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Nothing Personal 🔞 | 05

Pairings: Actor!Jeongguk x Actress!Reader Genre: nothing personal universe, enemies to lovers, fake dating Word Count: 3.6k+ words

Summary: Looking at the bigger picture, he thinks that probably wouldn’t happen. You were so sure of what you wanted while he just winged everything without an aim. ( nothing personal series ) / ( masterlist )

Warnings: smut, pwp, orgasm denial, unprotected, then a lot of fluff

“Guess you’re stuck with me, pretty girl,” Jeongguk whistled.

You gulped heavily then nodded your head, “Yeah. In this room. Just the two of us.”

If eyes could bear holes, you and Jeongguk’s skulls would’ve had one by now.

“Just the two of us, huh?”

“Just the two of us.”

Awkward is a thin line with what it’s like for the both of you.

You weren’t entirely sure how to go about what happened a few nights ago, all while secretly hoping he doesn’t remember as you pretend to power through days with him. Unbeknownst to you, Jeongguk was the type of drunk who completely remembers every single thing that happened. Now, he’s having a hard time covering the bulge in his pants whenever he remembers what had happened.

The plan you have in mind is to casually brush it off and be as professional as possible. Him on the other hand would like to settle it once and for all for the sake of peace of mind. And so, he decided to drop by your trailer before filming starts. He was taught to never visit someone empty handed so like a true romantic that is expected of him, he picked random flowers he could find around the set location.

As soon as he reaches your trailer, his brows knitted at the stranger who was obviously trying to take a peek inside your trailer. Occurrences as such are more common than any would imagine and Jeongguk knows this. He sees a phone in the man’s hand, probably hoping he'd catch you stripped naked to blackmail you or something.

Silently, Jeongguk stands beside your dumbass of a stalker and casually whispers, “Found anything fun?”

“Not yet I–” The man’s eyes widened in shock, not expecting it would be Jeon Jeongguk, the boyfriend, to catch him.

Now that he’s very startled with the situation he put himself in, he casually walks away from Jeongguk on to be stopped but a forceful pull from him, “You forgot to stop and smell the flowers.”

Things go so quickly especially on social media. The next thing you know, your phone is blowing up numerous tags and messages to various articles of your so-called boyfriend breaking someone else’s nose. Later on in the day, you figured it was before Jeongguk dropped by your trailer and handed you the flowers he proudly says was “curated” by him.

Upon reading article after article and one tweet to another, you still haven’t talked to him about what he did after literally staying for more than an hour inside your trailer. Now looking at the flowers he gave you, you’ve connected the dots even more as to why it looked like it was wilting when he handed it over.

“What am I going to do with you?” You sigh.

“Live, love, lobotomy,” Jeongguk casually shrugs, not showing any remorse for what he had done. “What? Isn’t that the vibe?”

“You’re not helping at all! You’re making your things worse for you and everyone around you,” massaging your temples, you could never fathom this man’s logic.

He narrows his eyes on you and clicks his tongue, “How exactly? Last time I remember, I was saving your ass from having a scandal.”

Your lips part because he did, in fact, really save you today, “I–yes, but can you at least be more, I don’t know, diplomatic?”

“I never said I was contributing to society. Tell me I’m wrong,” he says matter of fact. When you don’t respond, he speaks once again, “Exactly.”

“Why are you here, Jeongguk,” you sighed.

“I–” he has suddenly lost confidence. Knowing how witty you could get with him, his pride will never take it if his little worries are nothing to you. Confronting you, if ever you do deny that very intimate night, would be embarrassing for him.

Thankfully, a knock cuts your conversation short.

“Mr. Jeon? Ms. Shin? Director says we’re on a pause until the new equipment arrives,” the staff relayed from the outside.

“How long?” You called out.

“Tentatively, ma’am,” the staff confirms. “It’s best to stay in your hotel rooms for the meantime.”

Jeongguk looks at the door with a creased forehead while you gulp heavily, now breaking in cold sweats at the news. Both of you are now thinking the same thing – the stay back at the hotel wouldn’t be pleasing, that’s for sure. Especially when the sexual tension between the both of you has now snowballed into a giant force.

At this, he nervously lets out a chuckle, uncertain of what could happen next, “Guess we need to get along today, huh?”

“We get along just fine. I play nice–” Your eyes grew wide at your last statement and so did his orbs.

The look on both of your faces says it all.

As much as you try to hide, try to pretend, and try to brush it off that it never happened, both of you remember it all too well to simply forget about it. Because both of you, no matter how many times you try to deny it, it’s undeniable that you also wanted it to happen.

You and Jeongguk fucking was meant to happen because sooner or later you both will anyway.

Due to technical difficulties on set, both of you had to stay in your rooms for three days; that’s three days of fucking each other senselessly, multiple orgasms in a day, and unfathomable amount of file dump on his laptop all because the memory card couldn’t store enough of your homemade movie – this is what pent up sexual frustration looks like.

“You’re taking up all the storage in my hard drive,” Jeongguk groaned sheepishly.

Feeling shivers run down your spine, you gently lift your gaze at him through fluttered lashes as you mumble, “You fuck me any way you want.”

“Any way that I want, huh,” his amused tone made you smirk.

Having sex with your on-screen partner was never part of the contract, yet here you are, presenting yourself the boldest you have ever had.

“Why don’t you list down four things you hate about me…” He pulls you in closer, “While I fuck you right.”

You gulped, excitement slowly building up in the pits of your stomach, “I was thinking of riding you.”

Brows arching with eyes slightly widening from the amusement from what you had just said, a smirk graces along his lips, “Making you cum pleases me.”

Jeongguk looked like he had a lot of kinks, and so, you pushed in your luck as you bit on your lip hesitantly, “Fair enough.”

“Shit, I ran out of condoms,” he groaned at the frustrating realization.

“Lucky for you then.” Sighing, you looked at him through half closed lids, “You can make me your cum dump.”

He looks at you intently, obviously very tempted with the offer but he knows he can’t just jump on it without thinking twice, “Are you on the pill?”

You hummed, “Mmm, always have been. Are you clean?”

Positioning himself at your entrance, he gives you a cocky smirk while pumping his shaft, “Baby, I haven’t shoved my cock in pussy ever since we dated.”

“Alright, Koo,” you respond in singsong.

He had been called daddy numerous times, master five times at the top of his head, and sir a handful, but not once did he ever think that being addressed in his nickname would ignite something inside of him until you did.

He caresses your cheek, holding your chin in between his thumb and index. His lips curled, seeing your submission. Deep down, he knows you’re only caging the brat in you, “Spread your legs for me, yeah?”

Without breaking eye contact, you walked to the bed’s edge, teasing him by doing it awfully slow. You watched him inhale as you rested your back flat on the matters, then spread your legs enough for him to see your wetness, “Good girl.”

By the time the soft lamp glistened your core, his mouth watered and his cock hardened even more.

Slowly, his cock traced along your slit before he fully entered you, “O-one…arrogant.”

He pulls away briefly, “That’s not even a proper sentence.” He chuckled at how offended you looked, knowing he was keen on keeping his words, “Start all over again or you’re not cumming.”

Rolling your eyes, you still followed, “One, I think you’re an arrogant son of a–Oh my god!”

You squirmed against the already messy sheets, grinding your hips further into his cock for even more pleasure, “Feels so good–I–Two, y-you’re…shit…you’re fucked”

Jeongguk likes a lot of things and that includes riling you up, “Hmm? I am?” His teasing was muffled when he spoke against your cunt. “Isn’t that you?”

He’s now trapping one nipple in between his teeth while the other in his fingers. At this, you shut your eyes tightly and blurt out another reason mindlessly, “Third, y-you’re a b-brat.”

“God, you’re fucking tight,” he says while unbuckling his belt, “Haven’t I fucked you enough?”

You watched as he reached for the camera, feeling goosebumps all over your body when the lens pointed at every part of your body. He squeezes your breast and hums as he points the camera while pinching your nipple, earning a moan from you.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” He says in a low voice.

“Gonna fuck me harder?” gliding your hands on his arms, his jaw tightens. “I’m drenching your cock so much now,” you mumble with a pout.

Propping the camera by the bedside table, he had already set it in the right frame where he can joyfully rewatch the facial expressions you make when his cock ramming in and out of your pussy just in case he misses it someday.

He doesn’t say a word, he simply flips you over on all fours. Your cunt much more exposed in this new position just the way he likes it. And like the good girl that you are, you arch your back lower. An invitation for him to fuck you now.

This time, he doesn’t let you say anything that can trigger him. Instead, he hastily shoves his cock inside you with no warning, making you gasp without a sound as you fisted through the beddings, “Oh fuck, just like that.” His hands grip tightly on your waist almost as if he was pulling you back to meet his rhythm, “You’re fucking me so well, Jeongguk you–fuck–you’re hitting it right.”

He seethes between his teeth and so, he pushes your head further to the bed, “You’re such a slut, you know that?” Nodding against the sheets, you moaned even more when his strokes are now deeper, “So filthy you let me fuck you raw.”

“Mmm, your cock feels so good.” You crane your head to show him the playful smirk on your lips, “Want you to fuck your cum inside me, too.”

When his finger reached over your clit, your walls tightened around his cock, making him grunt lowly, “Like it when you tighten for me. Want me to fill you up that bad?”

“I–yes,” you respond almost in a whisper.

Briefly, he stops then grabs the camera once again but this time he holds it in front of you. Leaning his body forward, he held your jaw to which you automatically suck on his thumb as he whispered, “Show them how much of a whore you are for me.”

“G-gonna cum.”

“Not yet, baby,” he fucks you hard that you feel your insides twitch. “Need you to hold it.”

“How about you shut up and just keep fucking me so I can cum?” You whined as anticipation built up so bad.

"There she is," Jeongguk chuckles. "I Thought I lost my demon on-screen girlfriend for a sec."

You rolled your eyes, tired of putting up a show for the nth video his taking of you while he fucks you, "You will if you don't make me cum now."

"Oh? All you had to do was ask nicely."

You gasped out loudly as his member filled your walls. Jeongguk has planted one foot on the bed and the other on the floor. When he tugs your hips, now hovering the bed, even closer. Your back hitting the wall countless times as he begins to fuck you slowly at first then picking up the pace like a rhythm only he knows how to play. He watched you hungrily as your tits bounced at every thrust.

“Jeongguk.”

Was all you could say until you’ve seen white and your body convulsed as orgasm hit you in big waves. Meanwhile, Jeongguk still held onto your hips tightly as he rode out your high. Not long after his orgasm painted your walls, pushing his hot liquid deeper into you.

“That’s fucking crazy,” he chuckles breathlessly, only to find you falling deep into snooze mode. “Alright, I’ll give it to you this time.” He leaves a soft kiss on your temple before the bed suddenly feels empty of his presence.

You were so deep in sleep that you weren’t sure if Jeongguk cleaning you up was a dream or not. Whether it was real or not, regardless, the aftercare did feel nice.

The small beam coming from a small slit from the curtains was the only source of light the hotel room had.

Your body, already sore and still tired, is weirdly covered in sweat. Wriggling your brows at the confusing state, you were sure you had the air conditioner on at the right temperature. Not only that but it was getting hard to breathe by the minute.

Peeling an eye to check on what’s wrong, you roll your eyes and groan when you’ve finally found the culprit to your agony, “Jeon, wake up. You’re crushing me.”

Jeongguk’s arm lazily wraps across your torso while his face rests on your neck comfortably. It’s good that he looks like he’s having the best sleep of his life, really. You just wished you had the same comfort like him.

“Mmm,” he hums tiredly, scooting closer to your body and pulling it towards him.

With the new position, he was now hogging you. Literally. His head, formerly resting on your neck, was now laying on your chest and his embrace was now tighter than it was earlier.

“You’re too big, Jeongguk,” you whispered, gently tapping on his arm to wake him up.

You could’ve sworn you saw a small smirk form as he nuzzled his head unto you, “I know, baby.”

“I mean literally,” trying to wiggle your way out of his arms, it was no use when he only pulled you back in the same position.

“Yeah. And I said I know,” he says tiredly, very much still sleepy. “Can you quit moving? Jesus.”

Not minding what he said after, you blinked in confusion then looked down at him, “Are we even on the same page?”

He looks up at you, face etching the same confusion as you, “Does it matter?”

Both of you laugh.

Maybe being Jeongguk’s friend in bed isn’t so bad after all. You wonder if he treated most of the girls he had slept with the same way he did with you, but then again, you wouldn’t want to know either. Whether you’re treated differently or not, it will never mean anything to him.

“Koo morning,” you say in a sweet, morning voice. Kissing the tip of his nose ever so gently.

“Koo morning?” he mimicked with a raspy chuckle. “That’s a new nickname I haven’t heard.”

“We have a lot of time to kill and I don’t plan on spending our rest day solely for sex,” you paused briefly, looking at him a while before continuing. “No offense meant. You were great, by the way.”

Jeongguk snorted and teased you with his raspy voice, “I know. I’m always great at the things I do.”

“Cocky.” You say while rolling your eyes.

“Very.” He winks.

You sigh, “So our first order of business would be?”

“The shower. Where else, you filth?” And just like that he took you quickly in one swoop of an arm to the bathroom.

Normally, people who fuck for the night sneakily leave but that wasn’t the case for the both of you since you’re sharing a damn room. What’s ironic, to you, is that none of these is awkward. Was it because you were so used to his presence that you didn’t feel any shame or guilt anymore? You weren’t too sure.

What you’re sure of is showering together while laughing, no sex, just you and him lathering soap on each other, is fun. Him brushing your hair while you blow dry is fun. This is fun. Jeongguk is fun. And he wasn’t supposed to be this fun hanging out with him nor should you have enjoyed having sex with him the night before, but you did enjoy every bit of everything you said you wouldn’t do with this person.

So, why were you contradicting yourself? And what is this feeling that’s bubbling inside?

The next four days are all the same – eat, sleep, have sex, shower together, watch a movie or two, and then some. Like all things in life, your days of relaxation have come to an end. Earlier this morning, you received a message from the staff that filming resumes tomorrow. Although both of you are albeit sad about it, neither of you showed any emotion to the news.

Being stuck in the room with the person you on your bottom list is a spiritual retreat of its own. You think he wasn’t that bad of a boyfriend after all. If anything, he just doesn’t know how to express his words coherently without the use of profanities and sarcasm. And Jeongguk thought the same with you. It’s rare moments like these that somehow make his heart soft, yearning for more affection from you. If things had been different and you met under different circumstances, would he and you land yourselves in a relationship?

Looking at the bigger picture, he thinks that probably wouldn’t happen. You were so sure of what you wanted while he just winged everything without an aim.

Currently playing on the TV is Atonement, one of your favorite movies and now, the final movie for your movie night dates. It’s about to finish within a few more minutes, yet both of you wished it extended a bit longer. You are cuddled warmly in his arms while he rests his chin on your shoulder comfortably. When the movie finally ended, you felt a defeated sigh come from him.

Understandable.

“Looks like we're back to reality.” He says with a lace of bittersweet to it.

You chuckle, “What even is reality for us?”

“Right.” He smirks, nodding his head, then snuggling closer to the crook of your neck.

“I hope this doesn't make us awkward on set or anything.”

“No, yeah. Totally. I’d hate for us to be awkward while working.” You say while tracing the ink on his arm. “Hey, Jeongguk?”

“Yeah?” He hums.

“I like this version of you better.”

“There's only one version of me, babe. Don't ask for too much.” He laughs as he tries to humor you.

You, the ever short-tempered to jokes, felt a brow twitch, “Is your brain scrambled from all the fucking we did?”

He snorted, “I wouldn't be surprised.”

You sigh, “No, but like, you're more...how do I say this? Laid back?” Pulling away from his embrace, you studied him. “You don't fuck around.” A shit eating grin slowly broke out from Jeongguk’s lips. He was just about to say something but you cut him off, “Figuratively,” to which he immediately closes his mouth.

“You're just, I don't know, you're just you. Regular guy Jeongguk and not the Jeon Jeongguk everyone knows. You’re fun to be with and–well–I guess you could say you’re a great person to be around with.”

He’s not one to express his emotions with a simple ‘thank you’ or a sincere smile, because how could you? When all the things they’ve told him so far weren’t that great to hear or read. But Jeongguk didn’t know how to respond to what you had just said. Simply put he doesn't know how to take genuine compliments, and in this case, he doesn't know what to say to you when he’s so used to playing the sarcasm game with you.

He rolled his eyes, “Calling me regular guy is like saying I’m fucking mid.”

“I mean…” You stifle your giggles.

Before he traps you in his arms again, you quickly roll out of the floor and run for the bed.

“Come back here!”

“Go to hell, Jeon!”

Jeongguk follows right after you, smiling from ear to ear.

Admittedly, part of you wishes none of this was a lie when everything feels so good, and that's the thing that bothers you the most – everything being too good to be true. How you ended up falling in the same bed with the person whose personality is the bane of your existence baffles you.

Keyword: Bane of your existence.

Today is one of those days where he is the essence of that very word. Jeongguk has this habit of slapping your ass every now and then. You don’t really mind it sometimes except this one slap he did where he did it a bit harsher than usual. So harsh that your period bled through your and stained your dress. To make matters worse, there is a scene where your back faces the camera first and the stain on the pastel fabric is too much of an eye sore to continue rolling.

So now, to make it up to you and while the costume department scours for the dress’ dupe somewhere, he gives a back hug, resting his chin on her shoulder admiring the view.

“Feeling better?”

