Seven Days A Week | Jjk (m)

seven days a week | jjk (m)

>> pairing jungkook x fem!reader

>> genre/au's friends with benefits | college AU | smut | crack

>> summary jeon jungkook has always had crazy ideas, but wanting to fuck you every day of the week was the last thing you expected.

>> word count 1.4k

>> warnings missionary | fingering | handjob | neck biting | protected sex | beware jungkook is so fucking silly in this :0

>> author's note monday = missionary y'all know the vibes ;) i hope you enjoy the part for monday, catch y'all tomorrow for tuesday hdkhfdkj -- this is the start of horny week... 🗿

masterlist for seven days a week

“You’re out of your mind, Jeon.” You sigh, pulling at your face to swallow Jungkook’s offer. 

“Think I can’t do it?” He smirks, stepping closer so his chest brushes up against yours. 

You scoff, stepping back to shake your head. He must be fucking crazy. 

When you first decided to casually hook up with Jungkook, you hadn’t signed up for a straight week of fucking. Absolutely not. You were the kind of person who was in need of breaks in between, whereas Jungkook was always ready to go again while you were still trying to catch your breath after sex. 

“Fine. Prove it.” 

You’re definitely going to regret this. 

Jungkook doesn’t think for another second, pulling you in for a rushed and aggressive kiss. His mouth moves in a slow rhythm, while his hands roam on every part of you, pulling and grabbing. It already sends you in a whirlwind, trying to catch your breath by keeping up with his insanities. 

“I’ll go easy on you.” Jungkook whispers against your lips, before pulling you back in and dragging his tongue towards yours, letting you taste and feel his warm tongue. You clutch yourself tighter, pulling at the strands of his zip up hoodie. Jungkook doesn’t even waste another second, pulling it down and revealing his tanned skin covered by a white see-through tank top. 

He’s such a fucking devil. 

When Jungkook pushes you down on your bed, he hovers above you, lingering his lips to tease you. You seek for them, pushing your head upwards and he begins to grin over how greedy you’ve already become. 

“So… It’s Monday today. How about we start off with some classic missionary? Hmm?” He nuzzles his nose against yours, waiting for you to give him the green light. 

“You’re ridiculous.” You whisper against his lips, even though your hips buck towards his crotch. 

“Yeah?” He breathes out, dragging his hands from your shoulder down to your waist. Jungkook doesn’t hold back, moving his hand in the front of your pants, cupping your core with a light squeeze. You gasp, looking down at how his hand is tracing delicately over the fabric of your attire. 

“So? Missionary?” He suggests, continuing to cup you making you lose your train of thoughts. 

“Shut up.” You mumble, kissing him again as you move your hips with the movement of his hand. Jungkook loves seeing you like this, all spread out and needy, bucking your hips out of control just because he has his hands on you. 

He takes your answer as a yes, finally focusing on actually touching you. Because you’re already in need of him inside of you, you return the favor, groping him gently as you rub your palm on his semi-hard on. Jungkook sighs against your lips, imitating your pace. You squeeze, earning a groan from Jungkook who now drops his head on your shoulder and bites you gently while fiddling with your pants to get underneath the fabric. He’s so smooth with it which is actually quite ridiculous. He gets them off in seconds, one of his fingers touching your wet slit. 

“So wet baby, fuck.” He nips at your neck, whispering in your ear. You follow his movements, getting your hand under his briefs and feel the soft skin of his cock. As soon as your hands wrap firmly around it, he hardens in your palm. 

You begin to jerk him off, your thumb toying with the wet slit as he moves his fingers on your clit causing you to moan. It’s already messy between you. Here you are in sync, moving against each other. The more Jungkook rubs down on your clit, the more you moan and whine against his cheek. 

The neediness grows inside the room, it is becoming so hot you might become dizzy. But fuck, it feels so good. Your body responds to every touch from Jungkook, bucking uncontrollably under him while your hand has trouble jerking him off, too overwhelmed by the feeling creeping up from behind. 

“That’s it baby. Shit.” Jungkook mumbles, picking up a bit faster pace, causing you to clutch your hand tightly on his forearms. You try your best to give him as much pleasure, stroking him at the same pace he’s touching your clit and wet core. 

