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“may your trials end in full bloom” 🪷 IG
welcome back, Yoongi. you are so loved.
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okay but also please don’t forget about server room 💕💕💕
NEVER!!!! its constantly in my mind and it stresses me tf out when I don’t have the bandwidth or time 😭
after We Are All Sinners I will get back to it.
Thank you??? For waiting?? And having that in mind??? Im so touched and grateful, love youuuuuuuu <3
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PLS PLS PLS UPDATE WE ARE ALL SINNERS
Plssssa
dooo bee doo bee doooooo so sorry I got overwhelmed with a lot of shxlenevbekcbdbe in the world but I’m now finishing the remaining chapters 😌✨
pls wait a little more while ur girl is surviving this economy 🥹🥲 👉🏼👈🏼
me surviving this economy:
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mentally im still here. thank u yoongi! ig
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ARE WE DONE CRYING NOW!???Apofreakingbangpo.
#war is over#bts festa 2025#yoongi I love you#world is healing#my skin is clear#i am no longer mentally ill thank you bts
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oh hi there! thank you!!! im glad it touched your heart the same way it touched mine. makes me feel giddy every time apartmental issues gets some love 😭 mwahh! <3
apart-mental issues part 4
mini series - jeon jungkook
Pairings: Neighbor JK x Reader
Summary: Just your awkward and embarrassing encounters with your next-door neighbor, Jungkook.
PART 4 (FINAL CHAPTER) audentes fortuna iuvat after hours dark brown eyes
Ratings: 18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Warnings: Explicit language, Mature Contents
Au/Genre: Mini Series, Neighbor JK, Enemies (?) to Lovers, Smut, Fluff
Word Count: 5.7K


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📜 audentes fortuna iuvat
“Fortune favors the brave. The world does not wait for those who stand still...
In the dynamic tide of economics, fortune does not favor hesitation—it rewards those who move forward with intention and purpose. Thank you.”
The sound of polite applause filled the classroom, cutting through the nervous tension that had been clawing at your chest since the start of your presentation. You exchanged a look with Sean, whose face was a mix of pride and relief. Weeks of sleepless nights, endless revisions, and caffeine-fueled discussions had paid off. Finally, it was over.
As the professor dismissed the class, you and Sean shared a high-five, the kind that stung your palm but left you grinning like an idiot.
“You want a ride to work? I’m heading that way anyway,” Sean offered as the two of you exited the lecture hall.
“Sure, thanks,” you replied, fishing your phone out of your bag to check the time. The sight of your wallpaper made you pause. It was a candid mirror selfie you’d taken in the grocery store a few weeks ago, Jungkook holding a grocery bag in one hand, his tattooed arm possessively wrapped around your shoulders.
Your thumb hovered over the screen. Lately, you’d been trying to stay more organized, a goal you had set for yourself after your talk with Jungkook a couple of days ago. Alarms, sticky notes, even your wallpaper—anything to keep your forgetful brain in check.
Before you could type, his name popped up on your screen.
nextdoor<3 [11:05 PM]: Going to work now? 😀
You smiled, already typing a response.
You [11:05 PM]: Heyyy! I was just about to text you. Yeah, catching a ride with Sean
Sean was busy rummaging through his pockets for his car keys as you walked toward the open parking space.
nextdoor<3 [11:06 PM]: No need. Turn your pretty ass to your left. 😋
Your head snapped to the left, and you let out a small gasp... there he was, leaning against his car with a wide grin. His hands were tucked into his pockets, and he looked so effortlessly handsome and cool in his casual oversized white shirt and acid washed jeans.
Sean followed your gaze. Before you could explain, Jungkook was already striding toward you, with his stupid grin.
“Hi,” he greeted casually, his voice a little chipper as his eyes locked with yours.
“Hey! Um, this is Sean, you know him…” You gestured between them, trying to mask your flustered state.
“Sean, YN’s classmate and case study partner,” Sean introduced himself, offering a cheerful smile and an outstretched hand.
“Jungkook,” he replied, shaking Sean’s hand firmly. “YN’s boyfriend. I’m here to pick her up.”
Your eyes widened as your head whipped toward Jungkook. Boyfriend? He didn’t even glance at you, keeping his focus on Sean, who looked equally surprised.
“Oh! I didn’t know YN had a boyfriend,” Sean said, his confusion evident, looking at you with a wide smile.
“Uh, well… You never asked!” you laughed nervously, playfully tapping Jungkook’s shoulder. He didn’t so much as flinch, his attention still fixed on Sean.
Sean chuckled. “Well, take care you guys! Nice meeting you Jungkook! See you later, YN!” He waved and headed off toward his car.
Once Sean was out of earshot, you turned to Jungkook. “Boyfriend? What was that?” your tone was clearly curious and surprised.
He kept his grin and shrugged nonchalantly, taking your bag off your shoulder and grabbing the books from your hands. Without a word, he started walking toward his car with a smirk.
“Jungkook!” you called after him, your tone rising as you trailed behind him. He opened the backseat to place your things inside before moving to the passenger side to open the door for you.
Him not answering you was making you a little frustrated, and you stood there, arms crossed, refusing to get in.
“Are you mad?” he asked finally, his tone calm but his wide teasing grin was plastered all over his stupidly handsome face.
“I’m not. Yet. But if you keep ignoring me, I will be.”
His smirk turned into a wide, bunny smile. “Baby, you’re my girl. I don’t care if you haven’t figured it out by now. Now, get in the car, my princess baby gorgeous angel, or you’re going to be late for work. Unless… you want to call in sick and spend my day off with me instead?”
“Yeah, something is wrong with you” you playfully sighed and slid into the car, but as you did, you bumped your head against the doorframe. It wasn’t hard—actually, it was quite soft. As you looked up, you found his hand already there, gently covering your head as if he were used to this. Instead of saying "oopsie," you just smiled and rolled your eyes as a thank you because this wasn’t new.
He shut the door behind you, his laughter soft as he walked around to the driver’s side.
“Seriously, though. I told you, I don't like bothering you.” you asked once he’d settled into his seat.
"I also told you that I’m here. Bother me? My girl could never bother me. You just gotta figure out how to need me,” he said, pulling down the sun visor over your head as the midday sun began to shine through.
“Who says I’m your girl?” You raised an eyebrow as you removed your hoodie. The midday summer heat was starting to make you comfortable in just your tank top underneath.
“You did,” he replied with a grin as he ran a hand through his dark hair.
You paused, trying to remember. “When?”
“A couple of days ago, when you came on my fingers, I thought it was pretty clear—”
“Jungkook!” you shrieked, hands flying to cover his mouth as heat flooded your face. "What is wrong with you!"
He laughed against your palms, pulling them away gently.
“What’s wrong with me is that I’m getting greedy,” he admitted, his tone softening. “I know I said I didn’t need answers from you, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop saying and doing what I want.” He cocked his head, his gaze locking with yours. “Kiss me right now if you don’t like it.”
Your gasp at his audacity. “Wow. I want my patient, gentle Jungkook back.”
“Don’t summon him. You get this version now.” He gestured to himself with a chuckle.
“And who am I talking to right now?”
“You want to know?” he murmured, leaning closer. His gaze dropped to your lips, and your pulse quickens. He inched closer, his breath brushing against your cheeks.
You froze and gulped, which made him smirk when he saw.
You wanted to roll your eyes at how easily he could make you feel this way, but then, he claimed your mouth as if it were his.
His lips moved with determination. Confident. Slow. The flick of his tongue against your lower lip sent a shiver through you, and you couldn’t help but surrender to his kiss. You parted your lips, inviting him in like a welcomed guest, and he decisively came to take residence, as though your tongue were his home and this was no mere visit.
His tongue possessed yours with patience, as if he had all the time in the world.
To taste you. To tease you. So slowly, so surely.
Jungkook knows how to kiss, and he knows it well.
The proof lay in the way your hands instinctively reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling him closer. In response, his lips wandered down your neck, unhurried yet utterly consuming, moving lower and lower until they reached your chest. His tongue flicked over your skin just above the curve of your breasts, drawing a soft moan from you as your grip on his shirt tightened, desperate to bring him closer.
“Jungkook…”
And just as you were about to lose yourself in him—
he pulled back.
huh?
His thumb brushed over your swollen lips, his tongue poking at his inner cheek.
You stared at him, wide-eyed, breathless, chest heaving, cheeks flushed.
“I told you, you’re my girl,” he said with finality, buckling your seatbelt before starting the car to drive you to work, grinning like an idiot while you’re still gasping for air.
🍻 after hours
The week flew by quickly, and your classes were becoming more relaxed as you focused solely on lectures, giving you more time to rest.
Work had been lighter too, with the full staff back. Your manager had kept her word, giving you an extra day off tomorrow now that your workmates were back from being sick.
Hours passed, and more customers trickled in. The bar filled with the usual noise and chaos, but you didn’t mind. You glanced at the clock—just two more hours until you could go home.
Thoughts of sleeping in, tangled up with Jungkook, ordering takeout, watching silly shows, chatting about your week, and doing absolutely nothing together kept you going.
