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bangthemsonyeondamn · 13 days

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Too Damn Loyal

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 12.6k

Genre: Married Couple, Some light BDSM, Light dom/sub, Mature Audience Only.

Summary: both are absolutely in love with each other but he thinks she deserves better so OC just get's angry and umm yeah, punishes him (they both want it). dorks in love who are whipped for each other, Jungkook loves to yap & blushes a lot. here he is from a poor background married to a very rich women and he feels insecure. he loves to argue and rile up his wife, his wife has a thing for calling him her "husband". she calls him her perfect man and remembers every slight thing he mentions. Soft Dom wife who is ready to do anything her husband asks him to and he get's angry because she's "too damn loyal" to him. Warning: Mentions of alcohol, candle wax, blindfold, gag, flogging, riding crop, handcuffs.

Notes: IF UNCOMFORTABLE KINDLY SCROLL AWAY :)

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Jungkook is your husband of 2 years. You married him because you fell for him first and proposed to directly marry, he was shocked and on the moon because he did have a crush on you back then. It took him multiple dates to agree to marry you. Both of your parents didn't agree because according to them you don't belong with each other, well you think otherwise cause he is the perfect one for you.

Your parents think he's just with you for money and his parents think you're too controlling for their son. There were really limited people in your wedding unlike your sister's which you and Jungkook got an invite to, well your sister only invited you knowing damn well you're married and won't go anywhere without your husband.

Some people just stare at him and don't even approach him even though they know he is the husband of one of the most influential personalities. When people speak to you, they ignore him like he is not even there or straight up insult him saying "if you need a job, call me I have a position for you".

You get fed up with them and you both sit in the corner while the ceremony comes to an end almost. Jungkook sits next to you while holding back tears he holds your hand

"I can't stand hearing that," he said in a whisper.

You squeeze his hand for some support because you know how toxic your family is, they put a facade of being kind to the world. sometimes you think you're like that too, you only care about Jungkook and yourself that's it.

"Let's go" he takes your hand and starts walking with you. once you were away from everyone, he looked at you, holding back tears "d-do you still love me?"

"hun i only love you no one else" As soon as he heard that he hugs you tight not wanting to let you go.

"I love you so much" he whispered in your ear.

"my baby please calm down" you rub his back for support.

He holds you tighter not wanting to let you go, his heart is racing "I hate them so much"

"me too"

He looks at you, his eyes are a little red. "I hate the way they look at me, they treat me like I'm just a bug"

"Do you want to eat out in a hotel?" you said distracting him because you don't want to stay in the wedding and stress him out.

He nods "please" he said in a whisper still holding onto you, not wanting to let go

You hail a taxi, he is still holding onto you tightly, you can see that he is shaking a little and still holding back tears. "baby you can cry just make sure to take deep breaths okay so you don't choke"

He nods, and after taking a deep breath he starts crying quietly, his tears stream down his face, he buries his face against your shoulder, the sobs are shaking his shoulders. he keeps holding onto you, his fists clenching your shirt, his head buried in your shoulder, his body still shaking as he cries. You can hear him faintly muttering I'm sorry's and I love you's in between sobs.

"I love you always remember"

you answer him. He tightens his grip on you as you say that, crying even harder.

"I love y-you too" he managed to say in between sobs, his breathing and shaky. "promise you'll never leave me...please" he said, his voice shaky, looking up at you, his eyes red and tear filled, his fingers still clenching your shirt.

"I'll die but won't leave, okay? you said rubbing his back so he calms down. He nods, he hugs you tighter and buries his face against your chest, still crying, you can hear him mumbling "I love you" over and over again like a chorus. he leans up and rests his forehead against yours, his face wet with tears, he takes breaths, his voice is shaky, but he manages to speak. "please don't ever leave me, please...you're the only light in my life"

"You have to promise me as well" you said and intertwine your fingers.

Holding your face in his shaky hands "I promise I won't. I wont, ever, ever, leave you, I promise" he said, his voice still shaky from crying.

"I swear I'll find you okay?" you said and left soft kissing on the back of his palm. He nods, holding you close "promise me? You'll always find me no matter what"

"No matter what" you whispered in his ear.

"And I'll do the same for you" he said quietly, hugging you tighter, you feel his tears trickle down his face again. He buries his face against your chest again, breathing shakily "promise me" he repeated again, his grip on you tightens.

"I promise my gguk" hearing you call him 'my gguk' makes his heart beat faster, he clings onto you even tighter, and nods "I promise too, my love"

"Let's go?"

He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself down, still clinging onto you though "yeah, let's go. I want cuddles" forgetting about eating.

"After eating" you remind him that you're going to a hotel not home.

He finally lets go of you "yes, food, then cuddles" he said quietly, you can still see the evidence of tears on his cheeks, but he's slowly beginning to calm down.

"you should fill your tummy to the brim okay?" you said hugging his bicep.

He smiles faintly "I'll do that, for you. I'm really hungry"

"yes let's eat"

he says taking your hand in his "let's go then"

"it's a expensive restaurant"

you said as he was busy looking at the exterior of the hotel.

He raises an eyebrow "how expensive are we talking? I didn't exactly bring a lot of money"

"what? I'm paying" you tell him.

He shakes his head "Nuh uh, I'm paying. I'm the husband, it's my job"

"nuh uh I'm your wife it's my duty to fill your stomach"

He pouts at you "and it's my duty as your husband to spoil you and buy you things. So I'm paying"

“it's my duty to always make you happy”

He pouts even more, knowing that he won't be able to win this argument, but he's stubborn "You make me happy by just existing. Paying for your food is the least I can do"

“no smiling is the least you should do”

He smiles faintly "I won't smile until you let me pay. Or at least let me pay half"

“okie don't smile I can handle angry kookie”

He tried to act angry, folding his arms defiantly, still refusing to smile "I'm serious, I'm paying. Or letting me pay half. I won’t smile until you agree"

“fine by me, don't smile, c'mon”

He frowns again, stubbornly refusing to smile, he mutters something like "I'll win this argument some day" but he grabs your hand and leaves the car and starts heading towards the restaurant.

He stops in his tracks at the sight of the prices. He slowly looks at you, his eyes wide, and he just mutters

"Are you sure we shouldn't go somewhere cheaper?"

“no, only the best food for you”

He looks back at the prices, still shock and sighs, he knows he won't win this argument

"A-are you sure? It's a lot of money"'

“hmm excuse me, we're ready to order" you said ignoring your sulky worried husband.

The waiter looks up and smiles at you "what would you like to order?"

“We'll have 2 wagyu steaks, oysters, and Hawaiian Pizza. Chocolate pudding, cajun sliders, 4 cans of beer and 2 bottles of soju”

The waiter writes down your order and smiles again "Certainly, your order will be delivered in a few minutes. Can I ask for both or your names please?"

“mr & mrs jeon” you said proudly.

The waiter smiles wider upon hearing that "Okay Mr and Mrs. Jeon. Please, take a seat and your food will be with you within few minutes"

After the waiter left, Jeongguk still looks slightly shocked as he spoke up

"Love...that's gonna be so much money. How- how are you going to pay for this?"

“Babe, just eat and don't use your brain” he pouts, but he nods, not wanting to argue any more. He knows he won't win.

"But I'm paying next time. Okay?"'

“hmmm”

"I see, you're going to be difficult when it comes to that aren't you?"

“Hehe” you giggle

"you're so stubborn." he muttered before grabbing your hand and linking his fingers together. you brush his hair back. He closed his eyes and smiled slightly at your touch, the tension in his shoulders seemed to melt away as you caressed his hair, he held onto your hand with a comfortable firmness but not too tight. He hummed quietly and relaxed against your touch.

“ggukie”

His eyes still closed, he made a questioning noise to show that he's listening. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at you, his hair somewhat messy from you touching and caressing his hair, and he smiled faintly at you. The earlier tension and pain seemed to be nowhere in sight, only blissful and comfortable calm remained on his face

“Should we go shopping tomorrow?”

His eyes narrow at the mention of shopping "Yeah! I'll be able to spend time with you, and we'll be spending more money" he teased jokingly at the end, being sarcastic.

“not just for you” you already have enough clothes.

He smiled wider at that, tilting his head to one side "You're spoiling me too much. You need to let me spoil you too."

“Another time” he pouts slightly at that, he wants to spoil you too "When will that be then, love?"

“hmmm I will decide later”

He tilts his head slightly again at your vague answer, but he smiles at you too. "You really are stubborn, you know that?" he teased playfully

“uh huh”

He sticks his tongue out at you and huffs slightly, still pouting "but it's one of the things I love about you. It's adorable when you're stubborn, even if it's annoying sometimes"

“The dishes arrive, let's eat" he nods, his gaze lingering on you for a few more seconds as if committing your face to memory, and then he starts eating happily. He looks up at you as he chews his food and smiles "these are so good"

“hmm”

“it's too god” you mispronounce with a mouthful of food.

His mouth is full with food as he tries to find words to tease you. "It's really god" he said in between chews and smirks at you, copying you. he swallowed before speaking again

"I love it. You really chose all my favorites" he beamed at you, his eyes shining in both fondness and happiness. He seemed a little too happy just because he was being fed with his favorite food.

“Eat well”

He takes another bite and hums happily, nodding.

"I'm eating well. I'm happy you fed me my favorites. I'm happy I get to be with you. I'm a really lucky man"

"I'm the lucky one"

He smiles widely, shaking his head as he swallows

"No, I'm the lucky one." he says, staring at you with nothing but pure love in his eyes

“No I'm it's obvious ask anyone” you reply back quickly.

His gaze still holds lots of love "No no, I'm the lucky one. Look at you, beautiful, kind, sweet, loving, adorable. I'm definitely the lucky one"

“Look at you handsome, cute, adorable, sexy, goodlooking, hardworking, gentle, kind, passionate, respectful, sweet, caring who can compete with that” you said it made him flustered.

“I can also do anything for you”

He smiles softly and reaches out to gently stroke your cheek "I know you can. You do everything for me, love. Which is why I'm the lucky one to have you. You're too good for me"

“No you're way too good for me”

He shakes his head firmly, cupping your face in his hands gently. "No, I'm serious. You're so perfect. I don't deserve you, and yet you love me anyway, and it's honestly a wonder how I managed to capture your attention."

“You're perfect, I just act like I am”

He gently pinched your cheek playfully at that, shaking his head again "Stop that. You're not just 'acting' like anything. You are perfect. You make me happy just by existing, and I will defend that till the day I die. You're perfect no matter what you say"

“hehe says the perfect guy himself,” you said, drinking beer and opening a can for him too.But he doesn't stop holding your face in his hands, he gently caresses your cheeks with his thumbs gently and playfully.

"You're perfect-ier okay? Way more perfect than me."

“so you're perfect-iest more perfect most perfect”

He laughs quietly at your words and the way you worded them.

"There is no such word as 'perfect-iest' love" he teased, pinching your cheek again

“Also no such thing as perfect-ier”

He rolled his eyes playfully, sticking his tongue out at you,

"You know what I mean" he pouted, looking at you with his puppy eyes for a split second before looking away again

“you also know what I meant”

Shaking his head again, still pouting slightly, but his expression was a mix of playfulness and slight pouty annoyance.