You nod, “Yeah. This feels nice.”

In comfortable silence, both of you exchange warmth all while trying to hide the smiles. Both of you stood there for quite a while that some of the staff took stolen photos that circulated online in no time.

This is as real as it gets with the two of you.

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yahjiminssirecs · 1 year

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AHHHHHHHHHH I love this

To What We Were Before, And All The Things After | JJK | Ch. 4

Title: Sunday Nights and Lost Memories

Pairing: Prince!College Student!JK x Fine Arts Major!(F)!Reader

Series Rating//Genre: (M) | College AU, Mild Royalty AU, Smut, Angst, Fluff, S2F2L, Indiffernce to lovers, sloooowwww ass burn

Summary: Yuri’s mad at you, you agreed to be friends with the prince and now it’s…movie night?

Warnings: PG18, fluff, swearing, touch of angst, banter, lots of texting!!, nothing too drastic, just them <3, mentions of nudes, reader eats cheese - up to you whether or not it’s dairy cheese or not, same goes for the meat. I didn’t specify if it’s veg or animal based | * there is a part where JK lifts reader. For all you readers out there, big, little, small, tall, cute, beautiful, handsome, adorable, wonderful, perfect the way you are readers. I say my JK can lift you, okay? He’s strong and able enough to because I say so *

Word Count: 9062

Release Date: May 19, 2023, 8:00pm

A/N 1: she’s heeeereeee

Series: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Three weeks.

Yuri’d given you the cold shoulder for the better part of three weeks.

And you’d let her, more impressed than anything she stuck to it. She’d never been mad at you for that long before and it made for a few awkward encounters—but it’s nothing you wouldn’t survive knowing what was coming.

Jungkook telling her to back off.

He’d asked you a few times, about ways to create some boundaries with her. Light ones, like not always walking with her on his arm or not discussing very personal topics such as grooming habits.

But no matter what you suggested, no matter what he tried or said, Yuri was always somehow able to make it into something else.

Every new ‘boundary’ of his became a way for him to keep her closer instead of pushing her away.

Not walking on his arm was his way of letting her keep her independence. Not discussing grooming habits was his way of keeping the spark and mystery alive.

You don’t know how she did it. How she kept doing it to herself, finding ways to spin things in her favour, completely ignoring the rationality and reality of the situation.

Therefore, you decided that it was just going to have to be a hard lesson she’d learn in time.

And in time did she ever.

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yahjiminssirecs · 1 year

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4-7-8; series masterlist

pairing: jungkook x reader

glimpse: you’re secure when it comes to loving jungkook, knowing that your husband loves you beyond words. what you aren’t so secure about is his first love — someone who isn’t you.

alternatively, jungkook’s married to you, but he still celebrates his anniversary with his ex out of sentimentality.

warnings: semi-heavy angst (pls take a break when necessary!!), emotional constipation, no cheating happens here btw (neither physical nor emotional), self-loathing, miscommunication, based on the moral dilemma of whether or not it’s okay to be friends with ur ex, intense yearning + specified tags in each installment!

notes: thank you so much for all the love for 478 ♡ i rlly love reading all your feedback and thoughts!! send them in here :)

cross-posted on ao3.

01: part one

02: intermission

03: part two

04: intermission 02

05: part three; finale

phase one drabbles:

the first meeting

the wedding band habit

miso meets yoongi

the hickeys

the jealousy

tiny bowls for tiny babies

the one with the doubt

maybe physical affection isn’t so bad

the everyday risk

the groveling (latest!)

phase two drabbles:

the babymaking

jungkook’s birthday (latest!)

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yahjiminssirecs · 1 year

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478 drabble: babymaking

alternatively, you and jungkook step towards the next stage.

[ 98% smut, unprotected sex, oral, typical 478!jk cockiness, he’s a little mean but he makes up for it, hints of possessiveness, one (1) impulsive insecure thought making a cameo, jungkook wants to be loved ]

[ 478 masterlist ]

For the past month, Jungkook can’t be around you without tensing up.

He’s positive that he loves you so much to the point that he’s going crazy, yearning for you even if you were only an arm’s reach away. Both your knees could already be pressed together with how he crams your space even in a huge couch, but it still wouldn’t be enough.

Jungkook doesn’t know when enough is enough when it comes to you. He’s entirely sure that there’s an adjective yet to be coined with how he’s beyond smitten with you, the itch in his palms to just be close to you growing tenfold the past month alone.

There’s no alarm in his brain when he’s making your lunches to remind him that he’s made you too much side dishes. He doesn’t hear any beeping in his subconscious when he becomes your shadow the second you come home, instantly becoming your yes man to everything, simply because he feels like he just can’t get enough of you.

Even from your side of the equation, there’s no exact explanation you can pin behind your husband’s newfound and intensified attachment to you. Whatever it was though, you’re fully in on it.

Jungkook feels like the walls would cave in if he doesn’t latch to you the moment his eyes land on your figure, hugging you from behind with a yearning that would have his arms wrap around your tummy. He thinks the world would end if he doesn’t bury his face in the crook of your neck, nosing a particular spot before he lets out a ghost of a whine and the most longing of kisses on it.

Jungkook’s longing for you, more of you, so much so that he can’t even go to sleep with the desire that keeps him tossing and turning until he builds enough of the crazed desperation to bring it up to you.

Your husband shakes you awake in the middle of the night, full-on knowing that you have an early shoot in the morning but he was just that desperate to ask you that he can swallow the tiny guilt of interrupting your sleep.

You don’t have to turn the big light on because even with the dim pink glow of your lamp, you could see this desperately committed look on Jungkook’s face that has his eyes dilated. He’s trying his hardest to look and sound casual, propped up by a pillow that does little to cushion the fact that he’s literally trembling just at the prospect of popping the question.

“Hypothetically asking,” he coughs, swallowing the lump on his throat that’s been there unsatiated for the past month. “We’ve had this conversation even before we got married, by the way.”

The gears in your head turn immediately but they don’t dare to cross into the worst possible scenarios because Jungkook immediately adds to his thought process, the words spilling out with a kind of fervor that’s unmistakeable.

“Do you want a baby with me?”

The fuzz in his brain turns quiet the moment he finally relieved what was weighing on his chest for the longest time, the nervousness detaching from his voice but never fully.

He’s unguarded but it’s okay because it’s with you anyways, the stunned look on your face highlighting the fact that your pupils are blown but you don’t look the least bit unpleasant.

Your husband is unguarded even with his hair tousled from tossing and turning and his glasses perched haphazardly on his nosebridge, but you don’t mind. You’re unguarded and yet it doesn’t matter because the moment Jungkook had finally let on what was unfolding in his mind, you’ve never felt more secure.

“It’s up to you, of course. But I really, really want to add to our family,” he murmurs, briefly interrupted by the cat who’s taking her sweet time to stretch (only to go back to loafing into her sleep) between the two of you. “I know you think you birthed Miso, but I mean really our baby this time.”

In the most unguarded and rawest of contexts for your husband to propose trying for a baby, Jungkook has never been more of your forever soulmate than now.

“I wanna put a baby in you,” Jungkook makes clear, the grin on his face steadily turning into a smirk when he sees you build up into a knowing smile. “You want that too? Wanna let me make you a mommy?”

The nod that you give almost gives you a headache but it does pry out a laugh from him, pulling you closer to him before you could put your agreement into words.

“Of course I do,” you hum, the warmth and sense of belonging you feel all over your body coming into full bloom. “I’d want nothing more.”

Jungkook’s on top of the world even if he’s only sharing a bed with you right now, pecking little kisses to your cheek so somberly that you forget there was even a flash of this primal, urgent desire on his eyes just awhile ago. “Let’s talk about it more in the morning.”

The thing is that you do talk in the morning, in between you just barely dressing yourself from the shower and Jungkook barely just saving your meal from being burnt. Nothing happened last night except for the needy yet sleepy makeout session that knocked out the both of you already, the prior conversation enough to make you sleep with a smile on your face.

You’re ready, your situation’s ideal, and the most important factor of them all is that you’re secure. You’re at the edge of your seat just thinking about your future, which who knows could be exactly nine months from now, and yet —

Your husband flipped a switch once again.

It’s only barely noticeable but you know that something’s off and you know he notices that you’re catching on. He’s doing it on purpose, something to slowly weasel his way into your nerves with a buildup that you can’t even grasp.

Jungkook, against his raw and impassioned promises of getting you pregnant a few weeks ago, has barely been giving you the time of day.

In the fairest and most unbiased way you see the situation, you admit that you haven’t been as present as much as you’d like because of work. Jungkook’s used to you being swamped with work and he’s already grasped long ago that barely anything could keep you from being a workaholic. You’re used to Jungkook being accustomed to your departure at godforsaken hours of the morning and your arrival at equally as wretched hours of the evening.

Perhaps it’s the overwhelming nature of your career that drives you to dwell in your thoughts. You weren’t hallucinating when Jungkook shook you awake at midnight to ask if you wanted a baby, and you certainly weren’t daydreaming when he became too ecstatic to your response to the point that instead of snoring, he fell asleep humming.

Neither of you needed to breathe in through your nose for four seconds, hold it for seven, and exhale through your mouth for eight in order to rest. While you fell asleep to Jungkook’s warmth from embracing you like his life depended on it, your husband fell asleep from making lists in his head of the shared experiences you’ll go through once you’re pregnant.

You’ve never been more sure of having a child with Jungkook than now, and you haven’t been more certain either of the fact that your conversation did happen.

How come it’s only you that keeps repeating the conversation in your head over and over again, waiting for something to finally happen?

“Hi, baby,” Jungkook greets you from the couch when you come home instead of doing his usual routine of getting to his feet and barraging you with kisses the moment you walk through the door. You let it pass thinking that the show he was watching was just too good, rationalizing that if the tables were turned, you would’ve done the same thing.

“Wearing my shirts again?” your husband questions you nowadays when he didn’t even use to point it out. Before, he would only hide his face acting as if it hadn’t affected him in the first place, silently moving more of his clothes to your side of the closet.

You try to remind yourself that they’re just silly little things you shouldn’t get worked up on. You shouldn’t be offended when you see a container haphazardly strewn out the kitchen counter, with the traces of the chocolate ends of ice cream cones on it that Jungkook ate without leaving some for you, the wrappers shining bright as day in the trashcan.

Of course you shouldn’t get pissed when you come home to Jungkook and Miso chasing each other around the house, their playing ceasing as soon as you want to join in. Even your cat looks disinterested at you while your husband remains perturbingly “indifferent”, the thoughts behind his eyes unreadable.

Most importantly, you should keep it in when you’ve had a long day at work and all you want is for your husband to be in your peripheral, calling for him from the bedroom while he was out watching his show to come and give you a kiss… right?

Wrong.

You can’t keep your internalized frustration from bubbling over because it literally gets you to your feet, making you march out of the bedroom with so much desperation that it makes Miso yowl and drive away from your path.

“What the hell is up with you?” you seethe the moment your eyes land on the back of Jungkook’s head, your irritation towards him having grown enough to the point that even the shape of his skull annoys you.

Your husband turns to look at you wide-eyed, but if only you weren’t simmering in frustration, you would know that his show’s been paused long ago before you even marched out. Jungkook was waiting for you and you’re right where and how he wants you.

“Aw. Is someone getting worked up?” he cloyingly drawls out, the furrow in your brows out of anger being no match for the cockiness that drips out of him endlessly. He knows what you’re getting at and it’s starting to hit you little by little, the positive trepidation that’s steadily turning into loving desperation being apparent. “Good. I wanted you to.”

Jungkook stands tall, hovering above you with provocation lingering in his tone. He tuts, frowning incessantly when he takes it a step further by putting his face closer to you to the point that your noses touch.

“My silly girl,” he sighs. “Do you think I wouldn’t deliver on my promises?” Jungkook scoffs in faux disappointment yet the both of you know that his arrogance only keeps the two of you closer. “You really assumed that I think so lightly of you?”

He’s had his fun the past few weeks. You could only bet that your husband took a liking to how you’d frown and be pissed with him from the sidelines.

You’ve been frustrated for weeks on end — you suppose Jungkook could take it even for just a few minutes.

“Yeah, pretty much. You think you’re all that, Jungkook, but trust me-…” you retort, being interrupted almost instantly.

“Someone’s really huffy, huh?” he tilts his head, nosing along your cheek until he reaches the shell of your ear. “No, baby, trust me.”

In one swift move, you unlatch yourself from his hold, and although it physically pains you to be even a centimeter away from him when you’re this needy for him, it ticks Jungkook even more.

“You took your sweet time provoking me. What would you know about trust?”

“I trust myself to fix that attitude of yours,” Jungkook grits, having you back in his arms before you could even register it. His hands cup your cheeks with the most determined, desperate gaze in his eyes. He enunciates his words as if you couldn’t understand them, a sickeningly sweet smirk accompanying his face afterwards. “I trust myself to have you filled up by tonight.”

He’s arrogant in a way that you haven’t ever seen before. Sure, he does puff his chest every now and then when he comes to your sets and he has to make it known to your co-star that he’s your husband in real life, but nothing to this degree.

The arrogance that drips right out of Jungkook is intimidating, addictive even. He’s so sure of himself and his passioned promise to you to fuck you senseless that you try not to quiver on the spot.

“Is that it?” your voice remains stable even if there’s a shakiness underneath it, an attempt of a huff following your words.

“Is that it?” Jungkook echoes, bordering into a scoff the longer he looks at the unimpressed look on your face. You’re only playing, of course, but your husband doesn’t seem to catch on. He thought he was teeming with self-control when he managed to tamp down his desires to breed you for the past few weeks, but now — now when it’s you who attempts to play the game with him, he’s the least bit impressed. “I think you’re forgetting what your husband’s capable of.”

Jungkook can talk himself up but so can you, the faint idea that crosses your head coming into fruition. You’re only playing, except at such a crucial point of him yearning for you in more ways than one, you’re unknowingly treading into a dangerous territory.

“He knows how to diligently wait for me by the door. You know, like a-…”

“A househusband?” he interjects, taking the sweet smile on your face as your way of making up for underestimating him. He’s mistaken though because as soon as you open your mouth, he only feels himself falling in deeper.

“I was gonna say pet, but househusband works too.”

The way that Jungkook looks down on you with a cloying smile puts shudders in your spine, the warmth in your stomach fluttering downwards intensely when he looks at you from head to toe.

“Charming,” he hums nonchalantly, running his large hands up and down your arms before settling on the small of your back. He holds you so tightly that you’re pressed to him directly, the pressure so large that you’re gonna be squeezed if you don’t jump. The squeak that leaves you immediately turns into a contented sigh when Jungkook catches you snugly, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear all the way to your lips.

Your eyes cross just by how close he is to you and Jungkook’s arrogant when he sees the sheer need in your face to kiss him, indulging you deeply with his tongue down your throat. He kisses you like he’s parched; akin to an overeager husband who wants to give you everything that you want, except he’s exactly the model for it at the moment.

There’s always been desperation to how Jungkook loves you through his touches but this time you can trace it and yet whatever you do, the passion he’s rooting from is endless. He chases your lips until he’s certain your short of breath, his lips red and puffy pulling into a mocking frown.

“I don’t give you a hundred percent of my attention for just one second and now you’re being all mean,” he drawls, your brain turning into mush for a second to even remember that you were just likening him to a pet before he made you quiet.

“You’re mean,” you huff pathetically, threatening to come out of his hold with your eyes but you both know that it’s the last thing you want to do, especially now that he opened the door to your room and set you down on the bed.

Jungkook’s certain that you don’t know exactly what you do to him, your genuine obliviousness at times kickstarting this urge in him to show you precisely.

“This is mean to you?” he laughs, his voice dropping down a notch that it makes you sink further down to the bed. “I haven’t even showed you what rude looks like.”

The thing with your husband is that he’s infuriating. He’s infuriating now that he takes off his shirt and he lets you know how exactly he puts in the work when you aren’t home, his body broad and toned. He’s infuriating when his inked arms flex even if he doesn’t do it intentionally. He’s even more infuriating when he’s laughing at you, the cockiness in his persona so loud that you ache just at the thought of it.

“Should I be rude and rip out your clothes?” he hums, getting you out of your shirt and your pants swiftly. He’s calm yet he’s quick, and if you aren’t consumed with the thought of your husband devouring you alive right now, you’d notice the way his fingers tremble at anticipation when he unlatches your bra. “Or should I be mean and make you wait?”

Jungkook pulls down your panty with his initials on it, his tongue swiping the bottom of his teeth in gloating. One night, he had the idea of stitching JJK on atleast half of your panties, the waistbands of them being adorned with pink thread. It goes straight to his head (and his cock) at the thought of you wearing his initials, hidden with only the intention of him being able to see.

Despite already being naked fully, Jungkook’s lips goes straight to the column of your neck, kissing down and down until you realize that he lingers at the skin, mouth biting and suckling.

“I-I have work tomorrow,” you weakly remind, the lump in your throat dissolving to a moan when he sucks at a sensitive spot right under your ear.

“No you don’t,” he chuckles, the sound going straight to your core. He’s hovering above you in only his sweatpants yet there’s already a bulging clue that he’s dying to touch you already. At this point, he’s only prolonging the aching desperation between the two of you. “Two weeks ago, I called Jimin to tell him that you’re going on a week-long break.”

“What?” you murmur, back arching when Jungkook gets to your chest, his tongue licking a bold stripe right on your cleavage. He squeezes your boobs together and it’s a lewd sight the way he moans at the picture, lips frantically alternating between your nipples. Your voice is strained already, your attempt at keeping your pride shattered when he nips at you.

