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mercurygguk · 2 years

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questions and doubt | jjk (m)

➵ summary; your friends manage to plant some seeds of doubt within your mind during a lunch date and it sticks with you for days until jungkook accidentally admits three magical words.

pairing; dad!jungkook x f. reader

rating; 18+

word count; 4,854

content; oc lowkey doubting her relationship with jk, fluff, angst + smut

warnings; swearing, fingering, handjob, light choking, dirty talk, unprotected sex

a/n; another dilf installment for y’all !! hope you enjoy <3 pls let me know what you think and make sure to reblog so other people can read my shitty writing lmao 🤪 also, i didn’t proof read so ignore my typos lol :))

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“Wait, he has a kid?”

“So what?” Sandra follows up Mina’s question, “you’re a stepmom now?”

Those are the first words you get in response from your friends after telling them about Jungkook. The shock on Mina and Sandra’s faces is impossible to ignore and you know you should’ve expected a reaction like this but something within you had been optimistic that they would be less judgemental and more supportive of your relationship.

“No…” You trail off in response to your friend’s question. “I don’t know? We’re just dating, that’s all.”

“But are you sure that’s gonna work out for you?” Mina then asks. “I mean, do you even like kids?”

The soft, slightly teasing chuckle she lets out rubs you the wrong way and you can’t help but frown. Mina and Sandra have never been the types to seek out marriage or having kids – they’re nearing their late 20’s and they’re still spending most nights alone or with some random guy they’ve been seeing a few times. It’s never more than a few times. The guy sticks around for a bit but eventually he ends up disappearing and no one asks questions. You’ve never been one to judge other’s love lives but your friends don’t seem to care as they shoot questions and mocking comments at you.

“God, I can’t even imagine dating someone who’s a parent,” Sandra huffs out a chuckle, “I need a lot of attention and there’s no way I’d share it with some kid I barely know.”

You sigh deeply and sneak a glance at Jiwoo. She offers you a comforting smile in return and you feel grateful. She and her fiancé have been trying for a baby lately. If anyone understands, it would be her.

“I think it’s great, ____,” she finally says, “I’m sure it’ll work out just fine if you both want it to.”

You smile in response to her words, feeling slightly better because of them.

“You know he won’t hesitate to put his kid before you, right?” Sandra butts in once again.

She doesn’t know when to stop and you can’t help but let it get to you as you turn to look at her, only to receive another comment: “You’re gonna be in a constant battle for his attention because of that kid.”

Sure, Jungkook will always put Jihoon before you but instead of finding that agitating, you respect it. If anything, you find it absolutely endearing that there’s nothing in the world more important to him than family. You admire him so much for always trying his best to find time, to prioritize spending time with his son when he easily could’ve left it all for Minji to deal with.

She gave him a choice when she found out she was pregnant and he made his choice to be a part of it because he wanted to, not because he felt forced; if that doesn't say a lot about Jungkook then you don’t know what does.

“Jungkook and I are in a good place right now,” you tell Sandra, shifting your eyes to Mina for a split second to let her know that you’re aiming your words at her as well. “I know what it means to date someone with a kid so I don’t need you two to tell me how it works, alright?”

“____, calm down,” Mina chuckles in amusement, “we’re not trying to tell you how it works. We just don’t wanna see you become too attached only to be left in the dust every time something comes up.”

You shake your head instantly, “Jungkook would never, trust me.”

A few days later your own words come back to bite you right in the butt, proving you wrong as you hold your phone to your ear, your boyfriend’s voice sounding throughout the speaker, the word ‘sorry’ being repeated over and over after he called to cancel your plans for the night.

“I’m so sorry,” Jungkook apologizes one more time despite knowing his words won’t do much to soothe the disappointment you’re feeling right now. “I know we had plans but Minji said it’s urgent and I-”

“It’s fine,” you interrupt him, trying your best to sound as accepting as possible.

Of course, it’s fine. It’s Jihoon and if it’s urgent, your plans can wait – it was just a simple date night after all.

“I’m really sorry, baby,” Jungkook tries again. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Shaking your head, you force a smile to yourself, “don’t worry about it, Kook. Rain check?”

You notice the heavy sigh that leaves him as he probably nods on the other end.

“Yeah, that’d be great,” he softly says, the guilty tone of his voice giving him away. You know he feels horrible for postponing your date like this but there’s no way you would ever ask him to choose you over his own son. Besides, you don’t want him to – Jihoon is way more important than another silly date night.

However, as Jungkook tells you he’ll call you later before hanging up, promising one more time that he’ll make it up to you, you can’t help but replay the words from Sandra and Mina.

‘You know he won’t hesitate to put his son before you, right?’

‘You’re gonna be in a constant battle for his attention because of that kid.’

Annoyance rises within you – simply because your friends might be right. You hate that you’re even thinking about their words. You should know that Jungkook would never leave you hanging. You trust him to tell you if he one day can’t seem to find space or time for you in his life alongside everything else.

But there’s still something deeply rooted within you as you slip out of the dress you had put on for tonight. You dump it onto your bed and head for the bathroom to take a shower, getting ready for a night in by yourself instead. You have to admit, having Jungkook here would definitely make things much better.

And Sandra and Mina’s words keep playing in your head over and over, reminding you that you are in fact in for a battle against Jihoon – the prize being Jungkook’s attention.

You can’t help but wonder if it’s always going to be like this from now on? You and Jungkook – struggling to make things work because he’s a father and his son will always be the number one priority for him. As much as you adore Jihoon, you would hate for him to be the reason everything falls apart in the future.

