#jungkook x male reader

[jiminiecrickets]

jeon jungkook ♡ series masterlist

wc. 3.9k

tags. smut | dom top!m!reader, doggystyle + mating press, multiple orgasms, sir kink, crying, belly bulge, degradation

it is the last day of jungkook's super-special week. his skin tingles every time you glance over at him and anticipation makes his heart leap in roller-coaster loops when your teasing fingers glide down the zipper of his jeans, the ache in his muscles brought to the forefront of his mind.

he doesn't know if he can shake his new behaviour. the change is too abrupt to go unnoticed – at brunch, jimin squints at him and asks what's wrong with him. apparently, a very chipper 'nothing's wrong' is the incorrect answer, because jimin only looks more suspicious than ever.

but jungkook doesn't care. you're out with your friends for a few hours and he busies himself around the house with unnecessary tasks – wiping down spotless countertops, re-folding the clothes already put away, reorganising the kitchen cupboards so that all the mug handles face the same way and all the plates are stacked by pattern.

you come home to find him tucked up against the seat edge of the couch, playing portal with his headphones on. you creep forward, waiting until he takes his hands off of the keyboard, and grab his shoulders hard and fast. he whirls around with a squeak, fists tightening close to protect his throat. when he notices you, he sighs in annoyance, lowering his fists and pulling off his headphones.

"you asshole! i was waiting so patiently for you and you give me a heart attack? ugh, i almost punched you..."

you scoff, grinning down at him. "it'd feel like bumping into a butterfly."

"i box on the side, babe! i could take you out with one hit, i bet. jerk..."

"i would eat your fists like an mma champion."

he jumps to his feet and immediately assumes a tight stance, arms tight to his chest. "try me."

you just chuckle, sauntering forward. you touch your fingers to his knuckles, lowering his fists, and lean in, capturing his lips in a slow, ardent kiss. you tilt your head to deepen it and he moans softly, gripping the front of your shirt as he melts into your arms like chocolate.

he chases your lips when you pull away, whining softly and lifting his arms to drape over your shoulders. he drags you in when you attempt to move away.

"stop trying to escape," he huffs, pushing his lips to yours in a hungry daze. "stop it... tryin' to kiss you, jackass."

"and here i thought you were trying to knock me out," you murmur, grinning against his lips. he traces your lower lip with his tongue and you groan softly, one hand trailing up his chest to wrap loosely around his throat.

"playing the long con," he whispers, nibbling on your lower lip. he tugs it lightly, letting it snap back against your teeth. you let out a soft hum, resting your forehead against his. "come to bed with me and i'll rob you blind."

"and knock me out?"

"and knock you out," he confirms. you grab his hand with a grin and drag him to the bedroom, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere over your shoulder. it lands in the hallway and he laughs as you wrap your fingers around his ribs, manhandling him into the bedroom.

he tugs at your belt, licking his lips with a hungry darkness swirling in his eyes. you work at his and press your lips to his jaw and neck as you press him backwards. somewhere in the journey from the door to the bed your clothes come off, and jungkook falls back on the mattress and soft blankets, lifting his ankles to allow you to slide his pants off. he pulls you on top of him, spreading his knees to allow you to slide between them, and grabs your face in his palms to kiss you breathless.

it works – almost. you're lightheaded when he finally lets you go and he pants hotly against your slick lips as he brings your hand between his legs, guiding it to the cold metal knob there. your breath catches.

"don't worry about prepping me," he whispers, groaning softly in the back of his throat when you latch onto it, pulling and pushing gently – innocently, as if you're figuring out what it does. he glides his hands over your stomach, learning the planes of your body, and wraps his slim fingers around your cock. he pumps it slowly, relishing in your low groan. "mm – fuck me stupid, baby. i can tell you wanna."

already, he looks fucked out, eyes half-lidded and red lips slick and kiss-swollen. a primal hunger simmers in the depths of your gut.

"it feels like you want this more than i do," you muse, pressing your thumb against the plug. leaning back and glancing down tells you that it's a cute little thing, jewelled and pretty as it sits nestled between his ass. "even getting yourself all ready for me like this? how long have you been waiting?"

"a while," he whispers shyly, whining softly as you play with it. his half-hard cock jumps on his stomach. he aligns yours on top of his and bites his lip at the warmth and weight that he's brought to you with each eager pump of his wrist. "come on, you're always stalling – jus' give me your cock, been waiting all day for you to come home..."

"my pretty cockslut's a little impatient, is he?" you chuckle, making him gasp softly. he nods, and it becomes more fervent as you rub your palm over the tip of his dick almost absently.

 "yeah, mhm, your cockslut," he breathes, thick thighs tightening around your hips. his fist quickens around your cock and he swipes his thumb over the slit, rubbing the glans in quick repetitive motions. you grunt softly and a breath shudders through him as your dick twitches against his palm. he moans, "love your cock so much, love how it fills me up like nothing else can. makes me feel so full – so fuckin' full..."

you growl softly and chase his lips, devouring their sweet softness, pink like a rosebud and pillowy. he moans wantonly into it, parting his lips as your tongue slips between his teeth.

he tastes oh-so sweet – like iced tea and fruit jellies. you hunger for him, deep and animal, and he lets you in beneath his skin with sweetness in his eyes and sugar on his tongue, staring up at you as if you're the best thing he's ever stumbled across.

when jungkook tries to lean away for air, you don't let him – you let him taste his own medicine. he whimpers, mouth trapped against the firm paradise of yours, and his nails dig into your biceps as he gasps, short and needy and back-of-the-breath, as if he's too hungry to pause for even the length of a soft gulp of air.

his ass tightens as you tug on the plug, gently easing it out. his pink rim, dripping with lube, clenches around nothing and he turns hurriedly onto his front, arching his back and pressing his cheek into the pillows. he reaches down, guiding your cock to his hole. you grunt as his ass sucks you in, slick and hot.

"please," he whimpers as you ease yourself in, inch by inch. his head falls back against the pillows and his eyes flutter shut. "fuck, yes..."

he hisses it out, soft and drawled. his asshole scrapes against your shaft, dragging against the veins, and you place a hand on the nape of his neck to pin him down. he's squirming too much.

"hush, pretty boy... shit, you take my cock so goddamn well," you groan, rolling your hips into his ass. with every thrust, he moans a little louder, a little filthier. his walls are soft and gummy, hugging your cock tightly as you carve your way through him. your dick throbs as he tightens around you. you slap his ass with a chuckle, pulling him into you by the thigh. "fucked you all week and you're still tight as a virgin. still even needed that cute toy to keep you open and ready for my cock."

"y-yes," he squeaks, spine arching as his lashes flutter. he grips your wrist braced by his waist, whimpering like a puppy as he feels your cock drag hotly against his tight walls, pumping slow and steady into him. "i'm your cockslut, sir, always gotta be ready f'you – 'cause i'm a g-good boy...!"

"mm, are you? you've been a big tease, love." you aim a thrust directly into his prostate and he whines, hot walls pulsing against your shaft. "playing with your ass, prepping yourself while i'm out with friends, waiting so pretty for me to come home to you – i'd say you're more than a slut, baby. maybe... you're a little bit of a perv?"

he chokes out a whine as your hips speed up. he shakes his head as best he can and lets out a cry as you hover your chest over him, pressing gently into him. he scrabbles at your thigh, your cock sinking into his ass like it belongs there. "no – no, promise i'm not! i-i'm good, always—"

he cuts himself off with a whorish cry as you yank his ass into your thrusts. his eyes are wide with shock, a little teary and a little hazy, as you skip past everything he thought he knew about the way you love. you don't tease him today – you don't glance your fingers over his dick or ghost your lips over his hard nipples. no – this time, your fingers are grabbing, your hands pushing, your cock drilling into his ass as if you haven't fucked him in weeks.

it upsets everything. he thought he'd found a nice rhythm in the way you touched him. he thought he'd managed to build a nice defence against your sly dark glances and cherry kisses to make sure he doesn't do anything too embarrassing or out of pocket. but he is so fucking sensitive already from that stupid jewelled silver plug and he's been terribly horny from the moment he woke up and your cock is slamming into his prostate and he just wants to cry.

"good boys don't finger themselves while their boyfriends are in the shower," you hum. "good boys wait for their touches. they don't get greedy."

jungkook's eyes widen further and his head tips back with a high-pitched whine as your spongy tip punches into his sensitive prostate. his dark hair splays across the white pillow, some gorgeous fallen angel come down to let you a taste of heaven. his cock jerks as you smack his thigh to elicit a response, grinding your cock roughly into his ass.

"i-i'm sorry," he whimpers, the sting making him throb in all the wrong places. he shouldn't like the pain. "jus' couldn't wait, wanted to come, wanted something inside me so bad! sir, please," he chokes out, the sounds he makes rising higher and higher in volume. it's the loveliest melody you've ever heard. "please!"

"you wanted me to catch you, then?" you hiss in pleasure. "you wanted to be caught moaning my name, fucking yourself on your fingers. you broke my one rule to be punished. you can't call yourself a good boy when you're hoping i fuck you dumb."

he can't reply, too caught up in his bliss. a cry rips from his throat as you press your warm lips to his nape and shift closer to him, burying your cock deep inside him – his nails dig stinging crescents into your wrists as he grips them to ground himself.

you're so big, your skin so hot. little jewelled tears well on his lashline. the slap of skin on skin is obscene and his face is hot with embarrassment and his tears, and the bulk of your chest is warm and comforting against his back. it's a cruel mixture of wildness and civility, leaving his skin too tight and his animal brain poring over your cock: how thick it feels, how deep it is.

your cock kisses his sweet spot. his eyes roll back. he comes.

the pleasure rams through him with the weight of a freight train. it leaves a burning trail in its wake, and your hips quicken, intensifying his orgasm tenfold. he cries out for you so sweetly and you hush him, dragging light butterfly kisses along his neck and shoulder. your fingers trace his waist delicately, so contradictory to the power behind your hips.

he whines shakily when you don't stop, even after his cock stops spurting onto his slim stomach. his eyes widen in surprise. it's not like he can do anything about it. his limbs are jelly, bound to crumble if he moves an inch, and the sheer intensity in the way you handle his body melts every protest in his head the moment it appears.

"s-sir," he sniffles weakly, the burning stretch of being around you still sending tingles up his spine. your hand shifts down to his hips, bordering his ass, and your fingers dig into his flesh just hard enough to sting. his voice cracks as you snap your hips against his with a soft groan – any sound you make is drowned out by his, loud and sharp and needy. "sir—! fuh – f-fuck, p-please – please, i can't! can't come again, please, i'm sorry for t-touching myself...!"

"oh, this is bigger than that, love," you chuckle, stroking his thighs. they tighten around you and the muscles flex, making you groan softly – heat coils in your stomach. you slow down to make sure he can focus on your words, focus on taking everything in.

"you've always been a bit of a brat, and i'm far too lenient with you because i love the way you smile at me, like you've won the world." your voice is getting too soft, too sentimental. it hardens. "i'm not stopping until you can't remember how to talk. i'm gonna fuck you, baby, 'til you're empty."

jungkook's cock jumps at the thick burn of your voice. it sets fire to his will; it goes up in flames. he's a pretty thing, lowering his teary eyes in submission, and he sinks his soft quick pants into the pillow. he moans into it as you lift his hips, palms firm around his apollo's belt. he takes the edge of it between his teeth as his eyes flutter and roll, your cock slamming wetly into his tight hole, and the world melts away.

it's just him, and you, and the bed. his hips quiver as you fuck him mercilessly. everything is so much that it's almost nothing instead – just a constant stream of pleasure. no discernible origin – no cause, no direction. just there, everywhere.

he comes. he thinks so, at least. maybe a few times from how hard his thighs tremble. he's loud – he knows this for certain because you hook two fingers into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. he sucks messily on them as if it's your dick, tongue gliding along the warmth of them, and spit trickles down his chin as he runs his tongue obsessively over your joints and knuckles.

his legs fail him. you grunt, pulling your fingers from his mouth and receiving a distressed whine for it, and grab his waist. you flip him over onto his back. he spreads his shaking legs as if it comes naturally to him, and you shove your cock back into him, watching as he mewls and cries, head thrown back against the pillows.

he's not crying hard enough, you decide, even though his chest is flushed pink and his tummy is smeared with an absurd amount of his cum. your swollen cock throbs against his walls and he whimpers, new tears springing to his eyes as you hook his thighs over your elbows and press forward, burying your cock deep inside him – his nails rake down your chest and shoulders, leaving a sting in their wake.

"i know, baby," you coo over his cries, "i know. too much? you can't come anymore? that's cute. you couldn't get enough of it earlier. my baby always gets what he wants."

you press a chaste kiss to his warm cheek before hiking his legs over the bulk of your shoulders, as if it could be a salve to the aching euphoria that blankets his mind. you brace your palms against the mattress next to jungkook's head and your cock reaches new depths, abusing his puffy asshole with each quick harsh plunge.

the new angle has him sobbing, spine arching as his walls clamp down around you – you loose a soft, breathless chuckle as you sink in until the base. you place a hand against his stomach. sweat drips down his forehead.

"baby," you whisper, teeth bared in a dangerous grin. "hey, baby. can you feel me here?"

it takes another whisper of his name to hook his attention around your little finger. lifting his head and glancing down with dazed, teary eyes, he only sees the mess he's made of himself.

then, you shift your hand lower, thumb and forefinger framing a bump in his tummy. you drag your hips back. the bump vanishes. you sheathe yourself inside him again with a hungry grin and he whimpers as he watches the bump reappear, gliding along the heat of his insides.

"nngh..." his cock pulses. a thin stream of cum splatters his belly.

"cutie," you coo through a laugh. you admire him – his full-body blush, his clouded and lust-blown eyes. his skin shines with a thin layer of sweat, and the ends of his hair stick to his temples. you won't pretend that you aren't as affected; your muscles twitch with the strength to hold your high back as you fuck him deep and messy. every moan that passes through those spit-slick lips, every drag of his nails down your chest – he's got you wrapped up in him, enthralled like a worshipper to his god. you want more of it – more of him, more of his sweet and broken cries.

"ple-e-ease," he sobs, hiccupping, "s-slow down...! f-feels so good, i can't, i can't – so full, so full'f your big fucking cock – nnh—!"

the wet smack of your balls against his ass makes him cry harder. he's so open like this, knees pinned to his chest, your hot groans and gasps directly in his ear and into his brain. he's come so many times he can't even get it up any longer – it's just your cock abusing his swollen prostate, sending hot blinding thrills through his body, that brings him to another trembling high.

he doesn't know how long it continues for. what snaps him out of the thick cloud of pleasure is the way your groans deepen; the way you fuck the wet lube and precum harder and harder into him; the way you press your chest to his, heartbeats thudding into each other's ribs.

you're telling him something, the low timbre of your breathless murmurs melting his core. he grips your shoulders and squeezes his eyes shut.

"can you come for me one more time, baby?" you grunt. "one more time f'me, love. just one more. oh, f-fuck..."

he gasps out a whiny cry and drags you tighter to him, hooking his arms under yours and over the warm, slick bulk of your shoulders. he buries a punched moan in your shoulder as your cock angles further into him, fucking him in places he didn't know he had. he scrabbles at your shoulders, toes curling, as you thrust in one last time and burst inside of him, filling him up – he sobs softly as his head blanks, heavy with cotton. you wrench another high from deep in his gut, a pitiful throb and a mostly-clear rope of cum all that's left in him.

your high lasts a while, your cock aching as you finally let go. you grind your dick lazily into his ass, panting against the side of his soft throat, and gently let his legs down, feeling them quiver like leaves in a storm.

you slip out of him, softened, and pull him to your chest, letting him sniffle and whimper quietly against you. his whole body is wracked with a subtle tremor, muscles tensing and untensing as he slowly grounds himself in your warmth and bulk.

when you tilt away slightly, his grip tightens, as if afraid you'll leave him. you hush him and kiss his forehead, wrapping an arm under his ribs and taking him with you as you roll onto your side. letting out a soft, pleased sigh, you cradle him in your arms, wiping the remnants of his tears from his cheeks with the pad of your thumb.

you sit in silence for a while, your heartbeats slowing, as jungkook learns his way around words once more. slowly, he lifts his head from your chest, his eyes dry and sated.

"baby," he whispers hoarsely. you open your eyes with a soft hum, stroking his shoulder. "do that again."

 "do what again?"

"all of it," he mumbles, glancing away shyly. "it was... good."

"just good?" you ask dryly.

he slaps your chest without much force. his muscles are still jelly. "shut – shut up. you know what i mean."

with a grin, you pull him into your chest and he rests his cheek against your collar, tucking himself beneath your chin. "mm. glad you liked it. would you give it a star rating?"

he giggles softly, rubbing his cheek into your shoulder. "three."

you glance down at him, taken aback. "three? out of five?"

"michelin star ratings, actually. three stars. worth a special trip."

you slump back with a quiet groan, loosely tucking one knee up. "fuck, i was gonna throw a big tantrum if i got a three-out-of-five for this. hate you."

he bites back a soft smile and traces shapes into your chest. "hate you, too. you made me all messy..."

"ah – i'm sorry. let's go clean up, then. you don't have to worry about a thing." you move, as if to get up.

he grabs your shoulder and pushes you back down, settling back into his place on top of you. "no."

"no?"

"i kinda like it," he whispers, kissing your skin. he hums. "baby, i like feeling like a whore."

you scoff, twisting your hand through his hair and pressing a kiss to his crown. "mm, is that right? then i think you should challenge me to another mario kart race. it'll be good."