You had just returned from the kitchen when you noticed the inner booth was now occupied. You quickly weaved through the tables, only to find…
Him, again?
Jungkook looked up at you, his familiar bunny smile stretching across his face. His nose scrunched, eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Huh?” you blinked in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
“Having a good time,” he replied smoothly, his voice like velvet. That black leather jacket he wore hugged him just right, over a plain white shirt, paired with jeans.
Omg. Seriously this man.
All you could think about was how good he’d feel against you later tonight. So firm, so warm.
“Jungkook, seriously!” You snapped out of your thoughts and tried to keep your cool, scanning the room. “Are you here with friends?”
“Nope,” he said, leaning back in the booth with that smug grin—that fucking grin— that made you want to smack him and kiss him all at once. “I’m here to pick my girl up. Couldn’t wait to see you. And…” His voice dropped, his gaze trailing over you shamelessly, “...I wanted to watch you work.”
“What are you on today!” You shoved his arm, fighting back the laugh that bubbled up, your cheeks burning. “You didn’t have to pick me up again! Also where is the goodie-softie Jungkook?”
He shook his head, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “He’s not here. You get this greedy Jungkook now.” His eyes are full of mischief.
"You can keep being miss independent, which you are, insisting you don’t need me for all you want, but like I said, I'm gonna do what I want to do. I’m done pretending I’m okay waiting around.”
He stared at you, eyeing you up and down, not even trying to hide it.
Your arms crossed, more for self-defense against the butterflies erupting in your chest than anything else. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Okay, seriously, stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” he asked, feigning innocence as he tilted his head, his lips curling in that trademark teasing smile.
“Like you’re going to eat me.”
His grin widened as he leaned forward, elbows resting on the table.
“Oh, I am.”
Your breath hitched, but you fought to keep your composure. “Then, baby, you have to be patient until we get home.”
Jungkook chuckled as he leaned back, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jacket, shaking his head. “Oh, baby, I’ve been patient for months. A few more hours is nothing.”
“Good,” you replied, though your voice wavered slightly. “Now I have to get back to work.”
Before turning away, you paused. “Do you want anything?”
He smirked, playing with his lip ring like he had all the time in the world. “You.”
“Jungkook…” You rolled your eyes, but the involuntary smile tugging at your lips gave you away.
“Just a root beer float, please.” He glanced at your name tag, “YN”, dragging out your name like it was the tastiest word to ever roll off his tongue.
The way your name slipped from his lips sent a rush of heat straight down your legs. “Coming right up,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady as you turned to head back toward the kitchen. But you couldn’t resist glancing at him over your shoulder.
You caught him staring, his eyes fixed on your ass, your tight skirt hugging every curve.
“Jungkook!” you hissed, shooting him a glare.
He just shrugged, his Cheshire cat grin widening.
--
When your shift finally ended, you didn’t bother changing out of your uniform, too eager to go home with him. Throwing on your jacket, you headed out, your coworker Rosie giving you a knowing smirk after all the blatant eye-fucking that had transpired throughout the evening between you and Jungkook.
You just blew her a kiss and waved.
Outside the bar, the night was cold, the wind biting at your legs as you spotted Jungkook standing where he’d waited for you last time. His hands were shoved into his pockets, his solid figure a stark contrast against the soft dark of the night.
As you approached, he stretched out his hand to you, his smile softening into something that made your chest ache. Without a word, you slipped your hand into his, and two of you walk swiftly toward his car, your strides charged with intent and urgency.
👁️👁️ dark brown eyes
The moment you slide into the passenger seat, Jungkook wastes no time. He leans in, cupping your face gently yet possessively, and kisses you deeply. His tongue slides into your mouth, exploring, making sure to taste every angle of you. A soft moan escapes you, and he groans in response, his hands gripping the base of your jaw just a little tighter.
He pulls away for a brief second, his forehead resting against yours as he catches his breath. But the break doesn’t last long—his lips are back on yours, this time sucking on your tongue, his own sliding against it in a way that makes your head spin.
Heat pools low in your belly, and you clench around nothing. You feel the ache between your thighs and press them together to soothe it.
“Fuck,” Jungkook groans, his voice rough and strained as he suddenly pulls away, his pupils blown wide with desire. “Let’s fucking go home right now before I lose it,” he says, his voice low and desperate as he buckles your seatbelt with hurried hands.
Without another word, he starts the car. The engine roars as he grips the steering wheel with one hand. You’re still catching your breath, your lips tingling from his kiss, as you watch him drive a little faster than usual. His eyes stay focused on the road, but you notice the subtle bob of his Adam's apple, as if he’s swallowing down words he can’t bring himself to say.
Your gaze shifts to his hands, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white. It’s as if he’s using every ounce of control to keep himself in check. And yet, with every stolen glance at him, the tension only grows stronger.
Twenty minutes later, as soon as he parks the car in your apartment lot, you fumble with your seatbelt, unbuckling it in record time. Before he can even react, you reach for him, pulling his face into a hungry kiss. It’s more sloppy and messy this time, your tongue trailing down his neck, licking, biting, and sucking at his pulse points, making his breath hitch. You know the way you’re marking his skin will leave evidence, but you don’t care. Neither does he.
The kiss deepens, and his need for control emerges. One of his hands cups the back of your neck, guiding you exactly how he wants, while the other finds your chest, firmly grasping your clothed breast. He kneads and squeezes, the pressure making you moan into his mouth.
You tug on his long locks, eliciting a guttural whimper, making you squirm in your seat. Suddenly, the blinding light of an approaching car floods the space, like a spotlight, as if you’ve been thrust onto a stage to perform. The two of you freeze, still panting, until the car passes and settles into its spot. But more cars follow, one by one, claiming the surrounding spaces.
“Baby,” he rasps against your lips, his voice strained, dripping with desire, “let’s go inside.” He kisses you again, his lips urgent and needy, before dragging his mouth to your neck. “Please.”
You’re both a mess, drunk on lust and each other. Without another word, you stumble out of the car, your steps hurried and deliberate as you head toward your apartment building.
Halfway up the stairs, as if drawn together by some invisible force, you’re back in his arms. His mouth crashes into yours, devouring you with fervor, while your bodies grind against each other with an almost primal urgency.
He slams you against the wall, pinning you with his solid frame. His hard erection presses into your stomach, and he grinds against you. Your hand slips down to touch him through his pants, making his head fall forward against your shoulder.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his hands tighten on your waist.
He trails open-mouthed kisses down your neck, and you feel your skin prickle from the sensation.
You try to stay quiet, but when his finger slides under your short skirt, brushing against the damp fabric of your soaked underwear, you instinctively bite down on his shoulder.
With ease, he pushes your underwear to the side and slides one finger, gliding over your slick slit, gathering the wetness that’s been pooling since you left the bar.
You move against him, needy and desperate, and he smiles against the kiss. "Goddamn...so fucking wet."
You feel another finger slowly slides inside, and you stop kissing him and gasp for air as he pushes deeper and deeper. He looks around to make sure no one’s getting a free show, but you need his mouth, so you hold his face with both hands and kiss him again.
In steady motion, he pumps his fingers inside, dragging them nice and slow, but it only makes you want more. When he curls them, hitting that spot, you bite your lip, stifling the moans as he bites and licks your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin.
With every stroke, your body shakes, and just when you feel the sudden knot breaking, his tongue slides into your mouth, swallowing your moans as you come—hard, shaking, with your legs giving way. But his hand grips your ass, keeping you steady as you whimper quietly in pleasure, while he moves slowly inside you, riding your high.
Then, he pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his lips, licking them clean before shoving them into you, his gaze is dark, undone.
You’re both breathing heavily when you suddenly hear a door opening and closing from the hallway, as if it’s your cue to keep walking and continue this tryst in your apartment.
Without missing a beat, he takes the lead, pulling you toward his door, his keys jangling in his hand as he unlocks it. In an instant, you’re both inside.
As soon as you enter his house, he wastes no time. Your jacket and shirt are discarded on the floor. He lifts you effortlessly, guiding you toward his bed, kissing you hungrily as you move.
He gently lays you down as if you're the most fragile thing, but as soon as your back hits the bed, he grabs your ankle, pulling you to the edge. Kneeling between your legs, his eyes burn with need as he prepares to feast on your body.
With one quick motion, he pulls off your panties and tosses them aside, leaving you in just your tight, short skirt.
“This fucking tease of a skirt. Do you know how many times I’ve imagined pushing this up and have you like this?“ he murmurs.
You spread your legs wider for him, and he hooks them over his shoulders, diving into your folds with a fervent hunger. His tongue moves with slow, deliberate precision. Your moans fill the room, his name and strings of curses tumbling from your lips as he devours you completely.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
The sinful sound of his mouth on your now dripping pussy fills the air. The knot in your stomach tightens, yet you crave more of him, so you press his head into your cunt, grinding against his face. It earns a deep, groan from him, sending shivers down your spine.