It becomes too much, both of you moaning and gasping against each other’s lips, never stopping. The neediness shows when Jungkook pulls away to find a condom in a hurry. You finally take the time to breathe for a second. 

Jungkook comes back all giddy, removing his pants and briefs, along with the white tank top. Nothing beats seeing Jungkook naked. The details of every muscle in his thighs, his abs subtle but clear and vibrant chest. He’s hot, and the worst thing is, he fucking knows. 

He catches you staring too long, wanting to throw a cocky comment like he always does, but he holds himself back, needing nothing more than to feel you wrapped around him. 

Jungkook has complimented your pussy way too much. Always talking about how you feel so good and warm that he’s trying his best not to finish after a few minutes. You didn’t believe him in the beginning of your ‘relationship’ but with time he proved it. 

Jungkook props himself by your entrance, intertwining your hand with his above your head, while his other holds his cock steadily. He rubs it against your slit, letting you feel the tip and sending the urge of just needing it inside of you. You try to move downwards, but Jungkook stops you, entering you with ease. You’re so wet that he slides in easily. Jungkook almost loses his composure when he feels you engulf him with warm heat, all wet and perfect. 

Fuck, he’s in absolute heaven. 

“So fucking perfect.” He admits, groaning when he bottoms out, a gasp received from your end. He stills, looking at you for a second, until he starts thrusting. Now, something you love about Jungkook’s cock is, one it fills you up so nicely and two he manages to hit your g-spot with each thrust. 

It’s almost embarrassing for you how quickly he can make you orgasm when you fuck. Jungkook? He fucking loves it. He loves feeling you clench around him with each thrust, writhing and moaning beneath the curve of his eyes, because of him. 

Jungkook usually hates the sweaty feeling of sticky bodies against him during sex, but with you? Fuck, it’s completely different. Jungkook loves how you are in desperate need of holding him, letting him please you as he wants. Your nails clutch tightly onto his back while his hips move with everything he has. It’s not a surprise that Jungkook has such great stamina, therefore you aren’t even surprised that he suggested this stupid idea in the first place. 

“Fuck yeah, baby.” Jungkook moans against your neck, his grip in the sheets tightening as he feels himself move over to the edge of an orgasm. He wouldn’t deny if someone called him addicted, because he truly is. Everything about you makes him float while he feels you tighten with each movement from his end. 

Jungkook’s hair begins to dampen against your neck, the room growing hotter with the way your bodies move in a pleasant wave. Your body tenses, back arching, every nerve in your body signaling for your release while Jungkook never slows his thrusts. 

“Ah! Fuck, fuck—” You whine, as your body twitches once, the knot snapping. Jungkook follows suit, his cock twitching inside of you as he fills the condom up. 

“Shit.” Jungkook breathes out, his cock still nestled inside of you while you both try and catch your breath. 

You can only hum back in response, your throat turning dry after being agape for so long.

You’re both quickly back on your feet, Jungkook throwing out the condom before putting on his pants. Before you know it, he’s standing in front of your door ready to leave. 

“So, same time tomorrow?” You roll your eyes, despite responding with a yes. 

“Same position tomorrow?” You joke, expecting for Jungkook to laugh but he doesn’t. Instead he moves closer, giving you a soft peck. 

“No. Gonna fuck you from behind.” He mumbles against your lips, sending a rush down to your core at the thought of what is going to happen. 

“I hate you.” You push him away lightly, Jungkook finally releasing a smile and sending you a small wink before he’s out of the door. 

What have you gotten yourself into? 

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SPICY | JJK

PAIRING: Boxer Jungkook x Ballerina Reader

GENRE: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, BOXER AU, DANCE AU

SYNOPSIS:

Jeon Jungkook, the epitome of your parents' worst nightmare: buff, inked up, and rebellious. A random encounter at the beach brings you both together, and it feels like fate.

WARNINGS: long haired jk>, he drives a harley, cocky jk, shy but confrontational reader? Idk, gross petnames, talk about injury, reader has horrible parents

A/n: 54321go

"You're a ballerina, Y/n L/n," your mother's voice fills the halls with a mix of anger and determination, a slight frown on her face. "This is what you're meant to do. Performing is what you're good at, it's what you're supposed to do!" Her words pierce through the air, filled with her deep-rooted expectations. The disappointment in her eyes is obvious as she continues "College? Studying the law? That's nonsense, and you know it. You'll never make it."