Maybe dating Jungkook wasn’t such a good idea after all? Maybe you’re not ready to be a part of a life like his? Maybe you and him aren’t supposed to be a part of each other’s lives?

All these questions of doubt roam your mind as you fall asleep on the couch, TV playing in the background and a bowl of half-eaten popcorn on the coffee table.

And it isn’t until your phone loudly rings on the coffee table the next morning that you realize you never made it to bed. A soft groan leaves you as you yawn and sit up to stretch your body, eyes struggling to open and face puffy from sleeping for hours on end. Your phone keeps ringing, the melody a piercing sound in your ears.

You grab it, glancing at the screen to see who’s calling. Jungkook’s name flashes across the screen, causing yesterday’s events to return to your conflicted mind – reminding you how you ended up sleeping on the couch, alone with thoughts running at 100 miles per hour.

And it takes all within you to ignore his call, not entirely sure how you’ll greet him if you were to pick it up right now. And then you ignore his call again an hour later, still not sure where you stand after the amount of doubt you felt last night while stuffing your face with popcorn and half paying attention to the movie on the TV.

Hours of ignoring his calls and texts turn to days, two whole days to be exact, and Jungkook is becoming anxious as he dials your number once more, picking at the slightly dry skin on his lips as he waits, listening intently as it rings.

“Pick up, please,” he mutters softly to himself, groaning when he receives the voicemail.

Why are you not answering him all of a sudden?

It’s very unlike you to not answer his calls and his texts. Especially for two whole days. Concern dwells in his entire body as he tries one more time, listening with his nerves on fire as the phone rings once again. When he gets voicemail for the 20th time within the past two days, he groans and dumps his phone onto his kitchen counter.

What if you’re ghosting him like the others did? What if you’re planning on breaking up with him? What if Jungkook was entirely wrong about you and misjudged you? What if you’re just like every other woman he’s been on a date with and nothing like what he believed you to be?

The concern and panic is too much to bear, causing Jungkook to grab his phone, car keys and jacket before heading out of his home. He’s desperate to know what’s going on and if you won’t answer him, he’ll just go to your place instead.

What if something happened to you? He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if that was the case and he didn’t go to check on you.

Once he gets there, you’re not answering the door. He knocks again and waits, tapping his foot in impatience. Just as he’s about to knock again, your neighbor pops his head out.

“Hey man,” the dark-haired guy calls, catching Jungkook’s attention. You’ve mentioned this guy before but Jungkook can’t remember his name. “She’s not home. She left for work this morning and hasn’t come back yet.”

“Oh,” Jungkook takes a step back from your door, running a hand through his hair as he sighs. “Do you know where she is then?”

Your neighbor shrugs, “no idea but my guess is she’s probably still holed up at work. She tends to do that sometimes.”

Nodding, Jungkook thanks him and turns on his heel, heading back down to his car. Thankfully, he’s picked you up at work a few times before so he knows where to go. Once he gets there, he parks his car and makes his way inside, greeting the doorman before heading up with the elevator.

When he steps out onto the 13th floor, it’s quiet. Everyone seems to have left a long time ago, the only sound being the faint tapping of someone typing on a keyboard. Jungkook heads towards the sound, finding himself making his way in the direction of your office. Once he reaches the doorway, he comes to a halt.

You haven’t noticed him yet, eyes focused on the papers in front of you and your computer screen. You’re wearing your reading glasses, hair thrown into a messy bun on top of your head and your heels are lying next to your desk, leaving you barefoot.

You look so beautiful and god, he missed you even though it’s only been two days. But the frustration from being ignored by you overrules every other emotion he feels, so he crosses his arms over his chest and clears his throat.

Surprised, you jump in your seat, clutching a hand to your chest and eyes wide in shock as you look at him.

“Oh my- Jungkook, what are you doing here?”

He shrugs, stepping inside your office and closing the door, “I could ask you the same thing.”

“I’m working,” you tell him as you resume your work, avoiding his eyes.

From the corner of your eye, you can see him taking a seat in the cushioned chair on the opposite side of your desk. He lets out a soft sigh, eyes watching you like a hawk as you continue to look at the contracts in front of you.

“It’s almost 8,” Jungkook points out.

You glance up at him, “I know.”

“Why have you been ignoring me?”

His sudden question causes your heart to skip a beat. Of course, he’d notice your lack of contact these past two days. And maybe you should’ve told him you needed a few days by yourself to collect your thoughts but doing that didn’t really cross your mind in the midst of it all. If you had told him that, he would’ve asked you to tell him what’s wrong.

And to be honest, you didn’t know and you still don’t know.

“Jungkook…”

Pain slices through your heart as he cuts you off, a tone of fear laced in his words as he speaks again, “if you’re planning on breaking up with me, please don’t drag it out.”

Despite your friends’ comments about you and Jungkook’s relationship and the doubtful thoughts you’ve had these past two days, you instantly shake your head and get up from your seat. Jungkook watches you with worried eyes as you close the distance between you and him. A soft sigh of relief escapes him as you seat yourself in his lap, hands cupping his face to make him look at you.

It feels like someone reached inside your chest and wrapped their tight grip around your heart only to start squeezing as you look at Jungkook, noticing the worry and fear in his eyes as they shift between yours. Even if your friends are right, you wouldn’t break up with Jungkook. The moment he stepped through the door to your office, you realized just how much you’ve missed him and it’s only been three days since you saw and spoke to him.