"Hmph. You're so stubborn"

“you too” you teased. Trying to distract him from all the harsh words he heard today.

"Yeahhh, so what? I'm stubborn"

He said it as if it was a challenge. He crossed his arms, as if a challenge for you to respond to that.

“you're still my man”

He relaxed a little at that, arms falling loosely by his sides, slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. his whole demeanor softened slightly at those words.

"I'm still your man" he repeats your words, his voice soft and loving

“will always be"

He smiles widely at those words, the smile reaching his eyes as he says "And you will always be mine. Forever."

“hmm ofcourse I can't let anyone snatch you my handsome husband”

He raised an eyebrow, a cheeky smile spreading across his face as he said,

"Oh really now? Why's that, love? Are you worried that someone will steal me away from you?"

“hmm sometimes”

He hums thoughtfully, a slightly teasing tone in his voice,

"Oh? Is that so? What's the reason for the 'sometimes', hm? Don't you have confidence that I won't leave you?"

“I don't know”

He chuckles quietly and shakes his head "Really? You don't know? I thought you would. Do you doubt my love for you, darling?"

There's a slight teasing in his tone, but he's also curious. he wants to hear your answer

“I don't doubt you I don't trust others” you answered what you felt in your heart.

He hums at that, his expression visibly softening as you answer. the slight teasing in his tone is completely gone, replaced by a hint of tenderness and understanding

"You don't trust others, so you get worried that they can take me away from you. Is that it?"

“Yeah”

He takes hold of both of your hands in his. He looks deeply into your eyes as he spoke in a soft, tender voice

"Love, you really don't have to worry about that. No one can take me away from you, or you away from me, okay? We're in this together, forever. You're stuck with me forever, darling" he added teasingly.

“You too,” you said truthfully.

He agrees, giving your hands a gentle squeeze.

"Only you. Just you. And I don't want anyone else either. You don't have to worry about losing me. I'm yours, darling"

“I'm my Jungkook's as well”

He smiles wider at that, there's a slightly possessive edge to his smile

" Exactly. You're mine, all mine."

“Let's go?” you said standing up with support at the table, you both are tipsy and dazed because of the soju

“Go get the taxi, I'm just getting the bill”

He nods and stands, stretching his arms over his head and groaning quietly at the slight strain in his muscles in a way that he knows you find stupidly attractive. His shirt lifting up just the tiniest bit, revealing a narrow strip of tanned skin. He then turns to head outside and hails a cab.

After getting the cab, he looks back and sees you exiting the restaurant, he turns fully to look at you directly, his gaze lingering on you for a few extra seconds, as if he had a hard time taking his eyes off you. After a few seconds, his gaze flicked up to the impatient cabby before he looked back at you with a small grin on his face.

"Love, you should hurry up, the cabby's impatient"

“yeah this is for you” you hand him his corn ice cream.

He takes corn ice cream, his eyes widening in surprise and he looks at you with an affectionate expression, as if he's saying 'you remembered' without actually saying anything.

"Thank you, darling"

“Love you”

Slightly looking away from you for a moment and taking a bite of the ice cream as he muttered out

"Love you too..." his words were slightly muffled by the food in his mouth, and he tried to act nonchalant as he refused to look at you directly.

He continues to eat the ice cream, his gaze turning back to you every few seconds, as if he can't look away for more than a few seconds at a time. He hums quietly, his expression visibly softened as he eats. His pouting, though very slight, is still present as he looks at you. It was clear that he's trying to act nonchalant, even if he's not doing a very good job, his gaze still lingering on you every few seconds. There are some thoughts in his head and the soju he drank is just encouraging him more.

He looks at you, his tongue sneaking out to lick the ice cream dripping down the side of the cone, his gaze still lingering on you as he did that.

"You are staring at me or something, love?" he said in a slightly playful tone, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Huh?” you question him because he’s the one ogling you.

he looks amused at your response, still eating the ice cream, his gaze still on you, he then chuckles quietly, shaking his head slightly

"You are staring at me, love. Did I have food on my face?" he teased, smiling slightly as he raised the cone of ice cream to his lips and took another bite.

“you're the one staring at me and then the window? I thought you want to say something”

"I'm not staring. I'm just taking glances every few seconds. Totally different." he muttered, stubbornly looking out the window

“hmm ofcourse” you said.

His pout deepens as he still refuses to look at you

"Love, can I ask you something?"

He asked, still looking out the window, but he sneaked a slight glance sideways at you, observing your face subtly.

“Yes bub”

He hesitates for a moment before continuing slowly and quietly "You don't doubt me, right..." he glanced at you again before looking out the window again, his expression slightly vulnerable for a split second.

“About?”

He bites his lower lip slightly, nervous. He's obviously not sure of how to continue, he looks out the window again, before speaking up again

"You don't.. Doubt that I will cheat, right... Or leave you... For someone else...?"

“Of course I don't doubt bub, but sometimes circumstances are not in our favour okay?”

He nods, but the vulnerability on his face is still there, he can't hide it even if he tries. He glances at you again

"I know... But... You trust me, right? You trust that I won't ever cheat on you...?"

“I trust you with my blind eyes”

He smiles faintly at that, still looking slightly vulnerable. He's still not quite confident that you fully trust him, but at least these words give him some sense of security.

"Even with your blind eyes..." he repeats in a soft, quiet voice, as if he's reassuring himself more than trying to reassure you.

“Yes even if you push me off the cliff i would believe it was because you wanted something good for me okay?”

He looks at you, his eyes widening slightly in shock at those words. He doesn't say anything for a moment, just staring at you with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and a hint of tenderness

"Love... You can't say things like that. Stop being so loyal, it's dangerous"

“huh? What's wrong with being loyal and in love with my husband? Why is it dangerous?”

Shaking his head in disbelief. He looks exasperated and there's a slight hint of affection in his eyes at your words,

"Love! You shouldn't say that. You shouldn't ever be loyal to someone, to anyone, to the point that you would still trust them if they pushed you off a cliff! That's way too much love!"

“It's not anyone gguk, it's you bub”

Rolling his eyes slightly. He can't help it, even your sweet words makes him want to playfully bicker a little,

"It doesn't matter if it's me or not. My point still stands, you're too loyal to me and it's dangerous"

“So what?”

He sighs, shaking his head in slight disbelief. There's a hint of fondness in his expression at your stubbornness,

"So what? So it's dangerous! What if I did something terrible huh? And you would still trust me even if I pushed you off a cliff or something. That's dangerous"

“hehe would you push me off a cliff?” you giggle at him.

He looks at you, his expression suddenly serious. He's silent for a moment, staring at you with a firm, intense look in his eyes

"Of course not. Never. I would never do that. I would die before I'd push you off a cliff"

“ Exactly why I trust you”

In slight annoyance, his expression became slightly stubborn and annoyed. Despite how he's feeling, he can feel himself softening at your answer,

"You shouldn't trust me that much though love, it's dangerous. You need to consider yourself more"

“hmm how about no?” you replied back knowing this will make him annoyed.

"No? No? You're supposed to listen to me love. And I'm saying it's dangerous and you shouldn't trust me that much. Your loyalty is going to get you hurt"

“What's wrong, is something bothering you?”

He sighs, his shoulders dropping slightly,

"I... No, nothing is bothering me. It's just that, you're way too good for your own good, love. And I don't know what to do. You're so loyal to me that it's dangerous. It makes me worry..."

“Don't worry nor I'm being too much nor you”

Quietly looking at you with a slightly stubborn expression. Even though he claims he's not worried, the worry and concern is clear on his face

"I can't help but worry though. You're too loyal and loving, someone could take advantage of that"

“Do you trust me?”

He nods instantly, the stubbornness and slight annoyance fading away instantly.

"Of course, I trust you fully, darling. You know that. I'm worried about others using your loyalty to take advantage of you"

“I'm only like this with you. Do you believe me?”

His expression visibly softened, the stubbornness completely gone. He looks at you with a slightly tender expression and nods.

"Yes, I know you only act this loving and loyal with me. But that doesn't mean someone can't take advantage of you and your loyalty"

“I'm not close to anyone other than you bub, only trust you and no one else, don't worry”

He hums quietly, looking at you with a slight frown on his face, still worried

"I know love. I know you're not close to anyone but me. That's what's worrying me. You only trust me, what if I do something to betray your trust one day?"

“Would you?”

He scoffs as if he can't believe you even asked him that. He looks at you with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief at your words

"What? Of course not! I'm not going to betray your trust, you should know that!"

“Exactly I know that, that's why I trust you”

Looking away for a moment before looking back at you again. His annoyance is gone, and only a gentle stubbornness is present in his expression now.

"You shouldn't be so trusting. Just because you know I wouldn't betray your trust doesn't mean you shouldn't keep some boundaries. You shouldn't be this loyal to me, love"

“okay”

He raises an eyebrow at your response, he's a bit surprised that you actually seem to listen to him for once.

"Okay? You're really going to listen to me for once? No arguing?"

You’re silent and watching out of the window.

He looks at you, slightly surprised at your quietness. Usually, you'd be arguing with him right now, refusing to listen to what he said. But you're just quiet now, a mixture of annoyance and fondness visible on his face

"You're being surprisingly obedient right now love"

He looks at you with a hint of curiosity, trying to figure out what's going on inside your head right now. He's never seen you be this obedient and quiet before

"You're usually more stubborn than this. What's going on in that pretty little head of yours, love?"

You smirk but don't say anything staying silent the whole time.

Slightly irritated with your sudden silent stubbornness. He's used to your usual feisty personality, and this sudden quietness is throwing him off.

"Love, stop being like this, it's strange. You should be arguing with me right now, it feels weird to not have you fighting back with me"

He reaches out without thinking, grabbing your chin gently and pulling your face closer to him so he can examine your expression closely

"Love, talk. Why aren't you arguing with me? You're usually so stubborn, and now you're quiet. It's driving me crazy"

When you remain silent, his grip on your chin slightly tightening as he pulls your face even closer to him, his gaze narrowing in frustration

"Stop being quiet. I don't like it. Talk. Now."

He looks at you, his fingers still holding onto your chin, his expression becoming slightly angry as you continue to stay silently stubborn. Again, trying to keep his annoyance in check but failing miserably. His deer eyes stare into your making it difficult to ignore him.

"Love, either talk or I'll kiss you. Which one is it going to be?"

He's becoming increasingly frustrated with your continued silence. Without giving you any time to respond and grabs your chin tighter, pulling your face even closer so you're mere inches away from him, his gaze darkened with annoyance and a hint of desire

"Fine. You want to be stubborn? Then I'll just force you to open your mouth. And I won't mind if I have to kiss you to do it"

“Your ice cream” you said pointing at his ice cream.

Rolling his eyes at your response, he loosens his grip on your chin slightly

"Forget my ice cream. I have something sweeter in sight right now"

“My mouth's bitter rn”

he scoffs, his grip still on your chin, looking at you with a slight smirk, his gaze darkened

"Oh yeah? I highly doubt that. I bet your mouth is sweet as honey, love"

“No it's bitter rn”

He tuts, shaking his head slightly, his smirk still in place. He leans in, his face even closer to yours, his lip almost touching yours

"Is that so? Well, I'll have to see for myself. I think I should taste your mouth and see for myself"

“It's bitter because my husband thinks I shouldn't trust him”

His grip on your chin tightening slightly "That's not the point, love. I don't mind you trusting me, I just don't want you to be too loyal. There's a difference"

“There is no such thing as too much loyalty” you said with sass.

