whistles.

“I’m really going to waste my best-looking years in prison.”

No kidding.

“Oh, don’t be too disappointed,” you say sweetly. “I hear there are a few advantages to having such a pretty face behind bars.”

You hear the clink of his cuffs and look into your rearview just in time to see him give you the finger.

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The government can be so cheap sometimes.

You’d have loved to pull right up to the tarmac at Incheon International, walk right onto a chartered plane like the Feds do in the movies. But alas, private flights are definitely not in the budget.

Instead, you have to settle for regular seats on a Korean Air flight. You’d been in touch with the airline ahead of time and they’d offered you and your team privacy in the back rows of the plane – complete with a curtain separator. You really couldn’t blame them for not wanting passengers to be greeted by a handcuffed man and his gun-toting babysitters.

Smart move all around.

Seating arrangements are decided, you and Jungkook on one side of the aisle, your two Marshals on the other. They’re both smart men, highly-skilled and boring as hell. You’d already had to suffer through their small talk on the fourteen-hour long flight here, and you’d be damned if you had to do it again on the way back.

“Are you going to let me have a drink?” Jungkook asks, as soon as you’re settled into your seats.

“Of course,” you reply, scrolling through a few emails on your phone. “What’s your favorite kind of juice?”

He snorts.

“It’s gonna be a long flight unless you play nice,” he warns.

“Mr. Jeon,” you sigh. “Shut up.”

He shakes his handcuffs.

“You could at least take these off,” he grumbles. “Not like I can walk off of a moving plane.”

“Nope,” you reply, affecting your best bored tone. You grab a magazine out of the seatback and pretend to leaf through it.

“So you want me to sit here – no phone, no headphones, no nothing – for fourteen hours?”

“Better to practice that ‘bored out of your mind’ routine sooner rather than later. I’m sure it’s gonna come in handy.”

You don’t look his way, but you can feel the glare he’s fixed on you and you have to fight the urge to smile.

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The flight attendant who rolls a giant drink cart into your quiet section of this plane looks like a doll. Porcelain skin, huge eyes and the whitest smile you have ever seen.

Jungkook straightens in his seat immediately. He’s been pouting for the last hour but now he sees this dazzling young woman and his game face is back on.

“Hello,” he says, flashing her a smile.

Then he stops — seems to remember his audience — and resumes the exchange in Korean. You stare at him as he makes eyes at the flight attendant, working her with the confidence of a man who is not wearing handcuffs right now.

She blushes deeply at something he says before turning back to her cart to pour a Jack and Coke.

“Are you serious, Jeon?”

He smiles.

“You don’t hate me, right? Like, obviously I’ve pissed you off, but you don’t hate me. Because only a person who hated me would stop me from having a drink on my way to federal prison.”

You open your mouth to protest, but instead decide that he’s right. He’s a thief – not a killer for pete’s sake.

A super-hot, ridiculously charming, complete asshole of a thief who is definitely not getting under your skin by flirting with the flight attendant right now.

The porcelain doll turns back and hands him his cocktail and Jungkook winks at her. This man just accepted his drink with his hands in fucking handcuffs and this woman is blushing at him like he just asked for her number in a nightclub.

“Are you done?” you hiss.

“With what?” he asks innocently, cuffs clinking as he lifts the drink to his mouth.

“Eye-fucking the flight attendant.”

He feigns shock. “Are you – are you…jealous?”

You scoff and turn your attention back to your magazine.

He leans close.

“Don’t be jealous,” he says, blowing whiskey-scented breath into your ear. “I wanted you first. I’m only flirting with her because you’re really mean to me.”

He leans back and takes another sip of his drink.

There is something about this mischievous boy-man with the chiseled body and the smart mouth. He certainly has a charm. You’re certain he’s been able to use that charm to get out of more than a few sticky situations over the years.

“I wasn’t kidding you know,” he says. “About wanting to fuck you.”

He shakes the ice in his glass to show off that he’s already drained it and gives you another one of those self-assured smiles that’s really starting to piss you off. You drop your gaze back to your magazine.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” you state simply, pretending to have a deep interest in some blurb about face masks.

“No? Are you sure about that?”

“You are mind-bogglingly arrogant for a man who is headed to prison for the next two decades,” you reply dryly.

“Probably headed to prison,” he corrects. “Innocent until proven guilty, due process and all that. Unless things have changed? I realize it’s been a while since I’ve been home.”

You snort.

“Okay fine, you’re right. I’m headed to prison for the next twenty years which is why it’s imperative that you fuck me now. Immediately. Anything else would be,” he gives a dramatic shake of his head, “Inhumane.”

This time you can’t help but laugh and one of the Marshals across the aisle gives you a disapproving look, like he’s been forced to chaperone a pair of giggling teenagers.

You clear your throat and look back down at your magazine, force the smile off your face.

“Argentina,” you say. “How did you get out of there before I got to you?”.

The flight attendant returns with another drink and another smile for him.

“You want something, I want something,” he says, taking a long sip. “Maybe we could work something out?”

“I’m not going to fuck you for information, Jeon. All of that will soon come out in the wash,” you sigh.

“Then fuck me for charity. For good will. Fuck me because it’s the least you can do since you’re blowing up my entire life right now.”

You roll your eyes.

“You blew up your life, you idiot. You’re the one who intercepted a wire transfer and stole six million bucks. You’ve already been fucked. You fucked yourself.”

He smiles wistfully for a moment.

“Yeah, you’ve got a point there.”

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You stop him at three drinks.

His eyes have taken on a soft quality and his entire energy is a bit more relaxed with some booze in his system. It’s hard, it’s really hard to ignore how hot this man is without even trying.

But when he tries? Then it’s damned near impossible.

You check your watch. You still have seven hours to go on this flight.

“Luck,” he says, suddenly.

“Excuse me?” you say, looking up from your magazine.

“You wanted to know how I got out of Argentina in time. I was gonna make up some fancy story about how I’d figured out you were on to me and beat the clock to get away but the truth is, I was just lucky. I’d already been there too long and I was getting restless. I was ready to go.”

Hmm. So the booze has made him talkative.

“Your landlord said we’d missed you by one day,” you counter.

“Yup,” he laughs, closing his eyes momentarily as if reliving the thrill of the chase. “I used to have a lot of luck, actually. Before I ran into you.”

“Sorry about that.”

“No you’re not.”

“Fair enough,” you say and the two of you share a laugh. You open a bag of pretzels and offer him one. He begrudgingly accepts.

“Why did you take the money?”

He chews thoughtfully for a moment.

“Because I wanted to know if I could. I didn’t think I was gonna pull it off, but again, it was my luck. Once I figured out how to do it, I just did.”

“How remarkably stupid,” you breathe, a smile on your face. He smiles, too.

“Yeah, well. I said I was lucky, not smart.”

“Oh, but you are smart, Mr. Jeon, and don’t think you’ve convinced me otherwise. Your transcript from Stanford tells a very interesting story. What did your parents say when you dropped out at the top of your class and went to work at a gas station?”

The sarcastic back-and-forth screeches to a halt. For the first time, you see darkness pass over his face.

“Don’t ask me about my parents,” he says curtly. “I’ll tell you whatever else you want to know, but that shit is none of your business.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, and this time you mean it.

He shifts to his side, away from you, and looks out the window.

You sit quiet, thinking for a minute – but after a while you both fall asleep.

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You wake to Jungkook nudging you.

“Get up,” he says urgently. “I have to piss.”

You groan, trying to clear the fog from your brain and glance at your watch. Still four more hours to go on this flight.

“Like now,” he says, bouncing one leg to ward off the sensation.

You get up, stretch out, and wait for him to stand but then realize he’s waiting for you to help him since it’s an awkward fit in the seats with his handcuffs. Instead of making a snarky comment, you just offer your hand and a slight smile.

Very unlike you.

“Thanks,” he says, straightening out, stretching his legs. One of the Marshals raises an eyebrow at you.

“He has to use the bathroom,” you say, stilling the man with a raised hand when he makes to stand. “It’s alright, I need to stretch, too. I’ll walk him down there.”

The Marshal looks skeptically from Jungkook to you and back.

“It’s fine, Agent,” you say, a little annoyed. “It’s not like he can go anywhere, right?”

“Right,” Jungkook says, still bouncing that leg.

The Marshal gives you a look that makes clear he doesn’t approve, but he’s not going to stop you.

You walk behind Jungkook as he makes his way past the curtain, down the aisle and towards the bathroom. It’s a half-empty flight, and you’re glad for it when you see people staring at his handcuffs. You don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed on his behalf when you hear them whispering in Korean. At least you don’t know what they’re saying.

The firm set of Jungkook’s mouth makes you think he wishes that were the case for him, too.

“Just uh, give me a minute,” he says, when you reach the bathroom.

It turns out to be a lot longer than a minute.

You’re half tempted to bang on the door and demand to know why he’s taking so long. Maybe the Marshal was right to be suspicious of Jungkook. Maybe he figured out a way off this plane through the toilet.

You’re bouncing your own leg impatiently when he finally reappears.

“What took you so long?” you ask, annoyed.

“You ever try to take your pants and underwear off while handcuffed?” he asks. “You know what — never mind, don’t answer that. You’ll start giving me ideas.”

Ah. He’s back, then.

Part of you is a little relieved to hear his smart-ass mouth again. You feel a hell of a lot less guilty around this version of him.

“Listen, I did a little recon and it’s a tight fit, but there’s definitely enough room for us to fuck,” he says, face comically serious. “And we’re running out of time for you to pull the trigger, so what’s it going to be?”

“Ugh. You’re foul,” you say, pulling a face.

“But you kind of like it,” he shoots back.

He’s right, though. You kind of do.

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Clearly you’ve lost your mind.

Pheromones have short-circuited all the portions of your brain that control logic, reason, and risk. That’s the only plausible explanation for why you are slumped into your seat right now, legs pressed together tight, imagining fucking Jungkook Jeon in an airplane bathroom.

Sympathy and curiosity and more than a little horniness are making for a strange mix. You reason to yourself — as if you are actually entertaining this madness — that he’s not a convicted felon, just an accused one. There’s gotta be a loophole in the FBI handbook somewhere.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Jungkook asks, leaning close — a smile playing over his lips.

“Shut up.”

“You are,” he whispers in a scandalized tone. “I mean with these on, I’m not going to be able to do my best work, obviously, but I’ve done more with less. Unless you want to take them off,” he says, rolling his wrists in the handcuffs.

“I already told you, I’m not taking those off,” you say sharply.

“Alright, alright. Keep it kinky. I can roll with that.”

”Shut up, Jeon.”

He gestures across his mouth like he’s zipping it shut and throwing away the key and you fight the urge to laugh.

“If I decided to fuck you, and I’m not saying I would,” you hiss, “I would have to stuff a sock into that smart mouth of yours just to not have to hear it.”

He laughs and his face looks so young and relaxed it takes your breath away a little.

“Make it your underwear and we have a deal,” he winks.

You pick up another magazine and get back to actively trying to ignore him and that annoying pulse between your legs.

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Two hours left to Los Angeles.

You glance over at your guard dogs, who’ve both knocked out after a snack. One has a newspaper draped fully over his face, grandpa style.

You should have ordered a drink. You should have ordered six. That way, if you’re ever called to the carpet about the decision you’re about to make, you can blame it on alcohol-induced psychosis. Because the Marshals are asleep and you feel bad for Jungkook Jeon and he’s so hot you can barely think straight at this point. You take a deep breath and make a decision.

Fuck it.

You stand quietly, motioning to Jungkook with a finger over your lips. For a moment, his brows knit together in confusion but that look passes almost as quickly as it came. Then his entire face breaks out into a wide grin.

“Yeah?” he whispers.

“Shut up,” you whisper back, through gritted teeth.

You hold out your hand to help him to stand and when he grips it, he rubs his the pad of his thumb across your wrist. You try to ignore the sizzle of arousal he manages to drum up with that brief touch.

Quietly, you both walk past the curtain, past sleeping passengers and back to the clean but cramped bathroom where you are about to do the dumbest shit you have ever done.

You glance around at the passengers nearby and notice only one older man, eyes wide on the two of you. You shoot an excuse-me-sir-this-is-official-government-business look at him before following Jungkook into the tiny space.

You lock the door and turn to face him.

“Glad you finally came around,” he says, immediately backing you into the door. His mouth goes right for your neck and he pushes his entire body into yours in this tiny space. He is large and warm and he smells way better than he should after working a restaurant shift, being arrested, and then being jammed into a plane seat for hours.

His lips work up the column of your throat and his hands, still secured in front of him, push uselessly into the front of your lightweight wool dress. Shame, really, that you couldn’t take him out of these. You’d love to feel those hands right about now.

“I wasn’t kidding about keeping your mouth shut,” you manage to say, breathless at the feel of his mouth on your skin. “Don’t make me change my mind.”

The vibration of his laughter tickles the shell of your ear.

“I’ll be a good boy, I promise,” he says. “I just need to get my face under this dress.”

Your brain stutters for a moment, hung up on the mental image. He drops to his knees in front of you, lifts his hands to try and push up the front of the almost-too-tight garment but his handcuffs make it impossible. You graciously help him out, hiking the hem up your thighs. You’re about to work your underwear down, but he’s impatient, burying his face directly into the wet satin and inhaling deeply.

“Fuck, you smell amazing,” he groans, nosing the aching nub between your thighs. You’re glad he can’t see the way your mouth drops open when he licks out at the damp material, teasing you with the barest hint of friction.

“Help me out here,” he moans, and you do just that, sliding your panties down as best you can with the amount of space you’ve got.

At this angle, you can only get them down to your knees, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to care. He pushes his entire face into you, lips and teeth and tongue driving into you, working you with a fervor that makes your knees start to wobble. You grab a handful of his hair to steady yourself but it’s no use. Absently, you realize the tremors running up and down your body are rattling the door.

