Thank You So Much For Reading

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touch me wherever | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: jungkook needs to touch you and he just can’t hold back anymore

genre: pwp smut oneshot | loss-of-innocence!au, innocent!jungkook x innocent!reader, childhoodfriends!au 

wordcount: 2.8k

warnings: explicit smut, dry humping, unhealthy attachment, cumming in his pants, EXTREMELY horny feverishly whiny needy clingy jungkook, nudity, breast play, groping, subtle body worship, inexperience, a lot of begging, some crying, stuttering, coersion/dubcon-ish technically yeah, unrealistic scenario lol, mention of wet dreams, obsessive behavior, praise, assume characters are 18+ but just have no fucking clue what sex is, this is a fucking fever dream idk, cursing, dom!kook, naive clueless reader 

a/n: thank you so much for 1000 notes on fuck me forever! to express my gratitude, this is my gift to you, another needy greedy jungkook smut :) i hope you enjoy <3

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Boundaries? That’s something you and Jungkook never needed, practically growing up side by side. Both your families were incredibly close, but equally sheltered. They kept the two of you trapped together in a conservative suburban bubble where the world consisted only of what was right in front of your eyes. No questions asked. 

As a child, Jungkook had always been addicted to the touch of your skin. He craved the soft warmth you had to offer, clinging to you like velcro, throwing frustrated tantrums whenever the two of you got separated. 

His face would get red with rage, fat tears forming in his eyes as his parents dragged him away from your bed once night would fall. He couldn’t sleep without you. Your touch was his safety blanket. He was only able to grow out of it when you leant him your teddy, finding peace in the way it smelled like you. 

Growing up, you had quickly understood that Jungkook was a very affectionate person, suffocating you with hugs and tickles whenever you would hang out. You had become used to him feeling you as he pleased, not ever minding the way his nimble fingers would trace across your legs, sliding under your uniform skirt at times. It tickled—you would laugh.

After Jungkook had hit puberty, his clinginess magnified tenfold. 

You plagued his dreams constantly, and without realizing it he would rut shamelessly against his pillow, crying out for you softly as heaping spurts of cum would fill his underwear.

He’d wake up, breathless with only you, you, you pounding through his head. His mind was dizzy with the feeling of your skin, he just wanted to touch you. He needed you near, to feel you pressed against him so that he could just—

He didn’t get it. He didn’t understand what was happening to his body in the morning when his thighs would be sticky and sheets stained. Sometimes he would day dream about you in school, only to wake up to the sound of your teasing voice, looking into your eyes as he leaked everywhere under the table. 

Jungkook found it horribly embarrassing. 

Until one day his older friend Seokjin told him what he was experiencing. They were called wet dreams, and allegedly they were normal. There was nothing wrong with it, but somehow Jungkook felt exposed. Guilty. Dirty.

He didn’t want it to happen, he couldn’t understand why but he ached for you so bad that it hurt. Kneeling down under a cold shower he would beg himself to get a grip, trying his best to act normal. His restraint paid off. 

Most of the time.

Currently the two of you were cuddled up in his basement, where you used to play pretend as young children. He’d be the doctor and give you checkups, healing your injuries with the delicate graze of his lips. 

It was hopelessly warm, to which you suggested shedding a few layers in order to feel more comfortable on the thick velvet cushions that were almost damp with sweat. Your head nestled in his lap, body in nothing but a bra and a pair of tight shorts that had found their way up your thighs, leaving little to the imagination.

You were talking, he could see your lips move at the edge of his vision but he couldn’t hear you over his steady focus on your cute polkadot bra—so snug and soft that Jungkook wanted to drool. He had noticed that your body had blossomed over time, flesh spilling over the tops of the flimsy fabric. The delicate curves that called out to him. Something rooted deep within him was yearning to get his hands on you.

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FMF oc is hot as fuck tho

this is facts. jungkook knows it. we all know it. i hope she realizes it too.

Is Fuck Me Foerver JK a yandere?

no! he's not. he's really not. he's just a fuckboy. a really classic, manipulative and lowkey possessive, jealous & toxic fuckboy. but no he's not yandere.