"that was a fluke," he argues with a glare that doesn't mean a thing. he pouts and scowls, turning his face into your chest. "i'll win next time. promise. you're dead meat."

"uh-huh, i betcha."

he just huffs, wrapping his arms loosely around your middle. "jerk. suck my dick."

you bite your tongue to stop the retort about to slip out. you bury your smirk in his hair, cuddling him closer, and he sighs contentedly.

you're definitely losing the next round. he can't wait to thrash you – and then you'll be all his to tease and play with for a whole week.

whenever, wherever. he smiles. you'll be begging for mercy when he's done with you.

[fantasy---feels]

Demon's obsession (1)

pairing: jungkook x grumpy male reader

genre: pure smut tbh, yaoi, bl, fantasy

wordcount: 3,5k~

summary: Jungkook knows that as a royal he's supposed to be noble, gracious, etc etc, but he sure isn't feeling it while watching Y/n dance with basically fcking anyone but him.

warnings: choking, possessiveness, biting, scratching, unprotected sex.

date: 13-01-2024

info: Initially wrote this about two of my Oc's but later felt like also adapting it to some of my favorite fandoms sooo, oops~ Also, since I couldn't choose there are multiple different versions of the same story, just with different main characters ^^

During tonight's ball the third prince's guests are the focus of everyone's attention. Both the men and women don't get a moments respite between all the demons asking them to dance. It doesn't help that the wine served in the palace has all the demons drunk as fuck. Jungkook is grumbling from the sidelines, rejecting all advances, even though, as the prince he knows he is supposed to keep up appearances. Y/n on the other hand keeps accepting every single dance request and Jungkook hasn't had a single moment alone with him. The only reason why Y/n hasn't also danced with loads of men is because every time one wants to approach him, Jungkook manages to 'gently dissuade' them.

Finally after yet another dance Y/n walks back over to the group and crankily notifies them that he's fleeing before his feet fall off. Jungkook watches him go before also saying his goodbyes and following him upstairs, with the others exchanging knowing looks.

Jungkook catches up with Y/n in his wing of the palace, in the hallway that leads to the guest rooms. 'You avoided me.' Y/n keeps walking without looking back. 'I didn't. I was occupied.' Jungkook follows after him. 'You could've rejected them'. Y/n looks back at Junkook over his shoulder. 'Why would I', he asks flatly, his face uninterested. Jungkook bares his teeth in annoyance. 'You know why.' Finally Y/n turns around to face him, his expression bored. 'No, please do explain. Why should I have rejected them? So I could dance with you instead? Is that why?'

Suddenly Jungkook's arm shoots up and he slams Y/n against the wall, his hand around his throat. 'You fucker', Y/n hisses as the air is rushed out of him. Jungkook gently cups his face as he leans closer to his ear. 'That's exactly why', he whispers, before catching his lips in a rough kiss. Y/n grabs him by the collar and curses against his lips. 'You fucking prick.' But he doesn't actually resist and lets Jungkook deepen the kiss. The demon pushes him further against the wall, till their bodies are pressed flush together. Once out of breath Y/n pushes Jungkook away by the collar, glaring at him, breathing heavy.

Jungkook is panting with his eyes glazed over. Completely ignoring Y/n's glare he takes his hand and kisses the inside of his wrist while looking at him. 'Please, Y/n, I need more, please.' He slowly sinks to his knees, untill he's kneeling down in front of him, staring up. He leans into Y/n, still holding his hand. He puts the hand on his face and leans into it with pleading eyes, breathing hard. Y/n scowls at him. 'Don't you have any self restraint you pervert.' Jungkook gives him a slow smirk. 'You have no idea how much restraint I'm showing right now.' With the hand that isn't holding Y/n's he slowly trails up Y/n's leg and stomach, pushing up his shirt. He looks up and his smirk fades. 'If I hadn't restrained myself~' he slowly leans in and places a kiss on his hip, 'I would already be fucking you against this wall by now.' Then he licks a long stripe from Y/n's stomach to his waist where he stops to gently suck on the skin, making Y/n groan inadvertently. Y/n grabs his hair and pulls his face from his waist. Jungkook looks up at him pleadingly, his eyes glazed over with desire. 'Please, let me fuck you?' His mouth is slightly parted as his breath comes out in hot puffs, his head still pulled backwards. He lets his hand travel up Y/n's legs until he's holding his waist and slowly letting his thumb caress Y/n's stomach.

Y/n glowers at him then huffs in disbelief. 'You get one round, that's it.' Jungkook's eyes darken as he gets up and roughly pins Y/n back against the wall, kissing him hungrily. One of his hands is still holding Y/n's waist while the other one is on his face, to keep him from pulling away. Jungkook presses Y/n's legs apart with his thigh before he starts grinding his hips into him. The friction makes Y/n groan in his mouth, which snaps Junkook's last thin thread of restraint. A low growl rumbles deep in his throat as he grabs Y/n and picks him up, before slamming him back against the wall and grinding his dick into him. Y/n gasps, 'Fucking prick' . 'Are you attached to these clothes', Junkook breathes against Y/n's lips. Y/n frowns 'What, no, why do you-' RIIIIIP. 'YOU IDIOT WHAT ARE YOU-' Y/n is cut of when Junkook pulls him back into a kiss. His outrage over his destroyed pants momentarily forgotten. His voice grows louder when Junkook reaches down to undo his own pants and into what's left of Y/n's. The feeling of Junkook stroking him finally makes Y/n give in completely and he can't control the sounds spilling from his lips. His throaty moans are enough to make Junkook go absolutely feral.

Y/n groans in surprise when Junkook pushes his head back to kiss him even deeper. Then he feels Junkook's fingers, coated in his own precum, slowly stretching him out. He arches his back at the sudden feeling, accidentally making it easier for Junkook to slide his fingers in deeper. He shudders when Junkook presses down and scowls when he feels a cocky grin against his lips. 'Oh shut up and just fuck me already.' He immediately regrets his words as he sees Junkook's eyes darken. 'Fuck, Junkook, slowly okay, I can't - UGH'. For a moment theres dark spots covering his vision after Junkook lined himself up, and then slammed his whole length in at once.

Y/n's head falls back as his mouth hangs open in silent shock. His breath comes in short inhales and his hands tremble on Junkook's shoulders. Junkook leans in and places sloppy open kisses on his exposed throat. 'I thought you told me to just fuck you. Why are you suddenly so quiet?' He smirks as he pushes a bit deeper still, pulling a gasp from Y/n, who glares at him. 'You fucker, I also told you to go slow.' He presses his eyes shut as he tries to calm down.

'Ah~ sorry, you mean like this?' Junkook grinns evilly as he slowly rolls his hips to drag his dick out just to immediately fully push it back in. Y/n's head falls back again and his moaning comes out in stutters. Junkook gazes at him hungrily as he keeps rolling his hips, slow and deep, to see his reactions. When he notices how Y/n's breathing is speading up, he starts to pick up the pace. A bit faster, a bit harder and with every thrust trying to push a bit deeper, until Y/n is shaking in his arms, a broken string of moans falling from his lips. Junkook instinctually bares his teeth at the sight.

He slams his hips up against Y/n till he can feel him coming undone and in that last moment he pushes even harder. As he bites down on the nape of Y/ns neck and buries himself in him to the hilt he can feel Y/n's orgasm shudder through his body as he gasps. Junkook curses when he feels Y/n clamp down on his dick, destroying all of his determination to not come yet. 'Fuck, I'm sorry', he whispers under his breath and before Y/n has time to brace himself he starts slamming back into him. Y/n curses under the overstimulation and digs his nails into Junkook's shoulders as the latter buries his face in his neck and pounds him deeper and faster, again and again until his breathing becomes ragged and his thrusts erratic. Then finally he slams in deep enough to make Y/n gasp when he feels Junkook spilling inside of him.

They stay like that for a moment, both panting. Junkook still has his face buried in Y/n's neck, softly placing kisses there and below his jaw. 'Thank you', he breathes, his eyes hooded and his lips slightly parted. Y/n is too exhausted to respond at all and just hangs in his arms, panting, looking at the ceiling.

After a few more moments of silent heavy breathing, Junkook slowly lowers Y/n to the ground, but when he notices how unsteady he is, he grinns and moves to pick him back up. Y/n slaps him away and scowls. 'I can walk by myself.' Junkook smirks, 'Are you sure, I feel like I did a pretty good job so I doubt it.' Y/n glares at him but he's to tired to resist when Junkook picks him up in his arms. 'I'm way too heavy for this you musclebrain.' Junkook grinns at him 'It's fine, what else are all these stupid muscles good for if not for this.' Y/n feels him flex his arms for good measure. 'Also, this is my fault to begin with', Junkook smirks, obviously not sorry at all. Y/n huffs and just gives up, letting himself be carried through the big empty halfway to Junkook's rooms, where Junkook lays him down on the bed and promptly flops down on top of him.

Y/n looks down at the man resting his head on his stomach. 'We need to wasp up first, your sheets will be ruined.' Junkook doesn't even open his eyes as he mumbles from where he's laying. 'It's fine, I'll change them tomorrow, for now let's just stay like this.' Y/n can feel Junkook's breathing slow down and his heart beats against his skin. Y/n sighs deeply, how did he even get himself involved in all this.

When he's sure that the demon laying on top of him is asleep he slowly weaves his fingers through his hair. Junkook moans in his sleep and leans into his hand. Y/n thoughtfully looks at the man's sleeping face then scowls. 'How the fuck do you look so innocent now.'

Junkook wakes up and smiles in satisfaction when he realizes that he's holding Y/n in his arms. He looks at the human's sleeping face, his expression relaxed and much softer than when awake. He softly kisses his neck, which make Y/n inadvertently moan and lean back into him. Junkook presses his eyes shut, trying to keep out any perverted thoughts, but he fails miserably. He groans when he feels himself harden against Y/n.

He's still trying to calm himself but he unconsciously starts pushing his hips into Y/n's. His arm around Y/n's chest tightens as the friction starts getting to him and he pulls him flush to his chest. Softly panting he starts out with soft kisses on Y/n's neck, but they soon turn sloppy and harsher until he's sucking bruises into the perfect white skin.

Y/n's body responds unconsciously to the rough ministrations and soft moans fall from his lips. His voice only makes it harder for Junkook to control himself and he groans as he manœuvres himself between Y/n's thighs to get more friction. The feeling as he starts sliding back and forth makes him moan into Y/n's shoulder. The feeling of Junkook rubbing against him also finally makes Y/n stir a bit. Junkook is really starting to loose it now, he needs to be inside, but he doesn't want to wake Y/n up. He rolls his hips faster and groans at the feeling. He's still sucking pretty blue spots on Y/n's skin, but when the latter suddenly stirs and clenches his thighs together in his sleep, Junkook gasps and bites down while moaning into his neck.

This finally does the job and Y/n wakes up with a shock. He half turns his head around and growls 'The fuck do you think you're do-' A sudden hard thrust of Junkook catches him of guard and he moans deeply at the sensation. 'Fuckkkk, you horny idiot, let go of me.' He gasps as the other's dick rubs him again. 'Sorry, can't, need to have you.' Junkook kisses and sucks his sensitive skins apologetically. 'I can't stop, need to fuck you, I can right? Please tell me I can?' Before Y/n can even respond one of Junkook's arms moves to hold him in place against his chest while his other hand slides down to grab one of his legs. Realizing that he won't be able to stop him Y/n tries to move out of his grasp. 'No wait, wait, at least give me a mo- AHH~' His sentence is cut short as Junkook pushes his dick into him in one long, slow motion. It's easier this time because they just did it, but they both still pant at the tight feeling for a moment. Junkook has Y/n pressed flush against his chest, his teeth buried in his skin and his dick pushed as deep as it can go. He groans and it rumbles through Y/n's whole body as he lays moaning and panting with his mouth open, completely overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion. 'Goddamn demons,' he gasps. Junkook finally regains his composure and pulls his mouth of Y/n's skin, to lick the slight marks. 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, are you okay? I'll be gentle okay? I'll be really careful, I'll take it slow.' He places soft kisses in Y/n's neck to appease him. 'You'll let me right?' He slightly rolls his hips into him. Y/n hisses. 'Just shut up. And SLOWLY.' Junkook smiles slightly dazed and nods against his back, before pulling out almost completely, and slowly pushing all the way back in, making them both groan. He carefully sets a rhythm where he pulls out about halfway and rolls his hips back up at just the right angle to keep hitting Y/n's sweet spot. He can feel the man writhing in his arms to get away from the overstimulation but he doesn't let him. One of his arm still holds his chest and with the other he now pulls back his hips so he can't escape. A string of guttural moans spills from Y/n's mouth when Junkook slams up into him with force. 'Fuckkkk~ you said you'd be gentle you bitch.' Junkook moves his hand to grab Y/n's throat and pulls him back against him. 'I know, but you look so pretty all fucked out, I couldn't help it.' Y/n tries to glare at him but his eyes soon glaze over as Junkook's rough thrusts keep coming and filling him up. Junkook curses at the sight and slams his hips up even harder. With the hand not on Y/n's throat he presses on his stomach, making the man groan in protest. 'Fuck offff, too full.' Junkook grinns with lust, 'I can feel myself in your stomach, that's so hot,' he rubs small circles on on Y/n's skin. 'I wonder what would happen if I pressed down here?' He presses with his fingers while simultaneously snapping his hips up aiming at the same spot. Y/n's eyes fly wide and his mouth hangs open, but no sound comes out. Junkook sees the reaction and greedily slams into that same spot again. Y/n's eyes go completely unfocused and unintelligible curses spill from his open mouth. Junkook hungrily takes in his expression and keeps fucking into him at that same angle until he finally pushes him over the edge and makes him come hard. With a broken stream of moans Y/n falls limp in Junkook's arms, trembling lightly from the assault.

Junkook grins greedily at the sight but takes pity on his lover and slowly works him through his orgasm with soft, deep strokes, placing sweet kisses on his shoulder, until he stops termbling. Finally, still panting, Y/n scowls. 'Great, you had your fun, now get out of me.' He pushes at the demon's arm, but it won't budge. Junkook chuckles lowly. 'I think you're confused about something~' He leans in and whispers in Y/n's ear with a smirk. 'I didn't come yet.'

Y/n stills. 'No. FUCK NO. Get off, get off right now, I can't ta- FUCK! ' His whole body shakes with the force of Junkook's hips slamming back into him. 'Just relax, I'll make you feel good again.' Junkook grinns at him as his thrusts grow faster and faster. Y/n curses and tries to struggle out of his grip which only results in Junkook flipping him over on his stomach, pinning him with his weight, before pounding down into him.

Y/n curses,'You're too deep you dickhead!', but at the same time he can't stop the moans from spilling out as he buries his face in the bed and grabs onto the sheets. Against his back Junkook is panting and the sweat is dripping down his face and chest. 'Fuck. Fuck, you feel so good, I think I'm addicted to this. Gods I could fuck you forever.' He buries his face in Y/n's back as he rolls his hips to get even deeper. His rhythm becomes erratic as he chases his high and he slams in with a few more fast rough thrusts before he pushes himself in as deep as he can. Lightning sparks behind Y/n's eyes as he comes again, panting into the bed, while he feels Junkook filling him up once more. They lay there panting for a while, until Junkook rolls onto his side, pulling Y/n with him and against his chest.

Y/n grumbles as Jungkook covers his abused skin with soft kisses, 'Don't you have any self-control? I told you you'd get only one round.' Jungkook smiles against him, 'I didn't think I'd be able to get you into my bed like this again any time soon. So I had to grab my chance while I had you.' Y/n tsks but doesn't disagree. Jungkook chuckles against his back. 'Exactly.' He buries his face back in Y/n's abused neck and inhales, then grins. 'You smell like me.' Y/n scowls, 'Are all you demons so fucking primal? You sound like an animal.' 'Yes, you could say that, and thank you, I'll take that as a compliment', Jungkook smirks before playfully licking a trail up the side of Y/n's neck making him shudder. 'For fucks sake', he hisses. 'So are you telling me that if I ever wanted to fuck another demon, I'd have to go through this same shit?'

He feels Jungkook freeze behind him, and before he can look back to see his reaction he is beimg slammed down on his back, Jungkook above him, pinning his wrists with one hand while the other is on his jaw. 'That was a very stupid thing to say', the demon growls at him, his teeth bared in a scowl. 'I was planning on going easy on you from now on, but you just changed my mind.' Y/n freezes when he feels Jungkook against his stomach, he's hard again. 'No, I was kidding, let go', he stares down at the demon's dick, dread heavy in his stomach. 'I can't go another round.' 'Should've thought about that before you put that image in my mind', Jungkook basically snarls. Y/n's eyes snap back up to his face and Jungkook's expression makes him pale. He fucked up.

Jungkook's eyes soften, if just slightly. 'I know I have no right to keep you from fucking other men.' His eyes darken again. 'But that doesn't mean I can't ruin you enough that no one else will ever be able to satisfy you again.' He grins but there is no joy behind the expression. When he leans in and lines himself up with Y/n, he whispers in his ear, 'I advice you to relax.' Then he snaps his hips forward and bottoms out. Y/n gasps but he gets no time to adjust as Jungkook pulls back and slams back in immediately, and again and again until he's set a punishing rhythm which has the entire bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. Y/n can't do anything but try to keep breathing and push against the head of the bed, to keep himself from crashing into it. One of Jungkook's hands is still on his face and when he opens his eyes he is met with the demon's piercing stare. He's really going to ruin him, he realizes. He can't think straight, pain and pleasure from the deep pounding are blending together and overwhelming his senses. He knows what he probably looks like right now with his mouth hanging open and his eyes glazed over, tears rolling down his face. He must look completely fucked out, but he can't seem to to care, or fix it even if he did. The sound of the bed ramming into the wall and their hips slamming against each other fills the room and Y/n is certain he's going to pass out. Jungkook is too big, too deep, too rough, he's really going to die. Just when his eyes roll back in his head he feels Jungkook bite down on his neck and with one more deep thrust he fills him up, which also pushes Y/n over the edge and they both come together.

