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HIIEUSI WAS WHHEE HI SIS I WAS WONDERING U COULD DO ARCADE FF WITH HEESEUNG ?
Omg girl I haven’t had time to write a damn thing yet and my drafts are piling up. But moots take TOP priority and I try to respond to asks as fast as possible. Anywaysss here you go and I hope u enjoy 🩷
Ride Me ~ L.HS
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pairing: Heeseung!bf x Reader!gf| wc: 1k | summary: Things take a steamy turn after your boyfriend shows you his new at-home arcade setup. | cw: 🔞MDNI!! unprotected sex, cumshots, fingering, clit stimulation, pet names [daddy, good girl, baby] <- 100% Heeseung coded [porn with a plot] Enjoy :)
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“Well babe, what do you think?” Heeseung asked as he uncovered your eyes revealing the mass gaming setup. “I figured I’d use this more than the theater room,” he ruffled his hands through his hair, anxiously waiting for you to respond.
“It looks great, but I’m gonna miss our little movie nights under the blankets,” you smiled as you walked up to one of the machines.
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You clicked a few of the large buttons, anticipating a pixelated image to flash across the screen. “Umm, how do you turn this thing on?” You asked as nothing seemed to work.
Heeseung placed his hand on the edge beside you, trapping you beneath him as he reached down to flick a power switch. You felt his weight slightly press you against the machine as he did this.
“I must’ve forgotten to turn this one on,” he met your eyes through his shaggy hair. Something about that state felt off, but maybe it was just you so you brushed off the feeling and proceeded to look at the other games he had.
A zombie survival simulator that came with 4 guns.
A claw machine filled with plushes.
A retro fighting game.
And a two player motorcycle game.
Eager to try this one out, you climbed onto the bike.
“Of all the stuff you just saw, im surprised this is the one you wanted to play,” Heeseung tilted his head.
“Yeah, well, I like racing games. Stuff like MarioKart, y’know,” Heeseung watched as you struggled to reach the coin slot from your seat. The opening sat just out of your reach.
Your tits pressed up against the leather as your cheek meshed with cold material.
"Let me help you," Heeseung whispered in your ear as he reached over to insert the coin. You felt him pushing himself up against you from behind which sent butterflies through your stomach.
You went to the loading screen and customized your bike, "If you wanna play, there's another bike," you said as you noticed your boyfriend was still straddled on the bike behind you. His hands gripped the back of the seat as he sat there with his legs spread open.
You had a bad habit of staring at the print in his pants, didn't matter if he was hard or soft. You craved to feel him inside of you.
"I know, but I wanna see how you ride," he smirked as he grabbed your hips, quickly jerking your hips backward.
Feeling the heat rush to your face you continued to start up the game. You chose a Tokyo map because of the neon cityscape terrain at night time. Though you tried your best to stay focused you couldn't shake the feeling of Heeseung sitting behind you like this.
"San, ni, ichi...sutato," the automated female voice called out as tri-colored traffic lights flashed across the screen. The aggressive rumble from the bike startled you as it took off.
You felt as Heeseung squeezed your hips again before leaning against you. You nearly crashed as his touch caught you off guard.
"Be careful baby," he said before placing a kiss on your neck.
"I-I'm trying. But you keep distracting me," you stuttered.
"Am I really that distracting," he asked as he slipped his hands around your thighs, squeezing and pulling at the flesh.
"Ngh," you groaned. "Yes, you are."
"Oh, but you like it when I touch you like this. Don't you?" Heeseung grinded his hips against you.
"Mmm," you moaned as you felt his budge pressing into you. "H-heeseung," you said letting out a soft breath.
"Keep driving baby. If you come in first place, I'll give you a little treat," he hummed as he reached his fingers in between your folds. Your growing wetness slowly seeped through the fabric of your panties.
"Ngh!" you huffed as he massaged your clit through your shorts.
He continued to tease you as you struggled to finish the race, barely coming in first after finding a shortcut.
As the gold star shot across the screen, Heeseung hummed a raspy "Good girl," in your ear before helping you out of your shorts.
At this point, you were only wearing your hot pink thong--something you knew Heeseung loved to use. "Show me that pretty little pussy of yours," he bit his lip as you pulled the small fabric to the side, exposing your wet folds.
He smiled as he palmed himself before pulling his veiny cock out only to glide it between your slimy lips and tease your sensitive bead with his tip.
You whimpered as you began pushing yourself against his hard dick, eagerly trying to force it inside.
He halted your movements by gripping the inside of your thighs, spreading your legs more, before telling you to "ride Daddy's dick like the good girl I know you are."
Immediately after he said those words, he shoved his dick deep inside of you, causing you to let out a sharp groan. "Fuck," he winced. "You're still so fucking tight," he said slowly pumping his cock into you. "Ngh," he moaned before leaning forward to kiss your neck as your ragged breathing filled his ear. "You sound so fucking sexy when you're taking my dick like this," he pecked your cheek as you finally adjusted to his length.
You started to grind into your boyfriend, stuffing his cock deeper into you as he held you from your waist. "That's it, baby, just like that," his words encouraged you to pick up the speed as he pulled your lips into his, gripping your throat.
He turned you over and fucked you from the back as your tits pressed up against the leather. You clenched around him as he let out a groan. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he gritted through his teeth before 3 long, hard thrusts. You felt his warm seed spill into you and drip out as you came with him. Fortunately, your panties caught the majority of the spill.
Exhausted, you laid across the bike as Heeseung kissed your shoulders.
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sanjithesimp · 2 days
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he can infodump so deep inside me I'll have trivia running down my leg
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sanjithesimp · 2 days
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It’s not over
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Pairing: possessive! Ex-boyfriend! Jungkook x fem!reader
Summary: Seems like the story with your ex was not over yet.
Warnings: smut, makeout, humping, fingering, dirty talk, little degradation, public sex, sex in the restroom, somebody hearing you two, he calls oc a bitch,
Wc: 2,200+
Note: this is my first time writing smut, let me know if I could do anything better. I wanna improve myself. Also the character “sehun” is not supposed to represent anybody. He’s just an imaginary character. I left the ending open cause I don’t know how to end it 😭 not proofread!!
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“Thank you.” You smile at the boy, sehun, as he pulls out the chair for you.
You’re on a date with him. He’s your work friend who’s had a crush on you for a looongg time.
When he got to know you broke up with your ex- boyfriend—Jungkook— he could finally ask you out but you rejected him because you weren’t ready to be in a new relationship yet. After a few months— 3 exactly— you decided to give in and have one date with sehun.
He’s not really your type but you’re giving it a chance because, why not? Jungkook wasn’t your type either and you two dated for two and a half year.
Jungkook knows what he wants, he’s bold, can be a asshole sometimes, is a pervert, only thinks with his dick… and the list goes on.
But on the other hand he is very sweet, caring, funny and cute!
But dating him was…. different.
He is really possessive and gets jealous easily which results in you two having angry sex.
But you still loved him…… until he got too much and you decided you two are better off alone.
Jungkook was heartbroken and tried getting back with you but you stood your ground. He would buy you gifts and flowers. Come to your work at lunchtime and try to take you out. You remember one time it was raining like crazy and he was outside of your house on his knees, begging you to take him back, and promised to be better.
You were stubborn and didn’t give in because you knew he wouldn’t change.
A month ago he stopped all of this and finally left you alone. You’re not going to lie you do miss him but it’s better this way.
“So, what do you want to order?” Sehun sweetly smiles at you and holds your hand which is on the table.
You smile back and hope he doesn’t notice you’re uncomfortable with him touching you like that, “The steak sounds good. I think I’ll order that.”
“I heard the steak here is the best!” He smiles, you smile back. He has a cute smile!
After he placed both orders, he tried to start a conversation with you as you were not trying to bother to start one.
It hurt him because he knows you’re not like that. You talk a lot but he just assumed you were in a bad mood.
“I’m sorry, I just feel weird.” You apologize noticing his uneasy state.
“Why? What’s wrong?” He’s so sweet, you feel bad for behaving like that.
“It’s nothing, just a weird feeling.” He nods, not questioning you further.
After the drinks arrived, you gulped down the water and almost spit it all out.
Jungkook was here.
He was smirking when you looked at him with shock and fear in your eyes. He was sitting a few tables away from you.
He head skinny jeans on, hugging his thick thighs. He is wearing his usual combat boots, a black shirt with a leather jacket. He is wearing many jewelry’s like rings, chains, bracelets and not to forget his piercings. Silver hoops adorn his ear on both sides, his hair is parted in the middle and don’t hide his eyebrow piercing. Looking down you notice two lip rings. Oh god.
His smirks widens at you checking him out like that. He still has that effect on you.
“I-I need to use the bathroom.” You cut him off and leave, not waiting for a response.
You enter the bathroom and enter a stall.
“Shit! What do I do!? Why is he here?? Ugh!” You groan in frustration.
After a month of leaving you and giving you hope he’s leaving you alone, he comes back?!
The bathroom door gets opened and from under the stall you see…. black combat boots….. he whistles noticing the restroom is completely empty, except you hiding somewhere.
He whistles louder and opens the first stall door. Empty. He slams it back shut and opens the next one. Empty. He slams it back shut and opens the next one. Empty again. He slams it shut. He keeps going until he is in front of the stall in which you are in.
He whistles even louder.
“Oh, baby.” He laughs. “Open the door. Wanna talk to you.”
“No, are you crazy? You can’t just come into the ladies room like that!”
“Calm down, nobody’s here… except us, so open the door while I’m asking nicely.”
You take a deep breath and open the door, “Look, you have to go, we’re over.” You try to make him understand.
“You decided that! You didn’t give me any chance to prove myself! You just told me that right of the bat and left without hearing me out first!”
He takes a step closer, standing in the doorway now.
“You just gave up on our relationship— our love— like that! You didn’t give us a chance. You didn’t give me a chance to prove myself, I’ve changed!”
He takes another step.
“Why don’t we give us another chance?” He now speaks in a softer voice, trying to convince you. “I will forget about that little boy waiting outside, yeah baby?”
“If you choose to come with me now, all is forgotten baby. I’ll treat you dinner after that we go to my place and I’ll fuck the daylights out of you, yeah?”
You roll your eyes at him. “You’re only thinking with your dick right now, Jungkook!” You push him back. “I have had enough! I don’t want to be with you! Why can’t you understand!?” You yell at him.
He clicks his tongue, “i have had enough too, you know? You’re acting like a bitch right now, you know that? I’m trying to save our relationship and you’re acting like some stupid bitch.” He takes a step closer and closes the stall door with his foot.
He pulls you closer by your waist. “Why can’t you understand? It’s simple, I want you, you want me.”
“It’s not that simple. You act like a possessive controlling freak. And I’ve had enough of it.”
“I don’t want to be with yo—“
He slams you against the wall and smashes his lips against yours, kissing the life out of you. You try pushing him but he’s too strong.
“What do you even see in him, huh?” Jungkook mumbles against your lips, “bet he can’t even satisfy you,” he chuckles darkly, “can’t even protect you, like I do.” He kisses you again, “can’t make you laugh like I do.”
Your lips and his lips are swollen from all the kissing, he smirks at the sight, “you look so pretty,” he smiles, “you even dressed up…. for him.” His smile drops.
“It’s a date, did you expect me to come in sweatpants and a torn shirt?” You state the obvious, in a duh tone.
“No, I expected you to not come to this date at all. We’re not finished, how can you start dating after 4 months? Did the two and a half years mean nothing to you?” You can tell he’s hurt by your actions.
You feel……guilty?
You do love him, but it was getting too much for you.
“I changed. I really did, baby. Give me a chance and I’ll prove myself to you.” He sounds sincere.
He closes the space between you two and gently kisses you, holding your head in his large hands. This time you kiss back, lost in the pleasure.
He moves his head down and starts sucking on your neck. Soon his gentle sucking turns into harsh biting, you moan at the feeling. He makes sure to mark your whole neck, so everyone knows who you belong to. Especially sehun.
“Fuck,” Jungkook mutters, “you smell so good.” Jungkook come back up and pecks your lips before telling you to jump which you do. You wrap your legs around his waist and give him a squeeze, “want you.” You whine, Jungkook clicks his tongue, “oh? Now you want me?”
“You wanted me to beg, baby? Is that it?”
Your core is right above his hard cock. You start humping and moan in delight, “feels good, baby?” He chuckles into your ear.
He presses his hand firmly on your clothed pussy, “I can already feel you drippin’ for me.”
He slaps your count making you wince. He torns your panties, you gasp, “they were expensive!”
“Don’t worry I’ll buy that pair a hundred times.” He mumbles before leaning in to kiss you. In the kiss he slaps your bare pussy causing you to gasp and grip his shoulders tighter, your arousal is on his hand.
He uses the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth and explore it. He sucks on your tongue and moans.
He circles your hole and abruptly pushes a finger in. He knows you like being fingered while he is wearing rings, sometimes it hurts but that adds to the pleasure. The mix of pain and pleasure is just too good.
You hide your face in his neck, “s- so good!” You moan, “yeah? You like that?” He says in a husky voice.
“You like it hard, don’t you? You filthy slut.” You whine at his words, getting more turned on. He sinks another finger in.
His wrist flicks up, fingers going in and out of you at a fast pace, “want more,” you bite his neck to quieten your moans, “more?” He asks you, you nod, “please.” You beg.
Jungkook likes being in control and having you beg for him, turns him on and boosts his ego.
“Please, what baby? What do you want?”
“Want you in me,” he leaves little kisses on the side of your face, “Yeah? want my cock in you?” He whispers in your ear.
You nod, your mouth parting from the pleasure. Jungkook chuckles at your state.
Just as you’re about to come, he pulls away, “I was about to,” you don’t finish your sentence as you whine. Jungkook lazily smiles, “I’m gonna give you something better.”
You unwrap your legs around him and stand on your own legs. He pushes his pants down along with his underwear after unzipping his pants. You drool at the sight of his hard, thick, veiny cock.
You drop to your knees, ready to suck him off. But Jungkook stops you, “As much as I would like to have my cock in your mouth, I don’t have the patience to wait anymore.”
He pulls you up by your shoulder and slams his cock into you, he swallows your moans and screams by kissing you. He doesn’t move, letting you adjust to his size.
“Fuck, baby! You’re so tight.”
He starts moving slow, letting you feel all of him. “Faster,” you plead.
He starts going faster and smacks your asscheek before groping it and giving it a good squeeze.
Meanwhile, sehun is sitting at the table wondering why you’re taking so long. He decides to look for you, “maybe she needs help? or something happened!?” He gasps, standing up and making his way to the restroom.
“Should I go in? No, I can’t.” He talks with himself.
Meanwhile you’re having one of the best fucks ever, Jungkook grips your chin and leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lips.
“Did she leave? No, no, her purse is still here.” Sehun talks with himself, earning glances from people but he doesn’t care, “is she taking a poop? That long?”
“Jungkook im sorry,” you apologize and he starts laughing, he throws his head back, “now you’re sorry? Once you get this cock your brain starts thinking? Aren’t you a pathetic little slut?”
You whine loud at his words. You know he doesn’t intend to hurt you with his words.
“Will you come back to me now?”
Tears start rolling down your tears, you nod. He smirks, “all it took was a fuck?” He laughs at you, mocking you.
“Y/n?” A gentle knock is heard.
You widen your eyes and jungkook doesn’t stop thrusting into you. He slowed down his pace tho.
“Y/n , are you in there? Are you okay? Did something happen?” Jungkook rolls his eyes at him and you shoot him a glare, before you’re able to speak Jungkook starts thrusting into you fast, skin clapping sounds resonating of the walls.
You moan loudly and sehun widens his eyes and quickly leaves. Not just the door but the restaurant.
He saw Jungkook earlier but thought it’s coincidence that your ex boyfriend is also here. But seeing him follow you after you went to the restroom was weird. He had a feeling something was fishy and he was right. Guess your story with your ex boyfriend didn’t end yet.
“That’s right, baby. Let him know who you belong to.” You moan louder, “good girl.” He praises you.
“Just like that. Good.” He grunts.
You’re too lost in all the pleasure, forgetting your date.
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sanjithesimp · 2 days
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i love when a pretty girl who’s obviously weird as fuck follows me
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admiring from afar
characters: jeon jungkook x female reader.
summary: you owed a friend a favour, a favour which entailed a blind date. but the catch, it was only blind on your side.
genre/rating: strangers to lovers au (?), blind date au with a lil angst. a lil fluff. and a lot of smut (minors do not interact). 18+
word count: 10.1k
warnings: very awkward first encounter, jk is slightly obsessed, mentions of heartbreak and insecurities, oh so v dramatic, mature language, a lil cheesy romance, and very passionate sex. smut warnings (18+): body worship, slight dom/sub dynamics, soft dom!jk, oral (fem and male recieving), fingering, so much praise, dirty talk, very intimate, lots of kissing, biting/marking, overstimulation, protected sex, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, power play, manhandling, needy!jk, lots of cum, and aftercare <3
a/n: hi. a quick backstory, i used to write on here. but lost inspiration. and now i am back, with new inspiration. i have been army for fourteen months now (a lil baby), and i want to start writing again. i didn’t mean for it to be this long btw. anyways, i hope you like this but lmk! feedback is always appreciated. i really wanna interact and get to know people on here :) disclaimer: i am not a professional writer by any means, so this is no shakespeare masterpiece. but it’s something lmao.
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So maybe it was just a tiny bit awkward, which was not entirely your fault. Blind dates weren’t your forte per se. And clearly, they were not his either.
Exactly three minutes and thirty-two seconds had passed since you sat across from the mysterious man. The number was oddly specific because the nerves had you checking your wrist every two seconds.
What had you so nervous in the first place? It could be the fact you were seventeen minutes late. Or maybe that the dress code for this date had been lost in translation. Or the fact you can't remember the last time you were on a proper date.
No, you were nervous because you were sat across from, possibly, the most beautiful man on the planet. His aura radiated confidence, power and prowess. If you were watching an animal planet documentary, he would be on the top of the food chain. The apex predator.
It was intimidating. You sat on the uncomfortable wooden stool, allowing his dark eyes to consume you. At first glance, they had seemed innocent as if they belonged to a child. It was the first thing you had noticed about the man. However, just as a kid, the initial curiosity had settled. They had been judging you, sizing you up.
They had explored your appearance and features, before glancing at his own watch. Evidently, not pleased with your tardiness. His eyelids relaxed, covering the whites of his piercing gaze. You had weakly smiled at the gesture, offering an apology as you hesitantly took a seat.
Your hands had immediately found a home on your lap, intertwined and sweaty. This had not been the plan for the first interaction. It felt as though you were in the principal's office. Your index finger and thumb pinched your dress as you began to rethink and regret every decision.
You wore a simple mid-length black dress, that hugged your body. It wasn’t fancy by any means, but, before the date, you had googled the location, information that your friend kindly shared. It was a small bar, off the beaten track, hidden in a corner of the buzzing city. A den of sorts. You had thought it was a speakeasy.
Your company for the evening had decided on a much more casual outfit. Denim jeans and a black oversized shirt. You noticed a black leather jacket on the stool next to him, a packet of cigarettes peeking out from the pocket. A tattooed hand caressed a glass of whiskey on the small oak table. Why was he so frightening in this setting?