“Mhmm. I have you all to myself,” he confirms, eyes lulling closed when he sucks at your bud. He’s salivating at the thought that your boobs would soon be full, even fuller than they are now and he’ll get to bury his face between them. He lifts his head begrudgingly, the chuckle that leaves him being gargled. He can’t get enough of you — he just can’t. “Not bad for a pet waiting around for you, hm?”

“Baby, please,” you moan when Jungkook’s lips ghost over your midriff all the way to your pussy, his back arched in the air to have his mouth on your core yet his palms squeezing your boobs tightly. He rubs the soft pads of his fingers against your nipples roughly, tugging at the last minute when he pulls away that you tangle your fingers with his long hair.

It’s an infuriatingly warm sight to see your husband looking up at you with such a desperate and demanding gaze on his eyes, framed even more by the way his hair curls around his visage. You ought to tug at them if only he didn’t have the upper hand on you now, hands quite literally prying your legs open so he’s head-on with your pussy.

“You’ve been so patient too. You tell me you hate me for ignoring you but you haven’t even touched yourself,” he snickers, licking his lips when he looks at your pretty core underneath this light. You’re pulsating around nothing and just dying to be touched, setting a lump on his throat when he follows your wetness trickling down your thighs. “It’s like you know that you can’t cum without me.”

“I-I can cum without you,” you argue, breath hitching when Jungkook comes closer to lick at the wetness that’s gathered on your thighs, the graze of his teeth tearing out a moan from you.

“You do?” he pouts, eyes mocking you even at this angle. They’re wide and they’re burning right through you, the derisive tone behind his words just fueling you more and more to have him in you. “Then you wouldn’t mind if I go to sleep right now?”

“Jungkook,” you whine, eyes glossing at frustration. You’re so close to throwing a tantrum, he figures. Your torso slightly lifts just for you to show you’re upset at him, plopping back down the mattress in annoyance. “You’re mean.”

“That’s what I thought,” he hums, the smile on his face accentuated with his lips that are bitten red and wet from the amount of times he’s gnawed on them. “Of course I’ll take care of you, baby. Who’s gonna get you pregnant if I’m leaving you to it alone?”

Jungkook takes off his sweatpants, his thick thighs unconsciously flexing from his position to kiss you. Without further warning, Jungkook laps right at your pussy, his doe eyes looking up at you in close attention. His nose nudges your clit, and being deprived of your husband’s touch for so long, you instantly jolt.

“You missed me so bad,” he lulls, diving in to take your clit to his mouth. He closes his eyes while he feasts on you and it’s almost pornographic the way his eyebrows scrunch in pleasure just by giving you it, sucking your clit tightly with no breaks in between.

It brings you close to tears the way he drinks you in and makes a loud show with it, his moans even louder than yours. His bare cock keeps brushing against the sheets and he’s already sensitive enough as it is, the furrow on his brows getting deeper the more that he moans into your hole.

Jungkook pacifies his mouth with your clit in bliss, drinking you in with his tongue languidly shifting to pleasure you right how you want it. He doesn’t let go even when your thighs keep lifting off the bed with how euphoric it feels, his hands locking them in place above his shoulders.

“I’m gonna— gonna cum already,” you stutter in between moans, the orgasm that courses right through you making you tremble. Jungkook holds you through it, and although he slows down, his tongue remains flicking at your clit that’s already become swollen at the attention.

The sight of your cum pooling on his fingers and his chin never gets old to you because with each passing time, Jungkook makes a way to amp it up to be more scandalous than the last time. He has your cum in his hands, gathering on his wedding band that glints even further at your essence.

Jungkook merely closes his eyes in absolute bliss, sucking only his ring finger and parts the rest of them right after, shoving them into your mouth without prior warning. There’s an instant groan that leaves him when you indulge him obediently, your stifled breaths making him clench his jaw harder.

He’s painfully hard but he doesn’t want to cum just yet, wanting to reserve all of his seed for you. He almost orgasms right then and there when you paw at him needily, bottom lip slightly jutted out in begging. He sees you look at him with such desperation, meeting your eyeline that’s just begging to reciprocate. He lets on just slightly, his thumb pressing against your lip.

“Wanna blow me?” he rasps, the question being met with an eager nod. You already have your tongue out before he finishes the sentence, his strained control leaving him little by little the moment he sets the heavy head of his cock on your tongue. “Suck the tip.”

In your gratitude, you disregard Jungkook’s command completely and take him in whole, sucking all the way until his cock reaches the back of your throat and tears prick your ears.

“F-fuck!” Jungkook gutturally groans, eyes rolling back to his skull when your warmth envelopes his dick all the way through. You’re sucking him so tightly and nicely that his resolve wavers momentarily, the moans that leave him getting louder in nature.

“Baby, I said-…” he shudders when you trace the vein on his cock with a pointed tongue, the sudden change giving him his bearings back. Your husband snaps out of it even if it pains him, pulling you back by your hair. “I said, just the tip.”

You’re pouting as you’re scolded but what really gets Jungkook is that you still look accomplished — you don’t even feel the least bit sorry for not heeding his warnings.

“You don’t even listen to me.” His hold on your hair detaches abruptly and for a moment, you miss his harshness on your scalp. You’re looking for his hand to atleast hold yet when you find it, he’s lining himself inside you. There’s not even a second left before you break out into a moan, the sudden yet welcome intrusion of his cock in your pussy giving you the greatest sense of overwhelm.

“All I ask is for you to just suck the fucking tip of my cock because I wanna cum inside you,” he grits, punctuating his words with each thrust. You’re so tight that he wants to be suffocated by you in the best way possible. “But you don’t like listening, huh?”

“I, I don’t. You’re right,” you concede, the words you’re hearing already ringing inside your head because you just can’t focus when you feel so eternal. “Jungkook, baby, please.”

“Please what? What do you want?” he airily chuckles, having to pause his cockiness when a loud moan tears right through his throat when you clench. “Come on, an actress like you should know her lines,” he snickers, his breath hitching as he quickens his pace. “Tell me what you want.”

“You-…” your eyes sting, the whines and moans stuck in your throat being continuous to the point that your attempt to swallowing them down makes them even louder. “You told me you’re gonna make me a mommy,” you blubber, shifting underneath his hold. You already have him in you but it’s not enough — it wouldn’t be until he fills you up.

“I did say that, baby. Kept you waiting long enough, I’m sorry,” Jungkook placates you, delicately kissing your cheek despite his harsh thrusts against your core. He’s momentarily soft at the reminder of the promise he made you, continuing to handle you silkily. The brief change of attitude in your husband dissipates the moment he sees the way your face scrunches in pleasure when he sinks his cock in you, deep in your pussy to the point you swear he could feel him in your stomach.

Jungkook goes back to his promise, whispering and moaning to your ear over and over again that he’ll deliver. He’s ramming into you at a ruthless pace, his thumb once again making its way to your clit to rub frantic circles.

“Isn’t is so cute that only I can do this to you?” he grunts, eyebrows furrowed while focusing on giving you the greatest possible orgasm he could ever give you. “Not one of your fucking co-stars can even dream of being with you like this when I’m in the picture. Not even Yoongi.”

You nod frantically in agreement, unable to answer verbally because it’s only your moans and cries that pry out of your throat.

“They’re jealous of me, pretty girl,” Jungkook chuckles, thighs starting to tremble at his impending release. “S-so— so bitter that I’m better than them without even having to lift a single finger.”

The arrogance that pours right out of your husband strikes your very own ego, the sleazy smile in your face reassuring him.

“I’m only yours, right?” Jungkook asks, thrusts threatening to slow down if you don’t answer him. “Just yours.”

It’s positively infuriating and heartwarming to see your husband want you to take possession of him, a stark difference even if he’s the one taking control of you right now.

You hum playfully, eyes half-lidded as you hold out your words for suspense.

“Say it,” he says pointedly, rolling his eyes before nipping at your jaw.

“I’m yours,” you drawl, brain once again going into mush when he resumes his ruthless pace. His cock’s made for you, making you squirm and melt to his hold at the same time.

“I already know that, baby,” Jungkook tuts, fishing out a different answer from you. “That’s not what I wanted you to say.”

The words finally click in your head this time, the pride in your chest growing to know that Jungkook’s so desperate for you to have him in your possession; merely declaring it would even send him to the edge.

“You’re mine.”

“Good,” he whimpers, almost seeing white with how euphoric and overstimulated he is. “One more time for me, huh? Say it again.”

“You’re mine, Jungkook,” you whisper right to his ear, your nails scratching red at his back that makes him arch further. “You’re only mine.”

“You’re so greedy,” he teases you even when you handed him on a silver platter exactly what he needed to hear, his thumb drawing deeper, faster circles on your clit. “Beg.”

Jungkook expects you to say please incessantly because the both of you know that neither can hold out for any longer, the orgasm that’s been building up in the pit of your stomach growing intense. His necklace with your initial on it dangles over your face, taunting you in anticipation.

“Love you,” you squeak, throwing your head back when you could practically feel the head of your climax appearing. Just a couple more thrusts that brush the deepest part of you and you’ll be there, your moans turning into cries.

“You’re so-…” Jungkook’s flustered for a second, his thrusts stuttering in response. Every part of his burns and it’s just this very release that’s gonna enable him to fill you up fully, the spent smile on your face egging him on.

“Say it back, come on.”

“I love you too,” he mutters, his shyness disappearing when you make the move of lifting your legs to hook them on his shoulders. Jungkook’s the deepest in you that he’s ever been, his vision getting blurry with how good he feels.

“My perfect girl,” he mutters over and over again to your ear when you finally break, following you right after. His cock twitches inside you, plugging up your pussy as he fills you for what seems like minutes. “My cum’s yours, you get that? Keep every single drop in.”

Jungkook takes meticulous care to not let a single drop of his cum drip out of you, angling himself to be lower than you when he nuzzles his face to the crook of your neck.

It feels like forever with the both of you catching your breaths, the dampness in your eyes already long dry yet when you look down on Jungkook to see the same wetness on his eyelashes, you’re tempted to tear up then and there.

“Are you crying?” you chuckle lightly, fingers carding through his hair. His head lifts up slightly with the emotion but he tucks his face back to your neck, making you giggle.

“I’m not,” he mutters. “Shut up.”

“That’s not a nice thing to say to the mother of your future children,” you playfully tease, making him groan in compliance. Your husband finally lifts his head to you, an automatic pout placed on his face.

“I just love you, that’s all,” Jungkook sniffles, none of the usual arrogance he possesses in a post-orgasm haze to be found in his tone. He’s somber, almost, deep into his thoughts as much as he was deep in pleasure moments ago.

“If you leave me,” he starts, eyes almost crossing from how closely he looks to you. Jungkook kisses your lips softly, the sincerity in his words unable to be duplicated by anyone else. “I hope I’m not around for it.”

It’s an unwelcome thought in his head that you want to quell right at its roots, your confession just as genuine.

“My silly boy,” you tut, leaving the softest of kisses on your husband’s forehead. “If I leave you, it’d be the end of me.”

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yahjiminssirecs · 1 year

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In The Seom; 'Sit On It' | JJK

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre: Camping AU, FWB To Lovers, College AU, smut, fluff, angst

Warnings: sex, titty worship, talking about Jungkook hitting a guy like once, toxic Jungkook if you squintttt, blowjob

Synopsis:

After a year of being away, you finally return to the camping cabin where you made unforgettable memories.

Jungkook's soft lips grazed your nipples as he explored your body with his hands. You couldn't help but arch your back into his touch, feeling a rush of pleasure coursing through your veins. "Kook-"

Wrapped up in each other, the only sounds in the room were the loving beats from the random Spotify playlist still playing in the background.

What started as a casual "Let's watch dating shows" kind of night quickly evolved into something much more intimate. As you and Jungkook gazed into each other's eyes, you both knew that this was going to be more than just kisses and cuddles.

His erection was throbbing with desire, a few untamed hairs adorning it. "Sit on it," he groaned, his lips parted as he watched you straddle him with ease.

"You're always so direct when we have sex," you giggled, making him let out an airy huff. "What? Do you want me to say, 'Darling, would you mind sitting on my cock?'" You silenced him with a kiss, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you started to ride him slowly.

When his lips began to play with your nipples, shivers ran down your spine. You let out a soft moan as he leaned in to kiss your neck, his tongue trailing down to your chest. Suddenly, you felt the cold metal of his piercing against your skin, making you gasp in surprise.

"Have you ever considered getting them pierced?" he whispered, his hand now wandering up to your tits. You shook your head, frowning. "Absolutely not,".

As he continued to play with your nipples, you found yourself lost in the pleasure. Grasping the back of his head, and you nudged him to keep going, enjoying the feeling of his lips against your skin.

"It's worth a try," he mumbled, already back to sucking on your breast. You couldn't help but smile, feeling grateful for this moment of pure bliss.

It was hard to believe that an entire year had passed since you and Jungkook had made your relationship official. You found yourselves back at the same cabin for your annual camping trip. Memories of that first time together flooded back as you straddled him, feeling his hard length inside you. You couldn't help but moan as you moved your hips, riding him faster and faster. Jungkook watched you with a look of intense desire, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

“Want you all to myself, when can we get married” he groaned, head in your neck as he planted a few kisses here and there. You feel your heart race as you get lost in his embrace. It's moments like these that you wish could last forever.

“Well get married once you stop punching innocent people” you tease, earning a glare from Jungkook. You know he has a bit of a temper, but you also know that he has a good heart. You can't help but love the way he looks at you, with a mix of passion and adoration.

“That was one time-” he begins to protest, but you cut him off, “actually two, remember Soomin?” You raise a brow as you interrupt him.

“Fine, two times, so what? I have to defend what's mine” he argues, trusting up into you as a punishment. You can feel his breath on your skin, and it sends shivers down your spine. You know that he is a man of action, but sometimes words can be just as powerful.

“you can” you start, moaning his name when he hits a specific spot. “you can defend me with words, love”

As you continued to move, he let out a low growl, his hand coming down to slap your ass. You couldn't help but gasp at the sensation, feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. "That's it, baby, take it all," he encouraged you. "You know you love how big I am." You couldn't deny it - the feeling of him filling you up was almost too much to bear. But you wanted more, and you knew he did too. So you continued to ride him, lost in your own world.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna-" you moaned and squeezed your eyes shut, your body tensing up before finally reaching the peak of your pleasure. You felt the slickness of your arousal dripping down his balls and onto the bedsheet.

Standing up quickly, Jungkook positioned himself at the edge of the bed, his hard member still glistening with your juices, and motioned for you to crawl over to where he was waiting for you.

You eagerly obeyed, running your hands up his strong thighs as you took him into your mouth. "Fuck yeah, just like that," he hissed, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

As you continued to please him, feeling the weight of his hand on your head as he guided you, he reached the height of his pleasure and released a large amount of his cum onto your face.

You could feel the warmth spread across your skin, and looking up at him, he smiled in satisfaction, reaching out to playfully squeeze your cheeks, causing your lips to pucker up involuntarily. "You're such a dirty little thing," he chuckled, his eyes gleaming mischievously.

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yahjiminssirecs · 1 year

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Don't Blame Me | JJK

Pairing: Ongoing CEO!Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre: Neighbours to lovers AU, Neighbours AU, Single Dad AU. Angstttt, Smutttt, Fluff

Warnings: shower sex, cum inflation kinda, Jungkooks massive, riding, making out naked, age gap, mentions of cheating

Synopsis: Jungkook is known for his good looks and is often described by your friends as "daddy material." Funny enough, he actually was a daddy.

The daddy of the baby girl you babysit every Saturday.

Working as a nanny for the world's grumpiest single dad should have been easy, but you can't keep your eyes off him. He's handsome, a little arrogant, with broad shoulders and strong tattooed arms. And when he decides he can't keep his hands off of you. Who are you to resist?

Word count: 8k

A/n: It felt so good to finally get back to writing Angst, and I'm really proud of how this story turned out. I can't wait for you all to read it and experience the rollercoaster of emotions that comes with it. And the ending will definitely leave you in shock!

As Jungkook lowers you onto his length, you can't help but whimper, feeling sensations you've never experienced before. His dick reaching places you didn't know existed. The pleasure is so intense that you can't help but moan loudly, letting him know just how much you are enjoying this moment.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, and pulling him even closer to you, you feel his hot breath on your neck as he plants soft kisses against it. Your whole body is on fire as he continues to grind into you, feeling his balls press against your ass and each movement sending waves of pleasure.

"This is wrong, Mr. Jeon," You voice your concern, but he interrupts you with a whisper, "Call me Jungkook-" As he thrusts inside of you, "-Just Jungkook when im with you".

You moan his name, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

"What if So-hee wakes up?" You can't help but feel a sense of panic, looking towards the door where his baby-daughter is sleeping. "Don't worry, you know she sleeps like a rock." Jungkook chuckles and reassures you.

As you begin to relax a little, you feel the muscles of his body pressing against yours. You become highly aware of his strong hands moving to your hips, and you feel him encouraging you to start grinding on him even more. "Come on Y/n, I know you can do better than this" It's a feeling that is both exhilarating and intense, and you can't help but lose yourself in the moment as you move to the rhythm of your bodies.

"Jungkook-" you groan out, head resting on his broad shoulder.

The sensation of his fingers tracing the curve of your spine only adds to the intensity of the moment, and you feel yourself becoming more and more lost in the experience as if time has slowed down and all that exists is the connection between you and him.