Jungkook gently takes Y/n's face in his hands and places a kiss on his forehead. His breathing is heavy as his whispers, 'I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be ready to let you go any time soon.' Y/n is too worn out to respond and just stares at him with empty eyes. He's asleep within seconds. Jungkook lays down next to him, propping himself up on his elbow. He looks at the sleeping human and with his free hand he cups his face. He rubs soft circles on his cheek as he sighs. 'This is going to hurt like a bitch.'

The next morning when Jungkook wakes up the space next to him is empty and cold. He turns on his back and puts his arm over his eyes in defeated acceptance. He had known that he would wake up alone from the start after all.

[yourmanz-sodapop]

BTS reaction to being jealous/insecure of your ex

Jin:

Him and your ex meeting was a complete accident.

You never wanted them to meet, your ex was something.

When they met you were dining in a nice restaurant to celebrate their latest mv.

Your ex just suddenly popped up out of nowhere grabbing your shoulder in the process.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Jin.

Your ex just suddenly got to talking with Jin. He brought up a tattoo you had that Jin loved. It was a small tattoo behind your ear. Three stars, your ex mentioned how he was the one to convince you to get it.

“Oh, did you?” was Jin’s response.

This could not have gotten any worse.

You were so very wrong.

Then  your ex suddenly brought up your engagement, to him of course, not Jin. Something Jin didn’t even know about. All he knew was that your ex had cheated on you with your cousin and lied about it.

The entire ordeal was uncomfortable, and he didn’t remove his hand from your shoulder.

When it was obvious he wasn’t going to leave, Jin stood up and grabbed your hand, quickly heading to the front to pay.

Your ex followed, it seemed he had taken quite a liking to bothering Jin. He even followed you both to your car.

“You know I never stopped loving y/n.”

“If that’s so true you wouldn’t have cheated in the first place, but I have to thank you because I am never letting him go. Have a good night. ” Jin said with the fakest smile you’ve ever seen on his face..

Jin wasn’t by any means a mean person but there were lines that no one should cross and your ex crossed them. 

Yoongi:

Yoongi knew that your ex and you didn’t break up on bad terms. Rather unfortunate terms. 

You were only starting to build your business, he wanted a lot of time and you just couldn’t give that to him.

His family were still friends with your family so when he learned that he would be at your sister's wedding as well, he lost a bit of excitement.

He knew you still talked, not often but he knew every once in a while you would talk on the phone.

In all honesty he was dreading the next day. Where he would have to not only meet your family for the first time, your whole family, but also worry about your ex just coming and snatching you up.

He was scared, he had to admit he had Jimin stalk your ex on instagram a bit, he still had pictures of you from your time in university, when you guys were dating.

There was one particular one that bothered Yoongi.

It was a picture of you sleeping, it was obvious to Yoongi that you both just got done doing the deed.

It’s one of those things you really only know about your partner if you've been dating them for a while. Just little details that you notice over time.

To the world it might just look like you're sleeping, but Yoongi knows you. You NEVER sleep on your stomach. You think it’s the most uncomfortable position.

The only times you sleep on your stomach are when you're too tired to move.

And no he’s not overreacting. 

He of course didn’t bring it up, he knew you would get a kick out of it and tease him over being jealous.

But logically he knows he has nothing to worry about, what happened between you and your ex, was a long time ago. you’ve moved on even if he hasn’t.

Hoseok:

Hoseok was such a happy person. So he tried his best to be happy when you ran into your ex at the park. In the hidden area he was sure no one knew about.

The same park coincidentally that was his favorite, and that you both went to all the time.

Was he being paranoid? Probably but he had every right to.

We’re talking about the man who was your first. Not your first boyfriend or kiss but your first first. 

As in your first time, he ‘turned’ you into a man, or whatever it is that people say about first times. Or did that only apply to hetero relationships? He doesn’t care

It didn’t help that once your ex saw you, he wouldn’t stop hugging you.

Or that he started to yap about the old times when you were still together.

Like ok he didn’t need to know that one time you ate a worm because of a dare.

Or that your love language was gift giving.

First of all, it wasn’t, if he knew you as well as he claimed to, he would know that you love physical touch.

Most of your days off are spent lying around, Your head on his chest whilst he plays with your hair. Your light snoring making him smile.

Just being there and hugging him was enough for you.

It was one of his favorite things.

He knows that there have been plenty of firsts for you both as well.

It was safe to say he wasn’t exactly the fondest of your ex. He was a little jealous and insecure.

But it’s ok because when you got home you made sure to get rid of any and all insecurities he may have had.

Namjoon:

Despises your ex, No questions asked. 

Your ex was an absolute piece of trash.

Namjoon knew your family had money, and so did your ex.

But you were so ‘in love’ with your ex that you never noticed his love for your money.

You were the kindest person Namjoon ever met

Like even Namjoon lost his patience every once in a while for whatever reason

But you, God, you really never got angry, you never attracted problems or drama and stayed away from it

You were a big influence on your younger siblings, you always told them to not be pushovers but also to never start problems or fights

Namjoon was just so in love with you, you were kind, outgoing, talkative, but you also liked reading and painting, and you took workshop in your junior years which means you were very handy at a lot of things.

Like how can a person be all that

And then there was your ex, who used you, abused you and cheated on you multiple times

I mean how badly ‘in love’ do you have to be to let someone give you a scar and still take them back (don’t answer that)

But eventually after the 15th time you caught him cheating you just moved on

Yea Namjoon was in on ALL the tea.

Thankfully you met Namjoon not long after, but now here you were in a museum in Italy, and just his luck, your ex just happened to work there.

“Y/n?” that pesky voice, Namjoon immediately intertwined his fingers with yours and leaned against you

“Oh my God, Y/n, I haven’t seen you in years.”

Yeah, he was totally going to make a scene if he got too close.

Namjoon deliberately pulled you away from him, enough for him to know you were avoiding him, making sure your ex watched as he kissed you. 

Jimin:

Jimin loathed your ex. 

Why did he have to be so damn bubbly, and more importantly why did he have to make it so hard to dislike him.

He was just all smiles and laughter like Hobi. 

Which marks the question, why the hell did you break up with him?

You mentioned once that it was because you lost feelings for him, but you guys were high school and college sweethearts.

All and I do mean all of your friends and family had mentioned how they were so sure you would marry him. 

It kind of irritated him… no, it for sure irritated him.

He told you that he was uncomfortable that you all slept under the same roof during reunions. (Your family’s loaded.)

You had told him that just because his family and friends thought those things a few years back doesn’t mean it was going to come true, nor did it mean your feelings for him would magically reappear.

He wanted to get along with him, he really did.

But it was just so hard for him when he knew that this man had you the same way he has you.

That he’s seen you, all of you. Experienced everything before him.

He can’t help it. It’s pure jealousy. Jimin is a very jealous and possessive person. 

But he would never put you in a tough situation, he understood that you and him were just friends.

Taehyung:

Your ex was a straight up psycho.

He had DM'd him on instagram harassing him to no end.

Spouting nonsense, but I mean you did technically leave him for Tae but still all nonsense.

I mean he had you cut off from your family, you being the fool in love, you believed everything he said to you.

Then you met Taehyung on a business trip.

Your ex believes Taehyung turned you against him.

I mean you can’t say he’s not crazy, your ex threatened to fly out all the way to Korea to ‘get you back.’

Taehyung, although he would never voice this outloud did fear that you would leave him for your ex.

Your ex was an excellent manipulator.

He was also handsome and very feminine looking.

He found a picture of you on his instagram where you're holding hands and he could only note how small his hands were in yours, or how he was significantly shorter than you both and you would lean down to kiss his cheek.

Basically everything Tae wasn’t.

His hands were big, and when it came down to it he was only two inches shorter than you.

You and your ex were the perfect instagram couple, but he was batshit crazy.

And well you know what they say, don’t believe everything you see on the online.

Jungkook:

Jungkook was completely insecure about your ex.

First of all, you were a bisexual male. So that alone meant he had more competition than if you were just gay.

And second you were married before him, with kids!!

You left your wife a long time ago before your kids were born, because you both just could never have peace.

You fought all the time and she would walk out on you several times to ‘scare you.’

You were both very toxic in that relationship, you decided for the sake of happiness and safety of your kids you would separate and have shared custody over them.

It’s better than the kids growing up in a bad home environment and watching their parents fight all the time.

Therapy hadn’t worked so what else could you do.

They would spend the school year with her and stay with Jungkook and yourself over the summer.

So far things were going great, now that the kids were starting to understand things they didn’t seem to have a problem with anything. They were happy.

There had never been a problem… with the kids.

It’s been very clear to him that your ex wife still had some kind of attachment to you and vice versa. 

She was the mother of your children, you would always have a special love for her.

That’s where the insecurity comes in.

Legally there are no ties between you and him. Hell you don’t even live together yet and you’ve been together for 6 years now. Your twins were eight.

(You met Jungkook two years after your twin's birth, yes you are older than him.)

So there was nothing stopping you from getting back with her and cutting him loose.

It was kind of a given that Jungkook worried that one day he’d wake up only for you to tell him that you were going to give your marriage another try. 

That was his biggest insecurity, that you would go back to your ex.

His other insecurity is that your ex would give you an ultimatum, him or the twins. He already knows where you stand.

You’d choose your twins over anyone and everyone.

He tolerates your ex but isn’t the biggest fan, especially at reunions. 

That’s where he’s the most jealous, you look like the picture perfect family. 

But at the end of the day he knows that you love him and the twins love him, and even though your ex can’t stand being in the same room as him, he has nothing to worry about. 

[cinnaminyoons]

!!   jungkook

[ event masterlist ] 

assassins after the same target

alone in the darkroom together

“here to finish me off?”

"i'm going to kill you, ln jungkook."

"wait, nobody told me we're married – babe—"

"don't you dare 'babe' me after ignoring all my texts and declining all my calls," you interrupt with a growl, looming over him as he shrinks back against the wall. "who the fuck do you think you are? you stole my kill."

with an awkward smile, illuminated just barely by the red light in the corner of the darkroom, jungkook says, "i don't know if you're talking about last night's call of duty round or this morning's fiasco."

"fias—" you suck in a hissed breath, pinching the bridge of your nose with the hand not trapping him in place. it needs to be there. jungkook is very good at escaping when he wants to be. "you killed my mark!"

"but you said we share everything," he mumbles cluelessly. "our jobs are the same, so i thought you'd appreciate it if i checked him off your list for you. y'know – acts of service as a love language?"

"that applies to washing the dishes or refilling my gas tank," you sigh, "not stealing your boyfriend's contracts."

he twiddles his thumbs, a tiny pout pursing his lips as he stares at your shoes. or the shadow of them, really – it's much too dark to see a whole lot. he wishes you'd let him step outside for this conversation. "i'm sorry, baby... i just wanted to help out, you know? you're always so busy and i miss you sometimes. like, i know that basically being your househusband would keep me from seeing you as often, but it's hard not to get sad when you're halfway across the world and the only thing i have of you are your clothes. i killed him so that we could spend more time together..."

you can't handle how adorably pathetic he looks, on the verge of tears. your anger dissipates with a breath. you bring him into your arms and kiss his temple, feeling his fists twist in the back of your jacket. he buries his soft, sweet face in your shoulder with a quiet sniffle.

"don't cry, doll," you murmur, stroking his soft, glossy hair. you twirl a lock between your fingers. "i'm sorry for blowing up at you earlier. i was worried that they'd trace and find you because of who that guy was. i was taking my time on purpose, and you just strolled in and popped his head like a grape."

he smiles, nosing your neck. he kisses the curve of it and pulls back with bright, sparkling eyes. "it's okay, baby. i should've asked you first. i'm a big boy – nobody is tracking me. i learnt from the best, after all."

he taps your chest and you smile softly, brushing his messy hair out of his eyes. they hold the galaxy, red dwarves and quantum foam and everything in between. you kiss his eyelids. 

“that you did, dollface. that you did."

you turn towards jungkook's chemical setup, the tubs holding rolls and enlarged prints of your life with him, placing your arm around his little waist. "how's everything going? will we be able to hang these up soon?"

"they're chugging along nicely," he replies softly, hooking his thumb into the belt loop of your crisp black trousers. you're still dressed up from the flight you took a few hours ago to return to him. "just a minute or two more – i can't remember, need to check the clock. then i can start with the fixer and the washes, and we'll be able to take a peek tomorrow and scan them up. i already have one in mind that i'd like to set my profile picture to – i hope it came out well."

"i'm sure it's gorgeous," you hum, "just like you."

he laughs, separating from you to wander closer to the bench, checking the clock. he hovers around the tubs, watching the second hand closely and extracting a roll and a print at the exact moment the hand touches the twelve. he submerges them in the next tubs along the bench. "thanks, baby. i was, um, really scared if you'd kill me. as in, honest-to-god murder me. your opening sentence didn't help, either. i planned this whole, like, dramatic scene for if you were really upset – i was gonna say, 'here to finish me off?' and turn around in a spinny chair and you'd laugh and everything would be okay again."

you chuckle, eyes crinkling, and wrap your arms around him as he transfers the final roll in the dedicated 'wash' basin. "you know me so well. i wouldn't have been able to be angry at you."

he giggles, twirling around and pecking your lips. "mmhm." he entwines his fingers with yours, and his smile sparkles like the diamonds he adores so much. "i love you, baby. i always will."

"i love you, too, kook. once i have a shower, we can do whatever you like to spend those hard-won hours together." he gasps in delight and you grin. "let's watch the first iron man. that one always makes you turn into such a cutie."

"ba-by," he whines, blushing. he's never been more relieved that the room is both dark and lit  by red – the same colour as his cheeks, he's certain. "you're so mean to me."

"sorry." you kiss his cheek. "it's my love language."

[namjoonboo]

Jungkook nsfw imagine.

Jungkook x top male reader NSFW drabble

hi I know I haven't updated in a while, and I decided to write something so I can get motivated to get some of my requests done.

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Imagine jungkook really wanting to have sex with you, like to the point that bro is planning everything.

Imagine walking into you and jungkook shared bedroom to see the whole room to be decorated with rose petals, silk/satin bed sheets, and candles everywhere.

He wouldn't have noticed that you walked into the room yet as his back was facing you.

"Kookie, what in the world is this." You would say as you felt your eyebrow raise in confusion. You would lean against the doorframe while observing the room.

And jungkook would be so caught off guard. He would turn around to see your confused face.

"Oh uh, hi [name]! I-I just.." poor jungkook would stuttered in between his words as his eyes would be looking all over the place.

As you would approach him, he felt like every step you took was deadly. He felt his heart beat so fast that it could pop out of his chest.

"Did you really plan all of this? What did you want me to fuck you?" You would say looking at jungkook embarrassed flushed face.

"I-... maybe.." jungkook would say as he fidgeted with his hands not knowing what to do.

Poor boy couldn't even look into your eyes 😭

You would find this so; interesting. Your boyfriend setting all of this up for you to fuck him? That's just so adorable.

"Hey look at me." You would say grabbing his chin so he could look at you. He would lick his lips and he would finally look at you in the eyes.

"You really didn't have to do all of this for me to fuck you right?" You would tease him as pointing at all of the stuff he put in your guys shared bedroom.

"Yeah I know. But I also got something else." Jungkooks words would make your eyebrows raise. "Hm?"

Jungkook would sigh in embarrassment as he took off his hoodie to reveal a very sexy lingerie. It was a very dark red shade highlighting his chest.

"Oh my?" You would say as you would look at the lingerie while chuckling.

"Stop laughing [name]. Just fuck me already. I spent so much time doing all of this."

Let's just say that his wish was granted 😋

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Made by namjoonboo on 2023 August 10th.

