jjeongkii

[jjeongkii]

only you, always you — part two.

woaaah finally did a part 2 of this. sorry if it’s kinda messy i genuinely was stuck and didn’t know what to do at some part, but i hope you will like it as much as part 1. if you haven’t read part one, please do :)

bsfbrother!jk x reader

genre — smut, friends to lovers (for real this time), slight angst

summary — after the party you threw, the walls between you and jungkook slowly start to crumble, his relationship makes things messy and doubt yourself if this just some one time thing or not. but maybe it’s worth fighting still, as you both navigate the chaos, and then finally something, a new beginning.

warnings — smut, explicit sexual content, slight degradation, verbal tension, strong language, rough sex, safe sex (condom use), oral sex, teasing, some grabbing & grinding, aftercare.

word count — 2,808

note — tbh nothing to say, just be smart and don’t be like them!! ^^

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or was he?

the morning felt like a wreck, a good one. jungkook woke up and looked over at you, still sleeping. he couldn’t help but admire you, the way you slept so peacefully, like a literal angel. he gently pushed a strand of your hair away.

until— buzz buzz buzz

his phone was vibrating. he swore he turned it off last night. he wanted to ignore it, but it kept going… and going… until finally, he checked. his jaw clenched, fingers tightening around the phone like he was about to snap it in half.

his “girlfriend” blowing up his phone like it was the last day on earth

10:22am

where the fuck are you?

jungkook, fucking answer me.

why do you have your location off? turn it on.

hello? why are you ignoring my texts?

jungkook couldn’t help but roll his eyes at every text. that right there was exactly why he wanted to dump her ass. he could’ve done it right here, right now. but it was complicated.

he put his phone on dnd and ignored every text. dropped it face down and went back to what actually mattered.

you.

you woke up a little groggy and a bit sore. rubbing your eyes, you looked around, then saw jungkook.

a small smile tugged at your lips.

“morning.”

jungkook looked back at you. “morning.” but his tone was off.

you could tell something had happened. “is everything okay? you look… off.”

jungkook waved his hand. “don’t worry about it. it’s nothing.”

but you knew something was going on.

you raised your eyebrows, eyes narrowing a bit. “nothing? are you sure? because that nothing is telling me a lot.” your tone was firm, but still gentle. all you wanted was the truth.

after some time, jungkook was in the kitchen, just grabbing a cup of water. then you came in, arms crossed, voice cracking a little.

“what if i’m just some sex to you?”

jungkook’s eyes widened. did he even hear that right? “wait, what? god… fuck, no. what makes you think like that?”

“then end it with her. today.” your voice was trembling, but fierce. “if you don’t like her, then why the fuck are you still with her? i don’t want to be some other side hoe. or act like i’m some fucking whore who just fucked someone’s boyfriend.”

jungkook was at his place, pacing back and forth in his room until he heard the door slam open. no knocking, no nothing. and it was none other than his sister, your bestest friend.

“you really got some nerves on you, don’t you?” she snapped as she slammed the door shut.

jungkook didn’t even flinch. he just sat down on the edge of his bed, exhausted from everything that happened. his hair was a mess, jaw locked, leg bouncing. he looked like a fucking mess, and he was.

“now’s not the time, sis,” he muttered.

“no. it is the time, jungkook,” she hissed. “you really fucked my best friend and act like nothing happened?”

“what? i’m not pretending it didn’t happen,” he snapped, standing up fast — too fast that he almost tripped. “i haven’t stopped thinking a second about what happened ever since i woke up.”

“and you’re telling me you’re still with that bitch of a girlfriend of yours?” she shot back, stepping a little closer. “you literally had fucking sex and here is your ‘girlfriend’ blowing up your phone like some crazy bitch.”

jungkook just stayed silent. no words. just. silence.

“plus, you don’t even like her anymore, you stopped liking her months ago and you’re still with her? and now you’ve dragged my best friend into this shit.”

“you think i don’t fucking know that?” his voice rose, full volume. “you think i don’t hate myself for this mess? every second of it? i didn’t even mean any of this to fucking happen, okay?”

“so what now, huh?” her hands flew up. “it’s just some big misunderstanding? that you accidentally fucked and slept with, i told you to stay away from.”

“don’t fucking say that, for fuck’s sake.” his chest was rising and falling fast now. “she isn’t some mistake i made at a party, okay? she’s not some one-time thing, and she will never be. i know she’s your best friend, but in this moment she isn’t your best friend, she’s mine. she’s been mine since the first time she fucking looked at me.”

the room fell silent. but jungkook kept going, dragging his hand through his hair, breathing heavily. “i know i fucked up. i fucking know i’m an idiot, i know. but if you think i don’t care about her—”

“i— i know you care,” she cut in, her voice quieter now but still sharp. “that’s the thing. we both know you love her. and she knows too. that’s why it hurts.”

jungkook didn’t say anything. he just stood there, hands balled into fists at his sides, sweat dripping down his temple. he looked like he could explode any second.

she crossed her arms and exhaled. “you think this is easy for me? ___ is my best friend. i’ve seen her cry over you more times than i can count, even before she admitted she loved you. you can’t fuck this up.”

“i don’t wanna screw this up.. i never wanted to,” he said quieter now. “but i felt like i did..”

his sister walked over slowly. she was still tense, mad, but there was love in her eyes. “then fix it. today. as fast as possible. if you really want this, you’ll do it.”

he looked at her finally. looked at her and nodded. “i promise. i will.”

she rolled her eyes and suddenly smacked him upside the head, not hard, but enough to make him blink.

“ow— what the— what the fuck was that for?”

“for being a dumbass and a dickhead.” she pulled him into a hug, resting her head on his shoulder. “don’t make her regret choosing you. i know how badly she feels about you.”

jungkook hugged her back. “i won’t.”

jungkook finally had the courage to do this. and he’s for real doing it. he isn’t nervous or scared. but finally built up to end it, when he should’ve ended it months ago.

he didn’t knock, just walked in since the door was unlocked (dumb bitch). she looked up from the couch, eyes narrowed like she’d been waiting to explode like a bomb.

“where the hell have you been?”

jungkook didn’t answer right away. he looked at her, and for the first time, felt nothing. then he spoke, calm and low.

“we’re done.”

she blinked like he just insulted her whole bloodline, then laughed bitterly. “pardon?”

“i should’ve ended this shit months ago. i don’t love u anymore. i just didn’t know how to say it without feeling like the bad guy.”

she stood up, arms crossed. “oh, so now you’re the victim? because of that bitch?”

jungkook met her gaze dead on.

“don’t call her that. but because of me, i deserve better than some fake ass bitch who makes me feel dead.”

he stepped back toward the door, his fingers tightening on the handle. “don’t contact me ever. we’re done. this is over.”

before she could even scream, throw a fit, anything, he walked out. no turning around. no regrets. he finally feels free.

and he’s finally done. for real this time.

now it’s late at night. you’re just sitting on the couch watching a movie when you hear a knock on the door, and you know it’s him. your heart drops.

you get up and open the door. there he is—his hair messy, his hoodie lifted up a little, and he’s breathing heavy like he just ran a whole ass marathon.

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” you scoff, shaking your head.

he takes a deep breath before speaking, “can i come in?”

you roll your eyes and say, “maybe. did you come here to break me like last night or to fix it?” but you still let him inside.

he thanks you and walks in. he doesn’t come close, doesn’t touch you, he just stares.

“did you?” you ask.

jungkook nods. just before you speak again, he says, “i ended it. it’s done, over. i know i should’ve done it months ago… but i was a fucking dumbass.”

you’re still angry, hurt, but relieved by it.

“you know you really had me thinking i was just some sex thing.”

“fuck no. no, just no. you think i could breathe that night?”

you look away for a second before speaking,

“you think i’m supposed to feel like some special queen after months and months of watching you pretend to love someone else?”

jungkook clenches his jaw. jeez, sometimes he just wants to shake you to make you understand.

“i never loved her, idiot. i loved you. i always fucking loved you. what don’t you understand?”

you start to walk away, but jungkook stops you. he grabs your wrist to hold you back. you freeze, your heart racing. you try to shove him, but he doesn’t move.

then his hand doesn’t move to your face. instead, it slides down your waist, teasing just beneath the hem of your shirt, pulling you flush against him, skin warming skin. you swallow hard.

then his lips crash onto yours. it’s not sweet. it’s rough, hard, and desperate like he didn’t just fucking eat you out yesterday. he bites your bottom lip gently before pulling back just enough to look at you.