“Nice to know that mouth is good for more than just trash talk,” you tease on deep exhale. He laughs.

“Maybe some day you’ll get the chance to enjoy the full-service experience.”

“Probably not, Jeon,” you moan. “This is just a one-time favor, got it?”

All the blood in your brain has taken a dive into parts lower south and you marvel at how quickly your impending orgasm is coming on. But then, you’ve basically had about ten hours of foreplay up to this point, so maybe it’s not that surprising.

That damned door keeps rattling and you just know the little old man on the other side is probably staring it down. You’re not sure what it says about you that you think that’s kind of hilarious.

Your body jolts when Jungkook wraps his lips around your clit and sucks so hard you see stars. “You’re the one about to come on my face in an airplane bathroom,” he groans, licking obscenely between words. “So who’s doling out favors right now?”

Well, that does it.

The second he brings his lips and tongue back to your clit, you fall apart, gripping his hair so hard you’re certain it has to hurt. You pour all your energy into not screaming as your orgasm steamrolls you, and whatever energy you have left goes into trying to stay upright. Jungkook stays face-first in your heat, lapping up your release until the last tremors shake you and that goddamned door.

“Shit,” your voice is shaky, chest heaving when you finally make a sound.

“You are very, very fucking hot,” Jungkook says, breathless from where he sits on the floor. “Way too hot to be a Fed.”

You laugh.

“Well you are definitely too hot to be a criminal, but here we are, huh?”

Your eyes slide down to his glinting handcuffs, but they aren’t what’s catching your attention. Instead, your gaze heads right to the giant bulge straining against the front of his jeans. Turnabout is fair play, and you’re suddenly very eager to return the favor.

You help him stand and immediately seal your mouth to his, tasting yourself on his lips. Your fingers fumble past his restraints, underneath to where you can feel the button of his jeans and you undo it as fast as you can. He stops kissing you long enough to groan into your mouth when your hands slip into his boxers and your fingers wrap around his cock. He is hot and thick and hard in your hand. You squeeze around him, enjoying the way his hips jerk in response.

“Don’t tease,” he whines. “I’m gonna have to fantasize about this blowjob for the next twenty years.”

“I’d better make it memorable then,” you say, sinking down to your knees in the cramped space. You shove his jeans off his hips and look up at him as you gently push his boxers down and over his straining cock. His body is rock hard, lean muscle and defined lines running from his shapely legs up to his cuffed wrists and underneath that white shirt you’d love to peel off but can’t.

His head falls back the second your lips touch his swollen head. You tease it for a moment with a few quick licks, but decide this is really not the time to be dragging this out. The strangled “fuck” he whispers when you take him down fully is the sweetest and dirtiest thing you’ve heard in a while.

You manage to catch his gaze for a moment as you maintain a steady rhythm on his cock with your hands. His eyes are glassy with drinks and arousal, and you nearly have to slip a hand between your legs when his tongue slips out of his mouth to wet his lips.

He lifts and drops his handcuffs a couple of times before growling his frustration at not being able to put his fingers in your hair. You feel a faint throb of sympathy for him for a moment before reminding yourself that you literally have your mouth around his cock so frankly, things could be a lot worse for him than they are right now.

“You gotta stop,” he says, after a few minutes of the slow, wet torture. You release him with a soft pop and a confused expression.

“It’s your last blowjob for twenty years, Jeon. You want me to stop?”

“No, no,” he says quickly. “I have to fuck you. Please let me fuck you. It’s all I can think about,” he whines.

“You can’t,” you say firmly. “No condoms.”

He blows out a heavy breath like he’s thinking for a moment and there you are, on your knees in this tiny bathroom, confused as to what your next step should be.

“Look around,” he says suddenly.

“What?”

“Look – people fuck in airplane bathrooms all the time, right? It’s a thing. Maybe someone out there pulled some hero shit and is looking out for the next person.”

“This bathroom,” you say skeptically, “is the size of a goddamned shoebox, Jeon. You think we’re going to magically scrounge up a condom?”

“Just look,” he implores through gritted teeth.

“Fine,” you huff, leaning over to pop the cabinet under the sink open. You put one searching hand inside and pull out three sanitary pads that look like they were packaged in the 1970s.

He groans, frustrated.

“Hang on,” you say, jamming your hand back inside. Your fingertips brush up against something smooth and you fish it out, eyes wide with utter disbelief.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you say, more to yourself than to him.

You hold the condom packet up for him to inspect.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, cock jerking at the sight of it, like it knows he’s just hit the jackpot.

He laughs so hard for a moment you fear this entire encounter has gone entirely off track.

“My luck is back,” he declares triumphantly, finally. “Now, please hurry up and get on my dick.”

You’re shaking your head in disbelief the entire time you’re ripping the packet open, rolling it down Jungkook’s impossibly still-hard cock. He’s breathing hard, body tense with anticipation when you slide your heels off to take your underwear off completely.

“The heels,” he groans, watching as you slip your panties over your ankles. “Can you — you know…keep ‘em on?”

“Ugh, you are such a pervert,” you scold, slipping your feet back into the shoes and leaning back to line him up with your entrance. He surges forward and you moan at the stretch as he fills you entirely in one thrust.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, dropping his head into the crook of your neck, already rolling his hips frantically against you. “Shit, that’s incredible.”

And truthfully, it is. The ledge of the sink is biting into your ass with every thrust and you’re having to do most of the work given his handcuff situation but you really don’t even care because he still feels amazing like this.

He mouths uselessly at the wool covering your breasts because there’s no way to get to them. You nearly admonish him because he’ll leave crude wet spots on the fine material, but you decide against it.

“Oh, I bet you have amazing tits,” he groans, hips maintaining a steady rhythm. “Giving me something to look forward to for next time.”

“There won’t be a next time, Jeon. And there won’t be a this time if you don’t hurry up already,” you shoot back.

He laughs, a little breathless from exertion. “I’m close, I promise. Fuck, you feel so good.”

You squeeze tighter around him, push harder back against him, angle your hips a bit more to ensure he’s going to the hilt with every thrust. The guttural sound he makes in response sends a shiver up your back.

“I’m gonna come,” he gasps after a moment, mouth covering yours as his hips begin to stutter at the first ebbs of his release. Your ass is numb from the sink ledge at this point, legs tired from supporting your weight and his.

“So come then,” you tease, biting gently on the sensitive skin at his pulse point. He groans from deep inside his chest as he lets go – hips jerking as he pumps himself through it.

“Shit,” he groans, leaning on you with his full weight.

“You are crushing me Jeon,” you complain, pushing at his chest with both hands. He chuckles. “Yeah, sorry about that. Balance is a little off at the moment.”

You open your mouth to shoot another sarcastic comment his way, but there is something about the way he is looking at you right now that stops you short.

You clear your throat, uncomfortable with the tiny glimpse into whatever that was.

“Well, as much as I’d love to ruminate on how good this was,” you say, shifting your dress back down and making a beeline for your underwear, “We’ve been in here an insane amount of time already. There’s probably a line outside the door.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, a little too quiet for your liking.

So you put yourself back together and help put him back together, too.

And strangely, when you open the door to leave there is no line. But that little old man is still watching, a look of astonishment on his face as you both walk past.

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“Listen, are you sitting down right now?”

You frown at the phone display in your office because any conversation that starts with an opening line like that is headed south.

“Uh…yeah. Why?”

“Hang on, I’m coming to your office.”

Seconds later, Agent Novak bursts through the door.

“So you haven’t seen it,” he says, rushing up to your desk.

“Seen what, Novak? Spit it out,” you say, frustrated already.

“Check your email,” he says, arms crossed over his chest. He looks fit to burst with some kind of excitement and your chest already feels a little tight at whatever it is he’s dying to show you.

You click into your email to find an urgent bulletin that you’d missed because you were working on a stack of papers on your desk, not your computer. The subject line makes your heart hammer.

URGENT MEMO: Fugitive Search, Jungkook Jeon

ATTACHED VIDEO FILE

“The guy just walked out of a federal courthouse like he was on an afternoon stroll. Had on a suit and everything,” Novak says, a note of awe in his voice. “Check out the video.”

Your mouth is already hanging open before you even click on the attached CCTV footage. A camera inside the courthouse shows Jungkook Jeon walk out of a bathroom in the front lobby, dressed like an attorney, not a defendant. His long hair is cut into a more professional style, his suit covers his tattoos and he looks entirely in place.

Novak is right – he walks so casually past the guards and other visitors that no one even thinks to stop him.

“Word is, court was on a lunch break and it looks like he had everything ready to go. Walked into a waiting Uber and vanished like smoke.”

You haven’t said a word since Novak walked in with this bombshell.

You just watch the CCTV footage over and over again in a loop, willing your brain to accept what your eyes can see clear as day.

This motherfucker.

Guess his luck really is back.

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Something like love || jjk

Genre: Fluff, cop!au / police officer! au

Word count: 8.4k

Synopsis:

It was meant to be a regular day at the hospital. That is until you get kidnapped in broad daylight. Meanwhile, the famous detective Jeon Jeongguk who also happens to be your best friend, just wanted a normal day free of world’s bullshit, but he couldn’t even have that.

A/N: Police officer Jungkook anyone??? idk about you but I needed it. Let me know your thoughts and feedback!

MASTERLIST

8:15 am “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T BE TREATED LADY?” You see a man pointing a gun at one of the nurses as soon as you arrive at the ER to start your day.

“Sir, I am going to ask you to put the weapon away” she shifts back hands poised in the ready position. “Hey asshat” you yell, catching his attention, just enough for one of the security guys to tackle him and restrain his hands. Soon enough 3 gruff looking men enter immediately beginning to shout their protestations upon seeing the man handcuffed. “You. White coat, help him. Now” says the shortest of the bunch as he walks towards you. He looks more like a cartoon character than someone associated with the mafia. The balding patch on his head, the protruding beer belly, and the thick French accent only helps to affirm the image in your mind. The tallest of the three men nods in agreement.

“No” you reply firmly, maintaining eye contact with both men, allowing your eyes travel between the two of them.   “What did you say bitch? Do you not see this gun pointed at you?” The man aiming the weapon at you speaks, as he clicks off the safety. An action meant to scare you. “Or what?” you fold your hands over your chest, waiting for his response. The lean man with blond hair walks towards you, each step predatory. The look on his face says it all and if he could he would have his way with you right then and there. There wasn’t anything stopping him, yet he had a reputation to uphold. “Such a pretty little thing. Its a shame” he breathes onto your face, and all you can smell are cigars. Your heart beats frantically against your ribcage, the loud vibrations reaching your ears. “Take her Cain” he gestures with the gun to the third man. He comes up behind you, and ties your hands with the rope, while everyone watches stunned. “Shall we?” The guy with the blond hair winks at you, as the other man hauls you up on his shoulder despite your frantic kicking in the air, and punching. He walks in the front while the other 2 men follow behind him. You trail after them, hauled up on the man’s shoulder. On his way out the man with the blond hair points his gun at anyone he sees, and laughs as they flinch back. Deranged and psychotic you think. He’d make a perfect case for the psychiatric ward and they would have a field day with him. However you are surprised that not a single cop car is waiting outside. You wonder if anyone present at the scene even called the police. You were screwed if they didn’t. Its a kidnapping in broad daylight, and Hoseok couldn’t care less.

11:00 am   The bar is empty, silent except for the sounds coming from the tv. “Hey Coby. Usual for me” Jeongguk takes a seat on the barstool as the bartender named Coby makes him a drink. He wipes the glass before pouring the whiskey in and sliding the glass towards Jungkook. He grabs hold of it and lifts it to his lips, chugging down the drink in one breath and slamming the glass back on the table. Taking his phone out, he swipes across the screen as he sees at least 50 missed calls from his chief. The name ‘Insufferable Git’ flashes across the screen as he slides the phone back in his pocket with a strained sigh. “Rough night?” Coby asks him, and he nods while gulping down his second glass. “You remember that whole deal about the Cassidy guy?” He leans forward, considerably lowering the volume of his voice, in case anyone was lingering around. He wasn’t exactly in a profession where he could afford the luxury of talking freely. People could be watching him, waiting for the right chance to pounce on him. “Jog my memory. I am getting old,” the middle aged man says, mirroring Jungkook’s posture as he leans forward. “He kidnapped that 3 year old girl, the daughter of Mr. Magnolia…” he searches the older man’s for any sign of recognition and then his eyes light up. “Oh yeah. That one. What ‘bout it?” “Caught the guy.” the smug look on Jeongguk’s face doesn’t escape Coby’s notice. Rightly so, after all he is the most famous detective in town. Famous enough to get shot at three times in broad daylight and survive. The first time it happened was at a supermarket. It was the most unsuspecting moment, even for a guy like him who watched everything with hawk eyes. The bullet had grazed his shoulder, and luckily enough it didn’t hit anyone. The second time it happened right outside of the police station. It was the bravest thing he has witnessed, but stupid too because of course the guy got caught. The third time was a week ago, in the middle of the busiest part of town. Lucky for him, the fates yet again supported him. He only got by with a scratch. Being famous had its perks, because everyone knew him. He was the named as the most desired bachelor in all of the country, but he couldn’t care less. He didn’t even attend the celebration held in honour of that. For he was busy raiding Cassidy’s place and ensuring the guy would be locked behind bars for the rest of his life. “Well hey. Only you could have done it. If it wasn’t for you, I don’t know where this city would be. Next one’s on me” Coby begins to shake up another drink for him, while Jeongguk yet again tries to diffuse his superior’s efforts of getting a hold of him. He doesn’t really care for anything because he needs a day off. He needs a day to drink all of his stress away. He places his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palm. His phone vibrates in his pocket and he takes it out with the intention of throwing the phone across the room. But his hand stops mid air as he sees his sister’s name flash on the screen. He picks it up with a sigh, his sister not even waiting for a response before she launches into a rant. “Jeon Jeongguk! Do you know how worried we have been for you? We thought something had happened to you. You did not pick up any of my calls. I told you, check in periodically. Is that really so hard to do? I am not asking for anything big here--just a damn text saying ‘ok’ would be better than nothing at all asshole! Why can’t you do that?” She sighs heavily into the phone and he suddenly feels guilt wash over him. “Me dying is always a possibility. You know that” he says casually. “I do. But still stop being a dumb shit and do what I tell you to. Got it?” “Got it. Now are you calling for something other than just checking up on me?” He asks with a roll of his eyes because he knows his sister very well.   “Oh yeah. Your chief called my number. Says he wants to talk to you. Sounds important.” His initial response is a deep sigh, and a drop of his head on the bar counter. “It’s always fucking important.” He whispers into the phone, feeling deflated because he can’t even get one fucking day of rest. After all he has done, he feels he deserves this much, but he knows its his duty too. Its a compromise. “What?” His sister asks on the other end since she missed his remark. “Nothing. I’ll call him back. And stop worrying about me. I’ll check in later. Promise” “That’s all I am asking for baby brother.” His sister sighs into the phone and it makes him smile because he knows there will always be one person watching over him, while he watches for the safety of others. She’s the reason why he can do his job well.