He can feel your pussy clench with anticipation of what's to come. Every touch from him seems to set off fireworks in your body, and you can't help but feel like you are floating on a cloud.

The way he touches you is driving you carzy and soon enough hes rubbing your clit, making you come closer and closer to your own orgasm. "Fuck-"

The warmth of his touch and the sound of his breath in your ear add to the already intense sex-scene, making you feel hotter than ever.

Finally, as the moment comes to an end, Jungkooks cum finding home in your wet heat, you both sigh out in union, and you just hope your neighbor's didn't hear.

“You slept with him?” Jihyo almost chokes on her coffee when you mention sleeping with your next-door neighbour Jeon Jungkook. It was random but not surprising. You've had a thing for the almost 5 years older man for a while now, and that was not before you started babysitting his baby, it happened after.

You remember the night clearly. The stars were out, and the air was chilly. You and Jungkook had been chatting on the porch, and before you knew it, one thing led to another, and you were both on his couch.

Despite your guilt, you couldn't stop thinking about the sex. It was like a switch had been flipped, and now you wanted it again.

"It's not like he's married or anything" you mumble, quickly glancing away when Jihyo gives you a look of disapproval.

"The man has a whole ass 6 month old baby" she argues, taking a sip of her drink and crossing her arms "its just as bad."

Pouting you correct her "So-Hee is 7 months old and I started babysitting her before I even knew what he looked like"

"The point is," she starts, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I thought you were really looking for something serious, like a long-term relationship. You know, a boyfriend." You can tell she's concerned for you. "Remember Namjoon? You were really into him just a couple of weeks ago. What happened there?"

You shrug your shoulders, sinking deeper into your seat. "But Jungkook is different," you say, trying to explain. "He's mature and responsible, especially considering he's a father." Your friend rolls her eyes. "Yeah, he's a dad. How is that ever going to work? You're not just dating him, you're acting like a mother figure to his kid too. Are you ready for that kind of commitment?”

Jihyo's question made you realize that becoming a mother was not something you had planned for. You were only 22 years old and not ready for the responsibility that comes with motherhood.

So-hee was an adorable child, but you knew that taking care of her was not a task you were capable of handling at the moment.

"You're right, I don't know, I just thought…" you trail off, trying to find the right words to express your feelings. You understand that one night stands are not the best way to build a lasting connection, but sometimes you just want to let loose and have fun.

“I get it, I've had my fair share of one night stands too, but you gotta keep it realistic, what would you do if suddenly he wanted something more serious, something more than just sex huh?” Jihyo pondered. She raises a valid point, and you can't help but wonder how you would react if the guy suddenly wanted to take things to the next level. Would you be ready for a committed relationship, or would you be content with keeping things casual?

After a brief moment of silence, Jihyo turns to you with a warm smile. "I'm glad we got that out of the way," she says, playfully wiggling her eyebrows. "So, let's get to the Juicy part..." a mischievous glint in her eye. "You never did answer my question earlier. How big is it?" You both dissolve into laughter.

"22?!“ Taehyung exclaims in surprise as he and Jungkook drink beer in his apartment, catching up. "So what?" Jungkook responds. "You've had your fair share of younger girls in the past." He brings up the incident where Taehyung had sex with a 21-year-old girl in the bathroom at their company's 10-year anniversary. Taehyung rolls his eyes and huffs, "At least she was mature."

"But Y/n is mature too," Jungkook counters, "and she can take care of So-Hee just fine."

Taehyung thinks about it for a moment before replying, "I mean, she's a girl isn't that in her instincts or some shit?" Jungkook facepalms himself as he raises a brow at his friend. "If that were the case Sana would still be here, but she fucked up"

Noticing the sudden tension in the air, Taehyung clears his throat and speaks up. "Listen, Jungkook, I'm glad you're enjoying your time with her, but have you thought about the future? You'll have to settle down eventually and start a family."

"Y/n is in college now, maybe she's not the right person for you to settle down with." Taehyung's words lingered in the air as Jungkook thought about them.

He understood that his parents were disappointed after his divorce from Sana, but he also knew it was important to put himself first. He couldn't help but think about you, though. You were always on his mind, and he couldn't help but picture a future with you by his side.

As he weighed his options, he thought about what Taehyung had said. Maybe it was time for him to start thinking more logically about his future. Could he see himself settling down with you? What kind of life would you have together?

“I still have a few years until it’s too late to get married, I'm barely 27,” Jungkook argues, chugging his beer as he leans back on the couch, looking outside the window.

“You're supposed to take over the company next year, the people, the media, and your parents expect you to be happily married by then,” Taehyung tries to explain. He wasn't pleased with the way things were handled in the business world, but that's just the way they were.

Jungkook takes another swig of his beer, pondering Taehyung's words. He had never been one to follow society's expectations, but the thought of disappointing his parents and potentially losing sales for the company weighed heavily on him.

“I couldn't give two shits if the media hated me or not,” Jungkook growls out in disapproval. “It's not about the media, it's about the future of the company,” Taehyung counters.

The two friends sit in silence for a few moments, contemplating their next move. Jungkook knew he had to make a decision soon, but he wasn't sure if he was ready to settle down just yet. Maybe he could find a compromise, or perhaps he needed more time to think it over. Whatever the case may be, he knew that the future of the company was in his hands, and he couldn't afford to make a mistake.

Jungkook walked briskly around the apartment, his car keys jingling in his hand. He paused when he reached the fridge, opened it, and peered inside. "The fridge is full, make sure to eat whenever So-hee eats," he reminded you. "You know she gets sad when she has to eat alone." You nodded in agreement, cradling So-hee in your arms. She was fast asleep, her little chest rising and falling with each breath.

"I know, I know. Don't even worry about it. You know So-hee is in good hands with me," you said with a reassuring smile. Jungkook let out a sigh of relief. "I'll be back as soon as possible," he promised.

"Sorry again for the sudden call, but the meeting is-" he started to explain, but you cut him off. "I get it, Jungkook. Don't worry," You watched as he made his way to the door and stepped outside.

You sat down on the couch, holding So-hee close to you. You couldn't help but feel a little nervous about taking care of her all by yourself.

Jungkook's father, the CEO of a large company, often held practice meetings for his son to attend. This was one of those meetings, Jungkook entered the room to find a group of unfamiliar men seated at the large table. His father immediately addressed Jungkook's tardiness with a curt remark of "You're late."

The purpose of these meetings was to prepare Jungkook to take over the company, and his father had much to teach him before passing down the responsibility. Jungkook's father believed in preparing him well in advance so that he would be fully equipped to handle the challenges that come with running a this company.

Jungkook's irritation was obvious in his voice, "You know I have to take care of So-hee, why would you call me into a meeting this late?"

He had always been more of a 'live in the moment' kind of guy, and with the added responsibility of being a new father, he cherished every moment he spent with his baby girl. His father, on the other hand, was a workaholic who never seemed to have time for anything else. It was an ongoing source of tension between them, and Jungkook couldn't help but roll his eyes at his dad's response, "Rule number one, son, work comes first.”

"And rule number two," Jungkook's father begins, his eyes scanning the table. "It is important to always show respect and courtesy when entering a meeting room. This means making a proper bow and greeting everyone with a hello. This not only shows your professionalism but also your appreciation for the time and effort that everyone has put into attending the meeting."

Jungkook couldn't help but feel frustrated as he watched his father lead yet another tedious meeting about sales and marketing. He had already read all the materials that were being discussed that morning, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep up with the monotony of it all.

As he tried to stay focused, he couldn't help but think about the conversation he had had with his father earlier that day.

Jungkook had expressed his desire to have more creative control over the company's projects, but his father had reminded him that he was still working under the company's name.

"Once you're CEO, you can do whatever you want," he had said. "But for now, we need to work together."

After his father's words, Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling that he was being held back creatively. He knew he had a lot of ideas that could take the company to the next level.

As the meeting dragged on and on, he couldn't help but daydream about what he would do to you once he was home, and So-hee probably fast asleep.

He would take his time with you, savoring every moment and making sure that you feel completely at ease. He would run his hands all over your body, caressing every inch of you and sending shivers down your spine. He would whisper sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how much he wants you and how beautiful you are.

Before he even thinks about fucking you, he would make sure that you feel completely satisfied. He would focus all of his attention on your pleasure, teasing you and making you moan with pleasure. He might start by kissing you slowly, or he might take you in his mouth and make you come undone with his tongue.

He would take you in his arms and guide you to the shower, where he would wash you with tender care before fucking you under the warm water. Or, he might take you to his balcony and fuck you under the stars.

When he finally enters you, he would do so slowly and carefully, making sure that you felt every inch of him.

Wherever he chooses to take you, it would be an unforgettable experience. He would take care of you the way you deserve, making you feel good, cherished, and completely satisfied.

It was a warm night inside the apartment, with Jungkook having turned the heat up to ensure that So-hee would fall asleep comfortably. You were sitting with her, watching a show playing in the background, and noticed her toy in her hand, which you carefully took away so she wouldn't accidentally put it in her mouth.

She gave a small giggle when you asked her if she liked the show, and it was clear that she found it entertaining. You loved spending time with her and taking care of her - she was just the cutest and most adorable thing! However, you realized that it was 5 minutes past her bedtime and quickly moved her to her crib, where she soon fell asleep.

Just a few minutes after you put So-hee to bed, Jungkook arrived home. His hair was in disarray, and he looked stressed as he collapsed onto the couch. You walked over to him and placed a careful hand on his shoulder, asking if everything was okay. When he looked up, he was shocked to see you still there. "Shit, y/n, I thought you left already," he said in surprise. You smiled and reassured him that you were still there and asked if he was okay. It was clear that he had a lot on his mind.

“Go home, you must be tired” Jungkook says as he stands up and walks to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. You smile, but you can't help but notice the exhaustion in his eyes.

“Tell me what's wrong, Jungkook,” you say, using his name for the first time since you two had sex. Looking deep into your eyes, Jungkook lets out a heavy sigh. “I'm supposed to take over my dad's company by next year, and everything is just a mess,” he confesses, his hand gripping the counter tightly. “There's so much pressure on me, and I don't know if I can handle it all.”

“It's okay, Jungkook,” you reassure him. “You don't have to handle everything alone. I'm sure that there's a lot of people to help and who can work through this with you together.”

Jungkook seems to relax a bit at your words, his shoulders easing down from their tense position. “I just need to go to the gym now and work out my anger,” he says, walking towards his room. You follow him, feeling a sense of protectiveness towards him.

“It's past 11 pm, Jungkook. You should go to sleep,” you suggest, hoping to get him to rest. But he shakes his head, pulling off his shirt and throwing it carelessly on the bed.

As you gaze at his perfectly sculpted body, you can't help but appreciate the countless hours and intense dedication he must have put into his fitness routine and it's clear that he takes great pride in his appearance. You find yourself almost entranced by his physical and the way he moves.

When he notices you're still in the room, Jungkook locks eyes with you, licking his lips. The room seems to get hotter as you both stare at each other in silence, the tension intense. As you try to find something to say, Jungkook takes a step towards you and places his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his breath on your face as he leans in to kiss you, his lips soft against yours.

He presses you against the bedroom wall, the cool surface sending shivers down your spine and you're caught off guard by the intensity of his kiss, but you find yourself responding eagerly. As you kiss, you feel his hands start to explore your body, sending waves of pleasure through you. The kiss seems to last forever, until finally, Jungkook pulls back, his eyes dark with desire.

It wasn't long before you found yourself making the same mistake Jihyo had warned you about. The two of you found yourselves eagerly making out in his huge, luxurious bathroom. The windows and mirrors fogged up as he slowly undressed you, teasingly running his hands over every inch of your body. "Youre so fucking perfect".

He took his time exploring every inch of you, and it wasn't long before he was thrusting into you at an inhuman speed.

"Fuck, fuck" Jungkook groans, his hand coming up to slap and then squeeze one of your tits.

As he continued to thrust into you, you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you, causing you to moan uncontrollably. You couldn't help but feel the intensity of the moment as his balls slapped against you with each forceful thrust.

"Oh my- Mr. Jeon, Jungkook-"

You closed your eyes and lost yourself in the sensation, feeling his body pressed against yours and his hot breath on your lips.

The feeling of being completely full by him was overwhelming, and you knew you never wanted this moment to end.

By the time he was finished, there were purple and blue marks all over your neck, and your mascara was almost completely ruined.

"This was-" he spoke up after catching his breath, running a hand through his messy hair.

"This was probably the best sex I've ever had".

As you smile and make your way over to him, both of you still naked, you trace his chest with your fingers. The intimacy of the moment is apparent, as you both bask in the afterglow of your recent escapades.

You can't help but let out a giggle as his hand grabs your ass, jiggling it slightly.

He smiles back at you, his eyes filled with a warmth that fills your heart. "I don't know what I'm gonna do with you," he says playfully, his voice thick with desire.

As you walk into the large building where Jihyo works, she greets you by singing “You're late again”. You tease her, passing her the bag of homemade kimbap, saying “Be grateful I'm even bringing you lunch”. She takes a whiff of the delicious food and says happily, “You know I love you bestie”.

"Right, I'm gonna leave now, I have a bath waiting for me at home" you wink at her.

She groans and jokes, "God, you and your stupid online classes."

You both laugh at her comment, reminiscing back to your high school days when you used to go to school together every day.

Jihyo has always been your stronger side, she used to defend you from the bullies at school and even buy you lunch when your mom forgot to make some. She was the sister you never had.

You have always admired her strength and bravery, even when you were younger. She never backed down from a fight, whether it was standing up to a classmate who was teasing someone or speaking up against an unfair teacher.

Jihyo's kindness was something that you looked up to. She always had a kind word or gesture you when you needed it, and never hesitated to lend a helping hand when you moved into your first apartment.

The bond that you share with Jihyo is something special. You have countless memories of the two of you spending time together, from playing games to having heart-to-heart conversations.

Jihyo will always hold a special place in your heart, and you are grateful for her presence in your life-

"Oh shit sorry"

Stumbling backwards as you walk out of Jihyo's office, you apologize for your clumsiness. Looking up, you can't believe your eyes when you see a familiar face, someone you didn't expect to see today, and he looks just as surprised as you are.

"Jungkook?" you say in disbelief. "Y/n?" he responds. The two of you stare at each other, unsure of what to say next.

After a moment of silence, Jungkook breaks the awkwardness. "What are you doing here?" he asks, raising his eyebrows. You take a deep breath before answering. "I was bringing lunch to a friend." You look around, taking in the busy surroundings.

"What about you?"

"I work here. This is my dad's company," Jungkook responds, waving off his assistant who was trying to get his attention.

As you both exchange a surprised look, you can't help but think how weird this moment is. You let out an awkward laugh, trying to break the tension, while his assistant keeps pestering him about the meeting he has in just 5 minutes. "I said not now," he snaps, clearly irritated.

“Jeon Jungkook!” An angry voice was heard from behind you two, and as you turn around, you see what looks like an older version of Jungkook. He seems to be in a bad mood and expresses his disapproval at Jungkook's tardiness for the meeting, yet again. "Jungkook, you're late, again."

You notice that the two share a visual resemblance, especially in the shape of their faces and the way their eyes crinkle when they're mad.

“Who's this?” Jungkook's dad inquires, looking towards you with a stern expression. Feeling slightly intimidated, you bow and introduce yourself, “I'm l/n y/n, nice to meet you sir-”. As you look up, you notice that his expression doesn't soften, and he seems to be in a hurry.

Shaking his head, Jungkook's dad turns to walk off, leaving the two of you behind. You feel a bit awkward and unsure of what to do next, but Jungkook reassures you, “Don't worry, he's always like that. I should get going, though. Don't want to keep the others waiting.” You nod in agreement, and as you wave goodbye, Jungkooks face already hardens again, back in his 'ongoing-CEO' mood.

“So son, tell me, who was that girl” Jungkook's dad asks him as they both sit in his office, alone.

Jungkook hesitates for a moment before responding. “She's just my neighbour. You know, the one who takes care of So-Hee on Saturdays when Mrs. Chuu doesn't have time.” He looks down at his hands, fidgeting with his fingers but Jungkook's dad can sense that something is off.

“Listen, son. I know we haven't spent much time together, but I want you to know that I care about you and your happiness. If there's anything you want to talk about, I'm here to listen.” Jungkook looks up at his dad, surprised by his sudden change in tone. "I don't like her"

Sitting in front of his father's desk, feeling a mix of frustration and disbelief. He had just confided in his dad about not liking you, and his dad's response only made him feel worse. "So you're just hooking up?" his dad asked, as if he didn't care about Jungkook's feelings at all. The younger man clenched his jaw and poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, trying to control his emotions.

"Why are you suddenly so interested in my love life?" Jungkook finally asked, feeling like his dad had never shown much concern about him before. "You've never cared about me in the first place, so why do you care now?" His frustration was palpable, and he slammed his hand down on his desk.

His dad stood up and crossed his arms, a serious expression on his face. "I need you to get married before you take over the company," he explained. "And I can already tell you, I don't approve of her." Jungkook felt a wave of anger wash over him. He didn't want to get married just because it was expected of him. He wanted to find someone he truly loved and who loved him back. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was willing to wait.

As they continued to argue, Jungkook tried to explain his feelings to his dad, but it seemed like they were speaking different languages. Finally, he stood up and walked out of the room, feeling like he needed some space to clear his head.