“you think i’d just let you walk away like that, easy?” his voice is teasing, low, and a little breathless. “you’re mine.”

he said it like a fucking claim. like he’d branded you, like the whole world needed to know.

you couldn’t even breathe before his lips were back on yours again, rough, deeper this time.

his hands were already on your waist, squeezing you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

“you drive me fucking insane,” he muttered into your mouth, teeth dragging on your bottom lip before he sucked it between his. “do you even realise what you do to me?”

you didn’t answer, you couldn’t. his mouth devoured yours again before you had the chance.

one of his hands slid under your shirt, the touch making your stomach jump, warm and slow.

he palmed your sides, dragging your shirt with it until he tugged it off over your head without breaking the kiss.

you gasped into his mouth when his fingers toyed with the waistband of your shorts, teasing but not giving in just yet.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, and god, he looked pissed, not at you, but at how badly he fucking wanted you.

“you think i didn’t want you when i was with her?” he muttered, eyes dark as they raked down your chest.

“i’ve been losing my mind. every time you walked into a room, in those tight outfits, like you didn’t know how hard i was biting my tongue not to fucking take you right there.”

he didn’t give you time to speak again, lips crashing back to yours as his fingers slipped into the waistband of your jeans and panties at once, pulling them down slowly, knuckles brushing against the heat between your legs on purpose.

“fuck,” he groaned, “you’re already wet.”

you tried to push his hoodie up, needing more of him, needing all of him. “take it off,” you whispered against his mouth.

“bossy now?” he smirked but obeyed, hoodie off in one motion, shirt with it. his chest heaved, abs tense as he stared down at you like he wanted to ruin you.

he reached behind you, unclasped your bra in one smooth move like he knew your body inside out. then he stepped back, eyes dragging over every inch of your bare skin like it was the last thing he’d ever see.

his hands cupped your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples, and he groaned so deep you felt it in your core. “you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to do this.”

his mouth was on your chest next, licking, sucking, biting, not sweet or slow but starved.

he kissed lower, down your stomach, then pushed you gently back until the back of your knees hit the couch.

“sit.”

you obeyed. he kneeled in front of you like a man possessed, spreading your legs without a single ounce of hesitation.

his mouth was already on you before you could even react, tongue flat as he licked one long, slow stripe up your folds before sucking your clit into his mouth like he needed it.

“shit— jungkook…” you gasped, one hand tangled in his hair, the other gripping the edge of the couch.

he groaned against you, eyes rolling back like he’d been waiting his whole life for this moment.

“taste even better than i fucking remember,” he muttered between licks. “you like that? you want my tongue deeper, baby?”

you nodded frantically, moaning as he pushed his tongue inside you, slow at first, then fast, before going back to sucking your clit like he was getting high off your sounds.

“god, you’re so sensitive,” he murmured against your pussy. “could make you come just like this again, huh? make a mess on my tongue.”

you moaned his name, needy, breathless, completely undone.

but just when you were about to lose it, he pulled back. you whined, looking down at him, his lips glistening, eyes dark with lust as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“stand up.”

you stood up, a little confused, you obeyed. he turned you around fast and bent you over the arm of the couch, your chest pressed against the cushion.

“you don’t get to come until i’m inside you,” he growled, grinding his hips against your ass.

“not after the shit you said to me. you think you’re just sex? fuck no. i’m gonna show you what the fuck you mean to me.”

you felt him reach into his pocket, heard the sharp tear of the condom wrapper, and then the hard press of his cock against you. “you ready, baby?”

you whimpered, nodding. “please…”

he pushed in slowly, stretching you open inch by inch until he bottomed out with a deep, broken moan. “fuck,” he groaned, gripping your hips tighter. “you feel so good. you were made for me.”

he started moving, slow and hard at first, deep enough to make you cry out. then he picked up the pace, fucking with purpose, not just for pleasure, like he needed to prove something.

“you feel that? no one else gets to have this.”

his hand snaked under you, fingers rubbing your clit hard, matching every thrust. your legs shook, your mouth open, curses spilling out uncontrollably.

he leaned forward, body flush against your back, fucking you deeper now. his voice was low, breathless against your neck.

“i fucking love you. you get that? i love you.”

you could barely breathe, trembling on the edge with each harsh snap of his hips. “come for me,” he growled. “come on my cock. let me feel it.”

and you did. you came hard, legs trembling, gasping his name like it was the only word you knew.

he came right after you—deep, guttural moans tearing from his throat as he spilled into the condom, gripping your hips so tight it probably bruised.

he didn’t pull right out. just leaned his forehead against your back, breathing heavy. then he kissed your spine, soft this time. slow. reverent.

“you’re not some side thing,” he whispered, still inside you. “you’re everything.”

his breathing was still heavy, chest rising and falling against your back as he slowly pulled out, careful now, no rush. his hands didn’t leave your hips, steadying you as your legs shook from the intensity.

he shifted beside you on the couch, pulling you into his arms without a word. his touch was softer now, fingers tracing lazy circles on your bare skin. you leaned into him, heart still pounding, the heat between you replaced by a warm, tender ache.

“you’re mine,” he whispered again, voice low but certain. “no more pretending, no more waiting. you’re mine.”

you looked up at him, eyes shining. “and you’re mine,” you breathed back.

he smiled, that rare, genuine one that melted every piece of doubt in your chest. his hands cradled your face, thumb brushing over your cheek like he was memorizing every detail.

“for real this time,” he said, voice full of promise. “no one else. just you.”

you nodded, your lips curving into a smile of relief and happiness. you were his. finally. and he was yours. wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside faded away.

this was your moment. your start. your forever.

[jjeongkii]

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part two of the only you, always you it’ll prob be posted late at night or tomorrow evening 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️

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only you, always you. — Jungkook one shot

finally posted something. now that i’m on summer break, i’ll try my best and post more often :) anyways i hope you’ll enjoy!!

bsfbrother!jk x reader

genre — smut, slight angst, friends to lovers.

summary — you’ve been close with your best friends brother, jungkook. maybe, too close. he’s five years older, dangerously hot, but unfortunately taken. but when you thrown a summer party and finally push his button too many times to the point, that he finally shows just how long he’s been waiting to make you his.

warnings — smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, fingering, oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, possessive behavior, jealousy, slight angst, praise kink, orgasm denial, creampie (removed condom), messy emotions, slight degradation, slight overstimulation, cheating, biting, soft aftercare

word count — 2,443

note — don’t be like them in real life, please.. be smart ^^

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you moved out of your home country to korea at a young age. while living in korea, you found a best friend. ever since then, you two have been friends for so long that you know her parents very well, they treat you like their own.

but what caught your attention the most was your best friend’s brother: jungkook. you two also became close friends, despite your five-year age gap. you’re 22, while jungkook is 27. but that didn’t stop you two from being friends.

jungkook, during his life, dated some girls, and you had your own experiences too. but no one has ever made jungkook get out of your head. the most gorgeous, handsome man you’ve ever known. right now, he’s in a “serious” relationship with someone… but no one really likes his girlfriend. not even jungkook himself.

on a summer day, you decided to host a party at your place, and you came visit your best friend, to invite her,and her brother, jungkook. you guessed she would be home. as you walked up to her house, you knocked on the door, expecting her to open it.

but surprise, surprise.

it was jungkook. he was shirtless, his abs, tattoos, and muscles all on display, wearing just a pair of shorts. he always looks so goddamn good, you just wanna devour him right here and now. even though you’ve seen this side of him so many times, it always hits the same.

“well damn, look who decided to show off today. tryna impress someone?” you teased, arching an eyebrow as you looked him up and down.

jungkook just laughed, leaning against the doorframe. “maybe i am, maybe i’m not. why, enjoying the view?”

you scoffed, not surprised by his cocky ass. “oh, please. don’t get ahead of yourself. anyways, i came here to tell you about the party I’m host—”

but jungkook cut you off, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “wait, you? hosting a party? alright, alright. continue.”

“yeah, as i was saying, party. my place. tomorrow night. bring your sister too. and don’t bring your girlfriend, or whatever.”

jungkook just laughed. he wasn’t even planning on bringing her, he wanted you, and for you to have all of his attention.

fast forward. it was the day of the party. you were getting ready, slipping into a long silk dress with a little slit. it was basic, but sexy. your hair was straightened, makeup natural but still popping, and now for the best part, waiting for everyone… or more like waiting for him.

jungkook, on the other hand, wore a button-up shirt that showed off his sleeve tattoo, paired with black jeans. hair nicely done. he was ready, ready for the party, and especially for you.

everyone was showing up one by one, and you were welcoming each person that came. until finally,  jungkook walked in with his sister. she immediately spotted a group of friends she recognized and slipped away.

you arched a brow, arms crossed, but your eyes sparkled with a challenge.