“No,” you softly tell him, “I’m not breaking up with you.”

“Then why have you been ignoring me?” He asks again.

You brush your thumbs over his soft cheeks, not sure how he’ll react once you tell him the real reason for your silent treatment. Before you can say anything, he speaks again.

“Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?”

You almost flinch at the way his voice takes on a bit of frustration, a bit of anger.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter. “It’s just…”

Jungkook’s hands wrap around your wrists, his eyes closing as he takes in the feeling of you in his lap, your thumbs caressing his cheeks, your breath clashing against his face. For two whole days he wondered if this was it, if his time with you had come to an end, if you and him would be nothing but a good memory of short-lived passion and attraction. In his heart, Jungkook knows you’re supposed to be in his life for way more than just a few months. And he’ll be damned if anything or anyone will convince you that being with him isn’t what you should be doing.

“It’s just what, ____?”

You sigh, “you know how I went out to have lunch with my friends the other day?”

He nods.

“Yeah, well, we got to talk about you and I,” you tell him, “and they said some things about us and what kind of relationship I was getting myself into because of… Jihoon. How you’d always prioritize him rather than me and that I would constantly be in a battle for your attention with him-”

“____…”

You shake your head and let your hands fall from cupping his face. Jungkook frowns as you get off his lap, taking your warmth with you. He watches as you pace the office, avoiding his eyes as you continue; “I know it’s messed up and I told them that you’d never make me feel like that but then you called and canceled the other night and their words just got to me…”

“You knew all of this when we first started seeing each other,” Jungkook lowly says and shrugs, staying seated as he leans forward. “You know he’s the most important person in my life and yes, if it got down to it right now, I would always choose him.”

“I know that,” you sigh. “That’s why I didn’t answer your calls because if I did I probably would’ve said some stuff that I don’t mean.”

Silence engulfs you and Jungkook, filling the small atmosphere of your office. You’re leaning against the wall a few feet away from him, arms crossed over your chest as you stare at the floor. Jungkook watches you, wondering if you’ve been feeling like this the entire time or if it’s just recently.

“How long have you been thinking about this?”

You glance up at him, “it never grazed my mind before my friends mentioned it.”

Your reply causes Jungkook to let out a breath of relief, the concern within him dissolving to almost nothing. For just a second, he was worried that he’d been making you feel like this ever since he first told you about Jihoon.

“I’m sorry,” you suddenly say after another beat of silence, watching with apologetic eyes as he gets up and moves closer. Jungkook’s face doesn’t show any sort of emotion as he comes to a halt in front of you. You can feel the warmth radiating off his body, engulfing you even when he’s not touching you. You lift your head to meet his eyes.

“Why are you apologizing?” He asks, voice barely above a whisper as if someone could walk in at any given moment. The office is empty – the only people left are you, Jungkook, and the doorman in the lobby.

His eyes are piercing as he stares into yours, causing a chill to run down your spine. You look down again, feeling slightly intimidated by his stare.

“I don’t want you to feel like you should choose between Jihoon and I,” you mutter, “I don’t want you to think I’m asking you to choose either because I’m not. I just want you to tell me if you one day no longer think I should be in your life.”

The words rolling off your tongue has Jungkook’s heart pausing and then cracking slightly at the edges. Just the mere thought of not having you in his life is enough to make his chest ache with a pain he hasn’t felt before.

“I’ll always want you in my life.”

Your head whips up, lips slightly parted as a response is stuck in the back of your throat. Jungkook’s face softens as he sees the hints of shock on your face. Soft touch of his thumb brushes across your cheek as he reaches up, hand cupping the side of your neck. Your arms unfolds, hands reaching for his jacket to grip the fabric as you inhale and exhale shakily.

Butterflies erupt in your chest as Jungkook leans in to leave a soft kiss on your lips, stealing the last remains of your breath away with his simple, gentle touch.

“I want you to talk to me if something is bothering you,” he tells you.

There’s a softness and vulnerability to his voice you haven’t heard before. You let out a soft sigh in defeat, feeling like you’re being too dramatic. It was never supposed to be this deep and yet here you are, asking for validation as if Jungkook’s kisses and attention isn’t enough already.

“I mean it, ____,” he pushes, tilting your head up to make you look him in the eye, “I don’t wanna lose the woman I love because she feels like I’m not choosing her.”

Of all the words he just said, only one of them in particular stands out the most and the warm, fuzzy feeling that fills your entire body brings a smile to your face. He just told you he loves you. Jeon Jungkook admitted he loves you without realizing and you can’t help but replay it in your head, loving the sound of it. Jungkook’s face twists in confusion as he watches the smile spread on your face.

“What?” He asks, slightly dumbfounded.

“You just said you love me.”

“I did?” His ears turn red in an instant, spreading to his cheeks and you can’t help but grin. You nod as he chuckles nervously, “are you sure? I don’t think-”

His words are muffled as you lean up to cut him off with a kiss, hand cupping the back of his neck to keep in place as you deepen the kiss. He sighs and melts against you, arms falling to slide around your waist, pulling you closer till your body is tightly pressed against his. His tongue slides across your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You moan softly against his mouth when his tongue touches yours, warm and wet.

Your lips stay connected as Jungkook bends to pick you up, effortlessly lifting you and wrapping your legs around his waist. Excitement floods your stomach and chest as he moves across the room and sets you down on your desk, placing himself between your spread legs. He cups your face, kissing you deeply, a million words being spoken with one kiss that has you yearning for more and more.