[leohatter]

Hiya Leo! Can I request a angst/fluffy au for Jungkook x male reader with situation prompt 2. "He walks behind you when you're in online class" where after Jungkook walks past reader(they're in a secret relationship), readers classmates try to befriend him just so they can meet Jungkook. After class reader feels sad that they only want to be friends just because of Jungkook and Jungkook comforts reader and they cuddle in bed.? Have a good morning, day, night <33

online saddness | jjk

pairing: jungkook x male!reader

genre: fluff, angst

warnings: none

word count: 920

a/n: i'm so sorry this took so long but school has been beating my ass 😭 in the weekend i'm probably post something so 👀

you hated online classes. the interrupted sound and the pixelated images, having to wake up earlier than usual for some classes and all the connection problems. the only thing that was keeping you sane through all of this was your boyfriend - jungkook.

when covid hit, you both decided to quarantine yourself together at his house, wanting to spend all the free time together. you yawn for the nth time before looking at yourself in the corner of your boyfriends monitor. a figure walking behind you catches your eye and you quickly turn around to see your boyfriend looking shocked at you, a worried and regretful look on his face.

he quickly gazes at the monitor, making sure you were muted before his wide eyes look back into yours "shit. i'm so sorry my love, i didn't realise your camera was on" he whispers. your gaze softens at the sight of his worried face "it's okay koo, don't worry" you whisper back. you turn to your lecture again to see some of your classmates' eyes wide, shock evident on their faces "shit" you silently curse. you forgot that some of them were ARMYs.

you look at jungkook, who was in the kitchen, before looking back at your notes. as the teacher announces the homework, signalling the end of the class, you hear your phone buzz. "let's hang out in the meet after the teacher leaves" one of your classmates' texts in the class group chat. you notice some classmates sending in thumbs-ups, so you do too "i should socialise with other people rather than only koo and bam" you chuckle.

like he was reading your mind, the doberman walks over and plops down by your feet, his head resting on the fluffy blanket that laid in your lap - one that your boyfriend made sure you weren't missing, muttering something about the coldness in his house and you wearing shorts. you pet bam's head as you watch your teacher leave the meeting after bidding everyone goodbye.

turning back to jungkook, you watch him for a few as he makes lunch for the both of you "hey koo, i'm gonna stay with my classmates for a few more minutes, just tell me when lunch is ready, okay? " you smile when he nods, his cute pout making you giggle.

you put your headphones back on and turn on your mic, saying a quick greeting before one of the girls in your class interrupts you, a fake smile on her face "hey y/n! how are you? "she asks, but before you can answer she interrupted you again "why did you never tell us that you knew jungkookie oppa? is he as hot as everyone says?" she giggles and some of the others join her "you know, when all this online thing finishes we should all go out sometime, you should bring him too." someone else exclaims before the rest of your classmates join in to agree.

you feel tears well up in your eyes. how come they never even really talked to you until now? before anyone can say anything else you exit the call, trying to stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks. you close the computer and hurry to the bedroom, trying to suppress a cry. closing the door, you sit down on the bed and finally let the tears fall.

you couldn't understand why you were feeling like this. shouldn't you be happy that they want to hang out with you? shouldn't you be happy that jungkook gets recognised? your thoughts get interrupted by a knock on the door and jungkook pocking his head with a frown evident on his face. "baby? what happened ?" he rushes to you when he sees the tears on your face.

kneeling down in front of you, he cradles your face in his hands and wipes the tears off your red cheeks. you shake your head, embarrassed to tell him you're crying over something so stupid. seeing the frown on his face you sigh, looking down at your lap "some of my classmates who never even talked to me before suddenly wanted to hang out after they saw you.

i don't know, it just made me feel bad. i'm sorry, i know it's childish-" he cuts you off before you could even finish, lifting your head so you could look him in the eyes again "first of all, it's not childish, and second, don't you dare apologise. it's not your fault. just ignore them okay?" he whispers as he gets up and pulls you in bed with him, throwing your favourite fluffy blanket on your bodies.

his warm hands wipe the new tears from your face before he presses a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose. "they don't deserve your tears" he smiles, wrapping his arms around you to protect you from the chilly air in his house. he pulls the blanket further on your shoulder and starts tracing thoughtless patterns on your waist.

his free hand pushes your head further into the crook of his neck before playing with your hair. your bodies were like puzzle pieces, fitted perfectly together under the fluffy blanket.

he presses short and sweet kisses all over your face, before pressing a final one on your lips "i love you" he whispers. you smile softly and nuzzle further in his chest "i love you too bunny" you mutter before the both of you fall into a slumber, lunch long forgotten on the kitchen counter.

[male-reader-haven]

˗ˏˋ༻ʚ♡︎A Hefty Resolution♡︎ɞ༺ˎˊ˗

Holiday week day 7 (Happy February lmao)

You and your boyfriend work on your new year's resolution together, starting it off with spoiling the hell out of your good boy~ <3

First JK fic, though I have a ton of plans for him!!! Sorry the smut on this one is a bit shorter than last few ones, but I really enjoyed the concept!

Tags: sub Jungkook x dom reader (male implied), praise and reward, needy Jungkook (yes please)

Warnings: 18+, slight sweat+scent kink, praise and reward, blowjob, short and sweet

"Babe, get up, you promised." You tug at your boyfriend's long, wavy black hair. "Come on Gugkie."

"Mmmf!" A sassy groan meets you, and Jungkook turns over stubbornly, pulling the sheets over his head. You smile at his adorable antics and lean down to kiss his cheek lightly.

"Heeey sleepy." You swoon, a gentler approach since he seems tired.

"What.... time is it?..." Jungkook asks under his breath and squints his eyes. You sit up from the bed as you respond.

"It's eight." You pull off your shirt and throw it in the laundry basket, then go to the dresser to search for a t-shirt. "Remember our new year's resolution?"

Jungkook finally sits up in bed and yawns, stretching his arms up and scrunching his face. He sits there blinking for a moment then shakes his head and arms as a way to loosen up.

"Yeah, of course!" He nods his head, watching you change with sleepy, yet intrigued eyes. "But um, can you remind me... what it was?"

You can't help but giggle as you pull a white t-shirt over your head. You turn around and face Jungkook, putting your hands on your hips.

"We are going to go work out, baby. 30 minutes, every weekday morning."

"Ah, right! I knew that! I was just... testing you." He smiles a bright goofy smile, squinting his eyes as he does so. God, you love him. You make your way over to the bed to cup his face in your hands and kiss his forehead.

"Come on and get dressed, I'll be waiting downstairs."

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You are sat on the cold mat floor in your home gym waiting for Jungkook to come down. The both of you were already fairly active, hence all the home gym equipment and furnished room in the basement, but because of your schedules you rarely had a consistent workout routine or schedule, so at New Years, you had both agreed to make an effort to have a routine and to follow it together. Plus, working out is always more fun with others, and tends to be more effective as well. You scroll in your phone checking Instagram and other apps when the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs causes you to look up. Jungkook descends, wearing black gym shorts and a tank top, holding a water bottle in his left hand and his phone in his right with a white towel over his shoulder. You rise from your squatting position and walk over to him.

"Feeling any better now that we're awake, bunny?" You tease.

"Yeah yeah, just a bit sleepy. Do we have to do this in the mornings?" He whines, tilting his head and sighing exaggeratedly. "I didn't even have time to... fix myself..." His eyes flutter to the ground and his cheeks flash pink.

"Awe, does my baby still have his morning wood?" You smirk and rub his shoulders.

"Y/N, don't tease me! It's your fault anyways, running around in my dreams all night..." He smiles and caresses your hips.

"Hmmmmm, I have an idea." You hum as you kiss Jungkook's neck.

"For some reason that terrifies me." Still smiling, he looks at you quizically.

"How about some... motivation?" You look into his eyes with a steely expression and your hand wanders to just barely touch where Jungkook is slightly stiff in his shorts. His eyes widen.

"Okay, i'm listening." The corners of his mouth turn in a slight grin and he leans in closer to your lips, just thinking about what you have planned. You pull away from him leaving him noticeably disappointed, and you turn to the open notebook setting on the table.

"Workout first, fuck later." You beckon for him to come over. He hangs his head and sighs exasperatedly.

"Okayyyyy, fine. But just so you know, I will be staring at you and undressing you with my eyes the whole time." Jungkook plants a kiss on your cheek and turns to the barbell rack to begin his sets.

"Ah huh. In that case no need for this then." You take your shirt off and hang it on the back of a chair.

"You cheeky, sexy bastard." He grins and starts his sets as you spot him.

As the two of you spend the next few minutes swapping turns spotting for the other, you begin to realize that you enjoy working out together more than alone. Maybe it's the closeness of the both of you, or maybe its the way he bites his lip and breathes when he pumps a bicep curl, but you can swear he gets more beautiful every time you look at him. And you want him right here and right now.

"All right, I think that's enough. Put those away." You move towards Jungkook, reaching for his dumbbells.

"Ah, but I didn't get to finish-" He starts, confused, until you silence him by planting your lips on his. He eagerly reciprocates, following your movements and moaning into the kiss. You break momentarily just to allow room as you lift his sweaty tank top over his head and throw it to the floor. Jungkook's hands move across your glistening chest and trace your abs as your hands move to his slim waist and pull him closer to you. He whimpers as you bite his lower lip and continue to feel all over him, feeling his breath quicken and causing him to subconsciously grind against you. Your hands trail down his stomach as you descend, now on your knees facing him.

"You did so good, let me reward you baby." You let your fingers slide under the band of his boxers and tug slightly, waiting for his eager nod before pulling down both his shorts and underwear enough so you can get a good look at him. He bounces free, already semi-hard from watching you work out and your makeout session. You look up at his doe eyes and smirk. "Already so hard for me, so sensitive..."

Jungkook gulps and looks down at you.

"P-please Y/N, you tease me too much..."

"Of course, I can't help it Gugkie, you're too cute." You can't wait any longer. You hear him inhale sharply as you lick around his base, taking in his scent and salty taste. Jungkook leans his head back and his hands comb his own hair, desperate for something to hold on to, before landing on the pullup bar in front of the both of you. He grips the bar, leaving his chiseled chest stretched and open for you to admire as you continue licking up and down his long shaft.

"Ah, Y/N- hmm!" He squints and sucks in air through his teeth. The way he can't stop some part of him from moving as you pleasure him encourages you to keep it up, feeling the texture of his skin and veins with your tongue. His dick twitches in anticipation.

"So beautiful, can't resist you baby. So good for me, aren't you?" You coo in a deep, lust-filled voice.

"Uh- uh huh! Mmm-!" His voice wavers, barely a response. You take your hand and gently wrap your fingers around his base.

"I didn't quiet hear you, bunny. Are you my good boy or not?"

"Y-yes, i'm a good boy, yours!" He melts at your touch and words. You love seeing your baby needy for your touch.

"That's right, you're so good, so beautiful baby." You pump his dick a few times with your hand before putting his swollen tip in your mouth.

"Hnnn!" His voice cracks in a high pitched squeak, and his cheeks flush red in a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. You work your tongue while you slightly bob your head around the top of him as your hands work his base. The sinful sounds of your actions fill the room, beautiful when paired with Jungkook's panting and whiny moans. His mouth agape and eyes fluttering closed, he gets into it, hips moving with your mouth rhythmically and unconsciously. You love how he looks when lost in his own pleasure, and you feel a sense of pride that you are the one to make him feel like this. You want to spoil him like the good boy he is.

"Mmm Y/N, y-your mouth is s-so, you're g-gonna m-make me come!"

You take him out of your mouth with a pop and lick your lips, then start pumping him with your hands faster than before.

"It's okay baby, my baby deserves to come. You're so good, Gugkie, so beautiful. My beautiful boy."

"Hnnng, ohhh hyung, Y/N, feels so goood, ah!" His body moves with you, simply following his natural desire for pleasure. You simply can't get enough of his wavering voice and needy moans. As for Jungkook, he can hardly take it anymore with the way you suck him off.

"Aah, aah, hnngck-!" His voice peaks and his head flies back as he paints the back of your throat. You suck and lick, not letting a single drop of his orgasm go to waste. His body trembles, and he hangs his head, panting. You stand up to meet his dazed face and kiss him, running your hands through his damp hair while your other hand gently massages his still twitching, sensitive cock.

"You did so good, so good for me bunny..." You breathe the words into his agape mouth between kisses. Still gasping and squinting, Jungkook moves his arms from above him to around your neck, letting you lead.

"I... love... what you do to me Y/N..." He breathes the words, incapable of forming a straight sentence while he chases your lips.

There really are no downsides to this resolution of yours.

Send me suggestions on what to write next! ~ <3

----Masterlist----

[nino-rox]

Jungkook x Male Reader

Content Warning : NSFW Gay Smut, sexual themes (Degradation), Hookup Culture, College Au, Top Jungkook and Bottom Male Reader.

Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post.

Y/N, a bicurious 19-year-old boy, finally ended up downloading and setting up Grindr (gay hookup app) on his phone; snuggling into the covers of his small bed in his dorm, Y/N decided to see if this whole “Grindr” thing would really be worth his time. He was nervous about using it, especially considering he had never had a sexual encounter with another guy before (or a girl, for that matter). But if all went well, he would at least find out what it’s like to have sex with someone else. Y/N was pretty attractive, which made him receive several messages from guys within minutes of setting up his account. But after exchanging some messages, Y/N found himself interested in one particular message that said: “If you want something dirty, come by my room.” Being unsure, Y/N decided not to go. However, as soon as he left the app, the thought returned, and Y/N realized that he wanted to try having sex and losing his virginity - was a random hookup the best way to do this? No, but he quickly rushed over to room 205B, the room that said “something dirty” in his DMs (direct messages). It wasn’t long until he arrived, finding it empty. So he tried knocking on the door, only getting silence in return. After a few moments, the door opened slowly to reveal Jungkook standing before him. He appeared shocked, surprised that Y/N was actually showing up, yet somewhat amused. A moment later, Jungkook stepped aside, letting Y/N enter. The two were barely inside when Jungkook pushed Y/N against the wall and kissed him passionately despite his initial reluctance.

Y/N immediately wrapped his arms around Jungkook, and they started making out as hard as possible. Within seconds, Jungkook removed Y/N’s shirt, unzipping his pants and pulling them down with his underwear simultaneously, reaching down to grab Y/N’s cock, stroking it while looking straight into his eyes. They continued kissing, with Jungkook pulling Y/N towards him, leading him towards the bed, pushing Y/N down onto it as he sat on top of him. While on the bed, Jungkook unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down and off his legs. Jungkook took Y/N’s hands, placing them on his waistband and pulling off his boxers. Y/N reached inside, grabbed Jungkook’s penis and jacked him off while staring right into his eyes, feeling his pre-cum drip onto his fingers. Soon enough, Jungkook was rock hard.

The two continued to kiss as they groped each other’s naked bodies. With both of their bodies bare, Jungkook began rubbing his ass cheeks, eliciting groans from Y/N, which made Jungkook smirk. Then, without warning, Jungkook flipped Y/N onto his stomach and began kissing his ass cheeks while whispering things like how much he loved his fat ass and wanted to taste it. When he got to Y/N’s asshole, he kissed it and rubbed it gently, trying to get Y/N used to it. After a while, Jungkook licked it lightly, causing Y/N to moan loudly and beg him to lick harder. That is exactly what Jungkook did. Slowly and softly, he inserted his tongue into Y/N’s ass, making him squirm in pleasure and make little noises of approval. Then he slowly stuck his finger into Y/N’s ass, stretching and exploring every inch. He kept going deeper, causing Y/N to groan louder, almost like he was in pain. To ease his discomfort, Jungkook licked and sucked Y/N’s anus in between strokes, and then once he felt like Y/N was enjoying it, he moved his face closer to Y/N’s asshole so he could give him more intense tongue thrusts. This only made Y/N moan even louder.

Meanwhile, Y/N had an erection he couldn’t hide, pressing hard against his stomach. Luckily for him, Jungkook had noticed it, which turned him on even more. As he licked Y/N’s hole, he occasionally paused to tease Y/N’s hard-on, squeezing it and pulling on it until it grew even bigger and harder. Soon enough, Y/N felt like he was close to cumming. His moans grew louder, and he knew that Jungkook could hear him. When Jungkook finally took notice of Y/N’s rising desire, he licked up Y/N’s ass, licking it as fast as he could before moving on to Y/N’s balls, licking and sucking them too. After taking care of Y/N’s balls, he looked up to see that Y/N’s head was tilted downwards, and his ass was raised off the bed. He assumed Y/N was getting close to orgasm, which made Jungkook stop and lightly spank Y/N. “You ready? I’m going to put it in now,” Junkook said as he put on a condom. He made Y/N get on all fours so that he could fuck him from behind. With Jungkook guiding his penis into Y/N’s body, he paused and slowly eased it in, trying to be gentle, especially since he was still new to anal play. But Jungkook wanted to speed up the process, so he picked up his pace and pressed hard against Y/N’s ass, pushing as far as he could into him. He was finally fully in Y/N’s ass. With that done, Jungkook stopped momentarily to enjoy being in Y/N’s tight ass. Once he regained his composure, he pressed forward and began fucking Y/N harder than he ever had fucked anyone else.

Meanwhile, Y/N let out loud whimpers while his G-spot was hit every time and didn’t make any complaints, enjoying every second of the rough fuck that he was receiving. Jungkook continued fucking Y/N, pounding him as hard as he possibly could. And Y/N responded by pushing his ass back against Jungkook, wanting more. Jungkook obliged and increased his speed, railing Y/N so hard the bed started to shake. Y/N moaned so loud he was sure the entire dorm heard it. Jungkook liked that reaction and kept pushing harder, even roughly slapping Y/N’s ass. Not satisfied yet, Jungkook pulled out of Y/N’s body and positioned himself above him. Before he entered, he turned Y/N over and told him, “Tell me how good this feels.” He placed his hands under Y/N’s ass, lifted him slightly off the ground, and slammed his dick into Y/N’s ass as hard as he could, making Y/N moan and scream. Jungkook kept doing this, making Y/N whimper with each stroke. It was now Jungkook’s turn to moan and scream. He didn’t want to come yet, so he stopped after slamming into Y/N’s ass six times. Instead, he switched positions and shoved Y/N onto his back, pinning his wrists above his head while continuing to fuck him. As he fucked Y/N harder, he became increasingly aggressive and demanded Y/N call him “Daddy”. That is exactly what Y/N did, making Jungkook smile. And it was clear to him that he was giving Y/N pleasure, as Y/N kept moaning, calling Jungkook daddy over and over.