You find yourself fighting with your emotions. The lump in your throat grows, threatening to choke back the tears that gathered in your eyes.

Why couldn't you just... run away?

You understood that your mother's intentions come from a place of love and concern, but you can't help but feel like she's disregarding your own dreams and ambitions. You want for her to see that there is a whole world beyond ballet, one where you can explore and pursue your dreams.

"You don't know that." You whisper softly, your voice barely audible, your fingers intertwine, nervously playing with one another. "Maybe I could..." you trail off, but your mother's impatience takes over.

"You will never be a lawyer! A doctor or a damn architect! It's not what I have planned for you!" she exclaims, frustration taking over her tone.

Her words are suffocating, leaving you feeling defeated. The weight of her expectations wears you down, crushing any glimpse of hope that you had previously.

You want to explore, see the unknown, and discover everything that was kept away from you for too long...

Freedom. You wanted freedom.

As you stand there, a vulnerable soul, you begin to realize its no use, arguing over the same topc for the hundred time wont make a difference.

You take a deep breath, gathering courage to look her into the eyes, a small tear leaving your eye as you do just that.

-

Living by the beach is a luxury that not everyone can afford, but fortunately, you only have to walk a few hundred meters to get there.

The beach is your favourite spot, and for good reason—the gentle breeze, the soothing sound of the waves crashing against the shore, and even the warm sand between your toes all gives you a feeling of happiness. You could spend hours walking along the shore, observing the ocean, and taking in the beauty of it all. You appreciate every moment you get to spend there.

As you sit on a rock by the water's edge, you watch with a soothing sigh as the sun, begins to almost drown in the ocean, painting the sky golden.

A small smile spreads across your face as you wonder what it would be like to just start new—moving to a new place, meeting new people, and discovering a new purpose.

Would this change make you happier? Would it solve your problems?

Or, were your parents right all along when they encouraged you to pursue ballet and stay within the safety of their home?

The water was calm, as usual when you came down here, giving you a peaceful backdrop that kept any intrusive thoughts at away.

Despite having a show scheduled for Saturday, you found yourself not practicing as you should be. Instead, you were here, stting by the beach, watching the sun go down towards the horizon.

It was a relaxing experience, really, and somehow, it felt rebellious, as if you were breaking away from your usual routine. Because you were.

You couldn't help but wonder if this is how people spent their free time and if this was what freedom really felt like.

A familiar tune played in your mind as you watched the waves crahs. It was a melody you had heard in one of Mrs. Chuu's classes.

Nearby, a small crab sat on a rock, capturing your attention. Watching it brought a peaceful smile to your fce.

You really found yourself lost in the nature. The sound of the melodies in your mind and the sounds of the ocean created a soothing symphony. The worries and distractions slowly fading faded away-

Startled by the sudden, loud roar of a motorcycle, your eyes snap open, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected sound.

"Who in their right mind drives a motorcycle by the beach?" you mutter to yourself, only knowing this scenario from the movies. Glancing around, your eyes search for the source of the noise, and they soon settle on a figure in the distance.

As the motorbike comes to a halt, he removes his helmet, revealing a mess of messy hair.

Completly, oblivious to the disruption he has caused, he proceeds to nonchalantly fix his long messy strands of hair.

You watch in little fascination, curiosity getting the better of you as you stay sat there instead of leaving.

Camouflaged by the floral pattern of your dress, you blend into the natural surroundings of the beach, becoming a sort of observer of the scene.

Takinv in the details of the man's appearance—the black leather attire, the tattoos peeking out from beneath his clothes.

There's rebelliousness to him, the opposite of the calm vibe of the beach.

His eyes scan the beach, unbeknownst to him, his presence has not gone unnoticed.

With a mix of interest and mild annoyance, you continue to watch his every move, a spectator in this situation.

Distracted by your own thoughts, you are jolted back to reality by a loud thud.

Startled, your eyes widen as you shift your gaze toward the stranger again. Frustration obvious as he throws his helmet onto the ground with a mix of anger and something else...