“look who showed up. thought you’d never come,” you said with a small chuckle.

jungkook just looked at you, like he was trying to memorize you, before replying, “why wouldn’t i? i wouldn’t miss a party, would i?”

the party was going good. everyone was having fun, talking, laughing, all that stuff. some were already drunk, but not too drunk. people were snacking, dancing, vibing. everything was flowing, and everyone was just having a good time.

but you noticed.

jungkook, whenever he had the chance, was looking at you. admiring you. watching your every move. you could feel his eyes trail over you every time you laughed or leaned a little too close to someone. you saw it in his face, the slight clench of his jaw whenever you talked to another guy, like he was ready to knock him out on the spot.

finally, you walked up to him, voice low, teasing, dropping into a whisper, “you’ve been staring at me a lot. maybe all the time.”

jungkook didn’t even try to deny it. you were like a painting, a beautiful one, and the kind that was only ever meant to be his. “yeah,” he said, eyes dark. “can’t help it.”

you sat on one of the stools, leaning back behind the counter with a smirk tugging at your lips.

“you can never take your eyes off me, can you?”

jungkook leaned in closer, voice dropping, low and thick, dripping with want. “oh, believe me, that’s not the only thing i can take off.”

you smirked at jungkook’s cocky little comment, typical him. always saying shit like that and leaving you like it’s nothing, like he didn’t just drop a nuclear bomb between your thighs.

“that’s bold of you to say,” you muttered, sipping your drink. “pretty confident for someone who’s still stuck with that girlfriend of yours.”

and that, that hits him. you see it instantly: the flicker in his eyes, the way his jaw tensed.

“well, she’s not here… is she?” he shot back, his tone sharp, like you just cursed him out. “i didn’t bring her for a reason, and not because you told me to.”

“oh really? and what’s the other reason?” you leaned forward, your dress shifting just enough to show a little more thigh. you knew exactly what you were doing, and you were loving every second of it.

his gaze dropped, just for a split second, but you caught it. of course you did.

“for you,” he said, not even flinching. “i didn’t want to share my attention.”

before you could respond, some guy you barely knew stumbled up to you, clearly drunk down to the bones, and very clearly aiming for something. “why hello…” he slurred, standing way too close. “you look stunning tonight…”

you didn’t even have time to blink before jungkook stepped in, like he was the fucking flash or something. he slid between you and the drunk guy, his stare dangerous, like he was genuinely about to throw him off the planet.

“sorry to burst your bubble, dude, but she’s busy. now fuck off,” jungkook said. his voice was calm, but laced with something dark. possessive.

the guy scoffed, muttered something under his breath, then walked away. jungkook didn’t even look back, just turned to you like nothing happened.

“come with me. now.”

he didn’t ask. he said it. firm. commanding.

and for some reason, maybe it was the tone, the look in his eyes, the way your stomach flipped, you followed. through the hallway, past people, through the soft thump of bass and the echo of laughter. he pulled you into a room. not yours. not a guest room. just some random room no one gave a shit about.

door closed. silence.

“jungkook—” you started.

but he was already walking toward you. slow. deliberate. eyes burning.

“you think i haven’t noticed?” he said. “the way you look at me. the way you talk… everything you do. you want me to fucking lose it, don’t you?”

you licked your lips, holding his stare. “and what if i do?”

his smirk deepened, voice dropping an octave. hungry. heavy. “then you’re about to get everything you’ve been teasing me for.”

jungkook didn’t wait, not even for a second. 

one step closer, and your back was hitting the wall. his hands gripped your waist tight, not hard, but like he was finally claiming what he should’ve had all along. his lips crashed against yours like a starving man.

and maybe he had been.

and you? you kissed him back like it was the only thing keeping you alive. fingers tangled in his hair, tugging when he groaned into your mouth, tongue sliding against yours. it was messy. desperate. fucking hungry.

“you don’t know what you do to me,” he growled against your lips, voice thick with lust and frustration. “every time i see you, talk to you… fuck. this’ll sound so wrong but even when i’m with her… it’s you in my head. always.”

your breath caught. “you’re still with her,” you said, not because you cared. not right now. but because you wanted to hear him admit it.

he pressed his forehead to yours, breath hot, body flush against yours. “that relationship’s been dead. you really think i look at her like this? touch her like this?”

his hand grabbed your thigh, pulled it up around his waist, grinding into you.

you felt everything.

you bit your lip, heat pooling low in your stomach. “then why haven’t you left her?

“because i was a dumbass,” he spat, lips tracing down your jaw. “because i was too busy pretending i didn’t fucking want you. but not anymore.”

one hand slid up your dress, fingers trailing along your inner thigh. you gasped, arching into him.

“you wore this for me, didn’t you?” he murmured, pulling the silky fabric up around your hips. “shit… you’re already wet.”

he slipped two fingers into your panties, groaning when he felt how soaked you were. “damn, baby… this for me?”

you let out a breathy moan, nodding, barely able to form words. “all for you. always.”

“not her,” he muttered, slipping one finger in. “never her. just you.”

your head hit the wall, hand flying to his shoulder for support as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, slow but deep, like he was learning every inch of you.

you whimpered, breath shaky, legs trembling. “fuck… more…”

he didn’t hesitate. a second finger joined, and his mouth was back on yours, swallowing your moans and whimpers, biting your lower lip, breathing into you like you were oxygen.

you were grinding into his hand now, lost in the way he touched you like he owned you.

and he already was owning you.

“you don’t know how long i’ve wanted this,” he groaned. “wanted to fuck you senseless. show you. show you how much better i can be. how she never mattered.”

and you believed it. because no one, literally no one, touches you like this when they’re thinking of someone else, even when they’re in a relationship.

his fingers curled inside you just right, your back arching, nails digging into his shoulder.

“come for me,” he whispered against your lips. “and then… i’m fucking you for real.”

your legs were shaking, barely holding you up, and jungkook? he wasn’t letting you go, not when you were clenching around his fingers like that, dripping and breathless, body pressed up against the wall like you were meant to be there.

“jungkook…” you whimpered, voice soft and broken, “please…”

he pulled his fingers out slowly, letting your slick trail down his hand. then he brought them to his lips and licked them clean, eyes locked on yours.

“you taste like fucking heaven.”

and then he grabbed your wrist, dragging you down the hallway. you both completely forgot about the party; all that mattered was this. you barely made it into your room before he was all over you again, lips cursing yours, hands yanking your dress over your head, mouth already moving down your neck, chest, stomach.

“i’m done. no more waiting,” he grumbled. “no more pretending. you’re not just some girl i want, you’re the one i’ve been fucking dreaming about. even when i was with her.”

your panties were still so soaked, sticking to your skin, and jungkook didn’t hesitate, he dropped to his knees like he was on a mission.

“lay back for me.”

you did, your legs spread, head thrown back, and then fuck…

his mouth. his tongue.

jungkook ate you out like it was his last meal on earth, moaning against your core like the taste of you was the best thing he’d ever had. his tongue swirled around your clit, slow and teasing, before sucking it into his mouth and driving you absolutely insane.

you were gasping, fingers tangled in his hair, hips grinding against his face, but he held you still, arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping you right where he wanted.

“such a pretty pussy,” he murmured. “so fucking sweet, and all mine.”

your orgasm hit hard, sharp and sudden, thighs trembling around his head, back arching, body convulsing as he licked you through it,not stopping until you were a whimpering mess.

then he was up, stripping fast. shirt? gone, flown off. pants, boxers? off. tattoos and abs on full display. his cock slapped against his stomach, thick and hard, and fuck, you wanted it. badly.

“condom?” he asked, breath ragged.

“first drawer,” you gasped, still dizzy from how hard you came just now.

he rolled it on fast and climbed over you, guiding his tip to your entrance. he looked into your eyes, voice low.

“this isn’t just a fuck,” he said. “you know that, right?”

you nodded, pulling him in. “then show me.”

and oh, he did.

jungkook slid into you slow, letting you feel every inch, every stretch, every deep inch of him until he was fully buried inside you.

“fuck..” he hissed, jaw clenched. “you feel so good. so tight.”

he started to move, hips rolling slow at first, grinding deep, making sure you felt every damn thrust. his hand found your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“i’ve never wanted anyone like this before,” he said, voice thick. “it’s always been you. only you can make me lose my fucking mind like this.”

your moans grew louder, shameless, broken, needy. you placed your legs over his shoulders, pulling him close, desperate for more, craving every inch.

he gave it to you.

harder, deeper, faster. the bed creaked beneath you, his skin slapping against yours, sweat dripping. his hands roamed your waist, neck, thigh, everywhere.

“say it, baby,” he grunted, fucking into you like he was trying to ruin you (because he was). “tell me you want this.”

“i want… this,” you cried. “i want you… jungkook… i— fuck, just you.”