“I love you too,” you whisper when he pulls away, eyes shifting between yours. They speak the truth, always the truth and Jungkook can’t help but think you’re the last piece to make his life perfect in all sorts of ways. He smiles, kissing you again. Except this time it’s hungrier, urgent and impatient.

A soft moan tumbles from your mouth and into his as his hands drop to your thighs where your skirt has ridden up from when he had wrapped your legs around his waist. He squeezes the flesh of your thighs, noticing the way your skin is burning, scorching hot underneath his touch. You’re reaching for his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders to get rid of it. He removes his hands from you, helping you pull his jacket off. It falls to the floor behind him with a soft thud before he resumes his hands to your thighs. You’re already working on his belt, unbuckling it as he pushes your skirt up further until it’s hunched around your hips.

“Two days,” he groans against your lips as you push his pants down just enough to pull him out of his boxers. Your hand wraps around his already hardening length, pumping him slowly, his breath hitching in his throat the feeling. You let out a soft gasp as he reaches up, hand closing around your throat in a slightly tight grip to make you look at him. His lips are parted as he glances you over, taking in your swollen lips and hooded eyes. His breathing is shallow and ragged as he leans in again, short puffs of air brushing against your lips as he whispers; “two days I worried about whether or not you were gonna ghost me like all the other women I’ve given a chance… two days, ____. Don’t do that to me again.”

You shake your head, giving his cock a soft squeeze, “I won’t.”

“Promise me,” he growls lowly.

“I promise,” you whisper, the words for his ears only.

“Good girl.”

The words go straight to your core, a whimper leaving you as he pulls you back in for another round of hungry, desperate kisses. You welcome his mouth, moving your lips with his, tasting him and savoring every bit of it. The soft moans that leave you as he pulls your panties to the side to brush his fingers over your wet folds goes directly to his cock, making it harder and harder as you continue to pump him.

“Kook…” You softly call his name, a pleading and whimpering tone to it as he teases your clit with his thumb. “Please-”

You and Jungkook usually spends a lot of time doing foreplay before anything else but it’s been a week since you last had sex – work, ex-wife and dates with friends got in the way – and you’re both about to reach breaking point. Jungkook can tell from the way you’re arching into him, moaning against his mouth as he sinks two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out in a slow rhythm. Jungkook hisses as you brush your thumb over his leaking tip, collecting the bead of precum.

“Screw foreplay,” he groans, removing his fingers from your warmth to wrap his hand around his pulsing length. He positions his tip at your entrance, catching your lips in another kiss just as he pushes inside, earning a gasping sound from you. Your folds wrap around him, tight and warm and so fucking perfect. “Shit-”

“Oh- my god…” You sigh blissfully as he fills you to the brim, bottoming out and stilling for a second. The feeling of his length inside of you, brushing against your walls and clit has your head falling back in pure pleasure, neck exposed for him to leave kisses on it. You lean back, hands flat against the surface of your desk as he pulls out with only the tip remaining inside of you before thrusting back into you. Jungkook’s lips leave multiple kisses on your neck and jaw as he leans over you, his hips snapping into you in a steady rhythm that has you whimpering and moaning his name out loud.

Good thing people left hours ago, otherwise you never would’ve done anything like this.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he groans, loving every sound you make and the way his name rolls off your tongue in moans. You lift your head just enough to look at him, meeting his eyes. His expression causes your walls to tighten – his hooded, dark eyes and parted, swollen and rather pink lips.

“I’m close,” you gasp when he thrusts into you rather harshly, the motion causing the desk to move just an inch.

“Missed having you like this,” he moans as he feels you tighten around him, your orgasm sneaking up on you. He leaves another few kisses on your neck as one of his hands reaches up to undo a few buttons of your blouse, your black lace bra coming into view. Your nipples are stiff underneath the fabric, brushing against it and causing friction for every time Jungkook pounds into you. Your breasts bounce with every thrust, the sound of skin against skin to sinful and lewd it pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

“Mine,” Jungkook groans, “all mine… to fuck and to love.”

His words have your heart skipping a beat and the string within your abdomen tightening until it reaches breaking point.

“Oh, fuck- Jungkook!” You cry, feeling your orgasm racing towards you in a hurry, crashing into you like a tidal wave. Your body tenses as it washes through your body, reaching the very tip of your toes and fingertips, a row of whimpering moans and whines emitting from your lips.

Jungkook follows behind almost immediately, the feeling of your walls clenching around him enough to have him still within you after one last harsh thrust, a groan of pleasure escaping his lips. He coats your walls with hot, white streaks of cum, filling you with it as he keeps grinding into you to ride out your highs.

His head falls to rest upon your shoulder, ragged breaths warming the skin where your blouse is no longer covering you. It takes a moment for him to gather himself before he lifts his head again. He shoots you a lazy smile as he cups your face, leaning down to kiss you again, ever so softly this time. Without a word, he leaves kisses in different places; your cheek, your nose, your forehead and your lips again. You bask in the attention, eyes closed while the blissful tingle of your orgasm still runs through your body.

“Let’s get you out of here,” Jungkook speaks after a long moment of silence. He brushes his thumbs over your cheeks, smiling at you. “No working this late on a Monday evening.”

“Okay,” you softly reply, smiling in return.