"Yes, there is love. You're too loyal, it's dangerous. You should have some boundaries, you shouldn't be so trusting and loyal to me that you'd go to the extremes if I asked you to"

“It’s my choice”

"That's exactly my point, love. You're willing to do anything I say even if I don't ask. You shouldn't be this loyal. What if I ask you to do something bad? Or what if I push you too far? You're too trusting, love. You should have some boundaries"

“I don't care”

His expression darkened even more, his eyes filled with annoyance and frustration.

"Damnit love, you're pissing me off. Stop being so stubborn. You can't just trust me with anything and everything. You need to set some boundaries. Damnit, I'm trying to look out for you"

“And I'm looking out for you”

His expression visibly softened slightly. His grip on your chin loosens a little, and his glare fades a little.

"Love, you don't have to look out for me. I can look out for myself. You're the one who's a saint, you don't need to worry about me"

'Me, a saint?’

He rolls his eyes at your question, his expression becoming annoyed again.

"Of course you're a saint. You're too loyal and loving. You're willing to overlook all my mistakes. You're too good for your own good and you're too loyal to me. You're a saint"

“If I'm a saint then what are you?”

"Me, I'm far from a saint. I'm flawed and human, I make mistakes and I shouldn't be trusted. I don't deserve your saint-like trust and loyalty, love"

“Then what do you deserve?”

He looks away for a moment, his expression almost sullen and vulnerable for a split second before he snaps back to his usual expression

"I don't deserve anything good, love. I know that I don't deserve you. I know I'm far from being worthy of your loyalty and love"

“Then what do I get?” you annoy him with you questions.

He's trying to keep his annoyance in check, but he's struggling a bit

"Nothing. You don't get anything, love. I don't deserve you but I'm too damn selfish to let you go."

“I don't get anything too?” he looks adorable being angry at you both you’re doing this so it can end how he wants.

"No, you don't get anything, love. I'm too damaged and broken to give you anything good. You shouldn't waste your time and love and loyalty on someone like me"

“so what should I do”

"You should... Stop caring about me. Stop loving me. And find someone better" oh he didn’t dare.

You close the gap between both of you.

He's briefly startled by your sudden movement but quickly regains his composure. His grip on your chin tightens again, and he looks almost taken aback by your sudden close proximity

"Love, what-what are you doing?"

“Can you watch me? someone else kissing me, hugging me, touching me? Huh?” you ask in a challenging tone.

He looks at you, confusion and anger flaring up in his eyes at the thought of someone having their hands on you, their lips on yours.

"No. No, I can't watch that. No one can touch you like that. You're mine."

“Then how could I ever find someone better when the best is my own husband”

He blinks for a moment, slightly startled by your words. Your words take him by surprise, he wasn't expecting that. He looks at you, a mixture of confusion and frustration still visible in his eyes, but there's a hint of vulnerability now

"Love, I'm far from the best. I'm broken and damaged, I'm not the best choice for you"

“Then who is? you're my husband mine I didn't marry you blindfolded I married you because I knew what's best for me”

His face becoming slightly softer, the anger and irritation slowly fading away and being replaced by a mixture of vulnerability and tenderness

"I know you married me by choice, love. But I'm not good for you. You shouldn't be so loyal to me, I don't deserve it. You deserve someone better"

“Someone better? What if he cheats on me, lies to me, betrays me?” a brief flicker of anger appearing in his eyes.

"Someone better, love. Someone who isn't as flawed and selfish as I am. Someone who isn't as possessive and broken as I am. Someone who isn't damaged and has the capacity to love you better than I can"

“Jungkook there is no one as good as a man you are, no one else” he looks away for a moment, struggling to maintain his firm stance and not let himself soften against your words.

"Love, you're too loyal. You see me through rose-colored glasses. I'm far from a good man, love. You need to see me for who I really am and stop being so loyal and loving towards me. You're only setting yourself up for disappointment" okay now he is saying too much.

“If I'm setting myself for disappointments then let it be I choose that myself not you”

"That's exactly what I'm talking about, love. You're too good for your own good. You shouldn't willingly set yourself up for disappointment, you should have standards and boundaries. You shouldn't be so naive or naive to trust and love me like this"

“Then why should I not love you when I actually love you, not care for you when I'm always worried about you, not love you , hug you, kiss you?”

He becomes even more frustrated, conflicted between his own desire for your love and loyalty and his belief that you deserve better.

"Damnit love, you're too loyal and giving. You shouldn't love me, you shouldn't care for me, you shouldn't love me or kiss me or hug me. You should have some boundaries, some standards for yourself"

“I will decide my boundaries and isn't love limitless , boundless?”

“Of course, love is boundless and limitless, but that's not the point. You're too good to me, you're too loyal and naively trusting. You're putting your own well-being at risk by loving me too much"

“There is no such thing as loving too much”

"Yes there is, love. You're loving me too much. You're going to the extremes and putting yourself and your own well-being at risk by being so fiercely loyal and loving towards me"

He knows earlier you should be close to your family you left them for him. you used to go on dinner with friends, trips, shopping sprees with them and now no one even calls you because you know they are gonna badmouth and insult your husband for no reason.

Now you just go from home to office and back home again because you broke relationships with anyone who said even the slightest insult to him.

This wedding is when you met your family after 6 months of contact and he made you leave again without eating with them. He knows you can't tolerate anyone speaking rudely to him so he tried to keep his emotions in check. but earlier he just burst and now those feelings are rising again.

“Well this is my love and you're stuck with me. you don't get any options to get out of it”

Your words make his heart flutter, but he tries to keep his demeanor firm and controlled. "You don't know how annoying it is to know that you love me so fiercely and loyally. I'm supposed to be the one protecting you, not the other way around"

“No, we love each other right?”

Your words soften him for a moment, his expression becoming more vulnerable and tender.

"Yes, love, we love each other. But you're being too loving, too loyal, too fierce in your devotion. I'm not worthy of it, love. I'm not good enough for you"

“If we love each other and we care for each other then we also protect each other, understand?”

He wants to argue, but your words make it difficult to argue.

"Yes, love, I understand. We protect each other. But you're being too vulnerable, too exposed, too loyal. You're putting yourself at risk by loving me so fiercely"

“Guess what, I don't care,” you said without any emotion in your voice.

How can he argue against you when you're so fiercely loyal?

"Love, that's exactly what I'm talking about. You're too willing to give yourself up, you don't care about yourself. You're too damn loyal"

“Deal with it, your ice cream is melting”

Your words snaps him out of his momentary vulnerability

"Love, I swear you're such a handful. Forget my ice cream, I have a more stubborn and difficult sweet thing in front of me now"

“I bought it so you can eat it while you watch out of the taxi and relax, take your thoughts of stress for a while but you...

You pause for a while deciding to tease him even more.

“Jungkook?”

He looks at you with a mixture of annoyance, frustration, and affection in his eyes

"What? What do you want now, love?"

“Do you have anyone else?” you know he is gonna be pissed.

He blinks in surprise at your question, his expression becoming slightly taken aback. He looks at you, slight disbelief in his eyes

"What? What kind of question is that? Of course, I don't have anyone else. Why would you even think that?"

“Why would you say that I'm too loyal you should be happy that I'm loyal not scared that I'm loyal, it's giving me some dangerous thoughts”

His hand resting on your hip "Love, you're overanalyzing my words. I just meant that you're taking it too far. You're being overly loyal, it's worrisome"

“Yeah I'm taking it too far” You decide to shut up for the whole ride.

Slightly amused by your sudden decision to be silent. He glances at you, a hint of a mischievous smirk forming on his lips.

"Oh, decided to be quiet, love? It's a miracle."

The silence in the car made him feel both comfortable and restless simultaneously. The only sound in the car is the hum of the engine and the soft sounds of the city outside. He steals glances at you, his expression becoming conflicted again as he fights against the urge to start another argument

Again, the silence in the car became almost unbearable. He can't take it anymore, the need to talk to you and hear your voice is too strong

"Love, why are you being so silent now? You were being so stubborn earlier, and now you're suddenly quiet?"

Growing more and more frustrated with your silence. He can't stand not knowing what you're thinking, it's driving him crazy. He looks at you, his expression pleading

"Say something, love. Anything. Just talk to me. Don't keep silent like this"

You both reached home and you paid the taxi before Jungkook could open his wallet and you walked straight towards the elevator, ignoring him. He quickly follows you, closing the distance between you in a few long strides. He enters the elevator with you, standing close. He watches you intently, his expression a mixture of annoyance and concern

"Love, what's gotten into you? Why are you being so quiet like this?"

Watching you closely as the elevator ascends. The silence in the enclosed space feels deafening. He can't stand it, he needs you to talk to him

"Come on, love. Say something. Don't keep giving me the silent treatment"

“Say I'm right”

He's caught off guard by your sudden demand

"What? Of course you're right, love. You're always right"

“About this argument”

He doesn't want to admit it, but you're right and he knows it.

"Fine, you're right about this argument. You're always goddamn right"

“say it like you mean it”

He looks at you, knowing that he has to concede defeat

"You're right, love. You're always right. You have the high ground in this argument, and I know it. I was wrong"

“from your heart” you know you’re pushing it.

He sighs, knowing that he has to acknowledge your victory

"Love, from the bottom of my heart, you're right. You've won this argument, fair and square. I was wrong, and I apologize"

“Apology not accepted” You decided to tease him, he ate your brain the whole ride.

He looks at you annoyed, not expecting you to reject his apology

"What? Why not? What do you want from me, love? I just admitted that you were right!"

“You said I should not forgive you and keep boundaries right I'm doing just that”

His expression became conflicted again. He's caught in a stalemate, his own words coming back to haunt him

"Damnit, love, you're really going to use my own words against me now? I was just trying to protect you, to set boundaries"

“ Exactly”

He feels trapped, knowing that he can't win this argument

"Damnit, love, you're making this difficult. I can't win with you, can I? Even when I'm trying to protect you, you turn it against me"

“No not against you against your words”

Sighing in resignation as he realizes the irony of the situation

"Love, you're really twisting everything I say, aren't you? I was only trying to protect you, to set boundaries. But now, you're using my own words to resist me"

"I'm not resisting you , you said to not care about me, don't love me blah blah blah" you unlock your penthouse.

He follows you into the penthouse, more frustrated and concerned,

"Love, that's not what I meant, and you know it. I just don't want you to be so blindly loyal and devoted to me. You should have some standards and boundaries"

“ Exactly i've having boundaries right now”

"Love, you're being difficult. I never thought you'd use my own words against me like this. I'm just trying to protect you, to be the best husband possible"

“I'm always the one being difficult” he is just pissing you off now.