The bar was quiet. Three other couples and a few stranglers occupied the cosy setting. Your eyes quickly surveyed the area, mapping out a safe escape. Like you were cornered prey.
You don’t know if it was the flames that were ablaze in the fireplace, but the temperature had grown exponentially causing the light makeup to become dewy in the lowly lit room. Lips were dry as you tried to find the words to finally break the silence.
The man silently watched your struggle, enjoying the way you were melting beneath his gaze. He wasn’t a cruel man, but he found it amusing that he had this effect on you. A total stranger.
“Are you okay? You aren’t sick are you?” He teased with a slight smirk appearing across his face, which he graciously hid by raising the glass to his lips.
Your heart snapped, chest tightening. This was utterly embarrassing. “No.” You muttered, ripping the cropped jacket from your body. “Just very hot in here.” His tongue poked at his cheek concealing the smile. His action made the room a thousand times hotter.
“A red wine for the lady.”
Startled, you twisted your body to face the intruder. “I was told that was your go to.” You heard the stupidly handsome man say, as you thanked the bartender who placed the drink in front of you.
“Um, yeah. That was very kind of you. Thank you.” The end of your sentence drifting off into the humid air as you were reminded that you had no idea who he was.
“Jungkook.”
You shyly nodded, as if you were being scalded for not answering a question right. Fuck, this was pathetic. Grabbing the wine glass, you took a gulp. Not very ‘lady-like’, but liquid courage was needed if you were to continue to look this man in the eye.
“Y/N” you answered, wiping the red stain from your lips.
He chuckled at the action. Which for some unknown reason, he thought was cute. But nothing was cute about this scenario.
He had anxiously waited nearly twenty minutes for your arrival. Fingers tapping his empty whiskey glass, silently praying you would show up. He may have had one or two before you arrived, trying to calm his own nerves.
His older friend, Namjoon, had mentioned you multiple times. Telling stories of your shared college years and your friendship. He painted you out to be this outgoing, caring, and smart woman. How if he was ever in trouble, you’d be the person he’d call. Mature, reliable, and loyal. All these attributes were what Jungkook desired in a partner. What he needed.
Admittiedly, Jungkook was lost. His life had been a struggle. He hadn’t found his place in the world yet. But slowly and surely, he could feel himself getting there. Finding himself amongst the masses. And this was his chance.
When Namjoon mentioned you had thought about dating again, Jungkook practically begged him to set up the date. Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook had been admiring you from afar.
Everything he had learned about you from Namjoon had solidified his interest in you. From your hobbies to your habits. You weren’t a stranger to him. He wasn’t a creep or a stalker. But when your name was mentioned in conversation, his ears perked. Absorbing every minor detail.
The second your frame appeared through the door, Jungkook’s heart plummeted to his stomach. If he was hooked to a monitor, it would’ve flatlined. Completely, entirely beautiful. Jungkook had seen photos of you with Namjoon, at a party or a gathering. But he swore, as cheesy as it sounded, they did you no justice.
But because Jungkook was still a boy a heart, he thought the best way to approach this date was to act cool and reserved. Thus, he mentally slapped himself, gathering composure as you entered the bar and walked towards him.
So the evident awkward atmosphere was also partially his fault.
“Namjoon has mentioned you before” you chirped, distracting Jungkook from the internal beating he was giving himself.
“Oh yeah? Only good things I hope” Jungkook cringed, wanting to slam his face against the table. Jin and his Dad jokes had subconsciously infiltrated his brain.
You giggled causing his ears to ring. Was he dying? If so, an angel sat before him, radiating the kindest, warmest smile he had ever experienced. He wanted to record that moment and put it on a loop for eternity.
The sudden change in Jungkook’s behaviour helped you regain some composure. The hard exterior was slowly breaking in front of you.
Namjoon had forced you onto this blind date. Claiming this guy would be your type. And also pointing out that you owed him for the countless calls he had to endure after your not-so-gracious breakup. Which you had countered by saying ‘that is what friends are supposed to do’ to which he argued ‘the amount of times he had carry you home after a drunken night was excessive’.
Maybe not your finest moment. But your ex had blindsided you, abruptly announcing he wasn’t in love with you anymore.
Namjoon has told you nothing about who you were meeting. Just that he was a friend. But you didn’t know it was that friend.
“Well, he mentioned that you are a bit, um, wild” you admitted, biting your lip as you avoided his stare. Shit, how long have you been running from eye contact at this stage?
Let’s say, Namjoon had once or twice, talked about his dismay regarding his younger friend's actions. His reckless behaviour was not appealing to his friend. They had shared an apartment for exactly twelve months before Namjoon called quits.
Jungkook’s eyes bulged at the discovery that his friend had shit-talked him to his crush. Sighing, his hand swooped through his hair as he concluded that this date was doomed. His chance disappearing before him.
“But” you continued. “He also mentioned how hard-working and determined you are. That you don’t turn away at the first obstacle. Which is admirable.”
Your eyes and his lock. The once intimidating gaze had disappeared, a softer, hopeful one replacing it. You were slightly confused.
“I am still trying to figure it all out honestly.” He spoke, nearly whispering the sentence as if he was ashamed. “I just want to try everything, give everything my all before I decide whether it’s what I want or not. I wouldn’t say that is admirable.” He clarified, chuckling as to mask his anxiety.
Why, of all people, did he think you were the person to expose his deepest feelings? Probably the alcohol. Easiest thing to blame.
“It tells me a lot about the kind of person you are.”
Silence. Jungkook didn’t know what to make of your comment. Was that a good thing? Did you like that kind of person? Absorbed in his thoughts, he stiffened. The awkwardness returning. You grabbed your glass of wine, taking a final sip.
“I am sorry Jungkook, but this doesn’t seem like it’s going to work.”
Shattered, his skin turned pale. A disaster. He couldn’t even spark your interest for longer than thirty minutes. Hesitant, he nodded, chugging down the remains of his own drink.
“No need to apologise Y/N. It was worth a shot” he smiled, trying to hide the heartbreak. He really did think he had a fighting chance. To win over the girl of his dreams.
“Let me walk you home, it is late. Namjoon would kill me if he found out I left you out there by yourself.”
“Thank you, but I only live five minutes away. I will be fine—“
“Please, I insist.”
You debated, maybe it was a bit late to be walking home alone. “If you are sure.”
Jungkook immediately grabbed his jacket, throwing it around his broad frame before gathering your bag and jacket, handing them to you. “Let’s go.”
Thanking him, you wrapped yourself in the light material, clutching the bag as you began to follow him to the exit.
Why did you end the date? Because you could feel him breaking your heart already. He was genuine. Too precious for you. He would promise you the world, and you would take it. But was that fair? No.
You realised, it was too soon. The cuts too deep to heal.
Some things in life are unfortunate, and they break people and leave them there to mend the pieces. You had let your insecurities win yet another mental battle in that moment. You didn’t deserve love. You couldn’t reciprocate it.
His figure cast a shadow on your fragile state as you left behind the possibility of starting over, leaving the warm bar behind and entering the dimly lit street. The cold breeze immediately attacked your skin, but the close proximity of Jungkook protected you from a full slaughter.
Jungkook stopped by the lamppost outside of the newly discovered hellhole, opting to light a cigarette to use the nicotine to ease his pain. A deep inhale allowed the mixture of chemicals to entire his system. He held for a few seconds, feeling the breath on his back copy his actions.
Exhaling, he turned to face you. “Where do you live?”
You blinked, completely forgetting that this man was practically a stranger. Comfort was found in his presence. “Yeah, sorry. Just follow me.”
And so he did. Step in step. He followed you along the quiet, darkened path.
As you began to walk under the rotten blossom trees, sudden ‘pitter patters’ reverberated off the dying leaves.
Just give me a break.
Removing the jacket from your body, you used it as a shield from the wet droplets. Jungkook did the same, using his leather jacket as an umbrella.
Once situated, you began to thread through the night. The path had brightened at the end of the blossom tunnel, and Jungkook’s eyes scanned your upper body. The small cropped jacket offered no protection. Your skin was littered with goosebumps due to the weather conditions.
Without thinking, Jungkook ran to your side, grazing you. He extended his arm, expanding the leather above your head. “Put your jacket back on, you’ll freeze.” He ordered.
Your cheeks dampened even though you were sheltered. Whispering gratitude, you tossed the jacket over your body, hugging yourself for comfort. Your head hung low, watching your feet drag against the floor.
“You don’t need to be kind to me. You shouldn’t.” You said whilst attempting to hide the cracks in your voice. But Jungkook’s eagle ears heard and that was the last straw.
Scanning the surroundings, he saw a porch sheltered by a cabana in the public playground. With a hand on the middle of your back, he guided you to it. You didn’t fight, just accepted it.
The downpour began to gain momentum as you picked up the pace. Once under the stable structure, you finally caved. Your tears flowed rapidly, matching the stream of rain. Cold and vulnerable.
The urge Jungkook felt to protect you, to engulf you, was animalistic. He couldn’t stop himself. He dropped his drenched jacket, wrapping his arms around you. And just like that, you were pulled into his chest, the warmth soothing some of the ache.
His posture softened to cradle you. Moulding himself to your delicate stature. It felt as though not a single inch of your skin was exposed.
He held you like that until your mind stopped racing and breathing slowed. With one last obnoxious sniffle, you unwillingly pried yourself from his body, pressing your hands against his forearms.
With the little courage you had, you looked up at him to offer yet another apology. But you were taken aback, thinking you’d meet the eyes of sympathetic man, yet all you saw was anger. Furrowed brows, a tight jaw with pursed lips.
“I am sorry—“
“Do not apologise. Are you okay? What happened?” Were the first words to leave his system.
Looking at the ground, you felt ashamed. You were supposed to have it all pieced together.
“Who did this to you?” He urged, pleading for you to open up.
“I did this to myself.” You snapped, not at him. At yourself. You pushed the wet strands of hair behind your ears, trying to make yourself a little more presentable.
In your peripheral, you saw a marble bench. Deciding your legs were too weak, exhausted from the exertion you just put your body through, you sat on the hard surface. Jungkook followed, squatting in front of you.
“If it’s any consolation, you look pretty, even when you cry”
“I don’t live far from here”
“Great, so we don’t have much further to walk in the rain” he whited.
Defeated and deflated, you sighed, looking at him with annoyance. He understood the suggestion behind your comment, however, he was not giving up on you just yet.
His knees were to his chest, arms folded neatly. The anger you once observed had dwindled into worry and sympathy. He knew that you were recently single, but didn’t know you were still recovering.
“Y/N” his voice softly echoed. “Talk to me, please. I know you don’t know me that well, but you should know I have cared about you for a while.”
He could immediately sense the change in your posture. “Not like that!” He rushed, not wanting you to feel threatened for a second in his presence. “Namjoon often talks about you. And he speaks so highly, admirably of you. Unfortunately, I can’t say he does the same about me.” He chuckles, in an attempt to ease the tension. Your features soften as you puff out a breath of air from your chest with a small smile.
“Anyways, I have been in awe of you. You sound like the purest person. The person that would be there through thick and thin. I don’t know why, but I gravitate towards you. I just want you all to myself. Tonight I wanted to prove to you that I am deserving of you. That’s why I asked Namjoon to set up this date. I wanted to prove to myself, that I deserve someone like you.” He sported a frown as he continued.
“But I have realised that I still have a lot of growing to do. That I am still immature. The way I acted on that date was stupid, and I am sorry. I was hoping the whole cold-hearted persona act would intrigue you. Foolish, but true.”
Perplexed, you just listened to him ramble. Trying to understand what was unfolding in front of you. He realised he was going off the beaten track, so he gathered himself by taking a slow breath.
“What I want to say, I do care. And I don’t want you in pain. I want you happy and healthy. Want to continue to blossom and bloom, even if I have to observe from afar. But, I- no sorry, you need to get over this obstacle to do so. And I am willing to help.”
Stunned. That is how you would describe yourself at this very moment. This not-so-stranger, had put the ball in your court. Gave you back the responsibility for your life. He didn’t take anything nor ask you for anything.
Although, minutes ago, you felt at your lowest, you were given the opportunity to overcome your hurt, your pain. And you were going to grasp it with two hands.
“Jungkook, I just feel so deflated. But you are right, this is my obstacle to climb. I have to stop feeling sorry for myself about the ‘what-ifs’. I can’t change the past, only heal and move on. And I am so sick of healing.’ You stated the facts. They were loud and clear. No more hiding. And you thought about your behaviour from the past twenty minutes and just laughed.
And you actually laughed. It was buried deep in you, but it lifted such a heavy weight off of you. If this man didn’t think you were crazy, he definitely did now.
To your surprise he joined in, crackling along with your insanity in that moment.
“A genuine laugh too? You are spoiling me now Y/N.”
You pushed his shoulder, rolling your eyes at his playfulness. You let the laughter die down before you decided to be bold. To finally choose you, not hide behind a world of pain any longer.
You placed a hand on top of his, engulfing it like he did with your body earlier. “I want your help.”
Jungkook froze for the umpteenth time that night. “Although I barely know you, I do know you’d be good for me. I just feel it and I can’t explain it. It might take me a while to accept it, but I deserve someone like you Jungkook.”
His mind must be deceiving him. He subtly pinched the skin on his arms, hoping you wouldn’t notice in case this was real. “And you deserve me and then some.”
Jungkook caved. His entire world collapsed around him. The evening took a one-eighty turn. He didn’t know how to respond, to hear the validation he craved. He was good enough.
Jungkook sprung to his feet, posture as straight as a pin as he ran his hand along his face, a smile erupting. Heavy breaths of air leaving his lungs as he processed your words. Mimicking his sudden movements, you rose to stand directly in front of him. Millimetres between your exhausted bodies.
Silence returned, but of a different kind. More like tension. Neither one of you knew what to do next. Both of you in shock from the unravelling that had just taken place in the children’s playground.
His eyes scanned your face, looking for something. A sign or signal. Something to help him determine his next move. Your eyes were like glass, their fragility reflecting in the moonlight. Cheeks wet, hair clumped and lip swollen. Although the scene was tragic, it was too much for the weakened man.
It was beautiful. You were beautiful.
Taking the initiative, he gently cupped your elbows causing your bodies to collide. A warmth engulfing the new couple.
Your forearms raised ninety degrees, hands finding comfort on his waist. Your fingers gripped the dampened material, gazing into his eyes. Pleading for something. Anything.
The world stopped, faith or gravity or Namjoon, whatever overseeing power was at play, had brought you together in this moment. It felt as if this was written in the stars, like this was supposed always to happen.
You and Jungkook.
Time was slow, everything in slow motion as Jungkook inched closer to your face. His neck concaving to allow his lips to hover over yours. His hot breath on your skin added to the warmth, sparking a fire in the middle of the abandoned park.
His eyelids became heavy, partially shielding his magnetic eyes. His pink tongue poked from his tight lips, swiping it across his dry lips. The small piece of metal embedded near the corner of his lips caught your attention as the coldness grazed you, as if testing the waters.
Seconds passed while Jungkook waited for any signs of hesitation or a change in body language. Giving you the opportunity to leave. But nothing.
Your eyes were wide open when your lips finally collided, crashing together to add more fuel to the burning flames. It was surreal, the way it was gentle but rough all at once. His lips rested against yours with force. Squished together, praying that this was real.
Your eyes collapsed, fingers tightening against his shirt, pulling his hips closer. He reciprocated your need, his hands trailing to the middle of your back, spread wide as they guided you towards him.
Both of your minds were turned to mush, completely enthralled in the moment. In the kiss. Every naturally born instinct had malfunctioned, both of you losing your breath.
Reluctantly, you pulled back, still retaining the strong grip on his clothing. You focused on your breath, allowing your heartbeat to return to a normal pace. Your eyes remained closed, knowing that if you even looked at Jungkook you would hyperventilate.
Jungkook was hyperaware. His senses turned up to the maximum as if he were Spider-Man in the middle of a war. He could feel your heartbeat through his hands, gradually slowing down. His ears honing in on your irregular breaths, drowning out the sound of the continuous droplets of rain against the roof. Eyes consuming you, all of you. His tongue licked his own skin as he did, tasting the strawberry lip balm you applied to his. But it was the smell of your perfume that was turning him into a madman. It was too real.
Once you felt stable, you opened your eyes staring at his black shirt which was stretched tightly across his torso due to your grip. Realising you were probably ruining the elasticity of it, you let go. Jungkook followed suit, releasing his hold on you, stuffing his hands into the front pockets of denim jeans. He shifted his centre of gravity onto the ball of his feet.
“Sorry” he mumbled, tongue playing with the warmed metal in his lip.
“Please don’t be” you weakly begged. You didn’t want him to regret that moment. “That was nice.”
His eyebrow piercing perked. “Only nice?”
Your lips curled, cheeks heated. “Maybe a bit more than that.” You giggled, like a five year old girl who was admitting her crush.
Jungkook dipped down stealing a single kiss. A simple peck. “Definitely more than that.”
Your eyes shot up, finding the courage to meet the man’s enchanting gaze. Bringing a hand to his sharp jaw, your thumb caressed his cheek. “Yeah maybe.”
The whole situation was so gentle. Sweet and innocent. As if it was written in a novel about young love. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
Jungkook, with the biggest smile on his face, grabbed your hand pulling you towards the waterfall that was falling at the edge of the cabana. He swiftly bent, grabbing his jacket off the floor, swooping it over your head. “Better keep up.” He playfully smirked.
And then, he starts jogging. You gasped, laughing as you tried to catch up, trying to limit the exposure to the rain. Grabbing his shirt, you slowed him down, allowing you to wrap an arm around his back. He looked down, adjusting the makeshift cover to ensure you were sheltered.
You both continued to run through the rain, guiding him by pointing your finger. No words were shared, just laughter.
You made it to your house in no time thanks to all the adrenaline that ran through your veins. Grabbing your keys from your purse, which you somehow didn’t lose through the entire rollercoaster, you opened the door, crossing the threshold. You shook your body like a dog, removing extra water droplets that had built up on your frame.
Jungkook remained outside, still holding his jacket above his head. Admiring how cute you looked. “You can come in.” You insisted, shifting your body to the side, giving him room to enter.
His cheeks hollowed, jaw tightened and Adam’s apple bobbed. Nervous. Slowly, he brought one foot across the threshold. His boba eyes evident as he soaked in your home. Once again, his inner child appeared. Carefully, the other foot crossed over, his body awkwardly turning to keep the sodden jacket outside.
“It’s gonna make a mess” he concluded as his efforts to try and remove some of the wetness rendered useless.
Your eyebrows furrowed trying to find a solution to the problem. “One second.”
Kicking off your shoes, you ran into the living room, grabbing an unused clothes hanger. Carrying it towards the entrance where Jungkook stood. His posture hilariously reminded you of those standing still memes. Pursing your lips, you tried to hide the laugh from escaping.
You extended the legs of the hanger, placing it above the mat at the front door. “You can leave it on there. Maybe it will dry a bit.”
He nodded, tossing the jacket onto the hanger, cringing when he saw the water droplets soak the mat underneath. “You can take off your shoes”
Jungkook gulped, his throat restricting. “Yeah, I will, uh, call a taxi. Should be here soon.”
“You don’t have to go so soon.” You tested, leaning against the wall. “Our first date went, well, not-so-great. But I want to make amends.”