Moments later you’re both dressed again, leaving your office hand in hand. Jungkook’s thumb is brushing the back of your hand as you stand next to him in the elevator, head resting on his shoulder, eyes closed as you enjoy the comfortable silence. The doorman tells you goodbye as you pass him. If he knows what you’ve been doing upstairs, he doesn’t show it, the polite smile on his face covering it up.

“He knows what we did,” you tell Jungkook, looking mortified as he opens the passenger door to his car.

“He does not know,” Jungkook rolls his eyes playfully.

“I swear – he does,” you squint your eyes as you glance at the entrance to your office building over Jungkook’s shoulder. “I can tell.”

“Hey,” Jungkook calls, catching your attention again. You look at him with questioning eyes only to receive a smile. “I love you.”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach once again, a smile that matches Jungkook’s spreading across your face, “I love you too.”

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mercurygguk · 1 year

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tdi; one year · forever to go | jjk (m) – pt. 1

➵ summary; jungkook plans a getaway for your 1-year-anniversary and you couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate.

pairing; dad!jungkook x f. reader

rating; 18+

word count; 4,326

content; established relationship au, smut/fluff

warnings; making out, fingering, hand job (for like two seconds), dirty talk, unprotected hot tub sex, cringey flirting

a/n; this is part 1 out of 2 of the anniversary drabble for our beloved tdi couple <3 i hope you enjoy this until i’ve finished the other part! i was too excited to share it so i decided to split it jdjdsk enjoy!!

ps. please don’t be a silent reader! feel free to tell me your thoughts on this drabble, like and reblog, shout in the tags or send me an ask, anything is greatly appreciated! thank you <3

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Mina [3:08 pm]: Hey, I convinced her to go home early. She’s on her way ;) Have fun, kids!

Jungkook lets out a nervous sigh, shaking his head at himself.

There is absolutely no reason to be nervous. It’s just you, his girlfriend of one year. He shouldn’t be nervous when it comes to you at this point. He’s been spending the greater part of his days with you throughout the past year, gotten to know you in all ways possible; your bad habits, your cute habits, your pet peeves, your soft spots and weaknesses, your strengths – everything.

He quickly sends Mina a reply, thanking her for her help ever since he started planning this surprise. He had reached out to her when you and his 1-year-anniversary got closer. He wasn’t sure you’d like what he had in mind so he thought, why not ask your best friend?

Mina had been thrilled by Jungkook’s idea, telling him it was the perfect way to celebrate a whole year of love, gushing about it for hours straight while Jungkook mapped out the itinerary of the surprise to her. Mina’s support and excitement had pushed him to plan it out to a full extent. All he needed from Mina was her help to pack a bag for you and get you home early because he knows that Fridays are the usual ‘working late’ days for you. He never understood why but didn’t ask too many questions. He simply accepted the fact that you enjoy the peace and calm of the office after everyone has left for the weekend.

Jungkook, on the other hand, has finally learned how to leave work early on Fridays – especially after he met you. Before he ‘only’ had Jihoon to get home to every other week but now he has you too. Two people waiting for him, two people waiting for his company, his presence, his attention. And in the end, he’d rather give it to the two of you rather than the stacks of paper at work.

Hopefully you’ll learn it one day too.

While waiting for your arrival, Jungkook dials up Minji. He can’t help but feel like he’s prioritizing you over his son, the feeling heavy in his chest as Minji picks up, the sound of Jihoon’s blabbering in the background.

“Hey, what’s up?” Minji greets him, sounding out of breath.

Jungkook’s eyebrows pull together on his forehead, “you okay?”

Minji chuckles on the other end, “oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just your son making me run to catch a pretty expensive vase before it fell to the floor.”

“Oh,” Jungkook huffs out a short laugh as she mentions Jihoon as Jungkook’s son only, “I hope he won’t cause you too much trouble this weekend. I’m really sorry–”

Jungkook genuinely felt bad when he dropped Jihoon off at Minji’s place last night. Mainly because it was his turn to have Jihoon for the weekend and he hasn’t missed a single weekend since he and Minji got divorced. But also because Minji deserves some time to herself – she is the mother after all. She has carried a way heavier load than Jungkook ever since Jihoon was born and having their shared son every other weekend is the bare minimum he can do for her. But here he is, forcing her to sacrifice her alone-time so he can spend a whole weekend with his girlfriend.

“Oh, please,” Minji scoffs, cutting him off, “you deserve a break, Jungkook. Give yourself some credit, will you? Besides, it’s your 1-year-anniversary! You have to celebrate. In fact, I’d be very disappointed if you didn’t.”

The hints of a smile spreads across Jungkook’s lips at her words. The unexpected support from his ex-wife is surprising to say the least but welcomed nevertheless. When he first started dating you, never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined Minji to be happy for him. And as if that isn’t enough, his relationship with you has affected his relationship with Minji too – it’s almost as if there was an invisible fog of tension, guilt, and blame hanging above him and his ex but it has vanished over time ever since you came into his life.

Must be your positive aura.

“Thank you, Minji,” he tells her, expressing his genuine gratitude through the speaker. “For… well, everything, I guess.”

“____ really made you soft, you know?” She teases, causing Jungkook to let out a slightly embarrassed laugh. “But you’re welcome. Now, go pack your bag if you haven’t already. I believe your girlfriend is right around the corner, no?”

Jungkook smirks, “yeah, she is. Thank you again. I’ll let you know when we’re on our way back. Tell Jihoon I said hi.”