Ahaaaaan ehe ehe ehe GOD I know I'm being impatient but its so damn exciting too.. I just hope its a happy ending Kara.. 😣 I TRUST YOU ❤

looool no me too honestly. happy ending…i dunno, will it be? 👀 it’s gonna be fucking fun tho that’s for sure

its coming together. slowly but surely. soon. <3

he’s honestly an enigma. like man could just love her back but no, he just needs the drama. sighs. anyways stan y/n for clear skin i guess. looool.

what if fmf!jungkook finds out (prolly overheard or smtg) that someone he knows is gonna ask oc out on a date later that day... btw idk if ur taking request for fmf so if ur not u can ignore this! hope u have a nice day<3

hi there!!! thank you for sending this, i hope you enjoy <3

tw: smut, oral, manipulation, toxic behavior, jealousy, possessive behavior, needy!jungkook, fuckboy!jungkook, illicit filming, reader is really hot (this part of the fuck me forever au)

at first he would act like he doesn't care. he knew you were whipped for him, regardless of who you hung out with

so when you agree to go out with the boy. he's furious.

its the talk of the town, considering that you, having the desirable status you did, had been single for so long. practically everyone on campus was vying for a shot with you

jungkook hears the guy talking about you—how he admires you, thinks you're really funny & wants to try and be your boyfriend

oh hell no

it made him nauseous. sick to the core. dumb boys reeling you in with empty promises of love and affection. of commitment.

the truth was that he felt afraid. helpless. worried that someone else could start to matter to you more than him. what was next? you'd ditch him to go hang out with some pathetic loser? a boyfriend? you'd leave him alone, something the two of you promised to never do. but you wouldn't...right? you loved him.

you were sand slipping from his fingers and he just couldn't have that. he couldn't have you tied down. he needed you.

so he did what he always does when he feels any type of emotion.

shows up at your doorstep.

you're getting ready for the date, looking so damn pretty—too damn pretty. his jaw clenched, blood boiling with the thought of someone else tearing off that tight little dress. touching you in all the places he loved. and getting to do so whenever they wanted.

you'd tell him to leave so you could get to your date but he would beg you to cancel. guilt you under the premise that he was having a horrible breakdown. he's hurting so bad. he's really sad and he just needs his best friend right now! you wouldn't leave him alone in such a sorry state...would you?

after some arguing and desperate begging, he'd use your friendship as an ultimatum, holding it over your head. you had to be there for him. you owed him that.

he knew you would give in. you always did.

he would smirk as you called the boy up, apologizing and promising to reschedule as an emergency had come up.

now he had you all to himself.

nudging closer and closer, he'd put on a show, playing to your empathy. looking at you with his big teary eyes, claiming that he loved you and couldn't take it anymore. he just hated himself so much! he'd pine for your praise as you would comfort him, assuring him you cared about him still. of course i love you jungkook. how could i not

wrapping you in a thick pull of self pity, he would manipulate your love for him until he had you on your knees.

slobbering over his big cock

promising to make him feel good

he'd have you wanting to give him anything if it meant he would stop being sad even for a moment. seeing someone you loved struggling like this was hard.

showering you with praise—so fucking pretty. taking my cock like a good girl. you feel fucking amazing baby. so perfect for me as he would fuck your throat, allowing you to please him. gagging and choking while your eyes filled with tears. he loved to see you like this. just existing for him to use as he pleased.

it made him feel powerful. a girl like you, so beautiful, so hot. wrapped around his finger. a dumb little slut who would always make him feel good when he wanted her.

pulling out his phone, leans back on his elbows to film you discreetly. mouth full of cock. bobbing your head between his toned legs. your soft whimpers, the wet smack of your hands working his base while you licked away at his flushed tip

he'd want to show that boy what a whore you really were. that way he would never ask you out again.

you'd probably be heartbroken. sad. hurt.

and who would you come crawling to then?

your best friend.

thanks for reading ;)

them figuring it out and being driven by their horniness alone is what makes it fun tho👉🏽👈🏽

sighs. you’re right thats true. just throwing something out there.