Witout a thought, he dials your number, leaving the big office building in stress. He feels the weight of the world on his shoulders as he drives towards your place. The traffic seems to be moving slwer than usual, adding to his anxiety.

“Jungkook? What's wrong? Did something happen to So-hee?” You ask worriedly as you answer the call. Of course, that's what you'd think about first, So-hee. “No, I-um, can I come over?” he asked, getting into his Mercedes and putting his phone on speaker as he drove.

“Uhm, sure, what's wrong?” You ponder, cleaning your kitchen on the other side of the phone. You wonder what could be bothering him. You last saw him 2 hours ago in his company building and he looked just fine.

The phone call ends abruptly, but not before he confesses, "I just, I need you." You stare at your phone, trying to process what just happened. It doesn't take long for him to arrive; just over 10 minutes, and he's already walking into the lobby the building.

You can hear the elevator ding as he steps out and walks towards your door. The doorbell rings, and you know it's him. You wait a few seconds before opening the door, but he doesn't waste any time. He immediately cages you between his arms, and you feel your heart racing. "Jungkook, what -" You begin to speak, but he interrupts you with a kiss.

Lightly pushing him away you stop him, "Is that all I am to you? A stress release?" You ask, voice filled with emotion. He pauses, unsure of how to respond. "A quick fuck?" You ponder.

The truth is, he doesn't know what you are to him. He's been trying to figure it out for days now, but it's always been so complicated.

"Y/n listen, I thought that maybe-”.

You let out a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "You thought wrong," you interrupted him. "Get the fuck out and don't contact me again unless it's about So-hee," you said, your voice firm and unwavering.

He looked at you, his eyes wide with surprise and hurt. "But Y/n-," he started to say, but you didn't want to hear it. You slammed the door shut in his face, feeling a mix of anger and sadness. As you leaned against the door, you couldn't help but think about all the intimate times you had shared with him. But those memories were tainted now, and you knew you couldn't go back to the way things were before.

“I don't wanna say it but I told you so,” Taehyung sighs as he comes over to comfort Jungkook that night. “You've been chasing after this girl for weeks, but have you stopped to consider what she really wants? She's a 22-year-old woman, not a little girl. Maybe she's looking for something more than just a quick hookup with her older next-door neighbor.” Jungkook gives his best friend a glare at the mention of "older".

"Maybe you've misread the signals," Taehyung suggests. "But don't worry, you can fix this, right? Instead of just apologizing, why not take her out on a proper date and get to know her. Show her that you're more than just a fling."

"Speaking of So-hee, she should be getting hungry right about now," At the mention of So-hee, Jungkook perks up, only to be interrupted by a loud cry from her room. "Maybe I should go check on her," he says, standing up to go. "But thanks for the advice, Taehyung. I'll try to make things right with my her tomorrow."

Jungkook scoops up his 7-month-old daughter and holds her close, his voice soft as he asks if she's hungry. She babbles in the background as he makes his way to the kitchen, cradling her in his strong arms.

As he prepares her bottle, he reflects on the events of the day and his mistakes. He knows he needs to make things right, so he turns to his daughter, asking for her help in winning over the person he wronged. "Daddy messed up today," he confides in her, "but I'm going to apologize tomorrow morning. And you, my little bunny," he says, gently stroking her hair and squeezing her cheeks, "you're going to be my secret weapon. Together, we're going to make things right and show her how much we care.”

It was a beautiful morning, just as the sun was rising, when you were suddenly jolted awake by the sound of your doorbell. As you slowly made your way to the door, you could hear faint whispers and giggles coming from the other side. "Be quiet bunny, we wanna surprise her, don't we?" you could hear Jungkook whisper to his daughter.

When you finally opened the door, you were greeted with big smiles from both Jungkook and So-hee, who was practically bouncing with excitement. In Jungkook's unoccupied hand, he held a basketball-sized container filled with delicious-looking cookies. "Hey," you spoke up, trying to hide your surprise at the unexpected visit.

"We came to apologize," Jungkook said with a warm smile, and you couldn't help but feel your heart soften a little. "We? I don't remember So-hee doing me wrong," you said, trying to maintain a tough exterior despite the softness in your heart.

Jungkook chuckled, "Well, it's not just So-hee who wanted to apologize. I wanted to as well. I didn't mean to cause any trouble yesterday." As he spoke, he handed you the container of cookies, "Please accept this as our apology."

You couldn't help but smile at the gesture and the thoughtfulness of the two of them. As you took the cookies, you felt a sense of warmth and gratitude wash over you. "Thank you, I appreciate it," you said, feeling the tension between the three of you ease up a little.

“Do you uh-” you stutter, “want to come in?, I’m sure I still have some food in my fridge” you say with a shy smile, opening the door wider to let Jungkook and So-hee in. Once you've helped her take her little coat off, he turns to you. “I'm really sorry, you know, I was just stressed and-”.

“It's all forgotten, Jungkook” you reassure him kindly, leading him to sit down at the breakfast table while you prepare some food. “What's been going on with you lately?” You ask him, sensing there's something more to be said. “I had a really bad talk with my dad yesterday,” he confesses, and you nod sympathetically, encouraging him to open up.

“He really wants me to get married by the end of this year, but I just don't feel ready for that kind of commitment, especially after what happened with my first marriage to So-hees mother” he explains with a sigh. “I want to make sure I'm truly in love with someone before I take that step, you know?” he adds thoughtfully.

You listen attentively, "I don't know what to say, Jungkook, I'm sorry." He shakes his head and explains, "You don't understand. My parents has always been very family-oriented, and we want to keep the business close. It's a lot of pressure.",

He continues, "I thought Sana was the one, you know? The love of my life. But then she cheated and ruined everything." He sighs, looking down at the ground. You hand him a cup of coffee and try to reassure him. "Jungkook, that's not your fault. What she did was horrible. And the fact that you recovered so fast is incredible."

He looks up at you, his big doe eyes shimmering with emotion. "I'm sure you'll find the right one one day," you offer a small smile. "Don't we all?"

Jungkook seems to be lost in thought as he gazes back at you. You wonder what he's thinking, but decide not to ponder.

'If only you knew that you were my one.'

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Fight Or Flight | JJK

Pairing: Boxer!Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre: Best friends brother AU, BFB To Lovers, Fighter AU

Word count: 18k

Synopsis:

You want to disappear and sink into the ground—we're talking code red.

As a result of the horrible events of accidentally sending your nudes to your best friend's brother, your life appears to change drastically.

Beautiful, arrogant, and quickly developing into a star fighter—many factors should prevent you from falling for Jeon Jungkook.

For years, you've kept your feelings for him a secret. Yet, ever since he has seen you in your underwear, it can become difficult to conceal your emotions when you see him practically daily.

A/n:

I finally did it! After days of writing late into the night, countless cups of coffee, and far too many rewrites to count. There were times when the plot refused to come together, the characters weren't cooperating, and I thought this story would remain forever unfinished.

Important! Please make sure to leave feedback, whether it's a comment or ask. It really helps me stay motivated.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for your love and enthusiasm for my silly little stories. Here's to the next adventure!

You had never expected a simple mistake to turn your life upside down.

It all started when you were trying to send a sexy picture to your best friend, as one does, but instead, you accidentally sent it to Jeon Jungkook, your best friend's brother.

Your heart sank the moment you realized what had happened, and you immediately tried to take it back, but it was too late. You had already sent Jungkook a nude picture of yourself.

There's nothing quite like that feeling of confidence and sexiness. It's a feeling that can be difficult to describe. When you feel good about yourself, you exude a certain energy that is contagious to those around you.

Taking a nude can be a powerful way to capture that feeling of confidence and self-love, whether it's a quick snap in the mirror or a carefully curated shot.

So when you sent Jungkook that pic; boobs out on display and only a pair of panties covering your privates, yeah, it was bad.

You and Jungkook were never close, but because of your friendship with Yeji, you saw him pretty much every day.

There was just something intriguing about the guy. Of course, he was handsome. But furthermore, there was a certain charm and arrogance to him in the best way possible.

You were just a normal college girl, but that doesn't mean your life was uneventful or uninteresting. In fact, you were very involved in a number of extracurricular activities, including volunteering at a local animal shelter every other weekend.

While you may not have been at the top of your class, you still had a deep love for learning and becoming successful.

Aspiring to be an architect like your dad was an obvious choice for you, given his talent and passion for the field, but you also had a keen interest in architecture overall. Your college years were a time of growth for sure.

Jungkook had always been a fighter at heart, and boxing was his passion. He trained tirelessly every day, pushing himself to the limit to become the best he could be. His hard work and dedication were beginning to pay off, as he quickly rose through the ranks to become one of the top boxers in all of South Korea.

From the moment you first saw him, you knew there was something special about Jungkook. Whether it was his good looks or his determination, he had a way of drawing people to him and you found yourself captivated by his every move. It was a way of life.

Jeon Jungkook lived and breathed boxing.

He was a beautiful man, with his sharp jawline and piercing gaze. Jungkook was arrogant, but he had good reason to be—he was developing into a star fighter, and his talent was undeniable. You had always admired him from afar, but you never thought you would be in this situation.

You stare at your phone in horror, fingers trembling. The little 'delivered' text under the message mocks you, confirming your worst fear: you've sent Jeon Jungkook, your best friend's brother, a nude.

You feel your face starting to burn with embarrassment, your mind racing as you struggle to think of what to do next. In a moment of desperation, you quickly dial your best friend's number. As the phone rings on the other end, you try to steady your breathing and prepare yourself for the conversation ahead.

Finally, Yeji answers, and you launch into a detailed explanation of everything that has happened.

"I accidentally sent Jungkook a nude!" You blurt out as soon as she picks up.

"Oh my god," Yeji gasps. You can picture her eyes widening in shock.

"Jungkook as in my brother?! That's disgusting!" Yeji fakes a gag. "Did he say anything?"

You groan, dragging a hand down your face. "I just sent it! I don't know, he hasn't replied yet."

"Okay, stay calm," she says, though her voice is shaking. "It was an accident, right? I'm sure he'll understand. Maybe it got lost in the internet or something."

Her reassurance does little to slow your racing heart. How could you have been so stupid? All these years you've kept your feelings for Jungkook locked away, and one absentminded slip of the finger could ruin everything.

You end the call with a knot in your stomach, dreading the moment Jungkook texts you back. When your phone finally buzzes, you squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath before looking.

Instagram: Itzy.all.inyeji liked your story

Rolling your eyes, you're sort of relieved that it wasn't Jungkook who replied to your message, you've never even texted the guy, how did you manage to fuck up so badly?

Clicking and the chat you heart sinks for the hundredth time that day; he'd left you on seen.

That's worse than just sending a simple "what the fuck" or "you crazy bitch"

You spend the next few hours obsessing over what he might be thinking, imagining the worst-case scenarios. You take a deep breath and open your messages, fingers trembling as you type out an apology to Jungkook. After a few moments of agonizing over the wording, you hit 'delete' and throw your phone across the room in frustration. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. How could you be so stupid.

"It really can't be that bad, l mean, when did you even start taking nudes and-" Jimin leans closer to you as he raises a brow, "who did you want to send it to anyway, huh?"

You take a deep breath, feeling embarrassed by the situation. "I never intended to send a nude to anyone," you explain. "I had just taken the photo for myself, to feel more confident in my body. But then I thought, why not share it with Yeji? She's always told me to be more outgoing"

Jimin nods, understanding. "So what happened?"

"Well, I thought I sent it to her, but instead, it ended up in the chat of Jeon Jungkook," you say, feeling your face turn red with embarrassment.

"Her brother?!" Jimin yells a bit too loud

"I don't know how it happened! but now I feel exposed as fuck."

Jimin puts a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Well what did he say?" He asks, curious as to how someone would even react to that.

"That's the worst part!" Taking a sip from your coffee, you whisper-yell, "nothing, he said nothing! Nada, nichts!"

"It's okay, so what if that mister 'all muscle no brain' saw your boobs? He should feel grateful and privileged!" Jimin tries to comfort you but fails miserably.

You sigh and shake your head. "It's not about him seeing my boobs, Jimin. It's about the fact that he has a picture and could potentially share it with others. That would be so humiliating"

Jimin nods, understanding. “I see what you mean. We'll figure out a way to get that picture out of his phone.”

Appreciating Jimin's support, you feel a bit better knowing that someone is there to help you.

It's not like you hadn't asked Yeji to delete it for you whenever she got the chance to get to his phone in the first place. Unfortunately for you though, Jungkook had forgotten his phone at the gym, and now you were faced with the dilemma of how to get the picture removed.

You toyed with the idea of waiting for him to get the phone back home, but as time passed, you became more and more impatient with the situation. So now there was only one reasonable plan; ask Jungkook to politely remove the pic—ugh, who were you kidding? You were breaking into that damn gym, no matter the cost.

You glance at your reflection in Jimin's full-length mirror and ask incredulously, "are you kidding me?" You and Jimin are both dressed in black with face masks hiding your identities from any potential cameras or people nearby.

Jimin rolls his eyes and shrugs. "If you're going to ask me to do this shit that could land me in jail, at least let me do it looking good," he complains.

He had a point. After all, you were asking him to take a major risk. It was only fair that he be able to do so looking his best. Jimin was always concerned about his appearance, but it was understandable. Sort of.

Beyond that, Jimin had concerns about the plan itself. It seemed risky and ill-conceived. He had his doubts about whether it would even work.

Jimin looks at you, clearly annoyed. "I don't like the idea of doing anything illegal. It's risky, and it's not worth it." You nod, but you can see the reluctance in his eyes. "But if we're going to go through with this," he continues, "we need to be smart about it. We need to plan everything out, from start to finish, and make sure we don't leave any loose ends. Otherwise, we could both end up in trouble." You agree with him.

Jimin sighs and looks at you with a mix of annoyance and amusement. "I don't know why you always have to involve me in your crazy schemes," he says, shaking his head. "But if you really need my help-"

"I'm not asking you to do anything you dont want to," you interrupt, trying to keep your tone even. "I just need you to help me get access to Jungkooks phone. And you're the only one I trust to do it.”

You can't help but feel a little nervous about what you're about to do, but you try to push those thoughts aside and focus on the task at hand. After all, you both agreed to this plan for a good reason.

Jungkook was in the middle of a rigorous workout session. He was hitting the punching bag in front of him with all his might, his fists making a loud thudding sound each time they connected with the bag. His coach was standing next to him, offering words of encouragement and instruction. "Up, up, down, left, up," the coach instructed, urging Jungkook to hit even harder. Despite the difficulty of the workout, Jungkook was determined to push himself to the limit.

As he continued to hit, sweat dripped down his face and back. He had taken off his shirt, preferring to feel the cool air against his skin as he put his body through its paces. Even with his hair in a messy bun, he still managed to look amazing.

After a few more minutes of intense exercise, his coach called for a five-minute break. Jungkook nodded in agreement and made his way to his water bottle, taking long gulps of water to quench his thirst. Also taking a moment to check the time on his phone he realized that It was already 11pm on a Tuesday night, and he knew that he still had a long way to go before he could call it a day.

"Alright champ, good workout, you need to work on your breathing more though" Coach Park told Jungkook, hand hitting his shoulder as a goodbye, leaving him alone in the private gym room. It was now past midnight, and all Jungkook wanted to do was shower and fall into bed, that is until he heard noises from outside catching his attention. He wondered if it was Coach Park, but he knew that he never cleaned the gym this late at night.

His curiosity getting the better of him, Jungkook walked outside and analyzed the empty gym equipment in front of him, but there was no person in sight. Walking back in, Jungkook shakes his head and takes off his hairtie.

Finally, he reached the showers and took off his remaining clothes, putting the water on the coldest option. As he shivered under the cold water, he couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching him.

"Are you sure he's not here anymore?" Jimin asked, sounding unsure. "Yes, it's midnight Chim, who in their right mind would-" a cracking door caught both of your attention, making you hide behind the reception desk. You two watched as Jungkook looked around, having probably heard your bickering. When he finally walked back in, you cursed under your breath "shit". Jimin gave you an "I told you so" look, grabbed your hand, and pulled youf towards the front door.

Loosening yourself from his grip with wide eyes, you stare at him. "What are you doing?" You scolded. "Were leaving, Y/n this is crazy, if we get caught you'll look like a spycho bitch"

"You can leave," you scoff, "but I'm going to get that picture deleted off his phone," you say determinedly.

You walk straight to Jungkook's private boxing room with Jimin whining behind you as he follows. "You're lucky I feel cute in this," he says, referring to his outfit.

"Okay, listen," you say, turning to Jimin with a furrowed brow. "You're close with Hoseok, right?" You wait for a nod. "Good. Then go in and check his phone. I think Yeji said his pin was his birthday, 10997."

Jimin interrupts you with a laugh "dumbass", making you hit his chest. "What?" you ask, feeling a little defensive. "That's so obvious. Jungkook is actually stupid." Jimin continues to chuckle.

You hit him playfully and signal for him to stay quiet. "If he catches you, which he won't," you say, stopping him from interrupting you. "Just say that you thought Hoseok was here tonight."

Jimin gives you a look of disbelief, but eventually nods. "You're lucky I love you," he says teasingly before entering the room. You can't help but feel a little guilty for asking Jimin to do this, but you need to delete that picture.

Hoping that Jungkook would take his sweet time in the shower, you watch Jimin from outside the door.

You turn to Jimin and give him a thumbs up, urging him to continue looking for the chat.