With that, he hangs up just as the sound of his front door opening reaches his ears. A rush of excitement runs through his entire body when he hears your voice, calling his name. Less than a minute later, you come into view, eyes wide and filled with concern as you rush towards him.

“Hey, you okay?” You greet him, seeming rather distracted by your concern to reciprocate the short kiss Jungkook places on your lips. “Mina said something about an emergency, so I rushed out of there, probably ran a red light too, I don’t know–”

Jungkook can’t help but laugh at your rambling, eyes taking in your slightly frazzled appearance. It isn’t until his laughter reaches your ears you realize that he’s fine, not a scratch in sight. Jungkook is smirking at you in amusement when realization dawns upon you. You groan softly when he raises a questioning eyebrow at you.

“I’m gonna kill her,” you grumble to yourself, stepping away from your boyfriend to get rid of your coat.

“Don’t,” Jungkook tells you, “it’s my fault. I asked her to lie.”

You stare at him in confusion, “why?”

Before he can answer, you ask him another question; “also, why are there packed bags by the front door?”

Jungkook’s cheeks are hurting from how much he’s been smiling since you stepped into his apartment. However, it seems the happiness will stay visible on his face for the rest of the weekend.

“Because we’re going on a trip,” he announces, stepping closer to you. Curiosity fills your eyes as his arms slide around your waist to pull you against him. “You know what this weekend is.”

You giggle softly as his face inches closer to yours, “do I?”

Jungkook hums and nods, nose bumping against yours as his breath brushes your lips.

“I’m not sure,” you grimace, a playful glint in your eyes. God, he loves it when your eyes give you away. “Care to remind me?”

Jungkook closes the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours in a lasting kiss, one that makes his heart grow in size when your arms snake around his neck to keep him in place. A soft sigh leaves the both of you as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss, tongue brushing your bottom lip. You allow him inside, a delicate moan tumbling into his mouth as your tongues meet. He kisses you passionately, hand coming up to cup your face, calloused thumb brushing over your cheekbone.

You’re left slightly breathless when he pulls away, leaving a few soft pecks against your now slightly swollen lips, a smirk on his face; “I believe it’s been one year of doing that.”

A surprised gasp escapes your lips when Jungkook turns onto the road leading up to the destination. Jungkook’s lawyer and friend, Namjoon, owns a beach house a few hours from the city. It’s a pale blue wooden beach house, lifted up on a hill with a view of the ocean. The details, windows and fence around the veranda is painted white, some of the paint slightly chipped due to the cold weather. Namjoon doesn’t usually use it during fall and winter and was happy to lend it to Jungkook when he had asked one day while eating lunch together.

“Jungkook, this is amazing,” you’re gaping at the beach house, eyes wide as you take in the scene in front of you. The afternoon fall sun is setting into the ocean, creating a faded and cold blue sky mixed with hints of orange. Jungkook smiles to himself as he parks the car and unbuckles himself to get out of the car. A moment later he’s opening the passenger door for you. You unbuckle yourself and take Jungkook’s hand, stepping out of his car, eyes still locked on the house.

It seems it’s safe to say this surprise is already a success.

“Here,” Jungkook catches your attention, handing you a key. He nods towards the beach house with a small smirk, silently telling you to go inside while he gets the bags from the trunk. You quickly peck his lips, barely giving him any time to register the small action before you excitedly run up the steps leading to the front porch of the beach house. Jungkook watches with an amused grin on his face, chuckling to himself.

“This place is insane,” you boast when Jungkook joins you inside. “How did you manage to find it?”

“A friend of mine owns it. I asked if I could borrow it for the weekend.”

Jungkook places the bags down by the front door, looking around the beach house belonging to his friend. Namjoon’s wife definitely has a sense for decorating – the expensive furniture and plants blend in nicely with the rest of the vibe of the beach house. Spending summer here must be a dream – the thought of lounging around in the hammock on the open veranda while watching the ocean waves reach the shore causes a warm feeling to flow through Jungkook’s body.

The feeling of your body pressing against his brings him back from daydreaming. You’re smiling up at him, gratitude evident in your eyes as they meet his own. Jungkook feels his heart skip a beat at the sight.

“You didn’t have to arrange all of this,” you tell him softly, “I would’ve been more than satisfied spending a whole day being a couch potato.”

Jungkook laughs softly at that, wrapping his arms around you to hug you to his chest.

“You deserve a break from the city,” he tells you, lips brushing your forehead. “Besides, I want you all to myself for the weekend. No distractions, no interruptions – just you and me. Is that okay?”

You nod instantly, leaning on your tippy toes to reach his lips, giving him a soft kiss, “it’s more than okay.”

“Good.”

Jungkook smiles against your lips, kissing you again. He just can’t help it – not when he has all the time in the world for the weekend and no one around to stop him. He knows when you go back on Sunday, this blissful fantasy world will be over with and responsibilities will be back to demand his attention.

This weekend, nothing will hold him back from doing what he wants. And right now, he wants you to join him in the hot tub on the veranda.

“I hope Mina packed a bikini for you,” Jungkook says as he steps away from you to grab the bags, bringing them with him to the bedroom. You furrow your eyebrows as you follow behind. He dumps the bags on top of the bed, flashing you a soft smirk.

“I’m not going swimming when it’s barely 10 degrees outside, Kook,” you pointedly tell him, looking rather nervous to say the least. You eye him skeptically, silently asking him if that is what he has in mind. Although it would be fun to see you try and get into the freezing ocean for a quick dip, that wasn’t exactly what he had in mind.