You instinctively draw your knees closer to your chest, maintaining a safe distance and with a cautios gaze, you continue to observe him.

In a quick moment, the man that—without hesitation flings some rocks forcefully into the water—makes you frown even more.

"The fish," you blurt out, unable to hold back your concern, before realizing the words have left your lips. Instantly, you bring a hand to cover your mouth, but it's too late—the stranger swiftly turns towards you, his attention captured in a mere heartbeat. Frustration adorns his features as he raises a brow, "What?"

Feeling a knot form in your throat, you gulp nervously, avoiding eye contact as much as possible as you gather the courage to voice your worry. "The fish... you know, you could've unintentionally harmed them with the size of those rocks you threw," you say, your voice laced with genuine concern for the poor little sea creatures underbthe water.

The stranger's eyebrow raises in disbelief, a hint of amusement coloring his expression as he lets out a dry, emotionless laugh, shaking his head annoyed. "Fuck the fish," he answers, his tone filled with annoyance.

"I don't care about some damn fish," he scoffs, as he throws yet another pair of rocks into the water.

With irritation in your eyes, you stand up and walk towards the stranger, grasping his wrist to halt his actions. "Stop it," you demand firmly.

"fuck's your problem, huh?" he spits, pure anger in his words. "Seems like everyone's got a damn problem with me today," he scoffs, his frustration irritating you.

Turning away from you, he sits on one of the larger rocks close, placing his head in his hands.

When be notices youre still there, he lets out an annoyed sigh and lifts his gaze. "What?" he asks, clearly annoyed, absentmindedly toying with his lip piercing, which had gone unnoticed by you up until now. It was pretty, you liked it.

His question catches you off guard, causing your gaze to drop to the ground as you toy with your dress.

"Can't even catch a break on this damn beach," he mutters, shaking his head turning back to his Harley, picking up his helmet from the sand.

Something comes over you, almost forcing you to stop him once again. "I'm here because I'm feeling down too," you explain, offering him a small smile.

"Who said I'm upset?" he retorts, rolling his eyes, but deep down, he knows you're right.

You open your mouth to speak stuttering a bit "I guess I just assumed. Unless you're always like this, then–" you begin, but he interrupts you, his words laced with sincerity. "I'm a fighter," he confesses, not sure of why he's suddenly being so...open. "I'm a boxer, and I just had a huge fight. I lost," he explains.

"What about you?" he asks, internally rolling his eyes. Why was he being... Nice?

"Huh?" you reply, still processing that the guy in front of you fights for a living. So much so for being careful with strangers.

"Why are you upset?" he continues, his gaze fixed on you. "Oh," you interject, a glimmer of sadness flickering across your face.

"I had an argument with my mom," you confess, your frown deepening.

The stranger chuckles softly, shaking his head. "How cute," he remarks, amusement in his voice. "Well, it was nice meeting you..." he trails off, looking at you with a raised brow. "Y/n," you respond, a warm smile gracing your lips.

"Jungkook," he introduces himself, the sound of his name rolling off his tongue like a melody you've never heard before.

Jungkook.

You repeat in your mind.

"What about you?" he asks, his curiosity strangely piqued by a girl who had just scolded him about fish.

You furrow your brow, puzzled by his sudden interest. "What do you mean?" you inquire.

"What do you do for a living? Work? College?" he asks, settling back down on the rock, not quite ready to head home just yet, maybe finding solace in the company of someone quite the opposite of himself.

"Oh, I'm a ballet dancer," you reveal with a radiant smile. "No job, no college, I do it professionally," you explain, your passion evident in your words. "Its not my dream job and actually the fight with my mom was about me wanting to go to college but...yeah" you stop yourself from speaking further.

He lets out a laugh, amused by the confession. "So, you're a rich kid, huh?" he teases, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk.

"Damn, a ballet dancer? I thought that dance went extinct in fuckin' 1980," he jokes, poking fun at the art form.

Your eyes raise as you counter his remark. "Actually, ballet is still a very modern art form," you correct him, crossing your arms pursing your lips. "And if I recall correctly, boxing isn't exactly the gentlest profession either," you retort, noticing his defensive stance, which you find oddly endearing.

You looked undeniably cute in that moment in his eyes.