Jimin fumbles with the phone, whisper-yelling at you to come help him. When you can still hear the sound of water running in the shower and you quickly jog to Jimin's side, looking down at the phone screen. "He doesn't even have my number saved in his phone," you huff, feeling a small piece of your pride falling away. Crushes can really make you feel the craziest things. "Okay, here it is. Delete it," you say nervously, watching as Jimin hits the 'delete' button just as you hear an unexpected sound from the bathroom.

"What the fuck"

Your heart races as you turn to look at a soaking wet, only in a towel wrapped, Jungkook.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?" Jungkook's voice boomed as he walked closer to you and snatched his phone from Jimin's grasp. You let out a whine as he came face to face with the chat and, well, your breasts.

His eyes widened as his mouth opened in shock, his gaze shifting from the picture to you. "What is this?" he asked, clearly confused, his brow furrowed as he played with his lip ring. You stumbled over your words, looking at Jimin for help, who was equally as confused.

When no one said anything for a while, Jimin decided to speak up. "Y/n accidentally sent you a nude, and now we're trying to delete it so you won't show it around, eventually ruining her life."

"Jimin!" You yelled out in shock, surprised that your best friend would expose you like this. Looking back up at Jungkook, you were close to tears, all of this was so embarrassing. "Why are you acting shocked anyway? It's not like you're seeing the picture for the first time," Jimin reasoned with Jungkook, who was still perplexed. Shaking his head, Jungkook cocked his head to the side. "It is, though. When did you even send this?" Jungkook turned to look back at his phone, his eyes lingering for a moment before he was jolted out of his concentration by you snatching the phone away from him, your fingers fumbling slightly as you worked quickly to delete the picture. You could feel his eyes on you the entire time, a weighty presence that made your stomach turn.

Finally, the picture was gone and you breathed a sigh of relief, your shoulders slumping slightly in relaxation. But even as you relaxed, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed and vulnerable.

You wished that you could take back the mistake, that you could erase the memory of that moment from both your mind and Jungkook's. But you knew that it was impossible, that you would have to deal with the humiliation and embarrassment that came with it.

"Are we in trouble?" Your quiet voice speaks up, barely audible. You look around the room, illuminated only by the flickering light, and try to make sense of your situation. You and Jungkook have known each other for over a decade now, and while you've shared many moments together, you've never actually talked more than 2 words to one another.

You can feel the weight of the silence between you, heavy with unspoken thoughts. You wonder if this moment could be the turning point that changes everything.

"Just leave"

"You're telling me that L/n Y/n sent you a pic of her tits?" Hoseok laughs in disbelief. "Damn man, you really got 'em lining up, huh?" he says, taking a sip of his drink before leaning back on Jungkook's couch. "That's crazy man," he adds, staring at Jungkook in disbelief.

Jungkook shakes his head, his mind still recovering from the incident that happened on Tuesday. He and you had known each other for years, but he had never seen you in a romantic way. He had always thought of you as his little sister's best friend, someone he occasionally saw on family dinners or his sisters sleepover parties. But when he received that picture of your amazing boobs, everything changed.

Suddenly, he began to see you in a new light, and he couldn't stop thinking about you. He wondered what other secrets you had, what other parts of your body were just waiting to be discovered. It was a dangerous game, he knew, but he couldn't help himself. He was hooked on the thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the forbidden.

"I don't know man," Jungkook admits, running a hand through his hair. "I've just never seen her as more than my little sister's best friend but now-" he trails off, throwing his head back in frustration. "Now I can't stop thinking about her."

Hoseok chuckles, shaking his head at Jungkook's predicament. "You're thinking with your dick, that's all," he says, taking another sip of his drink. "You're frustrated because all you've been doing is practicing, practicing, and practicing. You need to get laid, not a girlfriend. Trust me, it'll make all the difference."

“Coach says its good to have some pent-up tension for my upcoming fight, you know, so I can let it all out in the ring” Jungkook replies, lazily scrolling through his phone.

He'd been training for months for this fight, bettering his skills and studying his opponents.

“Do you do anything else than boxing? I feel like it's all you do” Hoseok crosses his arms, drink empty as he states at his friend. Jungkook chuckles, knowing that his friend had a point. While boxing was his main focus, he did make time for other hobbies and interests, such as playing video games and spending time with his family.

Jungkook took a sip of his drink, contemplating Hoseok's question. "Well, I do some running in the mornings to keep myself in shape. And I also do some weight lifting to build up my strength. But boxing is definitely my main focus right now. I want to be the best in my weight class, and that takes a lot of dedication."

Hoseok raised an eyebrow. "But don't you ever get bored of just doing one thing all the time? Maybe you should try mixing it up a bit, like I don't know, Actually enjoy life? When was the last time you went out to party, let alone had a girl."

Jungkook smiled. "Actually, I've been thinking about taking up martial arts as well." Hoseok nodded, rolling his eyes. "That's a great idea. Why dont you give up on life at this point." The irony was clear in his friends voice.

Jungkook grinned. "Apart from you, I actually have something I'm passionate about hyung, how's your job doing, huh?" Jungkook teases, knowing exactly how much his friend hated his 9-5 office job.

"Stop trying to change the topic, you know I'm just worried about you becoming some weirdo without any friends, what if you end up doing drugs"

As you lay down on Yeji's bed, you couldn't help but go on about how handsome and cute Jungkook is. Even though he's seen you naked, somehow seeing him this morning didn't feel awkward at all. It's possible that you were overthinking things after all.

Yeji, who was putting on chapstick next to you, immediately interjected, "I know damn well you're not talking about my disgusting brother right now." You both laughed at her comment before settling in for a much needed sleepover. As you browsed through Yeji's laptop, you stumbled upon a dating show that you both decided to watch.

The show was entertaining, but you couldn't help but daydream about Jungkook throughout.

The more you thought, the more you got the sense that you are still in the process of getting to know Jungkook. You wonder what it would be like to date him and whether he would make a sweet and affectionate boyfriend who would bring you flowers and chocolates. Or maybe he is more reserved when it comes to PDA and prefers not to show too much of it in public.

You wonder whether he would want you to come to his fights to cheer him on or whether he would prefer you to stay home. While you slowly realized that you didn't know much about Jungkook as you thought. Perhaps your initial attraction to him is based on just an idea or fantasy.

“Y/nnnn are you even watching the show?” your friend whines besides you, showing a handful of popcorn into her mouth. You smile, nodding as you focus your eyes and thoughts on the show.

Despite your appreciation for dating shows, your mind keeps drifting back to Jungkook. You wonder what he’s doing at the moment and if he’s thinking of you too. Maybe you can invite him to watch the show with you next time? No Y/n what are you even thinking.

In the meantime, you continue to enjoy the show and the company of your friend, occasionally sharing a laugh or a comment about what’s happening on screen.

"By the way," Yeji starts, looking up from her laptop and lowering the volume. "I've been meaning to ask you. Did you delete the picture from my brother's phone?" You feel a knot form in your stomach as you realize what she's asking. You remember Tuesday when you broke into the gym.

You had thought you had succeeded in deleting it, but now you're not so sure. What if somehow it's still on his phone?

Yeji looks at you expectantly, waiting for your response.

"I did" you tell her.

"Great, how did you do it?" she asks you, her eyes curious and full of wonder. She leans in, eager to hear every detail. "Did you ask him?" she asks, her curiosity peaked.

Swallowing you look anywhere but at her, "Jimin and I broke into the gym and took his phone while he was taking a shower"

"WHAT?!"

One reason why falling for your best friend's brother might be a bad idea is because it could potentially ruin the friendship. When you have romantic feelings towards someone, it can be difficult to continue to have a platonic relationship if those feelings are not reciprocated.

Yeah, no shit, you think as you scroll through wikihow, yes, you were that desperate.

Additionally, if a relationship with your best friend's brother were to end badly, it could create tension and awkwardness within your social circle. It's important to carefully consider the potential consequences before making any decisions.

Well, great, thanks for nothing.

You take a deep breath and shut your phone, feeling a sense of disappointment wash over you. As you look around your room, your eyes come to rest on a picture of Yeji and you at disneyland from 5 years ago, and your mind begins to wander.

You can't help but feel a sense of longing as you think about Jungkook again, your thoughts consumed by his handsome features and infectious smile. It's funny how a simple crush can have such a profound impact on one's daily life, filling even the most mundane moments with excitement and anticipation.

Excitement and anticipation, that will never lead to more than a quick 'hello' or 'bye'.

You have it bad for Jeon Jungkook, and there was just no right way to deal with it.

Jungkook stands in front of the punching bag, his gloves tight, and his muscles tense. Sweat drips down his forehead as he delivers punch after punch, his breathing heavy and laboured. As coach yells at him to go harder and faster, pushing him to his limits, Jungkook's frustration mounts as he feels like he's not making as much progress as he should be. Suddenly, the coach curses and leans against the big mirror. Jungkook can feel his heart rate increasing as he wonders what he's done wrong. "Jungkook, are you even trying?" the coach asks, his voice filled with warning.

"Of course I am," Jungkook snaps back, his temper starting to flare. He removes his boxing gloves and throws them on the ground in frustration. "I'm already much better than last week." Coach Park doesn't seem impressed. "You might be, but you're not better than yesterday or the day before, Jeon. You need to concentrate and push yourself if you want to see real progress. Don't be satisfied with just making a little bit of improvement." Jungkook takes a deep breath and nods his head. He knows the coach is right. He needs to focus on the present and work harder every day if he wants to reach his goals.

Jungkook begins to ponder about the things that have been causing him stress lately. One of these things is you. He wonders how it is that a simple picture could provoke such intense emotions within him. It wasn't just the picture itself, but the fact that he saw a vulnerable side of you that made his heart race.

He has always been told by his coaches over the years that there is no time for relationships when you are focused on your career. As a result, he has never really experienced a relationship in its fullest. He has slept around with various girls over the years, and he knows that he looks good. But he has never caught feelings for someone in the way that he has for you.

Were you the first person to make him feel this way? Perhaps it is the way you smile or the way you laugh that has captured his heart. Maybe it is the way you look at him or the way you support him when you go to his matches with his sister. Whatever it is, the thought of you fills him with a sense of longing and desire that he cannot ignore.

With Quick Hits, Jungkook seems to have found his rhythm again. His hits were getting harder and faster, unintentionally breaking the punching bag, causing it to fall to the ground. Coach Park was thrilled with his performance, and instead of scolding him, he clapped in pride. "Now that's how I want to see you in the ring next week, Jeon. No slacking. Just think with your fists and muscles." Jungkook smiled, nodding grateful for the praise. He had been working hard to get back into the groove, and it seemed like it was finally paying off. As he wiped the sweat off his forehead, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. After all, he had his sights set on the championship, and he wasn't going to let anything get in his way.

Not even a stupid crush

“You want me to come?” You ask, unsure of whether or not you want to attend Yeji's brother's match tonight. “Yes,” Yeji replies, looking at herself in the mirror as she gets ready. “Hoseok is gonna be there and I want to sit next to him,” she wiggles her eyebrows, making you laugh. You know that Yeji has had the biggest crush on her brother's best friend for ages now, and it's finally time for her to make a move. As you stand beside her, looking at yourself through the mirror, you ask, “So, what should I wear?” Yeji furrows her brows. “Since when do you care? Usually, you just put on some jeans and a shirt and call it a day.”

You panic for a moment, not wanting to appear too eager. “Uh, yeah, I mean, I don't know why I asked,” you awkwardly laugh. But then you think of an idea, “Actually, I was thinking of wearing a skirt and top tonight. What do you think?” Yeji's face lights up, “Yes! You should definitely wear a skirt! I have the perfect one for you!” She runs over to her closet and pulls out a beautiful, flowy miniskirt that perfectly matches your figure.

As Yeji begins to work on your hair and makeup, skillfully transforming you into a vision of beauty, you feel yourself relax under her expert touch, and the tension of the though of seeing Jungkook tonight begins to melt away.

As you look at yourself in the mirror, you can't help but feel a surge of confidence and self-assurance.

When you arrive at the match, Hoseok's eyes widen in surprise at the sight of you two. You catch his gaze and smile, nodding your head to Yeji and mouthing a "She's all yours" before disappearing to find your seats which were front row. You feel more confident than you have in a long time.

As you sit down on the cold, hard bleachers, you spot Jungkook talking animatedly to his coach not far from where you're seated. When your gaze meets from across the gym, he waves at you enthusiastically, a wide grin spreading across his face. You're shocked that he'd even acknowledge you in this way, but you find yourself waving back and smiling in return despite your surprise.

“Hey Y/n, didn't know you were coming to the fight today!” Jungkook speaks up, walking over from in front of you and startling you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, sorry you scared me,” you laugh sheepishly in response, hoping the heat rising in your cheeks isn't too noticeable. “Yeah, Yeji dragged me here to watch the game. It's not like it's my first time attending anyway, though,” you shrug nonchalantly, trying to make your smile appear more genuine and relaxed than you feel on the inside.

You're not sure why you feel the need to clarify that this isn't your first time watching one of his fights. Maybe you just want him to know that you do support him, even if you're not always able to attend. Either way, you hope he can't sense how flustered he's made you with such a simple greeting and question.

“That's true,” he laughs nervously, brushing his hair back as he avoids eye contact with you for a second. Clearing his throat loudly, he looks around anxiously at the full arena and then back at you. “So,” he starts hesitantly, “Are you excited? I'm really nervous if I'm being totally honest.”

Was Jeon Jungkook seriously trying to make awkward small talk with you right now?

You couldn't help thinking about the uncomfortable incident from last week; maybe he felt guilty and was trying to alleviate the tension between you two. “Um, listen, Jungkook,” you begin, “if this is about last week, I sincerely apologize for making things weird-” “No, not at all!” He interrupts you hastily. “I just wanted to, you know, chat. We haven't really talked in a while, and I thought it might be nice to catch up?” catch up?

He pauses and scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “I feel like things have been kind of strange between us recently, and I don't want it to be that way.” Your heart softens at his words. Maybe you had misjudged his intentions; it seemed he genuinely just wanted to put the awkwardness behind you.

You offer him a small, reassuring smile. “okay, friends?” you hold out your hand in a gesture of reconciliation. He grins, looking visibly relieved, and grips your hand eagerly. “Friends.” The tension evaporates, and for the first time in a long while, you feel completely at ease talking with your best friend's brother.

Looking around the boxing arena, Jungkook's eyes scan the area for his coach, who was supposed to help him put on his gloves. However, he couldn't seem to find him anywhere. With a hint of desperation in his voice, he turns to you and hesitantly asks for a favor. "Hey, would you be able to help me out?" he asks, his eyes filled with hope. You nod, curious about what he needs help with. "I need someone to tighten my boxing gloves for me so they don't slip off when I'm fighting," he explains. "Do you think you could come to my dressing room and help me out real quick?-" he asks, interrupting himself to ensure that he isn't imposing on your time. "Only if that's okay with you" You agree, and he leads you to his dressing room, where you help him with his gloves.

As you work on getting the gloves on, your mind can't help but drift to the closeness of Jungkook's strong body. You notice how his breath quickenes when you touch his hand, and you can't help but feel drawn to him.

You're about to leave when suddenly, Coach Park enters the dressing room, eyeing the two of you suspiciously. "Jeon, you're on in 5 minutes," he says before leaving. "Well, good luck, I guess." You give him a tight smile and turn to leave, but Jungkook grabs your arm and pulls you close.

Confused by his own actions, Jungkook stares at you for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed in contemplation. He seems lost in thought, as if trying to come to a decision. Finally, he leans in, his eyes flickering with emotion, and presses his lips to yours. It's a gentle, tentative kiss at first, but soon becomes more passionate. You feel the wetness of his lips as they move in sync with yours, and the slight pressure of his lip piercing against your skin.

Your heart begins to race as you realize the depth of your feelings for him and the intensity of the moment. As you pull away, you can't help but wonder what this would mean in your relationship. If there was one in the first place.

When Jungkook pulls away, he locks eyes with you, his brows knitted as he processes what just happened. But just as suddenly as he kissed you, he disappears.

As you stood alone in Jungkook's dressing room, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, you were still reeling from the kiss that had just taken place, your cheeks flushed and your heart racing. On the other hand, you were anxious about what would happen next, unsure of what his next move would be.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you tried to make sense of your feelings. Why had Jungkook kissed you? Was it just a ploy to distract him from the nervousness because of the fight? Or was there something more there? Despite your confusion, you couldn't deny the spark that had been ignited between you and Jungkook. It was as if the kiss had unlocked something more inside of you.

Jungkook ended up winning the fight, not only because of his exceptional fighting skills but also because of his sharp instincts and quick reflexes. The adrenaline rush from the kiss may have given him an extra boost of energy and motivation to come out on top.

Jungkook exhaled a deep breath and sluggishly made his way to the bathroom, feeling utterly exhausted from the intense fight. As he undressed himself, he couldn't help but notice the sweat on his body and hair.

Stepping into the shower, letting the warm water cascade down his skin, soothing his aching muscles, the fight had taken a toll on his body, but that wasn't the only thing that was bothering him. The kiss he had shared with you had left a deep impression on him, making him realize that there was something special between you two.

He lathered his hair with shampoo, humming a tune to himself, lost in his thoughts. The sensation of the water running down his body was comforting, and he took his time to savour the moment. Closing his eyes and letting his mind wander, he imagined what it would be like to spend more time with you.

As he stepped out of the shower, he couldn't help but think of only one thing, you.