The pleasure was only increasing as Jungkook fucked Y/N harder and faster. Jungkook began biting Y/N’s neck as Y/N moaned loudly. After a couple more minutes of fucking Y/N hard, Jungkook finally unleashed his load as he held Y/N’s dick tight, stopping Y/N from cumming and making him elicit sinful moans. He then pulled out and made Y/N lay down facing his cock and tightly grabbed Y/N’s jaw, making him open his mouth wide for Jungkook’s cock, as he pulled his used condom off. Jungkook then leaned forward and slowly slid his still-hard dick into Y/N’s mouth, making Y/N gasp for air and gag as Jungkook started to aggressively throat fuck him. Y/N wasn’t expecting such extreme force, but he certainly enjoyed it. Meanwhile, Jungkook was breathing heavily, moaning in pleasure. He loved it when his dick was deep in Y/N’s throat. And he knew he wouldn’t last long either, so he didn’t wait for permission and simply went ahead and fucked Y/N’s throat. He began going faster, slamming his hips into Y/N’s face, hitting the back of Y/N’s throat as hard as he could, making him gag and cry out in pain, even though it didn’t hurt that bad. As Jungkook was fucking Y/N’s throat as hard as he could, he leaned forward and whispered, “That’s right, baby, Daddy wants to hear you say it. Say ‘Daddy’,” Jungkook said as he pulled out again - Y/N’s mouth overflowed with sticky saliva; Y/N did as ordered. “Daddy!” Jungkook smiled, knowing he had gotten through to Y/N. As he fucked Y/N’s throat harder, he whispered, “I’m gonna fill your throat with my cum. Are you ready?” Without waiting for an answer, Jungkook slammed his dick back into Y/N’s throat. At first, Y/N gagged, and his body shook from shock, but he didn’t want to disappoint Jungkook, so he forced his lips closed and sealed his mouth shut as Jungkook went as fast as he could. And soon enough, Jungkook felt his climax coming on strong, which caused him to slam his dick even harder, caring less about whether Y/N would be able to talk again after this or not. Tears streamed down even faster down Y/N’s face as he felt his climax building. Jungkook smirked, looking at Y/N’s eyes and his fucked out expression as he slowly moved his hand down Y/N’s chest to pinch his nipples, making him moan in pleasure and squirm underneath him, sending vibrations in his throat, pushing Jungkook over the edge. “Aaaahhhh!!! SUCK IT! SWALLOW MY CUM!!!” Jungkook shouted loudly as he came in unison with Y/N, his cum coating the walls of Y/N’s throat, leaving him choking and gasping for air.

As Jungkook calmed down, he looked down at Y/N and smiled. He knew that they were both horny as hell after that one. Jungkook leaned in and gave Y/N a passionate kiss, tasting his own cum on his tongue as they aggressively made out. When they broke apart, Jungkook asked, “Are you okay? Do you need to catch your breath?” “Y/N...” Jungkook chuckled, not surprised that he’d say something so corny. “Of course I do,” Y/N said as he sat up, panting, and then realized what happened. He began coughing violently and quickly spit out some cum that had gotten into his lungs. Jungkook chuckled as he helped Y/N stand up. Once they stood, he bent over and brought Y/N in for another kiss. “Umm, thanks for letting me take advantage of you again,” Jungkook teased as they finally broke apart. “Don’t worry about it,” Y/N replied. “Was that your first time, baby?” Junkook asked, smirking, their faces still close. “See around,” Y/N said, winking as he walked out the door. Before he shut it, he heard Jungkook say, “You’re welcome here anytime.”

Author’s Note: Please Request/DM if you want me to write part 2!

[armysantiny]

22:15 – 정국 (Jungkook)

P: Jungkook x male reader | G: timestamp, smut | Inc: tattooist!Jungkook, sub!Jungkook, dom!reader, petnames, teasing, orgasm denial, Jk's hands being restricted, implied multiple orgasms, filth tbh, I took 'every second, every minute, every hour' and ran with it lmao | Wc: 223 | W: slight D/s dynamic, restriction, orgasm denial,, desc. of pleasure almost being painful (consensually ofc) | R: 18+

Min’s notes: I blame a mf named Jeon Jungkook singing Seven for this ^-^

Sweat drips down Jungkook’s forehead, his head thrown back as he tries to ground himself on y/n’s bed. His head is spinning – how long have the two of them been at this? How long did y/n want to keep this up? All manner of moans and whines slip out of his mouth, only encouraging y/n to keep up his loving torture on Jungkook’s cock. There’s not much Jungkook can do to make it stop; his hands restricted above his head and leaving him exposed and entirely at y/n’s mercy.

“F— fuck, y/n, baby…” The tattooist cries, unable to stop squirming the longer y/n refuses to stop. He’s so close but anymore and Jungkook might just lose his mind. He’s going to start coming dry at this rate. Y/n simply blinks, looking to his boyfriend as his hands just…stop. Jungkook panics, bucking his hips into the younger man’s now still hand, desperately seeking the pleasure that’s keeping him on the edge of pain and holding him there.

“What is it bunny? Do you want me to stop? It is too much for you?” Y/n taunts, tracing circles onto the writhing man’s tip. He huffs, “and here I thought you had stamina~. What was it you said? Every second? Every minute? Every hour?”

Perhaps Jungkook regrets riling y/n up over text.

Perhaps not.

Definitely not.

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[prettynice8]

My Bodyguard Part 1

Jeon Jungkook x male reader, haters to lovers?

This wonderful man

Stuff: fluff, angst, this whole thing is just a buildup to Part 2.

Word Count: 1,501

Notes: I was inspired by ai. Fun fact, Jungkook is by bias so that's fun.

Fucking great, Jungkook has to guard another prissy little girl who has never faced any kind of troubles in her entire life. Some rich bitch who doesn't even need a bodyguard and yet here he is, practically wasting his time.

This wasn't his first rodeo, though he was at the young age of 26, he's seen a lot of shit. A lot of annoying, prissy, useless, and rage inducing girls who always try to have their way with him. He's never given in though, not very hard to do when they're all, well, girls.

Jungkook nearly dreaded when your father finally led him to your room. He desperately wanted to leave and quit this job forever, but it would be a waste of all the training he has had to endure over the years, so he stayed his ground, expecting the worst.

As the door opened, Jungkook was greeted by an enormous room full of personality. The walls were covered in various posters, stuffed animals and dolls littered the room. It was a little different than the rooms he'd been in before, but that doesn't mean anything. You're probably just as spoiled as all the other girls he's had to guard.

"She's just another spoiled rich girl." He whispered under his breath.

"Well for starters, she's a he." You stated, Jungkook was incredibly surprised, he did not expect you to actually hear him, most of the others don't give a shit about what he has to say.

"O-oh dear I'm so sorry." He apologized, trying to cover up his mistake. He looked at you, and you were in fact a boy, a pretty cute one at that.

Your father was long gone by now, leaving just you and Jungkook to awkwardly talk.

"So, what's your name?" He asked, trying to be friendly.

"You're supposed to be my bodyguard and you don't even know my name." You said, sass apparent in your voice. "Well, I feel like I'm in safe care."

He completely forgot what your name was, the person whose life is technically supposed to be in his hands, and he was so caught up in dreading seeing you that he didn't take the time to see what your name even was. Fuck did he hate this job.

"It's y/n." You stated coldly, already questioning this man's competence. "And yours?"

"My what?" He questioned back.

"Your name dip shit." You answered, not having it right now.

Jungkook was taken back, people never ask what his name is, though you could've been a little nicer about it.

"It's Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook." He replied, a smile making its way on his face.

"You also didn't even know my gender, god you suck at this." You stated flatly, not impressed by whatsoever.

His smile was crushed, your words feeling like poison each time you talk.

"You really are like all the other rich bitches I've had to deal with." Jungkook complained, growing tired of your behavior.

"You don't even know me." You exclaimed, growing equally tired of him.

"I know enough." He stated coldly before leaving your room, leaving you to stare daggers at the door.

That was your guy's impression of each other, minor disdain. He hated how you seemed like every other shit head he's had to deal with, and you hated him because he just assumes shit about you, he also kind of sucks at his job, where did your dad even find this guy.

Though you both kind of hated each other, he had to be around you. All. The. Time. No matter where you were, eating, in the bathroom, even sleeping, he was right there or just right outside the door. You both haven't said a word to each other since your first meeting, and you both hope to keep it that way.

"Why do you hate me?" You asked flatly while eating your dinner, finally breaking the weeks-long silence between the two of you. Also no one else was there so this seemed like the best moment.

"Why does it matter to you?" He questioned right back, hoping to prolong the silence.

"Because I don't want the person who's supposed to save my life to dislike me, but more importantly I feel like you have no reason to dislike me the way you do." You responded, arms crossed over your chest.

"No reason! I have every reason to hate you! The moment I got here you greeted me with disrespect! Your so fucking stand offish and it's clear that you have no idea what the real world is like, able to be in your fucking mansion and eat your fucking food while I'm in a job that I hate, having to be around clueless people I hate, like you!" He shouted at you, every word hitting like a bullet.

You just stood there in silence watching each other, tears daring to come out of your eyes. He stares at you heavily breathing, too angry to realize your sad state.

"You don't know anything about me." Was all you said before the tears fell down your face like a waterfall. You stormed out of the dining hall and into your room, leaving Jungkook standing there alone, feeling like an idiot, which he was.

He finally got the courage to walk up to your room. Knocking on the door to see if you're okay. Hearing nothing but your sobs, he took the liberty of opening the door. He was greeted with the sight of you sitting on your bed, curled up and crying into your legs.

"Go away, it's not like you actually care about me." You ordered, not wanting to see the face of the man that made you an emotional wreck.

Jungkook just stood there, so he just sat next to you and awkwardly patted your back.

"I-i'm sorry I said those things, it wasn't fair, I really don't know anything about you, except that you're pretty when you cry." He said with that charming smile, causing you to laugh.

"I'm always pretty." You replied, wiping the tears from your face.

"Can't argue with that." He said, causing you to laugh more.

Since that interaction, things between the two of you have been lovely. There was no ill will anymore and you might even say the two of you were friends.

"Why do you always just stand there and watch me eat, sit down, there's plenty." You ordered, Jungkook was taken back by this act of kindness, though it wasn't a big deal, it surely felt like it was. He took the seat right next to you and started to dig in.

"When do you eat anyways?" You asked.

"When you go to your room, or when there's off time." He answered.

"Well, you're always welcome to eat here with me." You stated. "Do you have any hobbies; it seems like you're always just around me?" You asked another question. Finally wondering what he does when not around you.

"Mostly work out." He answered quickly, enamored by the taste of the food.

"I can see that." You said, but then suddenly stunned with your own words. Jungkook almost chokes on his food, also surprised by your flattery.

"I-i mean y-you're like objectively built." You stuttered, digging your own grave deeper and deeper. He starts laughing at your nervousness.

"Thank you. I try." He said, the rest of the dinner goes smoothly, though your words still hang in the air.

Once you both finish the meal, you two walk to your room, talking along the way.

"Wanna come in?" You offered when you got to the door of your bedroom.

"I'd love to." He eagerly answered, a little too eager.

You both take a seat on your large bed. You lay on the pillows while Jungkook awkwardly sits on the edge. He looks around the room, never actually getting a very detailed look. It's incredibly big, almost the size of an apartment. There's even a balcony that leads to a gorgeous view of the ocean, looking especially incredible because of the sunset.

He gets up to get a closer look at it, making his way to the balcony. You realize this and get up to chase after him.

"Pretty great huh?" You ask rhetorically, already knowing the answer. He just nods in agreement, totally dumbfounded by the amazing view. The way the water reflects all of the colors makes it all the more vibrant. The pinks, reds, oranges, and yellows mix together beautifully. This has to be the most wonderful sight of his life, almost magical. Though he's pulled away by the sight of you.

Your equal fascination with the view that you've had to have seen so many times before is enchanting. The way your face lights up and how your hair is carried in the wind is to the sunset like the Mona Lisa to a child's macaroni art. Finally, he realizes that all other beauty in the world is utterly and totally dwarfed by yours.

wait for part 2.

[jiminiecrickets]

jeon jungkook ♡ series masterlist

wc. 2k

tags. smut | dom top!m!reader, in an alleyway, exhibitionism + getting caught, jealousy, rough sex, biting, crying

thursdays at a nightclub – most would expect a half-alive sort of creature, mostly empty and a little dull. but the nights never sleep and neither do its people, and the building is warm with electric bodies and the sweet, heady scent of spilt alcohol.

jungkook squeezes out of the crowd on the dance floor, releasing a lungful of thick air as he meanders towards the bar. he'd lost you a few minutes ago, and nothing was as fun as grinding on his boyfriend in a dark room full of strangers. he takes a seat and orders a drink.

not a second later, a presence slides up behind him. "what's a looker like you doin' all alone?"

his welcoming smile vanishes. that's not you. he glances over his shoulder at the young man, who looks so generically attractive that jungkook feels as if he's an instagram filter become reality.

he turns away, disinterested. he scans the crowds. "i'm not alone. here with my boyfriend."

"really? where?"

there's a grating smugness to his words. he's probably never had anyone say no to him before. "we got separated. this place is pretty big."

the guy hums, leaning against the bar next to jungkook. "that's true. he probably won't find you for ten minutes, maybe more. not thinking of spending all that time sittin' alone at the bar with just a whiskey to warm you, are you?"

"i am, actually."

"well, maybe i could interest you in something else," he suggests, "to pass the time."

jungkook lifts the glass to his lips, throwing it back. he hisses at the pleasant burn. "yeah, no. i'd rather watch paint dry."

"oh, i'm not that bad," he jests. his fingers slide over jungkook's bicep, gorgeously accentuated by the neckline of his black racerback tank. it's fitted and cropped – he did it himself – and shows off his tight stomach and defined apollo's belt. "you wouldn't even have to look at me, y'know. those hands of yours would make a nice necklace, don't you think?"

he glances down at his many silver rings and bracelets. "oh. oh. uh, i don't think you're reading me right. um, i don't swing that way."

the man's brows furrow. "what? you said you had a boyfriend."

"i do." jungkook clears his throat, carefully sliding off of the barstool. the other man's eyes follow him up; jungkook has a few inches over him. "i, uh..."

"there you are, baby. thought i'd never see your face again."

jungkook positively lights up at the sound of your voice, smooth and pleasant. it's the kind of voice that cuts through boardroom chatter like a hot knife through butter, carrying with it a natural, easy assertiveness that ceos wish they had.

"hyung," he coos, giggling as you drape an arm over his shoulder and tangle that hand in his long, messy curls, tugging slightly to press your lips to his cheek. he lets you move him around like a doll, grinning up at you adoringly. "hi."

"hi," you reply, amused. your eyes flicker over to the other man, whose face is slowly turning red. your eyes narrow slightly. "sorry, i don't think we've met. i'll be stealing him for a minute."

you're usually so polite – but this time, you didn't even add an 'if you don't mind' to that second sentence. jungkook nibbles on his lower lip. are you angry? are you angry at him?

"hyung?" he asks when you lead him outside into the alley, the cool breeze soothing his hot skin. "what's up?"

you turn on him. his eyes widen. "he was flirting with you, wasn't he?"

"what?" he fumbles. "w-well, i mean, yeah, but you know i wasn't gonna do anything if that's what you're worried about—"

"i don't care about that." something in the back of jungkook's mind swoons at the knowledge that you're so secure in his affections for you that it doesn't bother you in the slightest. you lean in, pressing a hand against the rough brick wall and pinning him in. his heart begins to race. "i care that he thought you were available. all this skin you're showing and not a single mark defining you as mine?" a slight growl marks that last word. jungkook gasps softly. "we'll have to fix that."

"now?" jungkook stammers, glancing around. the alley's dark, and the streets on either side are mostly quiet. a few haggard-looking youths stumble by every so often. "but what if someone sees? my dignity, hyung, you're gonna rip it to shreds."

"i'm 'gonna'?" you lift a brow, eyes glittering. "you sound as if you want this."

he swallows. "i – i do, i always do, but i don't want anyone getting an eyeful of my ass..." he hooks his fingers through your belt loops. "that's just for you, hyung-ah."

you hum, leaning in. you press your lips against his and he moans softly, tugging your hips flush against his. "that's right, baby. you're just for me. all this..." you squeeze his ass roughly over his black cargo pants and he whimpers out a moan, arching his spine into your touch. "all mine. why?"

"'cause you fuck me the best," he gasps, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as your hot kisses travel down his jaw and collar. his cock stirs. "you fuck me so well, baby. i could never want anyone else when i have you. i belong to you – hey!"

you yank his teasingly tight pants down over his thighs, pinning him in place easily with your own body. he's already half-hard – has been for the last hour in the club – and you hum appreciatively, gently turning him over. he obliges, arching his spine as he gazes watchfully over his shoulder, pink lips parted and palms pressed against the wall.

your hand runs over the tight silver-ringed harness that cradles his chest and shoulders and emphasises his tiny little waist. you nearly growl at the sight, nails digging into his skin.

he presses his ass into the front of your pants, round eyes sparkling with anticipation. "you're being so rough," he breathes as you nip at his neck just below his ear, tugging the fitted neck of his top down to reveal more of him. "did that really touch something tender? ah!"

he jerks as your teeth clip his soft skin, indenting the shape of your teeth as a red bruise. his heartbeat thuds faster as your palms glide over the mounds of his chest, perfectly sculpted by his tight shirt and harness, and dance over his cock to stroke his sensitive inner thighs. they tense under your touch.

he's wearing a pair of tiny black jocks with a rainbow elastic that cups his ass. you stifle a laugh, trying not to break character.