“Take care. Love you” “Yeah. You too.” The dial tone rings and he puts the phone back in his pocket. He grabs his jacket from the back of the stool. He leaves several bills on the counter as he exits the bar, ready to head to the station.

“50 missed calls. Do you know how much can happen in 50 calls? A whole city could get blown up. You know that right Detective Jeon?” The short bald man glares at him furiously.

“Yes, sir” Jungkook replies, eyes trained on the ground and hands folded behind his back, robotically answering his boss's dramatic antics. “I know you are popular man. Swarmed by people all the time, wherever you go. Hell its warranted because you have saved more people than I can count. But keep your head in the game son. We all need you. This city needs you” he pauses. “But right now a certain doctor needs you”

His brows furrow in suspision as he meets the eyes of his chief. Doctor?   “Don’t stress that brain of yours. Let me explain before you say no” Being famous had another perk. Jeongguk was allowed to choose his assignments, unlike every detective sharing the same position as him. “8:15. General Hospital, this morning. Jung Hoseok and his gang arrive at the ER, Doctor refuses treatment and he kidnaps her. Broad daylight. A care aid gets shot in the leg, not to mention the patients in the waiting area terrorized out of their minds. He’s reaching for it, but someone’s gotta set his ass back down. I recommended you for the assignment.”

It doesn’t even seem interesting. Its a simple kidnapping. Anyone else could handle it. There is nothing thrilling about this, and without that added thrill he doesn’t want it. But then his eyes fall on the file sitting on the table behind the chief.   “I know what you want to say” the chief says and Jeongguk closes his mouth as he gets interrupted. No, actually you don’t. “Sir- I would-‘’he gets cut off by the chief’s hand. “Take this son. We need to bring in this asshole and his gang. You’re the only one I can trust” he feels a hand on his shoulder as the short man stands in front of Jeongguk, looking at him from behind his moon spectacled glasses. He is a foot shorter than Jungkook, yet has a commanding presence. “I was going to say yes” Jeongguk replies quickly before he gets cut off again. “I mean I know- Wait what?” He looks at Jeongguk surprised, unable to believe the words coming of out the youngsters mouth. “Yea I am taking this” his voice is one that is filled with an unusual amount of determination and his face expresses a never seen before level of commitment. Usually he just takes on cases that interest him, but he never actually looks serious about it. But now he does and the chief wonder’s what has changed.   “What changed your mind?” He simply points the file on the desk. “Her”

“Do you know her son?” He asks in a gruff voice. “Yea. I am taking this case and I respectfully don’t give a crap, whether it is a “conflict of interest” or not, Sir” he grabs his holster from the table and straps it around his belt. He pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket. It’s old and yellowing, ripped at the edges. Glancing over it once he puts it in his back pocket. “It can be cause for disciplinary action. You know that” “How many times have I saved everyone’s asses?’ He steps threateningly towards the man, the veins of his neck bulging prominently as he grits his teeth. All sense of boundaries forgotten, he glares at the man in front of him and doesn’t even care to conduct himself in a professional manner. “Too many times to count” the chief’s stare is just as firm as Jeongguk’s. “So then I deserve this one. I am taking it as an honorary case. I missed that party so now I am making up for it” He puts the gun in the holster, and flings jacket upon his shoulder before walking out. He hasn’t completely stepped out of the door, when the chief interrupts him. “How many men you want with you?” The chief asks. “None chief. I am going solo in there” “Why do you want to save the girl so bad?” He asks because he is genuinely curious. He has never seen Jungkook this angry about anything. He has never seen him that fiercely concerned about anyone.   “ Because she’s my best friend and no one messes with her” he turns around with a murderous look on his face before turning back around and slamming the door behind.

Hoseok has you tied up against a chair, masking tape slapped on your mouth to block your protests. You glare at him across the room, and he doesn’t back down either. “You are one feisty woman aren’t you?” He chuckles as he moves towards you, stopping only to crouch down in front of you and remove the tape.   “Oh you have no idea, you filthy piece of crap. I’ve dealt with your kind before. You all are nothing but cowards.” you struggle against the tight rope, but it only serves to leave red marks on your wrists. “Ohhhh.. I like her” he looks at the tall man who had pointed a gun at you at the hospital, and they both begin to laugh sickeningly. While Hoseok is busy rambling on about shit you don’t really care for, out of the corner of your eyes you catch a shadow behind one the pillars. You quickly divert your eyes to your lap, so as not to alert him or the other men in the room to someone’s presence. But you hope whoever they are, they are here to save you. Because right now, a little saving would be nice.

“Why the hell did you kidnap me anyway? What the fuck did I do?” you scream at him, face turning red.

“Sweetheart you should have just treated me. I don’t like being told no” you can’t believe the words that come of out of his mouth. But than again you were right.

Definitely psychotic. Manic and deranged as well. Jungkook, on the other hand watches the whole exchange from the shadows. He is just as shocked as you upon hearing the reason for you being kidnapped. But more so he is just confused because how does someone do that? He’s health with enough criminals to know there is something wrong, but this is a first for him. He tries to calm himself, but he finds it increasingly hard seeing as you are being held hostage. It’s pissing him off, but he has to wait for the right moment, or else he might get himself killed. Or worse you.  

His hand automatically reaches in his back pocket, from where he pulls out the crumpled piece of paper. He doesn’t think you would remember him. But he remembers you as clear as day. After all if it wasn’t for you, he wouldn’t have become a cop, among other reasons.  

He remembers the day his whole life changed for him.

It was a regular day like any other.   The bus was on its merry way to the camp, when an abrupt stop caused everyone to panic. Children began whispering to each other, while teachers were trying to calm them down. Jeongguk sat at the very back of the bus, his eyes trained on your scared form. He really wanted to give you a hug, but he couldn’t because his 10 year old self didn’t know how to.  

Plus, he had heard terrifying stories from his friends about how girls were blood sucking vampires and they could talk your ears off. So he had that fear too. But he watched as you looked out of the windows looking scared out of your mind. Biting his lip, with a racing heart he approached you. He stopped by the empty seat next to you, daring not to sit. You hadn’t noticed him sanding there until you heard a mumble.

Turning around you found a terrified looking boy, staring at you with the brightest eyes you had ever seen. His eyes were refusing to settle at one spot, hands fidgeting with each other along with biting of his lip. As he pulled his lower lip between his teeth, you saw a small mole in the under his lips. The sight made you smile. It was cute. “Do you want to sit down?” You asked him, and the corners of his lips turned up. He nodded eagerly before taking a seat next to you.  

“T-t-thanks” he mumbled, still playing with his hands. You studied him, and although you didn’t know much about body language at the age of 10, what you did know was that he was scared. But as much as you, maybe not. Reaching in your backpack, you pulled out a bottle and extended it towards him. He looked at you startled, almost looking alarmed by your gesture.  

“Its water” you offered.  

He took it shakily and gulped some of it down before handing it back to you and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes fell to your lap where you were playing tic tac toe.

“Are you playing by yourself?” He asked and you nodded , shyly.   “Can I?” He looked at the pencil and you realized he wanted it. You handed over the piece of paper to him and he put a x right in the middle of it.  

“You scared?” you asked him, not knowing the reason for his fear was more you than anything else.  

“Y-yea. You aren't?” he turned towards you, suddenly interested.  

“Oh no. You see those men, they are looking for me” he was shocked by how calm you were. He was half expecting you to get hysterical and cry like most girls. But something told him you weren’t most girls. He leaned over you to peek out of the window and saw some men walking towards the bus.

"W-why are they looking for you?" He asked feeling a sense of admiration towards you because of how calm you were.

"My mom said my dad borrowed money from some bad guy and now he wants it back. So she said I have to be brave because they might come looking for me" you smiled at him, smoothing the creases from, your dress.  

“Aren’t you scared they’ll hurt you. I- I just mean you know, t-they don’t look nice” he retreated back to his seat, all the while looking at you.

“No. My daddy will protect me. He’s a cop you know. And everyone says he’s badass” you smiled at him and despite his best efforts to resist he found himself smiling.  

“So, you like cops then?” He asked, waiting with anticipation for your answer. “I do. Cops are the best. They are my heroes” a smile yet again tugged at the corner of his lips, but it fell immediately as the men forcefully entered in the bus and grabbed you harshly, dragging you behind them. You looked back at him, still smiling. In that moment he had never feared for anyone’s safety like he did yours. In that moment he wished he was a grown up so he could protect you. He wished that the men who tried to hurt you would be struck with a spell that caused them to be stuck with the sensation of 100 lost sneezes, or even just diarrhea. He hoped their hair would fall out, and they would never be able to pee again. Of course that was when he was 10. He didn’t know better. But what he did know was he would grow up one day and become a cop. So as he reached for the paper of tic tac toe that you left behind, he drew a little heart at the top of the page.

  He gently strokes the piece of paper he has carried with him for 15 years. He never once let go of it and never let you in on his secret either. This and the other that of course the reason why he decided to become police officer was because of you.  

He pokes his head out from behind the shadows, inspecting the scene in front of him. Hoseok and another guy were the only ones left. Its too easy for some reason and it strikes him as odd. You almost gasp as you see a man whose face isn’t visible, wearing a police vest, peeking out from the behind the pillar. Hoseok looks at you suspiciously and you compose yourself back to a neutral expression. He looks around, eyes full of caution. You try to act normal because you don’t want that officer killed because you couldn’t hold it together. But then he starts laughing a full bellied laugh and you don’t know whats so funny.  

“You can come out officer,” he turns around looking behind the pillar, where moments ago your eyes were directed. You look at him wide eyed, and your heart drops. Turns out he isn’t as dumb as you thought.  

“I was hoping you wouldn’t say that” and he steps out from behind the shadows.Your jaw drops as out walks your best friend.  

“You seriously couldn’t have let someone else take this could you, you dumbass!” you scold him but he pays no attention to you.   “You two know each other?” Hoseok asks, and for a very brief moment Jungkook freezes.  

“No. I have no clue who she is. Did you forget I was famous and that practically everyone knows me?” Hoseok nods because it makes sense. But Jungkook can’t believe how dumb the man is for believing his lie.  

He walks towards Hoseok, gun held limply in his hand. His walk itself is powerful enough. He looks at ease and it takes you by surprise. But then you remember he is a police officer. Its his job.  

“Well who do we have here? The famous Jeon Jeongguk. Here to apprehend me?” He looks mockingly at Jungkook  

“Nah. I am just here to have some dinner” he smirks, cocking a smug eye brow at the guy. You want to laugh but you know that wouldn’t be smart. He’s a wise crack as always. You have only ever heard stories about him dealing with criminals but watching it live in action is definitely something else.  

You keep staring at him, feeling in awe of the power he exudes just standing there and doing nothing. Somewhere in the midst you realize that he is actually a very handsome man. Even in such a situation your hormones get the best of you. The rolled up sleeves of his white shirt, the veins bulging in his forearm, his biceps peeking out from beneath the shirt sleeve. It hugs his arm perfectly, the curve of his biceps clearly visible. You only wonder what he is hiding under the shirt. The thought itself cause you to squirm in your seat. You bite your lip, trying to contain that small moan, but it escapes your lips.  

Jeongguk glances confusingly at you behind Hoseok’s shoulder, but catching your eyes he winks at you, accompanied by a small smirk. You feel heat rising in your cheeks, heart hammering in your chest. Control yourself. You are a doctor for fucks sake and he is your fucking best friend.  