"I can handle it," he scoffs, a confident smirk playing on his lips. "Fighting is my thing. I don't remember ever doing anything else," he explains.

"Isn't it scary, though?" you ask, a hint of concern evident as you nibble on your lower lip. "To get punched in the face?" you add, actually curious.

Jungkook's smirk widens though, revealing a self-assured gleam in his eyes. "Do you see any bruises on my face?" he retorts, tilting his perfect face slightly.

As you shake your head, he continues with a smug smirk, "Exactly. I'm good at my shit, so no need to worry, sugar," he teases, the nickname rolling off his tongue effortlessly, causing a hot blush to spread across your cheeks.

"You–" you begin to speak, but your attention is suddenly diverted as you catch a glimpse of Jungkook's watch.

Panic washes over you as you realize the time, your face almost going white in horror. "Wait, what time is it?" you ask, panic evident in your voice. You know that if you're not back home by 10 PM, your parents will notice you sneaked out for sure.

"It's 9:40, why?" Jungkook asks, clearly confused by your sudden change in personality. Your eyes widen in alarm. "I have to get going, like now," you exclaim, frantically gathering your book and sketchbook that you had brought with you to the beach.

You quickly offer a polite bow. "It was nice meeting you, but I have to g—" you start to explain, but Jungkook interrupts you, not fazed by the urgency of the situation at all. "No worries, I'll take you home," he offers, holding his helmet toward you.

You stare at the helmet, momentarily taken aback. "On that thing?" you gasp, your eyes widening as you gaze at the scary looking Harley behind him.

Jungkook only nods, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Yeah," he replies confidently, "come on"

You shake your head vigorously, taking a step back, consistent in your decision. "No way," you say, fear evident in your voice.

"If I run, I can still make it in time–" you argue, but Jungkook rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed by your protest.

"Bullshit," he speaks dismissively, his eyes fixed on you. "Hop on, come on now, sugar. Don't want your parents to scold you, huh?" he teases, winking as he nods toward his bike.

A shiver runs down your spine as you stand frozen, your mind racing with conflicting thoughts–on one hand. The idea of hopping onto a stranger's motorcycle raises alarm bells and sparks scenarios of potential danger. On the other hand, there's an unexplainable trust you feel in Jungkook's presence, its like an intuition that he means no harm at all.

With a slightly annoyed sigh, Jungkook walks towards you, his steps quick and confident, and before you can react, he firmly grabs you by the hip, causing you to let out a surprised yelp.

Without any problem, he lifts you onto the back of the bike, a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through your whole body. The leather seat feels cold against your bare tighs as you cling tightly to Jungkook once he gets on as well, "put this on" he gives you his helmet for protection.

A smirk graces Jungkook's lips as he glances back at you. "You ready?" he teases, his eyes shimmering with excitement.

You shake your head in a mixture of nervousness and fear, but your reaction is cut short as the engine roars to life with a loud growl. Startled, you let out a spontaneous yell, your hands instinctively tightening around Jungkook's firm abs for stability. "Oh my god," you whisper breathlessly as the bike begins to move, leaning against him for support as the wind rushes past you way too fast.

As you near your home, realization hits you, and you tap Jungkook's shoulder gently, urging him to stop.

"We can't park in front of my home," you explain, your voice filled with concern. "My parents..." Your sentence trails off, the unspoken consequences making themselves obvious.

Jungkook chuckles, "Sure thing," he replies, voice laced with amusement. "Want to get off here, then?" he offers, glancing back at you.

You nod slowly, a mix of relief coursing through you as you prepare to get off slightly stumbling but Jungkooks quick to catch you.

"Woah, careful there" he laughs, letting go of your hips when he notices you got your balance back.

Glancing at his watch, Jungkook notices the time, "It's 9:55," he informs you, a reminder that your time is running out. "Better get going," he adds, winking playfully as he leans against his bike, waiting for you to leave.

However, something inexplicable holds you in place. Your eyes lock with his, and you find yourself entranced by the comfort within them.

There's a strange connection that draws you closer to this man. It's as if you can sense that you can reveal your deepest secrets to him without fear of judgment or rejection.

"Okay, bye," you finally manage to speak out, but your body remains rooted in place. There's an invisible force that keeps you there.