“Don’t worry,” he laughs, “we’re just going in the hot tub.”

“Oh, thank god–” relief washes over your face, shoulders falling from their tense state, “there’s a hot tub?”

Jungkook hums and unzips his bag. He pulls out a pair of black swimming trunks and is about to leave the bedroom. Before leaving the room, he stops in front of you to grab your face in one hand and connects his lips with yours in a soft, rather quick kiss.

“Meet me out there in five,” he tells you, voice low and breathy. He gives you another kiss before he disappears into the bathroom across the hallway.

A small, excited squeal leaves your lips as you scurry over to your bag, looking through it to find the bikini Mina hopefully packed for you. Once you find it, your face twists into a scowl. You hold up the white two-piece set, staring at it. You should’ve known she would pack the skimpiest one you have. You haven’t worn this bikini for years due to the very little fabric of it. It’s not the most appropriate bikini to wear when going to the beach where there are families and elder people. It’s great, however, for a girl’s trip to an island where most tourists are adults without children.

Hell, Mina was the one who convinced you to buy this exact bikini and she knows you never use it for the exact reason stated above.

A realization hits you suddenly, causing you to rummage through your bag once more. You let out a soft whine of frustration as you realize that your best friend has packed not just one but three sets of sexy lingerie that you still have yet to use since they’re all rather new in your wardrobe. You pull a black set out of your bag, fingers brushing over the lace details of it as you look at it for a solid minute. The more you look at it and picture yourself in it, the more you realize that packing these sets probably wasn't the worst thing she could’ve done. With a small smirk, you stuff the black lingerie back into your bag for later before grabbing the bikini and slipping into the ensuite bathroom.

Five minutes later you’re stepping onto the patio, wearing a robe due to the cold weather. The sky is quickly turning darker, the patio is lit up by lamps and Jungkook even managed to light up some floor lanterns while you were changing. Awe is evident on your face as you step closer to the hot tub, smiling at your boyfriend as he sits inside of it, bubbling water surrounding him.

“Looks nice,” you tell him, the hints of a smirk on your lips. “Got room for one more?”

He grins at you, motioning for you to get in. He watches you undo the robe, noticing the way your skin becomes covered by goosebumps as a breeze of cold fall wind hits your body. You shudder, completely oblivious to the way Jungkook’s eyes roam your body from head to toe and back up again – he hasn’t seen you in this bikini before. It barely covers you up but he can’t bring himself to care, too focused on the way your nipples harden underneath the white fabric.

“Why does it have to be so c-cold?” You mutter as you take the hand he’s offering you as you begin to enter the hot tub.

Once inside the hot tub, you seat yourself in the warm water, a blissful sigh leaving you as heat engulfs your entire body. Jungkook tugs you closer, hating how much distance there is between you. You smile when you feel him tug at your hand, willingly scooting closer to him but it’s not enough. He wants you closer.

“Kook,” you softly mutter when he brings you onto his lap, a leg on either side of him, your face just a few inches away from his. He hums, eyes shifting between your eyes and your lips as his hands slide from your thighs and around to your ass. “There’s lots of room in here, you know?”

He nods, “yeah, what about it?”

You can’t help but laugh softly, the sound causing Jungkook’s heart to skip a beat in his chest. He smiles, watching you as he moves his hands up the expanse of your back, fingertips reaching the tied strings of your bikini top. You eye him with a warning look as he starts playing with the strings. You raise one eyebrow when he pulls one of them, undoing the knot.

“Oops,” he smirks softly, his breath brushing your lips.

“I don’t think your friend will appreciate having naked people in his hot tub,” you whisper.

Jungkook can feel you leaning in closer as if there’s a magnet pulling you in. Your hands are sliding up the expanse of his chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake as your lips softly brush his. The fabric of his swimming trunks are starting to get tighter the more the want for one another grows. He’s convinced you can feel how hard he is despite the fact that you show no signs of it.

“What he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”

Jungkook’s mouth clashes against yours, a gasping moan leaving you as he pulls you closer, chest against chest. His tongue slips past your lips, wet and warm against yours, hungry and desperate. Your nails dig into the skin of his chest as you grind down on him, his bulge growing harder by the second.

His fingertips undo the other knot of strings in your neck, allowing your bikini top to fall. Jungkook grabs the white fabric and throws it onto the patio floor, lips never once leaving yours as his hand returns to your chest, cupping a breast and squeezing it. He earns a whiny moan from you, a sound he knows as pleading.

“Always so responsive,” he rasps as he pulls away, lips trailing kisses onto your jawline and neck. You tilt your head, allowing him more space to shower you in kisses. You bite into your bottom lip as you feel his fingers pinch your nipple, his other hand gripping your thigh tightly.

“Kook…” You whimper, mouth searching for his.

“So beautiful and needy just for me,” he whispers before connecting his lips to yours again.

“Please-” You plead between kisses, hips grinding down, core pushing against his hardened cock. “Want you…”

Jungkook swears under his breath, hands falling to grip your hips tightly under the water. He helps you grind against him, the water forcing you to move slowly rather than quickly. Your arms slide around his neck, a surprised gasp tumbling from your mouth and into Jungkook’s as he pulls your bikini bottoms to the side, fingers finding your heat. He strokes your slit, thumb moving in circles on your clit. You whimper against his lips when he sinks a finger inside, curling it deliciously against your g-spot.