It was true. They did teach you in med school how to control your emotions. But a certain man was wreaking havoc on your emotions and hormones, just by being present in the room. That man happened to be your best friend. The same best friend you had seen each and every single day for the past 15 years and never once had you ever thought of in that way. So what changed? Oh maybe just that you actually witnessed him being a cop and it was hot? Maybe it is his confidence because who doesn’t like a man full of confidence. But more so, who doesn’t like a man that could hold his own in front of the bad guys, all the while being smug and sarcastic about it. The answer is everyone. But most of all you in this particular situation. “How do you think you are going to save her?” Hoseok places his gun on his shoulder, tapping an impatient foot on the ground “Glad you asked. Its easy, First I am going to knock the guy out who is standing behind me right now. Then I am going to shoot the skeleton of a bastard who is advancing towards me with a gun aimed at my head. Then I am going to take down that fatass you sent over to check up on me, and lastly I am going to drag your ass to jail. So wait your turn big boy” he smiles at Hoseok who looks completely enraged and shouts in anger. You look at Jeongguk in awe and suddenly he seems a million times hotter than any man you had ever known. Not even Channing Tatum could compare. You would have clapped too, but seeing as you hands are tied behind your back, that isn’t possible. Well something about him is different. Or maybe its just me. “You cocky bastard-’’ but a punch lands on Hoseok’s jaw and he stumbles back. Blood gushes out from the corner of his lips, as he hols his face in his hand, wincing in pain. Then turning around, in one swift move he disarms the man named Cain, expertly taking away his gun and pointing it at him. Sweat is dripping from his forehead, hair slicking to his forehead. The sight has you gulping once more. Jungkook bends down, levels his face with the guy and knocks him out with a single punch. “Take that you stupid son of a bitch” you yell in excitement and for a spit second it draws Jeongguk’s attention towards you, who briefly glances at you. But it doesn’t do any good for him when he falls back in pain, holding his stomach.   “Okay you know what. I love that you are so excited. Its frankly an ego boost, but shut it doc” Jeongguk gets up wincing, glaring at the tall man. “Really man? I actually fucking liked you. You know you remind me so much of Voldemort and he’s my favourite character in the whole series. Too bad this Voldemort’s end is too close” he advances threateningly towards the tall guy, breaking into a run in the middle and lands a flying kick right on his face. The man falls back, clutching his nose in pain. You are positive its broken and beyond repair.  

As he promised he hauls the chubby man by his collars dragging him on the floor.  

“Okay stop. Please stop. I swear I’ll go with you to jail or wherever you want to take me” he pleads and Jeongguk stops in his tracks and looks at the man. He rolls his eyes at him and sighs, crouching down in front of him. He leans in close to the guy’s face, and you watch as his eyes widen in fear.  

“I really hate fuckers like you. You know that? You assholes have no concept of self- respect or loyalty. But hey you make my job easy” he lets go of his collar. “Now go wait for me in the corner and then I’ll take you out for some doughnuts okay?” He pats the older man’s cheek who scrambles back and does as he is told.

“Now whose left? Oh yea you” he turns around to face Hoseok who had been standing towards the sidelines after receiving a hard punch to his face.

Hoseok takes out his gun and points it at Jeongguk who puts his hands up.

“Okay genius. You got me”

“I am going to kill you and then I am going to kill her” Hoseok spits on the floor, blood spewing out as he does so.

“Kill her for all I care” JeonggukJ says casually and you look at him in outrage. You want to protest but he glares at you before you even have the chance to open your mouth.   “You sorry son of a bitch. Everyone idolizes you and they dont even know you are an asshole” Hoseok chuckles, still aiming the gun at Jeongguk.

“I didn’t ask them to. They do. Not my problem” he shrugs. You are starting to like him less and less by the second. You dont even know what you were thinking before. He is a goon too, but he’s just not labeled as one. Its all about the labels isn’t it. You shake your head, feeling stupid for placing your hopes on this guy. He doesn’t look like he cares one bit about what happens to you. “Then why the hell are you here if not for her” Hoseok moves out from behind you as Jeongguk takes a few steps back. “Stop moving you bastard” Hoseok holds the gun firmly and moves forward a few paces. Jeongguk’s eyes glance upwards and you catch it. You look up and you seriously cant believe it. “How redundant. I told you. I was here to have dinner, and then on my way I see you bastards and I was in mood for some fun so I came here” he looks at Hoseok like its the most obvious thing ever.

“I am telling you, man to man, dick to dick , that attitude is going to get you killed” Hoseok says.

“And your stupidity is going to get you killed” Jeongguk looks at him smugly, while Hoseok’s eyebrows crease in confusion.

“What- ’’ he is cut off as the old, musty chandelier falls on top of him, lacerating his face.

Because while Hoseok was busy trying to be a smart ass, Jeongguk had seen the frail thing was about to drop and he lured Hoseok to the right spot, and he followed like a puppy. The rest was history.

“Are you fucking kidding me? That was your plan?” You look at him in shock. “I think a thank you would be nice right about now” he moves towards you ignoring Hoseok’s cries of pain, as he clutches his leg on which the frail glass decoration had fallen.

Jeongguk unties your hands and your feet, helping you up.

Hoseok watches you two with anger, and whimper and cries in pain because the glass pierced his skin. He tries to move his leg but it only saves to jam the glass in further and rupture the artery. Blood gushes out. You run to him but you don’t move anything since, it would only make the situation worse. Besides it’s not a one man job.

“Call the police” you look at Jeongguk and he looks at you as if you are crazy.

“Did you forget I am the police?” He chuckles

“Sorry. Then call back up or whatever, and get an ambulance right now. This guy needs to go the hospital otherwise he will loose too much blood” you explain your reasoning to him.

“Why are you helping him. He kidnapped you because you refused to treat him”

“Yea that was when he had people pointing guns at me and patients. He could have shot me. I think getting kidnapped is a better option. But now he is in no position to cause anyone harm. Besides I am physician. Did you forget?”

He unconsciously smiles as he watches you attend to Hoseok. This is why he likes you. Because you don't back down, but neither do you let your feelings get in the way of your work. Pulling out his phone he dials for back up and an ambulance.

“But seriously the chandelier? Even for you that is stupid” you speak when he is done talking on the phone.

“A thank you would actually be nice right about now as I saved you life”

“Yeah. Thank you. For a second I thought you would actually leave me here” you rub your reddened wrists, while still sitting down next to Hoseok.  “I was. But then I thought, the world needs more doctors and I cant take away one just because I wasn’t in the mood” he raises his eyes brows and shrugs. But the truth was he had no intention of leaving you behind. You stand up and slap him upside the head for that sarcastic remark. He winces and rubs the back of his head while giving you the evil eye. “Come on you think I was going to leave you here? I just didn’t want that bastard to know you were my best friend. He could have taken advantage of the fact”

Your mouth contorts in an ‘o’ shape as you nod in understanding. “Lets see your abdomen. That looked like a hard kick” “Doc. You haven’t seen anything yet. This is nothing” he tries to brush it off, but you are adamant. “Jeon are you forgetting I am doctor. I basically treat you fellows every other day at the ER” you lift up his shirt. And as you guessed, he is packed. He is completely ripped. You become aware that you are being carried away so you, so you try to compose yourself. Gently palpating his abdomen you feel that the left side is bruised and tender. “Whats the diagnosis? Am I going to live?” He laughs but you look at him warningly. You know thats his job, but you hate how he never takes getting injured seriously. “You are going to live, but we need to get you to the ER, stat. There’s little bit of internal bleeding. Nothing life threatening but we can take care of it”   So, despite his protests you drag him to ER and he gives in because its you. He can never say no to you. To his doc.

While the rest of the battered and bruised gang gets transported to the ER as well, but under police supervision. Later in the day you hear about how Hoseok creates a havoc in the ER and gets transported to psychiatric unit like you had expected, because he had gone into a psychotic episode, accompanied by a bit of delirium.

The same night you have trouble falling asleep. Your mind refuses to let you forget the feelings you felt when Jeongguk walked into that room. So, you toss and turn in your bed unaware of how much time has elapsed. You give up on any prospect of getting sleep considering your heart refuses to settle down.

The heat makes it way up your body, the more you think about him. The more you try not to think about him, the more you do. You find yourself stuck in a line of thinking, so you rip off your bedsheets, put on your pajama’s and leave the house. You didn’t realize how stuffy your room was until the gentle breeze caressed your face.

The night isn’t bad. Its just the right temperature, not too cold and not too hot. Hence, a walk doesn’t seem like a bad idea. You begin your walk by turning towards the main street, but you forget that you have to pass an alley on the way. Then suddenly the event’s of the day come rushing back, along with the fear which begins to spread like poison through you. But, you remember how your mom used to tell you to be brave, you remember that your profession requires it from. Every aspect of your life requires you to be brave, and so you do.

You reach the alley with hesitant steps, peeking your head from behind the wall of the corner house. It seems to be clear so you begin your leisurely walk. At least for a moment it gets your mind off Jeongguk. And then the thoughts are back again.

You stop mid-step and stomp your foot on the ground in frustration. “Why the fuck is wrong with you dude. Get your head straight. Best fucking friend. Remember those words” you say to yourself and if someone else had been watching you, they would have mentally certified you.

“What are you doing here?” You scream as you jump back in fear. As you open your eyes, Jeongguk’s face comes into view.

“Great now I am hallucinating. Awesome” you say to yourself, shake your head and hopefully with that the illusion and resume your walk for the millionth time.

“I am real. You are not hallucinating. Did you lose a screw today doc?” And then you realize its really him.

Great. Fuck. Frickity frackity fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You turn around slowly, keeping your eyes trained on the ground because suddenly out of nowhere you can’t look him in the eyes. Because if you do, your heart begins to race and you start feeling nervous.

Jungkook on the other hand is furious. He looks up and finds the surveillance camera, giving a thumbs up before yanking you by the arm, and moving to a safer place.

“Jeon— stop” you try to free your wrist from his grasp but he’s way too strong.

“Shut it. You are coming with me” he looks pissed off and if you could see his face you would be able to tell to. You follow him with a dazed look on your face.

Your hand feels like its on fire.The effect of this feeling once again has your heart thumping against your chest, the staccato building each second, and the beat reaching dangerously loud in your ear. For a moment all you can hear is the beating of your heart and it feels as if its going to stop.

The fiery feeling spreads from your arm to your spine where it takes on tingling form, leaving chills in its wake. You can’t comprehend what is happening but you do know its because he is holding your hand. He stops in front of your house, punches the code in, which unlocks the gate.

He then punches the code to the front door. Hand still grasped firmly around your wrist, he leads you up to the bedroom, where he turns the light on and harshly lets go of you. It send you flying on the bed where you land on your elbows. You slowly try to get up once the dizzy feeling passes away. Before you can get a word out he cuts you off.

“Shh” he puts a finger on his lips, and takes steps towards you until he is leaning over you on the bed. You can tell he is getting his teeth because you can see his jaw clench and unclench. You slowly lean back, trying to put some distance since his nose is almost touching yours. But he moves forward again, caging you in his arms by placing them on the bed on either side of you.

“Dont say a word. What were you thinking? What was going on in that stupid fucking head of yours you dumbass. How can you be that dumb y/n” and you know he is beyond furious because he says your name. He stopped saying your name when you became a doctor. Since then it was just doc.

“I expect better for you. Do you have any idea how gravely you compromised your safety by going out at night? Do you?”

You don’t answer because you are too stunned to reply since he has never acted this dominant. But then you realize he is waiting for your answer.

“S-sorry” you whisper, and he leans in further, his nose almost touching yours.

“Are you?” You nods frantically.

“If you wanted so desperately to go on a walk you could have messaged me. A message. Thats all it took and I would have accompanied you”

“Y-y-you would?” You stutter.

He rolls his eyes because even after all these years you cant understand.

“Yes. Yes I fucking would. I would do anything for you. You could fucking call me 3 am in the morning and say you want ice cream I would get it for you. You could ask me to get you that weird ass tea you drink and I would drive the 100 miles for you. I would fight your stupid ex for you, hell I’ll even take a bullet for you. I would fucking do it all for you, if you say it. You just need to say it” he looks at you intently, eyes boring into yours. Your stomach flips and you find that you can’t look at him any longer without feeling nervous and shy.

Shy? What the fuck? “W-well y- you… you don’t have to” you reply, avoiding his eyes and he sighs in defeat because clearly you wont get it.

He lifts himself off of you and begins pacing in your room. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he flops on the bed next to you, looking completely exhausted. You feel bad for worrying him so much.

“Look, I am sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I get that now but I was— I-’’ you pause, inhaling a deep breath.

After a small stretch of silence, which gives you the time to put your thoughts together, you continue.

“I just… I dont know okay? I just fucking dont know” He lifts his head to look at you and he is surprised to see you on edge.

“I am.. I dont even know. Forget it. I am sorry” your bury your head in your hands, feeling inadequate in your efforts to explain to him why you went for that walk.

“You can talk to me about it” his voice is gentle, and calm and soothing. For just one second it takes away all your anxiety.

No I cant. Because its about you, you dumb ass

But you don’t even know what to say to him. You don’t even know how to begin because thats just it. You don’t know yourself. So how can you explain something you don’t understand?

“Come on. Tell me” he urges and you know he is getting that worried look on his face, which tells you that he wont stop asking you now.

“Something happened today okay?” You look at him and hope to the heavens that he would understand the meaning behind your words. Howeer, you realize that would have been possible if only you phrased it better because this was just way too broad.

“Well no shit something happened today”

“No- No. You- y-you don’t get it. I don’t mean me getting kidnapped. I mean…” you pause once more to collect your thoughts. “I- I mean you. Something happened with you, in my head and its just the most fucked up thing ever. Just fucked up completely and honestly and I don’t even know where to begin, and you are the worst person to talk to this about because this is fucking about you. Its about you. You get it?” you wildly gesture and talk in one breath and he just looks taken aback.

“Woah. Okay slow down. What about me?”

You shut your eyes tightly, biting your lip and sighing deeply.

“Something changed today” your voice is calmer, almost a whisper and its a complete stark to the hyper and frustrated state you were in just moments ago.

“Something about you. And I don’t know what it was but when you walked into that room my- my heart just went off. Beating like crazy. And- and then when I looked at you it got even worse. I don’t know Jeon” you sigh once more, your shoulder slumping, hands coming together in your lap.

“I know. I do know. I know all about it” a bittersweet chuckle escapes his lips.

“You do?” You look at him with wide eyes and he swears he would let you rip his heart out and still feel happy about it.

“Yes. This is how it feels. At the beginning at least. Its confusing because you can’t name it. You can’t label it as any particular emotion because you have never felt it before. You’ve never experienced anything that intense and overwhelming and it scares you. How am I doing so far?” He looks over at you, and you nod.