"Yes, love, you're always difficult, especially when it comes to protecting yourself. You're stubborn and loyal to a fault, and it drives me crazy"

“Yeah I'm at fault”

His tone is firm and serious,

"No, love, that's not what I mean. You're not at fault for being loyal and loving. It's one of the things I admire about you. But you need to have some boundaries, some limits, or you'll leave yourself completely open and vulnerable, and that worries me"

“I'm having right now but you're still behind me” you enter your bedroom after rooming your heels and jacket.

"Love, I'm not behind you because I'm trying to control you or smother you. I'm behind you because I worry about you. I want to protect you, to make sure you're safe and cared for"

“If you don't want me to be loyal then don't care about me at all” you said removing your shoes and jackets, walking in the bedroom.

"Love, you know that's not possible. I can't just stop caring about you, no matter how hard I try. You're a part of me, and I can't just turn off my feelings like a switch"

“ Exactly gguk i can't stop being too loyal out of the sudden of just have boundaries out of the sudden”

"Love, you're right. I guess we're both stuck with each other's flaws, huh? You can't stop being too loyal, and I can't stop caring about you. I guess we're both doomed to drive each other crazy"

“Strip” you don’t want to run your mouth for baseless arguments anymore and get straight down to business.

He was surprised but amused at your command. He looks at you, a slight smirk forming on his lips, mission complete

"You want me to strip, love?"

“I won't repeat”

"Alright, love, you don't have to repeat yourself. Just know you're really testing my patience"

He starts to unbutton his shirt, watching you the entire time

“On the bed”

He finishes unbuttoning his shirt and drops it on the floor, revealing his toned chest.

"Bed, huh? As you wish, love"

He moves towards the bed, still watching you intently

“Hand”

"Hand? You want my hand on the bed?" he says knowing well what you meant but he had to just make you more mad.

He places his hand on the bed, looking at you with a smirk

“Give your hand to me,” you said calmly.

"Here you go, love. My hand is all yours"

“Both”

He extends both his hands towards you

"Both my hands, love. They're all yours"

You put the handcuffs on him.

He looks at you, a hint of a sly smile on his lips

"Handcuffs, love? You're really going all out tonight, aren't you?"

You locked that handcuff to another cuff and locked it to the headboard.

“As you wish, love. I'm all tied up and at your mercy now"

You get up and go into the closet, watching you as you disappear into the closet again. He's handcuffed to the headboard, his hands secured above his head, and he's curious about what you're up to in the closet.

"Love, what are you doing in there? Leaving me here all tied up and defenseless?"

His ears perked up at the sound of the shower turning on. He strains against the handcuffs, trying to get a glimpse of what you're up to.

"Love, are you taking a shower? Leaving me here all tied up while you're there rinsing off your perfect body without me?"

He kept blabbering, his words becoming a little more desperate and needy as the sound of the shower continued.

"Love, come on, this isn't fair. You can't leave me here all tied up while you're in there taking a nice, hot shower. I want to be in there with you, feeling the water on our skin together"

You come back with a full robe on and it touches your ankles.

His eyes widen as he sees you re-enter the bedroom. He watches you carefully, his expression a mix of anticipation and frustration as you approach him in a full robe

"Love, you tease. You come back looking all innocent in that robe, knowing damn well what effect it has on me. It's torture"

You start to blow dry your damp hair ignoring him.

He becomes frustrated as he watches you blow dry your hair, completely ignoring him. His handcuffs rattle against the headboard as he tries to shift his position to get your attention.

"Love, you can't just ignore me like this. You're torturing me, you know that, don't you?"

Straining against the handcuffs, he says

"Love, stop ignoring me. You're driving me insane, and you know it. I'm handcuffed to the bed, completely defenseless, and you're just blow drying your hair like I'm not even here"

Watching you go back into the closet again. He's starting to feel more and more restless, his heart racing at the thought of what you might be getting

"What are you doing in there now, love? Coming up with more ways to torture me while I'm all tied up here?"

You bring back the dark black velvet box and he knows what's in it. his heart rate picking up at the sight of the velvet box. He knows exactly what's in it, and he can't help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation

"Love, you're bringing out the box. You're really going to use it now, aren't you?"

You took out some things like candles, blindfold, flogger, riding crop, and gag ball. Something which you’ve tried on him yet but you think it’s time.

He sees the assortment of items you've taken out of the box. His breath hitches in his throat as he tries to contain his anticipation

"Love, you're not holding back tonight, are you? You're bringing out all the toys, huh?"

His gaze shifts between the items you've retrieved and your smug expression. The handcuffs rattle against the headboard as he squirms in anticipation.

"Love, you know exactly what you're doing to me right now. Teasing me with all those toys, keeping me tied up and at your mercy. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

His voice became more strained and pleading.

"Love, please, don't keep me in suspense. Use those toys on me. I'm at your mercy, completely at your mercy. Just do what you want with me, please. I can't take this anticipation anymore

“You talk too much” you said but internally you’re cooing at his desperation for you.

"I'm sorry, love. I just can't help it. I'm so eager, so needy. I want you so badly, and I can't keep my words in anymore. Please, just touch me, use the toys on me, do whatever you want. I'm all yours. Just please, don't keep me waiting any longer"

His body jerked slightly at the touch of the crop on his abdomen. His muscles tense, and his breath hitches in his throat. you caress the crop on his abdomen.

"Ah, love. You know how sensitive I am there. You're driving me crazy. Please, don't tease me like this"

You tie the blindfold on his eyes, not too tight. his breathing becomes heavier as you tie the blindfold around his eyes, restricting his sight. He's completely at your mercy now, completely trusting and submitting to you

"Love, I can't see a thing now. Do what you want with me. I'm all yours to use and control"

His body trembles faintly as he adjusts to the loss of vision. He's completely dependent on your touch and direction now

"Love, this is torture. Not being able to see you, to see what you're doing, what you're going to do to me. It's driving me insane. Please, do something. Touch me, speak to me, just something, please"

His body shivers once more as he feels the crop tracing a path from his abdomen to his thighs. His breaths come in shallow, ragged bursts as he tries to contain his excitement

"Ah, love. Your touch, it's so light, so delicate. Yet, it's driving me insane. I want more, I need more. Please, don't stop"

His body shakes violently at the unexpected strike of the flogger. A muffled gasp escaped his lips as the pain registers, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. You’ve left a mark on him on the outer side of his left thigh.

"Ah, love. That was unexpected. You really know how to catch me off guard. Do it again, love. I want to feel more, I need more"

“Turn back” you command.

His body is still trembling from the last strike. His senses heightened and his body aching for more.

"Love, you want me to turn my back to you? I don't mind. I'll do whatever you want"

“Butt up” you’re not really in the mood to speak.

His cheeks flushed as he obeys your command. He turns around and gets on his hands and knees, presenting his butt to you.

His heart racing as he positions himself in the way you've ordered. The anticipation and excitement is building inside him. He feels completely exposed and submissive, just the way he likes it.

Instead of the flogger he expected you're dripping candles on his cute butt. his skin burns slightly at the sensation of the hot wax drizzling on his sensitive skin. He gasps and hisses at the mixture of pain & pleasure.

He suddenly feels the flogger connecting with his skin, eliciting a louder gasp and a shudder from him. The combination of pleasure and pain is overwhelming, the sensations blending together in a heady mix that has him struggling to catch his breath.

The candle drips moving towards his back abandoning his butt, his body jerking slightly as the candle drizzles move and trails up his back. He arches his back involuntarily, his shoulders tensing with anticipation as he waits for the next sensation to come. The contrast between the burn of the wax and the pleasure of the flogger has him dizzy with need.

He doesn't notice but you're writing something with drips. His focus entirely on the sensations he's experiencing, completely immersed in the pleasure and pain. He doesn't notice the words you're writing on his back, lost in the moment and completely surrendering himself to your control.

You continue with the flogger, his body arching and twisting in response to the flogger. His breaths come in shallow, rapid gasps as he tries to process the sensations flooding his system. He doesn't know what's coming next, which makes it even more intense and enjoyable for him.

The crop is in front of his lips and he knows what to do, already knowing what you want him to do with the crop. Eager to please you, he opens his mouth submissively, his lips parting eagerly to accept the crop.

“You enjoy riling me up don't you pup?”

His voice coming out in a needy, submissive tone

"Yes, love. I do. I love riling you up, pushing your boundaries, testing your limits. It's a thrill for me, knowing that I can make you lose control. I want to please you, love. I want to be the one who makes you lose your mind with desire"

“hmmm you love being put in place right?”

"Yes, love. I love it when you put me in my place. I love it when you take control, when you make me submit to you. It's a turn on for me, knowing that I'm completely at your mercy"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Please, love. I want you to do whatever you want with me. I want to feel your touch, your control, your dominance. I want you to take me to the edge and beyond. I want to give myself to you completely, to surrender to your desires and wishes"

“okay count for me”

"Yes, love. I'll count for you. How many strokes do you want me to count?"

“How much you want to argue with me after I fill your stomach and buy you that cheap ice cream that you didn't even enjoy because you love running your mouth so much” you said in a dominant tone which caused him to gulp at your words. He knows he was out of line, and he's ready to accept his punishment

"I'm sorry, love. I shouldn't have argued with you after you filled my stomach and bought me that ice cream. I shouldn't have run my mouth so much. I think I deserve 20 strikes, love. Is that adequate enough for my disobedience?"

You don’t reply using words and directly strike.

He lets out a gasp of air, the breath leaving his lungs in a sharp exhale. He counts aloud, his voice shaky and breathless.

"One"

He braces himself for the next strike, his body tensing in anticipation. The sensation of the lash against his skin is intense, sending a wave of pain and pleasure through his body. He counts aloud again, his voice filled with both need and love. his voice coming out in ragged pants as he struggles to catch his breath. There are tears in his eyes, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through him. His face is vulnerable and contrite.

The blindfold was soaked with sweat and tears. He can feel the cloth sticking to his skin, and it's hard to see through the moisture. But his body is aching for more.

“Turn back again”

He is still lost in the sensations and the pain. But he does as he's told, turning around and presenting his body to you once more. The stinging pain on his back serves as a reminder of his obedience and submission to you. He closes his eyes, his breaths coming in shallow, gasps.

You lean down and licks his tears, his body shuddering at the sudden, intimate touch of your tongue on his tears. He lets out a soft gasp, the sensation sending a shiver down his spine. you move south on his neck to continue your licks, his breath catching in his throat at your intimate gesture. The sensation of your tongue on his skin is both soothing and arousing, and he finds himself unable to move from you. He craves your touch, your attention, your presence, and he can't help but let out a soft, needy moan.

You roam your hand around his chest to calm him down, his body relaxing under the gentle touch of your hand roaming across his chest. The sensations are soothing and calming, and he leans into your touch, seeking more of the comfort and reassurance it provides. letting out a soft sigh of relief as his breathing gradually steadies.

But that calmness is gone the moment you put the gag in his mouth, His breathing quickens, his body tense with anticipation. Now silenced, he can only rely on you to guide him and give him what he needs.

You picked up the remote and turned the aircon to the coolest temperature. feeling the chill of the air conditioner hitting his skin. His muscles tense slightly, and he shivers involuntarily, his body craving some kind of warmth and comfort. He tries to relax as his body adjusts to the colder temperature.

You roam your hand around his abs, His body responds to your touch, his muscles tensing involuntarily as your fingers trail across his abdomen. He's completely vulnerable in his tied-up state, unable to do anything but receive your touch and react to it.