“So soon?” He choked as he wasn’t expecting an invitation.
“Don’t want the night to end I guess.”
You turned away, walking towards the kitchen. Praying that he would follow. But you wanted to give him the opportunity to make his choice and not pressure him with your looming presence.
Grabbing two wins glasses from your cabinet, you hoped when you faced back towards the kitchen island, a figure would greet you. And your wish was granted.
“I don’t have any whiskey. I hope wine is okay?” You asked, as you grabbed an unopened bottle from the countertop.
“Thank you. Wine is perfect.”
Placing the bottle down, you grabbed a corkscrew from the cutlery drawer. Jungkook walked to the corner of the island placing a hand on the bottle. His free palm was extended flat towards you. “Let me.”
Handing him the bottle opener, he got to work removing the cork from the bottle. The veins in his arms flared as he twisted the screw, bottom lip tucked into his teeth. So domestic. So hot.
Fumes oozed from the longneck bottle as it popped, dragging you out of your thoughts. Eyes snapped towards the glasses to avoid getting caught. He tipped the bottle, allowing the red fluid to pour into the empty glass, creating thick waves in the confined space.
“Thank you Jungkook.”
“No thank you Y/N. Spoiling me. This looks like good wine.” He commented, not because he was a wine connoisseur, but because the label looked fancy.
“I only use it on special occasions.” You admitted, bringing the filled glass up to your lips.
Jungkook did the same, soaking up the view in front of him. Your pupils were tucked seductively behind your lids as you made eye contact with him. He couldn’t tell if it was on purpose.
You looked so pretty, so raw. Lips were swollen, skin puffy, clothes wet, and hair rustled. Jungkook was in awe. His mind wandering.
“Special huh. What makes this so special?”
“It’s like a new chapter I suppose. Drinking to a new beginning.” You shrugged, taking another sip.
Jungkook liked the sound of that. “To a new chapter.” He toasted, tipping his glass towards you.
Catching onto the memo, you clinked glasses. “To a new chapter.” You confirmed before joining Jungkook with a celebratory sip.
Resting the drink on the countertop, you finally took in your appearance from the reflection that was in the glass. “I look like a wet dog.”
“I have a dog. Bam.” Jungkook announced. “Doesn’t look like you when he gets wet. Would be nice if he did.”
You chuckled at his weird attempt at a compliment. “Thanks I guess.”
“No- no. I uh- I wasn’t comparing you to my dog. Nothing like that. Just trying to say you don’t look like a wet dog. You are much more breathtaking.”
Fuck. Why him? He was too good to be true. Too sweet. Like sugar. He would probably end up poisoning you, but right now, was too addicting.
You couldn’t stop what your body did next. Leaning forward to kiss him. It was a peck. But it had Jungkook turning into putty. Before you could go too far, his lips chased yours, crashing into them again. Not letting you slip away.
His arms caged you against the countertop, hands gripping the edge. Your hands fled to find safety on his chest. His lips started to move against yours. Working to find a slow, steady rhythm.
He couldn’t stop, you were too delicious. Your hands travelled further north, resting around his neck, fingers threading through his wet locks. Pulling him impossibly close. Nose pumping as you moved frantically wanting to devour him.
One of his hands moved to your hips, pulling you towards his own. Your back was curved into a c-shape as you moulded to his body. Things were getting messy, hands and bodies continuously colliding. The hand on your hip, slid under your thigh, pulling you up to sit you on the counter.
As you slid on the flat surface, you bumped one of the glasses. You gasped, closing your eyes waiting for the clashing sound. However, it never came, Jungkook’s fast reflexes preventing the fall. “Whoa, easy there.” He teased, settling the glass.
The near accident had broken the momentum. “Sorry, was eager.”
Jungkook shamelessly scanned your body, taking note of every detail. “Yeah? What has you so eager pretty girl?”
The question had you wanting to shrink. Shrivel into nothing. His demeanour overpowering you. You tucked your head into his chest, saving yourself the embarrassment. He caressed your hair, kissing the top of your head. You noticed how wet his shirt was as you leaned against it.
“You are soaked.”
“That’s supposed to be my line baby.” Jungkook smirked as you slapped his shoulder, pushing yourself off his chest.
“Such a playboy.” You groaned hoping down off the countertop. “You will get a cold. I will get you a change of clothes. Come on.”
And there is that caring woman Namjoon has mentioned. Jungkook followed you, into what he believed to be your room. You bent down to grab some oversized sweats causing Jungkook’s eyes to bulge from their sockets. Fuck.
“Here.” You said, extending your arm backwards to hand him the clean clothes. You continued to grab a pair for yourself, before straightening your posture.
“I’ll get changed in the bathroom.” You announced. “Actually, do you want to take a quick shower? To warm up?”
His jaw dropped. Your cheeks heated when you realised the innuendo that left your lips.
“I, fuck, not-“ “Will I be alone?”
He took a step forward, eyes burrowing into you. “Because I would be willing to take a shower if it’s with you.” He admitted, loving the effect he had on you.
Your words were stuck in your throat. Yes, you wanted to shower with him. But fuck, shower sex wasn’t the way you wanted to get the first taste of him.
Sensing your hesitation, Jungkook lowered his head, his lips fanning your ear. “Or I can think of another way to warm up.”
The whisper caused you to shiver, arms reaching out to grab the hem of his shirt. “Please.”
The beg was instinctive. It ticked off his biology, his primal need. Like a scavenger, he was ready to attack. His hands cupped your face, forehead resting against yours. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you need me.”
Your eyes connected, radiating the need and want that resided within you. “All yours Jungkook. Please.”
You barely finished the sentence before his lips were on yours again. Lips dancing with one another, teeth clashing as he desperately tried to get closer. You were the first to slip in a tongue, wanting to taste the poisonous sugar. He groaned, hands slipping down to your hips.
Tongues battled as he began to walk backwards, pulling you along for the journey. His legs hit the bed, knees collapsing to sit him down on the mattress. Your body chased him, crawling onto his lap, lips never disconnecting. You cringed once you realised the wet clothes were ruining the sheets. Jungkook felt your nose crinkle against his. “What’s wrong. Tell me.”
“We are wet and my mattress.” You whimpered.
“Fuck you are so cute.” He pecked your lips. “We can solve that issue real fast baby.”
His fingertips grazed your calf, just below your dress. “Can I take this off?”
You shyly nodded, scooting closer to him, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. His fingers tucked under your dress, pulling it up over your knees. It snapped, jumping to your upper thigh. His lips connected with your clavicle, licking and sucking at the skin. The dress was pulled further north, his hands resting at your hips.
“I’m so lucky. Fuck. Baby, lift your arms for me.” He murmured against your skin.
Immediately you followed his order. In hindsight, it was a bit pathetic. You responded as if the words had come from a police officer. You could see an eyebrow quirk below you, his teeth grazing the abused skin before leaning back.
His hands pulled the bunched dress up your body, uttering praise as he did. “Such a good girl. A goddess. Look at how beautiful you are.”
You were left in your underwear, dress thrown onto the ground. He was still fully dressed making your stomach twist and turn. The power he had over you in that moment, you felt weak. Your fingers played with his wet shirt, avoiding eye contact once again.
“Why don’t you get me undressed baby. We don’t want the water to seep into the mattress.”
Letting your hands fall, you started with his belt. Letting the metal clank as you undid it. You bit your lip when you saw how his hardness was sitting straight and pretty against the wet denim. The tips of your skin grazed it. Shit.
He watched as your stomach tightened, hips jerked. “Got me so hard. You like it baby?” Eyes focusing on your covered centre. “Are your panties wet because of the rain?”
You whimpered causing his hips to thrust upwards. Fuck, you sounded so good. Too good. He couldn’t handle the strip tease any longer. He ripped the shirt from his body.
With his skin finally disclosed, his waist looked tiny compared to his shoulders. The temptation, the teasing, it was all too much. Jumping off his lap, you unbuttoned his jeans, frantically pulling them off his hips. He aided by lifting his hips.
Both of you stilled in your naked frames. Staring into each other’s eyes with hunger and greed. Jungkook scooted up the bed, moving away from the wet patch. His abs were contracted as he sat, pecks flexed as he patted his bare lap. “Come back to me baby. Let me take care of you. You deserve it.”
And you were not going to deny him. You crawled into the bed, as seductively as you could, and found your home on his lap. Lips tangling once again. His hands immediately gravitated to your hips, pulling them to his clothed cock.
The first touch had you both in a trance. You both let out moans of pleasure. It was so warm, so hard, so inviting. “You never answered my question. Are you panties wet because of the rain?” He repeated, guiding your hips against his.
“Yes.”
“Really? Are you lying to me pretty?”
“No.”
He smirked, moving one of his hands to your front. His fingers grazed your clit, a whine escaping your lips at the slight contact. A finger slipped the material to the side, dipping into the true source of the wetness. “Now why would you lie? That is not what a good girl would do.”
Your hips grind against the single finger, needing more friction. “Sorry. I was embarrassed. Please.”
“You promise you’ll be good. Good for me. Don’t I deserve that baby?”
“Only for you.” You stated.
Pleased with your answer, he flipped you onto your back. Lips exploring your neck as his hips continued to grind against you. Your knees were bent, toes curled. He hovered over you, one forearm rested against your head, a hand cupping your head. The other placed on your thigh, holding you close to him.
His lips travelled south, sucking and licking, his way down to his desired destination. Small purple marks littering your bare skin. He placed a delicate kiss on the top of your covered mound. Fingers curling around the band. He sat on his heels, lips swollen as he drowned in the picture below him.
“Look so beautiful.” He groaned, grabbing your left calf, lifting it up into the air to kiss the inner side. “No need to feel embarrassed around me, ever.” He placed your leg on his shoulder. “Fuck, you are so good to me. Got me so hard baby. So close to cumming, haven’t even gotten a taste.”
“Please Jungkook.”
“Yeah baby, I know.” He started to pull the material from your body. “Let me?”
You nodded, lifting your hips allowing him to remove them with ease. He admired the view, sitting patiently on his feet. Folds glistening and messy. He wanted to make them so much more messier. His thumb rubbed up and down the exposed heat, playing with his food. “I won’t be able to stop. Tell me what you like baby. Please.”
Your hips buckled against his skin. “Just want you. Want your tongue. Now, please.”
“So good. Keep using your words beautiful. Sound so perfect.”
Before you could respond, his head dipped between your legs. The hands on the underside of your knees kept you nice and wide for him. His tongue wasted no time, licking a wipe stripe along your slit before placing his lips on your aching clit.
He growled against it, vibrations sent through your body sending your hands flying to his hair. Gripping the curly locks as you prepared yourself. You could feel him smiling before his lips engulfed the bundle of nerves. A light suck had your back arching off the bed. His hands had to anchor you down by pushing on your hips.
You laid there, allowing Jungkook to devour you. Licking and sucking every inch of the silky folds. His tongue tested and tried every technique, flat, pointed, circling, flicking. Until he found the one that made you cry out. Using precise movements, he continued to eat. And he ate and ate until your body screamed out.
“Jungkook, I am going to cum. So close.”
Pausing for a moment, he propped himself higher on his elbows. “Tell me baby, what do you need. Want my fingers too?”
You couldn’t respond, just whimpered. Hips raising to get closer to him again. “Greedy.” He muttered.
His lips connected back to your cunt, continuing to cover his face with your juices. His fingers joined the party, prodding at your weeping entrance. Slipping one finger, he gauged your response. You were in pure bliss.
Using a single finger, he moved it slowly, exploring your walls. The warm tongue that played with your clit had you begging for more. All you wanted was him. To be full of him. Only him.
He obeyed your pleas, adding another finger. His precise movements picked up the pace. The ‘come here' gesture made you lose your mind as it grazed against a very sensitive spot. Your breath hitched, fingers tightened against his long locks.
Jungkook didn’t dare stop. Even when you tried to run from the slaughter, he kept you pinned. “Fuck, Jungkook. Yes, yes, yes.” You chanted, the knot in your stomach snapping.
It exploded, the pleasure flooding your veins. Your head was light as you began to float. He continued, guiding you through your orgasm. He let you ride it out, slowing down when he felt your thighs twitch.
As you calmed, your eyes focused on the man you had to thank for the pleasure. And the view was sinister. His face was glistening with your wetness, covering his reddened plump lips, puffy cheeks, and chin. His eyes had darkened with lust. He kissed your inner thigh, slightly biting the skin.
He glanced back to where he removed himself minutes ago. “One last taste baby.”
His tongue ran from your clit to your hole, having one last lick. You whined at the overstimulation. “I know. But looked too good. Taste so much sweeter when you cum.”
“Fuck Jungkook, please. You talk so much. I can’t.” You huffed.
“Do you not like me talking to you? Don’t like hearing what I want to do to you? How I want to fold you in half and give you what want. Let my cock finally get a taste.”
You let out a pathetic cry. You wanted to hear it all. But you swear you could just cum from his voice if he continued. “Please. Want it. Want it right now.”
He climbed up the bed, straddling your thigh to allow his own thigh to press against your abused cunt. You could feel his hard member pressed against you, a wet patch present where his sensitive member sat. His upper body hovered above you, kissing the tops of your tits. “Did I neglect these gorgeous? M’sorry.” He slurred.
He pulled the flesh from the cups, kissing the newly exposed skin. The juices that remained on his skin smeared across your chest as his tongue swirled your nipple. You pushed down on his thigh, needing him. “Need your cock.”
“You are not too sensitive? We can kiss some more.”
“No.” You pleaded. “I love it. I want it.”
He moved to the other nipple. Circling and sucking on the darkened skin. “Fuck, tell me to stop if it’s too much. Condoms?”
He removed himself with a pop, following to where your fingers were pointing. He grabbed a condom from the top drawer of your nightstand. Quickly, he stripped the Calvin’s from his body, freeing his red, angry member.
You whimpered at the sight. Everything about him was too good. Too perfect. His large thighs, small waist, broad shoulders. His rustled hair, his tattoos. His structured facial features. And now, his curved, thick cock. Decorated with a large vein that protruded through the gentle skin from the base to the wet tip.
It throbbed as he ripped the condom open with his teeth. He pinched the top, rolling it down his length. It was all too attractive. You rose from the bed to where he kneeled. You grasped his shoulders, crashing your lips. His arms wrapped around your back, gelling your body together as you got lost in the kiss.
Using all your strength, you twisted his body, trying to lower him onto the bed back first. He complied, grunting as his body collapsed onto the firm mattress. You climbed onto his lap, hands on his chest.
His fingers dug into your hips, anticipating your next move. “Help me.” You pleaded raising your hips.
His hips thrusted upwards, missing the contact already. “Want you to put it in.” You begged.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head, believing that was the hottest thing he ever heard. Although you were in total control in this position, you were giving him some power.
Spitting in his hand, he brought it down to his aching cock, spreading it along his length. He pressed the tip against your sodden folds, running it up and down. He rubbed it against your clit making you hiss. “Please, need it now. Been good.”
“So good for me. Just wanted to tease you baby. So cute.”
He moved his sensitive head back to your entrance, he could feel the vacuum, wanting to suck him in. You slowly sank down, inch by inch. Fingernails sank into his chest, leaving behind those beautiful crescents. He swore he would get them tattooed. Immortalise your touch.
It took everything for Jungkook to not pull you down and force you to take his full length. His tongue poked at his lip piercing, trying to focus on anything else. Your warmth consumed him entirely. He swore he could cum right there and then.
Meanwhile, you were shutting down. The stretch, the pleasure flooding your thoughts. The sensitivity of your cunt making you cry out as you continued to take length. Once you felt your thighs meet his torso, you let out a breath, giving you time to adjust. He sensed your struggle. He traced shapes along your side, cooing you. “Doing so good baby. Feel so tight. So wet.”
The praise that slipped from his lips, brought you back to reality. A sense of accomplishment pounding in your chest. You had this man below you mewling as you shuffled to find a comfortable position. “So big Kookie.”
“Fuck” he growled, thrusting upwards. “Yes baby, I am your Kookie.”
Unable to stay still any longer, you began to slowly lift your hips up, before slamming back down. Your hands on his chest acted as a stabiliser. Gave you the support you needed to find a steady, hard rhythm.
Your head was thrown back, feeling him filling you up repeatedly had you going cross-eyed. Moans and groans filled the room. Heavy pants as you continued to relish in the pleasure. The air thickened as a thin layer of precipitation glossed your skin.
Jungkook couldn’t take his eyes off you. The way you looked so demanding and yet so elegant. Your lips parted with endless curses escaping, mixed with your cries. He watched as your cunt engulfed his cock, a white ring forming at the base. He loved you like this.
A certain stroke, had you collapsing. His tip digging somewhere deep within you, ecstasy shooting through your nervous system, paralysing you. His hands wrapped around your back, holding you close. “You okay? Too much?”
He was anxious, you had just suddenly stopped, screaming in pleasure, or so he hoped. “Your cock, too much.”
“Wanna stop? Take a break?”
“No, please. Kookie. Don’t stop.”
He kissed your temple, his torso rising off the bed. You were glued to him, not moving an inch. He folded his legs beneath you, with you sitting on top, legs hugging his waist. “This okay baby? This position?”
You bit your lip. “I don’t know if I have the energy.” You admitted, a bit embarrassed.
He kissed along your clavicle, his hands worked to unclasp your bra, letting it fall off your shoulders. He kissed each shoulder, before kissing you once again. Slow and steady. “Don’t worry baby, I got you.”
Grabbing your ass, he squeezed as he began grinding you against him, his cock nestled deep within your warm walls. He rocked you slowly, lips attacking every inch of his skin. This position was very intimate. It felt like you were under a spotlight, skin burning, goosebumps decorating your skin.
But it felt so good, your clit being stimulated by the collision when he pulled you forward. Your head was thrown back, embracing the feeling of his lips and his cock. Fingers digging into his scalp as he started to pick up the pace.
It was sloppy, like dry humping, both desperate to feel close. Jungkook was cracking, he knew he couldn’t hold on any longer. Your walls fluttered against him, contacting, tightening. “Y/N so close, shit.”
“Please cum.” You cried, beginning to rut against the man.
A primal grunt ripped through him. “You give me one more baby.”
Pulling his head away from your tits, you looked him in the eyes. Pupils dilated as if he had indulged on a class A drug. “Harder.” You begged.
Although this position was wonderful, and, oh, it was incredible, you knew it would take you a while to reach your high. Jungkook understood, immediately pushing you backwards. His cock slipped causing you to whimper at the loss.
He chuckled as he aligned himself before sinking back in, stilling once his pelvis touched yours. “So needy, so desperate. I was trying to be nice for you. But you just want it hard. You want me to be hard baby? Want me to take control?”
“Please fuck me.” You growled, so turned on.
“You ask for it, you get it baby.”
His hips snapped back before plummeting back in. So deep, so strong. Your body ricocheted, slightly moving up the bed. But he was caving you in, his elbows placed above your shoulders as he continued to pound into you. No where for you to run. Your fingernails carved into his back, trying to ground yourself.
“Kook” you panted, the knot immediately tightening in the pit of your stomach.
“Play with that pretty clit for me.”