“How do you know all this?”

“Because I have felt it too” he looks at his lap, biting his lip because its finally here.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I am telling you now”

“Who was it?” And as you ask him that question your heart drops and you can feel that little bit of disappointment beginning to make its way in. You feel ridiculous because he is your best friend and you shouldn’t be disappointed if he liked someone. You should be happy but you know you won’t feel happy.

He turns fully towards you, but still maintains a respectful amount of distance.

After a short pause, but what seems like an eternity to both of you, the word slips past his lips. The long held secret is finally out.

“You” he looks at you and even though everything in him tells him look away, to brace himself for the rejection. He doesn’t. His eyes bore into your soul, into the very depths of your being.

It unnerves you, makes you insecure, feel vulnerable.

“Me?” The word leaves as whisper

“Yea you. Its always been you. It has been since that day on the bus”

“I-I dont— dont know what to say Jeon” and its true because you dont. Yes you are happy but you cannot fully express it because for one you are way too surprised and two you weren’t expecting for everything to fall into place so fast. You were expecting something along the lines of him falling for you, and then you telling him how you felt and then the happily ever after. Well, not exactly but this was definitely not what you expected in the least.

“Dont say anything. There is nothing to say. Either you do or you dont” he shrugs, but masked behind that simple gesture is his broken heart. The pain of which he desperately tries to keep away from his tongue and his eyes.

“Go to sleep. Today has been a very long day” he smiles at you but something tells you its forced. You actually feel hurt that he is trying to hide it. You thought he would be honest with you, out all people, just like you were with him.

He gets up from beside you, intent of leaving painted on his face but you quickly stop him by holding his wrist.

“Do you think I am that stupid? You think you can hide it from me?”

“But you don’t” he replies and you pull him down harshly until he sits down on the bed.

“Did you not listen to a word I said? I didn’t say no”

“Yes but you didn’t say yes either” he huffs.

“I know. But that doesn’t mean its a no. Yeah sure it would have been until yesterday. But like I said something about you changed today. For me. I don’t know what it is, but it did. That counts for something doesn’t it?”

He is silent for a while.

“Doesn’t it Jeon?” You gently shake his wrist to get his attention, which is still in your grasp.

“I guess”

“No. No guessing. It does you idiot. I have started feeling something for you. I cant name it like you said. But I don’t exactly see you as a best friend anymore. Not really. You saved me, and you were so brave. You were so fucking awesome and I understand why every woman wants you. It’s just something about you, something that I never took notice of before” you pause looking at him to see if he understands.

“I saw it today. I saw the goodness in you. I saw the courage in you, the kindness, concern, care in you today. And that did something to me. It changed the way I look at you. Do you get what I am trying to say here? I just need time because this isn’t how I expected for it to happen” you exhale sharply feeling a heavy weight lift from your chest.

“Okay. Lets take it slow then. Your pace. We’ll do what you want, how you want. We wont give this thing a name unless you say so” he smiles at you and overcome with a sudden urge of gratefulness you crash your lips onto his.

He doesn’t respond immediately but when he feels your hand threading through his hair, stopping behind his neck and pulling him in, he does. Its a soft, sweet, gentle kiss. Its perfect for the occasion given that everything so complicated.

You pull away first, and he opens his eyes.

“What happened to taking it slow?” He laughs

“Well, if you are going to be this sweet and considerate then I don’t think its going to take long” you smile and he reciprocates.

“I can be sweeter than this you know?”

“How?”

“Like this” he pulls you into himself, arms wrapped around you tightly. He rests his head on top of yours, trying to take in the moment because he feels happy. He feels thrilled and he doesn’t want to forget it.

“You know I can get you to kiss me again?” And you pull away from him, looking at him suspiciously.

“How?”

“Do you know why I became a cop?”

You shake your head.

“You. To protect you. Decided that day on the bus”

You look at him in awe because how much sweeter could he get?

“You are right that does earn a kiss”

So you pull him by the lapels of his jacket and kiss him. You kiss him until you don’t feel nervous, until you don’t feel doubtful about it. You kiss him until it begins to feel right to do so.

“Saved the best for the last” he winks and pulls you into himself once more because he doesn’t want to let you go. He has waited far too long for this and he will make it worth every single second.

You were right. It was something about him. In fact, it was all about him.

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joonbird · 6 years

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Honeycomb

➭ “For your one year anniversary, your boyfriend Jungkook surprises you with a special gift- a vibrating love egg.”

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: pwp, smut

wordcount: 5.2k

** warnings: use of sex toy, creampie, sex in a semi-public place, some major fluff at the end because I am a Soft Thot for jjk right now

“Jeon Jungkook, I hate you.”

There is a slight pause, and then the unmistakable sound of Jungkook’s laughter on the other end of the phone.

You can’t see the look on his face, but it’s not too difficult an image to conjure up, given that you’ve seen it so many times - Jungkook’s eyes creasing in the corners, nose scrunching in the middle, smile teased over his lips - the picture of a clueless guy who is utterly unaware of how annoyed you are with him.

A clueless guy who is also, you know, your boyfriend.

“You’re so cute when you’re mad, babe.”

You glower at the grey door in front of you, lips contorting into a frown.

“I’m being serious. Stop laughing-”

“It’s funny-”

“It’s not funny! I’m being serious! It won’t go in.”

Your voice quietens into a barely audible hiss on the last few words of your sentence, and you hear Jungkook let out a soft sound of surprise.

“Shit, really?”

“No Jungkook, it is in right now, I’m just stranding myself in the women’s bathroom for fun.” You huff out sarcastically, glowering at the object in your hand.

“Oh. That’s a little weird of you, but okay.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, “Jungkook, I was being sarcastic.”

“How was I supposed to know!” Jungkook protests, and you grumble in irritation, internally cursing your boyfriend’s inability to detect sarcasm.

“Anyway, the point is- it won’t go in!. Look, I’m just gonna give up, maybe you can get a refund on it or something-”

“I can’t get a refund for it if it’s been used-”

“Trust me, it definitely isn’t being used right now!”

Your voice rises half an octave as you stare down miserably at the small object clutched in your palm.

It is a love egg - a small, silicone, rounded sex toy, one that you are trying to insert inside of yourself right now.

“Why won’t it go in? Are you not wet enough?”

Jungkook’s voice snaps you out of your stream of thoughts, he is speaking at normal volume. Your face flushes with heat as you picture him standing outside of the women’s bathroom in the shopping mall, discussing whether you’re wet or not. You can also picture his answering reply - who cares if somebody hears?

It’s classic Jungkook not to care about the opinions of strangers. It’s also classic Jungkook to gift you something totally unexpected for your one year anniversary - and this love egg toy, complete with a red bow perched on top of it along with an attached note with a drawing of a wink face, was certainly unexpected.

You had been surprised by the gift - especially since you had insisted no presents - but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t intrigued by it.

You and Jungkook have been dating for a year now, but it still feels like no matter how much time has passed, no matter how many nights you had spent with his arms curled around you while a movie played on his laptop, or how many days you spent downing coffees and having study cram sessions at your college library - Jungkook always manages to find a way to surprise you.

When you had first laid eyes on him - he had been one of your classes - you had quickly written him off as someone to ignore. He always hung around with a group of guys that were boisterous and confident and brashly loud in that kind of way that hotshot college guys just are, but Jungkook had surprised you when you realised he was different. He was softer around the edges, he had a wide-eyed blink to his eyes and a sheepish smile that tugged on his lips when your eyes met his. He ordered these ridiculously sweet flavoured frappucinos at coffee shops, he always laughed during inappropriate moments, and he without fail, always got misty eyed during Ghibli films.

Somehow, the two of you tumbled into a friendship that was an almost thoughtless kind of easy - like he had always been there in your life, or maybe that he was always meant to be in your life. He was different, he was surprising, but still you had decided he was a good friend and nothing more. Then of course, Jungkook had surprised you by kissing you one evening a year and a half ago. It had been a kiss that was so long and slow and deep that your knees had gone weak, your heart ricocheting in your chest like a fucking jackhammer as you realised that Jeon Jungkook was quite possibly endgame.

“Babe?” Jungkook’s voice drags you out of your thoughts and you let out a tiny huff, glaring at the love egg.

“Yes, I’m not wet enough,” You whisper back, unable to keep the threads of frustration out of your words.

“Have you tried playing with yourself?”

“Yeah I have, but it’s just… It’s not happening-”

“Even if you think about me?” Jungkook’s voice dips suddenly into a lower pitch, his tone a touch more intense.

You hesitate.

“Yeah, I don’t kn-”

“Even if you think about what I did to you last night?"

A sudden flash of heat licks between your legs and you blink, swallowing.

"Last night?”

“Mm. You know, when I bent you over your roommate’s bed and fucked you until you came around my cock?”

Jungkook’s voice is as casual as ever and your breath stutters involuntarily at his words. Your mind flashes to the feeling of his hands gripping the small of your waist, his palm firmly pushing your back down, the sound of your body being slammed and fucked against his hips and his muscled thighs. You feel a shiver dart over your skin as you recall the words and the dirty, desperate moans that had tumbled out of your lips as Jungkook fucked you, rough and unforgiving, on top of your roommate’s bed of all places.

“You know, you looked so hot when you were cumming like that, your pretty ass and your pretty face in my hands.” Jungkook sighs softly and you feel your mouth go dry, a heavy, intense knocking beginning between your legs.

That’s another surprise of Jungkook’s that you had discovered - he had a thing for looking at your face while you came, he liked grasping your chin in his fingers and watching you cum, seeing each spectrum of bliss and urgency and neediness melt over your face like butter.

“We shouldn’t have done that on her bed…” You say, your voice struggling to stay composed. Your thighs quiver at the memory of it, and you ease a finger down, lightly swooping your slit.

You shudder as you make contact, because you are unmistakably wet.

Jungkook’s voice, lilting and deep and familiar, hums in response.

“Weren’t you the one who asked me to fuck you on every surface of your house?”

You are still holding the love egg. Experimentally, you place it at your entrance, pushing in delicately. Your slickness aids the small sex toy, and you gently guide it in and let out a soft, breathy moan.

“Jungkook, it- it’s in.”

As you walk out of the bathroom, your eyes fall on Jungkook, who is leaning against the opposite wall. You can feel the love egg inside of you - its presence is not uncomfortable but definitely noticeable, and the thought of it being inside of you has you a little bit on edge.

Jungkook glances up and smiles as you approach, face relaxed as he slings an arm around your shoulder, presses his lips to your cheek. To any onlooker, it would seem like a perfectly normal interaction between a couple, but what they don’t catch is the sentence Jungkook whispers in your ear.

“Just so you know… the thought of you having a toy inside of you right now is so completely, unbearably, fucking hot.”

He straightens, pulls away and smiles at you. You let out a small, shuddery breath, you’re still wet, turned on, and restless - the presence of the love egg inside of you is more a tease than a relief.

The egg, accompanied with the memory of Jungkook’s words, murmured and husky with arousal in your ear, heighten the steady knock between your legs as you walk through the mall. You turn to Jungkook, he has an easygoing smile on his face but you immediately catch the slightest of tension held in his brow, his tongue licking his bottom lip slowly, and you realise that as uncomfortably turned on as you are, Jungkook is as well.

Jungkook meets your gaze and you can tell that he’s reading your face too, reading the arousal written all over you. He smirks.

“I gotta buy some new gym stuff babe, do you mind if we do some shopping before heading off?”

You nod, feeling anticipation clench low in your belly as Jungkook and you walk towards the sports store. His arm is still draped your shoulder, as you walk, he chatters lightly about the new gym gear he needs, stopping every now and then to absently press a kiss to your hair, chuckling as he does so- but you can barely concentrate, too fixated on the egg pushed deep inside of you, and moreover, Jungkook’s other hand, which is deep in his pocket and likely wrapped around the love egg’s wireless remote controller.

You wonder fleetingly what it feels like to have the egg vibrate, biting your lip as you try and clamp down on the sensation of yearning that you are beginning to feel in your core for something. For stimulation, for touch, for anything other than this - you walking around a public shopping mall, your pussy being teased with every step you take.

You sneak a look at Jungkook who is gazing straight ahead, a small smirk playing on his lips, you nibble down on your bottom lip and fight the urge to ask him to turn the love egg on - just quickly, just so you can feel it.

You finally approach the sports store, and you separate as you enter, Jungkook heading straight toward a displayed neatly folded trackpants. You can feel your breath rush in a little sharper as you watch your boyfriend, impatient and restless, while Jungkkook leisurely takes his time browsing through the pants.

You can feel it inching over you, arousal and neediness laced n your bloodstream and thrumming through every part of your body.

“Jungkook-” His name rushes out, a fraction more strained than usual, and Jungkook glances up.

“Mm?”

An employee of the sportswear store brushes past and smiles welcomingly at at the two of you, you wonder if she can see it - the dilation of your pupils, the heaviness of your breathing, if she can somehow feel the knocking between your legs growing even more intense.

“Are you going to be much longer shopp-”

And then the egg starts vibrating.

You can feel it- the heavy buzz inside of you, the suddenness of it, and you can’t help the breathy gasp that escapes your lips, cutting your sentence short.

Jungkook looks up, eyes planted on you.

“Everything alright, babe?”

He is gazing right at you, the slightest of smirks toying on his lips as you nod tightly. The shop is busy today, other shoppers and store employees milling about, and you swallow, trying to hold your composure together. The egg keeps vibrating, right there, nestled in the slickness of your wet cunt.

“I think I like these, what do you think?” Jungkook lifts a pair grey trackpants and you shift in place. Fuck. The movement shifts the toy and you can feel it - the edge of the vibrating egg buzzing teasingly against your clit. You feel the anticipation start to sharpen, heat and arousal beginning to pour over your skin as you struggle to keep your face neutral.