"Jungkook, I’m so cl—fucking coming again!" Your hands grip his hair, his shoulders, your tits, the blankets beneath you as your body shatters as you come.
"Uh-huh," he groans, his tongue lapping up your juices, licking you clean. Curses and his name echo in the room.
Your legs are still shaking when you feel him hover over you, kissing you slowly, making you taste yourself on his lips.
You lick your juices from his lips down to his chin—sweet and salty—before you feel him get on his knees, gripping the base of his thick, hard cock, pre-cum glistening in the soft glow of the night lamp.
You prop yourself up on your elbows, one hand curling around him, spreading the slick pre-cum over the sensitive tip. His sheer length and girth seem designed to destroy you completely.
What a sight—his mouth parted, eyes dark with raw hunger. And when he presses his thumb to your lips, you suck on it, desperate, obedient.
A hiss escapes him, sharp, followed by a long, broken whimper, like music to your ears.
"Baby, please," you whisper, though it comes out as begging, your voice cracking as you lay your head back down, your hand still pumping his cock.
“What do you want? Tell me,” he murmurs, cupping your face, the weight of his chest pressing you into the mattress.
“I want you,” you plead, grinding back against him. “Inside me. Please.”
He pauses,his gaze searching your face, as if trying to gauge whether you’re saying this out of need or if you’re truly certain. Many heated, nasty makeout sessions have passed between you, and though he knows your body has begged him for more, this is the first time you’ve ever said it aloud.
He’s grateful. He’s also scared. He also wants to cry.
“Are you sure? We don’t have to if you’re not ready—”
You cut him off with a desperate, hungry kiss.
“I’m sure. Please, I beg you. Fuck me, Jungkook. Please put your cock inside me.”
Without wasting time, he gets on his knees, and before you even realize it, he has opened a condom and rolled it on, his gaze locked on yours the entire time.
He towers over you. He brushes his tip between your folds, gathering your slickness.
Your cunt clenches with anticipation, and a sharp hiss escapes him. Then, he looks at you, as if silently asking for permission. You nod erratically.
"Please..."
He dips his head down, kissing you deeply, so deeply, and you moan, loud and sinful, the sound ripping from your throat as he finally enters you. It’s as if something inside him snaps. Jungkook fills you in one smooth, deliberate motion.
“Oh fuck so thick Jungk—". You gasp. A slight pain follows.
You’ve known it when you had him in your mouth so many times, gagging and choking on him, but nothing could’ve prepared you for how he stretches you now.
“Shit, baby. So fucking tight.” he hisses, his eyes shut in pleasure.
You wince, and he doesn’t move, kissing you tenderly, his hands drawing comforting circles on your arm.
As the stretch becomes more bearable, you look up at him, breathless. “Fuck me now, please.”
He sighs in relief, then sinks fully into you, his hips flush against yours.
He’s fucking you slowly, carefully, dragging his long, thick dick inside you, and you clench around him so tight that he throws his head back and curses under his breath.
“You have no idea how long I’ve imagined this” he growls, his voice rough and strained. “My cock inside you, fucking you like this—fuck.” He grunts with each thrust, his grip tightening on you.
You squeeze around him more, and he lets out a soft whimper, his body shuddering at the feeling of your tight walls.
And suddenly, he turns you over. Your ass is raised in the air, your face pressed into the sheets.
Tears sting the corners of your eyes as his tongue dives back into your pussy, licking, devouring. Then he stops. Just long enough to spit into your cunt before slamming into you again. Harder. Brutal. The force makes your eyes roll back, a gasp torn from your throat.
Each thrust sends tremors through your body. One hand pushes your head down, holding you in place, while the other grips your wrists behind your back.
You sob in pleasure. He feels so good, he fucks so good, so good.
“Jungkook—ah, fuck!”
“Baby, we have to be a little quiet,” he grins, his voice low and strained as he slams into you. “Thin walls, remember?”
“I can’t !” You can’t. You’ve lost control of your body, responding to every movement, every thrust, as Jungkook wills it. You can only take what he gives.
"You can’t?” he taunts, breath searing against your ear as he drags his cock out, achingly slow, until only the tip lingers. “Cock that good?” The words spill with a smirk, and then he slams back in—a deliberate, punishing thrust that rips the air from your lungs.
“Fuck—yes!” You barely recognize your own words.
“Yeah? You want my fucking cock?” His voice is two octaves lower, each word punctuated by a rough thrust, his hand squeezing your breast like he owns it.
“You like taking my fucking cock? Hmm?” Another thrust, harder this time.
You nod—wildly, desperately—tears spilling over, your body trembling, unable to stop.
"Then take it,” he commands as he leans in, his words grazing over your ear. “Take it like you mean it. Like a good girl. Take my fucking cock.” His hips snap forward, sharp and unforgiving, dragging a sob from your throat. Relentless. He drives into you harder, deeper, without a shred of mercy, ruining you completely.
You expected sex with him to be intense, consuming. You knew he knew how to fuck, knew he was an attentive and generous lover. But not like this. Not a wildfire that burns through every corner of your being, leaving nothing untouched.
When he feels your legs shake again, he slaps your ass and flips you onto your back, your body now facing his.
“Let me see your face, baby. Look at me, please.” You gaze up at him through teary eyes, your pupils hazy with lust. His hands gently move the strands of your messy hair from your face before wandering down to your breasts, his lips following the trail as his fingers brush your clit. He pushes his thick length back inside you, drawing a long, breathy moan from you.
“You’re so beautiful, holy shit,” he breathes, his voice soft and whimpery now, a sharp contrast to the commanding devil who had you bent and folded just minutes ago. “I can’t... too much... mmm—you’re gonna make me c-come... fuck,” he groans, abruptly stopping his movements. He settles into the crook of your neck, his abs flexing so hard you feel it against your stomach as he fights to control himself. You can hear his heavy breathing in your ear, his heartbeat thumping against your skin.
“You good, baby?” you ask, kissing his cheek.
“Yeah, sorry, give me a sec. Shit... I… You... you’re just too beautiful.” He laughs, burying his face back into your neck.
You laugh with him, but he winces. “Don’t laugh, baby. You’re squeezing me—ahhh,” he warns as he pulls out but stays on top of you, kissing your neck and shoulders.
“You’re killing me… You have no idea…fuck. I’ve imagined this so many fucking times... I knew you’d be perfect—God, I knew, but you just feel too fucking good. Too good… I can’t—"
He cuts himself off and doesn't give you a chance to respond to his rambling confession. He catches your lips in a slow, intense kiss as he pushes his hard length back inside you.
He pounds into you with purpose—steady, deliberate, charged. His fullness overwhelms, filling you completely. Your legs wrap tight around his hips, anchoring him closer, while his hand rests at the base of your throat, tender, almost reverent. A cruel contrast to the way his pace quickens, more forceful now, relentless, and then—
You break.
So intense, no words come out of you. Only muffled cries, soft whimpers, and shudders. Your fingers claw at his back, his biceps, his shoulders.
“Come for me just like that.” he whispers as he continues to slam into you.
His release comes soon after, his body shaking as he comes while you squeeze around him, milking every single drop of him. His moans mingle with yours as he thrusts erratically.
In one last, deep push, you both collapse together, breathless and consumed.
Your brain shuts down for a moment, and you feel your body twitch. His body drapes over you, his weight grounding you, pulling you back from whatever dimensional plane you’ve drifted to.
“Fuck.” Was all you can say, still catching your breath.
He laughs softly, his body still pressed against yours. "Damn, I came so hard... holy shit," he murmurs against the crook of your neck, planting gentle kisses.
You kiss his cheek and trace imaginary maps on his back.
“How do you feel, baby? Hmm? Did you like it?” he teases, the playful grin evident in his voice.
Spent and still catching your breath, you just shrug, flashing him a sly smile.
“I think the neighbors know you liked it,” he chuckles.
You roll your eyes, playfully slapping his shoulder. “Yes, Jungkook, you fucked me too good. I fucking loved it. Can’t wait for more.”
He throws his head back and laughs. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you. I didn’t think this through. I’m fucked.”
“No, I’m fucked.” You answer and you join his laugh.
After lying there for a while, he props himself up on his elbow. "Shower?"
You want to, but you're so spent.
“Give me a sec, please.”
He laughs softly, sitting on the bed as he gently fixes your messy hair. His gaze softens as he stares at you.
"You’re so beautiful. Too beautiful. I don’t know what to do with you. What do I do with you?" He chuckles, then takes your hand, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles.
"Just hold me, don’t let me go." You smile softly, your fingertips grazing his beautiful face.
He catches your hand with both of his, holding it gently, with care.
“I remember the first time I saw you," he continues, the stars inside his eyes shining so brightly. "You looked so beautiful, I almost tripped over my own feet."
“Then you would've joined me, laying on the floor full of dirt in the hallway," you laughed at the memory.
He shakes his head, grinning. "No, that wasn’t the first time I saw you."
“What?" you sit up.