Obeying the command, you swiftly move your hand to your swollen clit. The pleasure was intense, every inch catching flames. You couldn’t stop the sounds that fled. To muffle them, you attacked his neck and ear. Kissing and sucking the soft, dampened skin.
This action only encouraged him. He was panting, moaning in your ear as he continued the inhuman pace. It didn’t take long for him to feel your walls grip him, clamping him down. Making it nearly impossible to move. Your chest rose, tits pressing against him. The hand on his back, seeked refuge in his locks. Toes curled and legs shaking.
A wail erupted from you, as the knot finally snapped. You were overcome with the pleasure, black spots in your vision, ears ringing. You could barely hear Jungkook praising you through your high.
“Cum. Please.” You pleaded, voice horse and husky. Fuck everything about you was so hot.
Jungkook, who was solely focused on your pleasure, realised he compressed his own. Suddenly he felt his heavy balls, his stomach begging for release. He needed a bit more stimulation. But he didn’t want to risk hurting you. “Fuck feel so good, can I pull out. Wanna paint you baby.”
“Yes, please. Wanna see you cum.”
As he pulled out, the movement nearly made him blow. Raising up on his knees, he whimpered as he tore the condom from his body, admiring how it was covered in your essence. What a waste.
His hand gently swiped through your folds, gathering your juice to use as lube. Perking up on your forearms, you watched as he wrapped it around his cock. One pump, two pump, his thighs began to quake, stomach tightened, his abs carved along his abdomen. He was groaning and grunting, telling you how good you felt. His eyes closed as he focused on the pleasure. Sitting up, you reached forward, fingers grazing the vein that had caught your attention along his cock.
“Fuck. Shit.” His eyes snapped open at the new set of hands that joined his. He saw you lean forward, lips apart, tongue flat. As soon as your tongue met the precum that was pouring out of his tip, he lost it.
He moaned your name, a hand holding your hair as you took him into his mouth. Two bobs of your head and he was crying out. “Baby I am cumming. Wanna cum.”
You hummed around his tip. And the champagne popped. His cum flooded your tastebuds. The explicit sounds were pornographic. He couldn’t stop as his cum painted your mouth.
He kept pumping the length that wasn’t in your mouth causing him to whine as he purposely overstimulated himself. You pulled back, stunned as you saw how hard was. Although you couldn’t see, you knew you had swallowed a large amount.
“Sorry baby. It felt too good.” He whimpered. “Can’t stop.”
His cock was so pretty. So angry, so wet. His hand glided easily, pushing more precum from his little slit. Finally coming out of your orgasmic haze, you smirked. Pushing your tits together, you looked through your bashful eyelids. “You wanted to paint me Kookie. So paint me.”
His mouth was agape, no sound exiting as he just admired you sitting below him, looking so sexy and cute all at the same time. In the blink of an eye, a second orgasm crept up.
He watched as the spurts of white cum pumped out of his cock, landing on your beautifully marked skin. He sounded so submissive as his overstimulated and abused cock throbbed and twitched in his tight grip.
The pain suddenly overtook the pleasure, causing him to release his limp cock. He collapsed on top of you as you both settled on the bed, heavy breaths being shared. He tucked his head into the nook of your neck, leaving light wet kisses.
Realising that he was probably crushing you, he rolled over, pulling you with him. His hand rubbed your back, trying to calm you and your own aftershocks.
In your post-sex blissful state, you thought about the night's events. From the blind date, the playground, and then finally, to the bedroom. You just laughed. It was comical.
Jungkook didn’t know why you laughed, but it was contagious, and so he joined in. Chuckling along with you. He was honestly just happy to be there. To be with you in that moment.
Gathering composure, you rested your chin on his chest. “I mean this date was something else.” You joked, poking at his cheek. “You have a different kind of charm Jeon Jungkook.”
“Hopefully that charm worked on you.” He quirked, pushing away the fallen locks from your face.
“Seeing as we are just laying here in your cum, I think it worked.”
Jungkook scrunched his nose at the reminder. The sticky sensation between your bodies became evident. “Yeah sorry about that. I, um, don’t know why, I just wanted to feel your skin. But come on.” He tapped your ass making you giggle. “Let’s get us cleaned up.”
You hummed in agreement, getting off of him, scooting to the side of the bed, letting your legs touch the ground. The stiffness in your legs was obvious as you tried to rise. Jungkook had no issues, doing some kind of parkour to get off the bed.
He walked over to you offering a hand, to which you gladly accepted. He smiled watching you struggle, pride erupting through his chest. Yeah, I did that.
You wrapped a hand around his waist, like you did when you ran home in the rain. He guided you to the en-suite bathroom. “Shower?” He asked, kissing your temple.
“Please. But no funny business.” You warned, pointing at his dick.
He chuckled, raising his hands as you walked towards the open shower, twisting the handles to allow the hot water to run. You stood underneath the stream, loving the warmth. Jungkook admired the way the relaxation overcame your body. Your shoulders shrunk, eyes closed.
Jungkook almost felt guilty joining you in your little paradise. He tip-toed in, not wanting to disturb. Your eyes pried open as you heard the squeak of the porcelain floor. He looked so small, so hesitant. “Come here, the water is so nice.” You insisted, grabbing his wrist to guide him closer.
He stood there, a frown on his face as he watched the water trickle down your body. “I will have to paint you again soon. I miss the picture already.”
“Mister, no funny business.”
Jungkook chuckled at your stern voice. Once again, his hands were raised in defence. “Let me clean you.” He said grabbing your loofa, pouring body wash onto it. “No funny business.” He clarified.
It was your turn to laugh, letting him wash your body. His hands caressed every crevice, paid attention to every inch. His lips kissed the newly made marks, ensuring they got the extra attention they deserved.
Returning the favour, you cleaned his body, giving extra care to the marks and scrapes. The shower was like a second round, so intimate, but without any sexual intention. It was weird, but so nice.
“Sorry about the scrapes.” You apologised as you dried your bodies, seeing the marks through the mirror. They looked raw. Sore.
He furrowed his brows, looking over his shoulder. The deep marks visible. “Might not wear a shirt for a while. Need an ego boost.”
You squinted your eyes, scolding him as you playfully pushed his shoulder. “Don’t be sorry. I like them. Nearly as much as the person that made them.” He kissed your cheek. “Let me grab some clothes.”
And with that, he exited the bathroom leaving you with your thoughts. Was this moving to fast? He is a stranger, right? You can’t be doing this, you’ll just end up getting hurt. He doesn’t know you. Doesn’t know all your quirks and habits, your pet peeves. Why would he be so invested all ready. Throwing around confessions like that. Is there something I am missing?
“Hey, you okay?” He asked, placing the clean clothing on the sink. He could see you were consumed with thoughts, standing still in the middle of the bathroom.
“Jungkook, I just don’t understand you. We barely know one another but you seem so certain that this will work.” You wrapped your body in a towel, opting to not be in your most vulnerable state for this conversation.
Jungkook had his boxers on already. His cheeks hollowed, biting his cheek. “Y/N, I don’t know how to answer that without sounding insane.”
“The truth.” You simply stated.
He ran a hand through his wet locks, gripping the roots. “I just- fuck. I have been admiring you for a while. Namjoon mentions you a lot, and the person he talks about, that is the person I want. Look I can’t say this will work, but I want to give us a try. And I have always had a habit of jumping in head first. I am sure Namjoon has mentioned my lack of patience.”
You pursed your lips, hiding the small smile. Yeah, Namjoon has mentioned it a few times.
“But one thing I can promise, I will give you everything. All of me. I don’t expect you to accept it all now, I know you are still recovering. But I just want you to know I am willing and ready to be by your side as you pick up those pieces.”
Maybe this was too good to be true. But what if it was true? You have always been so calculated, but tonight had been the first time in a long time you just did, not think. And it had been amazing. Not a single regret. So maybe you should be crazy for once.
You stepped towards him, wrapping your arms around him. Hugging him. He immediately reciprocated the action. Holding you tight.
“I like you too.”
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Jungkook (your boyfriend) knew exactly how to make you feel good, only he knew how to please your body.
pairing: bf!Jungkook x gf!reader genre/tags: smut, fluff, teasing, dom!jungkook x sub!reader, marking, jungkook has a tongue piercing, fingering, oral (f receiving), mentions of crying (from pleasure), female orgasm words: 1.2k
**old repost from my deleted blog
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You were excited for your boyfriend to come back home from his morning jog. You woke up after he did and he left the cutest little handwritten note on the refrigerator. It said on the note that he went out for his morning jog and is heading to the market after to pick a few things up for tonight’s dinner. You smile at his note and thought it was so sweet how he could’ve just sent a simple text but wanted to go the extra mile by handwriting a note for you. Deciding to do your own thing while he’s gone, you pick a romantic comedy movie to watch on Netflix to pass the time. Patiently waiting for Jungkook to arrive back home, you heard the door suddenly unlock and hurry to get up to go leave out of your room.
“JUNGKOOK!” You shout eagerly, almost pouncing on him once he gets through the door.
“Y/n, my baby girl,” He greets you back with a doting smile, wrapping his arms around your waist, encasing himself into you.
You wasted no time to start kissing him, immediately going in to grab his pretty face with both of your hands, crashing your lips into his. He must’ve been thinking about doing this all day because once you two start making out, he carries you straight into both of your guy’s bedroom and places you gently onto the bed.
Jungkook knew exactly how to make you feel good, only he knew how to please your body. He’d begin by peppering your jaw and neck with a plethora of kisses, leaving a faint trail of hickies behind. He’d also be rubbing your inner thigh with his large hands that always turn you on every time you look at them. The prominent veins on his hands and arms when he flexes just a teensy bit is enough to make you cum in your panties.
“I love you so much,” Jungkook murmurs against your skin, still kissing and sucking on your neck as if he’s a vampire.
“Love you too koo— fuck…” Your response was interrupted by what he was doing to you next. Jungkook’s tattooed hand makes its way down to the tight shorts you were wearing. The shorts were pink and had a cute hello kitty design on them, Jungkook was the one who bought them for you actually. He’s always loved seeing you in the clothes he bought for you over the years, acting like a little kid on Christmas.
Jungkook is rubbing you over your shorts and the friction is driving you absolutely insane. You can just feel how wet you’re becoming, the juices from your heat start to overflow; seeping through your panties and he feels you throbbing on his fingers. He’s got a sinister look on his face and you already know that means you’re in for something amazing to make your morning.
“Sheesh baby, look how wet your pussy’s getting…” Jungkook looks in awe, hissing at the sight of a giant wet spot forming in your panties after he took off your tight skimpy shorts.
Jungkook begins caressing, kissing, and licking your lower body, touching every curve and crevice of you, not missing a single spot. His touch is so gentle, so warm, so inviting. His tongue rolls along the inside of your thigh, the steel metal of his tongue piercing feels cold but the sensation tingles down your spine. Flinching from the action he performed, he notices straight away, eyebrows raised in a sudden stir of confusion.
“You okay baby?” He asks softly before continuing, wanting to make sure nothing he did hurt you.
“Y-yes, just feeling a little sensitive that’s all…” You say quietly.
You feel him smile against your soft flesh, planting more wet kisses against yours thighs and laid his head there for a while to feel your warmth.
“I could be like this all day y’know?” He basks in your presence, speaking in a mumbled tone, half his face still buried in your thighs.
“I know koo.”
Jungkook raises his head a tiny bit just to face your clothed pussy again. He couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot, bringing his face—specifically his nose, closer to you to get a whiff of your sweet aroma. He practically buries his nose into your panties and drags it down your slit.
“You smell so good..” He was intoxicated by your scent, loving the natural, but fragrant essence.
He licks a stripe to your clothed core, making you moan out loud and bring your hand to latch onto his fluffy hair. You love to play with it and make it a mess of his hair after he’s done giving you the best head of your life.
“You taste really good too babe,” Jungkook couldn’t get enough of you, he was literally drunk off your pussy.
You were so desperate for him to take your panties off as you were starting to make more of a sticky mess in them but he seemed to be enjoying it more that way. He wanted to prolong the action of coming into contact with your bare pussy. He wanted to tease you so much until you were begging for him to touch your clit. You wanted nothing but his tongue against your wet folds right now.
“J-jungkook…” You mutter so lowly, he almost couldn’t hear you.
“Hmm, what’s my name baby?” He asks while still teasing your entrance, now sliding one of his fingers inside your floral panties.
“Jungkook!” You moan louder this time, feeling somewhat better that you’re almost getting to where you want to be.
“Want you to scream my name for hours, can you do that for me babydoll?” He asks in a serious tone, pushing his finger in and out of your soaked cunt.
You nod submissively, “o-okay daddy..” arching your back against the bed from the amazing feeling, Jungkook knows exactly how to use his fingers on you.
He kept fingering you harder and deeper until you look him in the eyes and visibly start to tear up from all the pleasure he’s giving you. It’s so good but so unbearable at the same time. He made you feel like you were in heaven, crying out his name, just saying “Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook” on repeat whilst he’s finger fucking you. He’s scissoring your tight hole from the inside out and your juices were now running so far down your legs. You were super close to your orgasm and he could tell by the contorted face you were making.
“Jungkook… Jungkook.. fuck I’m gonna cum!” You scream for him, eyes rolling to the back of your head and your vision was going insanely blurry.
“Yeah baby that’s it, just relax…cum for daddy,” Jungkook coaxes you through it, encouraging you to reach your high but still adding slight pressure to your clit. You couldn’t take it anymore, just letting go and being in eternal bliss as you reached your climax. You moaned his name a couple more times and he called you his good girl for cumming when he told you to. You went back to making out and he was now massaging your boobs.
“You’re really horny today, huh?” You ask Jungkook, stifling a giggle at his overly naughty behavior.
“The real question should be when am I not horny whenever I’m with you y/n..” Jungkook shamelessly admits, grabbing your face once again to kiss you harder.
At least you can say you don’t have issues with satisfying your man in the bedroom !
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hihi!!! could right a fic of niki and u having an argument and u remove ur promise ring and he has to make it up to!!!
I love your writing!!! Take care of yourself! drink lots of water and rest well ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ Try Again
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Pairing☆ Riki x Reader Contains☆ flashbacks, argument, crying, angst but ends with fluff, kissing, mentions of weight loss, Reader and Riki are aged up for the sake of the story (they're 22)
(A/n) : Glad to hear that you love my writing! Take care as well love&lt;3
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Fuck he messed up — the image of your sad face with tears streaming down your face etched into his brain, his heart still aching when he remembered how you took off your promise ring , said silver band now in the palm of his hand as he couldn't stop looking at it and think about how badly he messed up.
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"Fuck , (Y/n)! Stop fucking babying me , I'm a fucking adult now! I can take care of myself , I don't need you to follow me around like a fucking duckling and asking me to take care of myself!", Riki yelled in frustration , his hands running through his hair as he tried to keep his cool that he had already lost. He was stressed and frustrated ,overworked and sleep deprived. All he wanted was to finally rest after coming home, but here you were asking him to take care of himself , if he ate properly , when he'll have proper time for you again as you missed him. "I'm worried about you! You've lost weight again and you're not eating nor sleeping properly!", you replied back in a worried tone , yet your voice was trembling — never had Riki in your 4 years of dating yelled at you or raised his voice at you , he never lashed out on you. Sure , you've had arguments here and there but they were over little things — but he never yelled at you , until today.
"And I don't need you worrying over me! God , fuck! Can't you just , leave me alone !? Is it too much to ask for to just let me rest now? Fuck ,i'm just going to sleep now. You're annoying the fuck out of me right now. I don't even know if I still fucking want this all with you ", Riki cursed , his voice rough and harsh as he glared at you but his breath hitched as he realized what he said. He didn't mean to , he didn't even know why he said that. Regret and guilt immediately flooded his system as he tried to say something else again — his blood running cold when he saw the tears starting to roll down your cheeks. "is that so..?", you mumbled , your voice cracking a little as you tried to hold back your sobs , your shaky hand reaching for your left ring finger. "No...No, No , No ...don't do th-", you did it , you took off your promise ring , the thin silver band making a clinging sound as you set it down on the kitchen counter. There was an uncomfortable silence , his adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed a lump.
He was frozen in his place , he couldn't move , his ears ringing and the way his heart was pounding out of fear was starting to hurt. He didn't run after you , he didn't run after you as you took your jacket and wordlessly put your shoes on , the sound of the front door of your shared apartment closing ripping him out of his trance.
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"Hah fuck..", Riki cursed under his breath as he thought back to just a few hours ago. He tried calling and texting you multiple times, his calls send to your mailbox and his messages left on delivered. He shouldn't have lashed out on you like that , he shouldn't had let his frustration out on you —he knew you only meant it good , you didn't mean to make him this angry but something inside him just snapped. He was beyond stressed and overworked from his job as an Idol , but that was no excuse to let his anger out on you like that. He didn't even mean what he said , those words were just out of anger , out of his anger . He needed to fix things , he couldn't lose you , not like this. But he also knew that you needed space now , he just hoped that you were at your Brothers place — he just knew that he will get an earful from your Brother who happened to be Sunoo.
The young male had spend the past hours making a surprise for you , he knew it wouldn't take back the words he had said , he knew that it would need time for him to convince you that he genuinely didn't mean what he said. Riki had already called his manager to take the next couple days off for private reasons , he knew that he would need days to make up for this mess he had created. He didn't care if you didn't want to see him now , that didn't stop him from standing in front your brother's door. "You messed up big time Nishimura , don't fucking hurt her. That's all i had asked you to do , yet you fucked up", Sunoo scowled as he looked at the younger , it was clear that he was angry , beyond angry. "Look , i know i fucked up. I wanna fix things with (Y/n). She needs to know that I didn't mean what i had said , i want to make up and talk with her properly about this situation. I wanna explain to her that my behavior wasn't okay and why i even acted this way", Riki sighed , his expression troubled as he was now also scared that Sunoo wouldn't let him see you.
"You better fix this fucking mess , if you hurt her again, i swear to god. Count your fucking days and sleep with one eye open", Sunoo hissed before opening the door wider to let the younger in. Riki mumbled a quiet thank you before stepping in , taking his shoes off before making his way to Sunoo's bedroom — knowing that you would be there. He could hear your sobs from behind the door ,the strings of his hearts getting pulled in a painful way. Your head snapped into the direction of the door as you heard it open , your face scrunching up before you looked away as you saw who it was. "(Y/n)...we need to talk , are you willing to talk now? If not..i'll leave now and give you space...", Riki carefully approached the reason why he was here , watching as you just nodded. You looked so vulnerable , so hurt, but who wouldn't be? Riki closed the door behind him and carefully walked over to you , sitting down on the bed next to you. His hand grabbed your shoulder , slowly turning you around to him — he wanted to talk to you face to face. He moved the sleeve of his hoodie over his fingers before gently wiping your tears away, a sad look on his face.
"Princess... I'm really sorry about this all... I didn't mean what I said but i know that i can't take my words back , those words.... i was just , so angry. I've been so stressed , so overworked and something just snapped in me. I know that it's not an excuse , but i shouldn't have let my anger out on you like that . I just... couldn't control my emotions , i lost myself in all the stress and frustration i was feeling. I wasn't angry at you nor frustrated , yet i let my emotions out on you. I shouldn't have done that and I really don't want to lose you...I want to fix things , I won't give up on us like that. Fuck, I'm so scared to lose you. I know that you were only looking out for me and I really appreciate that... you know i would never intentionally hurt you like that. I hope you can forgive me at some point , i know and understand that you will need your time..", Riki explained , his voice now soft like always but it was filled with regret and guilt. You knew that what he was saying was true , but you couldn't help but feel hurt. What if you were really annoying him? What if he actually doesn't want to be with you anymore? You stayed silent as you let his words sink in , your shoulders trembling as you were on the verge of crying again.