“It looks like every other pair that you already own,” You force out, and Jungkook raises an eyebrow, pouts a little. His eyes are still glued on you, one hand in his pocket. “Really? I dunno, I like them.”

The vibrations click into gear and get faster, deeper. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You feel your breath start to stutter in desperately, pleasure and desperation beginning to gather into a tangled, red knot in the pit of your belly. The vibrations are rumbly and deep and you can feel it throughout your core, you can feel Jungkook’s gaze on you, controlling the remote, while other shoppers mill around you, utterly clueless.

Your hand curls into a fist, nails digging crescent moons in the flesh of your palm as you shift in place again, rub your thighs together, a desperate attempt to subtly try and feel more of it, more of the toy.

The pace of the toy switches suddenly, back to before - the slower, gentler vibration - and you feel a rush of frustration.

You glance at Jungkook, you think about his fingers on the remote, the fact that he is completely in control of this right now. Your boyfriend is completely in charge of the vibrations, the sex toy that you put inside of yourself, that you are having to fight the urge to not moan out in public, and you shudder with lust. It’s so unbelievably hot that it just heightens everything you are already feeling, and you can feel your eyes getting glassier, breathing heavier, you swallow.

You internally fight the urge to reach between your legs and touch your aching clit, desperate to give yourself some form of release from the still buzzing love egg.

Jungkook is watching you closely, you can see the confident smirk dancing over his features. The intensity of Jungkook’s stare just reminds you of last night, it’s the same hungry expression he had when you had begged him to fuck you everywhere and anywhere in your house. You recognise the intent flicker in his eyes, its one that Jungkook gets when he wants to claim you and fuck you.

“Are you sure everything’s okay? You’re breathing a bit funny.” Jungkook cocks his head to one side and gazes down at you, voice lush and teasing. With that you feel the love egg switching to that same fast, relentless speed from before.

A haze of lust settles over your vision and you barely keep yourself together, nodding wordlessly at Jungkook.

You feel it, the throb, the ache, the build, struggling to keep your face composed. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, fighting every urge you have to moan out loud.

Jungkook is still watching you, and the thought turns you on even more - that you’re about to orgasm right here in the middle of a store- and you feel your climax approaching, your breath sharpening, vision beginning to blur-

The vibration stops.

You freeze, your pulse racing violently with arousal and protest. Your eyes snaps up, Jungkook has already stepped closer to you, head dipping down to your ear.

“I think I’m going to try these on in the fitting rooms-” He still has the track pants over one shoulder, his fingers wrapping around your wrist. Your breath hitches in, heat pools in your belly as Jungkook’s eyes meet yours.

“Do you want to join me?”

The traffic in the store has picked up, and Jungkook expertly weaves his way through the crowd toward the changerooms along the back wall. Luckily, the fitting room area is relatively quiet- quiet enough for you to slip into one of the rooms with Jungkook.

The moment the door is locked, you press your body against Jungkook’s, folding into him, face tipped up to his. Your lips are parted, you feel feverish with want after being so close and having the vibrations stop.

“I need you,” You pant out, feeling that familiar rush of exhilaration and desire run through your veins like a deliciously potent cocktail. You don’t know what it is about Jungkook that gets you like this, frenzied and urgent and bold.

Jungkook fills you full of want so searing hot, that you feel like you may just fall apart at the seams if he doesn’t touch you, grab you, own you. You are brimming with it.

“Please baby,” You beg, your voice softening to a whisper, “Please touch me.”

Jungkook lets out a soft moan at your words, his lips colliding with yours in a deep, messy kiss. Jungkook’s hand rakes through your hair before his fingers settle at the nape of your neck, his other hand gripping firm on your hip, his tongue grazing over yours.

A heady rush of excitement dusts over your skin, you moan into his kisses, a sound that is just breaking apart enough to sound like a purr. You hear a sound like a gasp at the back of Jungkook’s throat, he pulls away from you to kiss down your neck. His tongue laps over each nip and kiss he places against your sensitive skin, and you can feel it buzzing through your body like a current. How badly you want it, want him, the excitement from hearing people outside the thin door of the changing room, the egg that is still buried inside of your pussy, and most of all Jungkook, who is letting out soft growls into the shell of your ear.

You can feel your body start to shake in anticipation as Jungkook grabs your hips and flips you over, instinctively your palms splay out against the mirror of the small, narrow fitting room. Your eyes rake over the reflection that greets you - your eyes dilated and heavy lidded, the whimpers from your lips strained as to not make too much noise, they are almost even more erotic sounding that way.

Your gaze trails back to Jungkook standing behind you, tugging your jeans down carefully. You can see under his black tee the jut of his collarbones as he pulls your pants off, the flex of his shoulders. Jungkook’s jaw is clenched, and you can tell that he too, is only moments away from breaking apart with need.

You are aching as Jungkook reaches between your legs and pulls out the small love egg. You let out a whine when it’s out, watching in the mirror as Jungkook looks down at it.

it’s silicone surface is completely slick with your wetness, and you stare as Jungkook, eyes intent on you in the mirror, presses his tongue against the toy and tastes you in one clean lick.

A fresh shudder of lust eases it’s way through your body as you watch, it takes all of your resolve not to beg Jungkook to fuck you, to not moan, or make any sound. You stare, transfixed, as Jungkook grabs the remote from his pocket and turns the toy back on.

Now that it is out of you, you can hear it - the buzz, loud enough that somebody in the next fitting room could possibly hear it, but frankly, you don’t care. The toy, slickened from Jungkook’s tongue and your wetness, presses firmly against your swollen clit.

The sudden pressure makes your hips jerk compulsively, you bite back a cry of pleasure and Jungkook immediately shifts the egg, circling it around your clit in slow, teasing circles. Your thighs are tensed, your body like a coil, desperate for release. Each stroke of the toy against your clit has your body shaking, and just when you think you’re closer, the toy pulls away and you feel the ebbs of pleasure fading.

Jungkook is drawing it out, taking you to a point of even darker need, to the point where you almost feel furious with it.

Jungkook’s body is now crooked on top of yours, you can feel his lips nibbling and kissing around your ear and your neck neck, the tip of his hard cock brushing against your entrance. He is hard, you can feel that the tip of his cock is moist with precum, and you feel a full-body shudder flood through your body.

Your eyes flutter open, you stare at your reflection - you and Jungkook, bodies pressed together, his hand clutching the small egg at your clit, his face buried in the side of your neck. His voice rasps out against your ear, a growl of your name, you whimper in response, a “Please” that is pure unadulterated begging. It is a thready, desperate pleading with for him to fuck you.

Jungkook moans and obliges, pushing himself inside of you.

Heat sears through your entire body, it feels like you are breathing a sigh of contentment as you feel Jungkook stretching you. You are melting against it, the feeling of him pushing deeper until the entirety of his length is buried deep inside of your walls.

You hear him stutter out a groan, mutter out a broken, “Fuck”.

You want him everywhere, filling you whole, you want his hands on every inch of your body, his mouth canvassing your skin. You are so full of a needy heat for him that you arch your back, press yourself deeper against his cock until you hear it, the possessive growl at the back of Jungkook’s throat, and then he starts sliding in and out of you.

Jungkook isn’t slow or gentle, he fucks you hard, full thrusts that have you squeezing your eyes shut, biting down on your forearm as to not let out the screams that you so desperately want to. Your palms are pressed against the cool surface of the mirror, you are soaked in it, a gnawing anticipation, as Jungkook buries his cock deeper and deeper inside of you with every snap of his hips against yours.

You can feel the tremble of his thighs, his voice, throaty and husky and murmuring out your name n your ear like its a mantra.

Then, Jungkook, like he’s just now remembering he still has it clutched in his hand - presses the vibrating love egg directly against the hood of your clit.

It’s like a crack of heat, a whip of lust. You feel your back arch and your hips press back harder to feel more of Jungkook’s cock, to feel more of the vibrating, slick silicone he is pressing against you. It’s an overload to your senses, and you feel pleasure start to crawl over your skin, a whimper falls from your lips, “Jungkook oh my God."

You feel faint almost, it’s so intense - the vibrations deep and rumbly against your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure and a throbbing, rough lust through your body.

You hone your focus onto the rhythmic push of Jungkook’s cock deep inside of you, his hands on your hips. Just when you think you are about to fall to pieces, Jungkook reaches up and winds his fist in your hair.

Jungkook’s thrusts are steady and unwavering even though you can tell in the patchiness of his breathing that he’s close. The feeling of his fingers pulling on your hair, the faint sting in your scalp, has you toppling over the edge.

Your chest tightens, your cunt tightens, and you feel it cresting over you. You’re close now, pleasure on the brink of washing over every inch of your body until you feel nothing but satisfaction.

Jungkook drops the love egg, it clatters to the floor, still vibrating. His fingers catch your chin and he tilts your face up. Your eyes flutter open, you whimper as you see it- Jungkook, one hand in your hair, the other on your chin, eyes intent on your face like you’re the only thing he can see, the only thing he wants to see.

And then you fall apart around the next thrust of his cock.

Heat and intensity prickles over you in waves, and your body shakes as Jungkook’s palm covers your mouth. You bite down on his palm in an attempt to suppress your loud orgasm as you feel pleasure spike over your entire body.

You feel Jungkook tense, he lets out a low "Fuck babe I’m gonna-” and his body jerks. You feel his cock throb as he cums deep inside of you, filling you up with his seed.

Your chest heaves out with each breath you take, your eyes gloss over. The glowing, euphoric, high seeps over you and into every corner of your being,

It is slow and delicious and lingering, like the taste of sweet, addictive honeycomb.

Your breathing slows until it is thick and lazy and happy. Jungkook’s arms are wrapped around your waist and for a moment the two of you stand there, breaths evening out, a soft hazy air of satisfaction settling between the space held between your bodies. You feel blIssed out, every piece of tension inside of you is unravelling, toes uncurling and tenderness floating over your skin.

Jungkook pulls out of you and you wince, pulling up your jeans and zipping them up as Jungkook bends and picks up the still vibrating love egg, switching it off before he pulls up his pants.

You are going to have Jungkook’s cum dripping out of you all day, that is, if he doesn’t fuck it deeper inside of you later - a likely possibility given the fact that even now, sated and warm and glowing, you still want more of your boyfriend, somehow.

jungkook slips the egg into his pocket, steps towards you and wraps you into his arms in one lazy, boyish motion as his lips catch your temple and then the corner of your mouth. Again and again, clumsy, sweet, tender kisses - he pulls back and kisses your eyelids, the tip of your nose, until you are laughing, soft giggles that you try and conceal.

You can hear the commotion outside of the fitting room, voices of shoppers nod workers and your cheeks flush with heat at the possibility of any of them hearing you and Jungkook, or worse, seeing the egg when it had dropped to the floor.

Jungkook, like he’s reading your mind, scoops up the abandoned track pants.

“I should probably buy these,” He say sheepishly.

You bury your face in his neck and laugh.

“I’ll buy them for you. For an anniversary present.”

Jungkook’s cheeks flush pink, “So about that…” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a thick envelope. “The love egg thingo was only part one of your present, actually. This is part two.”

You blink down at it. “Part two?” You look up accusingly, “We said no presents!”

Jungkook just shrugs.

“Jungkook! I didn’t get you anything-”

“Didn’t you say you were gonna get those trackpants?”

Jungkook points to the track pants which once again, have been abandoned on the floor.

“That doesn’t count, it’s hardly a present,” You protest feebly and Jungkook props his hands on his hips, face serious.

“It definitely counts, I love trackpants y’know. They’re my favourite kind of pant."

You suppress a laugh and shake your head, letting out a petulant ”Jungkook,“ as you accept the envelope in Jungkook’s hands, turning it over. It has nothing written on the front and back, and it’s surprisingly thick.

"Open it.”

You open the envelope and pull it open.

Inside are several different folded squares of paper, all different colours - a forest green, muted daisy yellow, terracotta red. You pull one out, a rosy pink slip of paper, to see Jungkook’s handwriting scrawled on the front.

Read this if we get into an argument.

You pull out another, robin egg blue paper, to see written on the front, Read this if you’re having a shit day.

A third piece of paper, cloudy grey, and written on the front - for when Mercury goes into retrograde, whenever that is. I know you’re into that stuff.

“Jungkook…” Your voice trails off questioningly and Jungkook clears his throat.

“They’re all letters I wrote for you. For uh, all kinds of different occasions and moods."

You don’t speak, staring down at the envelope and feeling your throat get a little tighter, your breath rush in a touch sharper, eyes growing wide.

"Is it… Is it okay?” You glance up, Jungkook has a hand at the nape of his neck, a blush tinging his cheeks. “I know, it’s a bit cheesy but I dunno, the idea just came to me. And I’m not that good with words and stuff so they’re not all like full on letters okay, there’s some drawings and stuff like that-”

“Jungkook.”

“-and like, I really wanted to get you a present present but the shipping costs for the love egg were higher than expected. Shipping sucks, what’s a guy gotta do to get a good quality sex egg around here? Although I did earn enough loyalty points to get a free Hello Kitty dildo and I was gonna gift that to you too but then Tae stole it, the bastard-”

“Jungkook.”

“And he took all these dumbass Snapchats with it and by that point it just didn’t seem like a very romantic gift idea-”

“Jungkook."

Finally, your boyfriend looks up at the sound of your voice which is a little sterner, cutting straight into his rambling.

"Yeah?”

You soften, stepping closer into his arms, hearing the soft exhale that escapes from his lips as his arms instinctively tighten around you, holding you close to him.

“I love you.”

Jungkook stills, his eyes widen. He pulls you properly into his arms, encircling you into his body, lips pressing to your forehead.

“I love you so much, you know that?”

His voice is tender and you hum in response, looping your arms around his waist. Jungkook keeps pecking the top of your head, pressing his lips to the crown of your hair in soft, sweet kisses.