"what?" he mumbles, blushing. "shut the fuck up. they're cute."

"oh, i agree." you give them a light smack and he moans sharply at the impact. "wonder what that guy would think if he saw you in these – if he saw how pretty you are, spreading your legs for me..." one hand strokes his taut stomach, passing below his hips to cup the cute bubble in his jocks. he whines softly as you squeeze. "be a good boy and keep quiet for me, yeah?"

he nods feebly, gnawing on his lower lip. you've barely done anything and yet he already feels ragged, his skin scorching and tight.

something hot and thick prods his asshole. he slaps a hand over his mouth as you snap your hips forward, burying yourself so deep in him that he sees stars, the burning stretch achingly good. "mmph—!"

you hush him softly, holding him steady as he trembles in your arms. the hot weight of your body pinning his into the rough, cold alley wall is almost mind-numbing. "that's my good boy... halfway there. my good boy takes cock so well, doesn't he?"

whining softly, he nods fiercely, gasping out a shaky moan as you press your hips tight against his ass. "mhm, mhm, i do – ah! you're just s-so big, 'm close, so close—"

 "already?" your hips smack quick and rough against his ass, the lube making things wet and messy. he shoves his hand between his teeth and claws at the wall, the thick head of your cock grinding into his prostate and gliding against it with each thrust. "i just put it in, baby."

"s-sorry," he squeaks, his breathing haggard as his eyes dart between the ends of the alleyway. the headlights of a car rumble by and he clenches around you, eliciting a deep groan that rattles his spine and echoes in his head. "s-someone's gonna see – fuck, right there – h-hyung, they're gonna see—!"

"they will if you keep squealing your pretty head off," you grunt, gaze trained on the join between your bodies. his ass ripples, bouncing off of your hips with wet smacks, and arousal flames through your veins. you grab his wrists and pin them to the wall beside his head. "but you're so much tighter than usual – s'almost hard to fuck ya," you chuckle breathlessly. "you like this, don't you, my good boy? do you want someone to see the way you're crying on my cock?"

tears prick his eyes. you're right. his heart threatens to pound out of his ribs. he sniffles, moans high and airy. "n-no, i don't, 'm your good boy – please, sir, s-slow down—!"

his hips snap forward with a sharp cry as your cock slams into his guts. his vision whites out and his head spins, his body hot and sweaty even in the cool night, and he melts.

he arches his spine, throwing himself roughly back onto your cock and babbling for more. his hair bounces quickly, sticking to his temples, and his thighs shake violently as he comes into his jocks, sniffling and whimpering with hot tears streaking down his cheeks.

he's so messy. so embarrassed. he's acting like a slut. he squeezes his eyes shut and gulps back his loud moans, turning them into gasped whines and heavy pants as your dick scrapes his insides so wonderfully, filling him up like no one else ever could.

"sir – hyung," he babbles, melting into your hot kisses a little more with each harsh thrust, "hyung, hyung! please—!"

in the alleyway, the indent of the doorway you're hiding yourself in swings open. a familiar sleek face greets you, a cigarette between the lips.

it falls to the ground.

you yank jungkook's hips back onto your cock and he squeals, whimpering in shock and embarrassment as you fill him up right then and there. his huge, teary eyes stare back at you, his shaky hands pushing meekly at your stomach in an effort to get you to pull out, but you just step closer, forcing his body still as cum drips down his inner thigh from his jockstrap.

you tilt your head at the man who once, not too long ago, threw himself at jungkook, expecting to walk away in the morning with a satisfying ache between his legs. a tug on jungkook's long hair reveals the collar of dark, bruising hickeys littering his neck and shoulders.

jungkook moans your name, exhausted, and slumps against the wall, his hands trembling as he tries to steady himself against the cold bricks. you give one final thrust and jungkook keens, practically collapsing into your arms as his knees buckle.

you turn away from the stranger at last, dropping a chaste kiss to the nape of jungkook's neck. he shivers and whines softly, gripping your hips for dear life. you're the only thing keeping him from crumpling to the ground like a stringless marionette.

rapid footsteps. the door slams shut. you hush jungkook, nibbling another hickey into his flushed skin as you slide his pants over his ass.

"such a good boy," you whisper, wiping his tears away with the pad of your thumb. "my good boy, isn't that right?"

after a minute, he nods once, sucking in lungfuls of air as his head gradually clears of the thick fog. he leans back against you, tucking his warm face into the crook of your neck. your arms wrap securely around his waist. "yeah," he whispers vacantly, the tingle of pleasure still zinging through his nerves. "'m hyung's good boy... his..."

he's so cute like this, you think as you stroke his cheek and press a lingering kiss to his bitten lips. walking out of the alley, he grips your hand as if he'll die otherwise, but he decides that it's not close enough and hooks his arm over your shoulder, keeping yours around his bare waist. you help him keep steady on his shaking legs. his rosary of dark hickeys is a public announcement: he is yours, and you are his.

[sannirio]

On your knees

wc: unknown

dom jjk x male reader

cw: face fucking, dumbification, degradation, praise, size kink, possible emetophobia trigger [rayor]

A/N idk i just felt like writing something. it’s not very good but that’s ok lol

“get on your knees” you felt yourself hit the floor, a hand on your shoulder, the one that forced you down. jungkook was looking down at you. he looked angry. he bent down to match the level “do you know why you’re here?” his voice was smooth, low, but the anger was laced throughout his words. “yes sir” you whispered. “are you sure? i don’t think you do.” it wasn’t your fault that guy came up to you and flirted with you at the club, of course it wasn’t, but when jungkook gets like this you can’t help but be extremely turned on. he was so tall standing above you, his eyes were fixed on your body, scanning it, every inch deciding on what to do with you first. at the moment all he wanted to do was mark you.

finally he decided. he slowly started to undo his belt forcing you to stare at his hands as they worked. finally he pulled off his belt and threw it to the floor. you were getting restless, needy. you knew what was coming next. jungkook pulled down his pants releasing his cock. you’ve seen it a thousand times but it’s size always shocked you. he was huge and he knew it. grabbing your head he forced your mouth on to his cock. you felt him go down your throat, usually you could handle it but the force was different. jungkook held your head in place, starting to thrust into your mouth. each time he thrust into you jungkook grunted. his pace quickened, very fast. it started to feel like he was tearing your throat open. tears started rush down your face landing on the floor mixing with your saliva. he was moving so fast, fucking your face like a fleshlight. you hands were trying so hard to keep yourself steady which was barely possible due too his relentless use of your poor mouth.

you looked so pretty to jungkook. his cock being squeezed by your throat was driving his dick insane. he flexed making you choke. he smirked, what a whore, a cock hungry slut taking his whole length down your small throat. he knew how much you loved having your mouth destroyed by him so he wasn’t going to hold back on you.

he thrust into your mouth one last time before pulling his dripping cock out. his dick was hanging in-front of your face, so heavy and perfect. you wanted more. you blinked once before a warm sensation graced your wrists. jungkook was tying you up with his favourite rope. jungkook tightened the rope around your wrists forcing a whimper to escape your pretty cock slut lips.

he brought you over to the side of the bed forcing you down onto your knees once again. he then took your hands and held them over your head, he didn’t want you to do anything you’d regret. his pants were covered in your saliva and precum, it was so incredible hot. once again he brought his cock to your lips teasing you, brushing the tip against your lips. you tired to move your head forward to get even an inch into your sore mouth. you felt a smack hit the side of your face followed by a warm sting. “bad boy” jungkook hissed. you pouted in response. the heat from the hit was dying down sending a shiver down your spine. once again jungkook forced himself into your mouth and down your throat. the sensation of the whole length of his dick hitting the walls of your throat made you numb. it hurt but it felt way to good for that to matter.

jungkook smirked. the longer he face fucked his cute little whore the more he knew you wouldn’t think about anything else. he was marking you, the bruises in your mouth were to be evidence of it, that and the fact you’d be a stupid babbling mess after he was done with you.

your brain was numb and full of endorphines the strain your underwear had on your dick was only adding to the fact that the mere sensation of jungkook using your mouth was already pushing you closer to the edge. you were such a whore, getting off to the mere sensation of jungkook thrusting himself inside you. you felt your dick twitch followed by the euphoric sensation of an orgasm flooding your body leaving your dick sensitive overstimulating you as it touched your now cum soaked underwear.

“how pathetic” jungkook growled “you came because of my dick down your throat?” he pushed his dick deep down as far as he could. he felt his orgasm reach its edge and collapse in a second. cum flooded your stomach like a damn collapse. he kept thrusting into you making sure you took every drop of him. as he pulled out of your mouth cum was still leaking ok of him, giving you the much desired taste you were longing for. “good boy” jungkook spoke in a whisper giving you a kiss on your mouth. he could taste his cum on your lips.

now you knew who you belonged to

[akashababy]

Jungkook x Top male reader

(Fluff)

Jungkook had always been drawn to his friend, who was confident, strong, and captivating. But he had never dared to confess his feelings, especially since he didn't know if the other guy even liked guys.

It wasn't until a night out with their friends that everything changed. They were at a party, and Jungkook couldn't take his eyes off his crush. He watched as the other guy effortlessly danced, charmed everyone around him, and exuded a magnetic energy.

After a few drinks, Jungkook found himself feeling bolder than usual. He approached the other guy and struck up a conversation. To his surprise, the other guy was receptive and even seemed to enjoy their interaction.

As the night went on, Jungkook and the other guy found themselves alone in a quiet corner. It was then that Jungkook mustered up the courage to confess his feelings. To his amazement, the other guy revealed that he had been harboring feelings for Jungkook as well.

From that night on, Jungkook and his crush started dating, and their relationship blossomed into something truly special. They shared their love of music, spent lazy afternoons together, and even went on spontaneous adventures.

Their friends were supportive, and Jungkook couldn't help but feel grateful for having someone so perfect by his side. He knew that his crush, now his boyfriend, brought out the best in him and made him feel complete.

As for the other guy, he was equally smitten with Jungkook and couldn't believe he had found someone so kind, talented, and compassionate. Together, they embarked on a beautiful love story that they hoped would last a lifetime.

[cinnaminyoons]

STAR THEORY !!

!!   jjk x m!reader

!!   wc | 6.8k

!!   tags | dilf!jk + dilf!reader (obv), non-idol au, lil age gap (jk’s 25, reader’s at least late 20s), reader lived in america for some time + reader is a chef (food comfort & domesticity i love u), reader’s children and dog are named, reader had a wife and also has a hip tattoo

[ event masterlist ]

dilf/dilf

pets are in love and so are they

“we are... incredibly close right now.”

the bedroom door bursts open.

"appa!"

it's too early for this.

"appa," she pants, little feet bouncing across the carpet until a weight begins to tug erratically at his blankets. "appa, get up, get up, there're new people!"

jungkook pulls a pillow over his head.

she puffs her cheeks out and launches herself onto his bed; she elbows him in the bony front of his leg. he groans in pain as she scrambles over his legs and grabs his pillow with both hands.

"get up, appa! i wanna go see!"

blearily, jungkook lifts his head, groping for the blinds past his bedside table. he leans uncomfortably far out into the cold of his room before he latches onto the chain and gives it a good pull.

the wooden blinds clatter up, dousing the room with pale morning light – the white bang that birthed the universe. she giggles and slides down from the bed, crawling up to the window and pressing her knuckles against the cold glass.

on the street below are a man and a little girl. another girl! she delights herself with fantasies of having a best friend – maybe they'd go play on the playground, and with their combined strength, they'll knock down the mean queen bee from the monkey bars.

they carry boxes into the neighbouring house, assisted by movers. a fridge, a mattress – they manoeuvre them through the gates leading around to the side of the house, entering through the glass sliding doors. she watches them, fascinated, as the visible kitchen begins to fill with cardboard boxes.

she cranes her neck, pressing her forehead against the glass until it stings her skin. nobody else comes through, and she knows who the hired help are because they wear bright orange shirts.

she squints at the man's left hand when he rests it against the column of the alfresco, speaking to the little girl. he's like her appa – he doesn't wear a marriage ring.

"what's so interesting?" he combs his fingers through his messy hair.

she glances over her shoulder with big brown eyes. "nobody's lived in that house for ages. d'you think they'll be nice?"

"i'm sure they are. c'mere, miri – you'll get a cold."

she skips over, lifting her arms dutifully. jungkook pulls a small pink jersey from his closet and tugs it over her head, helping her arms into the sleeves.

"where are your socks?" he asks with a groggy frown. he's always been slow to wake. "your toes will fall off."

"bam took them."

"he what?"

"bam took my socks," she says helpfully.

he sighs, rising to his feet. "okay. up we go, then."

he heaves her into his arms, settling her against his hip as he shuffles out of his bedroom and down the stairs. she's more than capable of walking on cold floors on her own – maybe it'd be a good lesson to teach about letting the dog take one's socks – but jungkook admits to himself that it's mostly for him. babies turn into children so quickly, and he finds he misses having her little warmth holding onto his shoulder.

bam meets them at the foot of the stairs, barking his good morning greeting. miri smiles and waves hello, and bam's tail wags faster as he follows them to the back door – he darts out with a bark, leaping into a run for freedom around the large yard. he shuts the door.

"right – here we are." he places her on the mat in the kitchen, in front of the sink. it protects her feet from the tiles. he feels somewhat more awake. "any requests for breakfast, miri? the fruits are still fresh – would you like some yoghurt and banana with your cereal?"

"with strawberries, too, please," she requests, watching him move towards the fruit bowl.

"how many strawberries?"

she opens her mouth. she frowns. carefully, she raises five fingers. "five."

"five? you must be hungry today," he comments, placing a banana on the chopping board next to the knife and leaning over to the fridge to fish out the tray of strawberries.  he bends over. "on three. one."

he scoops her up under his arm, holding her like rolled carpet. she hums as she chooses her strawberries, placing them on the blue chopping board. she shoves a sixth in her mouth and giggles as jungkook rolls his eyes at her with a fond smile, setting her down. "go grab your cereal, okay? i'll be done in a minute."

"okay!" her cheek leaves jungkook's palm as she whisks away to a lower cupboard, taking her pick of the different cereals in easy-pour containers.

he pushes the sleeves of his sweatshirt up to his elbows. he sets to work with the knife, chopping wedges out of the tops of the strawberries and slicing them in half. beside him, miri cautiously measures out her cereal on her own red child-sized table, tipping the container a few degrees at a time to control the flow.

a thump outside. he glances up. bam stops barking.

he sets down the knife and strides over to the door, dropping the wet handtowel on the edge of the bench. he leans out into the chilly air. "bam?"

no response. jungkook slips from his indoor slides to his outdoor ones and hurries outside, worry forming a knot in his stomach. "bam, come here!" he whistles, short and sharp.

he peeks behind the bushes, where a collection of toys have gathered as bam's treasure trove. no dog.

"shit," he mutters, eyes widening as he spots the open fence door by the side of the house. he hurries through it, grabbing the edge of the door. "bam!"

a bark by his feet. he startles ten feet into the air and a curse slips out of his mouth.

kneeling on the stone path and staring up at him is a little girl in a thick purple jacket. she looks about miri's age. bam had his head resting on her legs before they were so rudely interrupted.

he swallows another bad word and softens his voice. "hey. i don't think i've seen you around here before."

she stares up at him for a moment longer, rubbing bam's ears slowly. "me and papa came here today."

"oh! you must be our new neighbours." the moving truck is gone. he glances over the fence, before lowering himself to her level. "do you know where your papa is?"

"in there." she points at the house. she says nothing more, her eyes narrowed slightly mistrustfully.

"does he know you're here? i don't want him to be worried about you. come on – i'll bring you over."

she recoils from his offered hand, hugging bam's neck. the usually active pup seems unusually calm.

"i just want to walk you over, that's all. it's cold out here, and those pebbles can't be comfy."

she glances over him, then nods with as much dignity as she can muster and rises to her booted feet, brushing off her knees. bam stands as well, and jungkook gives him a pat.

he smiles at her, discreetly pulling his sleeves down over his sleeve tattoos. they might not make the best impression of his character. "so, you moved here today? what do you think of it?"

she shrugs, following him. "it's a lot colder. but papa says he got a good job here and can take care of me."

"really? do you know what his job is?"

"he's a chef! he makes really good food. do you like carrot cake? his carrot cake is the best. you should try some."

he smiles down at her as they approach the front door. "thank you for the offer. we'll see what happens."

he raps his knuckles against the front door firmly. he wonders if it sounds too aggressive, but there's nothing he can do about it, and there's an out-of-breath man standing in front of him. a very attractive out-of-breath man.

his eyes widen as he notices the girl beside him. "anya! what are you doing out there?"

she crosses her arms, defiant. "exploring."

"i – i told you to stay inside, didn't i? anya, neither of us knows our way around! you could've gotten lost if you hadn't—"

his eyes flicker up to jungkook's. he clears his throat and the girl shuffles over the threshold, grabbing onto his pant leg and burying her face in it. "hello. i am so sorry about my daughter – really, it feels like locks just fall apart around her. thank you so much for retrieving her. i left her in the hallway for two minutes to set up her bed, and then—"

"she escaped containment?"

the man cracks a frazzled smile. "yeah, suppose you could say that. ah—i'm ln yn. this is my daughter, anya. say hi, bub."

"hi."

"jeon jungkook," he introduces, feeling rather self-conscious about his pyjamas and socks-with-slides combination. he nods towards anya with a small smile. "how old is she?"