"Are you willing to let me fix things? I really love you (Y/n) , from the bottom of my heart. I won't stop fighting for us , for you. When you took the ring off...i saw our future flash past my eyes. I don't want to lose you , i want to marry you (Y/n) and only you , i want to grow old with you and watch our grand kids play in our garden. I'm asking again ,are you willing to let me fix this whole mess?", Riki asked as he kept wiping the tears away that flowed down your cheeks again ,a small smile breaking out on his face as you nodded. "Words Baby ...i wanna hear you say it", He mumbled before taking your hand in his , lifting your hand up to his lips and placing a kiss on the finger were your ring was supposed to be on. "Yes Riki ... i would love that", you replied in a shaky tone , your waterworks breaking out again as you watched him kiss the spot your promise ring was supposed to be on. He gently pulled you into his arms , letting you cry in his arms — even if you were only apart for a few hours to cool off , you missed being in his arms . You knew that you had also hurt him by taking the promise ring off ,but he played it off to not make you feel bad about yourself.
"Thank you baby..", he kissed your forehead and kept cradling you in his arms. He felt so relieved that you agreed to let him fix things, his heart pounding against his chest so hard that you could feel it. After that , he took you back into your shared apartment where you were met with a surprise . There were heart shaped balloons scattered around the whole apartment , a huge teddy bear holding a heart sitting on the couch and there was a cake on the coffee table — a poorly decorated cake with "I love you" written on it a wriggly font. You stifled a giggle when you saw the cake , you could see that Riki made it himself — even if it was poorly done , you could see how much effort he put into it. An arm wrapped around you from behind and the other arm was held out to you , his palm open with the ring resting in the middle. "Can i..?", Riki whispered into your ear as he leaned his head down , pressing a soft kiss under your ear and muttering a small "Thank you" when you agreed. He gently grabbed your hand and slid the ring on your finger , just like how he did when he gave it to you the first time. "I'll never take it off again ... I'm sorry for taking it off..", you apologized , knowing how much that must've hurt his feelings — sure he messed up , but you also messed up by doing so , you broke your promise that you would never take it off.
"It's okay Princess... just promise to never do that again ", Riki said in a soft voice before spinning you around by your waist to have you facing him, your bodies pressed against each other. "I promise Love", you smiled up to him and leaned up to kiss the tip of his nose. "Am i Forgiven?", Riki asked , his hand sliding underneath your shirt to rub his thumb into your bare skin on your waist. "You are..", you mumbled before his free hand grabbed your chin , pulling your face closer to his as he leaned down and kissed you.
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into it – [ 엔하이픈 희승 ] genre ⋆ smut
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heeseung’s hips rutted perfectly against yours and his cock buried even deeper into your cunt. “shit, you feel like heaven.” he growled, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck when your walls squeezed him in.
the sounds your pussy made from his abuse were obscene. your legs locked around his waist and your fingernails dug into his back roughly. you cried out at the stretch of his cock, your tits bouncing with each harsh thrust.
“that’s it, baby. fucking take it.” heeseung propped himself up on his hands now, letting you see him in all his glory. his hair disheveled, torso sweaty, lip caught between his teeth and pretty chain dangling above your face while he fucked into you.
you could feel the pleasure building quickly in the pit of your stomach. you dropped your head down to watch how his cock disappeared in and out of you skillfully. “d—don’t stop!” you whined loudly, clawing at him to pull him closer.
heeseung’s forehead rested against yours while he drilled himself inside you. “trust me, i don’t plan on it” the corner of his lips curled into a smirk, “i wanna stay in this pretty pussy forever.” with that, your thighs trembled and you finally came undone on him.
but his thrusts didn’t let up until his warm load had filled your womb. he kissed your lips gently, moving to spoon you from behind while making sure to keep his cock sitting comfortably inside you. “goodnight, sweet girl.”
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Your boyfriend Jungkook convinces you to make a sextape with him, ultimately ending up with you getting wrecked on camera.
pairing: bf!Jungkook x gf!reader genre/tags: pwp (plot is barely there), smut, piv, unprotected sex, dom!jungkook/sub!reader, manhandling, daddy kink?, there is absolutely nothing holy about this fic… read at your own risk that’s all i’m gonna say tbh words: 3.0k
[note] if you remember seeing this before yes i’m the original author i didn’t plagiarize lol, i made a new blog and was formerly known as @milkychae but deleted a while ago. i’ll be reposting all my old deleted fics and using this as an archive !
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Jungkook checks himself out in the mirror one last time, threading his fingers through his thick, silky hair before hitting the record button to start filming.
He had the camera set up on a tripod placed in front of the bed, flashing you a soft smile. You couldn’t stop ogling his divine features, he looked so damn good. His messy jet-black hair swept the sides of his face and was only in a pair of white Calvin Klein boxers. He just looks like pure heaven, unable to keep yourself contained as you sneak glances at his nicely toned, heavily tattooed body. You can literally stare at his beautiful sculpted abs all day, he was the true definition of perfection.
‘How’d I get so lucky to have the hottest boyfriend alive?’ You often thought to yourself.
“M’kay, ready babe?” Jungkook asks reassuringly, he knows you’re excited to do this just as much as he is.
You nod your head “mhm, was born ready!” He chuckles at your cuteness, pressing the little red ‘record��� button on his camera.
Once the camera begins rolling Jungkook wastes no time to spring into action, turning towards you to cup your face in his large hands. He kisses you hungrily, causing you to moan ever so slightly into him, without breaking the kiss you both land onto the bed— he’s hovering over your frame providing light touches to your thigh. You were enjoying every minute of this so far, never getting enough of the sweet taste of him. Pulling away for a second, he grabs ahold of your neck, keeping you in place while his free hand roam all over your upper body. He presses wet kisses to your jaw and chin, then comes back up to kiss your pretty lips once again, making the kiss grow sloppier and heavier. A string of Jungkook’s saliva forms when he momentarily detaches hisself from your lips, smiling down at you. It was more of a devilish smile though, a smile that looks like he was going to snatch the soul out of your body. You two play around on the bed for a bit, passionately kissing and enjoying each other’s presence.
“Come here baby,” Jungkook says, instructing you to get on top of him now, positioning himself behind one of the fluffy pillows on the bed. You do exactly as you’re told and get on his lap to straddle him, he grabs your face with his left hand to kiss you some more while rubbing your ass, harshly slapping it in the process. You wore the tiniest pink micro skirt with bows on the side, it was a mesh material and super see through. Jungkook loved the outfit you were wearing since it was a tiny two-piece crop top and skirt, adoring the curves and shape of your body in the least bit of clothing possible. Slowly lifting up your skirt now, he licks his lips when looking down at your bare pussy, teasing your entrance with his tatted fingers. You quietly gasp as he rubs your soaked folds in an up and down, slow motion, making you subconsciously twitch from sensitivity.
“My god.. you’re so fucking wet babygirl,” Jungkook groaned as he slid two fingers inside, “look how much you’re dripping already babe.” he whispers, staring in awe at his fingers disappearing into your sweet cunt. The room’s filled with only sounds of your wetness, combined with the soft moans you utter, all the juices dripping down your legs and his thumb brushing over your clit was having you see stars.
“You hear that? That’s what good pussy’s supposed to sound like,” Jungkook brags while looking over at the camera, he’s taking this very serious, as if you’re going to end up posting this on PornHub or something. You loved it though and you can tell how into this he is, which only makes you want to do a better job at pleasing him. You moaned louder for him as his fingers go deeper into you, reaching those spots that you never could. Rolling your eyes back as he fingers you harder, he was soaked in your juices, obsessed with the view behold him. You match the movements of his pace, grinding against his digits whilst he reaches a certain spongy spot— feeling so close to cumming already.
Then he abruptly took his fingers out of your dripping cunt, denying you of your orgasm. You whined loudly, clenching again just to feel something, wanting more of him filling you up at this very moment. You childishly pout and beg for more, but he just shushes you and flashes a smirk at your whininess. “Don’t worry sweet pea, m’gonna give you exactly what you need..” Jungkook rasps, still staring down at your cute pussy, but this time spreading your lips apart. He ran his finger down to your clit once again to gently rub in circles, making it even more puffy and swollen. Basking in all your beauty as you threw your head back from the intense pleasure.
“Wanna taste you,” Jungkook’s voice almost sounds desperate, not wanting to waste another second. “Come sit on my face babydoll,” he motions for you to temporarily get off of him, lying down on the bed, requesting that you still keep your skirt on. Placing yourself onto him and comfortably sit on his face, his mouth attaches to your pussy quicker than you can form a thought, already ferociously sucking on your clit. His hands went straight to your ass, slapping each cheek every chance he could, forming blatant red hand prints on your butt.
Jungkook was eating you out like his life was depending on it, uncontrollably moaning his name over and over again. You were in a frenzy as you grind on his face, grabbing the top of his head as if he was able to even go anywhere, his face was quite literally glued to your pussy. Jungkook kept at it for what felt like hours, your juices leaking all over his face without a care in the world. Then all of a sudden you felt this weird sensation, something you’ve never experienced before. It was the same slimy sensation that was all too familiar, but just in a different hole instead. Jungkook was licking your ass, his tongue kept flicking it at first, but now he’s fully immersed into it. He’s never done this to you before but it felt so amazing, it felt just as good as him eating you out but had a distinctly different feel to it.
“You like it baby?” He asks when pulling his tongue away, replacing it with his fingers. His fingers go so deep in your little hole making you squeal out loud.
“Mmm… yes daddy, I do!” A string of moans escape you, sounding so pretty that it’s like music to Jungkook’s ears. Smirking up at you while his digits continue going in and out of your ass, planting a quick kiss to your pussy.
“Fuck, I love you so much my love,” even during moments like these, Jungkook still reminded you how much he adores you, going back to licking your sensitive clit while still fingering your ass. You were in utopia, lost in the magical feeling of his tongue and fingers doing wonders on you. Jungkook could totally be a pornstar if he wanted to, he had the looks, the skill, and stamina.
“I love you so much kookie..” you mewl, closing your eyes from how intense all of this was. You can feel your release coming any minute and you only got louder for him, grabbing the strands of his hair, gripping it with everything you had. You were riding his face like a rodeo and he was more than here for it, his tongue never letting up on your clit. When he dragged a long stripe across your heat, that was all it took for you to cum all over his face. Slowing down your pace as you finally chase your high, smothering Jungkook with your creamy, juicy pussy.
“Goddamn babe, you made such a mess.” Jungkook grunts out when releasing you from his grasp, his face completely drenched with your juices. You come down from being on top and lower yourself to kiss his wet lips, getting a taste of you on his tongue.
Jungkook tells you to get up and stand directly in front of the camera, you immediately follow his orders. He makes his way over to you, ordering you again to get on your knees in a stern tone. Situating yourself down onto the floor, you pull his boxers down and his cock springs out freely from it’s barriers. Making steady eye contact with the camera while grabbing his thick, lengthy cock, the tip was so red and puffy, precum leaking out to make you even more hungry for him. You wasted zero time in filling your mouth with Jungkook’s cock, it felt so warm against your tongue, loving the prominent veins that would show when he was extra hard. You start taking in his length and getting a good rhythm going, bobbing your head up and down. Jungkook winces at the sensation, taking a fistful of your hair and slamming the entirety of his cock into your mouth. His length hits the back of your throat, coming into contact with your uvula, causing you to make a sudden gagging noise. The drool peeking out from the corners of your mouth becoming more apparent as he fucks your pretty mouth.
“You have the best lips for giving head babe,” Jungkook coos while sighing out and throwing his head back, “your mouth is so fucking good to me…” He couldn’t stop praising you, you were like an angel to him. An innocent angel that was only a freak for him. Jungkook starts to get a little rougher with you, forcefully pushing his cock even further down your throat, causing you to choke for real this time.
“Yeah just like that baby, choke on it,” he strokes your hair out the way to get a better look at you. He thrives off taking control of you, see how far he can push you, he knows you can handle it though, he does it out of pure love. “Like being stuffed with a mouthful of my cock, hm?”
“You’re such a dirty fucking slut, look at you,” Jungkook continues degrading you, “sucking my dick on camera like the filthy whore you are.”
You keep on sucking his cock as you look him in the eyes, the words he’s saying right now is all you need to hear for you to become even more of a dripping mess. Your wetness is only growing and it’s starting to spill onto the floor, oh how embarrassing…
Jungkook’s cock was buried deep inside your mouth, managing to fit all of him without gagging anymore. He’s trained you so well over the years it doesn’t take much warming up for all of him to settle in perfectly, it’s like it was made specifically for you. You stay like this for a while, feeling his fat cock throbbing in your mouth as you gaze up at his gorgeous face through your lashes, appreciating how much you admire him. You’d honestly do anything to make him happy. After awhile, you release him from your mouth and go straight to his balls, sucking them up like a vacuum. Jungkook moans out so violently that you think the neighbors could probably hear that one, your eyes grew wide as you didn’t expect him to be so vocal from that. Seeing the biggest smile etched on your boyfriend’s face.
“Shit.. you’re so good at that baby,” he compliments you again, holding the back of your head for dear life. You could suck him off for hours without ever getting tired of it.
He pulls you away from him, telling you to get back on the bed and to bend over with your ass facing up. You do so without hesitation and begin arching, ready for him to do whatever he wants. He proceeds to spread your pussy lips again, as if earlier wasn’t enough already, he dips his tongue back into your soaking wet heat. Your mouth goes agape, barely able to make a sound, only letting out a small moan as he continues, spitting a little on your slit and rubbing it in. He eats you out again while you look back at the camera, whimpering when he squeezes your left ass cheek and gives it a harsh slap. You whimper from all the stimulation, body vibrating as he chuckles at how adorable you are.
“Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” Jungkook is so obsessed with you, but it’s a mutual obsession amongst each other. He took a short break away from your wetness, “you don’t know what you do to me y/n.”
All you could do in that moment was moan like crazy, he was making you feel astronomically good. He licked a couple more languid stripes across your slit and gave it a little slap once he was done. Lifting his head up, he’s finally going to do what he’s been waiting for this entire time. He rubs your ass with one hand while stroking his cock for a little bit with the other, bringing the tip to the entrance of your slit and teasing your hole. His dick slipping in between your wet folds is driving you insane, making you want to just slide it in already.
“C’mon Koo, fuck me alreadyyy.” You were practically begging for him to stuff you at this point, wiggling your ass against him, wanting nothing more than to be filled up by him and only him.
“Alright babe damn, always so eager for me,” he groans as he starts pushing his cock inside of you now.
A broken moan escapes from your lips as you’re feeling him slowly opening you up, your tightness already adjusting to his girth. He began fucking you from behind at a rough pace, giving you exactly what you needed the most. Jungkook grabs your neck once again and brings your back towards his chest, saying all types of dirty, sinful things in your ear while he relentlessly fucks you, slamming his cock in and out of you making you go delirious. Practically shoving his hard length into you, you couldn’t help but scream out in pure ecstasy. His cock felt was the best thing on earth and the more he slammed into you the more you didn’t want it to ever be over.
He was so big you could feel his cock in your stomach, all your insides were being rearranged by him. Your ass was jiggling on his cock so nicely, giving him an absolutely stunning view. Firmly settling your face back into the pillows again, while looking down at your ass he grabs your waist firmly with one hand, the other being on your right butt cheek which was severely bruised from him spanking you earlier. You were so beyond soaking wet that the only noises filling up the room were the gushy sounds of your wetness and the ceaseless thrusts of Jungkook’s cock going deeper in you than ever before.
“Just wanna fill up your tight pussy with all my cum…” Jungkook coos, sounding so pussydrunk from all the pleasure he’s feeling right now. “Show me how desperately you want my cum inside you,” he keeps going, urging you to give him more of a reaction, probably since you’re both on camera.
“Mmm… yes daddy, need you to fill me up and make your cumslut pleasee,” you beg for him to continue fucking you, bouncing back on his cock and making him growl. You wanted him to feel like he was on top of the world, like you were a drug and the only cure for his addiction was your pussy. He keeps thrusting into you erratically, his strokes getting messier and sloppier as he soon reaches his climax.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh fuckk—“ Jungkook belts out a string of curses as he fucks your tight cunt, “m’gonna fucking cum babe… so close..” he grips onto your waist tighter, indefinitely picking up his pace as he starts to see flashes of white invade his vision. He was fucking into you so hard and fast that you couldn’t think or speak coherently anymore, just saying random words and babbling the entire time.
“Jungkook I love you, I love you so much..” was all you were able to say, to which he replies with “I love you more” and continues fucking you from behind like the rent is due. Your eyes were permanently at the back of your head as you were absorbed in the utmost pleasure. Jungkook’s hand reaches over to rub your clit as he proceeds to hit all the right spots inside you, his cock felt so good, everything just feels otherworldly to you right now.
“Ah! Cumming babe, gonna cum—“ Jungkook lets out the deepest groan as he shoots his load inside your warmth, “Oh my god, fuck yes…” he felt like he was on cloud nine, thrusting into you with slowed movements while coating your walls with his thick hot cum. You contract around him, soon reaching your climax right after him, both of your releases mixing together inside of you.
Once he pulls out, you were bodies intertwined with one another again, forgetting all about the camera that was still rolling. You aggressively kiss him, tongues mingling together as if you’re trying to swallow each other’s existence. You took a glance at the camera, checking the time on the screen to see that it’s been going on for almost an hour and thirty minutes now… Jungkook pulls away, noticing you looking at the camera, leaving for a quick second to finally turn it off. He faces back in your direction and presents you with the warmest smile, looking down at your thighs and eyeing the creamy mess that’s dripped down between your legs.
“Let’s get you all cleaned up huh darling?” Jungkook cutely offers, gently kissing your cheek. His big boba ball eyes were staring right into your soul with nothing but admiration and love for you. The duality of his actions were almost surreal, he just fucked you like the devil reincarnated but then acts like the sweetest angel once it’s all over. You’ve always adored that special quality about your boyfriend.
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➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader ➥ word count | 4.4k ➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; fwb, angst w/ a happy ending, teasing, finger fucking, squirting, praise kink, frottage, dirty talk, pet names, commitment issues, jealous!jk, possessive!jk, dom!jk, idiots in love, misunderstandings ➥ summary | after being stood up one too many times, you realize you're in love with jungkook. and that just won't do. ➥ notes | istg i've re-written this more times than i care to count 💀 enjoy!
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cnt make it 2nite
The text is blunt - biting. No explanation offered, and certainly no false platitudes found in the lifeless string of black letters. Rather simple and straight to the point.
As you should have expected from Jungkook. He wasn’t known for his verbosity, and even less so for his love of texting.
But as you chew the fat of your cheek, reading it over and over again in an attempt to glean some hidden meaning that isn’t there, you admit to yourself - at least privately - there’s no more avoiding the truth.