You think about him- Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend of a year, the boy who grants you earth shattering orgasms and brings out a side to you that you never knew existed, the boy who falls asleep mid anime marathons, the boy who is fearless and bright and sweet and surprising. The boy who stuffed an envelope full of love notes just for you, and gifted you a vibrating love egg.

You squeeze Jungkook a little harder, feel your heart thump a little faster and tell yourself not to let him go.

“This would probably be more romantic if it wasn’t in the middle of an sport store fitting room,” Jungkook muses suddenly.

“Somehow, it feels very us for this to be happening here.” You comment wryly, and Jungkook shrugs.

“True. I guess it’s time for us to get out of here, hey? We gotta do it stealth-like, okay? I like this store and I wanna come back. I’ll go first and if the coast is clear, we’ll walk out of here all chill, no big deal. Love egg, whomst? Moi? You? No way. Sound like a plan?"

Jungkook has a very serious look on his face, you stifle a giggle and nod in agreement. Jungkook lifts his fist and you bump yours against it.

"You know, you’re full of surprises, Jeon Jungkook.” You sigh, shaking your head and Jungkook just grins at you.

“The good kind?”

You smile.

“Uh huh.”

The sweetest kind.

amynote: I wrote this in one go on my iPad on the long train ride yesterday, so I’m sorry if it’s a bit rushed or full of typos!! I may be on hiatus but my Jungkook feels are certainly not, let me tell you that much

#jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook x reader

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taestefully-in-luv · 3 years

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Always You | JJK (Drabble#5)

Summary: You suddenly feel so insecure before leaving for Japan.

Pairing: Always You!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: angst, smut, fluff

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: mutual masturbation, unprotected sex,

Notes: This is set before OC leaves for Japan! Remember requests for drabble ideas are open! Lets chat:)

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You could get used to this for the rest of your life…snuggled up in Jungkook’s arms while lying in bed on a lazy Saturday night. You listen to him as he talks about a new project he’s working on for work…he speaks so animatedly, constantly talking with his hands. You giggle to yourself as he gets so excited speaking about some new scenes he gets to edit and he drops his hands to your body.

“What?” he pouts, “Why are you laughing at me?”

“Nothing.” You sing, “You’re just too cute.”

“I’m going to miss this.” Jungkook says softly, “Just lying here with you.”

“Me too, but a year will fly by.”

“So you say to make us feel better.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “It’s going to feel like forever and you know it.”

“Then I get two forever’s with you?”

“You’re so cheesy.” Jungkook chuckles and you hit his arm.

“You’re literally way cheesier than I am.” You turn over in his embrace and snuggle into his chest, nuzzling your face into his thiddies.

“Debatable.” He squeezes your body into his and sighs out. “I—”

You feel your phone buzzing on the nightstand and you groan at the inconvenience. Who is interrupting your precious time with your man?

“Ignore it.” Jungkook smiles, “If it’s important they’ll call again.”

“Good idea.” You nuzzle further into his chest. “It’s just you and m—”

Your phone starts going off again and you roll your eyes, releasing yourself from Jungkook’s hold as you check to see who the hell is calling.

“It’s Jimin.” You whine, “It’s always Jimin.”

“Answer it.” Jungkook chuckles.

“Hello?.......uh huh…..what?........ugh…..okay….well, what happened though?......oh damn, alright.” You speak into the phone and Jungkook is trying to listen in and he’s mouthing ‘put it on speaker’ to you, so you do.

“…And I told her! It’s your fault babe! But you know how Trina is. Anyway she needs us.” Jimin’s loud voice is heard on speaker.

“It has to be tonight?” you whine.

“Girl, she’s already at the bar. I’m on my way there now.”

“Fuck, alright. Be there in 30.” You hang up the phone and give Jungkook an apologetic look.

“Trina and Holly got into a fight and Trina is spiraling because she’s dramatic and claims she needs to get wasted tonight to forget about their fight.” You explain. “So we are going to meet her and Jimin at The Circle.”

“That places drinks are expensive though.” Jungkook looks disappointed to say the least. “Why do I have to go anyway? Why can’t you and Jimin just console her?”

“I’ll suck your dick right now if you come with me.” You offer with a wiggle of your brows.

“Okay, deal.” He says quickly with a cocky grin. “Making deals with you is so fun.”

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“Wait, you’re fighting because of … those?” your eyes travel down to Trina’s chest where you can see her freshly pierced nipples through her thin t shirt.

“Personally, I love them.” Jimin shrugs with a sly smile.

“Why doesn’t Holly like them? I wouldn’t think she would have a problem?” you ask and Trina hits her head on the bar top.

“It’s because I was dressed like this all day and we were supposed to meet her parents…she doesn’t want me to meet her parents looking like this.” Trina says with an eye roll. “Which is stupid. I don’t need her parents approval. But she’s worried what they might think.”

“Isn’t that kind of…fair?” you point out and both Trina and Jimin look at you with disbelief.

“Fair?” Trina spits out, “They’re just piercings!”

“Yeah y/n!” Jimin defends too, “Come on, its 2021.”

“It just seems like a useless thing to fight about.” You admit softly, you reach for Trina’s hand, “Ever heard of compromise?”

“Where’s her compromise?” Trina asks with a raised brow.

“Okay, fair.” You say, defeated. “Let’s just get you drunk.”

“Now you are finally starting to make sense.” Jimin says with a grin. “I’ll order the first round of shots.”

Your hand goes to Jungkook’s thigh as he sits next to you just listening to all of your conversations. He looks your way and offers you a sweet smile and you squeeze his thigh. Jungkook takes this opportunity to lean over and kiss you.

“Can you not rub your relationship in my sad face right now?” Trina groans.

“Whoops sorry.” You say with a sheepish grin. “We can tone it down” and Jungkook frowns.

A couple hours pass and Trina is starting to have fun, she’s on the dance floor with Jimin as they rock their bodies to the beat of the song. She looks a lot calmer and happier and that makes you smile.

“Jungkook?”

You hear a soft, feminine voice slice through the loud music, you turn your head to see a girl that looks quite familiar making her way over to your boyfriend.

“Woah, Ari!” Jungkook stands up, a bright smile on his face.

“I thought it was you!” she says, coming up to him and wrapping her arms around his neck as she goes in for a hug. You feel your chest get hit with a wave of anxiety. Who is she? Why do you recognize her?

“Yeah, it’s me.” He hugs her back and you watch as discomfort crawls all over your skin.

“You look so good, wow.” This Ari girl grabs a feel of Jungkook’s bicep and he turns pink. Is he fucking blushing? You clear your throat. And both of them look in your direction.

“This is y/n.” Jungkook smiles at you, his hands gesturing towards you and Ari raises a single brow.

“Right, you’re roommate.”

“Actually, his girl—”

“So Jungkook, we should definitely catch up. You still have my number right?” She winks at him and you want to throw hands.

“Yeah, I do.” He admits, “I—”

“I’m his girlfriend.” You cut in, “In case you didn’t know. Which I am just going to assume you didn’t, also can you take your hand off my boyfriends arm?”

Ari steps back, clearly embarrassed.

“Sorry I—”

“Also could you just leave us alone?” You chuckle bitterly and Jungkook goes red.

“y/n…” his warning tone making you shudder. “What’s—”

“Like, now.” You shoo her away with your hand and she stutters out that she’s sorry again before walking away.

You grab your drink and chug it back, staring at the dance floor with a blank expression.

“What the hell was that?” Jungkook finally asks, anger evident in his voice.

“I should be asking you the same thing.” You snap your head in his direction. “Want to tell me why she looks so familiar?”

“We…we use to sleep together.” He admits. “but why the hell were you so rude?”

“Because she was feeling you up. Which you didn’t stop her by the way. And call me crazy but it looks like you were blushing.”

“Okay, you are crazy. I wasn’t blushing. I was just embarrassed.” He says. “I was going to introduce you as my girlfriend.”

“Really? When? Before or after she tries to get in your pants again?”

Jungkook’s face falls and he’s grabbing his whiskey and throwing it back.

“She wouldn’t have the opportunity to get in my pants. You know that.”

“Do I?”

“y/n…” he says softly, “I would never cheat on you.”

“How am I supposed to believe that when you can’t even reject an old fling? Is this how it’s going to be when I’m in Japan? Every single girl you’ve previously fucked is going to make a pass at you and you’re too nice to say ‘fuck off’?”

“Every girl I’ve?” Jungkook looks at you incredulously. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“What? It’s not my fault you’ve slept with half the city. I’ve gotta be worried about every girl who comes to talk to you? Because you’ve probably fucked them right?” you spit out, the alcohol finally starting to have its effects on you.

“Careful y/n.” Jungkook warns, “You’re saying things you don’t mean.”

“But I do mean them?” you laugh. “What’s it going to be like when I’m in Japan?”

“You shouldn’t have to worry about that because you trust me.” Jungkook says but it sounds more like a question. “You do trust me, right?”

“I—”

“We have bigger problems if you don’t trust me, y/n.” he stands from his bar stool and looks at you with a pained expression. “I’m going home.”

You sit at the bar, feeling fucking bothered. You’re too angry to feel bad about Jungkook right now. You feel hot with irritation. Trina makes her way to you and notices your sour expression.

“…You literally shood her away?” Trina is trying not to laugh but can’t help it. “Damn, savage.”

“Was that too far?” You groan into your hands, “Jungkook is pissed.”

“You’re being insecure y/n.” Trina looks at you with a soft expression, she’s trying to be gentle with you. “Like, hella insecure.”

“Sure I got a little jealous….”

“Bitch, you told me you told him he slept with the whole city.” Trina points out, “You probably hurt his feelings. Making him feel like a lil slut and shit.”

“He said I don’t trust him.”

“Do you?”

“Of course I do! It’s the girls I don’t trust!”

“Weak argument.”

“Trina…”

“Listen, you need to work this out, pronto. You leave in 10 days girl. You need to make sure you can trust your boyfriend when you’re in another country. And he needs to feel like you trust him.”

You know Trina is right. She usually is. You look at her with worry before you speak.

“I can work it out with him tomorrow, right now we are focusing on you having fun.”

“Oh girl, I didn’t tell you? Me and Holly worked it out.” She laughs. “Compromise, remember?”

“Proud of you.” You blow her a kiss and grab your phone and purse.

“I’ll text you, tell Jimin bye and love him.”