“that’s right,” he growled, pounding into you. “just you. not anyone else. only you.”

you came again, hard, screaming his name, clawing at his back, walls clenching around him, so tight he couldn’t hold back any longer.

he yanked out hard, ripping the condom off with rough fingers like it was nothing. still breathing heavy, he jerked himself off fast, spilling hot over your skin.

his voice was ragged, moaning your name like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

for a second, neither of you moved, just breathing, catching up, hearts racing.

then he grabbed a tissue, cleaned you up, kissed your forehead, and laid beside you, pulling you into his arms like nothing else mattered.

and maybe it didn’t.

because finally. finally. he wasn’t just yours in your head.

he was really yours now.

[jjeongkii]

i miss bts 🙁

[jjeongkii]

Every inch of you — Jungkook one shot

dom!jk x reader

summary — he doesn’t just fuck you, but also claims you. hard, rough and possessive. after a little night out in that dress making you reminds you exactly who you belong to.

warning — smut , unprotected sex , mirror sex , oral (f) , rough sex , possessive behavior , dirty talk , choking (light) , praise & degradation , creampie.

word count — 574

the second the apartment door shut, he had you pinned against it, mouth crashing into yours like he’d been dying to taste you all night. his hands were everywhere — gripping your waist, pulling your dress up, grabbing your ass like he needed proof you were real.

“you wore this little dress on purpose, didn’t you?” he growled against your lips, breath hot and ragged. “let every guy at that club stare at what’s fucking mine.”

you barely managed to nod before he spun you around, fingers yanking your panties down with no hesitation. they dropped to the floor, and he didn’t even give you time to step out of them — he just knelt, spread your legs, and devoured you from behind.

tongue deep, lips sucking your clit, groaning into you like you were his favorite meal.

“you taste like sin,” he muttered, licking you again. “like you were made to sit on my face.”

you whimpered, forehead against the door, hands bracing yourself as he fucked you with his tongue. his grip on your thighs was bruising, his mouth relentless.

but then he stopped. Abruptly.

“come here,” he demanded, standing up and hauling you toward the bedroom. “i want you to see exactly what I do to you.”

you barely had time to catch your breath before he dragged you in front of the full-length mirror and spun you to face it. his hands slid around your waist from behind, hiking your dress up again as his cock pressed against your ass—thick, hard, twitching for you.

“look, baby,” he whispered against your neck, licking a stripe up your throat. “look at what you do to me.”

you met his eyes in the reflection—his pupils blown, hair messy, chest rising with each breath. you looked wrecked, and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.

“hands on the mirror.”

you obeyed, palms flat on the cold glass, and moaned when he dragged his cock through your folds, smearing your slick and his spit all over.

“fuck, you’re soaked,” he groaned. “this pussy’s just begging for me.”

and then he slammed into you—one brutal thrust that knocked a cry out of your throat. his grip on your waist tightened as he started moving, deep and rough, every stroke shaking your body against the mirror.

“look at you,” he growled. “look how you take it. how you bounce on my cock like it’s the only thing you need.”

your eyes locked on the reflection: the way your mouth hung open, how your ass met his every thrust, how completely owned you looked.

his hand slid up, wrapping gently around your throat as he leaned in closer. “this is mine. All of it. And I want you to fucking watch while I ruin it.”

he reached around, fingers finding your clit, rubbing hard and fast.

“come for me, baby. I want to see what it looks like when this pretty little body falls apart.”

you came with a scream, legs trembling, vision going blurry—but you didn’t look away. you watched it all: the way your body shook, the way his jaw clenched, and the way he spilled inside you seconds later with a deep, guttural moan.

he stayed there, buried in you, breathing heavy against your shoulder.

then, softly—so different from the way he fucked you—he kissed the side of your neck and whispered:

“next time you wear that dress, baby, I’m fucking you against this mirror first.”

[jjeongkii]

only you, always you. — Jungkook one shot

finally posted something. now that i’m on summer break, i’ll try my best and post more often :) anyways i hope you’ll enjoy!!

bsfbrother!jk x reader

genre — smut, slight angst, friends to lovers.

summary — you’ve been close with your best friends brother, jungkook. maybe, too close. he’s five years older, dangerously hot, but unfortunately taken. but when you thrown a summer party and finally push his button too many times to the point, that he finally shows just how long he’s been waiting to make you his.

warnings — smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, fingering, oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, possessive behavior, jealousy, slight angst, praise kink, orgasm denial, creampie (removed condom), messy emotions, slight degradation, slight overstimulation, cheating, biting, soft aftercare

word count — 2,443

note — don’t be like them in real life, please.. be smart ^^

masterlist

you moved out of your home country to korea at a young age. while living in korea, you found a best friend. ever since then, you two have been friends for so long that you know her parents very well, they treat you like their own.

but what caught your attention the most was your best friend’s brother: jungkook. you two also became close friends, despite your five-year age gap. you’re 22, while jungkook is 27. but that didn’t stop you two from being friends.

jungkook, during his life, dated some girls, and you had your own experiences too. but no one has ever made jungkook get out of your head. the most gorgeous, handsome man you’ve ever known. right now, he’s in a “serious” relationship with someone… but no one really likes his girlfriend. not even jungkook himself.

on a summer day, you decided to host a party at your place, and you came visit your best friend, to invite her,and her brother, jungkook. you guessed she would be home. as you walked up to her house, you knocked on the door, expecting her to open it.

but surprise, surprise.

it was jungkook. he was shirtless, his abs, tattoos, and muscles all on display, wearing just a pair of shorts. he always looks so goddamn good, you just wanna devour him right here and now. even though you’ve seen this side of him so many times, it always hits the same.

“well damn, look who decided to show off today. tryna impress someone?” you teased, arching an eyebrow as you looked him up and down.

jungkook just laughed, leaning against the doorframe. “maybe i am, maybe i’m not. why, enjoying the view?”

you scoffed, not surprised by his cocky ass. “oh, please. don’t get ahead of yourself. anyways, i came here to tell you about the party I’m host—”

but jungkook cut you off, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “wait, you? hosting a party? alright, alright. continue.”

“yeah, as i was saying, party. my place. tomorrow night. bring your sister too. and don’t bring your girlfriend, or whatever.”

jungkook just laughed. he wasn’t even planning on bringing her, he wanted you, and for you to have all of his attention.

fast forward. it was the day of the party. you were getting ready, slipping into a long silk dress with a little slit. it was basic, but sexy. your hair was straightened, makeup natural but still popping, and now for the best part, waiting for everyone… or more like waiting for him.

jungkook, on the other hand, wore a button-up shirt that showed off his sleeve tattoo, paired with black jeans. hair nicely done. he was ready, ready for the party, and especially for you.

everyone was showing up one by one, and you were welcoming each person that came. until finally,  jungkook walked in with his sister. she immediately spotted a group of friends she recognized and slipped away.

you arched a brow, arms crossed, but your eyes sparkled with a challenge.

“look who showed up. thought you’d never come,” you said with a small chuckle.

jungkook just looked at you, like he was trying to memorize you, before replying, “why wouldn’t i? i wouldn’t miss a party, would i?”

the party was going good. everyone was having fun, talking, laughing, all that stuff. some were already drunk, but not too drunk. people were snacking, dancing, vibing. everything was flowing, and everyone was just having a good time.

but you noticed.

jungkook, whenever he had the chance, was looking at you. admiring you. watching your every move. you could feel his eyes trail over you every time you laughed or leaned a little too close to someone. you saw it in his face, the slight clench of his jaw whenever you talked to another guy, like he was ready to knock him out on the spot.

finally, you walked up to him, voice low, teasing, dropping into a whisper, “you’ve been staring at me a lot. maybe all the time.”

jungkook didn’t even try to deny it. you were like a painting, a beautiful one, and the kind that was only ever meant to be his. “yeah,” he said, eyes dark. “can’t help it.”

you sat on one of the stools, leaning back behind the counter with a smirk tugging at your lips.

“you can never take your eyes off me, can you?”

jungkook leaned in closer, voice dropping, low and thick, dripping with want. “oh, believe me, that’s not the only thing i can take off.”

you smirked at jungkook’s cocky little comment, typical him. always saying shit like that and leaving you like it’s nothing, like he didn’t just drop a nuclear bomb between your thighs.

“that’s bold of you to say,” you muttered, sipping your drink. “pretty confident for someone who’s still stuck with that girlfriend of yours.”

and that, that hits him. you see it instantly: the flicker in his eyes, the way his jaw tensed.

“well, she’s not here… is she?” he shot back, his tone sharp, like you just cursed him out. “i didn’t bring her for a reason, and not because you told me to.”

“oh really? and what’s the other reason?” you leaned forward, your dress shifting just enough to show a little more thigh. you knew exactly what you were doing, and you were loving every second of it.

his gaze dropped, just for a split second, but you caught it. of course you did.

“for you,” he said, not even flinching. “i didn’t want to share my attention.”

before you could respond, some guy you barely knew stumbled up to you, clearly drunk down to the bones, and very clearly aiming for something. “why hello…” he slurred, standing way too close. “you look stunning tonight…”

you didn’t even have time to blink before jungkook stepped in, like he was the fucking flash or something. he slid between you and the drunk guy, his stare dangerous, like he was genuinely about to throw him off the planet.