One that’s been hovering over your shoulder for weeks like a shroud; an unwelcome guest you can’t ignore anymore: Jungkook’s been avoiding you.
It shouldn’t be surprising.
Moreover, it shouldn’t hurt.
There shouldn’t be an ache in your chest every time you see his contact or the plummet of your stomach when that inevitable excuse comes through.
In the end, he owes you nothing. The arrangement between you is casual, just a little fun between good friends.
It still fucking sucks though, you think, sucking your teeth.
Night thoroughly ruined before it’s begun, it’s only a matter of deciding how to respond now. In the past you’ve used a plethora of options, but you’re stumped. Unsure how to correlate the level of hurt to the nature of your not-relationship.
Should you be petty, passive-aggressive, indifferent - or worst of all: honest?
Hah, no way. I’d rather die.
Beside you, the bartender politely averts his gaze and busies himself with polishing a stack of pint glasses. It’s a slow night, and that’s saying something as this bar’s a little hole in the wall.
It’s never overly busy, which is one of the reason’s it’s a favorite meeting spot of yours. The floors might be sticky, but the music’s decent, the strobe lights they kick on after 10 PM aren’t offensive enough to induce a migraine, and the drinks are cheap with a heavy pour.
Watching him work is impressive - and almost distracting enough for you to ignore the needle sharp ache taking root beneath your ribs, the churn of your stomach.
Humiliation burns hot, creeps up your neck to settle into the apples of your cheeks as you’re stood up.
Again.
It isn’t the first time - it won’t be the last.
But it cuts deeper than all the rest combined, harder to shake off. You can’t lie to yourself anymore. The growing distance between you throbs like an open wound, as if Jungkook himself plunged a hand into your chest.
Scooped out any tender, soft thing he could find and left you hollowed out. Drained.
Not taking his flakiness personally used to be so easy. And now… well.
Goddamnit. A palm scrubs over your decolletage roughly to soothe the throb of your heart. What the hell did you expect to happen, getting involved with Jeon Jungkook, huh?
Everything from his stupidly pretty eyes to the dangerous curl of his mouth, the thick soles of his boots to the lapels of his leather jacket scream walking red flag.
Never mind the fact his proclivities are an open secret among the group. He’s never tried to hide his distaste for commitment. Finds it too monotonous. Predictable.
An eternally free soul much preferring to flit from one experience to the next, never shackled down for long. The Icarus of myth made flesh.
He runs through women like he runs through shoes, and you witnessed enough of the ensuing heartbreak and tears to be wary.
But knowing and feeling something are two very different things.
The dichotomy throws you off-kilter and finds you abandoned in a bar, once again, to choke on a regret so bitter you swear it’ll burn a hole through your throat.
What’s going on with me, you think, this is nothing new. He does this all the time.
You used to get on so well.
Any initial misgivings faded away in the face of Jungkook’s blinding attention, his unfaltering kindness lurking just beneath that surface of grit and gravel.
Even after you fuck, he never acts any differently, as casual between the sheets as he is lounging on your couch.
It's been great, it's been enough - until now.
Just the thought of going back to your empty apartment, alone, only to wake up and fall back into Jungkook’s orbit tomorrow when he swings by with a half-assed apology on his lips, and your favorite drink in hand is enough to make your skin crawl.
Stomach twisting itself into knots, everything in you rebels against the sudden cold realization: nothing will change - least of all Jungkook.
He’ll continue to take-take-take.
You'll continue to give-give-give.
On and on you'll go; a distant star orbiting a black hole, losing little bits of itself until there's nothing left.
Then he’ll leave your life as quickly as he entered it, a blurry after-image there and gone in the blink of an eye.
Fuck, I - I can’t do this anymore, you think, a shiver rattling down your spine, Because I…
An errant thought gains teeth, sinks them deep. Refuses to budge as an awful truth - one buried so deep you forgot it was there, ever lurking in the shadows - rises to the forefront of your mind.
And then --
Oh.
It’s because I love him - because I’m in love with him.
Suddenly it hurts to breathe, your lungs burning as you drown on the air itself. The steel band cinching around your ribs threatens to crack you open.
Your heart lurches in your chest, despair following swiftly to settle over your shoulders. Moreover, there is no one to blame except yourself.
Even if you want it to, it will never work out because loving Jungkook is to love the ghost of a long-forgotten memory.
And there are too many hurts to soothe, too many disappointments to name.
I can’t believe I actually -- shit. You swipe a shaky hand over your forehead. When you swallow, a sour taste clings to the back of your tongue. Should’ve known better.
You glance at your phone, the cursor blinking back at you mockingly. Should’ve done a lot of things, I guess.
Now, you're in too deep.
Waiting without ever realizing you began to do so in the first place; a life on pause, surviving off scraps of half-measures and maybe's, what-ifs, and if only's.
Now, it's clear the only way out is through.
The time to let go is here.
You need to muster up some semblance of self, and work to untangle the threads of connection binding you together. You need space to rediscover the pieces of your heart you left with him.
How to live without the taste of his kiss, the clench of his muscles, the thrust of his cock.
A new life sans Jungkook which begins with a simple reply in place of everything you really want to say: ok.
Then you wave the bartender over.
He does you a kindness once more, pretending not to notice the tears brimming along your lower lash line. “You ready to order?” he asks.
“Uh, yeah - sorry, I was…”
His mouth twitches. You waver.
Then the screen of your phone lights up with a notification.
Refusing to look lest you cave, emotions too fresh -  scraped raw and tender, you switch on DND and turn it face down where it will remain until you go home.
You're far too fragile (and sober) to think about reading Jungkook’s reply, let alone engage with him in any meaningful way.
“I’ll take a double vodka cranberry.”
Maybe if you get drunk enough, you'll forget about the home he carved in your bones.
Bottoms up, bitch.
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w8 nvm guys cnt make it
y/n?
i cn b ovr in 10
???
gn ttyt
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hey, sorry. called it early.
wyd?
nothing much. you?
nm running some mtchs
cool, cool. you able to swing by today?
yeh b there in 30 :)
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In hindsight, trying to have this conversation with Jungkook face to face isn’t the brightest idea. But if anything, last night showed you every choice you’ve made lately is a disaster waiting to happen.
Your life’s already a mess - and you’re hopelessly in love with a man that’ll never love you back - so what’s another mistake added to a long string of misfortune.
So what if your hands tremble and your stomach churns as you unlock the door to let him in.
So what if he leans in for a kiss and you duck to the side, his lips brushing the slope of your cheek.
So what if he pauses and gives you a long, searching look before toeing off his shoes and offering you the drink he picked up on the way.
It can’t get any worse, right?
Only the hungry, molten mixture of rage and rebellion fueling you thus far fizzles away the minute you see him head towards your bedroom with a wink.
Anguish and despair follows in its wake, nipping at your heels.
This is all you’ll ever be to him, you remind yourself as you step into the room. A fun time. Nothing serious. You have to break it off.
You shoot him a tight smile. “Did you have a good night?”
Jungkook shrugs, glancing around at the decorations littering your dresser. “Nah, not really.” His gaze slides to you, traveling from your head to your bare toes in a slow once over. “I definitely would’ve had a better time with you.”
Swallowing roughly, you rub your hands over your arms and suddenly feel far too naked - exposed in your light summer dress. “Hah,” you intone without humor, awkward and stilted. “Probably not. I was out by 11:30.”
“Mm, that’s not like you.” Jungkook hums, moving forward until he’s right in front of you. His hands reach for you, grabbing your wrists gently. His thumb strokes over your pulse point. “You’re acting weird. Is there something you want to talk about, baby?”
Of course he’d notice.
It would be annoying if it wasn’t so endearing. Jungkook always pays attention to the details, makes leaps of logic based on little more than quiet observations.
You stitch together a chuckle. “Nothing gets past you, huh?”
His eyes crinkle at the corners as he grins, his lip ring dimpling the swell of his bottom lip. Your chests brush with every inhale, sharing space and breath. 
“Nothing,” he agrees.
It’s torture. It’s too intimate.
The glow of your overhead lamp highlights the sweep of his cheekbones, the curl of his lashes as he blinks slow and happy. The barely there impression of his body is too much.
You shrink back, clearing your throat.
“No, don’t do that. Where are you going?”
His eyes, shimmering with warmth, plead with you to stay, his shoulders curving towards you. A large palm settles over your shoulder, sparks igniting wherever he touches.
“Stop hiding. You can talk to me about anything. Come on, I want to know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”
Steeling your resolve, you inhale and exhale with a shudder. His expression is open, soft. You know it won’t last, and take a few seconds to commit how he looks in this moment to memory.
For all you know, this will be one of the last times you’ll be this close to him again. At least until you can beat your feelings into submission.
And then you can’t put it off anymore, unable to take the ginger strokes of his fingers. The calming caresses as if he thinks you’re something precious. Quick like ripping off a band-aid, otherwise the words will never get past the bend of your throat.
“I want to stop.”
You catch the way his eyes darken, sharpen in the dim overhead light. He knows exactly what you’re talking about, but his half-smile never falters.
Of course, he refuses to make this easy on you. To acknowledge this is happening. He’s always been a greedy man; wants what he can’t have, and destroys what he does.
“Stop what?” Jungkook says. “You’re gonna have to be more specific than that, baby.”
“Kook,” you sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose. “You know what I mean. I just - I can’t do,” your voice cracks, a hand motioning to the space between you, “this anymore.”
A vein throbs on the side of his neck, his jaw working in response. Muscles tense and release with every grit of his teeth. He asks, “You gonna tell me why, huh? Or are you just going to ditch me and act like it didn’t mean something?”
“Kook…”
There’s a certain grief that can’t be spoken, gnarled roots burrowing deep in your chest. A sense of loss so keenly felt it almost steals your breath.
You wish this wasn’t happening, you wish you could take it all back but this pantomime of a relationship isn’t fair to you. Not anymore. And you knew this conversation wouldn’t be fun, but Jungkook’s staunch denial still manages to surprise you.
“It didn’t mean anything though,” you say.
At least, not to you, you think. To me, it meant the world.
-- And that’s the problem.
You need to stop whatever this is between you from building. He’s already shown he doesn’t share your desire for more in a multitude of ways. He’s been avoiding you for a reason, whether he was consciously aware of your feelings or not.
Undoubtedly, you trust him with your life but not your heart.
As sweet as he is, has been, he won’t treat it gently. Not through any intentional ill-will but because he can’t contain his own commitment issues let alone make room for yours.
It’s better this way.
Let what you have - had - stay a memory unmarred by the ugliness of your hurt feelings and bitter disappointments.
Jungkook’s shoulders draw up towards his ears, his gaze glacial as his hands slide away from you. “Is there a reason you’re done with me now?”
Shadows lurk in the depths of his eyes, his lips curled into a cruel smirk. Everything about him looks weighted down.
“Well, is there? I mean, shit, I think I’ve earned an answer after all the time we spent together.”
Your heart breaks for him, everything in you calling out to close the gap and offer him comfort. But you can’t. You don’t trust yourself to touch him without wanting more than your heart can bear.
“I’m not done with you,” you say. “I would never do that to you, Kook. I just - I can’t be with you like that anymore, that’s all. I need space but I’ll still be around, I promise.”
The glare he shoots your way freezes the blood in your veins. “Cut the bullshit,” he snarls. “Tell.me.why.”
You avert your gaze, arms wrapping around your chest. “Why does that - I -”
You only had one rule at the very beginning of this mess: if there’s someone you’re serious about, you stop fucking. It comes as a handy lie - a believable excuse that’ll stop any further questioning.
You don’t think you have the fortitude if Jungkook keeps pressing you, cracking under the weight of your grief and the anger in his eyes like fine china.
“I think I - I think I want to start looking for a boyfriend again.”
An expression flashes across his face, there and gone in the blink of an eye. But there’s no doubt he recognizes it for the goodbye it’s supposed to be.
This is it, you think.
You can put what you had to rest and move on, a memory on a shelf you’ll dust off years down the line when the hurt isn’t so prevalent. And hopefully, with time, you can relearn how to be friends.
Though the strange gleam to his eyes sends a prickle of apprehension down your spine, and then you find yourself being manhandled as he snaps forward like a snake coiled to strike.
Air flees your lungs as Jungkook shoves you with a firm palm, your feet stumbling over themselves as you trip backwards into your bed frame.
Wood knocks into the backs of your knees, and you fold like a stack of cards. The sheets puff out around you, the scent of your laundry detergent tickling your nose.
You blink at the textured ceiling, mouth agape as you try to process what happened.
The empty space above you doesn’t stay vacant, Jungkook quickly crowding you into the mattress with his weight as he settles over top of your body.
He molds himself to your front, his firm hips slotting themselves between your thighs. Broad palms, warm and calloused, skim your sides and ruck up the skirt of your dress as he reaches under you to grip the soft globes of your ass.
He yanks you into him, your pelvises slotting together. You whine before you can stop yourself, eyes fluttering shut at the heat of his body.
Teeth scrape along the delicate skin of your neck, the sharp pricks of pleasure-pain coaxing a shiver down your spine.
Lips brush the shell of your ear, his minty breath puffing against the side of your face as he speaks, low and husky, “So that’s it, huh?”
“What--!”
Teeth nip your earlobe, and you wince.
“My girl thinks she’s going to leave me for someone else?” Jungkook snorts. “Like I’d ever let that fucking happen.”
“I’m not your girl.”
You squirm, a bolt of awareness slicing through you as your body responds to his proximity, the weight of him over you electrifying. Liquid desire blooms behind your navel, uncomfortable and unwelcome.
“I never was.”
Blunt nails dig into the fat of your ass, and a cruel mouth latches onto the corner of your jaw. “Ah, is that right?” Jungkook asks, the rumble of his voice vibrating through your torso, your nipples tightening as they drag over the plains of his chest. “You’re not my girl?”
You swallow, and ignore the throb of your clit as the line of his cock ruts into you. “I’m not your girl, Jungkook.”
“If you’re not my girl,” he grinds into the cradle of your hips, teasing - taunting, “then why the fuck are you so wet?”
Keening, you twitch, involuntarily rocking up into the firm pressure of his shaft. The angle’s just right, spreading your folds beneath the thin cotton of your panties and giving your neglected clit the perfect stimulation.
Exposing your soaked core to the chill of your room as your body warms with mortification.
Jungkook hums in approval, giving the side of your neck a sloppy kiss followed by a stinging nip. “You think some nobody can fuck you better than me?”
“That’s not what I - ffuck!”
Heat pools low in your belly, blood pumping fast. You’re steadily losing control, the aborted rolls of your hips increasing in frequency.
“Answer me.”
A sharp burst of copper floods your mouth, your skin splitting open with how hard you’re chewing on it. Blood clings to the swell of your bottom lip, a ruby red bead you lick away with a nervous tongue.
Sweat dappled your brow, and it’s getting harder and harder to ignore the molten desire curdling your stomach.
The softness of your body knows the hardness of his, every curve has a matching divot. The heady, pleasant scent of his cologne floods your lungs with every stuttered inhale.
Your senses are overwhelmed as he surrounds you.
“Shit, Kook, please,” you plead, hands tangling in the sheets by your head.
You’re not sure what you’re asking for but at the same time, you’re not sure how you ended up here. Again.
“I don’t know what you want from me.”
This was supposed to be an amenable end to a dubious affair. It’s anything but.
“I want you to tell me who your cunt belongs to.”
Fingers inch down to tease along the soft flesh of your inner thighs, and play with the elastic of your panties.
You tremble, gooseflesh dimpling the exposed skin of your arms as knuckles brush over the length of your soaked pussy.
Your clit pulses, the pressure enough to tease.
“Come on, baby,” Jungkook coaxes, working his way beneath the fabric clinging to your core, “tell me you’re my girl.”
His cock nestles into the crook of your hip, hot and heavy through his jeans as a darkened patch blooms across the denim crotch. The sticky wetness of his pre-cum smearing into your skin as arousal swells, crashing over you.
Leaving you a whimpering, trembling mess in the cage of his arms.
“You just have to say it - say you’re my girl and I’ll be so, so good to you.” His breath warms the shell of your ear. “All you have to do is say it, and I’ll make you cum so hard you see stars.”
Jungkook doesn’t give you a chance to cobble together a response, sliding a thick finger through your sticky folds and into your needy pussy just as your lips part.
All words leave you, your mind wiped clean as a low, broken cry echoes out into the room. Swallowed up by the sounds of city life outside your apartment as he works to stretch you open.
You clamp down at the sudden fullness, walls tight and fluttering around his finger like they would be around his cock.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “You always feel so soft and wet.”
Whining in agreement, you give up any pretense of resistance, letting primal desire chase away the despair, the guilt that threatens to choke you. Wiping your mind clean of any thoughts until the only thing that remains is the thrust of his fingers and the ache in your cunt.
Your hands slip, scrambling for purchase with sweaty palms. “J-Jungkook!”
Your knees tremble where they dig into his sides, air rushing from you in heavy pants as the space between your bodies heats up. You know you won’t last long, already hanging on the edge.
Never in a million years did you expect to be so turned on by Jungkook’s rough behavior. He usually treats you like something delicate.
Though he holds no such compunction now, raw in his desperate desire to make you cum.
Jungkook peppers kisses onto whatever skin he can reach, spreading your thighs wider with his torso. His knuckles strain against the fabric of your panties, stretching out the cotton and ruining them forevermore as he slips another finger into you.
Then his dark head bows, catching your gaze, and he says, “Hold on.”
Barely seconds after you anchor yourself to his shoulders, he starts finger fucking you to within an inch of your life. His forearm ripples with strength, the movements of his fingers pressing and rubbing against all the right spots. Curling up to massage at your g-spot until you’re shaking beneath him with hitched breaths.
“Shit, shit,” you gasp, eyes rolling back as your toes flex against his side, “Kook, baby, please don’t stop.”
He huffs a laugh, dark and amused. “Wouldn’t ever do that to you, baby.”
“S’good - I - I’m close.”
You sob, tears brimming along your lash line. The sloppy sounds of him fucking your pussy ring in your ears, as embarrassing as it is arousing. He’s making you gush, slick wetting your inner thighs, dribbling down your ass to stain the sheets.
“So close, gonna - hnnng - gonna cum.”
“Yeah, that’s it. Just like that, baby. Give me that squirt.”
You shake your head. “I can’t - I can’t!”
If you could, you’d suspend time so this moment never ends. The finality of your arrangement hovering just on the other side of pleasure.
In the back of your mind, you know Jungkook’s only behaving this way because he’s jealous. Angry. He doesn’t mean it, and this is a mistake.
It’ll only hurt you in the long run but you’ll take what you can get.
After all, this is the last time you’ll be together like this.
“No,” he shushes, dropping a kiss to your sweaty brow, “No, don’t lie. I know you can. I’ll make you.”
There’s no escape.
He refuses to let you escape, using his weight to keep you pinned as he spreads his fingers open inside you, twisting and fucking so deep you feel a twinge behind your navel.
And then you’re right there, crashing over the edge as the bubble of pleasure bursts, crackling through your limbs.
You cum harder than you ever have before. Nails sinking into his shoulders with a hiss as a wounded, broken wail scrapes its way out of your throat.
Your pussy throbs, gummy walls sucking him deeper as a rush of cum gushes from you in spurts. Your ears ring with white noise, and you’re vaguely aware of the fact your hands have gone numb.