"five, this year." you smooth down her hair with a palm. she watches bam sniff around the perimeter of the fence. "she'll be starting school here soon and she's been really excited. she's a bit of an artist, you see, and the school's renowned for its arts program."

"oh! you mean—?" he gestures down the road. you nod. he brightens. "my kid goes there, too! she's the same age as yours, but she's more interested in trying every single extracurricular sport they offer than anything they're actually famous for. my genes at work, i guess."

you smile, leaning against the doorway. you nod at the dobermann by the succulents. "and that one's yours, too, i'm guessing?"

"oh – yeah! that's bam." he turns. "bam, come here!"

he perks up, trotting over.

"sit."

he sits.

"good boy." jungkook scratches behind his ears. "i'll keep him inside the yard, so you don't have to worry about holes in your garden or anything."

you chuckle. "thanks. so, what's to like around here? in particular, anything a five-year-old would enjoy?"

"the park's a two-minute walk that way." he points behind him. "it's not that big, but it has a swing and a slide and a rope cobweb thing. there's a fireman pole, too.” he smiles. “i know it's bad enough trying to move when you're alone, so having a kid with you must be pretty rough."

you share a laugh. the girl pouts into your leg.

he tucks his knuckles into his sleeves, trying not to show how fast his heart is beating. "i could watch her while you get settled today. i-if you want! i'd bring my daughter over and they could, uh, keep each other busy."

he knows you're wary. he can see it in your eyes and the way you pull her into your side.

good. he would be, too.

"that would be wonderful," you say eventually with a small smile. "but it's quite early – i'll be here when you're, well, ready."

he glances down at himself and bursts into embarrassed flames. "ah, r-right! yeah! sure, yeah, i'll be back in an hour. it was nice meeting you," he smiles down at her, "and you as well, anya."

"you, too," you reply, and your grin makes jungkook's heart race. he wills his blush down.

"goodbye," calls anya, watching him retreat from their door. "i like your puppy!"

bam trots at jungkook's side, tongue lolling out and collar clinking. jungkook lets him into the backyard again, this time through the side door, and latches the door shut firmly after himself. he's got no idea how it came loose the first time; it might've been the wind rattling the latch.

he shrugs to himself as he returns to his kitchen. if it happens again, he'll get a proper lock.

"appa!"

she crashes into his knees. he hums and smooths down her fringe. "hello. i'm sorry for disappearing on you like that – i got worried about bam, and then i met our neighbours."

she recoils, betrayal etched all over her face. "without me?"

"i wasn't expecting to."

"but you did! you could've come tell me!" she stomps her foot, huffing. "i hate you."

"miri..."

she ignores him, stalking off to grab her stool and dropping it firmly in front of the kitchen sink. she puts her bowl inside silently and stomps past him to play with bam outside, and jungkook doesn't bother trying to get her to change out of her pyjamas.

he sighs in his empty kitchen, thunking his head backwards on his fridge. he draws a hand down his face and his mind whirls with a thousand thoughts a second, but it only sticks firmly to one.

his neighbour. his unfortunately handsome neighbour. his unfortunately handsome neighbour with an amazing laugh and lightning-strike smile.

i'm fucked.

—

after a few days, a black labrador appears out the front of your yard, chasing a yellow rope bone that it brings back to anya. jungkook's walking bam, having just dropped miri off at school, and doesn't expect to have his arm yanked off by an overexcited pet.

"bam! what's gotten into you?" he struggles against the leash, acutely aware of the other dog on the other end of bam's attention. "calm – calm down."

bam stills, panting and alert as the black lab stares back, half-poised to drop the bone at anya's feet.

jungkook loosens the leash cutting into his hand, and it's the wrong decision. bam tears off towards the other dog.

jungkook swears as the leash slices out of his grip. he stumbles after him, dread and panic slurring together for a split second – but confusion cuts through the mess as the two dogs pause, watching each other very closely.

bam barks. the labrador glances back at the house, as if to check for permission—

and drops the toy in front of bam.

it lays down, placing its head on its paws, and gnaws at the end of the bone. every so often, it glances up at bam, blinking in that sweet puppy way.

bam lays down beside it, his flamingo-coloured leash trailing over his back. both dogs' tails wag in comfortable excitement.

"hi, miri's papa."

jungkook tears his stare off the dogs. "hey, anya. where's your dad?"

"inside."

"okay. thanks." he glances at the dogs; the toy is now in bam's jaws. "uh, are you cool with watching over him? i'll be quick."

she nods, full of purpose and determination. as he reaches for the door handle, however, she raises her voice with innocent curiosity:

"do you love papa?"

the door handle shears a layer of skin off his knuckles. he chuckles uneasily, clutching it. "what? no."

she tilts her head, playing with her laces. she did them herself this morning. "really?"

"o-of course. why would i love him? more importantly, why do you think that?"

she purses her lips as if it's obvious. "you look like you love papa."

he runs his thumb over the flap of skin. no blood, but it stings.

"you sound like you love papa."

he tilts his head. "what are you talking about?"

"you make faces and your voice gets all weird when you talk to him." she turns back to the dogs, stretching her stocking-clad legs out from her seat on the driveway. she yawns until her jaw cracks. "you're just like all the other ladies who love papa. but i don't think they like me." she glances up. "you're nicer than them."

"other ladies?" he whispers to himself with a frown. slowly, he returns to her, bobbing down to sit next to her. she stares up at him with big eyes, expectant. "anya, if i may... what happened to your mother? it's okay if you don't want to answer."

she shrugs, kicking her feet. "i don't know. i live with papa now. i like it better this way – he doesn't get angry at me like she did, and he makes better food." she rubs her nose. "they fought a lot before we moved. papa pretends like they didn't, but i know they did. i could hear them."

"yeah?" jungkook says quietly. "was that back in america?"

she nods, playing with the blades of grass. she peels them in half, drops them in a pile on the concrete, then picks another one and does the same. "mhm. they decided we'd live with papa."

"huh." he pauses and tilts his head. "wait, 'we'?"

"anya! dad's done, are you hungry?"

a girl leans out the front door. she's older, wearing braids, and her familiar eyes snap to jungkook's with abrupt alarm. she slips into the shoes by the door and hurries over, grabbing anya by the shoulder and pulling her away. "who are you?"

anya whines, wriggling out of her grip. "this is mister jungkook! he loves papa."

he stands too quickly; the older girl steps back. "no. no, i don't, anya. i'm just a friend – i live right there."

"uh-huh," says the older girl, putting anya's hand in her own. "let's go, okay? dad's waiting."

"papa made carrot cake," anya insists. "you should come!"

"you can't just invite strangers—"

"but papa knows him—"

"doesn't matter, i don't know him—"

a new voice, familiar and gentle. "girls, everything alright?"

jungkook turns with a leap of his heart. you wear jeans and a grey v-neck sweater rolled up at the sleeves to reveal the stiff cuffs of a white dress shirt. the collar pokes out over the sweater.

you're dressed like any other man on the street, some form of business casual, but jungkook's heart acts as if he's seen you naked. he'd love to. god, he'd love to. would you like him?

focus!

"good morning," he greets, dusting off his black joggers. "how goes things?"

you glance over him and he covers his bare biceps self-consciously. your lips quirk up. "hey, jungkook. things are great. i see you've met ellie."

"ellie," he repeats. he gives her a small, sheepish smile and offers a hand. "hi. i'm sorry for worrying you. maybe we can make amends?"

she glances down at his hand. her eyes flicker to you, and after receiving a certain look, she sighs and begrudgingly takes his hand, giving it a firmer-than-necessary shake. "yeah, sure. whatever."

she pulls anya into the house with her and you give her another look – this one meaning we'll talk later – before heading out to the driveway to speak with jungkook.

"i'm sorry about her," you huff. "twelve-year-olds..."

"don't worry about it. her heart's in the right place," jungkook hums, glancing up at you with a soft smile. his hands have taken much of his attention. "so, two?"

"yeah. she just arrived last night – i promise she isn't usually so grumpy." you jerk your head towards the house with a grin, hands in your pockets. "i heard them arguing about you. if you think my decision holds more weight than theirs, you're welcome to come in. i made carrot cake – my own personal recipe, tried-and-tested with the kids." you wink. "you know it's good when children willingly eat vegetables. any allergies?"

"i'd love to," he replies, his cheeks warmer than usual. "and no, i don't."

your smile widens, blindingly bright. you turn to the dogs and pat your thigh, reaching out for the labrador that trots over with an excited bounce. "you can bring bam in, too. they seem to get along – no reason to break them apart, right?"

"are you sure? bam's pretty easily excited, and he's a lot bigger than he thinks he is."

"hey." you take his hands, stopping him from picking obsessively at the cuticles. it's a bad habit he can't seem to shake. "we've had callus since he was ten weeks old. i know exactly what you're talking about, and my offer still stands."

"callus?" he asks, his brain too full of the thought of your warmth to do much else.

you roll your eyes fondly. "i hate the name, but ellie chose it and trained him to it, so it's stuck ever since. so – you coming in, or are you just gonna hold my hands for the next hour?"

"what?" he says. oh, fuck, you've loosened your grip but he hasn't. he's holding your hands. he's still holding them. he drops them. "a-ah, i'll come in!"

you laugh, and jungkook's heart squeezes tight in a red fist as he follows you to the front door. "alright, jungkook. don't tell the girls, but i'll give you a bigger piece of cake, okay? it'll be our secret."

"okay," jungkook breathes, and feels like a teenager all over again.

however, he might have forgotten to factor in the feelings of a certain five-year-old girl.

"you saw them again!"

"i know, i'm sorry," jungkook pleads, "but you were at school! hey, look, i even saved you some of yn's cake, alright? it's really good. he invited us – both of us – over to his place tomorrow. you can meet him and his daughters, and have a lunch better than i could ever make. how about it?"

miri pouts, kicking her feet on the couch. her schoolbag sits by the end of the sofa. "fine."

"oh, good," he sighs, relieved.

"but," she raises a finger, "you can't fall in love with him."

he whips around faster than light. "you, too? why am i not allowed to?"

"you're not allowed to be his wife."

"i'm a man, miri. it doesn't work like that."

"yes, it does."

"it doesn't."

"it does," she insists, "ellie said—!"

she slaps a hand over her mouth and falls backwards on the sofa.

jungkook pauses, his hands hovering over a cucumber on the chopping board. very carefully, he continues slicing long ovals out of it. he asks calmly, "have you met each other before?"

"no." she sits up, long black hair falling over her shoulders. "only to play with the dogs..."

"then you shouldn't be so upset that i did the same thing, right? does yn know you played with his daughters?"

miri, with as much gravitas as a five-year-old can muster, replies: "no."

he shakes his head with a huff of laughter, using the back of the knife to scrape the cucumber in a container. "alright. is that where you found this rumour? did they tell you?"

"appa, it's not a rumour if it's true," she argues, rising to her feet on the sofa. she leans forward against the backrest. "i've seen it with my own eyes! you talk about him like – like – not a friend! i never saw you talk about anybody else that way."

"uh-huh. and what do you know about being in love, miri? what does ellie know? she's twelve, and you've only just learnt how to tie your hair in a ponytail. very messily. no standing on the couch."

she falls back behind the edge of the backrest with a huff, vanishing from jungkook's sight. "you'd be a bad wife."

he carves the store-bought roast chicken, sawing through the thighs and shaving smaller slices off the body. he digs through the breast to stab at the herbed stuffing. a lock of hair falls loose from his low ponytail and he tosses his head to get it out of his eyes. "do i dare ask why?"

he's terribly competitive – whether it's a good or bad trait, he doesn't know. while he may never be a wife, being called bad at something – by his own blood, no less! – sets fire to something he tried to bury back in university.

"because you're mean and not funny and never wake up before twelve o'clock."

he gapes, putting down his serrated knife to scoff at the couch. "i am funny, thank you very much. why should you never eat a clock?"

"um, because it's made of metal and plastic?" miri answers.

"it's time-consuming," he snickers.

her head pops up over the backrest, pinched into a frown. "that isn't funny, appa."

"you don't appreciate my effort, miri. i'm hurt."

"you know who would, though?" her gaze intensifies. she points through the walls to the house to their left with the neat lawn. "he would. which makes it even worse, because then you'll love each other, and then i'll have to hear two bad jokes instead of one. it'll be in – in – insuff'rable. i learnt that word today, did you know?"

"it's 'insufferable', miri."

"you proved it! you're mean. anyway, ellie said she'd hate it if you and her appa got together."

out of protectiveness? or something learnt and cruel?

miri disappears behind the sofa again only to reappear beside it, moving towards the kitchen and leaning against jungkook's left leg.

"appa, it smells really good."

jungkook grabs a set of chopsticks and hooks out a chunk of meat. he crouches and offers the meat, holding a hand beneath her small chin to catch anything that doesn't make it to home base. nothing falls, and he draws away.

"here," jungkook murmurs. "can you set the table, please?"

"mhm."

she skips off with the cutlery in hand. jungkook carries the large bowl with the carcass and places it in the middle of the dining table, petting miri's hair on the way back to the kitchen.

he's always worried about how others perceive him. always. he's twenty-five with a school-aged kid and no mother in sight, and he makes fucking video games for a living – he's not even something respectable, like a doctor. at the very least, he could've been a nine-to-fiver, a suit amongst identical suits, and with that, his image would be inoffensive.

but video games? being a concept artist, an animator? for even a big triple-a kind of company, it's not a great reputation to kick off with: he draws colourful lines and makes things move. even though he earns a salary comfortable enough to keep his little family afloat, his name is one of hundreds as an optional post-credits roll, and it's not on the first page.

still, the way you beamed at his mumbled description of his job... it made things a little lighter to bear.

"come eat up, bub," he says. "maybe you'll entertain the idea of my future marriage once you realise how boring my dinners are."

—

pacific rim rumbles through the sound system. rather surprisingly, neither of the five-year-olds mind its big, scary battles. jungkook chalks up miri's fascination with the robots and monsters with a general nonchalance towards violence and gore. she watched train to busan when she was three – which was not jungkook's fault; she wasn't supposed to be awake and sitting spookily in the darkness on the stairs – and shrugged off most of the blood and guts as simply fake.

he should have been paying more attention to his surroundings than his laptop screen and the accident he'd sired in motionbuilder, he realises now, but a good consequence is that miri avoids frozen and its brethren like the plague. he doesn't think he'll be able to keep his sanity if he hears any movie three times consecutively.

ellie plays animal crossing on the switch, cross-legged between you and jungkook with her head against your shoulder. a leopard-print blanket wraps around her shoulders and pools in her lap. every time something explodes or crashes, she glances up, fixated for a moment, before returning to her village.

miri and anya are fast asleep on jungkook's thigh. another blanket, this one blue with thin pink stripes, covers them both, and jungkook's arm lays gently across their shoulders. he'd turned the volume right down for them and the two dogs cuddling in the labrador's bed, though his 5.1.4 speaker setup retains enough boom in the subwoofer to keep him immersed.

eventually, ellie's body droops, and the switch falls from her hands into her lap as her hair flops across her face. three quarters into the movie, you gently take her into your arms and tuck her into bed, and jungkook watches over the remaining two, tucking a silky lock of hair behind miri's ear. his leg is going numb and the tingling is growing uncomfortable, but he'll be damned if he wakes them.

you return. there's a pop-art picture of a sea dragon made of sushi on your shirt, and jungkook smiles at the sight. you slip your arms beneath anya's body and she shivers as the blanket slips off, curling deeper into your chest.

"today's been tiring for them all," you murmur as jungkook scoops miri up in the blanket. "they'll be knocked clear out until tomorrow."

the two will share a bed for the night, and they'd been gleefully planning their sleepover itinerary the entire day, whispering to each other about staying up past their bedtimes to chat about everything. you press a kiss to anya's forehead, brushing her hair off her cheek, and jungkook tucks miri's wrapped-up body beneath the duvet.

you shut the door with a quiet click. it feels final, as if you've signed a legal form, and when your gaze flickers over to jungkook, you find him already staring back with an unreadable expression, a mess of emotions warring over his doe-like features. it smooths over a split second after your eyes meet.

you tilt your head towards the kitchen with a smile. "still awake? i can break out some bourbon. i also have some red wine, if that's more your style."

"i'll take the wine, if it's not too much trouble," he replies softly. "i've already had a drink tonight and i have work in the morning."

"of course." with the girls asleep, you're free to do as you wish. you take his hand in your own, and his breath hitches. your thumb brushes over his jawline. "i'll steal a glass as well."

jungkook likes to pretend he has everything under control. his heart, however, is under a different jurisdiction, and you prod it with your smile and warm touch until it quivers, naked and bare.

then, you are gone. his pulse pounds hotly in his ears as he shuffles after you, almost afraid of what he might spill under the wine.

he'll only have a glass, he promises himself. nothing will come of it.

"i wanted to tell you this before, but we had company. your pyjamas are cute," you tell him as you set down his glass, holding the newly-opened wine bottle in the other hand. you gesture to his inked arms. "and those are gorgeous."

"thank you," he murmurs, taking the stem between his fingers. he rubs his thumb over the swell of the glass and tucks his feet behind the barstool's legs. "you ever looking to get something done?"

a smile tugs at your lips. "i already have."

his eyes widen behind the glass. he sets it down, trying to keep his prying gaze discreet. "really? what of?"

"it's here."

to his scandalised pleasure, you grab your shirt and the waistband of your sweatpants, pulling them apart to reveal a curved tattoo along your hipbone. his starved gaze roams the exposed skin, the sliver of stomach and the dangerously-low slant of your pants.

he burns with painful desire. it stings at the back of his eyes, and his back teeth grind down on nothing as he swallows harshly, lifting a hand casually to his face to hide it.