“sorry to burst your bubble, dude, but she’s busy. now fuck off,” jungkook said. his voice was calm, but laced with something dark. possessive.

the guy scoffed, muttered something under his breath, then walked away. jungkook didn’t even look back, just turned to you like nothing happened.

“come with me. now.”

he didn’t ask. he said it. firm. commanding.

and for some reason, maybe it was the tone, the look in his eyes, the way your stomach flipped, you followed. through the hallway, past people, through the soft thump of bass and the echo of laughter. he pulled you into a room. not yours. not a guest room. just some random room no one gave a shit about.

door closed. silence.

“jungkook—” you started.

but he was already walking toward you. slow. deliberate. eyes burning.

“you think i haven’t noticed?” he said. “the way you look at me. the way you talk… everything you do. you want me to fucking lose it, don’t you?”

you licked your lips, holding his stare. “and what if i do?”

his smirk deepened, voice dropping an octave. hungry. heavy. “then you’re about to get everything you’ve been teasing me for.”

jungkook didn’t wait, not even for a second. 

one step closer, and your back was hitting the wall. his hands gripped your waist tight, not hard, but like he was finally claiming what he should’ve had all along. his lips crashed against yours like a starving man.

and maybe he had been.

and you? you kissed him back like it was the only thing keeping you alive. fingers tangled in his hair, tugging when he groaned into your mouth, tongue sliding against yours. it was messy. desperate. fucking hungry.

“you don’t know what you do to me,” he growled against your lips, voice thick with lust and frustration. “every time i see you, talk to you… fuck. this’ll sound so wrong but even when i’m with her… it’s you in my head. always.”

your breath caught. “you’re still with her,” you said, not because you cared. not right now. but because you wanted to hear him admit it.

he pressed his forehead to yours, breath hot, body flush against yours. “that relationship’s been dead. you really think i look at her like this? touch her like this?”

his hand grabbed your thigh, pulled it up around his waist, grinding into you.

you felt everything.

you bit your lip, heat pooling low in your stomach. “then why haven’t you left her?

“because i was a dumbass,” he spat, lips tracing down your jaw. “because i was too busy pretending i didn’t fucking want you. but not anymore.”

one hand slid up your dress, fingers trailing along your inner thigh. you gasped, arching into him.

“you wore this for me, didn’t you?” he murmured, pulling the silky fabric up around your hips. “shit… you’re already wet.”

he slipped two fingers into your panties, groaning when he felt how soaked you were. “damn, baby… this for me?”

you let out a breathy moan, nodding, barely able to form words. “all for you. always.”

“not her,” he muttered, slipping one finger in. “never her. just you.”

your head hit the wall, hand flying to his shoulder for support as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, slow but deep, like he was learning every inch of you.

you whimpered, breath shaky, legs trembling. “fuck… more…”

he didn’t hesitate. a second finger joined, and his mouth was back on yours, swallowing your moans and whimpers, biting your lower lip, breathing into you like you were oxygen.

you were grinding into his hand now, lost in the way he touched you like he owned you.

and he already was owning you.

“you don’t know how long i’ve wanted this,” he groaned. “wanted to fuck you senseless. show you. show you how much better i can be. how she never mattered.”

and you believed it. because no one, literally no one, touches you like this when they’re thinking of someone else, even when they’re in a relationship.

his fingers curled inside you just right, your back arching, nails digging into his shoulder.

“come for me,” he whispered against your lips. “and then… i’m fucking you for real.”

your legs were shaking, barely holding you up, and jungkook? he wasn’t letting you go, not when you were clenching around his fingers like that, dripping and breathless, body pressed up against the wall like you were meant to be there.

“jungkook…” you whimpered, voice soft and broken, “please…”

he pulled his fingers out slowly, letting your slick trail down his hand. then he brought them to his lips and licked them clean, eyes locked on yours.

“you taste like fucking heaven.”

and then he grabbed your wrist, dragging you down the hallway. you both completely forgot about the party; all that mattered was this. you barely made it into your room before he was all over you again, lips cursing yours, hands yanking your dress over your head, mouth already moving down your neck, chest, stomach.

“i’m done. no more waiting,” he grumbled. “no more pretending. you’re not just some girl i want, you’re the one i’ve been fucking dreaming about. even when i was with her.”

your panties were still so soaked, sticking to your skin, and jungkook didn’t hesitate, he dropped to his knees like he was on a mission.

“lay back for me.”

you did, your legs spread, head thrown back, and then fuck…

his mouth. his tongue.

jungkook ate you out like it was his last meal on earth, moaning against your core like the taste of you was the best thing he’d ever had. his tongue swirled around your clit, slow and teasing, before sucking it into his mouth and driving you absolutely insane.

you were gasping, fingers tangled in his hair, hips grinding against his face, but he held you still, arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping you right where he wanted.

“such a pretty pussy,” he murmured. “so fucking sweet, and all mine.”

your orgasm hit hard, sharp and sudden, thighs trembling around his head, back arching, body convulsing as he licked you through it,not stopping until you were a whimpering mess.

then he was up, stripping fast. shirt? gone, flown off. pants, boxers? off. tattoos and abs on full display. his cock slapped against his stomach, thick and hard, and fuck, you wanted it. badly.

“condom?” he asked, breath ragged.

“first drawer,” you gasped, still dizzy from how hard you came just now.

he rolled it on fast and climbed over you, guiding his tip to your entrance. he looked into your eyes, voice low.

“this isn’t just a fuck,” he said. “you know that, right?”

you nodded, pulling him in. “then show me.”

and oh, he did.

jungkook slid into you slow, letting you feel every inch, every stretch, every deep inch of him until he was fully buried inside you.

“fuck..” he hissed, jaw clenched. “you feel so good. so tight.”

he started to move, hips rolling slow at first, grinding deep, making sure you felt every damn thrust. his hand found your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“i’ve never wanted anyone like this before,” he said, voice thick. “it’s always been you. only you can make me lose my fucking mind like this.”

your moans grew louder, shameless, broken, needy. you placed your legs over his shoulders, pulling him close, desperate for more, craving every inch.

he gave it to you.

harder, deeper, faster. the bed creaked beneath you, his skin slapping against yours, sweat dripping. his hands roamed your waist, neck, thigh, everywhere.

“say it, baby,” he grunted, fucking into you like he was trying to ruin you (because he was). “tell me you want this.”

“i want… this,” you cried. “i want you… jungkook… i— fuck, just you.”

“that’s right,” he growled, pounding into you. “just you. not anyone else. only you.”

you came again, hard, screaming his name, clawing at his back, walls clenching around him, so tight he couldn’t hold back any longer.

he yanked out hard, ripping the condom off with rough fingers like it was nothing. still breathing heavy, he jerked himself off fast, spilling hot over your skin.

his voice was ragged, moaning your name like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

for a second, neither of you moved, just breathing, catching up, hearts racing.

then he grabbed a tissue, cleaned you up, kissed your forehead, and laid beside you, pulling you into his arms like nothing else mattered.

and maybe it didn’t.

because finally. finally. he wasn’t just yours in your head.

he was really yours now.

[jjeongkii]

only you, always you. — part one.

finally posted something. now that i’m on summer break, i’ll try my best and post more often :) anyways i hope you’ll enjoy!!

bsfbrother!jk x reader

genre — smut, slight angst, friends to lovers.

summary — you’ve been close with your best friends brother, jungkook. maybe, too close. he’s five years older, dangerously hot, but unfortunately taken. but when you thrown a summer party and finally push his button too many times to the point, that he finally shows just how long he’s been waiting to make you his.

warnings — smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, fingering, oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, possessive behavior, jealousy, slight angst, praise kink, orgasm denial, creampie (removed condom), messy emotions, slight degradation, slight overstimulation, cheating, biting, soft aftercare

word count — 2,443

note — don’t be like them in real life, please.. be smart ^^

masterlist

you moved out of your home country to korea at a young age. while living in korea, you found a best friend. ever since then, you two have been friends for so long that you know her parents very well, they treat you like their own.

but what caught your attention the most was your best friend’s brother: jungkook. you two also became close friends, despite your five-year age gap. you’re 22, while jungkook is 27. but that didn’t stop you two from being friends.

jungkook, during his life, dated some girls, and you had your own experiences too. but no one has ever made jungkook get out of your head. the most gorgeous, handsome man you’ve ever known. right now, he’s in a “serious” relationship with someone… but no one really likes his girlfriend. not even jungkook himself.

on a summer day, you decided to host a party at your place, and you came visit your best friend, to invite her,and her brother, jungkook. you guessed she would be home. as you walked up to her house, you knocked on the door, expecting her to open it.

but surprise, surprise.

it was jungkook. he was shirtless, his abs, tattoos, and muscles all on display, wearing just a pair of shorts. he always looks so goddamn good, you just wanna devour him right here and now. even though you’ve seen this side of him so many times, it always hits the same.