“Fuck,” you swear under your breath, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Jungkook leaves kisses against your shoulder and neck as he adds another finger, pumping them in and out of your warmth. “Feels good, Kook… don’t stop-”

“Don’t worry, baby,” he smiles against the skin of your shoulder, “you’ll be begging me to stop by the end of this weekend.”

“Oh, god,” you whine, his words causing your walls to tighten around his fingers.

Jungkook smirks to himself as he picks up the pace of his hand, working you closer to your first orgasm of this getaway. His smirk falters when you start grinding down on his hand, desperate and needy for his fingers, eager to finish. His jaw falls open as he watches you as you sit back, hands tightly gripping onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. The sight alone has Jungkook’s cock twitching in his trunks, the fabric tighter than ever before. As much as he wants to see you lose yourself on his fingers, he can’t hold it any longer. He needs to be inside of you, buried deeply between your warm walls.

“Fuck, baby, hold on-” his voice is raspy as he removes his fingers from you, the empty feeling causing you to whine in frustration. You watch him with hooded eyes, lips parted as heavy ragged breaths escape. His arm slides around your waist to lift you up just a bit, allowing him space to push his trunks down. His cock stands tall and hard with a red, angry tip under the water, twitching as it waits to be engulfed by your pussy.

When Jungkook looks up at you, his breath hitches in his throat – the sight of your hair in a messy bun, swollen lips, and hooded eyes – all of it mixed together and creating the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. His face softens for a short moment, his feelings worn on the outside of his body as he stares at you. He can’t help himself as he reaches up with his free hand, grabbing you by the nape of your neck to pull you in for a kiss; a deep, heart-achingly needy kiss.

“Ride me,” the words are breathy against your lips as he leaves another kiss on them, his arm tightening around your waist. You moan against his mouth, hands cupping his face in case he even thinks about pulling away. “Please, ____” he pleads.

One of your hands disappears under the water, a hiss leaving Jungkook's lips as he feels it wrap around his length, pumping him up and down before you lift yourself up, guiding his tip closer to your entrance. He’s panting beneath you, chest rising and falling in anticipation as he waits to be engulfed by your warmth.

“Fuck–” you both swear and moan in unison as you sink down on him, walls swallowing and sucking him in deeply. Your hands are tightly gripping onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“Oh my god,” you whimper as you feel his cock fill you to the brim. Jungkook’s breath brushes your forehead, his lips leaving kisses as you let your head rest against them, eyes closing for a moment as you stay still in his lap, trying to get used to his length.

It’s different in water but in the best way possible.

“You gotta move, baby,” he breathlessly tells you, his hands sliding up your thighs to your hips. You nod, lifting your head to peck his lips softly. He smiles at you, eyes meeting yours as you look at him. “If you don’t, I’ll come within the next minute.”

“I know,” you squeak, sliding your arms around his neck to get closer to him. “Just needed a second.”

Jungkook groans quietly under his breath as you start moving, hips grinding down on him in slow rhythm. He guides your hips, helping you pick up speed, the pace growing faster, more eager.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it–“

You’re letting whimpering moans fall from your parted lips as you work your hips on his cock, grinding and riding him until you’re spent, breathing heavily trying to catch your breath in between moans and whines of Jungkook’s name. The sounds you make are like sweet music to his ears, like angels from above and yet so sinful it would earn both of you a spot in hell.

“I’m c-close,” you cry as one of Jungkook’s hands come up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. You whimper against his lips, speaking between kisses. “Wanna come, Kook.. please make me come.”

The way you plead him to help you reach your high has Jungkook swearing underneath his breath, his other hand letting go of your hip to reach for your clit, thumb pressing down on the bundle of nerves causing you to gasp against his mouth.

“Oh god- Jungkook!”

His name leaves you in a high pitched moan as your orgasm washes over you in an instant, body tensing in his lap as it rushes through you, reaching your toes and fingertips. Jungkook groans as he feels your walls tighten around him, the sensation enough to make Jungkook orgasm too.

“Fuck, _____–“

With a low guttural moan of your name, his thighs tense underneath you, hands back to gripping onto your hips tightly as his orgasm overtakes his body, his cock spurting out hot white cum inside of you, painting your walls with it.

Jungkook’s head lulls back to rest on the headrest of the hot tub, his chest heaving in heavy breaths, air leaving his mouth and turning into frosty fog in the cold winter air. Your forehead lands on his collarbone as your breathing slowly returns to normal.

“I can see the stars from here,” Jungkook quietly says after a beat of silence. You lift your head to look at him, watching as a smile spreads across his face. It’s contagious as it causes a smile to spread on your face too as you watch his big brown eyes looking up at the evening sky above. You lean in and softly kiss his jaw, causing him to focus his gaze back on you. “Or did I just have the best orgasm of my life and began seeing stars after?”

You can’t help but let out a laugh.

Jungkook grins widely as you look up, trying to decipher whether it’s all in his head or if he can actually see the stars. You spot the stars, bright and beautiful on the dark, almost black sky.

The sight is beautiful and rare to you – when you live in the city, you never see the stars unless you go to a rooftop of some skyscraper.

“You’re looking at the actual real stars,” you tell him with a fond smile as you return your gaze to him. He smiles warmly at you, his eyes glinting with his own personal stars as he looks at you, stares at you.

“I’m looking at the brightest star right now,” he then says.

You can’t help but roll your eyes as you feel your cheeks heat up, “what a flirt.”

“Only for you, baby.”

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