Trina nods her head and waves you off, you get up from your stool and head towards the bars exit.

~~~~~~

“Jungkook?” you creep through the front door to find the living room lamp lit up and Jungkook’s dark figure sitting on the couch.

“Jungkook?” you walk closer to him and he sighs out heavily.

“Let’s talk.” He whispers. “Now.”

You nod your head quickly and take a seat next to him on the sofa, you leave some space though.

“Okay.” You breathe out. “Let’s talk.”

“I don’t want to fight.” He warns. “Let’s be mature.”

“Okay.”

“What the fuck was that at the bar?” he says calmly. “You were being…”

“Don’t say crazy.”

“Well? What do you expect me to say? I’ve rarely seen that side of you.” He says, his breathing beginning to pick up. “You embarrassed me!” he admits, sighing out.

“You let her touch you.”

“It was fucking harmless.”

“Oh? That’s harmless? She was getting a feel for your muscles? And that’s harmless?” you spit out harshly. “Think of it this way,” you give him an unimpressed look. “You would absolutely not stand for it if we were in each others positions.”

Jungkook gulps. It’s true…he would be going crazy himself, he probably would have punched a dude if he was touching you too long.

“You’re a fucking hypocrite.” You snap. “You absolutely would hate this.”

“You don’t trust me…” Jungkook says softly. “You think I’ve slept with every girl I meet…”

“Haven’t you?” You ask bitterly. “Wouldn’t surprise me.”

Jungkook face falls into a deep frown, he’s hurt. He looks hurt. He is hurt.

“Stop trying to hurt me because you’re mad.” He tries to say a little more sternly but there’s hurt in his voice.

“What number am I?”

“y/n…Don’t do that.” Jungkook scrunches his face up. “Don’t start this.”

“You know all the guys I’ve slept with.” You point out, “But I have no idea how many women you’ve hooked up with. What number am I?”

“Don’t.” he scoots a little closer to you, “It doesn’t matter.” He tries, “You’re the last person I will ever sleep with.”

“Until I’m far away in Japan and there’s no one to stop you from fucking some random—”

“Enough.” Jungkook’s voice cuts in sharp, causing you to flinch. “For fucks sake, y/n.” he stands up, frustrated. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he’s turning red.

“What’s wrong with me?” you yell, “You’re the one who doesn’t know how to keep it in his pants!”

“Why the fuck are you being so insecure? Have I ever made you feel like you weren’t good enough for me? You’re all I want, y/n. But you’re being crazy.” Jungkook takes a seat again, his head falling in his hands.

��Stop calling me crazy!” You cry out, “And understand that tonight you did very little to stop a girl from hitting on you! Right in front of me! How will you be when I’m not around?” you feel your eyes burning and soon, you’re starting to cry. Only because you’re so angry.

“She wasn’t hitting on me!” he yells, “And if she was, I didn’t notice because it does not matter! I only have eyes for you!”

“We just aren’t seeing eye to eye.” You state, wiping your face.

“Clearly not.”

“There’s no point in talking then.” You stand up and head to the bedroom, slamming the door shut. Jungkook guesses he’s sleeping on the couch tonight.

An hour or so passes and Jungkook is still sitting in his spot on the sofa. Just thinking. Why are you being so insecure? He guesses you are feeling more uneasy about leaving for Japan that you’ve led on. You are worried about all the girls that will talk to him, touch him, ask to hang out. And what if…he groans into his hands. He’s just trying to see your point of view and understand you. But in his eyes this just comes down to you not trusting him and that hurts.

Jungkook stands up and walks to your bedroom, he slowly creeps open the door just to find you quietly crying in bed.

“Baby…” Jungkook calls out for you softly and you freeze.

“Leave me alone.” You mumble.

Jungkook walks closer to the bed with a frown drawn on his face, he sits on the edge of the bed and begins rubbing your back.

“I’m sorry.” He says softly.

“For what? You didn’t do anything wrong, remember?” you ask bitterly while sniffling.

“I thought a lot about it and I think I understand where you’re coming from now.” He continues to rub your back. “Will you turn around and look at me?” he asks. You shake your head over and over, denying his request.

“Why not?”

“I’ve been crying.” You admit. “I look ugly.”

“That’s impossible. You’re the prettiest person on the planet.”

“You’re saying there’s someone prettier on a different planet?” you half joke as you sit up.

“Okay, pretties person in the universe.” His hand reaches towards your face and he caresses your cheek.

“I’m sorry I was rude to her…” you finally say, “Actually, not really. But I am sorry that I embarrassed you.”

“I guess I’ll take it.” Jungkook chuckles. “please just tell me you trust me.” His voice is pleading and it makes you guilty.

“I do baby.” You grab on to his hand that caresses your cheek. “I’m sorry I made you feel like I don’t.”

“You’re just scared of being so far away from me right?”

“Yes…” you finally admit, “I do feel insecure…I just don’t know how to deal with it.”

“Have I ever made you feel like I wouldn’t be faithful to you?”

Your eyes widen at his question and you begin to frantically shake your head and he chuckles.

“Then trust me. With your whole heart and soul. Just trust me.” Jungkook smiles, “I will reassure you every day if I have to. That you’re the only one I see, the only one I want.”

“I’m scared.”

“Of what?” he asks, his brows pulled together.

“Going long distance. You know how many couples break up because of it?”

“Not us.” He says, “You’re my best friend y/n. We can literally get through everything together.” He assures you.

“You won’t have sex for months at a time…” your eyes fall to the bed, “What if you get—”

“Oh my god.” He laughs, “Do you think I am some sort of sex addict?”

“No, no. Well, maybe.” You joke. “I just don’t want you to—”

“I can handle it, Jeez.” His hand falls to your lap and takes your hand in his, “Love of my life, remember?”

“Yeah.” You whisper.

Jungkook leans forward until his lips are touching yours, but he doesn’t kiss you yet. “I love you.” He says softly then he’s putting pressure on your lips in a long kiss. Your hands immediately go to his hair, you softly tug on his locks as you kiss him back.

“We should sleep?” You whisper, pulling away.

“I don’t feel like sleeping” Jungkook goes in to kiss you again, his lips moving hotly against yours. You can feel his desperation with the way his tongue quickly finds its way in your mouth.

“I want you to touch yourself.” Jungkook says against your lips so suddenly making you gasp.

“W-What?”

“You’ll be touching yourself a lot while you’re in Japan because I’m not there, get used to it.”

“Jungkook…”

“I want to watch you touch yourself.” He says again. “I want you to take these little shorts off, and touch yourself. I want you to rub your pussy over your panties, then I want to watch you slip these pretty little fingers inside.” Jungkook breathes out heavily as he speaks. “Can you do that for me baby?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” He kisses your lips again, “And I want your legs nice and spread for me, giving me the perfect view.”

“Yes.” You lean back in bed shimmying your shorts off leaving you in nothing but your underwear and a tank top. You release a long, long breath and move your hand down to your hips…you look at Jungkook like you’re seeking permission. He nods his head slowly as his dark eyes gaze into yours.

“Go ahead baby.” He breathes out, “Show me what you’re going to do when I’m not around.”

You fingers slide over the material of your cotton panties, until you’re finding the spot that is most sensitive. You start rubbing slow, slow circles over it and you tilt your head back in satisfaction. Your anger sure made you frustrated.

“Good girl….let me know when your panties start to get really damp.”

“They are.” You admit shyly. “Want to feel?”

“No baby. This is all you. But I do want you to take them off. Wanna see how wet you are with my own eyes.”

You lift yourself up and drag down your underwear, leaving your bottom half bare.

“Spread your legs. Want to see how sticky you are.”

You gulp, but you listen. You slowly begin to spread your legs apart as Jungkook watches, your wetness stringing from one side of your folds to the other. He licks his lips, god, he wants to just eat you up.

“Fuck…” he breathes out heavily. “Gather all that,” he points to your pussy, “And get your fingers soaked. Then stick two fingers inside.”

Your fingers go back to your center, gathering your juices before you’re sliding two fingers inside your desperate hole. You groan when you insert the fingers and Jungkook smiles.

“Go ahead, start fucking yourself.” Jungkook palms himself over his jeans. “And be loud.”

You start to slowly thrust your fingers in and out of your hole, the squelching noises begins to fill the room along with your whimpers.

“Jungkook…” you whine, “Please touch me.”

“Not yet baby.” He says, still rubbing his cock over his jeans. “I’m just enjoying the view.”

“Pull your cock out, let me see it.” You command and Jungkook’s eyes expand in pleasant surprise.

“My cock turn you on?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Even just seeing it?”

“Yes.” You start to move your fingers faster, curling them every few moments.

“Whatever you want, princess.” He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down to his thighs and drags his briefs down just low enough that his cock is making an appearance. It stands tall, hard and swollen.

“Oh Jungkook.” You cry out.

“What is it baby?” he smirks.

“Just enjoying the view.” You playfully throw his words back at him and he grins at you.

“Can I touch my clit?”

“This is all you baby, of course. What would you do if I weren’t here?”

Your fingers leave your cunt and you’re quickly rubbing tight, focused circles on your bundle of nerves and you throw your head back, and moan out in pleasure. Then you lift your head and gaze at Jungkook’s painfully hard cock.

“I can’t come without you.” You whine, “I need you.”

“You can. You gotta get used to it baby.”

“Jungkook….”

“I’ll give you an image to think of when you are touching yourself in Japan.” He says, he brings his hand to his mouth and spits in his palm, then he’s grabbing a hold of his member, slathering his saliva all over it, getting it nice and wet. He begins stroking his cock for you, as he screw his eyes shut and starts rubbing faster and faster.

You stare at him with eyes full of lust as you circle your clit faster and faster. You feel the tension building until it finally hits you. You release moan after moan as you come. Jungkook opens his eyes and watches you as you come undone, he smiles and nods his head in approval.

“Good girl. Good girl.”

You feel high just off his praises alone. Your fingers leave your clit and you crawl closer to him, your hand reaching for his face as you suddenly push your fingers past his pretty lips.

“Taste me.” You command and he looks up at you with big doe eyes and begins sucking your fingers clean. You make your way on to his lap and start kissing him ferociously, your tongue forcing its way into his mouth, he tangles his with yours just as quickly. His hands gripping at your hips as you grind down onto his hard length.

“ooof” he sighs out when he feels your wet folds grinding into his member. “How needy are you?”

“You just made me come by my own fingers when I have you right in front of me, that’s mean. Was this a punishment?” you breathe out and he darkly chuckles.

“I’m not trying to punish you baby.” He kisses all over your face.

“Felt like it.” You say, your tone shifting into something sad.

“Hey.” He tilts your head up with his fingers, “I’m not mad at you anymore. We worked it out.” He softly reminds you.

“But I still feel…” You look to the side and he sighs.

“Baby,” he slowly kisses your lips until he’s nibbling at your jaw. “You have nothing to worry about, I promise.” He leaves soft kisses down your neck, his lips caressing your skin tenderly. “You are the only one for me.” He promises while nibbling on your throat. “You can trust me.” He’s sucking into your skin now, no doubt marking you. “Can you trust me?”

You rotate your head as it falls backwards, giving him more access to your skin as you breathe out roughly.

“Yes.” You say breathlessly. “I trust you.”

“Good.” He’s lifting you off his body and setting you down on the bed gently, your head lightly bouncing off the pillow. He guides you by the arm to sit up, and he’s lifting your tank top off your body. He stares at you breasts and licks his lips until he’s groaning.

“Remind me one of these days to fuck your tits.”

“Why not right now?” you wink and Jungkook looks at you softly with a small smile adorning his face.

“Because right now I am going to make love to you.”

You feel your cheeks flush at his words, your stomach filling with tens of millions of butterflies. They all take off at the same time, a whole swarm of them, flying around making you feel a million things.

“M-Make love?”

“Oh baby, I am going to make you feel like the most special person in the universe.” He promises.

Jungkook stands up and removes his clothing, leaving him naked in front of you. His muscles have no doubt grown, his waist is tiny and his thighs, god, his meaty, muscular thighs…you basically drool at the sight. How the fuck did you get this lucky? You start to feel insecure again, like maybe you aren’t good enough for him? He’s so fucking hot and you’re…you.

“Why you frowning baby?” he crawls over your body, pinning you down. “I only want to see you smile.”

“You’re so hot, Jungkook.” You say more seriously, “Maybe…”

“Don’t say something stupid.”

“It’s just…”

“Nope, don’t wanna hear it.” He leans down and pecks your lips. “You’re hotter.” He says simply and you blush. “Your beautiful lips…your eyes…your cute nose…” he kisses each body part as he talks. “Your tits.” He smirks, leaning down until he’s grabbing a handful of your breast and he takes a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the hardening bud. He releases himself from your boob and leans back up to kiss your lips.

“And your cute tummy.” He slides down your body until he’s kissing the skin of your stomach. “And fuck, your hips drive me insane.” He says gripping at them until his lips find your hip bone and he’s sucking bruises.

“And this perfect, perfect pussy.” He says, lowering himself further until his face is only an inch away from your heat. “Can I have a little taste?” he asks with his big doe eyes and you nod.

“Thank you.” And he’s slipping his tongue between your folds and tasting you. You release a long moan when he does this.

“So delicious.” He says, making his way back up your body. “Think you can take my cock right now?”

“Yes.” You practically rush to get out, “Fuck, yes.”

Jungkook slides his cock between your folds before he’s slapping his cock on your pussy.

“You really think you can take this cock?”

“Yes, Jungkook. Please.”

“My perfect girl wants me to make love to her, right?” he says more softly, “Wants to feel me inside.”

“Yes.” You moan out, “Yes!”

Suddenly, the feel of Jungkook’s length entering your body causes fire to shoot through you. Maybe you should have let him stretch you out. But the burn feels incredible. He enters you very slowly, as not to hurt you. His hands find yours and once he bottoms out he’s lifting your interlocked fingers above your head.

“My perfect girl.” He breathes out heavily, “You feel so fucking good.”

“You feel even better.” You choke out. “Amazing.”

His chest is heaving against yours, his body crushing you but you don’t care, his cock inside you has you going crazy.

“You are my favorite person.” He says as he starts slowly thrusting into you, his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy. His hips meet yours softly as he carefully grinds into you. His thrusts are so controlled it is making you lose yourself.

“And I would do anything for you.” He whispers on your lips, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He begins kissing you, his lips moving over yours slowly.

“You’re so so gorgeous.” He whines as he starts fucking you a little faster, his hips still grinding into you deliciously. Then his lips are back on yours again, his tongue very sloppily dancing with yours.

The sound of his skin slapping yours and his loud, loud moans starts to echo in your ears. You begin to release higher pitched moans in his mouth and he swallows them down happily. Jungkook pulls away from your lips to gaze into your eyes, his lips parted as he whines in pleasure.

“Ahhh baby.” He continues to stare down at you with lust filled eyes, “Feels so good.” His eyes threaten to shut in pleasure but he manages to keep them open and on you.

“No one can compare to you…” he moans, “I am so, so”

He starts thrusting faster, “So in love with you.” He brings your hands down and detangles his fingers and his hand moves to cup your jaw and he’s kissing you again, so lovingly, so passionately. His hips slap into yours quickly as he starts to lose his control of his movements as the pleasure builds up.

You reach your hand between your bodies and start massaging his balls and he whines out loud, a loud and long moan. He starts fucking faster and harder now. His pleasure building so fucking fast.

“Can you come from my cock alone? Or do you need my fingers baby?”

“Your cock, I want to cream all over it.” You moan.

“Yeah? And you want me to come inside you, right? You want to clench around me so hard, milking me dry of my cum?”

“Yes!” You scream, “I need your cum!”

“Yeah, you need this cum of mine to survive right?”

“Yes baby!”

“You need this cum?” He lifts one of your legs up over his shoulder, and leans down close to kiss you again. This angle has his dick brushing against every fucking spot that makes your toes curl.

“Come for me my love.” You beg, “I will come with you.”

“You’re the love of my life, of course you will.” He starts fucking you deeper, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. You fondle his balls some more and he’s losing it, absolutely losing it.

“Gonna fuck my cum so deep into your pussy baby. That’s okay right?” he’s breathless as his hips slam into you.

“Fucking please!” You beg, your orgasm right around the corner, you can feel it building and building. You feel your mind go hazy, like you’re drunker than you’ve ever been. The pleasure so intense as the band inside you snaps.

“Aaaahhh.” You scream out as your orgasm hits you, “Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

Jungkook looks into your eyes as he continues to thrust inside you, his own orgasm approaching as you squeeze his cock through yours. His thrusts turn sloppy as he hurries to lean down to start kissing you while he finally releases his cum. He breathes heavily into your mouth as he comes into you. His hips finally stilling when he leans back from kissing you with a dopey smile on his face.

“I love you so much.” He sighs out before slipping his cock out of you, “You always feel so amazing.” He admits between heavy breaths. “I’m so glad you were made for me and me only.”

You calm your own breaths as you come down from your high, your legs still shaking. You smile up at your boyfriend and caress his cheek lovingly.

“I’m the only one for you, right?” you ask quietly and Jungkook smiles sweetly, leaning down to peck your lips.

“Yes baby.” He smiles, “The only one for me.”

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