“My husband is the most perfect man to exist. Do you agree?”

Despite the restriction of the gag, he nods his head enthusiastically, making you soft.

“My husband doesn't have any flaws, agree?”

He's fully focused on communicating his unwavering acceptance and agreement to your words.

“Who is my husband?” You ask and removes his gag, the first thing that comes out of his mouth when you remove the gag is

“I'm your husband, love”

His voice is breathless and filled with a mixture of reassurance and obedience,

“Do you agree?”

His voice is firm and determined as he replies "Yes, love. I do. I wholeheartedly agree. I am yours, completely and utterly. Your husband, your partner, your submissive, your possession. I belong to you, love"

"Do you agree with all of the above?"

His voice now becomes more submissive and obedient as he repeats his agreement "Yes, love, I agree with all of the above. I am your most admirable man, your most perfect man, your husband without a single flaw. I agree to it all, with all my heart and soul, love"

You put the gag back in his mouth, silencing him once more, you smack the crop on his chest, exactly on his defined peck. you move the crop under his chin and lift his chin up with it "you're the best choice for me, do you agree?"

Forcing him to look up at you. Despite the gag, he manages to nod his head, his actions conveying his complete agreement to your question. He's fully submitted to you, willing to agree to anything you ask.

"I am always right, agree?"

a muffled “yes” coming from behind the gag. Despite the restriction of his words, there’s no denial or disagreement in his eyes. He fully submits to your assertion, silently agreeing with your words.

"Do you love me the most?"

Though unable to speak, his body language communicates his unreserved agreement. He nods vigorously, the love and devotion in his gaze evident and clear for you.

"You're in any situation in the world, you'd tell me and not hesitate?" He nods his agreement. Even in the most extreme or dangerous scenarios, he'd never hesitate to come to you and seek your comfort and guidance, no matter what.

You remove his blindfold for the last question but keep his gag in, he blinks, his eyes adjusting to the sudden influx of light. The blindfold is gone now, but the gag is still firmly in place, preventing him from speaking. His gaze is fixated on you, his eyes wide and full of expectancy as he waits for the last question

"you would let me be too in love, too loyal to you to the point I'll do anything for you, right?"

His body quivering under the weight of his submission and devotion. The gag makes it impossible for him to verbally express the depths of his feelings, but his eyes speak volumes. They convey his love, loyalty, and unconditional surrender to you, promising that he'd embrace and relish you of being "too in love" and "too loyal" with no reservations or limits. He accepts defeats and nods repeatedly.

You remove his gag and whisper "mine" before locking lips, kissing your husband in a nasty manner, there is drool, sweat, tears all over his face but you don't mind.

He melts into the kiss, completely submitting to your dominance. The taste of sweat, tears, and drool mingle with the sweetness of your lips, sending waves of passion and pleasure through his body. He gives himself completely to you, his love and devotion fully on display, as he pours every ounce of his being into the kiss. He's utterly and hopelessly yours

You kiss his forehead and get rid of the cuffs, his wrists aching slightly from the prolonged confinement. But the pain is nothing compared to the waves of pleasure and sensation coursing through his body as you kiss his forehead. He looks up at you, his gaze filled with gratitude and love, as he whispers.

"Thank you, love."

He gently rubs at his wrists, and still feels the lingering sensation of the leather against his skin. Despite the soreness, he feels a strange sense of comfort and satisfaction, knowing that he's given himself completely to you. a soft gasp escaping his lips as you take his wrist and gently kiss it. The ointment, coupled with your touch, sends a soothing feeling through his skin. He watches you lovingly as you apply the ointment, his heart swelling with affection and gratitude for your care and attention.

“Lay down on your stomach”

His body tensing slightly as you apply the ointment on his back and butt. The cool sensation of the ointment provides a soothing relief for his battered skin, and he lets out a soft sigh of contentment at your gentle touch.

Jungkook notices you wrote something on his back, He craned his neck slightly to try and see over his shoulder, but it was impossible for him to view the words himself.

"Love, what did you write on my back?"

You smirk at him, his eyes narrowing slightly as he notices your smirk. He knows that look all too well, and it usually means you're up to something. He raises an eyebrow, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation in his gaze

"You wrote something, didn't you? Come on, tell me. I'm curious now"

'Too Damn Loyal'

A mixture of surprise and amusement passes through his expression, and he lets out a soft chuckle as he repeats,

"Too damn loyal, huh?"

He can't help but laugh a little at the words.

“Since you have a problem with me being too damn loyal , here is a reminder that I'm too damn loyal always”

A smile spreads across his face as he processes your words. He turns around, looking at you over his shoulder as he responds

"I don't have a problem with you being too damn loyal, love. In fact, it's one of the things I love most about you."

He lets out a soft laugh

"But I can't deny that the reminder on my back is a nice touch."

You don't reply to anything busy with applying ointment. his expression softens as he gazes at you. His tone is adamant and earnest as he shakes his head

"No, love, I don't have a problem with it. I love your loyalty, your faithfulness, your commitment. It's endearing and admirable, and I wouldn't change it for anything."

“Kooks”

A fond grin spreads across his face as you call him by his nickname. It's a term of endearment that he loves hearing from you, and it never fails to make him feel special and loved

"Yes, love?"

“I would jump off a cliff anytime just so you know, hehehe”

you giggle as you look at him being worried.

His smile fading immediately as your words sink in. A look of concern crosses his face, his eyes widening at your statement

"Don't. Say. That."

His voice is firm and authoritative, laced with a hint of worry. The thought of you harming yourself, even for his sake, is absolutely unbearable for him. Even though he knows you're joking right now, that is still not acceptable for him.

You continue laughing behind his back.He can tell that you're being playful and slightly joking, but the thought of you endangering yourself for his sake is no laughing matter

"I'm serious, love. Don't even joke about it. I would never, ever want you to harm yourself, no matter the reason, do you understand?"

He was again getting serious so you decided to shut him up by pressing your lips on his, his initial stern expression faltering as you planted a kiss on his lips. He melts into the kiss, his body responding to your touch. But when you part, he pulls back slightly, staring at you with a serious look.

"Promise me, love. Promise me you won't say or do anything like that, even in jest. I need your word."

"The bath would be ready for you by now, get your ass in the tub" A mixture of surprise and amusement flitting across his face at your command. But he's also relieved that you're changing the subject, realizing you're not taking this seriously.

"Alright, alright. I'll get my ass in the tub."

“Yes your cute ass” His cheeks heated up slightly at your compliment. Despite himself, he can't help but be slightly flustered by your comment, and he can't suppress a small, bashful smile

"Are you implying that you're only sending me to the tub so you can admire my 'cute ass'?"

“And what if I am?”

A smirk forming on his face as he realizes that you're playing this game. He decides to play along, a hint of teasing entering his voice

"Are you that addicted to my 'cute ass' then, love? Can't keep your eyes off it, even in the bathroom?"

“Love it so much I would”

His smirk grows wider at your confession. He steps closer to you, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper

"Is that right? You love it so much, you'd even watch me in the tub, huh?"

“I always keep staring at it in public” you admit what you fantazise about him.

A look of mock surprise passed through his face. He leans in even closer, his body almost touching yours as he replies in a low voice

"Is that why you never complain about me wearing tight jeans, love? You like the view, don't you?"

"Love it", you sent him a flying kiss.

His grin widening at your admission. He reaches out and gently grabs your hips, pulling you closer to him, so that your bodies are pressed together.

"Well, I'm glad you appreciate my assets, love. I'll make sure to wear them more often for you, then" laughing softly as you drag him to the tub. He follows willingly, enjoying the feeling of your hand in his.

"Looks like we're having a bubble bath tonight, huh, love?"

“We no?, you need to get the wax off”

nodding in agreement. He steps into the bathtub, lowering himself into the water. The warm water envelops his skin, providing a soothing sensation. He leans back against the tub, eyes closed in relaxation.

"You're right, I need to get the wax off. Mind helping me with that, love?"

"sure bun" a soft smile spreading across his face as you agree to help. He looks up at you, eyes half-lidded in relaxed anticipation as he responds,

"Thank you, love. I appreciate your help. This wax stuff feels weird, but I trust you to take care of it."

"Sorry I didn't ask you before using it, it completely slipped my mind. I'm sorry bun"

Shaking his head slightly, he replies

"It's okay, love. I know you didn't have bad intentions. And honestly, I don't mind trying new things with you. Just maybe give me a heads up next time, so I'm prepared, yeah?” he says, despising your worries.

"Sorry about this mess" you said scrubbing the wax off, he gives a slight shrug

"It's alright, love. Accidents happen, especially when we're trying new stuff. Don't worry too much about it. I'm more concerned about getting this wax off me, it's starting to feel uncomfortable"

"No I mean sorry about always being right, getting into fights because of it"

A small smile appears on his face. Though your stubbornness and insistence on being right can be frustrating at times, he also finds it endearing. He reaches out and takes your hand, gently squeezing it affectionately

"Ah, that. I admit, it can be a pain in the ass when we fight because of that. But you know I wouldn't change it, right? I love that fierce determination in you, even when you're insisting on being right. It's one of the things that makes you, well, you."

"No other man would tolerate me, only you gguk"

A soft chuckle escaping his lips. He gazes up at you, his expression filled with affection and love

“Exactly, no one else would be able to handle your stubborn, bossy, and feisty attitude. But I don't mind it, love. In fact, I sort of enjoy it, even though it drives me crazy sometimes."

“Sorry" you apologize knowing you are at fault as well.

"Don't apologize, love. Like I said, I don't mind it. Besides, it keeps things interesting, right? If you were always obedient and easy to handle, it would be so damn boring."

“I guess you're right”

"Of course I'm right. I'm always right" he teases you.

Once he is out of the tub you apply his favorite lotion, a content sigh leaves his lips as he feels the cool lotion against his skin. The relief of the wax being removed, coupled with the soothing touch of the lotion, is incredibly pleasant.

"Mmm, love, that feels so good right now. The lotion smells amazing too."

You again came back with the ointment which got washed up by the water, a slight wince escaping him as the ointment touches his raw skin. The area is still a little tender from before, but the cool ointment provides some relief.

"Ah, that stings a little bit. But I know it's necessary. I'll try to stay still as you apply it, love."

"Wear your clothes, I'm making the bed," you said, handing him the towel. Nodding his head in understanding he takes the towel from you

"Alright, love, I'll get dressed. You go ahead and take care of the bed. I'll be there in a moment." He quickly dried himself off and got dressed. Once he's done, he walks over to the bedroom, where he finds you making the bed.

Approaching you at the bed he watches silently for a moment, a small smile on his face as he observes you tidying up the blankets and pillows. Stepping closer to you and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. His chin comes to rest on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind, his chest pressed against your back.

"Everything looks nice and neat, love. You always manage to make our bed look so inviting."

Gently nuzzling his face against your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your skin. The closeness and intimacy of the moment, coupled with the comfort of the made bed, brings a sense of peace and contentment to him

"I can't wait to crawl into bed with you, love. It's been a long day, and I could really use some cuddles with my favorite person."