Yeji ended up going home with Hoseok, entrusting you with the keys to her car so that you could drive to her house and get the remainder of your belongings before returning home. As you drove, the music from the radio gradually faded into the background. You couldn't help but smile to yourself as you thought about the wonderful night you had.

Once you arrived at Yeji's house, you used your spare keys to let yourself in and made your way to her room. The familiar scent of Yeji's perfume greeted you as you walked down the hallway. You looked around the house, admiring the pictures of Yeji's family and the cozy decorations that made the place feel like home.

Along the way, you couldn't help but overhear Jungkook humming in the shower. The sound sent shivers down your spine, as the last thing you wanted was to encounter him after what had happened.

You tried to ignore the sound and continued walking. As you quickly gathered your belongings, you suddenly found yourself face-to-face with Jeon Jungkook.

Your heart raced as you tried to keep your composure, but his piercing gaze made it difficult. You could feel the tension in the air, and you knew that you had to get out of there as soon as possible.

"Hey, Y/n," he says with a laugh. "So is sneaking into places your new hobby or...?" You smile and raise your hands in defeat. "Just here to get my stuff. Yeji left with Hoseok."

Jungkook doesn't seem to want to let you go just yet. Grabbing your hand just as you were about to leave "Y/n, about that kiss earlier..." he starts, but before he can finish, you interrupt him. You don't want to get any more embarrassed than you already are. "It's fine," you say, trying to sound nonchalant. "It was in the heat of the moment. Don't worry, I already forgot about it." Despite your attempt to brush off the situation, you can't help but feel a sense of awkwardness between the two of you. You stand there, waiting for him to say something else, hoping for the best. But when nothing comes, you give him a tight-lipped smile and leave.

He whispered, "y/n," but you were no longer there to answer. He rubbed his hands over his head in frustration, sighing deeply as he made his way to his bed.

Lying down, Jungkook tried to find comfort in the embrace of slumber, but it was no use. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of you and the events that had led up to this moment. He couldn't help but replay the kiss in his head, trying to find a way to make things right. As the hours ticked by, he tossed and turned.

Would you come back to him? Was there anything he could do to win you over? These questions plagued him until the sun began to rise, and he knew that he had to face another day without having you by his side.

"Good morning sunshine,” Jimin said with a smile as he walked into the coffee shop where you worked. Ordering a large latte, he sat down near the counter so he could talk to you as you worked.

“So, Mr. ‘no brain cells’ won yesterday's fight, huh?” Jimin said, taking a sip of his coffee. You nodded and continued taking another customer's order as Jimin watched you. After a few minutes of small talk, Jimin noticed that something was bothering you.

“Something's wrong. Tell me what's wrong,” he urged, concerned. You hesitated for a moment, but then decided to tell him.

"I think I kissed Jungkook"

Jimin's eyes widened, and he nearly choked on his coffee. “You think?!” You rolled your eyes at his dramatic reaction. “No, we kissed,” you said, clarifying the situation. Jimin was surprised, but he listened as you told him more about what had happened.

You went on to describe the events of the previous night, how you had gone to Jungkook's dressing room to help him out ended up kissing him—well he kissed you.

You were surprised, but at the same time, it felt right. As you recounted the details to Jimin, you realized that you were still processing your feelings about what had happened. You weren't sure what it meant for your relationship with Jungkook or even what it meant for yourself. Jimin listened patiently, offering words of support and encouragement.

“I mean isn't it good? That you guys kissed? It means that Jungkook likes you in some way” Jimin encourages, but you shake your head. Although you enjoyed the kiss, you are still uncertain about Jungkook's true feelings. Perhaps, he was just confused and did not want to hurt your feelings. You continue to ponder the situation as you take another customer's order.

You wonder if you should talk to Jungkook and ask him about his intentions. Would it be awkward to bring it up?

“So he kisses you to let out his frustration? Y/n come on, he liked you!” Jimin insists, trying to convince you that Jungkook's feelings are genuine. You can't help but wonder if Jimin is right. Could it be possible that Jungkook was interested in you?

Maybe you should observe how Jungkook behaves around you in the future. As you continue working, your mind keeps drifting back to the kiss. It was sweet and unexpected. Maybe you should kiss Jungkook again and see how he reacts. But what if he doesn't feel the same way? You don't want to ruin your friendship or whatever it is that you have with him. You decide to take it slow and be patient. Time will tell if Jungkook has any romantic interest in you.

Hoseok and Jungkook were at the gym, getting ready for their workout. As they were stretching, Hoseok decided to tease Jungkook by saying, "I kissed your sister yesterday."

Jungkook groaned, "Dude, don't tell me that stuff. It's disgusting." not amused. Feeling a bit awkward, he couldn't help but look away. As he turned to the mirror to distract himself, he thought about how much he had been working out lately. He flexed his muscles, admiring the definition that was starting to show. It was hard work, but he knew it was worth it to reach his fitness goals.

Knowing that Jimin had already spilled the beans, Hoseok asked Jungkook if there was anything he wanted to share. Jungkook only shrugged and replied, "No, everything's cool." However, Hoseok wasn't convinced and probed further, "Are you sure? You didn't kiss anyone, too?"

Jungkook's head snapped around, his eyes wide with surprise. "Who told you?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of suspicion. It was clear that he was not expecting anyone to know about what had happened.

"Jimin"

"Listen dude, you obviously like her, why not go for it” Hoseok asks, frustrated with his best friend. Sighing, Jungkook looks down, "It's not that easy. If I let myself be vulnerable, then I can kiss my career goodbye. I have worked so hard to get where I am, and I don't want to jeopardize it just because of a girl."

Hoseok nods understandingly, "I get it, but think about it this way, having someone who supports you can actually help your career. She can be your rock and your motivation, someone who understands the struggle and is there to help you get through it. Besides, having a girlfriend or a partner is not a hindrance to success."

"it can even improve your overall well-being and happiness, man, which can benefit to better performance in your career." He finishes

Jungkook thinks about it for a moment, picking up the heaviest weight he can find, "You have a point there, but I still don't know if I'm ready for a relationship." Hoseok pats his back, "Take your time, but don't close yourself off to the possibility. You never know. She might be the one."

As you dance around your apartment with music playing on your laptop, life's weirdness starts to catch up with you. You're aware that you need to get back on track with college, but right now, you need to focus on yourself.

After a long day of work, you decide to treat yourself to some relaxation by taking a warm bath. You light a few candles and pour yourself a glass of your favorite red wine to set the mood. You happily soak in the tub while enjoying the soothing sounds of Taylor Swift's music playing from your speakers. As you begin to unwind and let your thoughts wander, you hear a series of knocks on your front door, which startles you out of your calm state.

At first, you considered ignoring it, thinking it might just be the neighbour's kids playing "knock, knock, ginger." But when the knocking persists, you quickly wrap yourself in your bathrobe and make your way to the door, wondering who could be visiting you at this time of the evening.

To your surprise, it's Jungkook standing there with an intense look on his face.

"I can't stop thinking about it,"

"I- Jungkook what are doing here” you whisper, covering yourself up more with the robe as you stare at the older. Jungkook steps closer, his eyes full of emotion. "The kiss, I can't stop thinking about it," he repeats, clarifying your confusion. You shake your head, trying to comprehend what he's saying. “Why? I thought-"

"I don't know what you thought, but it's all wrong. You got the wrong idea," he interrupts, looking down. He takes a deep breath and continues, "I didn't kiss you because I wanted to distress. I kissed you because I couldn't resist the urge to feel your lips on mine."

You still don't know what to say, but you feel a sense of relief wash over you as you realize that he doesn't regret the kiss. "So, what now?" you ask, hoping that this isn't the end of whatever it is that you both share. "I don't know," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I do know that I want to be with you-"

Jungkook's face fell as you interrupted him in the middle of his sentence. You could see the confusion and disappointment in his eyes as he tried to understand why you were stopping him from speaking. It was clear that he had been about to say something important, something that he felt needed to be said.

You knew what he was going to say, and you couldn't let him do it. You knew that it would only lead to trouble, and you couldn't bear the thought of losing your best friend, who happened to be Jungkook's sister. But as you looked at Jungkook, you could see the pain in his eyes, and you knew that you had hurt him.

You felt tongue-tied, unable to articulate your thoughts. Finally, you spoke up, trying to ease the tension. "I'm sorry, Jungkook. I didn't mean to upset you. It's just that...well, you know-"

His brows furrow now, tongue playing with his piercing as he stares at you. You can feel the tension between the two of you. "Fuck I knew this was a bad idea," he mutters, turning to leave. You feel a pang of regret as you watch him walk back to his car. You know you have hurt him, and you also know that he might never come back. "Jungkook," you say, watching him walk away, but it was too late, he was gone. As you stand there, you know that this is not the end of it. You will have to face him again.

The following day, Jungkook was still feeling restless as he trained. His fists pounded against the punching bag with an intensity that left indents in the material. He couldn't shake off his frustration and confusion. After all, you had reciprocated the kiss, so why were you suddenly pushing him away?

He wondered if the age difference between you was causing a problem, but that seemed unlikely given that it was only a 2-year gap. You had mentioned that his sister was the issue and that you didn't want to lose her. Jungkook understood your concern, but he wasn't going to let that happen in the first place.

As he thought about all of this, Coach Park's voice suddenly broke through his thoughts. "Jungkook, concentrate! You're using the wrong technique," he said sternly.

As he tried to refocus his attention on his training, his mind kept drifting back to you. He wondered if there was anything he could say or do to convince you to give him a chance. Maybe if he showed you how much he cared for you, you would see that his feelings were genuine.

He was determined to make things work between the two of you, no matter what obstacles stood in their way.

“Your next fight against Seo is in only 2 weeks and you're still on the same level as last week” Coach Park yelled, “focus Jungkook! Focus!”.

Jungkook could feel the pressure mounting as the fight approached. He had been training tirelessly for weeks, and yet he couldn't seem to improve. He knew he had to give it his all, but the fear of losing weighed heavily on him.

With frustration and anger, Jungkook pulled off his boxing gloves and threw them at the floor, leaving a big hole. He was tired and felt like he was hitting a wall. He had been pushing himself to the limit every day, but it seemed like he couldn't get any better. The stress of losing you was starting to get to him, and he couldn't help but feel like he was about to crack.

“Fuck this! I'm taking a day off” he swore, leaving his trainer perplexed. Jungkook knew he needed to clear his mind and take a break from the endless grind of training. He needed to find a way to get his head back in the game and come back stronger than ever before. He needed you.

As Yeji applied her makeup and got ready for her date with Hoseok, she couldn't help but tease you about your lack of a love life. "Go out and have some fun," she suggested, giving you a playful nudge. You declined, insisting that you were fine, but Yeji wasn't convinced. "Why not try dating around a bit?" she pressed. "It couldn't hurt to put yourself out there." She went on.

"Do you still have that crush on my brother? You should go out"

"You two have been so tense lately," she observed, making a face. "But seriously, you need to take a break from all the work and studying. Maybe try a new hobby or explore a new part of the city. Life is too short to spend all your time cooped up in the library!”.

You take a deep breath and nod, realizing she might be right. You've been so focused on your studies and work that you haven't had much time for anything else. Maybe it's time to try something new, something that could help you relax and find some balance in your life.

But as Yeji brings up the topic of your being lonely, you feel a pang of discomfort. It's true that you don't have much experience, and you often find yourself spending long hours alone in the library, but you've never really thought about it as being lonely. You've always been introverted and independent, and you've never felt the need to have a lot of people around you. But Yeji's question makes you wonder if you're missing out on something, if there's a whole world of experiences you're not having because you're too used to being alone.

You smile weakly at her, not quite sure how to respond. Maybe it's time to open yourself up to new people and new experiences. Maybe it's time to take a chance and see what life has to offer beyond the walls of the library.

You completely brush off her suggestion of dating her brother, even though she was well aware of your secret crush with him - she had been your closest friend for as long as you could remember, after all. But you had yet to tell in her about the kiss you had shared with Jungkook just before the fight.

“I really should be on my way, I have to head into work in an hour,” you tell her, embracing her tightly before heading for the door.

The café was rather empty today, giving you time to relax and do nothing but daydream. You gazed outside the window, watching the birds playing around in the trees, the sun rays shining down on the green leaves.

The radio music was playing in the background as you cleaned the coffee machine, humming along. Suddenly, the opening of the door interrupted your relaxation, making you look up to find the person you didn't want to see at this moment. Jungkook.

Your heart raced as you tried to keep your cool. “Jungkook, what are you doing here?” You sighed, watching as he panted heavily. “I need to talk to you, now”. You shook your head, “I can't, I'm working-”. “Just 2 minutes, please” he begged, with a look of desperation in his eyes.

You hesitated for a moment, torn between your work and your feelings for him. Finally, you gave in and walked to a quiet corner of the cafe where you could talk.

Your heart thumped in your chest as you struggled to maintain your composure. “Jungkook, what are you doing here?” you asked with a sigh, observing as he gasped for air. “I need to speak with you, immediately,” he said.

You shook your head, torn between your responsibilities at work and your deep affection for him. “I can’t. I’m in the middle of my shift,” you replied, despite the urge to drop everything for him.

“Just two minutes, please,” he begged, his eyes conveying a sense of desperation and longing that made your knees weak.

You hesitated, conflicted by your duties and your feelings. Eventually, you gave in to your heart and led him to a quiet corner of the cafe where you could have a private conversation.

As much as you wanted to deny him, you knew that you would always make time for Jungkook, no matter what else was demanding your attention. He had a hold on you that you couldn’t break, even if you tried.

“I can't stop thinking of you-” he starts, his eyes burning into your soul as he speaks with an intensity you've never seen before. “and before you say anything, I just need you to hear me out.” He pleads. “Ever since that kiss, I haven't been able to get you off my mind. I don't know how or why, but everything changed in that moment. I can't focus, I'm distracted from my training, and all I can think about, all I want, is you.” He continues, his words flowing quickly.

“You've consumed every thought I have, and I find myself dreaming of your smile, replaying that kiss over and over. I know this is crazy and we barely talk to each other, but I've never felt this way about anyone. Because you're all I think about now, and I don't ever want to stop.”

His eyes search yours, looking for a sign that you feel the same way about him. “Say something, anything,” he pleads, his heart on the line. Your eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, meet his gaze full of hope and love. You feel overwhelmed with emotion, as if you are about to burst with feelings you have never experienced before.

You take a deep breath and try to gather your thoughts, willing your tongue to move. You feel like you are in a dream. You look at him once more, taking in every detail of his face, from the curve of his lips to the glint in his doe eyes.

Finally, you speak, your voice barely above a whisper. “Jungkook,” you say, “you have no idea how much I care about you." You pause, taking in his stunned expression. “I don't know where this will lead us," You take his hand, feeling his warmth seep into your skin. “I want to be with you, Jungkook,” you say, your heart swelling with affection.

“Will you let me?” he asks. "Will you let me be your boyfriend?"

"Looking great, babe," Jungkook comments as you walk into his private room at the gym wearing his hoodie, which he insists looks better on you. "I thought I was late and you had already started," you sigh, gripping his shirt as you pull him down to give him a kiss.

"Nah, I needed to wait for my girl to come watch me," he winks, earning a gag from Yeji who was right behind the two of you. "Yeez, get a room. You guys are disgusting," she teases.

Raising an eyebrow, you turn to look at her. "I remember you being the one to hook up with Hoseok in the bathroom while I was in your room last week," you say with a smirk.

“Okay guys, gotta run, Hoseoks waiting outside for me, see you later” and gone was Yeji, leaving you all alone with Jungkook. You looked up at him, admiring his strong build and the way his muscles flexed as he moved. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that this was your boyfriend, and that he was so dedicated to his fitness and training.

“So..” you start, hugging his arm as you look up at him with only love in your eyes. You felt safe and secure in his presence, and you knew that he felt the same way about you. “So what?” he asks, pecking your nose as he makes his way to the punching bag, giving it a few light hits.

You watch as he begins to warm up, stretching and working out his muscles before diving into his routine.

As you watch him train, you feel a sense of excitement building within you. It's the first time he's letting you watch him train, and you can't wait to see what he's been working on. He knows that you'll be proud of him, just as he is proud of you.

Jungkook has always been a fitness enthusiast. And you have always admired his dedication to fitness. Recently, you have been able to observe him more closely during his workouts, and you can't help but feel excited about it.

You cheer when Jungkook finishes his first set, and he acknowledges you with a small but shy smile. You offer him a bottle of water and kiss him on the cheek, complimenting him on his amazing performance. "Wow," you say, "that was really impressive. You're going to have to teach me how to do that sometime!" Your boyfriend shakes his head and laughs. "You want to fight against Jeon Jungkook?" he asks incredulously, referring to himself. "He's a 10-time gold medal winner, you know." Despite his teasing, you remain determined. "I don't care," you say, hitting his chest playfully. "I bet I could beat you if I had some training." Jungkook smiles at your enthusiasm and agrees to teach you some basic moves later.

The day seems to pass quickly, and before you know it, Jungkook is already walking you home. You both chat about how the day went, the things that you've been up to and as you reach your doorstep, you feel a slight disappointment that your time together is already over. You ask Jungkook if he wants to come in but he shakes his head "gotta shower" he declines.

"Hey, you can always shower at my place," you say, unsure of how he would react. Jungkook seems to consider it for a moment before he smirks and walks closer squeezing your ass, teasing, "You want to take a shower with me, huh?"

You laugh and blush, feeling a little embarrassed. "I never said that," you protest, but both of you know that's exactly what you want.