For several long moments, you float with a head full of cotton, only rejoining the atmosphere when warmth dribbles down your ass in sticky rivulets of squirt.
Jungkook’s arm is curled around your waist, holding you close as his nose nuzzles into the side of your head. Tender lips dust kisses over your crown. His cock is still a heavy weight digging into your hip but he doesn’t seem to be in any rush to relieve himself.
“Jungkook,” you sigh, a wave of fatigue crashing over you. Your eyes sting when you close them, a lump building in your throat. You ache all over pleasantly, satisfaction settling deep into your bones. In spite of that, a rift opens in your heart. “Jungkook, I--”
He kisses your shoulder, shushing you. “Don’t ruin it. Just let me hold you for a little while longer… please.”
The tears are almost impossible to stop. “It’s already hard enough, don’t make me -- I can’t just…”
Jungkook squeezes you gently. “I love you,” he says, “but I swear to god you can be so stupid sometimes.”
You jolt, eyes swinging up to meet his, wide and disbelieving. “What did you just  - I - I  don’t. ..Jungkook?”
“How could I not feel the same?” he asks, tone resigned and wary. “Honestly scared the shit out of me when I realized because, well, y’know I don’t have the best track record.” He averts his gaze, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I almost fucked everything up too, but Namjoonie-hyung helped me get my head on straight.”
Something unfurls in your chest, and you feel as light as air. Ridiculously buoyant with happiness. Hope.
Oh, how stupid.
“We’re kind of idiots, aren’t we?” you ask, sniffling as you shoot him a watery smile. “Like… the biggest.”
Jungkook hums in agreement, a boyish gleam to his eyes. “I mean, you said it. Not me.”
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idk all I can come up with is imagine the other boys being out or something and hanging out with niki at the dorms and cuddling on the couch. then falling asleep and when the others get back they coo over it bc he’s not very into pda around the members. and they’re so loud that they wake him up but he just shushes them and holds you closer idk
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Pairing☆ Riki x Reader Contains☆ Fluff
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It was quiet and peaceful , only the sound of the Tv playing could be heard followed by the sounds of soft breathing. Riki and you had your weekly movie nights , either you coming over to his dorm for sleepover or him coming over to your place. You were watching a new ghibli movie that came out a couple months ago , the boy and the heron — but the two of you fell asleep in the middle of it. His arms were wrapped around you as he was laying on the couch , you laying halfway on top of him and next to him , your head resting on his chest with his chin on top of your head. His hand , that was first on top of your head and playing with your hair had slid off and was now just resting on the back of your head — his finger loosely hanging in your hair.
Your hand was under his shirt as you had traced shapes on his skin before you fell asleep , the two of you were so tired so it was just a matter of time until you two had fallen asleep during the movie. The front door unlocked as the members came back to the dorms , talking to each other before Jungwon stopped in his tracks as he entered the living room which made Jake , who was looking at his phone , bump into the younger and make a confused sound until Sunoo let out an soft "Aww" sound. Their eyes landed on the two of you sleeping and cuddling on the couch , small coos and teasing sounds coming from the guys (Sunoo may or may not had taken a couple pictures to tease Riki later) which made the younger male stir his sleep — his eyes squinted as he subtly glared at the guys and put a finger up to his lips , eyebrows furrowed as he was feeling cranky from getting woken up like that.
Riki tightened his arms around you and moved slowly , careful not to wake you up as he turned to lay on his side and pull you closer to him , your head tucked in the crook of his neck before he mumbled to Jake to get his blanket from their room. Once the younger got the blanket , he pulled it over the two of you and decided to play on his phone , letting you sleep in his arms. He never really liked displaying affection while his members were around , not because he felt uncomfortable but rather because it's something intimate to him , but right now , he didn't really care — just letting you sleep in his arms while he holds and cuddles your sleeping body.
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Taglist☆ @chlorinecake @czlluvriki @rikislady @aaa-sia @ariiiiwaz
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idol sunghoon getting pissed because of his idol gf got into a dating scandal with his co-member, and his gf liked the way he got pissed, so he decided to show her who she really belongs to (??)
「notes」 : anony c'mere lemme just *😚🧠* you gave me an inch, and I swear I took it like ten miles... so lemme just say that I contemplated this and I may or may not have gone a little stir crazy (that and I'm pretty sure I'm ovulating...), so I sincerely apologize for the nastiness you're about to set your eyes upon 🫣🫣
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Mark Me Yours | P.SH
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「pairing」 : idol!bf!sunghoon x idol!fem!reader 「word count」 : 5k
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「synopsis」 : the first time you were caught out with jake by the press it was an accident, but after seeing your boyfriend's jealous reaction you couldn't help but want to see more. so you went out with jake time and time again, even going as far as being a little too friendly with jake just to see how much sunghoon could take before he snapped. though your outcome probably wasn't exactly what you had in mind.
「genre」 : smut
「warning」 : cursing, biting/marking, rough makeout session, fingering, oral (m. & f. receiving), usage of toys, begging, degradation, choking, hair pulling, bondage, pussy slapping, clit play, face fucking, cum eating, dacryphilia, squirting, spitting, kinda toxic possessiveness, mean!dom!sunghoon x sub!reader, unprotected sex (please don't), orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, photography, breeding kink, creampie, manhandling, slight breath play, sunghoon is a bit sadistic, mentions of a safeword (but it's not used), petnames (princess, baby, slut, whore…), mentions of blood, implications of multiple rounds, lmk if I missed anything!
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You lay out lazily on your boyfriend's bed, waiting for him to finish his shower after he had a long day at work. Scrolling through Twitter, laughing to yourself as you come across yet another article, 'Timeless y/n and Enhypen Jake Spotted Together Once Again, Coincidence or Not?' This had to be the third or fourth article within the last two weeks.
When the first article dropped after you were spotted with Jake at a local coffee shop, you were beyond worried about how your boyfriend would take it. However, seeing his face twist in annoyance and jealousy flipped a switch in you. The way his jaw would clench when he’d spot people on Instagram or Twitter talking about you and Jake, or when ship edits started to get posted of the two of you, or even when you were sitting in the room alone with just Jake. It was insanely attractive and left you dripping in your panties. 
Sunghoon knew it wasn’t your fault for what the press did or didn’t post, but he also couldn’t help the way that it pissed him off beyond belief every time he saw the photos. 
You then made it your goal to see just how much your boyfriend could take before he finally snapped. So you continued to go out in public with Jake, knowing you could be spotted just so you could get a rise out of your boyfriend. After the first week or so, you stepped it up a little bit. Getting a little too friendly with Jake, laughing at his jokes a little too hard, your hands wondering his body a little too much, your voice a little too surly when you talked to him, being just a little too close. Jake, of course, was oblivious to all of your little antics, thinking you were just being friendly and sweet like you usually were. It started to drive Sunghoon up a wall, so much so that he had to avoid being in the same room as Jake so he wouldn’t lash out at the poor boy. Eventually, he caught on to what you were trying to do, and he could feel his blood boil. He could handle you being a brat, but this? He was damn near his wits end, a hair away from snapping.
Coming back to the present, you were snapped out of your thoughts when a knock at the door was heard. Muttering a quick ‘come in,’ you weren’t too surprised to see Jake standing there, hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket.
“Hey, Jakey.” You smiled sweetly at the boy who returned your gesture before looking around the room, presumably looking for your dark-haired boyfriend.
And just as you thought, the question fell from his lips, “Where’s Sunghoon?”
“He’s in the shower,” you told him, and Jake nodded before walking over, flopping down onto the bed, his upper body draped over your lap. 
“Did you see the new article?” He pouted as he started to pick at the end of your skirt, causing you to smile, but you nodded your head before tilting your phone screen down to show him that you had been reading it. Jake sighed dramatically, his face falling into the side of your thigh, “I hope they stop soon. I’m pretty sure Hoon is gonna strangle me the next time one comes out.” He shivered at the thought, causing you to start laughing.
You knew he was right. Sunghoon has been avoiding Jake like the plague for the past few days. Anger and annoyance are the main expressions he wears anymore. His jaw is always locked tight, afraid he might say the wrong thing. But you were enjoying it, maybe a little too much.
Just then, the bathroom door swung open, ceasing your laughter as Sunghoon walked into the room, towel in hand, drying his damp hair. However, as soon as his eyes landed on you and Jake in his bed, you could have sworn you saw a fuse blow in his head. His eyes darkened into a glare, demanding that Jake leave, not a single bit of room left open for discussion. 
Jake nearly levitates off of the bed before rushing out of the room as quickly as he possibly could, not wanting to be at the end of your boyfriend's wrath. You watched with an amused smirk as Sunghoon's eyes trailed from the doorway back to you.
“Is this really that amusing to you?” His voice was cold as he walked towards the open door; it sent a shiver down your spine and your thighs clenching together. You, however, just hummed with a shrug before looking back down at your phone. You peeked over the top of it, excitement bubbling in your chest as you watched Sunghoon slam the door shut before turning the lock. The moment you had been waiting for was finally about to happen; you finally got him to snap. You mentally cheered, completely missing the borderline psychotic gleam in your boyfriend’s eyes.
Sunghoon walked back to the end of the bed, a snarl pulling on his upper lip, revealing his pointy canine. The very canines you wished would mark your body up, leaving behind puncture wounds and bruises even though you would get a lot of shit from your manager and makeup artist. He never did, though, because he knew the stakes; however, now? Now, all of those thoughts. All of the sane thoughts, really. Completely vanished from his mind.
He leaned over the bed, grabbing your outstretched ankle before yanking your body down to him. A small gasp fell from your lips at the sudden action but was quickly quieted when you bit your tongue as Sunghoon hovered over you, slotting his body against yours. 
The dark, lustful look in his eyes had your body wiggling in anticipation, a shock rushing through your veins when you felt his erection against your thinly covered core. Thinking back to all of the stuff you did to get here made you giggle because you thought you had finally won. Or so you thought. Sunghoon, on the other hand, found it far, so far, from amusing.
“Well, see how much you’ll be laughing, princess,” He chuckled darkly before his slender fingers wrapped tightly around your throat, causing your breath to hitch, but all the air was soon taken out of your lungs when he kissed you hard.
A cry tore from your lungs when he bit down on your bottom lip before sucking on it. You were sure that it had drawn blood, but your mind was quickly bought elsewhere when his other hand cupped your boob, squeezing harshly. 
“You just like the attention, huh?” He growled, nipping at your jaw, “You’re just a little attention whore, is that it?” 
You whined as his grip on your throat got tighter, not enough to completely cut off your air supply, but definitely enough to make you feel a little lightheaded. Sunghoon was typically always rough when it came to sex, but this? This was new, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on even more.
“Don’t think I don’t know what your little game was.” His voice was deep, sending shock waves throughout your body, “How you purposely left with Jake knowing the press was watching,” He moved his hand, allowing you to breathe, but not long before he sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of your neck causing you to cry out his name, “or how you threw yourself all over Jake…” Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as he continued to bite and suck on your neck, leaving deep purple and red marks. “All for what, huh? My attention? Well, guess what, princess, now you have it.” 
You knew you probably pushed him way over the edge the moment he started to mark up your skin. While his hands were tight enough on your body, you were sure they’d leave bruises behind. Then that dark lust that clouded his eyes was the final ringer that let you know, ‘oh I really fucked up’. 
“Hoon-” “What’s the safe word?” Oh, you definitely fucked up; you knew he never mentioned the safe word unless he was going to be rough. The two of you only came up with it just as percussion, mainly when you tried something new. But for him to ask now when you could clearly see the anger in his eyes? Yeah, you were screwed.
When he didn’t get an answer quickly enough, he grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks together, and moved his face merely inches away from yours.
“What’s. The. Word. Y/n.” Sunghoon snarled, enunciating every word with a glare. Your eyes were wide, not quite out of fear but something else you weren’t sure what to call.
“Purple.” You responded to the best of your ability with his hand on your face, eyes staring into his.
Then he let go of your face before pushing off of your body, standing flat on his feet. You pushed yourself up, eyes on him, ready to ask what he was doing. However, his voice was quick to beat you to it.
“Strip and on your knees.”
The tone of his voice was already enough to leave you dripping in your underwear, but the way his eyes bore into you made your whole body shiver. This new side of Sunghoon was something you never thought you would need, but it is now. You wanted so badly to disobey him, but you knew that if you continued to push his buttons, he wouldn’t hesitate to leave you without cumming. 
So, with shaky legs, you pulled yourself to your feet before slowly undoing the button on your skirt and letting it fall to the floor. You could feel Sunghoon’s fiery gaze on you as you pulled your shirt over your head and threw it somewhere in the room. Once you were left standing there completely bare before him, Sunghoon walked over and put his hand on your shoulder, pushing you down onto your knees.
“Now be a good girl and put that pretty mouth of yours to use,” He spoke lowly, his finger combing through your hair until he got to the crown of your head. A whimper fell from your lips as you placed your hands on his thighs to stabilize yourself when he tugged your head back harshly. “And I swear to god you try to tease, I will leave you here tied to the bed with a vibrator attached to your cunt.” The way his upper lip pulled back to show his pointed tooth, you knew he wasn’t lying.
"O-Okay," You choked out as he cranked your neck back a little more, eliciting a cry from your lips. He then let go, standing straight again, allowing you to slightly relax your neck. You wasted no time pulling his sweatpants' string loose before hooking your fingers around the waistband to pull them down. Once his pants were pooled at his feet, you lifted yourself up a bit, mouth watering at the sight of your boyfriend's dick.
Sunghoon then held something out to you, and your eyes went wide at the sight of the little pink egg, “Put this in that needy little hole of yours, and don’t you dare cum without my permission.” Your gaze shifted from the little toy to your boyfriend’s hooded gaze before taking it into your hand.
You kept your eyes locked with his as you brought the toy down to your pulsating heat, rubbing it up and down to collect your slick to use as lube. The slight stretch it offered left a whine falling from your lips, but it wasn’t nearly enough. That’s what you thought, at least, until a sudden vibration caused your whole body to jolt and a moan to slip past your lips. Then it was gone. Sunghoon watched from above as your body relaxed a bit, your eyes shifting to meet his once more.
He then grabbed himself at the base before tapping the head against your lips, prompting you to open your mouth. You parted your lips, sticking your tongue out, letting him drag his tip across your wet muscle, hissing at the contact. Shuffling a bit closer, you encased your lips around his tip, causing him to groan. Sunghoon gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail before thrusting his hips forward, sheathing his entire length in your mouth. Thankfully, your gag reflex was almost nonexistent; otherwise, you were sure you would be a choking mess. 
His pace started out steady; his hold on your hair kept your head in place. Until he found his rhythm, and his hips snapped forward, hitting the back of your throat, causing tears to prick at the corner of your eyes. Then the little toy inside of you buzzed to life, causing a moan to tear through your throat, muffled by his dick. The vibrations caused Sunghoon’s head to fall back with a groan.
Your head started to go fuzzy with pleasure as Sunghoon continued to piston his hips until your nose brushed his pelvis bone. The vibrations then kicked up, causing your body to jolt, nails to dig into his thighs, and you to moan around his cock. All of the sensations were overwhelming, and you weren’t sure if you would last much longer, but then Sunghoon’s words echoed in your brain. Knowing that he would punish you even more if you came without his permission, you tried your best to hold it in.
The drag of his cock along your tongue was enough to have your eyes roll back as you pressed the wet appendage against him.
“Fuck, this is supposed to be a punishment, yet you look like you enjoy sucking my dick.” He chuckled darkly before a throaty groan broke from his lips, his hips stuttering as he got closer to his high. You hummed around him, trying to keep yourself grounded, but you nearly choked as he turned the vibrations up to the highest setting. Tears were spilling from your eyes as you screwed them shut, pleasure overriding your senses.
Sunghoon wanted to burn this image into his memory, the tears running down your flushed cheeks. How the mixture of his pre-cum and your saliva dripped from your chin. The dark purple and red bite marks that covered the skin of your neck. The way your hips rocked against nothing but the air as you struggled to keep from tipping over the edge. God, it was a picture-perfect sight; if he could, he would share it with the world. A clear sign that you were his.
The thought of all of your guys' fans seeing it drove him over the edge, his dick twitching in your mouth as he painted your throat white. An animalist growl tore through his mouth as he rocked his hip, riding out his high before shutting the vibrator off. He then pulled out of your mouth, watching as you closed your lips, swallowing his seed without a word. You then opened your mouth once more, tongue lolling out to show him.
He then tugged on your hair, causing you to whine as you stood on wobbly legs. Not giving you a moment to breathe before his lips found yours in a heated kiss. He groaned at the taste of himself on your tongue before maneuvering you back until your knees hit the bed. A gasp fell from your lips as Sunghoon picked you up and crawled onto the bed before laying you flat on your back. 
Sunghoon pulled away from your lips, pressing hot, wet kisses along your jugular down to your breast before encasing one of your nipples in his mouth. A breathy moan escaped your parted lips as your fingers ran through his hair, tugging slightly. 
A loud cry escaped from your lips, and tears fell from your eyes when the vibrator kicked back to life. Your hips bucking against Sunghoon’s body, and your hands tugging on his hair. The male smirked as your body tensed underneath his, listening to every little noise that left your pretty lips.
“Hoon- fuck!” You cried out when you felt his slim fingers prodding at your entrance, thumb pressed against your clit. There was no way you were going to be able to last long at this rate, but when you met his dark gaze, you knew you had no other choice.
Your back arched off of the bed when he pushed two of his fingers into your pussy, pushing the little egg further in. A lewd, pornographic moan tore from your lungs when it pressed against your sweet spot.
“Found it,” Sunghoon chuckled, pulling his mouth away from your tits to watch as your body convulsed under him. His fingers started to pump in and out of your slick walls while turning the vibrator up.
Your ears were ringing, and your brain was starting to go blank as your body became overwhelmed with pleasure. Moans and cries of Sunghoon’s name fell from your lips like a mantra, and you could feel that little knot tighten to the point of almost snapping.
“‘M close! Hoon, please!” You cried out, back arching off of the bed as your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. Then, just like that, your orgasm was ripped away from you when Sunghoon pulled not only his fingers out but the vibrator as well. Pleas and whines slipped past your swollen lips as your vision focused, but your words were cut short when Sunghoon wrapped his fingers around your throat once more.
“Oh no, baby, you seem to have forgotten.” He left a chaste kiss on the corner of your lips before moving to your ear, “this is a punishment, you’ll cum when I say you can.”
Tears spilled down your cheeks as you locked eyes with your boyfriend, your mind reeling. This wasn’t how you expected things to go; sure, you knew he was going to punish you, but this? Your whole body was on fire, and the touch of Sunghoon’s finger felt like it was searing your skin, leaving behind traces of his touch.
Your jaw fell slack as Sunghoon slipped his fingers back into your dripping cunt, moving at a harsh pace. His thumb presses down in tight circles on your clit. Cries left your lips as you tried to push your boyfriend's hand away from your sore hole, but he was quick to grab your wrists with a growl, pinning them above your head.
“Don’t be a brat, be a good little slut and take my fingers.” His words stung in all the right ways, and your cunt squeezed around his fingers. Sunghoon smirked before catching your lips in a bruising kiss, muffling all the moans escaping your throat.