“You bumped into me in the parking lot. You were holding a small box with your coffee maker in it…”
A small smile tugs at his lips. “You were wearing a white top and jeans. You said ‘sorry’ without even looking at me, but…” He pauses, as if savoring the memory.
“I noticed how tightly you clung to that box, your eyes scanning the building from a distance, like you had everything you needed right there in your hands. You looked like someone from a movie… brave, bold, standing tall, ready to take on whatever came next. I’ve never seen anyone so small next to a building, and yet so impossibly big.”
His gaze meets yours. “You had this fire in your eyes, so full of life. From that moment on, I could only look at you with respect and admiration.”
He laughs softly, fiddling with your fingers. “I wanted to be wherever you were. You’re amazing, YN. I hope you see yourself the way I see you. Powerful…and beautiful. I could go on forever…”
Waves of emotions crash over you, spilling into the corners of your eyes. You look at him—really look at him—and you see him.
The first time you really took a good look at his face was when you bumped into him on the staircase, just before your tangerines went tumbling down. That was when you first noticed his dark brown eyes, wide and pure, but given the chaos of the moment, you chalked it up to his overall handsomeness.
Then you get to know him.
The first time you saw his eyes, his dark brown eyes, you noticed how they gleamed in the light, like soft stars scattered across the night sky, and in the dark, they sparkled with an infinite depth, as if they contained a universe light years and light years away… It was impossible to comprehend how one person could hold the vastness of a galaxy, all within the depth of his gaze.
Maybe the reason his eyes are so big and round is to see the good in people more clearly. And maybe they’re that way so others can see the fullness of his love.
His love is patient. His love is kind. It is not easily angered. It keeps no record of wrongs.
He smiles at you, the kind that crinkles his nose and creases his eyes.
The smile that exudes the carefree spirit of a boy with the quiet wisdom of a man.
His hair, a little longer now, falls in unruly waves, as if it can’t decide whether to be straight or wavy. It mirrors the turmoil in your thoughts, torn between being lost in the beauty of him or leaning in and being lost to the pull of his kiss.
“I love you,” you say, sincere and sure.
His smile blooms in his eyes before it reaches his lips.
He gives you a chaste kiss, tender and lingering. And as your lips part, he whispers,
“I love you.”
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a/n: guys, we reached the end?! wuuut??? i really wanted this story to be comforting. i hope it comforts you the way it comforted me while i was writing this. i think this jungkook is my favorite. i even teared up a bit (ok fine i sobbed) when i wrote the last parts lol. thank you all so much for reading until the end. i’m very grateful for the support, kind words, and interactions. to think i only started posting last month? i'm so grateful to have found this community. i hope you're all doing well. i love you all. <3
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Heyy hope you’re okay 🙏
heyyy babes!!! im ok!!! work is just a lot right now, and the past few weeks have been the busiest and most problematic, i get so drained and couldn’t write anymore after work. anyway, im picking up chapter 7 now, and hopefully i post this week! thanks for your continued support and im so sorry, didn’t mean to go mia.
love you, hope you’re well as well babbyyyy mwaahhh 🫶
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Heyyy, i just finished we are all sinners in one single seating and this story is just sooo good!!! Will you be able to share how long will it maybe take until we can read the next chapter? Also thank you for the amazing fic❤️
heyyy anon! I’m so glad you’re enjoying the story so far 🥹 and single seating?? aww? that’s so flattering 😭💖 Thank you for telling me!!
I don’t have a set posting schedule, but the next chapter is a chonky one so I’m still working on it but promise it’s coming soon!
thank you for reading 💖😘
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these shirtless bangtan boys need to calm the f down. literally screamed quiet screams at work
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Silly Guy [a drabble from We Are All Sinners] ⛧ JJK
Pairings: We Are All Sinners couple (Jungkook x Reader)
Ratings: 18+ ONLY!!! MDNI!
Summary: “So sorry for leaving a mess… look what I did to you.”
Can be read as a stand alone.
Warnings: jungkook being a little jealous, him being silly, them being horny, jimin being done, your boyfriend cleaning the mess he made before the party, bathroom sex kinda, yn being fawked raw (please wrap it up), oral sex (both receiving), cumplay, cum being mentioned 100x, idk probably corn with a little plot
Word Count: 1.6K
⛧ MAIN MASTERLIST
a/n: a short drabble while chapter 7 is taking too long to finish (its a long one, and a little heavy to write, forgive me). please accept his as an apology? thank you all and love you all so much mwah mwah mwah <3
THEN
It’s been a while since you dragged yourself out to one of these house parties – you know, the kind overflowing with cheap booze, sweaty uni kids, and the collective goal to relax or to fuck, or both.
You’re in your sophomore year now, and Jungkook, like the charming, cool bastard he is, somehow got even more friends. He’s got them from every pocket of campus now – not just his bandmates. Engineering kids, sports bros, the science crew, the party crew.
Even some of your classmates.
You?
You made two close friends from your major, until they switched last semester. Now it’s just you again.
Technically not alone – since being with Jungkook means you always have a table, always have a ride, always have people pulling you into hugs or offering you a drink.
He leads the way inside, hand gripping yours so tightly, like he’s afraid someone might snatch you. Every few steps, he stops to dab someone up or pull them into those bro hugs. You trail behind, offering nods as well to people who greet you automatically as soon as they see him.
Everyone knows by now: Jungkook doesn’t come to parties without you.
And honestly, you were shocked you still pushed through with the party tonight, albeit a few hours late, because when Jungkook came to pick you up and saw you in that black mini dress, he didn’t even let you finish whining about your uneven eyeliner.
And maybe, you stopped talking too – mid-sentence – when you saw him standing there, stupidly delicious in that oversized gray shirt and jeans that hung just right off his hips.
He just locked the door behind him, grabbed you by the waist, spun you around, bent you over your tiny dorm couch, and yanked your dress up – no panties, of course, you (kinda) knew this was going to happen.
He fucked you hard, moaning as he folded you in half and broke you open like a starved man.
And if that wasn’t enough, he flipped you after, carried you to the bed, and fucked you in a breath-stealing missionary – your mini dress now bunched at your stomach, bralette pushed up and doing nothing to hide your tits.
He started a little gentler this time, kissing you slow, hips rolling deep – but the second you whispered “harder” against his ear, his hands wrapped around your throat without hesitation, and your legs were over his shoulders as he pounded into you to fuck the air out of your lungs.
And maaaybe – just maybe – you wanted more of his delicious cum.
So you begged for it, whimpering, “Come inside me again, please,” as you clenched around him, choking his delicious cock with every squeeze, milking him for everything he’s worth.
And now, you’re playing card games, nodding along to whatever inside joke Jimin just said – all while your head’s fixated on the sticky cum leaking down your thighs, your soaked panties being useless at this point.
You feel filthy, and still horny.
And across the room is your boyfriend, doing absolutely nothing to help except be a fucking tease – laughing while playing beer pong with Namjoon and Yoongi, his gaze flicking over to you from time to time, offering a wink or a smirk, hair damp with sweat, looking like a goddamn snack in that shirt and jeans.
And underneath it all is the same dick that pounded you two hours ago.
“Oh wow, YN, you’re so good at these card games – is this, like, a rich people thing?” Jimin teases, nudging you as you wipe the floor with everyone in a game everyone just learned but somehow became an instant party staple.
You flash him a grin, collecting your winnings.
It’s a game built on strategy, luck, and not giving away too much – things you’ve been dealing with since childhood.
So technically, yeah. Jimin’s not wrong.
“Who taught you these, YN?” the guy from your class asks – you’ve forgotten his name, but you’ve seen him around often – leaning in a little too close as he flicks one of your cards with a smirk.
You just smile politely, keeping your cards close to your face.
“Jimin taught me. It’s not that hard to learn, the rules are super straightforward.”
He chuckles, eyes dragging down your face.
“Easy for you to say. You’re smart. Bet you pick up anything quick.”
“Nah, it’s not that hard once you get the gist,” you say with a grin, placing down a pair of matching cards on the coffee table. Everyone groans.
You’ve been dropping combos all night – and with every turn, your cards keep getting fewer.
Which only means one thing: you’re about to win. Again.
“I actually don’t get it,” the guy says with a soft laugh, leaning closer like there’s not enough room at the table – which there absolutely is.
“You could probably teach me sometime... I learn better one-on-one.”
He nudges your knee with his again – subtle, but not really. He’s been trying to do that for the past hour.
You scoffed. “You’d probably get it faster if you actually focused on your cards, you know?”
He grins, tilting his head. “Can you blame me? I mean—” he gestures to your face. “How am I supposed to concentrate when that is sitting beside me?”
“I suggest you stop whatever you’re doing, Niki. Jungkook’s been glaring at us since you sat down – give YN a little space,” Jimin mutters, bored, like he’s not saying it out of concern for anyone, just out of truth, fanning out his cards after losing that round.
“I’m not doing anything.” He shrugs. “Just trying to be friendly with YN. She doesn’t usually come to these, right?”
“Yeah, say that to him,” Jimin scoffs, already dealing the cards to the five players gathered around the coffee table, his eyes flicking toward Jungkook.