"hmm only cuddles?" a sly smile forming on his lips at your question. He knows what you're implying, but he feigns innocence, playing along with your game.

"Only cuddles? Yeah, just cuddles. Why did you have something else in mind, love?"

"No nothing bun, let's cuddle"

He laughs at your response. He knows you're being cheeky, but he decides to go along with it for now, knowing that cuddles are always a welcome comfort.

"Alright, love, just cuddles it is. I'd never say no to snuggling up with you in bed."

He pulls you closer, a content sigh escaping his lips as he buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent. his tattooed arm wrapped around you, holding you tightly against his chest. The warmth and comfort of your body against his feels like a soothing balm after a long day. He plants gentle kisses on your neck, trailing up to your ear as he whispers, his voice low and sultry.

"Mmm... I could stay like this forever, love. Just holding you in my arms, feeling your soft skin against mine."

The feeling of your body against him and the sound of your soft sighs in his ear stirring something deep within him. He can't resist the urge to kiss your neck again, his lips moving in slow, languid kisses along the nape of your neck

"You're so damn addictive, love. You know that? I can never get enough of your scent, your touch, your presence. It's like you're a drug, and I'm completely addicted to you."

You brush his fluffy silky locks helping him relax, the feeling of your touch combined with the relaxing effect after the bath has an almost instantaneous calming effect on him. He feels his eyelids grow heavy, a wave of drowsiness washing over him.

"Mmm, that feels so good, love. Your touch always makes me feel so relaxed."

His arms loosen slightly, his body becoming limp against you as he drifts off into dreamland. A content, peaceful expression settles on his face, his lips slightly parted as he sleeps soundly.

"love" softly mumbling in his sleep as you brush your hands through his luscious, fluffy hair. The gentle, rhythmic motions of your touch create a soothing lullaby for him, deepening his slumber. He nuzzles his face further into your shoulder, seeking comfort and warmth even in his sleep

"I love you to death bub" you confess, his sleeping figure unable to respond to your declaration of love. But perhaps, even in his dreams, he can sense your presence and the depth of your affection for him. The smile that plays at the corners of his lips may be a silent affirmation of his love for you in return.

His peaceful, sleeping form snuggled up against you looks even more adorable in the soft lighting of the room. The relaxed expression on his face, with his slightly parted lips and soft, even breaths, makes him look almost ethereal. His features, free from any tension or worry, showcase his true beauty and innocence, making him your perfect man.

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itstheimpossibledream · 1 year

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Bam

Pairing : Jungkook and reader(y/n)

Word count: 3856

Summary: You drop off Bam from his grooming appointment and finally meet his owner. From there it's sexual tension city !

Warnings : Uprotected sex, domJK, smut , oral, all the things

“Bam!Get out of the tub- Get o-”

The doberman’s eyebrows knitted and he seemed to question why it wouldn’t be fine for him to stay in the bathing tub all day. It wouldn’t have bothered you as much if you didn’t have the most splitting headache,your body begging for the day to be over. The rest of the groom went by without contest. Your coworker had already left for the night so, it was your job to finish up Bam’s look and drop him back off at home. You pulled up to the intimidating building and Bam eased out of the car, leading the way through the halls to his place. Your apron was dusted with an assortment of dog hairs and wet splotches where dogs had shaken to their heart’s content. You had groomed Bam a few times. He was becoming a regular client , and you chuckled to yourself, always finding it funny that people with short haired breeds would choose to get their dog groomed instead of doing it at home themselves. Must be rich you snort to yourself raising your hand to knock on the door. Not that you were mad. After his first groom, the owner had requested you. What you did to make him look so much different than other groomers you had no idea but, you were grateful for the client as well as the consistently generous tip. Even if you never knew who it was coming from. The door opened and the music in the background was much louder than it had seemed in the hallway. He was young and surprisingly attractive. His t-shirt fit loose but, you can see the canyon between his pec muscles through the shirt leaving no illusion to the fact that he was incredibly fit. You wanted desperately to reach your hand out and run your fingers over the hard mounds of flesh but, alas your professionalism was unmatched.

He clears his voice “Thank you.” he extends a colorful arm out to grab Bam’s leash, the large doberman moved accordingly; completely unphased by the facial symmetry of his owner. You feel yourself staring at the tattoos but, each time you think to look away another picture catches your interest. He uses his other hand to put his glasses on his head,creating a temporary headband.

“Was he good?” he asks. While every bone in your body wanted to tell the truth you found yourself unable to disappoint the light in his eyes. The slight dimple, the questioning smile, he was ridiculously good looking. “Yea- ummm he was great !” You lie shifting yourself in the hallway, finally realizing that you have to pee and your headache has not let up.

“ you okay?” He asks noticing your attention change.

“Mmmmhmmm.” you turn to leave but, find yourself immediately turning back. “Actually would you mind if I use your bathroom?” You’re almost embarrassed to ask but you convince yourself to be cool. Everyone has to use the bathroom, be an adult. But let’s be honest ,your only thought was how grateful you were right now that you only had to pee.

“ Ofcourse !” He smiles backing out of the doorway. He clearly thought there was something seriously wrong with you, if asking to use the bathroom was that much of a relief to him. He pointed in the direction of the bathroom and you ran. Embarrassed but aware there was a time stamp on this activity. You relieved yourself quickly; washing your hands and checking your appearance in the mirror and then searching the medicine cabinet for something that would help your headache. You were partially annoyed that you hadn’t found anything and the fancy ass cabinet/mirrored door was so elaborate that it slipped through your hand and crashed into place. You double checked yourself in the mirror and decided to just go with it. Post work you was not your hottest you but, there was really nothing you could do about it now. You chide yourself for that less than helpful pep talk and head out the door.

As you entered the room he turned from the counter gently placing the small glass of soju on the island infront of you and then leaning on the countertop behind him.

“What’s that for?” you ask a smile creeping into your cheeks with the thought that he might want to spend more time with you.

“You look like you need it.” he jokes, extending his arm to grab the other glass that he had filled for himself.

“Cheers!” he smiles like a little kid and downs the liquor. You taste yours as well. He pulls his lips back with a short intake of breath before leaning forward, forearms on the island, bangs beginning to fall free of their glass barrier and floating into his eyes.

“So did that wash down whatever you stole?” his eyes were intent on you studying your face.

“I mean I know I don’t have anything good.” he says, turning to pour again.

“I didn’t take anything. I just had a headache and was looking-” you trail off.

“Ooooo. well you could have just asked!” he brushes past you and goes into the bathroom laughing. He comes back out with the container gingerly twists off the top and you watch as the veins in his fingers work delicately to pull out two pills for you. Your eyes shift to Bam on his dog bed squeaking his toy, happily ignoring the humans in the room.

“Here.” he rolls the pills into your hand and you mumble a thank you. He reaches across the counter for his glass and the bottom of his shirt rides up the smallest bit. You roll your eyes because it's all you can do to keep from tattling on yourself with stares. AVERT YOUR EYES is all your brain is thinking. He hands you the small glass.

“Wasn’t this yours?” you ask.

“Scared of drinking after me?” he plays with you, stepping in closer.

“I don’t know you but, I don’t trust you.” you say mimicking his action and not breaking eye contact. You wonder if it was too much but, you can tell by his body language he was more focused on continuing the conversation.

“I don’t have diseases, if that’s what you're worried about.” he turns and crosses the room petting Bam on the dog bed.

“Says the wealthy, hot man in his 20’s” you snort taking a sip to wash down your medicine. Now, you make a grimace. The alcohol and the ibuprofen create a disgusting fizz on your tongue.

“I’m hot and wealthy you hear that?” he mimics, talking to Bam.It wasn’t like you didn’t stand by your words but, you felt the heat rising in your cheeks as he said it. You look down at the crystal glass in your hand, your thumb picking at the design.

“You can take off your apron if you want.” He says finishing a scratch on the top of Bam’s head, Bam to invested in his toy to notice.

“ O ! Yea…” you begin pulling your apron over your head. You feel it get caught in your hair and almost die of embarrassment. He notices your need for assistance and quickly closes the space between you. You hear him let out a small laugh before you feel his warm hands on top of yours.

“Let me try.” He says calmly.

You huff and put your arms by your side. Acutely aware of the fact that you seemed like a stubborn child but, he soon had you released, popping your hair tie in the process.

“You broke it on purpose.” You joke in a deadpan voice as he presses the broken fibers into your palm. You look up at him and he walks backwards towards his soju again.

“It’s pretty down.” He says winking before he turns to the counter. He moves so quickly you almost weren’t sure if you saw it.

“So you use Bam to lure women back to your home and kill them with compliments?”

“ mmmmm.You started that.” he says between swallows.

“Well don’t get used to it.” You say. “ I’m usually not that nice.”

He snorts at that. “ you work with dogs, I find that hard to believe.” his glasses fall onto his face but, he doesn’t seem to mind.

“ Ahhhhh there’s where you’re wrong.” You smile “ The dogs don’t care if you’re nice, Just consistent. Plus, they’re easy to get along with. They don’t talk.”

“ You think I only intend to talk with you? “ he asks, raising his eyebrows over his glasses. The act itself was enough to make your breath catch in your throat but you somehow manage to stay calm and collected. For a moment it felt as though all the air had left the room. You quietly held your glass, picking again at its intricate design. Listening to the music of his footsteps as he gently pads his way to stand in front of you.

“Do you think I poured you a drink and invited you in, only to talk to you ?” You finally looked up from your glass, he toyed with the piercing on his lower a boyish smile playing on his face.

“Am I not a riveting conversationalist?” you say blankly.

He laughs over your dry humor, using it as an excuse to move closer to you.

“You definitely are.” he promises,stepping closer into you. You can’t help but smile at his smile.Your eyes flicker up to him and you find yourself screaming ‘just do it!’ in your head.

He swings his hand to the crook of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. It’s simpler than you expected, soft but confident. He holds you like that for a while, his mouth working on convincing you, his hand holding your neck and playing in your hair. His other hand comes to the small of your back and you finally feel contact between your lower region and his. He goes slow, pressing into you to test out the levels of your comfort. You focus on the kiss deepening and at the right moment he pulls back and you're able to bite his lip a bit, piercing the opposite side of his mouth. He smiles, bringing his other arm up to your throat, choking you a little bit. His kiss makes your stomach flip. You’re lost in the comfort of his arms but somehow manage to work your hands into his hair. He holds your hip and slowly starts to grind into you. Instinctively you let out a moan , which causes him to break into another smile.

“I’m that good ?” He whispers in your ear. Unable to tolerate his smugness you grab a handful of his hair and pull.

‘O? Really ?’ He asks. You look up at him , unable to respond but not letting up on your grip either. It almost feels made up but, you swear you can see his eyes darken. ‘Let go’ he commands , voice lower than normal. You open your hand and he pulls his shirt over his head slowly only momentarily breaking eye contact with you. ‘Race You!’ He says, throwing the t-shirt at you and you run behind him practically chasing him into his bedroom. He spins around, scooping you up as you run through the threshold of the room.He holds you so you have no option but to wrap your legs around him so as not to fall. ‘Good’ he whispers , pressing his forehead to yours. You knew, it was too smooth. You knew he must have pulled that move a million times before. But, at that moment you didn’t care. He must have felt the hesitation in your body though, you momentarily stiffened and he lets you go. Setting you down,you take a few steps back and watch as he removes his socks and pants. He sits there in his underwear,his thighs thick through his clean Calvin Kleins.