Your head fell back as you tried to wiggle your hips away from Sunghoon’s hand, the sensation becoming too much, almost mind-numbing. Sunghoon pulled his fingers out before landing a firm smack on your clit, causing a loud cry to fall from your lips, tears flowing down your cheeks.
“What did I say?” His tone was a low growl, sliding his finger back in.
“Please, Hoon, it’s- fuck! ‘S too much.” Your cries only spurred your boyfriend on, speeding his fingers up.
Broken sobs fell from your mouth as you felt that same knot in your gut reappear, but you knew that he would just rip that away. Your nails dug into the palm of your hand as you tried to ground yourself, but his fingers just kept rubbing your velvet walls in all the right ways, making stars cloud your vision. And then it was gone once again.
Sunghoon’s dick twitched at the sight of your tear-streaked face, loving how your makeup smeared under your eyes, how tears stuck to your eyelashes as you looked up at him with the fuck-out expression he loves so much. His eyes then traveled down the length of your body, your hands pinned so perfectly under his, the love bites that littered your neck and chest, the sheen of sweat that coated your body, then, finally, your dripping cunt. Your slick leaked out onto his sheets, leaving a wet patch. The sight made him rock hard once more, to the point that it almost hurt.
His silence was worrying to you because you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, let alone what he was going to do next. Just then, he released your wrist before leaning over to his bedside table. Your eyes widened as he pulled out the bundle of black rope, shaking your head frantically.
“No, no, I’ll be good, I promise! Sunghoon, please.” You begged, tears streaming from your eyes. However, those pleas were cut short when he glared down at you, holding his hand out for yours. “Sung-”
“Hands. Now.” His tone left no room for negotiation, and with a whine, you placed your hands in his. Watching as he bound your wrists together before pulling them above your head to attach them to the headboard. Once you were locked in place, he leaned down, face mere centimeters away from yours. “Should have thought about that before, huh?” His voice was harsh, his eyes gleaming, almost sadistic. “Maybe I should mark up this perfect body of yours; then maybe you’ll get the idea that you’re mine.” 
You bite your lip as he moves down your body, hooking his hands under your thighs, lifting your lower half until your ass rests on his chest, legs hanging over his shoulders. The position was extremely uncomfortable, but that soon slipped away from your mind when his lips latched to the inside of your thigh. Your breathing was ragged, breathy moans and whines falling from your lips as he left bites and marks all along your inner thighs.
Once he was satisfied with all of the marks, he moved down, blowing on your drenched pussy, watching as you clenched around nothing. Sunghoon gathered a ball of saliva in his mouth before letting it drop onto your clit, watching as it trailed down to join the abundance of slick. Your eyes watched his movements, lips tucked between your teeth. He then dived right into your pussy, licking a long stripe from your slit to your clit before harshly sucking on the bundle of nerves, eliciting a strangled moan from your lungs.
“Holy shit!” You cried out as your head flew back into his pillows, hips bucking into his face. Sparks flew across your vision as he held onto your hips, tight enough to halt any of your movements.
Sunghoon then trailed back down to your slit, sticking his tongue in, tasting your sweetness as it gushed out onto his tongue. He hummed at the taste, sending vibrations through your core and making you cry out his name, hands clenched into fists above your head. He continued to eat you out like a starved man while you were a whining mess under him, tugging on the restraints, hoping they would budge, but they didn’t.
“Hoon- fuck, please don’t stop.” You cried out, head falling back as he latched his lips to your clit once more, drawing patterns on the little button. The pillow under your head had your tears stains on it as the salty liquid continued to flow from your eyes at the instrumental amount of pleasure you were feeling.
You begged him not to stop as you felt that knot reappear once more, hoping that he would finally let you have that release. Sunghoon smirked against your core, listening to your choked pleas and moans. His movements didn’t let up as your body started to twitch, a tell-tale sign that you were close.
“Cum for me slut.” He growled against your skin; the mixture of the vibrations and his teeth slightly scraping against your clit had you toppling over the edge. Your body convulsed in his hold, toes curling behind his head and his name leaving your mouth in a borderline scream. It all just spurred your boyfriend on as he continued to devour you, easily throwing your body into overstimulation.
All of your body muscles tensed, and your shoulders grew sore from the angle at which they were placed. You were sure that your legs wouldn’t be usable the next day, nor would your voice, but that was a problem for future you to worry about. Right now, your brain is far too cloudy to think straight, pleasure drowning all of your senses.
A silent scream tore through your lips as Sunghoon placed the little vibrating egg against your clit. Your legs moved to snap close, but Sunghoon was quicker than that, grabbing hold of one of your thighs and keeping it in place. The mixture of the vibrations and his tongue buried in your cunt had your legs shaking by his head, another orgasm already on the horizon.
Inchohent moans and noises fell from your lips as he brought you over the edge once more, eyes squeezed shut. Sunghoon slurped up all of your juices, not leaving a single drop before pulling the vibrator away from your twitching clit. He then kissed the bundle of nerves, causing a small squeak to leave your lips. Your eyes then opened slowly, meeting Sunghoon’s eyes as he looked down at you with a smug look.
As he laid your body down, you could feel your muscles relaxing, and you closed your eyes, trying to catch your breath. However, your eyes snapped open when you felt the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance.
“You didn’t think we were done already, did you princess?” He chuckled, watching the shock on your face morph into pleasure as he slid in with little resistance. Your nails dug into the palm of your hand as a choked sob tore from your lungs.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” The word fell from your lips in a rushed chant as Sunghoon’s hips started to slam against yours. “‘S too much, Hoon!” You cried out as your back arched off the bed.
“No, it’s not; just shut up and take it,” Sunghoon growled, hands holding onto your hips with a vice-like grip. A high-pitched squeal broke through your parted lips when his hand came up and wrapped around your throat once more, “who’s pussy is this? Who’s making you feel this good? Who do you belong to?”
“You.” The words choked through your lips, but that didn’t fully satisfy the male; no, he wanted to make sure everyone knew. 
Leaning down, he ghosted his lips over yours, “Then say it.”
He then leaned back up and pounded into your sensitive cunt making your head spin, “Fuck! Yours, Sunghoon!” You screamed as your head fell back, missing the sadistic smirk on your boyfriend’s lips.
Sunghoon continued to thrust hard and deep into you, his pace never slowing, and you could already feel another orgasm creeping up. The words came out jumbled as you tried to warn him, his fingers squeezing the flesh on your neck. 
You were clenching around his dick like crazy, causing him to groan, “fuck keep doing that, and I’m bound to breed this cunt of yours.” The words only made you clench around him again, making him chuckle, “You want that, don’t you? You want my seed filling your womb until you’re sure to get pregnant, huh?” You mewled at his words, fucked out eyes looking up to beg.
Seeing the expression on your face almost drove Sunghoon over the edge, your tear-stained cheeks and glossy eyes that were begging him to cum inside, then your swollen lips that were parted as you moaned out his name. Fuck he wasn’t going to last much longer. Taking his hand off of your neck, he moved down to press his thumb against your clit, circling it in tight circles. Your hips bucked at his touch as your nerves were set aflame once more. The knot in your stomach tightened to an unimaginable level, but this one felt different. Like your body was about to burst, but before you could even get the chance to warn Sunghoon, your orgasm hit. Your release gushes out in waves, coating your and his thighs. A loud pornographic moan fell from your lips, and Sunghoon cursed under his breath at the sight. 
“You fucking squirted, you filthy whore.” He chastises you, his hips stuttering as he feels his high creeping up. A whine fell from your lips as he continued to fuck into you at a harsh pace until he finally tipped over the edge with a groan, painting your gummy wall white. 
Sunghoon continued to rock his hips into yours, riding out his high before coming to a complete stop. His eyes squeezed shut, feeling you wrapped around his still semi-hard dick, milking him for all he was worth. Opening his eyes, he let the flutter down to where the two of you were still connected, groaning at the sight of the white ring around the base of his cock. He wanted to capture this moment. So he did.
Leaning over, he grabbed your phone, which had been haphazardly thrown to the side, before opening the camera, ignoring the article you had pulled up. You didn’t even realize what he was doing as you tried to catch your breath until you heard the shutter click. Your eyes opened at the noise, surprised to see your boyfriend aiming the camera down at where his dick was still sheathed inside of your cunt.
Sunghoon could feel himself grow hard again at the sight, wanting nothing more than to make a big mess of the two of you. Swiping on the screen, he switched to the video recorder and hit the little red button before rocking his hips against yours. A whimper fell from your lips as he continued to toy with your puffy cunt.
"Oh, I'm not done with you yet, baby…" he chuckled darkly, his eyes meeting yours. "Far from it."
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⠀⭒ paring biker!jake x afab!reader. friends to lovers(?, masturbation (f), pet names, drabble, pretty short, semi suggestive content under the cut (minors DNI)
⭒ someone left this idea in my ask and i went INSANE.
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the party you were headed to in the first place was long forgotten. jake had stopped at the gas station to get a quick snack, leaving his bike on for him to hop on and keep going.
the whole ride was hell for you. being so close to one of your friends was... definitely an experience. the way jake's back felt against you was making you feel a lot of things, to which the bike vibrating under you was not helping at all.
on the other hand, jake was standing by the entrance of the small convenience store, watching you look around as you moved your hips alongside the seat that belonged to him. the gas station was almost deserted, it was late anyway.
"having fun?" he asked, walking up to you and his precious bike. you jumped in surprise. the feeling was getting stronger and better, making you forget completely about your surroundings.
he laughed, making you sit back on the spot you belonged to, hoping on his place to keep riding. "oh, baby. you left it all nice and warm for me." you blushed more at the nickname.
you were both back in the road, and your chest was against jake's wide back. your hands roamed freely around his torso, making him tap your leg quickly. he stopped in another gas station. this one was lonlier, it seemed abandoned.nthe lights worked just fine, perfect for jake.
he got off, leaving the bike on again. you were puzzled at first, as he told you to sit in front, and he'd be behind you this time. "do that again." he said. you looked back at him a little confused.
jake chuckled, grabbing you by the hips and moving them back and forth. you looked back at him once again, this time in shock. you hadn't paid much mind to what had happened earlier. he was going to drop you off at the party and forget about it, right?
but oh, the things jake had felt when he saw you getting pleasure from HIS bike. so here he was, behind you, guiding your every move as he ghosted kisses on the nape of your neck. "forget the party. lets have our own".
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im lacking creativity, but i will make a longer version, TRUST.
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CLOSER TO YOU
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Summary : Jungkook missed your important merger event for your company and a promotion you've been anticipating, he's apologizing for the wrong things, however it makes you love him harder.
>>pairing : jungkook x fem!reader
>>genre : angst, smut , fluff
>>trope : established relationship
>>warnings : mechanic!jungkook (not mentioned alot), corporate!reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk(min), spanking, oc is a creamer and squirter,rough missionary, neck kisses, makeout sesh, very light dom/sub tones, they really just cute.
>>word count : I'll add later.
[a/n : I'm bacckkk, I wrote this all in one sitting,my writers block is over and I will be writing a lot more when I have a chance cause school is kicking my ass omg! thank you for all the follows, this is my little treat to you. Enjoy!! reblog, reblog, reblog, that's how Tumblr works, but anything will suffice for now! come talk to me and send requests, I don't bite<3 p.s this is heavily unedited]
[listen to : closer to you - jungkook. if I ain't got you - alicia keys. bloom - aqyila]
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It's thick
The tension between you and jungkook.
You could not believe it yourself when Jungkook showed up an hour later after the merger event of your company, not when he promised to be there.
It was insufferable to face your colleagues without a plus one while their partners had held their hands the whole night. Marie did not bite her tongue when it came to asking you about where your partner was.
Yes, you were incredibly embarrassed and just contemplated staying in the bathroom stalls the entire night.
You have a scowl on your faces as you sit in the passenger seat of Jungkooks fucked Nissan Almera. Jungkook does not make attempts to apologize and it has been that way since he picked you up and quite frankly you're getting sick of it.
"Jungkook, seriously! Are you not going to fucking apologize for how you embarrassed me tonight?!" You finally let it out, screaming into the space of the car.
Jungkook avoids your question and simply presses on the gas to get  home faster. There's no traffic tonight.
You huff as you cross your arms and stare daggers at Jungkooks side profile. "So, I'm just gonna talk to myself then?" Again, no reply.
However the lack of response from your boyfriend does not stop you as you relay to give him a piece of your mind. "I just wanted you to show up, Jungkook for the one time I ask you to accompany me and this is how you fucking treat me?" You take a deep breath as you continue.
"Fine. Miss three dates that I've planned for us, but missing this important opportunity of my life...you must not love me, Kook."
"Don't say that." Jungkook finally whispers into the car. He just wants to fucking get home, But that's another 10 minutes.
You laugh, but its not full of humor, it's an annoyed breath of laughter. " and why not, Jungkook?" You question
He turns to look at you as you're stopped at a red light and his eyes look heavy and tired, hair disheveled and clothes wrinkled up. "If you wanna talk, we'll do it when we get home. Please. I'm begging you, baby."
You stay looking at him and your eyes never leave each other until the sound of a honk takes you both out of your daze as Jungkook drives off, not once waiting for your response.
A sigh is heard in the car and you turn to look at the city lights, hopefully he gets the hint that you'll have the conversation at home.
10 minutes later you're finally home and out of your heels, however you do not waste time getting back into the conversation.
"So why, Jungkook, why weren't you there? Did you know I got a promotion? And you weren't fucking there to stand by my side. Worst of all, Marie threw it all in my face. So where the fuck were you?" You've rambled but you're angry so Jungkook isn't mad in the slightest.
You've always loved the fact that he is incredibly understanding.
"I'm scraping the floors, ____. I'm barely getting by to pay our fucking rent so sue me for taking an extra shift at the workshop so you can get all the nice things you want." He responds to you, running his hands through his jet black hair.
You look around the gloomy apartment as you pretend to not understand what he had just said to you. The kitchen light shines on you both as you're both sat at the bar stools at your counter.
"I'llet you know that I don't need any nice things, I just want you. You're the only-"
"but I wanna give you all the nice things you want and I'll work twice as hard to give you anything."
It's as if he doesn't get it, he's the only thing you'll ever need.
Your head is hung low as tears gather at your waterline, you'd hate for Jungkook to see you cry cause you know how much he detests it. He fucking hates it.
"I-I love you so much, Kook. But as much as I do, I don't need nice stuff, I need you to be there for me, we just need each other. So stop taking extra shifts, I'm working as well and we can have nice stuff if we just love each other and be there for each other. Okay?"
Your voice sounds heavy, the tears have hit the counter and your back is being rubbed by Jungkook.
To avoid further arguments although he doesn't fully agree, he makes an oath to himself to get a better job and get you a life worth of all the beautiful things you want.
"Okay, baby. I'm sorry, I'll be there for you all the time. You know I love you, right? You're my favorite girl." It felt like years since you've heard Jungkooks heartful chuckle.
He lifts you by your shoulders and forces you to look at him, "I said you know that I love you, right?" You stare lovingly in his brown Bambi eyes as you nod.
Finally, he circles his arms around your waist, standing up as he brings your face into his chest.
You feel complete and whole as you melt into your boyfriends arms, there's no one like him, you don't think they'll ever be.
You lift your head as you hold out your pinky finger to him, eyes meeting once again, "pinky promise to never leave me."
Jungkooks lips spread into a wide smile as he locks his pinky finger into yours, "I pinky promise, baby."
After what seemed like years you both laugh lightly at each other, pinky fingers still interlocked.
"Mm, you know you can't break that promise." You teasingly say.
Jungkook chuckles and brings your locked fingers to his lips and laying a light kiss on your pinky, "wouldn't ever think of breaking this promise, Princess." He whispers against your pinky.
You sigh out a low 'okay' as you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his lips unto yours. His soft pillowy lips meet yours and you both dive into a passionate kiss, Jungkooks head tilted to the side to deepen the kiss, his hands sliding down to your waist to grip the skin underneath your black bodycon dress.
Your kiss becomes a fury for passion and lovemaking as your tongue envelops Jungkooks mouth and a soft moan can be heard throughout the kitchen as you moan into Jungkook mouth.
Jungkook peels off your mouth, leaning in to attack your neck in a series of kisses.
"K-kook, please!" You need him so bad, your breath is hitched as you fight for air and your moans are being progressively loud from Jungkook eating your neck.
He lifts his head up, going straight to undress you, you're peeled of your seat and onto your feet. Your dress is stripped off and you're only left in your skimpy black thong, your plump ass all bare for Jungkook as well as your tits.
Jungkook takes your lips once again, leaning  down to pick you up and as he does, he balances you with both hands on your ass and wastes no time laying a slap upon both cheeks and greedily squeezing a handful as you let out moans into his mouth like a mad woman. "Fucking love your ass." He practically groans into your mouth.
Soon, you're backed into your shared bedroom and jungkook throws you onto the bed.
Jungkook tears his clothes off layer by layer until he's left naked and his dick fully hard and bare of any hair is on show.
He spreads your legs as he settles between them, and pulling your thong to the side as he swipes a finger between your folds. "You're so fucking wet, all this for me?"
You can't seem to focus when Jungkook pushes in two fingers into your puckered hole, his speed taking off as soon as he feels you around him. "O-oh fuck, Kook!"
"Mmhm, that's it baby, taking my fingers so well." He fingers you for another 10 seconds until he's pulling out and immediately replacing his fingers with his pink tip, slowly sliding into you tight and wet walls.
"Ohh fuck!" You both moan at the same time, the feeling of his dick deep into your stomach as he starts his strokes off slow.
Your eyes are barely open as jungkook goes at a relentless speed, thrusting into your pussy as if you owed him something.
"That's is baby, cream all over this dick, and spread your fucking legs higher." You're drunk on his cock as he fucks you missionary, feeling him in your organs.
"I'm gonna cum, Kook!" The knot is getting tighter as you feel your wetness trickling down your thighs and your creamy essence coating Jungkooks dick.
"Cum for me, baby. You deserve it. Cum all over this dick." That's all it takes for you to release all over Jungkook, as a scream is let out from the depth of your lungs.
"Good girl." He never stops thrusting as he chases his high, Jungkook presses onto your stomach as he groans, as he feels his high approaching. He's sweaty above you, his dry hair now wet and stringy.
Your moans and Jungkooks are in sync as you feel your tummy tightening once again.
"Fuckk!" Jungkook finally cums and releases his load into your pussy, and you follow right after, squirting all over his lower abdomen.
"Shit." You let out as jungkook rolls over you as he watches you gather yourself.
He gets up and gets a warm wet towel for you. Jungkook cleans himself up and you. Soon after he dresses you up in fresh panties and his shirt and for himself he gets boxers and joins you in bed after an eventful night.
Your head is on his chest as you play with is belly button and Jungkook is in deep thought.
"I'm sorry, baby. For tonight." He finally says and your heart relaxes.
"Let's forget about that. You're here right now, that's all that matters."
"Congratulations on your promotion, I love you, Princess." You're surprised he even remembers and all you can do is let out a squeal.
"Thank you, and I Love you."
"I know." His tone is cocky, not that you care but you're giddy as you lean up to lay a peck on his lips.
There's no where else you'd rather be. That's what you declare.
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