And when you glance over, Jungkook’s already walking towards your table. Long strides. Smile gone. Jaw tight. Eyes glued to the guy sitting a little too comfortably next to you.
Seconds later, he’s behind you, leaning.
One arm snakes around your waist, pulling you into a warm, possessive bear hug.
His other hand slips under your hair as he angles your neck to press a long kiss to your skin.
You bite your lip to suppress a giggle – which, unfortunately, he takes as encouragement.
Because now his mouth is on yours, sucking your tongue like it’s the sweetest thing to ever exist.
It’s quick. But it’s deep.
And it leaves you very, very bothered.
And as the very bothered girlfriend, you figure it’s only fair to share the suffering – so you lean in close, lips brushing his ear, and whisper low enough for only him to hear:
“Your cum is dripping on me. You wanna fix your mess?”
And as the very good boyfriend he is, he doesn’t waste a fucking second.
His hand slides into yours, gentle but firm, pulling you to your feet calmly.
“She’s done playing for the night,” he says to Jimin.
Jimin doesn’t even look up – just sighs, shakes his head, and mumbles, “Yeah, figured,” while his eyes stay locked on his cards.
You both weave through the crowd upstairs, ducking past sweaty bodies, ignoring everyone, as he tugs you down the hall and into the one bathroom that, somehow, is miraculously empty.
And as soon as he locks the door, in less than a second, he’s on his knees.
He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t waste time undressing you.
He just shoves your dress up, yanks your panties to the side – and there it is – the mess he left inside you earlier, still glistening between your thighs.
He drawls a long, low “Fuuuuuuck,” then adds, politely:
“So sorry for leaving a mess… look what I did to you.”
And then that polite mouth is on your thigh, tongue tracing the sticky trail of his cum, lapping it up, reclaiming every drop.
He moves higher, hungrier – and when he finally reaches your core, his tongue devours.
“Messy little hole… still leaking for me,” he mutters between licks.
And maybe – just maybe – you need it more than he does.
Because your fingers are tangled in his hair, pulling tight, grinding his face deeper against your soaked pussy like you’re trying to fuse him to you.
And maybe he takes that as encouragement, because now he’s hooking one of your legs over his shoulder, opening you up wider, giving himself more room to feast.
And he feasts.
And after you come, he kisses you deep, makes you taste yourself on his tongue, before you unbutton his pants and pull out his leaking hardness, stroking him hungrily.
And maybe – just maybe – someone bangs on the bathroom door, probably needing to piss or puke or who knows.
But it’s hard to yell “occupied” when your mouth is already full – stretched around Jungkook’s thick, throbbing cock, your throat working to take him deeper, your jaw aching just the way he likes.
You look up at him through watery eyes, and he wipes your tears with his thumb – soft and tender even as he holds your head in place, telling you gently, between hisses and pants, how good of a girl you are, how you’re made just for him.
And maybe – just maybe – you love the thought of all your holes being filled with him, so you beg him to finish inside your mouth.
And when he does, you proudly show him what you earned on your tongue, before swallowing it all, never breaking eye contact.
And maybe – just maybe – that makes him short-circuit.
Because after he fills your mouth with his white, sticky cum in that tiny, humid bathroom, he drives you back to your dorm so he can properly fuck you.
And this time, he has you face down, ass up, his cock buried deep inside your swollen, tight little pussy – with his thumb in your tight little ass – making you feel completely full of him as he pants
“Mine, only mine.” over and over again.
As if he needs to say it.
As if anyone could actually compete.
As if anyone could take you.
What a silly guy, this guy, this Jungkook. ⛧
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Silly Guy [a drabble from We Are All Sinners] ⛧ JJK
Pairings: We Are All Sinners couple (Jungkook x Reader)
Ratings: 18+ ONLY!!! MDNI!
Summary: “So sorry for leaving a mess… look what I did to you.”
Can be read as a stand alone.
Warnings: jungkook being a little jealous, him being silly, them being horny, jimin being done, your boyfriend cleaning the mess he made before the party, bathroom sex kinda, yn being fawked raw (please wrap it up), oral sex (both receiving), cumplay, cum being mentioned 100x, idk probably corn with a little plot
Word Count: 1.6K
⛧ MAIN MASTERLIST
a/n: a short drabble while chapter 7 is taking too long to finish (its a long one, and a little heavy to write, forgive me). please accept his as an apology? thank you all and love you all so much mwah mwah mwah <3
THEN
It’s been a while since you dragged yourself out to one of these house parties – you know, the kind overflowing with cheap booze, sweaty uni kids, and the collective goal to relax or to fuck, or both.
You’re in your sophomore year now, and Jungkook, like the charming, cool bastard he is, somehow got even more friends. He’s got them from every pocket of campus now – not just his bandmates. Engineering kids, sports bros, the science crew, the party crew.
Even some of your classmates.
You?
You made two close friends from your major, until they switched last semester. Now it’s just you again.
Technically not alone – since being with Jungkook means you always have a table, always have a ride, always have people pulling you into hugs or offering you a drink.
He leads the way inside, hand gripping yours so tightly, like he’s afraid someone might snatch you. Every few steps, he stops to dab someone up or pull them into those bro hugs. You trail behind, offering nods as well to people who greet you automatically as soon as they see him.
Everyone knows by now: Jungkook doesn’t come to parties without you.
And honestly, you were shocked you still pushed through with the party tonight, albeit a few hours late, because when Jungkook came to pick you up and saw you in that black mini dress, he didn’t even let you finish whining about your uneven eyeliner.
And maybe, you stopped talking too – mid-sentence – when you saw him standing there, stupidly delicious in that oversized gray shirt and jeans that hung just right off his hips.
He just locked the door behind him, grabbed you by the waist, spun you around, bent you over your tiny dorm couch, and yanked your dress up – no panties, of course, you (kinda) knew this was going to happen.
He fucked you hard, moaning as he folded you in half and broke you open like a starved man.
And if that wasn’t enough, he flipped you after, carried you to the bed, and fucked you in a breath-stealing missionary – your mini dress now bunched at your stomach, bralette pushed up and doing nothing to hide your tits.
He started a little gentler this time, kissing you slow, hips rolling deep – but the second you whispered “harder” against his ear, his hands wrapped around your throat without hesitation, and your legs were over his shoulders as he pounded into you to fuck the air out of your lungs.
And maaaybe – just maybe – you wanted more of his delicious cum.
So you begged for it, whimpering, “Come inside me again, please,” as you clenched around him, choking his delicious cock with every squeeze, milking him for everything he’s worth.
And now, you’re playing card games, nodding along to whatever inside joke Jimin just said – all while your head’s fixated on the sticky cum leaking down your thighs, your soaked panties being useless at this point.
You feel filthy, and still horny.
And across the room is your boyfriend, doing absolutely nothing to help except be a fucking tease – laughing while playing beer pong with Namjoon and Yoongi, his gaze flicking over to you from time to time, offering a wink or a smirk, hair damp with sweat, looking like a goddamn snack in that shirt and jeans.
And underneath it all is the same dick that pounded you two hours ago.
“Oh wow, YN, you’re so good at these card games – is this, like, a rich people thing?” Jimin teases, nudging you as you wipe the floor with everyone in a game everyone just learned but somehow became an instant party staple.
You flash him a grin, collecting your winnings.
It’s a game built on strategy, luck, and not giving away too much – things you’ve been dealing with since childhood.
So technically, yeah. Jimin’s not wrong.
“Who taught you these, YN?” the guy from your class asks – you’ve forgotten his name, but you’ve seen him around often – leaning in a little too close as he flicks one of your cards with a smirk.
You just smile politely, keeping your cards close to your face.
“Jimin taught me. It’s not that hard to learn, the rules are super straightforward.”
He chuckles, eyes dragging down your face.
“Easy for you to say. You’re smart. Bet you pick up anything quick.”
“Nah, it’s not that hard once you get the gist,” you say with a grin, placing down a pair of matching cards on the coffee table. Everyone groans.
You’ve been dropping combos all night – and with every turn, your cards keep getting fewer.
Which only means one thing: you’re about to win. Again.
“I actually don’t get it,” the guy says with a soft laugh, leaning closer like there’s not enough room at the table – which there absolutely is.
“You could probably teach me sometime... I learn better one-on-one.”
He nudges your knee with his again – subtle, but not really. He’s been trying to do that for the past hour.
You scoffed. “You’d probably get it faster if you actually focused on your cards, you know?”
He grins, tilting his head. “Can you blame me? I mean—” he gestures to your face. “How am I supposed to concentrate when that is sitting beside me?”
“I suggest you stop whatever you’re doing, Niki. Jungkook’s been glaring at us since you sat down – give YN a little space,” Jimin mutters, bored, like he’s not saying it out of concern for anyone, just out of truth, fanning out his cards after losing that round.
“I’m not doing anything.” He shrugs. “Just trying to be friendly with YN. She doesn’t usually come to these, right?”