“Your turn” he says, peeking through the bangs of his hair, and folding his glasses on the nightstand. He cocks his head to the side and for a second you can tell he doesn’t know if you’ll oblige him or not. He leans back on his forearms, lip playing with his piercing and the view alone is enough to make you commit to fucking him as long as you physically can. Taking off your shirt makes him illicit a deep hmmm. You feel your stomach flip again at his approval. But, the jokester inside you wins,you turn around and shoot him an overly sexy look. You unhook your bra and let it float to the rug of his room.

“Whooooo Hot!” he cheers you on. You put your all into it, quickly jumping out of your jeans and turning your back to him. You hook your fingers into the sides of your underwear.

“Come On….Sell it !” he screams jokingly. You slowly shift it down your hips until they fall to the floor. You turn your back to face him, your hands barely covering all of your chest.

He tuts with his tongue “show me” his voice is soft, as he reaches out a hand towards you. You step forward, taking his hand and revealing yourself fully to him. He sighs, bringing you in close. You get on your knees in front of him. Somewhat out of want but partially out of habit.

He frowns down at you .

“What are you doing?” his voice is low and gentle. You look up at him, eyes wide and are almost embarrassed by the position you found yourself in. Completely naked on a stranger’s floor after a bit of conversation and one drink. He must be reading the self judgment on your face because he lifts you up, placing his forehead on yours again.

“Hey - we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

You relish in the intimacy of being this open to an absolute stranger.

“O there’s nothing I don’t want to do right now.” you whisper to him.

He laughs and the dimples in his cheeks deepen,making it impossible for you not to return his smile. You kiss him and he immediately gives in, lending you confidence that shatters all previous reservations.

“Let’s just go slower “ he says, breaking from you and sitting at the edge of the mattress.

“Ride” he says, slapping his thigh. A shiver races throughout your entire body and you feel your stomach flip as you look at him. He’s serious, you can tell. You slowly close the space between you, lifting one leg to straddle his. You look up at him, face innocent. You kiss him again, this time grabbing him by the throat and adding the slightest bit of pressure. You pull back and he is giving a wide, toothy smile like a kid. “Ride me , please” he jests with a lifting of his eyebrow. You allow him to pull you in again; this time as you kiss you find yourself slowly grinding into his thigh. He lets out a low growl in response and your stomach flutters. He sits his large hand in the crook of your hip and helps to move you on his leg. He can hear your moans becoming higher pitched and right before you get to release all over his leg he lifts you up, swinging your leg to his hip. Now you’re fully straddling him and his hands cup your face as he kisses you.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t wait any longer.” he smiles , you lean in to kiss him but, he pulls back, playing coy.

“I thought you couldn’t wait any longer,” you joke.

“I just wanted to see you beg.” he says , lightheartedly.

“ Well I won’t” you say teasingly as he slips a hand between your bodies, smacking at your pussy. You jump a bit at the surprise and his other hand rests at the back of your neck.You omit a low hum as his hand moves in between your legs, coaxing a moan from your body. He smiles, pleased with his work.

“Good girl…. Good girl. Now beg.” You bite your lip, willing to moan but not give in to his demands yet. He uses his hand on your neck to angle your forehead to meet his. You kiss and his lips are unbearably soft. He finally uses two fingers to enter you and your breath hitches in your throat. You rest a hand on his chest and use it as leverage to help you ride his hand. He praises you while you move your hips faster, chasing that feeling. You feel yourself building up to it, almost tasting a touch of ecstasy, right when he removes his hand entirely. Your voice betrays you as you let out a sound in disappointment. He kisses you, soft and slow, holding your neck but extending a thumb to your chin to run the finger over your bottom lip. He sits it on your lip, slowly moving it in and out of your mouth, you suck it instinctively.

“Say please baby.” He kisses you again, and you break the contact to whisper “please, please “ into his lips. As if making a pact with the devil , he immediately flips you over, removing his underwear and carries you into hell. He is a flurry of creamy skin, tattoos and dark hair as he positions his head between your legs beginning with a slow and consistent lick , eventually building to a mouth and hand combination that makes your legs shake. You lock your hand in his hair, grabbing tightly and he laughs up at you reminding you to “be nice.” But he doesn't seem to actually care as you go back to suffocating him in your heat. After your third or fourth orgasm he decides it’s finally time for him to enter you. He speaks, sweetly , angling himself at your opening. His smile holds a mirror to the little boy he once was and while your attraction to him is unparalleled you can’t help but find him trustworthy, to feel as though you know that little boy would grow to be the kind of man who wants to keep you safe.

“I got you , I got you.” he whispers into your ear before trailing his lips down your neck. He can feel your fighting for control of your body again, after coming down from the high of your last O. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and for a moment it feels like floating, him holding you, him filling you up, his voice whispering comfort to you. You watch from below him, as the veins in his neck bulge in the pursuit of his bliss.

“Mmmm” he seems to say to himself , unaware that every sound he makes, assists in sending you over the edge. He held you down by your neck and you scratched at his back while he pushed into you a few more times, creating a space for himself. Carving out a moment of comfort and oneness between the two of you . His eyes closed, and his brows knit together as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“You feel amazing.” he whispers, into a smile.

You kiss him and you feel the shiver that runs through his body. You’re momentarily pleased that he's just as surprised as you are by your physical connection.

“I want to make you cum now.” he says ,sure of himself.

“Oh sooooooo confident !” you joke before he grabs your hips and swings you on top of him. With your hands on his chest you press yourself up and down bouncing on him. He holds the crook of your hip, his tatted arm coming up to grab you by the neck.

You dig your nails into his chest and he tightens his grip on your throat, challenging you as you wind your hips on him. You lean forward and whisper to him “I think I’m going to be the one to make you cum” before sucking on the skin at the side of his neck.

He groans, letting go of your throat to run a hand through his hair. You lean back up to allow him a better view of you while you continue to ride him and you can see the resolve in his face beginning to break. His bicep looks large against the headboard and taking in his body from up top is too overwhelming. His hand makes its way to your chest, gripping at your breast, your nipple nestled safely in between his fingers. It begins quiet but, it doesn’t escape your attention. He keeps closing and reopening his big brown eyes, his chest rising and falling with his moans as he lets you ride him. You’ve fully checked out on pleasing him and are focused on your own pleasure which seems to only intensify the sensations for him. You cannot watch your mouth as you near your orgasm and find yourself letting out a slew of curse words as you use him to reach your apex. His moans get louder and seem partially controlled until he feels you cumming. The contractions around him are too much for him to bear and he lets out a guttural noise you had not yet heard from him. He closes his eyes, head titled back towards the headboard trying to steady his breathing as he recovers from spilling inside you. You’re panting on top of him but find yourself unable to move and grateful for his supportive hands at your hips as you bring your lips down to meet his.

“My god.” he exhales , and you laugh down at him through the wisps of his hair that had fallen in between you. He joins you chuckling, catching your breath as Bam paws at the bottom of the bedroom door. Not in a bad way but, just enough to let you know he is there. Which only makes you both laugh even harder. “I don’t want to move.” he whispers.

“ Well I think Bam would disagree.” Your eyes read his face, trying to sear the memory of this intimacy into your brain forever.

“Well Bam gets to see your beautiful face every few weeks, he can wait a little longer.” He smiles, leaning in to kiss you but you move away. His dimples deepen, attracted by your unwillingness to give in so easily. You turn your eyes to Bam’s pawing at the door.

“Fine.” he rolls his eyes rolling out of you and off of the bed. You watch as the muscles in his back contract as he redresses. He crosses in front of his record collection, coming back to the side of the bed to kiss you on your forehead.

“I’m not done with you yet.” his smile is cheeky as he leaves the room, you can hear the excitement in Bam’s footsteps as they race down the hallway. It was by far your most unprofessional thought of the day but, you found yourself secretly praying he never would be done with you.

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n-e--r-v-e-s · 9 months

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Jungkook Details 🫧

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persphonesorchid · 26 days

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Minisode: Jungkook

Notes: Okay so...happy birthday Jungkook my bro! It's a bit over 500w but it's okay, because, it's Jk 🙂‍↕️

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The garden is your secret, a hidden maze of wildflowers and towering hedges far from the watchful eyes of the court. The moment you tug at Jungkook’s hand, you both abandon your titles, slipping away from the rigid structure of the palace.

His hand in yours, you move swiftly through the winding corridors of the garden, the sound of your laughter blending with the rustling leaves. The sun filters through the thick canopy of roses, casting dappled shadows on the ground as you weave between the tall hedges. Here, you can be whoever you want to be—no princess, no guard—just two people lost in the wonder of each other’s company.

Jungkook steals a glance at you, catching the way your eyes sparkle as you gaze up at the blooming wisteria above. You’re different here—lighter, free. It’s a sight he treasures, one that he knows he’s privileged to witness.

You find a hidden nook within the garden, a small alcove surrounded by thickle bushes, the scent of roses heavy in the air. Jungkook releases your hand, and you twirl in the open space, your laughter ringing out like the sweetest melody. He watches, a soft smile tugging at his lips. In these moments, the lines between duty and something deeper blur, leaving only the warmth of your presence beside him.

“Close your eyes,” you say suddenly, stepping closer.

He arches a brow but obliges, closing his eyes and feeling the brush of your fingers as you adjust something on the hilt of his sword. When he opens them, you’re holding a pendant, its surface catching the light with a soft shimmer.

“For you,” you murmur, your voice just above a whisper.

He looks down at the pendant, its intricate design familiar, yet the meaning behind it remains unspoken between you. There’s a depth in your gaze that speaks of more than just duty—something warm, something close.

“Thank you,” he replies softly, his voice almost reverent. He knows it’s more than just a gift; it’s a piece of your heart, carefully chosen, and silently given.

You smile, a soft, knowing curve of your lips that makes his heart stutter. There’s a moment of silence as you stand together in the garden, the world beyond fading into the background. For now, you aren’t bound by your roles.

Jungkook feels the weight of the pendant on his sword, a reminder of this moment, of you. And though the words remain unspoken, he knows. The pendant is more than just a token—it’s a quiet celebration, a small, private mark of a day that would have otherwise gone unnoticed in the chaos of palace life.

As you both make your way back through the maze, the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting the garden in hues of gold and orange. The moment lingers between you, a shared secret in the fading light. And as you return to your roles, the pendant remains, a silent promise of what you can be when the world isn’t watching.

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pennyluna · 3 months

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PERFECT FIT - ONE SHOT - JUNGKOOK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Female) 🔞🔞

Genre: Friends with benefits, Coworkers. Idol. Tour manager.

Plot: College friends turned Coworkers turned friends with benefits. (turned couple implied)

Word count: 2.762

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this one. It's a bit longer than what I usually write but I hope that is okay.

"Go.. Get out" I say while giggling and fake pushing my lover away.