“well damn, look who decided to show off today. tryna impress someone?” you teased, arching an eyebrow as you looked him up and down.

jungkook just laughed, leaning against the doorframe. “maybe i am, maybe i’m not. why, enjoying the view?”

you scoffed, not surprised by his cocky ass. “oh, please. don’t get ahead of yourself. anyways, i came here to tell you about the party I’m host—”

but jungkook cut you off, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “wait, you? hosting a party? alright, alright. continue.”

“yeah, as i was saying, party. my place. tomorrow night. bring your sister too. and don’t bring your girlfriend, or whatever.”

jungkook just laughed. he wasn’t even planning on bringing her, he wanted you, and for you to have all of his attention.

fast forward. it was the day of the party. you were getting ready, slipping into a long silk dress with a little slit. it was basic, but sexy. your hair was straightened, makeup natural but still popping, and now for the best part, waiting for everyone… or more like waiting for him.

jungkook, on the other hand, wore a button-up shirt that showed off his sleeve tattoo, paired with black jeans. hair nicely done. he was ready, ready for the party, and especially for you.

everyone was showing up one by one, and you were welcoming each person that came. until finally,  jungkook walked in with his sister. she immediately spotted a group of friends she recognized and slipped away.

you arched a brow, arms crossed, but your eyes sparkled with a challenge.

“look who showed up. thought you’d never come,” you said with a small chuckle.

jungkook just looked at you, like he was trying to memorize you, before replying, “why wouldn’t i? i wouldn’t miss a party, would i?”

the party was going good. everyone was having fun, talking, laughing, all that stuff. some were already drunk, but not too drunk. people were snacking, dancing, vibing. everything was flowing, and everyone was just having a good time.

but you noticed.

jungkook, whenever he had the chance, was looking at you. admiring you. watching your every move. you could feel his eyes trail over you every time you laughed or leaned a little too close to someone. you saw it in his face, the slight clench of his jaw whenever you talked to another guy, like he was ready to knock him out on the spot.

finally, you walked up to him, voice low, teasing, dropping into a whisper, “you’ve been staring at me a lot. maybe all the time.”

jungkook didn’t even try to deny it. you were like a painting, a beautiful one, and the kind that was only ever meant to be his. “yeah,” he said, eyes dark. “can’t help it.”

you sat on one of the stools, leaning back behind the counter with a smirk tugging at your lips.

“you can never take your eyes off me, can you?”

jungkook leaned in closer, voice dropping, low and thick, dripping with want. “oh, believe me, that’s not the only thing i can take off.”

you smirked at jungkook’s cocky little comment, typical him. always saying shit like that and leaving you like it’s nothing, like he didn’t just drop a nuclear bomb between your thighs.

“that’s bold of you to say,” you muttered, sipping your drink. “pretty confident for someone who’s still stuck with that girlfriend of yours.”

and that, that hits him. you see it instantly: the flicker in his eyes, the way his jaw tensed.

“well, she’s not here… is she?” he shot back, his tone sharp, like you just cursed him out. “i didn’t bring her for a reason, and not because you told me to.”

“oh really? and what’s the other reason?” you leaned forward, your dress shifting just enough to show a little more thigh. you knew exactly what you were doing, and you were loving every second of it.

his gaze dropped, just for a split second, but you caught it. of course you did.

“for you,” he said, not even flinching. “i didn’t want to share my attention.”

before you could respond, some guy you barely knew stumbled up to you, clearly drunk down to the bones, and very clearly aiming for something. “why hello…” he slurred, standing way too close. “you look stunning tonight…”

you didn’t even have time to blink before jungkook stepped in, like he was the fucking flash or something. he slid between you and the drunk guy, his stare dangerous, like he was genuinely about to throw him off the planet.

“sorry to burst your bubble, dude, but she’s busy. now fuck off,” jungkook said. his voice was calm, but laced with something dark. possessive.

the guy scoffed, muttered something under his breath, then walked away. jungkook didn’t even look back, just turned to you like nothing happened.

“come with me. now.”

he didn’t ask. he said it. firm. commanding.

and for some reason, maybe it was the tone, the look in his eyes, the way your stomach flipped, you followed. through the hallway, past people, through the soft thump of bass and the echo of laughter. he pulled you into a room. not yours. not a guest room. just some random room no one gave a shit about.

door closed. silence.

“jungkook—” you started.

but he was already walking toward you. slow. deliberate. eyes burning.

“you think i haven’t noticed?” he said. “the way you look at me. the way you talk… everything you do. you want me to fucking lose it, don’t you?”

you licked your lips, holding his stare. “and what if i do?”

his smirk deepened, voice dropping an octave. hungry. heavy. “then you’re about to get everything you’ve been teasing me for.”

jungkook didn’t wait, not even for a second. 

one step closer, and your back was hitting the wall. his hands gripped your waist tight, not hard, but like he was finally claiming what he should’ve had all along. his lips crashed against yours like a starving man.

and maybe he had been.

and you? you kissed him back like it was the only thing keeping you alive. fingers tangled in his hair, tugging when he groaned into your mouth, tongue sliding against yours. it was messy. desperate. fucking hungry.

“you don’t know what you do to me,” he growled against your lips, voice thick with lust and frustration. “every time i see you, talk to you… fuck. this’ll sound so wrong but even when i’m with her… it’s you in my head. always.”

your breath caught. “you’re still with her,” you said, not because you cared. not right now. but because you wanted to hear him admit it.

he pressed his forehead to yours, breath hot, body flush against yours. “that relationship’s been dead. you really think i look at her like this? touch her like this?”

his hand grabbed your thigh, pulled it up around his waist, grinding into you.

you felt everything.

you bit your lip, heat pooling low in your stomach. “then why haven’t you left her?

“because i was a dumbass,” he spat, lips tracing down your jaw. “because i was too busy pretending i didn’t fucking want you. but not anymore.”

one hand slid up your dress, fingers trailing along your inner thigh. you gasped, arching into him.

“you wore this for me, didn’t you?” he murmured, pulling the silky fabric up around your hips. “shit… you’re already wet.”

he slipped two fingers into your panties, groaning when he felt how soaked you were. “damn, baby… this for me?”

you let out a breathy moan, nodding, barely able to form words. “all for you. always.”

“not her,” he muttered, slipping one finger in. “never her. just you.”

your head hit the wall, hand flying to his shoulder for support as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, slow but deep, like he was learning every inch of you.

you whimpered, breath shaky, legs trembling. “fuck… more…”

he didn’t hesitate. a second finger joined, and his mouth was back on yours, swallowing your moans and whimpers, biting your lower lip, breathing into you like you were oxygen.

you were grinding into his hand now, lost in the way he touched you like he owned you.

and he already was owning you.

“you don’t know how long i’ve wanted this,” he groaned. “wanted to fuck you senseless. show you. show you how much better i can be. how she never mattered.”

and you believed it. because no one, literally no one, touches you like this when they’re thinking of someone else, even when they’re in a relationship.

his fingers curled inside you just right, your back arching, nails digging into his shoulder.

“come for me,” he whispered against your lips. “and then… i’m fucking you for real.”

your legs were shaking, barely holding you up, and jungkook? he wasn’t letting you go, not when you were clenching around his fingers like that, dripping and breathless, body pressed up against the wall like you were meant to be there.

“jungkook…” you whimpered, voice soft and broken, “please…”

he pulled his fingers out slowly, letting your slick trail down his hand. then he brought them to his lips and licked them clean, eyes locked on yours.

“you taste like fucking heaven.”

and then he grabbed your wrist, dragging you down the hallway. you both completely forgot about the party; all that mattered was this. you barely made it into your room before he was all over you again, lips cursing yours, hands yanking your dress over your head, mouth already moving down your neck, chest, stomach.

“i’m done. no more waiting,” he grumbled. “no more pretending. you’re not just some girl i want, you’re the one i’ve been fucking dreaming about. even when i was with her.”

your panties were still so soaked, sticking to your skin, and jungkook didn’t hesitate, he dropped to his knees like he was on a mission.

“lay back for me.”

you did, your legs spread, head thrown back, and then fuck…

his mouth. his tongue.

jungkook ate you out like it was his last meal on earth, moaning against your core like the taste of you was the best thing he’d ever had. his tongue swirled around your clit, slow and teasing, before sucking it into his mouth and driving you absolutely insane.

you were gasping, fingers tangled in his hair, hips grinding against his face, but he held you still, arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping you right where he wanted.