“Yeah, say that to him,” Jimin scoffs, already dealing the cards to the five players gathered around the coffee table, his eyes flicking toward Jungkook.
And when you glance over, Jungkook’s already walking towards your table. Long strides. Smile gone. Jaw tight. Eyes glued to the guy sitting a little too comfortably next to you.
Seconds later, he’s behind you, leaning.
One arm snakes around your waist, pulling you into a warm, possessive bear hug.
His other hand slips under your hair as he angles your neck to press a long kiss to your skin.
You bite your lip to suppress a giggle – which, unfortunately, he takes as encouragement.
Because now his mouth is on yours, sucking your tongue like it’s the sweetest thing to ever exist.
It’s quick. But it’s deep.
And it leaves you very, very bothered.
And as the very bothered girlfriend, you figure it’s only fair to share the suffering – so you lean in close, lips brushing his ear, and whisper low enough for only him to hear:
“Your cum is dripping on me. You wanna fix your mess?”
And as the very good boyfriend he is, he doesn’t waste a fucking second.
His hand slides into yours, gentle but firm, pulling you to your feet calmly.
“She’s done playing for the night,” he says to Jimin.
Jimin doesn’t even look up – just sighs, shakes his head, and mumbles, “Yeah, figured,” while his eyes stay locked on his cards.
You both weave through the crowd upstairs, ducking past sweaty bodies, ignoring everyone, as he tugs you down the hall and into the one bathroom that, somehow, is miraculously empty.
And as soon as he locks the door, in less than a second, he’s on his knees.
He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t waste time undressing you.
He just shoves your dress up, yanks your panties to the side – and there it is – the mess he left inside you earlier, still glistening between your thighs.
He drawls a long, low “Fuuuuuuck,” then adds, politely:
“So sorry for leaving a mess… look what I did to you.”
And then that polite mouth is on your thigh, tongue tracing the sticky trail of his cum, lapping it up, reclaiming every drop.
He moves higher, hungrier – and when he finally reaches your core, his tongue devours.
“Messy little hole… still leaking for me,” he mutters between licks.
And maybe – just maybe – you need it more than he does.
Because your fingers are tangled in his hair, pulling tight, grinding his face deeper against your soaked pussy like you’re trying to fuse him to you.
And maybe he takes that as encouragement, because now he’s hooking one of your legs over his shoulder, opening you up wider, giving himself more room to feast.
And he feasts.
And after you come, he kisses you deep, makes you taste yourself on his tongue, before you unbutton his pants and pull out his leaking hardness, stroking him hungrily.
And maybe – just maybe – someone bangs on the bathroom door, probably needing to piss or puke or who knows.
But it’s hard to yell “occupied” when your mouth is already full – stretched around Jungkook’s thick, throbbing cock, your throat working to take him deeper, your jaw aching just the way he likes.
You look up at him through watery eyes, and he wipes your tears with his thumb – soft and tender even as he holds your head in place, telling you gently, between hisses and pants, how good of a girl you are, how you’re made just for him.
And maybe – just maybe – you love the thought of all your holes being filled with him, so you beg him to finish inside your mouth.
And when he does, you proudly show him what you earned on your tongue, before swallowing it all, never breaking eye contact.
And maybe – just maybe – that makes him short-circuit.
Because after he fills your mouth with his white, sticky cum in that tiny, humid bathroom, he drives you back to your dorm so he can properly fuck you.
And this time, he has you face down, ass up, his cock buried deep inside your swollen, tight little pussy – with his thumb in your tight little ass – making you feel completely full of him as he pants
“Mine, only mine.” over and over again.
As if he needs to say it.
As if anyone could actually compete.
As if anyone could take you.
What a silly guy, this guy, this Jungkook. ⛧
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Blaaaaayfhgggghhhhyhyhhy sorry im having withdrawals from WAAS I miss stressing out and I also love pain and yearning and regret I don’t like going into this weekend happy I WANT TO HURT
I read this in the middle of a client meeting at work and laughed so hard I had to turn my camera off omg??? you guys are actually the funniest what did I do to deserve youuuuuu I’m in love with all of you pls never leave me
are you ok???? pls be ok 😬
I’m so sorry omg please your girl is trying to finish the next ch it’s just a loooong one and work has been fucking crayyy
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When will next part of waas be out ?
heyy babes 😘 supposedly this week but work got super duper crazy, so if not this weekend then next week :)
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We Are All Sinners 06
Pairings: Jungkook x Reader
Summary: You left Jungkook and this town behind, but every visit pulls you back into his arms, chasing a high you can never leave behind.
Ratings: 18+ ONLY!!! MDNI!
Warnings: Explicit language, Mature Contents, angst, toxic relationships, unresolved feelings, infidelity, unprotected sex (please be safe)
Word Count: 4.2K
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MAIN MASTERLIST
THEN
Jungkook’s childhood bedroom was small and cozy, its walls plastered with faded posters of his favorite bands, Dragon Ball fanarts, and polaroids of his band and friends from high school.
His single bed was covered in a blue plaid bedsheet. The pillows didn’t match. One had flowers on it. The other had cartoon dinosaurs. It was painfully endearing.
It was your first time staying at his family’s house, your first full weekend there, even though you’d visited a few times before.
His mom had greeted you with warm hugs and too much food, Jin had made jokes at Jungkook's expense, and his dad had insisted you call him dad.
They were all laughter and random stories.
It felt like stepping into a different reality of home.
Their house is smaller, actually smaller than yours and your mom’s.
But somehow, it fits three bedrooms: one for his parents, one for Jin, and one for Jungkook.
Their house is smaller, actually smaller than yours and your mom’s.
So you wondered how such a small space could feel so overwhelmingly full.
Of warmth. Safety. Love.
Things you weren’t exactly used to.
“You’ll sleep here, love,” Jungkook said, dropping your overnight bag onto his bed.
He moved to the window and pulled the curtains open, letting the late afternoon sun spill into the room. A breeze slipped in with it, fresh with the scent of pine and cut grass.
You stood there for a second, trying to take it all in.
You’d told your mom you were staying over at a friend’s house from uni.
Which wasn’t a lie.
Jungkook was your friend at university.
He was also everything else you didn’t dare mention anymore.
You’d stopped bringing Jungkook up around her a long time ago.
She never had anything kind to say, especially on the bad days, which were happening more often now.
“He’ll drag you down. Waste your potential. Keep you locked in this town to rot.”
Then came the line you’d heard too many times to count:
“I didn’t claw my way up and marry into that family just so you’d throw it all away for some boy. You’re your father’s only daughter. You need to go take your place in that family. You were meant for something grand.”
You sat on Jungkook's bed and ran your fingers over the soft cotton blanket.
“Where are you sleeping?” you asked.
“Couch in the living room,” he muttered, joining you with a little dramatic sigh. “Jin snores loudly these days. I’d rather sleep on the couch than torture myself in his room.”
“Aww, poor baby. You're gonna survive out there alone?” you reach to fix his already neat hair.
He pouted, giving you a look. “Nope. I’m gonna suffer. Dreaming of you.”
You grinned. “Your mom doesn’t want us sleeping together?”
Jungkook snorted.
“She said the bed’s too small for two people. I told her I’d sleep on the floor and she glared at me….”
“...I mean, she definitely knows we sleep together. She knows we crash at each other’s dorms all the time... and yeah, probably knows we fuck like rabbits.” He shrugged, totally unbothered.
You smacked his shoulder, eyes wide. “What do you mean she knows we fuck like rabbits?!”
“She saw hickeys or scratches on my chest, like, multiple times. I told her it was insect bites, but come on, what kind of insect bites leave teeth marks?!” He shrugged. “Pretty sure that’s why she’s separating us now. Her house, her rules.”
You groaned, burying your face in your hands.“OMG. You need to control yourself then.”
Jungkook turned toward you, pointing at himself. “Me? Control myself? You’re the one who went werewolf on me!”
Then he leaned in, in that mocking and whiny voice, “Okay, but don’t come crawling into the living room at 2am whispering, ‘Jungkook, please, I need you.’”
He added a few fake obnoxious moans and you burst out laughing and smacked him with a pillow.
“I don’t sound like that!”
He was cackling, grabbing your waist before you could scoot away.
“No, you don’t, baby,” he said, grinning.
“Yours was hot. But even if you did sound like that– your moans alone could make me bust on the spot.”
Your jaw dropped.
“Jungkook! Oh my god! Your mom’s literally in the next room!”
He just shrugged, then pouted.
“No one talks about the burden of dating the hottest girl alive. No one understands my pain.”
You rolled your eyes, but a smug smile tugged at your lips.
You glanced around, trying to shake off the throbbing between your thighs, thanks to his innocent eyes and slippery mouth.
Then, you noticed the corkboard on the wall– pinned with colorful, messy sketches. Some done in ballpoint pen, others in watercolor.
All Jungkook’s.
But what caught your eye wasn’t a drawing.
It was a test paper.
Your test paper.
“Wait…what’s this? This was mine in highschool!”
Jungkook’s head snapped up.