Jungkook gives you a teasing wave, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. However, as much as you try to move, an invisible string seems to keep you bound to him.

As you take a step away from Jungkook, a wave of sadness washes over you. Those short ten minutes of conversation felt like a breath of fresh air from the troubles of the past week, and now it feels like a temporary home was slipping away.

"Y/n," Jungkook's voice carries a hint of concern, noticing a single tear cascading down your cheek before you do.

He reaches out, but hesitates, unsure of how to comfort you. You lift your gaze to meet his concerned eyes and manage to summon a small, reassuring smile. "Yeah, yeah, sorry," you say softly, your voice breaking slightly.

You take another step back, the distance between you growing little by little, as you prepare to leave.

It feels bittersweet, knowing that this was a unique experience you'll never have again.

However, just as you're about to turn away completely, Jungkook's voice breaks the silence.

"Wait," he utters after a brief pause, a frown on his handsome face.

He curses himself for the words that are about to escape his lips, unable to deny the spark between you, whateve it was.

"Can I have your number?"

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Early Riser

Pairing: Jungkook x reader (gn) Genre: smut, pwp Rating: 18 (oral sex, male receiving; somnophilia) Word count: 1001

Summary: It's JK's birthday and you want even his first waking moment to be a great one

AN: it's a repost! because it's been a while!! because I definitely did not completely forget all about them lmao just some short, sweet smut for your Wednesday evening; you are welcome!

*** Your hand rummages under your pillow to turn off your silent, vibrating alarm clock. You groan inwardly as you check the time: 6am. The things you do for this man. You would never usually wake this early, but Jungkook has to get up early for work – on his birthday of all days – so sacrifices must be made. You turn your head to check that the alarm hasn’t woken him as well, but he looks deep asleep. You praise the lord that he’s sleeping on his back… This would’ve been difficult if you’d woken up and found him on his stomach! A special treat for a very special boy.

You sit up carefully so as not to disturb him and gently, gingerly pulled back the covers from him. Counting your blessings that the mattress is memory foam, and therefore less bouncy, you straddle him and shuffle downwards, taking his boxers with you.

When JK first asked you about what you were about to do, you were surprised at how shy he was. He wasn’t sure how you’d react (or if you’d be up for it), but when you first tried it, he came so hard, he almost had your eye out. That alone would’ve encouraged you, but the truth is he needn’t have hesitated to ask you at all: you love doing it. You’d do it far more often if you weren’t worried about it losing its novelty. You reserve it for special occasions only – ok and some mornings where you just wake up out of your mind horny and can’t resist.

You make sure your hands are warm before picking up his flaccid member. You rub the tip with one hand and massage his balls with the other before taking it into your mouth. You focus on the head, flicking your eyes upwards to catch when he wakes. After a minute or two, he’s still barely hard and his mouth has dropped open. He must be deeply, deeply asleep. You moan with him in your mouth, taking in his whole length. You shuffle a little less carefully, trying to bring him up to a slightly shallower sleep so that at least his body is conscious if not his mind. As soon as you feel his cock twitch, you know you’ve got him. He hardens quickly and moans quietly, but still asleep. Now you’re working with the right equipment, you hit your stride. This is actually your favourite part: the anticipation of the moment when he wakes and realises what’s happening, the split second of surprise followed by a smug, satisfied grin as he stretches and then sinks back into the mattress, sighing happily.

He’s hot and hard and you’re loving the taste of him. You run a hand up and down his shaft and shift your attention to his balls. You envelop one in your mouth and gently suck as your hand gently squeezes his tip. You switch to the other and then run your tongue up the base of his manhood. You can feel him stirring as you flick your tongue across his eye and back. You keep your eyes focused on his face, waiting for the moment.

And there it is. A small mouth opened in surprise and then a triumphant grin. He flings his arms out to either side and stretches, then takes a hand and tangles it in your hair.

“Have I told you today that I love you?” he asks, a little breathlessly.

You rise slightly and grin at him.

“Not yet,” you answer, looking at him expectantly. You wait for him to do so before continuing. He frowns at you in mock annoyance and whines.