Jungkook and I have been sleeping together for a while, He is the lead singer in a band and I am said band's Tour manager. I know, I know... it seems unethical but keep in mind that we have been friends and a little more than that since college but then due to career choices we went our separate ways, we kept in touch a bit and didn't really reunite until later on when he was already famous and I had become an events manager in the Entertainment industry. We started hooking up again around a month before I got this job, once we started working together we tried to take a break for the sake of being professional but somehow ended up in bed together. Again and again and again.

"You have to go out there for rehearsal before they come looking for you again" I insist, which isn't really working since he is tracing his nose against my neck slowly.

"Ugh, I don't want to go" his hands starts to tease the small of my back, playing with the hem of my t-shirt. "I would rather stay here and go for round two instead"

A voice asking if anyone has eyes on Jungkook comes through the walkie talkie on my hand, so I push him away "As tempting as that sounds, we gotta go. NOW."

After fixing ourselves I spoke into the walkie talkie announcing that I would be walking him to rehearsals. No one found it weird that we spent a lot of time together since we had known each other for a long time.

During rehearsals I liked to sit in the front rows working on my computer, this show in London is very important so I like to double check everything more accurately than usual. There would be a couple of musical guest joining him on stage so I wanted to make sure the schedule was perfect before going to get some rest and then getting ready for the show.

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Before the show I head into the backstage room where Jungkook is getting ready, I need to check that he has everything he needs and that everyone is on time.

"Finally.. you are here." he says exhaling heavily.

"Yuup. what's happening?"

"Nothing, I'm a little more nervous than usual so I need one of your pep talks" He says loudly, looking discreetly around the room and smirking at me. I narrow my eyes in confusion, he never needs pep talks.

"OH, Yeah of course." I say as normally as possible before clearing my throat and walking to the door to hold it open "Okay everyone, we are going to need a moment. You are doing a wonderful job, please go and enjoy some refreshments in the back stage area"

I watch as the last person exits and by the time the door fully closes, Jungkook is already crashing against my body, pressing me against the door and kissing me hard.

"Pep talk, huh?" I say breathless before continuing with the kiss. I know what he needs, he needs to take the edge off and he needs my body for that.

Mindful of his already done hair, we start to take our clothes off and fall onto the sofa. I'm on top of him straddling him and grinding on him before he grabs his cock and rubs it against my entrance -God that feels good- I moan into his kiss and then gasp when he pushes himself inside of me. The neediness he is showing with his kiss and his grip on my hips is telling me this won't last long..

My previous thought is confirmed once he turns us so that I am now under him, his face buried on my neck and I can smell his cologne, incredibly sexy mixed with his personal scent. I could pass out from how good I'm feeling right now. His deep and slow strokes inside of me are killing me and giving me life all at once and I want to scream when I reach my orgasm but I know I need to keep it low since anyone could hear us if they got too close to the door.

I hear him grunt and suddenly feel my body pulled from the couch and bent over the table, I know he needs me to take him fully now. He slides into me and moves my hair from my back, that's the last gentle touch I will feel before our final orgasm of the session. His pace starts increasing rapidly, his hands holding my hips in place while he rams himself in me, with hard and precise moves. I can feel my orgasm building and I know he is getting close too because of the small shake of his hands on my hips. A couple more strokes and he empties himself inside of me with a grunt. His breathing heavy when he bents to kiss my back gently.

We clean ourselves and get ready before heading out. He stops by the door and looks at me "Hey I want us to talk about something after the concert tonight." he turns around and heads straight to the stage. He looks fucking good.

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The concert went amazing, He just sang his last song and is now heading back stage to change into normal clothes and prepare to go back to the hotel. I would typically meet him there but this time I have a lot of post concert work to do before we travel to the next country.

I finish earlier than expected so I came back to the hotel, showered and decide to go and insert myself on Jungkook's post concert ritual. Long hot bath, nice food and movie.

While walking to his room, I get a funny feeling but I ignore it, blaming it on how tired I am. I pull out my spare key card to his room and let myself in. Closing the door quietly to avoid alerting him and spoil the surprise visit but when I turn around I am the one that is surprised because standing there holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses, is a completely naked, gorgeous blonde girl and my hearts drops to the floor, right next to the pile of clothes pooling around the girl's feet.

Before the blonde can speak I turn around to leave the room but suddenly the bathroom door opens.

"What is going on?" Jungkook says, his voice laced with confusion. He scans the naked girl and then looks at me. "(Y/N)?"

I open my mouth to speak but I close it immediately when the blonde moves towards him. Instead I shut my eyes for a second and breath out. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you had company... we can discuss the concert tomorrow. Please enjoy your night." I try to offer a nice smile but I'm sure it didn't look sincere at all and maybe my glossy eyes gave it away too.

"(Y/N) wait! I'm so confused, what- I thought we- Please wait-" He starts following me while I'm heading out of the room so I turn around and push a hand to his chest stopping him.

"Stop right there, the last thing we need is someone taking pictures of you" I point towards his naked body that is only covered by a towel "Following me out of your room. So save us a scandal and get back in your room."

My tone left no space for negotiation and I know he realized I was no longer in a friendly mood. This was work.

"Is that what you want (Y/N)?" I nod in response to his question and he pushes the door closed.

I head back to my room and crawl into bed, not even taking my clothes off. the next thing I hear is the alarm going off and telling me it was next day and I hadn't managed to sleep much. What I saw last night, had actually happened.

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The next few dates of the tour went by in a blur, I had gone into full business mode and completely froze out any feelings I might have had for Jungkook. He had texted me multiple times but I ignored anything that wasn't work related. He was now just work, I had to force myself to believe that and to remind myself of that every time he walked by looking hot as hell. Or well, pretty much any time he did anything. So freaking annoying.

Everyone had noticed our slight distance from each other but we covered it with being busy and keeping our meetings short. Pretty much like the one we are in right now, discussing any details that need to be fixed or changed before the next concert. He is sitting right in front of me and for the first time since meeting him, I feel uncomfortably exposed while he stares at me, so I don't look up from my computer while everyone else is leaving the Hotel conference room.

"Hey can we talk?" I think I can sense something very close to worry in his tone.

"Are you concerned with any of the changes made to the schedule?" I say with my most professional tone, still not looking up from my computer.

"No, its not about that. I just think you should know that the other night-"

"It's none of my business." I stop his sentence "Whatever you do on your free time, does not concern me."

He starts to walk away and I can feel him stopping and looking at me.

"I'm confused. why are you mad at me?" His question sound charged with accusations.

"I'm not-"

"Stop the bullshit." he stops me with an angry tone.

I stand up and walk towards him. "No, you stop. You don't need to explain anything because I get it. That is how you relax. That is what you needed and I was busy." The anger and frustration I'm feeling is now evident in my voice.

"And that's how you thought I should do it?"

"Isn't that how you always do it?" I start to walk away because I am not sure I want to hear his answer.

"No." He yells in frustration "Not since you."

I bend to grab my laptop and pack my bag so I can get out of here and go to the lunch room we reserved for everyone in the team. "Stop. Don't say things like that. I have to go." I'm almost pleading.

"There you go again." he laughs but the sound lacks sincerity. "You are shutting me out, same way you did in college. You couldn't admit your feelings and accept mine so you shut me out and start dating that sorry excuse of a man who didn't even get you like I do." he sounds frustrated and when I turn to look at his face he looks it too. "The only difference is that this time you are arranging hookups for me."

I'm in slight shock from his mini rant, is he jealous? and his glare is captivating but his last words make no sense.

"Wait.. what are you talking about?"

"We could work (Y/N)! That's what I wanted to talk to you about that night." he takes a step towards me.

"No, wait.. what? what do you mean I'm arranging hookups for you?"

"Isn't that why you brought Becca to my room?" He glares at me

what is he talking about. Why would he think I would do something like that. Is that what he thinks I did? wait.. does that mean he didn't call her? he seemed as surprised as me seeing her there. OMG.

He seems to notice the confusion in my face and starts to draw his own conclusions.

"Oh my God. Come with me..." He doesn't wait for me to agree and just grabs my hand and walks me to the lunch room stopping in front of a table where one his personal managers is working on his laptop. "Did you bring that girl into my room a couple of weeks ago?"

"Becca? Yeah, she called and I know you usually see her when we are in London so I just brought her in. Thought you might need some distraction." I'm surprised at how calmly and naturally he is talking about this. "Was everything okay? did you not have fun?"

"Don't bring or send any other girls into my room ever again." Jungkook's words were a command that made his manager look up and then look to where Jungkook's hand and mine were still attached. "Got it?"

"Yes of course." The manager's voice was pure confusion. He started to say something else but we walked away without hearing him.

Once outside in the corridor we stop walking and face each other.

"Nothing happened with her." I know he is telling the truth. "I wanted you. I always want you."

"I believe you, Kook." I really do. I pull my hand from his "But we can't do this. You have been dating super models and actresses. A listers. Us dating would be a scandal that could ruin your career."

"Fuck that. I want you. My fans are the best, they would support me. The only person that seems to need convincing is you." He grabs my hand and starts walking again, this time to the elevator, then to his floor and then his room where he shuts his door behind us.

"What are we doing here Kook?"

"Let me remind you of how good we are together." He says unbuttoning his shirt then taking it off and walking towards me while I walk backwards until hitting his bed. "Let me show you how good we fit together." He starts kissing my neck holding me in place with a hand around my neck and the other one is undoing my zipper and then pulling down my dress and happily noticing I haven't been wearing a bra.

His lips crash against mine passionately while his hands travel to my butt, he stops the kiss and kneels in front of me. Fuck. He is the most perfect man I have ever seen.

Looking up at me he starts to plant small kisses on my thighs and playing with the hem of my underwear. He moves to my core and kisses it through the lace before pulling down my underwear and going rough on my clit then moving his tongue around my folds. My knees weaken, this guy has many talents and this is gloriously one of the things he is best at.

My body starts trembling with my building orgasm and when I think he will slow down to torture me a bit like he usually likes to do, he goes rougher, making me come in an intense orgasm that would make me fall to my feet if he wasn't holding me.

Jungkook lets me fall gently into the bed while he stands to take his pants off, I can see his hard member bulging his jeans and when he frees it, my mouth waters with need. When our eyes meet I can see the heat in Jungkook's eyes and I know mine mirror the same need.

He gets on top of me and I open my legs for him. He rubs the tip of his cock on my folds then kisses me gently while pushing inside me. I missed him and by the sound he made, he missed me too!

"My God. You feel so good." Jungkook says while moving slowly, he looks like he is struggling to control himself, so I lift my hips to meet his showing him how much I need him too and luckily he takes the signal and gives in pumping harder into me.

We are all sweaty and still needy for each other but we are close, my skin is full with goosebumps. My ankles are on his shoulders and his eyes on me are making my skin burn, his pumps are starting to be rougher, I know how close he is and so am I. I stretch my hand towards my butt and grab his balls gently playing with them which earns me a grunt and a warning look from him. He kisses my ankle then letting my legs fall to his sides and bends to be face to face with me, allowing me to wrap my legs around him. He starts to pump even harder than before making my back curve, a few pumps later we are coming and ending in a mind blowing orgasm.

He kisses me softly in between pants "Perfect. Fucking. Fit." He gently plops on top of me and says "Let me know if you need any more convincing." I don't. But I will definitely ask for it.

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