You find yourself seated on the bleachers, watching Jungkook hit a guy you don't remember the name off repeatedly in the ring. He was doing amazingly, every hit being though out to perfection. With each punch thrown, the crowd roared with excitement. You could feel the energy in the air, electrifying and contagious. You couldn't help but cheer for Jungkook as he landed another punch, and another, and another.

Finally, after months of hard work and preparation, the moment had finally arrived. The crowd was on the edge of their seats. All eyes were on the competitors, and the tension was high as they waited for the announcement of the winner.

As the announcer counted down, the fighters held their breath, waiting for the moment they had been working towards. When the announcement finally came, the crowd erupted into cheers, and the winner, Jeon Jungkook, was lifted up on the shoulders of his supporters.

It was a moment of triumph, not just for Jungkook, but for everyone who had supported him along the way. His hard work and dedication had paid off, and he had achieved something truly remarkable. The National Seoul Championship 2023 would always be remembered as the moment that Jeon Jungkook proved himself to be a true champion.

You couldn't believe it. Tears welled up in your eyes as you watched your boyfriend, the champion, stand victorious in the ring. You ran up to him, your heart overflowing with joy and pride, and hugged him tightly. His bare chest, coated with sweat, pressed against yours as you congratulated him and gave him as many kisses as you could.

As he held the almost 4-foot trophy in his hand, Jungkook hugged you back, his smile never leaving his face. “We did it,” he breathed out against your lips, “No Jungkook, you did it,” you corrected him, pecking his lips. Shaking his head, Jungkook laughed. “I wouldn't be here without you,” he said, his eyes filled with love and gratitude.

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number 7; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 3k

rating: 18+

genre: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother’s best friend, college!au

warnings: v jelly googie 😐, brat oc & brat tamer jk !! 🫢, mirror sex, overstimulation, possessiveness, squirting, dirty talk, marking, they love bickering, cum eating, spanks, jaykay's lowkey a simp <3, taking kinda? naughty pictures 😋, choking, tummy bulging, size kink, name calling

summary: pov: your jealous fuck buddy pounds you in his jersey.

a/n: i couldn't resist 👩🏻‍💻 m tew obsessed w him what can i say ✋🏼

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You don’t know how exactly this situation unfurled.

It just kind of happened.

One minute you were on your way to Jungkook’s shabby dorm, padding briskly across the dim campus to fetch your journal that you accidentally misplaced in his apartment – and the next, Jungkook is fucking you in front of his mirror while you are clad in nothing but his jersey.

The correlation between your initial ambition and your current circumstance is a tiny mix of fragmented thoughts in your mind as Jungkook unceasingly thrusts into you.

You just wanted your journal back.

But Jungkook gave you his dick instead.

His oversized jersey swallows your body. He has the soft material tightly bundled in his hand at your lower back.

“God, Jungkook.”

His cock stretches your cunt deliciously, rutting into you with full force.

Your palms are placed on Jungkook’s fully-body mirror, and you feel partly guilty for dirtying it with your fingerprints. But it’s not like either of you genuinely care about producing a mess the way Jungkook fiercely pounds into you from behind. You both are destined to create a mess when you’re together.

Your eyes meet in the mirror. “Look at yourself,” Jungkook rasps. His palm smooths over your clothed back, pulling your hair to the side to get a clearer view of the imprint.

Jeon Jungkook. 7.

Seeing you in in his jersey sprouted carnal desire in Jungkook, something plainly self-indulgent. It dwindled his freshly blossomed possessiveness from recent events but made his need for you grow even bigger.

“Such a filthy girl, aren’t you?” He returns your stare in the mirror, mussed bangs fluttering over his forehead.

“Harder, Jungkook,” you demand breathlessly.

“What’s the word?” You see his eyebrow twitch slightly in the mirror.

“Please - please fuck me harder, Jungkook.”

His hands are firmly anchored in your hips and he changes his lunges to sharper, rougher ones. Your heartbeat roars in your ears, legs trembling as his length is deeply sheathed inside, his tip kissing places that elicit the softest whines from you.

“You like this, don’t you?” His big hand snakes around your throat. “Like getting fucked like a slut?”

The pads of his fingers press into you and your eyes blur. Just the sight of his inked hand on your throat makes your pussy squeeze his cock, the giddiness flourishing everywhere, reaching your fingertips and bringing tears to your eyes.

“Pretty princess loves to get fucked like a slut, hm?” he whispers.

“Yes, yes I do – fuck.”

His hushed, dirty words kindle the tingle in your tummy and you fall apart beneath him, a sniffled moan scurrying past your lips.

A dark scoff hits the base of your neck. “That’s a good girl.” He plants the tiniest kiss on your shoulder, releasing your throat from his grip. “Always so good.”

Jungkook draws you into his arms, moving to his bed with you.

“On your back,” he instructs, pushing you down on his bed.

You get comfortable on his soft duvet, legs spread. Jungkook’s hand is braced at the back of your thigh. He eases his cock back into you, tongue darting out as your tight walls enclose him again.

He tugs the jersey up, staring at the way he vanishes between your velvety pussylips, your tummy bulging when he bottoms out. Jungkook moves leisurely, the way he moves his hips so sinful and practised, the thin curb chain in silver he is wearing dangles over your face.

“Pretty,” you chunter. You reach out and play with it a little as Jungkook places his palm on your tummy with a little pressure. “Mhmm, Jungkook.” Your toes curl in pleasure and he smirks, giving your knee a tiny peck. “You’re so big,” you slur.

“Your little pussy takes me so well,” he praises. His hand disappears under his jersey, and he palms your supple breast. Your tiny nub pops out when Jungkook pinches and plays with it.

You choke on a gasp. Your legs impulsively wrap around him to drag him closer.

“Mine.” Jungkook’s fierce eyes trail down your body. “All mine.”

A sprinkle of playfulness sets on your face. “You’re still jealous because of Chanyeol?”

A day has passed since the kiss cam made Chanyeol and you kiss. You weren’t able to see Jungkook after the game because his team went out for dinner after their win.

As usual Taehyung invited you, but you declined. The way your brother spoke to you with cold eyes was reason enough to stay home instead. Jungkook was following your little conversation from the back, his secret glances prickling your skin.

When Taehyung came back home, he didn’t waste a second to reprimand you. As soon as he stepped into the living room, he interrupted your Sims 4 gameplay, rudely disregarding the reality tv show that was blasting on tv, with his annoying nagging and unnecessary enquiries.

He even dared to ask is Chanyeol your boyfriend? And you wanted to answer yes just to annoy him.

But you also wanted to resume building a house for your Sims family and watch your reality tv show in peace, so you grimaced, a harsh no rolling off your tongue.

Jungkook’s tongue pokes his cheek. “ ‘m not,” he denies, thrusts turning keener.

“Sure you’re not.” The pad of your fingers trickle along his broad front. “Chanyeol-” His name leaves your mouth as a moan when Jungkook pounds into you deep, his cock reaching spots that make you breathless for a moment. “Chanyeol is a good kisser.”

“He can have your mouth.” Jungkook’s leans down, shadowy eyes staring straight into yours. You inhale shakily. “He can have a little kiss.” His tone is tinted with mockery, combined with a condescending undercurrent. “But your pussy,” – Jungkook lifts your chin with his thumb – “is mine.”

Your heart beats abnormally in your chest.

“Prove it.”

Jungkook is not in the least swayed by your provocation. He’s become used to it by now.

His brow twitches, the challenge twinkling in his eyes. Jungkook stops, his hand is on the curve of your hip, demanding you to flip over.

“Ass up.” He tugs your ass up in the air. His palm rests on the back of your head. “Face down.”

There’s nothing that makes you heart flutter more than sparking the fire in Jungkook.

He squeezes his cock between your plush pussylips. A forceful push of his hips coaxes a whiny moan from you.

“Prove it?” Jungkook ridicules you. “Fucking take it then.”

His hips clash against your body and you nuzzle your face deep into the pillow as a cry flies past your lips. Jungkook pounds you into his mattress, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.

He eyes keep wandering to his name printed on the jersey. Your tiny, stunning body swathed in what belongs to him. It reminds him that you want this just as badly as he does – that you keep coming back to him because you want to be with him as much as he wants to be with you. That you can’t get enough of his cock as he can’t from your pussy. That you keep this secret arrangement going because neither of you is ready to let go.

And Jungkook makes sure it remains that way by fucking you the way he knows you will inevitably cum around his cock.

“Always so naughty, so bratty,” he spits, striking your ass. “You wanna act like a brat?” He smacks you again, harder. “Then you’re getting fucked like one.”

Jungkook wears a frown on his face. The wet sounds of his cock ruining your pussy spurs him on. His skin slaps against yours, creating obscene sounds that are one of Jungkook’s favourites.

After wetting his thumb with his spit, he dips his pad into your other hole, just to tease a little. You wriggle beneath him, whiny sounds erupting from you.

“Let me tease,” he shushes, spitting on your puckered hole and circling his thumb over it. “Gonna fuck your ass the next time you behave like a fucking brat.”

“God,” you mutter into the pillow.

“You’d love that wouldn’t you?” Jungkook removes his finger just when you started relaxing, earning a prolonged whimper from you. “You’re not the only one who gets to tease, princess.” Jungkook feels your walls clamp together. He hisses at your tight pussy, swallowing his own desire to fill you up and focusing on you instead.

“G-gonna cum. Fuck – I’m so close.”

“That’s what I thought.” His voice is dripping in contempt, but that’s exactly what prompts you to reach your high like a whirlwind. “Moan my fucking name when you cum.”

“Jungkook.” You meekly whine his name, heavy puffs hit the pillow as the feeling in your tummy expands into your entire body.

“Good girl.” His saccharine lilt dispels your drowsiness, gently drawing you back to reality.

Jungkook withdraws his cock from your clenching walls. You complain in a sulky grumble at the loss.

You lift your head and crane your neck around.

His doe eyes shimmer in a way that you can’t quite pinpoint. Before you can ask him, Jungkook spreads your cheek apart with one hand, his other plunging two fingers inside your soft pussy.

Your head plops down again as a shrill squeak springs from your chest.

“I’m not done with you yet.” His fingers are fast, unyielding. “You’re gonna cum again for me.”

“Too much.”

“Yeah? Too much?” Mock sympathy bleeds from his voice. The pad of his fingers rub over your sensitive spot. “I know you can take it,” Jungkook says. “I know my pussy can take it.”

Your fingers claw at the pillow beneath your face, muffled mewls flying across your lips. He gets you to the point of losing yourself in another climax fast, his deft fingers know precisely how to move inside you, how to get your walls spasm around them as the feeling builds up in your tummy.

“Huh, princess?” His other hand delivers a teasing spank on your ass. “You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you? Always so greedy.”

You want to say no I’m not gonna cum, want to act bratty again just because, but your head answers his taunting question with little, desperate yeses like a mantra.

The muscles in your belly contract when everything in your body begins to tingle. You tremble, pussy pulsating from the sensitivity. It’s so intense your hands hurt from gripping the pillow for dear life. The sounds in the room are nasty, so wet. More prominent than usual.

You are frazzled, a quivering mess lying limply on his rustled sheets.

Jungkook’s fingers are still sheathed between your fluttering walls, but his movements have stopped. “Fuck, princess,” he says with wonder. “You squirted everywhere.”

Your perplexity wins over your need to catch your breath and you turn your head, blinking in confusion. “I did what?”

“Squirted,” he curtly repeats in a mumble, popping his fingers into his mouth to lick them clean.

It has happened before, just very rarely. But every time you have, Jungkook eyes sparkled in a lustful and dreamy way – like right now.

“Was that good, huh?” He ribs, lips curving up into a smirk.

With a tired sigh, your cheek meets the cushiony pillow. You mumble something incoherent.

Jungkook stoops down. His hand brushes over your hair, smoothing some flyaways that sprouted from your wriggling.

“Don’t underestimate me.” His voice is low, eliciting tingles on your skin, but the kiss he plants on your cheek is soft, feather light.

You smile, a little deliriously, a little awestruck.

You roll onto your back. “Where do you wanna cum?”

Jungkook sits on his heels, lazily stroking his cock. He ogles your body, tiny puffs bubbling from his mouth. Instinctively, your catch your lower lip with your teeth. Watching Jungkook pleasure himself, the view of his tatted hand in general, makes your fingertips itch in anticipation.

You exchange your hand with his while he still muses over his choices.

He gazes at you slack-jawed. “Face,” Jungkook utters between desperate moans.

You shake your head. It is tempting, considering Jungkook’s yearning eyes, but you don’t want to ruin your make-up. “I still have somewhere to go.”

A frown twists his features. “Where are you going? It’s late.”

“It’s not late,” you argue.

“It’s dark outside. I should bring you home.” His hand closes around yours, signalising to tighten your grasp on his cock. You do, pumping him with a little more pressure. The soft sounds from his lips that follow are like music to your ears.

“It’s just the stationary shop. Need to stock up on some things.”

“Stickers?” he questions, brows furrowed when your hand moves faster.

“Yeah. And my black gel pen too.”

“The 0.5 mm one?”

You giggle. “Yes, that one.”

You lean closer to add a little spit on his dick, but you can’t help but tease him a little. You glide your tongue over the underside of his cock, swirl around his flush tip and suck a little on it.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Mouth feels so good.”

You continue with kitten licks, eyes casted upwards to catch every reaction. The visible muscles on Jungkook’s tummy strain as he nears his climax.

“Gonna cum,” he chokes out.

You draw back, pumping his cock as breathy, helpless moans escape Jungkook. Strings of white land on his defined abdomen and you watch him release with avid eyes.

“So much,” you mumble, flicking your finger through the mess on Jungkook’s glistening skin and sticking your cum covered pad into your mouth.

Gaspingly, Jungkook reaches for tissues on the bedside table. He cleans himself up before he orders you to lie down. He spreads your legs apart by pushing your thigh and tenderly cleans you as well.

He haphazardly tosses the dirty tissues back on his table.

“Wanna take a shower?” Jungkook mutters into the crook of your neck.

You throw your leg over his cinched waist. “I gotta go. The stationary shop will close soon.”

Jungkook pulls his jersey up, leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to your collarbones and down to your tits. He shortly teases your sensitive bud with his tongue before he presses a kiss below your boob. You feel him suck your skin between his puffy lips and utter a whiny complaint.

“No marks.” You lightly kick him with your heel on his ass.

Jungkook grouses against your skin. “No one’s gonna see it here.” He says affronted.

“I couldn’t wear the cute top I wanted today because of this.” You point to the faint purple mark beneath your collarbone.

“You look cuter in this anyway,” he retorts smoothly, giving your tit one last peck. “Should wear it more often.” He covers your body with his jersey again.

You grow shy beneath his stare, but you push him off your body and stand up. Jungkook fluffs the pillow and lets his back hit the mattress.

He has a cheeky smile plastered on his face. “You look so fucking sexy in my jersey.” His tongue swipes over his pink bottom lip. “Do a little twirl for me.” With his palm tucked under his head, he watches with relish as you spin.

You giggle mid-turn, a bubbly feeling swelling in your chest.

“Pretty.” Jungkook grabs his phone from the nightstand. “Lemme snap a pic.” He sits up.

You turn your back to him, and he gently pulls your hair to the side.

Jungkook has a vast collection of pictures of you from numerous nights spent in each other's bed. He takes joy in photography, and being Jungkook’s muse feels oddly fulfilling – but only on condition that your face is not visible in any of his snapshots.

You gasp when your feel Jungkook’s sneaky hand pull up his jersey and grab a handful of your ass. He chuckles at your reaction and takes quick pictures of the pretty ass in front of him.

“Yah,” you scold him, turning around again.

He flashes you the softest, dimpled smile and you are momentarily struck dumb by his effortless prettiness.

He grabs your hand and pulls you onto his lap. “Lemme come with you.”

You arrange his tangly bangs. “You know we can’t.” You’re very careful not to be seen with Jungkook. Rumours spread quickly here.

“No one will see us in the stationary store,” he insists.

“Why do you even wanna go there.” You quirk an eyebrow. “There’s nothing for you there.”

Jungkook shrugs indifferently, but you catch the corner of his lips lift faintly. “You’re there.”

“Stop playing,” you say, nudging his shoulder. But you can’t help the smile that forms on your face.

“Watchu doing tomorrow?”

“Shopping for a dress. Mum said I should dress nicely for the dinner with Minho and his parents.”

You don’t want your parents to come over for the weekend. And you certainly don’t want to have dinner with their friends, whose son they’re trying to set you up with.

“We won’t see each other then?” Jungkook asks, squeezing your bare thigh.

Your fingers find his necklace and you toy with it a little. “Probably.” You lean closer to catch his mouth in a kiss before you get up. “I’m gonna head out now.”

“Send me pics,” Jungkook tells you in his sweet voice.

“Huh?”

“In that dress you’re gonna buy. I wanna see you in it.”

You titter at his shamelessness. “Behave for once, Jungkook.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Say that again and I’ll throw you over my lap.”

He knows exactly what he is doing. He sports a proud smile on his face, cocking his head in provocation.

You muse over it as you step into your panties. Your eyes land on your journal on Jungkook’s desk.

You’d like to stay, but the stationary store. You wanted to spend a cosy evening in your room, journaling with some new supplies to finish off the hectic day.

You remove Jungkook’s jersey from your body. His round eyes immediately land on your naked figure.

Mischievousness contorts your features. “Next time,” you promise.

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read pt 1 here if u haven't <3

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