"'s pretty," he rasps, clearing his throat. his knuckles whiten around the wine glass. "when did you get it?"

"as soon as i was old enough. i was always a romantic, you see," you joke, letting go of your clothes. they fall back into place and he mourns the loss. at least he has a new fantasy to bookmark. "i thought it was cute, and she liked it, so i kept it."

she.

jungkook's heart tumbles to the pit of his stomach at the reminder of what he is – and what he isn't. he chugs the wine and chases the buzz of intoxication.

"you don't... really talk about before," he says quietly. "i-i mean, it's personal, why would you? we met last month—"

"it's been the best month of the last few years," you interrupt, filling his glass again. you reach up to bring down one for yourself and he leans forward, his mouth dry as he catches a slit of skin as your shirt rides up.

it's almost funny how desperate he is.

"y-yeah?"

"yeah." you set the glass on the bench, opposite jungkook. you reach for his hand and he watches with bated breath as you link your fingers lazily with his. "moving has always been a hard experience, especially with those two troublemakers to keep an eye on, and you've been amazing to me – to us – all this time. jungkook, you made it easy to fall into a routine i enjoy."

"oh." he grips your fingers. "so... her, huh? are the kids hers?"

"yep."

"were you ever married?"

"for a while."

it pops out before he can stop it. "what happened?"

"okay..." you offer him a tight smile, unlinking your fingers to fill your glass higher than it's supposed to be.

last page, the end. that part of you will not be touched again.

"i'm sorry, yn-ssi—"

"'hyung'," you interrupt. "you can call me 'hyung', jungkook. our dogs are in love – i'd like to think we're closer than those formalities."

he nods, a little uncertain. it shows in his eyes, flitting about your kitchen as if searching for the nearest door. "if you think so, hyung."

you smile, and this one is looser, easy to enjoy. "better. what about you – would you ever think of finding someone?"

he laughs breathily, briefly pressing the back of his thumb to his lower lip. "ah, well. you know how it is. i've got miri to worry about."

"and a girlfriend wouldn't adore her, too? that spells trouble."

his mouth twitches in some semblance of a smile, small and wry. "i hear that's your biggest problem. anya mentioned that you're pretty popular, but that she's a deterrent."

you sigh, rounding the bench and taking a seat near him at the dining table. you rest an arm over the back of the chair. "what can you do, right? there's nothing to be done except wait and hope that the perfect one will come along sooner or later. other friends always tell me that i don't need anyone, that i'm doing really well."

you rub the back of your neck, and jungkook follows the tendons leading down past your collar. you smile up at him, warmer than usual. "but i've always been selfish."

"it wouldn't only be a girlfriend," jungkook says suddenly. he grabs the bottle of wine and tops up his glass far more than a single standard drink. "i'm, uh, you know... kind of into everyone. but i'm loyal. if there's one thing that i am, that's it."

"would you like to go on record with that for the company's diversity initiative?"

he turns, and you grin a little dorkily back at him, a wine-touched buzz in your veins. he rolls his eyes and huffs a laugh, raising his glass. "sure, if it gets me someone nice to talk to. fuck, i can't remember the last time i just... went to a bar and didn't give a shit. let loose." he sighs. "i was terrible in university – god, it physically pains me. i've known miri since she was a baby, but sometimes i wonder if she was the only one, you know?"

you reach out and push his thigh with a chuckle. "hey, no frowning; it's bad for your skin. it's not good to dwell on possibles, jungkook. you have miri. you have me. those are certainties. agonising over what might be does nothing for anyone."

as he turns on the stool, his tongue runs over his lower lip. he grips the seat between his thighs, one knee bouncing. "but what if—"

"jungkook, the more you stress over it, the less you're present with miri. she's a sweet girl – please don't neglect her for uncertainties."

your hands cup his, reassuring and warm, as you pull your chair in. his head bobs in a small, slow nod.

"i guess you're right," he mumbles. "hey, hyung... were you always a chef?"

you laugh. "no. i had ellie when i was pretty young and i jumped from job to job for some time. i made decks for a while – carpentry. did other contract jobs. i only went to culinary school a few years ago when i had the funds for it."

"how did you know?" he asks softly. "how did you know it was all gonna be okay?"

you shrug. "i didn't. i just took it one day at a time, one week at a time, one month at a time, and eventually, i got here." you rest your chin over his knuckles and hum, gazing up at him. "don't think. just do. you'll be alright, jungkook. my door is never closed to you, even if you just want to drink all my wine and eat all my cereal."

he laughs, barely more than a soft giggle. "thanks, hyung. that... actually made me feel better, weirdly enough."

"good. i don't like seeing you upset." you squeeze his hands. "you're looking rather pink. you should slow down with the wine."

he glances at his empty glass and the nearly-empty bottle. he can't remember drinking so much. his cheeks are hot. "yeah. yeah, i probably should." he begins to rise. "sorry for—"

your arms wrap firmly around his waist as he stumbles. he blinks harshly, his horizons tilting dangerously.

"did you spike that?" he jokes half-heartedly. "shit, i'm regressing to a lightweight..."

"you drank three-quarters of the bottle in the time it takes me to have a shower. that's called being an idiot, not a lightweight."

your palm cups his cheek. it's cool and soothing against jungkook's burning skin, and it burns hotter when he realises he can feel your heartbeat through his own ribs. his traitorous hands are already placed on your sides.

"we are... incredibly close right now," he whispers.

your eyes flicker down to his lips, pink and parted. "i don’t mind."

you take the point of his chin between your thumb and forefinger, tilting his head up from his flushed downcast gaze. his hands hover over your ribs, his own cracking with the force of his heart, and he slides them over your chest to grasp the back of your neck, his thumbs stroking the slope of your jawline.

"jungkook," you murmur against his warm lips, "we should do this tomorrow. when your mind's clearer."

"tomorrow i might not do anything. i'm a coward, hyung. please... just once? so i can remember what it's like?"

he leans in again, and you don't stop him. his lips mould with yours, the sweet, dark flavour zinged with a slight bitterness. he hums softly as your arms tighten around his slender waist.

when you finally part, you're both gasping for air, and jungkook offers a giddy smile.

"man," he pants, "that's a lot more fun than i remember."

"i think you just have to find the right person to do it with." you laugh quietly and he drops his head onto your shoulder, hiding his blush.

"would you be mine?" he asks, allowing a fleck of hope to plague his voice. "would you be my boyfriend, yn-hyung?"

you brush a lock of his hair out of his eyes. "ask me again tomorrow. i want to be sure you'll remember what you've done – it'd be pretty awkward if you forgot and i came up and kissed you."

he huffs. "i'm not that drunk – look, i'm a little tipsy. maybe a bit more than tipsy. whatever the case, i'm not gonna forget this." he runs his tongue over his lower lip slowly, as if to savour something. "i'll ask again in the morning – with one condition."

you tilt your head, eyes gentle. "and what might that be?"

"a goodnight kiss. doesn't have to be on the lips, but it would be nice—"

you shut him up. he melts into it, tilting his head to deepen it, and he presses his whole body into yours, as if he can open up your skin and step inside, as close as close allows.

here is someone who understands him – here is his heart, here are his lungs, here is the flesh and bone that forms love. he loves love, and the carrot cake that love cuts for him, and the peaceful sleeping puppies resting their heads on each others' backs in love's living room.

he kisses you again, and his touch is the blinding supernova of a promise.

[itsmejee]

lights, camera, action! | j.jk

↪︎ pairing | jeon jungkook x male reader

↪︎ genres | smut, pornstar au

↪︎ summary | young and desperate for money, you seek out and audition for a unique type of job.

↪︎ warnings | harddom!jungkook, sub!reader, pornography, jungkook is the casting director, implied age gap, filming sex, couch sex, rough sex, protected sex, anal sex, blowjob, face fucking, fingering, cum eating

↪︎ word count | 1.8k

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“okay, would you like to start by introducing yourself for me.”

shifting yourself anxiously on the couch and nervously playing with your fingertips, you stared at the man in front of you that stood behind the camera that was planted just a few feet away from you for a brief moment before following his instructions. “hi, my name is y/n.”

“nice to meet you, y/n.” his voice was deep, sending tingles down your spine and creating goosebumps along your skin. “why don’t you talk a bit more about yourself, so that me and the viewers can know some of your background before we get started.”

you nodded, releasing a soft exhale. “i’m eighteen years old and a new college student in search for an easy job that pays good. my friend then recommended this to me, saying that i have the perfect body and personality for this.”

“they aren’t wrong,” the man behind the camera spoke up. “with your body and personality—the absolute perfect twink.” his compliment made heat spread across your neck and face, causing you to lift your hand up and conceal it from him.

“alrighty now.” the man then suddenly removed his head out from behind the camera, removing the device from its place on the tripod and taking it into his hands. “everything is set.”

your heart was now beating roughly inside your chest as he began approaching you, the palm of your hands sweating too. you finally got a chance to get a good look at him, not having the chance before since his face was always behind the camera the moment you entered the room. the first thing you noticed about him was how handsome he was, incredibly sexy with his shoulder length black hair, his muscles bulging and much more prominent in his choice of clothing—denim skinny jeans and black t-shirt.

it surprised you to know that he was just the casting director. with his looks and body, he could have easily become the best pornstar in the industry.

a gasp fell from your lips as he stood right in front of you, standing tall and using his free hand to cup your jaw and force you to look at him, his face once again blocked by the camera, the lenses staring directly at you. “are you ready?” you gave a small nod, feeling your heart stutter at the sight of his growing smirk. “okay then, get to work.”

your trembling hands went for his belt, undoing it and slipping it off before unbuttoning his pants having them join his belt on the floor, now leaving him in only his briefs and shirt. judging from his bulge through his boxers, you could already tell from that he was big, more than average.

you gently palmed him through his boxers, mouth watering at the feeling of his growing bulge underneath your palm. afterwards you slowly tugged down his briefs, gasping as his cock practically sprung out, the size making it dangle between his legs rather than stand straight up.

“wow,” you couldn’t help but admire the size, taking him into your hand, giving him a few slow pumps, taking in the moans that came out of him, the sound he made barely audible. “you’re so big…” you glanced up at him, but again, his face was blocked from the camera staring down directly at you.

the man was becoming impatient as his free hand went to the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair and guiding you towards his crotch.

you stuck your tongue out and swirled around the tip of his cock, collecting his leaking precum and swallowing it before pressing a kiss on it. a small groan came out of the man in response.

you finally took him into your mouth, only managing to take half his length. you started bobbing your head, sucking and coating his cock in your saliva, and pumping whatever you could not fit with your hand—which was nearly half his size. the sound of the man’s groans got louder and faster.

“ah fuck,” he let out a moan, his grip on your hair tightening. “come on, baby boy. i know you can take more of me.”

you felt embarrassed. there had been maybe dozens of men that came in here before, were in your same exact position but could probably take more of his cock in their mouths, maybe even his entire length. and here you were, barely taking half. there would no way you would be satisfactory enough to be accepted into the industry.

but oh how wrong you were. the moment you entered his office, jeon jungkook know how much of a star you were going to be. from your soft, innocent looking eyes, to your delicious lips, and your mouth watering body—he knew that the viewers would enjoy you just as much as he was right now.

watching you struggle to take his cock only made him even more hard.

“here, let me help you.” you watched, mouth still stuffed with his cock, as he placed his camera on the armrest of the couch, making sure it was still angled right so that it still got you in sight but his face was blocked. he then placed his other hand on the back of your head, fingers lacing together in your hair. “tap my thigh if you need me to stop, understand?”

you simply nodded. jungkook then began thrusting his hips, forcing his cock deeper in your throat.

you gagged, your eyes watering but you endured, your hands moving to his muscular thighs, fingers digging into his flesh.

the sight before him only urged jungkook to go faster and harder, forcing your head towards him as he thrusted his hips at you, driving his cock deeper into your mouth, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat with each thrust. your gags were louder and a few tears escaped from your eyes and slid down your face.

“fucking beautiful,” jungkook groaned, watching as he thrusted his cock deeper and deeper into your mouth, his length glistening with your saliva. “taking my cock like a good boy.” you could only muster out muffled words in reply, mouth wide and your lips molded perfectly around his cock.

jungkook suddenly pulled your head back and said while taking his cock out of your mouth. “that’s enough.” sensing your body tense up, he ran his thumb soothingly across your cheek. “stop worrying, you did good. it’s time to move onto the next part of your interview—turn around and bend over.”

you nodded, following his instructions. while you were doing that, jungkook went back to his desk and retrieved a small bottle of lube and a condom packet. when he turned back around, seeing the position you were in made his cock twitch. there you were, your back facing towards him with your knees on the couch and bent over the backside, exposing your ass to him.

when jungkook approached you, he admired your ass, caressing your plump flesh with his hand before pouring some lube onto his fingers, forcing two of them into you. the sound of your moans making him grin. “gotta prep you, baby boy. you want to be able to take my cock without any pain, right?”

you nodded, eyes clenched shut, teeth down on your bottom lip, and forehead resting against the top of the couch. “y-yes.”

jungkook smirked at the sound of your shaky voice, enjoying the sight of his fingers sliding in and out of you, caressing your ass with his other hand, raising his palm and bringing it down harshly on you. his two fingers soon became three, then four, thrusting in and out of you until he felt you relax around him.

“i think you’re ready.” jungkook stated, pulling his fingers out of you, smirking at the whine that came out of you, spanking you one last time before reaching over for the condom packet next to him, tearing it open and rolling it onto his length, then pouring some more lube onto him.

with one hand holding your hip and the other gripping his cock, jungkook guided his length towards your entrance and pushed himself into you. a deep groan came out of him at the tight feeling. despite prepping you, your walls still clenched around him as he forced more and more of his cock into you.

“ah fuck,” jungkook’s head was tilted back, lips parted and groaning. “still so fucking tight.”

“oh my—fuck!” you moaned out, fingers digging into the cushions of the couch and head resting on the top with your eyes clenched shut. “so b-big…”

jungkook couldn’t contain himself any longer. he began pounding into you at a ruthless pace, glancing at his camera every now and then, making sure it was getting this wonderful sight—his entire cock sliding in and out of you, glistening with your juices and the sound of his balls slapping against your ass.

“fuck fuck,” jungkook’s head was back, eyes closed as he savored the feeling of your tight walls clenching around his cock. his hands that were on your hips were now on your ass, squeezing the flesh of your cheeks before bringing his palm down on you, no doubt leaving behind a red hand print. “that’s it, baby.” he groaned loudly. “take my cock.”

your moans were only getting louder, fingers digging into the cushions of the couch and back arching. each deep thrust he gave you forced you deeper into the furniture, his fingers leaving marks along your skin. you could only let out cries and whimpers.

jungkook’s thrusts were becoming sloppy and rough, spanking your ass once again before moaning out in his deep, raspy voice, “shit, i’m close…”

it only took a few more thrusts from him before jungkook pulled his cock out of you and tore the condom off, his hand moving to your shoulder and turning you around to face him. he then placed his hand on the back of your head and forcing you closer to his cock as he began vigorously pump his length. “open your mouth, baby.”

you obeyed, opening your mouth wide and tongue out.

jungkook came with a loud groan, his cum spewing from his cock and landing on your tongue, some of it even managing to get around your lips and on your cheeks. you swallowed what you could and opened your mouth, showing him that you took down every drop of it.

“fuck you’re insatiable.” jungkook smirked, reaching over and taking his camera in his hand.

jungkook had it aimed directly down at you, making sure he got every detail of your stained face for the final cut of your audition—his other hand gripping his cock and sliding his tip across your lips, smearing his cum across them as you closed your eyes and savored the feeling, even moving your head around so that the tip of his cock would even glide across your face and decorate your cheeks and jaw with his cum.

the sight before him was heavenly.

“you’re going to be a star, baby boy.”

[leohatter]

Sleepy cuddles | drabble

pairing: jimin x m!reader; jungkook x m!reader (platonic)

genre: fluff

notes: reader is the second youngest

you just got home from the company after a full day of working on the new comeback. it was a bit past midnight and the whole house was oddly silent, except for the occasional snores from namjoons room. you took note off the tv light coming from underneath the maknaes door and the slightly open door from jimin’s room “ahh, they must be playing games again” you told yourself while slipping silently into your room, happy to finally be able to take a shower and go to sleep.

after showering and changing, you threw yourself onto your bed, wrapping the fluffy blankets around you and letting the chilly air lure you to sleep. after what felt like seconds you woke up with the sound of your door opening. without moving your head you looked at the clock on your bedside table, realising your sleep wasn't only for a few seconds, but for a few hours. you felt arms slip around your waist from behind as the mattress sank behind you, the creak from it being silenced by the door closing.

another pair of arms wrapped themselves around you but from the front this time, warmness enveloping you as your blanket was wrapped around the three of you. the figure in the front made themselves comfortable with their head on your chest as the one behind you snuggled they head in your back.

judging by the dark-brown hair that tickled your neck and the slightly vannila scent that came from behind you, you could tell that jimin and jungkook got tired of video games “what are you two doing up at this hour ?” you whispered.

you could feel them tensing up at the sound of your husky voice ‘’sorry we woke you up hyung..” murmured the younger boy in front of you “..we couldn't sleep” continued the pink-haired boy behind you “just shut up and sleep” you said, pulling them closer by their hands and finally falling asleep again, wrapped in the boys' warmness.