His face flushed instantly, and he scrambled to stand like he’d been caught doing something illegal.
You walked closer and leaned in to inspect it. It was your paper– your handwriting, your answers, your neat little score circled at the top.
And at the bottom, was a sketch of you.
Drawn in black pen. Delicate, careful lines forming your side profile.
It was a little messy, so you could tell he’d rushed it judging by the quick, uneven lines, but the details were on point. The little strands of hair, the slope of your nose, even the way your lips curved when you weren’t smiling.
And right underneath, was a signature:
Jeon Jungkook ♡♡♡
You stood there, stomach twisting into one of those little dances.
You turned to him, biting back your smile, holding the paper. “I didn’t know you did this. When exactly did you draw it?”
Jungkook scratched the side of his nose, clearly flustered, eyes darting toward the window like he was considering jumping out of it.
“I– yeah.” he muttered, clearing his throat. “First time I got assigned to check your paper.”
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
“I don’t know… I just ended up sketching you. Absentmindedly. Then I got shy and didn’t return your test paper cause of the drawing. I didn’t want you to think I was a creep or something.”
He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, and you couldn’t help the smile pulling at your lips.
You turned to face him, grinning. “How long did you have a crush on me before we started talking?”
He groaned. “We’ve talked about this.”
“Still wanna hear it.”
He sighed, and he was smiling shyly, but he still continued.
“Your first day. When the teacher introduced you as a transfer student. You walked in, stood in front of the class, and I swear, I forgot how to breathe. Jimin called me a mouth breather for like, a week. Said I looked like I was buffering…
You giggled.
He continued. “Then you said your name, and I thought… it sounded just as pretty as your face.”
You pressed your nose to his neck, warmth bubbling in your chest. You never got tired of hearing this, even though he’d told you a hundred times before.
“But you still haven’t told me when you started liking me. You always say you don’t exactly remember, but I wanna know too,” he whined, pulling back just enough to pout at you.
“I seriously don’t remember,” you said with a laugh. “But I started noticing you when you were being stupid with Jimin and the others. You were so annoying. Like… loud.”
Jungkook gasped, looking offended. “I was trying to get your attention! You looked really sad!”
You grinned. “But I thought you were really cute… especially when you smile."
He straightened his shoulders, that shit-eating grin spreading across his face as he narrowed his eyes at you.
“But when did you start liking me, huh? Was it when you saw me perform on stage the first time and realized how hot I was? Or… wait, was it when I topped that exam? Be honest.”
You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Why do you need to know so badly?”
“I need it for my ego, pleasepleaseplease,” he whined dramatically, eyes pleading like a puppy. “I need to know.”
“I don’t know when it happened exactly,” you said, voice soft and tender. “It just… snuck up on me. Maybe during one of those lunch breaks where you pack extra lunch for me. Or those walks home after class, when you'd wait for me even if I was late. Or maybe… when I saw you doodling in the back of your notebook. Little sketches of animals in class, and you’d sign them with tiny hearts…”
Jungkook’s eyes widened, surprised. “You noticed that? My doodles? I never showed anyone...”
“Of course I did.”
You leaned in closer to rest your chin on his chest. “How could I not?”
The rest of the day was full of laughter and food, and Jungkook being relentlessly mom-handled at every turn.
After dinner, his mom proudly showed you her indoor plants, beaming as she pointed at her thriving Fiddle-leaf fig. “Jin helped me set this up,” she said sweetly, patting his arm. “Since he’s the one who actually makes time to visit.”
“That’s not fair, he got time since he graduated and has a full-time job now,” Jungkook muttered, clearly offended.
Jin, of course, just closed his eyes, smiled, and nodded slowly.
Then she turned to you, resting a light hand on your arm. “Sweetheart, you’re going to be comfortable in Jungkook’s room alone, yes?”
“Yes,” you nodded politely, trying not to combust on the spot.
“I know our home’s a little smaller and simpler, not as fancy as what you might be used to, but I do hope you’ll feel comfortable while you’re here.”
“Oh, no, you have a beautiful home. It’s warm and so comfortable. I’m truly grateful to be here, and I hope I’m not causing any trouble.” You said with a small, polite smile.
You let out a soft, nervous laugh, fingers gently fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve.
“No, sweetheart, you’re welcome anytime!” She gave your arm a gentle pat, eyes crinkling with kindness. “We’re so happy to have you here. Don’t ever feel like you’re a bother.”
She then turned to Jungkook, eyes narrowing.
“Jungkook, don’t you dare bother her. Be a good host and let our guest be comfortable in your room.”
You and Jungkook exchanged a look– just a split-second glance.
But it was enough.
“Mom,” Jin pointed dramatically, “I saw them look at each other. I think they’re planning something. Like… tonight. When everyone is asleep!”
His mom whipped her head around so fast you heard her neck pop. “Jungkook! I told you– control yourself! Be respectful! You both graduate first before any nonsense, you hear me?”
Jungkook leaned into you and whispered, “She said graduation before fornication,” before throwing his head back in laughter. But it was loud enough for everyone to hear.
You shot him the sharpest glare you could muster, which, admittedly, wasn’t very effective given that everyone else at the table was already cackling, except his mom.
You didn’t know what to do, so you did what anyone would in that moment: laughed nervously and hoped your face wasn’t too red.
And then, of course, his dad, the quiet one, the calm one in the house who rarely spoke, joined in to say “That was a good one.”
It was past 1 am and the house was dead quiet—except for the faint hum of the fridge, the soft snoring from his parents’ room, and maybe from Jin’s down the hall.
You’d been tossing and turning for what felt like forever. Scrolled through your phone. Checked your texts. Checked the pictures you took today. Nothing worked.
And then—
A text.
From your boyfriend.
Who is in the living room, literally just right outside this bedroom.
“Babe.”
“Baby.”
“Love.”
“🥺”
“😫”
You didn’t reply.
You already knew what was running through your boyfriend’s head.
And honestly? His mom’s not wrong.
You really do fuck like rabbits.
You try to be subtle, you really do, but it’s hard to control. Especially when he looks that hot, which, by the way, is all the time.
And he’s always touching you.
Always.
Sometimes it’s innocent, like your knees just barely brushing, or his hand on your thigh.
Other times, it’s full-blown: arms wrapped around you, pulling you on his lap.
Even around your friends.
He’s never shy about it.
And at this point, his bandmates and your friend group have stopped teasing.
You were really trying to behave. Like really, really trying to be the respectful, proper guest his mom would adore.
You know, the type who sleeps early, doesn’t sneak around…
But then–
Creeeaak.
The door opened slowly, quietly, suspiciously.
You panicked.
Shoved your phone under the pillow, and pretended to sleep.
You cracked one eye open.
You can still see clearly, thanks to the streetlamp outside, and the moonlight.
There was a figure crawling– literally crawling– across the floor.
You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing. He looked like a komodo dragon.
“Love?” Jungkook whispered softly.
You stayed still, trying to suppress your laughter.
"Baby, are you asleep?" he whispered, so quietly you could barely hear him.
You cracked your eyes open and saw his face right at your level, him kneeling beside the bed.
“How can I sleep if you’re here?” your voice somewhere between a whisper and a panic. “Oh my god, your mom is literally going to kill us!”
"Baby, I'm begging you. Please. I can't do it anymore," he hissed, voice cracked, forehead pressed to the mattress like he was in pain.
You blinked at him deeply confused. "Why, babe, what’s going o—"
"No, no, listen– " he scrambled up, grabbing your hands. "I can’t even jack off anymore, I swear–" He looked genuinely distressed.
"I tried, baby. On the couch. I tried not to think about it. But the thought of you in my bed–MY bed, where I would literally fall asleep in high school imagining you… I tried to take care of it, I promise, but my hand’s not you. It’s not even close. Nothing’s fucking close–"
You choked on a laugh, shoving his shoulder. "Jungkook, your whole family is literally–"
"I’ll be quiet!" he whispered back urgently, his hands already crawling up your stomach with trembling fingers. "I swear to God, I’ll be so fucking quiet, baby. Please. I won’t even breathe."
You snickered and rolled your eyes, but you cupped his face and kissed him gently.
“Okay.”
He whined. Actually whined.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou," he mumbled, breathless, in between kisses, already moving to crawl on top of you.
The bed creaked beneath both your bodies, too small for this, but neither of you cared.
You were still giggling when his mouth found yours, slow, deep kisses that swallowed every sound, every inch of hesitation.
His hands slipped under the blanket, pushing your pajama shorts and panties down to your knees. Then his sweats followed, low enough to free his cock, hard, leaking.
He spat into his palm, slicked himself up, and then slowly, he pushed in.
And you opened your legs wider, wider, to let him in.
His mouth moved to your neck, lips finding that one spot– the one that always made you roll your eyes. Then he sucked gently, and you arched into him with a quiet gasp, fingers clutching at his shirt.
And once he was finally inside, he started to move. Slowly. Deeply.
It was torturous. He kept hissing through clenched teeth with every movement.
“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me,” he whispered against your ear, breath ragged.