“such a pretty pussy,” he murmured. “so fucking sweet, and all mine.”

your orgasm hit hard, sharp and sudden, thighs trembling around his head, back arching, body convulsing as he licked you through it,not stopping until you were a whimpering mess.

then he was up, stripping fast. shirt? gone, flown off. pants, boxers? off. tattoos and abs on full display. his cock slapped against his stomach, thick and hard, and fuck, you wanted it. badly.

“condom?” he asked, breath ragged.

“first drawer,” you gasped, still dizzy from how hard you came just now.

he rolled it on fast and climbed over you, guiding his tip to your entrance. he looked into your eyes, voice low.

“this isn’t just a fuck,” he said. “you know that, right?”

you nodded, pulling him in. “then show me.”

and oh, he did.

jungkook slid into you slow, letting you feel every inch, every stretch, every deep inch of him until he was fully buried inside you.

“fuck..” he hissed, jaw clenched. “you feel so good. so tight.”

he started to move, hips rolling slow at first, grinding deep, making sure you felt every damn thrust. his hand found your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“i’ve never wanted anyone like this before,” he said, voice thick. “it’s always been you. only you can make me lose my fucking mind like this.”

your moans grew louder, shameless, broken, needy. you placed your legs over his shoulders, pulling him close, desperate for more, craving every inch.

he gave it to you.

harder, deeper, faster. the bed creaked beneath you, his skin slapping against yours, sweat dripping. his hands roamed your waist, neck, thigh, everywhere.

“say it, baby,” he grunted, fucking into you like he was trying to ruin you (because he was). “tell me you want this.”

“i want… this,” you cried. “i want you… jungkook… i— fuck, just you.”

“that’s right,” he growled, pounding into you. “just you. not anyone else. only you.”

you came again, hard, screaming his name, clawing at his back, walls clenching around him, so tight he couldn’t hold back any longer.

he yanked out hard, ripping the condom off with rough fingers like it was nothing. still breathing heavy, he jerked himself off fast, spilling hot over your skin.

his voice was ragged, moaning your name like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

for a second, neither of you moved, just breathing, catching up, hearts racing.

then he grabbed a tissue, cleaned you up, kissed your forehead, and laid beside you, pulling you into his arms like nothing else mattered.

and maybe it didn’t.

because finally. finally. he wasn’t just yours in your head.

he was really yours now.

[jjeongkii]

⋆･.˳.⋆JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS ⊹ ᨘ📘˚｡The third part of my fanfic recommendations featuring Golden Makne 💙 Thank you talented writers for your hard work, I really enjoyed each of these works💙 Part 1 and Part 2 of my recommendations which you can also check out 💙 Thank you to the beautiful @saradika-graphics for the delicious divider 🫐

Almost all fanfiction contains explicit adult content, so read at your own risk.

🫐 RISK TASTES LIKE STRAWBERRIES AND THUNDER by @dailynnt

⤷ Jungkook!biker, friend's best brother x f!reader | forbidden feeling | one shot

🫐 “NOT THEIR WEDDING CAR” by @dailynnt

⤷ Jungkook!former classmate x f!reader | from enemies to lovers | one shot

🫐“DIRTY BIKE REPAIR” by @dailynnt

⤷ Jungkook!biker x f!reader | established relationships | one shot

🫐 Soft launch | jk by @keen-li

⤷ jungkook x fem reader | Friends to FWB | mdni

🫐 Every inch of you — Jungkook by @jjeongkii

⤷ dom!jk x reader | one shot

🫐 ִֶָ love wins all ࣪ ִֶָ . by @kooffeecup

⤷ ex boyfriends father ! Jungkook x you | one shot

🫐 somehow, you. | jungkook au by @timelessjk

⤷ jungkook x fem reader | college AU | one shot

🫐 the next step by @tranquilreign

⤷ jungkook/reader | established relationship au! | one shot

🫐 higher power by @jiminrings

⤷ jungkook x reader | one shot

🫐 paint me, play me || jjk by @letsbangts

⤷ jungkook x fem reader | college AU | mdni

🫐 reckless | jjk by @sparklingchim

⤷ idol!jungkook x producer!reader | one shot

🫐 VELVET WAVES — jjk (m.) by @gukcnt

⤷ husband dom!jungkook x wife sub!femreader | one shot

🫐 the mask of purity by @lostinbangtan7

⤷ Jeon Jungkook idol/Y/N famous/artist/singer | series (ongoing)

🫐 ⋆.˚✮𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗧𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗼✮˚.⋆ by @skzstarl0ver

⤷ Jungkook x reader / tattoo artist x client | one shot

🫐 Vestiges | jjk (m) by @youthguk

⤷ jungkook x reader | exes to lovers | one shot

🫐 i'm outside, let's talk. (m) by @rjkooks

⤷ exbf!jungkook x afab!reader  | one shot

🫐 BLOODY CRAWLING BACK TO YOU by @acheronsociety

⤷ jungkook x f!reader | secret agents au | mdni

[jjeongkii]

Every inch of you — Jungkook one shot

dom!jk x reader

summary — he doesn’t just fuck you, but also claims you. hard, rough and possessive. after a little night out in that dress making you reminds you exactly who you belong to.

warning — smut , unprotected sex , mirror sex , oral (f) , rough sex , possessive behavior , dirty talk , choking (light) , praise & degradation , creampie.

word count — 574

the second the apartment door shut, he had you pinned against it, mouth crashing into yours like he’d been dying to taste you all night. his hands were everywhere — gripping your waist, pulling your dress up, grabbing your ass like he needed proof you were real.

“you wore this little dress on purpose, didn’t you?” he growled against your lips, breath hot and ragged. “let every guy at that club stare at what’s fucking mine.”

you barely managed to nod before he spun you around, fingers yanking your panties down with no hesitation. they dropped to the floor, and he didn’t even give you time to step out of them — he just knelt, spread your legs, and devoured you from behind.

tongue deep, lips sucking your clit, groaning into you like you were his favorite meal.

“you taste like sin,” he muttered, licking you again. “like you were made to sit on my face.”

you whimpered, forehead against the door, hands bracing yourself as he fucked you with his tongue. his grip on your thighs was bruising, his mouth relentless.

but then he stopped. Abruptly.

“come here,” he demanded, standing up and hauling you toward the bedroom. “i want you to see exactly what I do to you.”

you barely had time to catch your breath before he dragged you in front of the full-length mirror and spun you to face it. his hands slid around your waist from behind, hiking your dress up again as his cock pressed against your ass—thick, hard, twitching for you.

“look, baby,” he whispered against your neck, licking a stripe up your throat. “look at what you do to me.”

you met his eyes in the reflection—his pupils blown, hair messy, chest rising with each breath. you looked wrecked, and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.

“hands on the mirror.”

you obeyed, palms flat on the cold glass, and moaned when he dragged his cock through your folds, smearing your slick and his spit all over.

“fuck, you’re soaked,” he groaned. “this pussy’s just begging for me.”

and then he slammed into you—one brutal thrust that knocked a cry out of your throat. his grip on your waist tightened as he started moving, deep and rough, every stroke shaking your body against the mirror.

“look at you,” he growled. “look how you take it. how you bounce on my cock like it’s the only thing you need.”

your eyes locked on the reflection: the way your mouth hung open, how your ass met his every thrust, how completely owned you looked.

his hand slid up, wrapping gently around your throat as he leaned in closer. “this is mine. All of it. And I want you to fucking watch while I ruin it.”

he reached around, fingers finding your clit, rubbing hard and fast.

“come for me, baby. I want to see what it looks like when this pretty little body falls apart.”

you came with a scream, legs trembling, vision going blurry—but you didn’t look away. you watched it all: the way your body shook, the way his jaw clenched, and the way he spilled inside you seconds later with a deep, guttural moan.

he stayed there, buried in you, breathing heavy against your shoulder.

then, softly—so different from the way he fucked you—he kissed the side of your neck and whispered:

“next time you wear that dress, baby, I’m fucking you against this mirror first.”

[jjeongkii]

OH MY GOD!??!????????? I NEED THEM

[jjeongkii]

Every inch of you — Jungkook one shot

dom!jk x reader

summary — he doesn’t just fuck you, but also claims you. hard, rough and possessive. after a little night out in that dress making you reminds you exactly who you belong to.

warning — smut , unprotected sex , mirror sex , oral (f) , rough sex , possessive behavior , dirty talk , choking (light) , praise & degradation , creampie.

word count — 574

the second the apartment door shut, he had you pinned against it, mouth crashing into yours like he’d been dying to taste you all night. his hands were everywhere — gripping your waist, pulling your dress up, grabbing your ass like he needed proof you were real.

“you wore this little dress on purpose, didn’t you?” he growled against your lips, breath hot and ragged. “let every guy at that club stare at what’s fucking mine.”

you barely managed to nod before he spun you around, fingers yanking your panties down with no hesitation. they dropped to the floor, and he didn’t even give you time to step out of them — he just knelt, spread your legs, and devoured you from behind.

tongue deep, lips sucking your clit, groaning into you like you were his favorite meal.