You bit your lip hard, trying to muffle the moan rising in your throat.
He picked up the pace, just slightly, but even then, the soft sound of skin meeting skin began to echo too loudly in the small, quiet room.
“Shit, sorry baby,” he muttered in frustration, pulling out and shifting beside you on the bed.
Sorry? Was he sorry for pulling out? For making a noise?
You hadn’t even noticed he made a sound.
You were too busy choking on your own pleasure to notice anything else. He just felt too fucking good.
Then he guided you gently onto your side, your back pressing flush against his chest. One arm slipped beneath your neck, the other curled around your chest, fingers sliding under your shirt, holding you close, anchoring you.
He slid into you again, this time from behind, with your legs pressed together.
He began to move– not too fast, not too slow. Just deep. Just right.
And it made your whole body shiver.
You felt everything– his thickness, his hardness.
And you felt his pain too– his muffled groans and his teeth on your neck.
You exhaled—too loud.
His hand flew up to cover your mouth gently, and he chuckled into your ear, still moving with that same steady rhythm.
“Shhh, baby. Gotta keep it low,” he whispered, his smile audible in his voice.
He didn’t change his pace.
And you could feel it building, right there.
He was hitting that spot– the spot– that made your eyes roll back and your legs tense.
Your fingers curled tight around the arm covering your mouth, nails digging into his skin as your body pressed back into him on instinct.
You were close.
So close.
“Jungkook, baby” you gasped, voice barely a breath as his hand pressed firmly over your mouth, “you’re gonna make me come just like t-that—”
“I know, baby. You’re squeezing me so tight,” he murmured against your ear. “You gonna cum for me, hmm?”
He sucked gently on your earlobe, tongue flicking, making you shiver.
You nodded.
God, it was so hard to stay quiet like this, especially with the way he was fucking you: steady and deep, all while trying not to make a sound.
“You gonna be quiet for me?”
You nodded again.
“Promise?” He smiled through a whisper.
You nodded again, suppressing a whine that sounded like a gasp.
His hand slipped from your mouth, trailing down your body like familiar territory he knew by heart, until it gripped your ass, lifting you just enough so he could fuck into you harder, deeper, rougher.
And the other hand– previously tucked beneath your neck– slid up to cover your mouth again, then he leaned in and whispered,
“Be a good girl and come for me.”
And you do—just like that.
Like being struck by lightning.
Then his thrusts turned erratic and messy, until he spilled inside you, leaving you both shaking in the aftermath.
And he made love again to you again after that– twice more, maybe three– slowly, reverently, like a quiet thief in the dark, stealing nothing but soft gasps and broken whimpers.
Maybe it was your begging, “Don’t stop,” or maybe it was him, pleading, “Just one more.”
Until he was spent.
Until you were sore. Until you were left full—utterly, achingly—of him.
NOW
Dessert is finally served, and for a moment, you almost feel relieved that this dinner is almost over.
You’ve spent the last ten minutes fixating on the chandelier above. Baccarat, probably. Worth a small country. You wonder if staring at it long enough could spare you from the weight of eye contact.
Your aunt– your father’s eldest sister– had summoned everyone for what she called “an intimate family dinner.”
She’s spent the entire meal recounting her son’s recent accomplishments, all whilst maintaining effortless poise, flawless posture, and rehearsed laughter.
Apparently, he’s taken up fencing. French. Sculpture. A director of the family company now, of course. Finally.
“I’m just so pleased that my son has been finally appointed Director.” she began, her voice silky, spoon elegantly swirling her panna cotta. “Frankly, it was long overdue. I was actually quite surprised YN got promoted before him.”
Your father sets down his fork with a deliberate click. “YN earned that promotion. Three years in the department, from the ground-up. She’s been hands-on in operations, she understands the business.”
Your aunt smiles. “Of course. Still, my son was groomed for this company since he could walk. That kind of legacy matters.”
Then she turns to you, still smiling. “Now, YN, darling– bless your heart–- ”
then, she turns to your father, who sits stoic as ever, unmoved,
“–-spent most of her years in a small provincial town with her mother. A very... different background.”
Your father shifts beside you. His jaw clenches, but he says nothing.
You place your spoon down, dabbing your lips with the napkin even though you’ve barely touched the dessert.
“Yet, here we are– both Directors.” You set your spoon down, folding your napkin with care. “Perhaps the board understands that the company runs on competence, not inheritance.”
You offer them the sweetest smile you’ve managed all week.
Your father clears his throat but doesn’t look up, eyes fixed on his plate.
Across the table, your aunt’s smile doesn’t falter—but her head tilts ever so slightly, and you catch the faint twitch of a nerve pulsing at her neck.
“You always did have a flair for theatrics,” she says, voice smooth as polished glass. “Just like your mother.”
You lift your glass, take a slow sip, and set it down gently.
“Yes,” you reply, tone soft but firm. “And like my mother, I will never to let anyone speak over me. Even at their own dinner table.”
The smile she gives you this time doesn’t reach her eyes.
Your father speaks then—low, firm. “That’s enough.”
You don’t argue. You simply smile again.
“Please excuse me,” you say, rising gracefully. “I’d like to use the ladies’ room.”
Your chair slides back without a sound. You don’t hurry. You don’t look back.
You take your time– too much time, probably. But you couldn’t care less.
You smooth a palm over your skirt. Check your teeth. Reapply gloss. Powder your nose.
Just one more minute with these people and you swear you’ll lose your sanity. You’re this close to snapping– to flipping the entire dinner table and giving them a real taste of that “provincial girl” they love to whisper about.
You roll your eyes so hard it’s a miracle they don’t get stuck.
You step out, heels clicking against cold marble, and walk straight toward the garden exit.
To get some air.
You push the glass door open and step into the crisp night air.
You nearly trip when you spot another figure already occupying the beautifully curated garden– lean and impossibly elegant in a brown suit that hugs him perfectly.
Cigarette in hand, smoke curling like silk around his long fingers.
He looks up as if he’s been expecting you.
“YN,” he says, voice velvet and deep.
You inhale sharply. “Taehyung.”
“How’s my favorite cousin?” he drawls, eyes twinkling. “Had fun at the quarterly Hunger Games?”
You exhale. “Eventful, as always.”
“Damn, I should’ve sat through it. Who was the tribute this year?”
“You're looking at her.”
“Oof,” he winces playfully. “Did you win?”
You smirk, eyes narrowing slightly. “I don’t know. Why don’t you go inside and check? Which reminds me– you’ve been suspiciously MIA from these family dinners for a while now.”
Taehyung takes a slow drag, eyes glinting. “Well, God forbid a man work hard and honest, running his own law firm.”
You roll your eyes, but there's a trace of admiration behind it.
“I envy you, Tae. Not everyone has the balls to stand on their own... to go against the current and completely ignore their parents’ expectations to fall in line and join the family business.”
He huffs a laugh, flicking ash. “Free will exists, cousin. You should try it sometime.”
You give him a defensive look.
“When you realize you have that,” he says, “you’ll stop trying to be the daughter they want– and start being the person you want to be. Including not forcing yourself into a loveless marriage.”
“I want it,” you snap, too quickly. “It may be loveless, for now. But there’s respect.”
Taehyung lets out a quiet, almost sad laugh.
“Is there?” he asks, glancing at you. “Because I keep thinking about that guy. The one back in your hometown.”
“What? How did you–” Your stomach tightens.
“It’s a small town, YN,” he says calmly. “People talk. You know that better than anyone."
You hug yourself.
“I was there long enough to hear things,” he says, flicking ash from his cigarette. “What can I say? In this line of work, you pick things up easily. And staying there, sorting through your mom’s house… it wasn’t hard to connect the dots.”
You glare at him, searching for a retort, anything to shut him down. But your mind blanks.
You hate that it blanks.
He takes another drag of cigarette, exhaling the smoke upward.
“Do yourself a favor, dear cousin. Be still, just for a moment. And ask yourself, honestly: Is this what you want? Not what your mom wants. Not what your dad expects. You. What do you want?”
You open your mouth.
Then close it.
“You don’t have to say it out loud,” he says gently. “But whatever popped into your head just now... that’s your answer.”
You blink, stunned at how much you suddenly want to cry. Or scream.
“This is what I want." you manage.
Taehyung nods.
“Okay. I just hope you’re chasing what you want…not what you’ve been taught to want.”
A beat.
“Regret’s a patient ghost, YN. It always waits for the quiet.”
And with that, he exhales smoke into the night before flicking the cigarette to the ground.
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Heyy
So in we are all sinners .. in the flashbacks ( I think from the 3rd part onwards ) we can see glimpses of jk being into rough nsfw … I was wondering if we could also get yearning soft dom jk that’s still possessive but just a little more intentional :) can’t wait for the next part !!!
heyyy there!
hmmm… i think the recent chapter is a little less rough?? maybe??? i think? idk let me know hehe
i’ll try to add more of these moments in, but we’re like… 2 chapters away from the end lol 😭 so we shall seeeee
thanks for reading 💖 mwah!
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