“you taste like sin,” he muttered, licking you again. “like you were made to sit on my face.”

you whimpered, forehead against the door, hands bracing yourself as he fucked you with his tongue. his grip on your thighs was bruising, his mouth relentless.

but then he stopped. Abruptly.

“come here,” he demanded, standing up and hauling you toward the bedroom. “i want you to see exactly what I do to you.”

you barely had time to catch your breath before he dragged you in front of the full-length mirror and spun you to face it. his hands slid around your waist from behind, hiking your dress up again as his cock pressed against your ass—thick, hard, twitching for you.

“look, baby,” he whispered against your neck, licking a stripe up your throat. “look at what you do to me.”

you met his eyes in the reflection—his pupils blown, hair messy, chest rising with each breath. you looked wrecked, and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.

“hands on the mirror.”

you obeyed, palms flat on the cold glass, and moaned when he dragged his cock through your folds, smearing your slick and his spit all over.

“fuck, you’re soaked,” he groaned. “this pussy’s just begging for me.”

and then he slammed into you—one brutal thrust that knocked a cry out of your throat. his grip on your waist tightened as he started moving, deep and rough, every stroke shaking your body against the mirror.

“look at you,” he growled. “look how you take it. how you bounce on my cock like it’s the only thing you need.”

your eyes locked on the reflection: the way your mouth hung open, how your ass met his every thrust, how completely owned you looked.

his hand slid up, wrapping gently around your throat as he leaned in closer. “this is mine. All of it. And I want you to fucking watch while I ruin it.”

he reached around, fingers finding your clit, rubbing hard and fast.

“come for me, baby. I want to see what it looks like when this pretty little body falls apart.”

you came with a scream, legs trembling, vision going blurry—but you didn’t look away. you watched it all: the way your body shook, the way his jaw clenched, and the way he spilled inside you seconds later with a deep, guttural moan.

he stayed there, buried in you, breathing heavy against your shoulder.

then, softly—so different from the way he fucked you—he kissed the side of your neck and whispered:

“next time you wear that dress, baby, I’m fucking you against this mirror first.”

[jjeongkii]

i might post smth today :3 let's hope idk LLFAOOOO

[jjeongkii]

꒰ა 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ໒꒱

abt me — ri , 18 , she , army since 2016, most of my work will likely contain nsfw. minors dni.

i mainly write abt jungkook.

nsfw — sfw

series —

only you, always you. — (1) (2) complete

one shots —

December — 1,4k words

every inch of you — 574 words

spring love — 1,1k words

if you have any request feel free to send them in my ask :) !!

[jjeongkii]

Spring love — Jungkook one shot

finally posted something we cheered 🙏🏻

bf!jk × reader

summary — You surprised Jungkook with a spring picnic, where you both shared laughs, kisses, and paint, creating a sweet memory together.

warning — none! just jungkook being that sweet but annoying boyfriend who loves you so much 💕💝💘💓

word count — 1,157

song recommendation — Still With You - Jungkook | Lover - Taylor Swift

It was a perfect early spring day, the weather finally warming up, leaving behind the ugly chill of winter. Sunshine filled the sky, and happiness seemed to radiate from every corner. Honestly, who even likes winter?

It was March—spring's start—and you had decided to surprise Jungkook with a surprise picnic. Both of you loved the outdoors, walking around, and discussing absolutely everything. you worked so hard to prepare your picnic spot, laying out the soft blanket on the grass.

You'd brought a little raspberry chocolate cake, snacks, fresh fruits, and juice. You even brought a little canvas and paint so that you could paint after lunch. When all was ready, she got out your phone and sent him a text.

"Hey Kookie, can you come to the park? I want to show you something."

Your phone vibrated almost instantly.

"Coming right now."

Damn, that was fast. Guess he was eager to see you. You played with your dress as you waited. It was a nice blue one, perfect for the springtime.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was getting ready too, fixing his hair. He wore a simple white shirt and some ripped blue jeans—a common combo, but somehow he made it look effortlessly hot.

As you waited, a wave of nervousness built up inside you. But you knew Jungkook loved moments like this. He always loved it when you went out of your way to do something special for him. It made his heart flip every time.

Jungkook headed towards the park, his eyes scanning for you. And when he finally spotted you, standing there with the sun softly caressing your skin, he was rendered speechless. The blue dress, your hair gently swaying with the wind—it was something he could never get used to.

He approached from the back and kneeled, a teasing smile spreading across his face. "So, all dressed up for me, huh?" he joked, nudging your shoulder gently.

You hit his arm lightly, a blush working its way up your neck. "Shut up," you muttered, trying to hide your embarrassed face.

"Aww, my baby's already blushing? Adorable," he chuckled, sitting down next to you.

Jungkook's grin swept over the picnic setting, his eyes landing on the canvas and paints. "You're going to let our inner Picassos out?" he inquired, an eyebrow arching upwards. "Since, you know, I'm terrible at painting."

You dismissively waved your hand. "Jungkook, you don't have to be Picasso. I just figured it'd be something fun to do after we ate.

You spent the next bit of time enjoying yourselves together—eating, chatting, stealing little kisses between bites of food. Everything seemed like it should be. The sun was out, the air was fresh, and everything just felt right. You even fed each other, laughing at the mess you made.

Jungkook had given you a chocolate-covered strawberry, but the melted chocolate had dropped onto your lips. He gently laughed, leaning in closer to wipe it away. "You're always such a mess, aren't you?"

"Hey, not my fault you feed me like I'm some cow," you joked, making him laugh even harder.

After your little food fight, you grabbed the canvas and the paintbrush, your eyes sparkling with excitement. "Well, ready to bring out the Picasso within you?"

Jungkook laughed, grabbing his own canvas. "Oh, I'm ready. Let's make the art world proud," he replied, squeezing paint onto the palette.

You had always been very skilled with a paintbrush. You'd gone to art school when you we're younger, so it came second nature to you. But even though Jungkook had seen your talent before, he couldn't help but be amazed by your work every time.

As time passed, you both were deeply focused on your paintings. Jungkook was doing his best, and you couldn't resist trying to sneak a peek at his canvas. "Whatcha got there?" you joked, trying to get a peek.

"Nope, no looking," Jungkook said, covering his work. "Patience, baby."

You crossed your arms and looked at your own painting. You added a few more details, your brush strokes becoming more confident.

Finally, after what had seemed like forever, you both finished your paintings. You counted to three, eager to reveal your works.

"On three. One… two… three!"

You flipped your canvases around. Your painting was a beautiful, detailed depiction of a flower field, every petal and leaf showing your attention to detail. You’d clearly put a lot of effort into it.

Jungkook's artwork, however, was of you—sitting as you were now, painting concentratedly. It was pretty good for someone who claimed to be awful at art. It wasn't flawless, but it was created with so much love, you could tell he'd put his heart into it.

"Oh my god, baby… this is so beautiful." You looked at the painting, holding it up, noticing the little hearts surrounding your figure. Your heart skipped a beat. He really loved you, and this painting was proof of that.

"Thank you, my love," Jungkook smiled, leaning in and kissing you on the cheek. "I'm glad you like it."

You felt a wave of warmth run through you as you looked at him. His eyes sparkled with genuine affection, and you could tell that everything he did—every little thing—was filled with love. You leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, lingering for a moment as if time itself had paused. The still, quiet moment between the two of you was ideal.

"I'm so lucky to have you," you whispered onto his lips, your heart overflowing with emotion.

Jungkook grinned and enveloped you in his arms, pulling you near. "Nah, I'm the lucky one," he replied, his voice gentle. He rested his chin on the top of your head as you burrowed into his chest, the two of you warm in the peaceful moment.

The sun still shone overhead, and the gentle breeze played with your hair, but nothing could be more ideal than this. Just the two of you, surrounded by love, laughter, and art. The picnic could have been simple, but the memories you were making were priceless.

You both just sat there for a while, talking, laughing, and just basking in the simplicity of each other's company. The world around you just melted away, and it was like nothing else mattered. You didn't need fancy plans or material things to be happy—just each other, and these moments that felt like they could last a lifetime.

And when the day began winding down, Jungkook stood up, pulling you along with him. "Come on, let's take this masterpiece home," he said with a playful wink, jerking his head in the direction of your paintings.

You laughed and took his hand, feeling like the luckiest person in the world. "Yeah, let's go. But you're gonna carry your 'Picasso,' not me.".

"Deal," he chuckled, pulling you into his side as you walked hand-in-hand back to the car, your hearts full of joy, and your smiles never fading.

[jjeongkii]

I have some ideas planned buuuut too lazy to start writing them ;--;