“Fine, fine, I love you! I love you! Please… keep going…”

You gladly return to work. You can feel yourself getting hot, hotter than hot. Getting him off gets you off like you didn’t know it ever could. You moan as you take him deeper and deeper, your eyes never leaving his. He’s a watcher and you are, too. You love to see him come undone: the frowns of pleasure that pass across his face like clouds, the widening of his eyes as you hit a sweet spot accompanying small gasps, the sweat that moistens the hair around the edge of his face, curling and sticking to his brow. He gets quieter and quieter as he gets closer to the edge, his moans and groans disappearing as he loses himself in his own world of ecstasy. His breath catches in his throat and you feel his muscles tense beneath you. You work a little faster, hollow your cheeks, and take him as deep as you can.

“Yes…” The word barely escapes his lips, caught up in a gasp as he fights his need to come and come now. He wants this to last as long as it can but he’s not sure he can hold out much longer. He’s panting and his hips rise involuntarily, bucking into your mouth. You can feel the vein in his shaft pulse and you keep steady, knowing it’ll be any second now. If waking up to a blowjob is Jungkook’s favourite thing, his second favourite is watching himself come into your open mouth. You’ve got the timing down to an art and you open wide, your tongue resting against the underside of his tip as he cries out. You catch it all on your waiting tongue and swallow lasciviously. You suck his tip like a lollipop as he groans, breathing heavily, muscles loose and limbs lying heavily on the bed. His eyes, barely open, watch you lick up every drop of his white honey and he grins. You trail kisses up his stomach and chest and neck before giving him a big, sloppy kiss on the mouth.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

He wraps his arms around you and presses little kisses all over your face. Still breathless, he asks

“Have I told you today that I love you?” with a chuckle.

seven days a week | jjk (m) masterlist

>> summary jeon jungkook has always had crazy ideas, but wanting to fuck you every day of the week was the last thing you expected.

>> pairing jungkook x fem!reader

>> genre fwb!au | college au | pwp

>> status on going!

>> rated +18

INDEX

MONDAY  

TUESDAY

WEDNESDAY

THURSDAY — coming 20th of july!

FRIDAY

SATURDAY

SUNDAY

© jjkeverlast 2023 [do not copy, translate or repost any of my works.]

jungkook #33 from the fluff list 💗 (even better if its like fboy badboy jungkook getting flustered and shy around oc hehe)

daft pretty boys | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

prompt: "i can't think around you."

rating: G

word count: 0.8k

genre/warnings: classmates to .. lovers?, college au, basketball captain!jk, he's neither a fuck boy nor a bad boy he's just a cute boy <3, fluff, swearing as per uzh, i plagiarized MYSELF bc the shit mentioned here was actually taken from my final paper for a film class two years ago lmaooooooo

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

If there's one thing that Jungkook absolutely despises, it's when people think jocks are dumb. It's a common misconception and it's downright hurtful sometimes; just because Jungkook is the basketball captain, doesn't mean that anybody has the right to assume he's got hay for brains.

However, if someone were to come up to him right now and say it to his face, he probably wouldn't disagree.

"So yeah, if they lose the memories of these relationships, I think they'd also be losing parts of themselves that make them whole, because an individual's identity is an accumulation of multiple smaller identities they have with every single intimate relationship that ultimately forms one collective identity, y'know?" you finish, and it's not until then that Jungkook comes back down to earth, realizing that he's just been staring at you this whole time. "Anyway, what do you think?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Same, uhm," Jungkook stammers. "I also thought about their collective relationsh- I mean, collective identity and multiple identities and-"

You purse your lips as you take in his whole demeanor, like a nervous child fumbling with his words. "Did you not watch the movie?"

He did watch the movie. In fact, Jungkook watched it three times over the weekend because that's how much he liked it. When he registered for this class - History of Popular Cinema - at the end of last semester, he was hoping that it'd be an easy elective so he could focus more on basketball and his core courses. And for the most part, this film class is easy. All he has to do is watch movies and hand in a few short essays every now and then. Piece of cake.

Then the final paper rolls around and the professor assigns everybody a partner to work with. In theory, it should still be a piece of cake, because there still isn't that much to do anyway.

So why is it so fucking hard all of a sudden?

Jungkook had never really noticed you before you became his designated collaborator for the month. Never saw you on campus, never saw you attending the games. Hell, he didn't even know your name until this final assignment.

"I watched it," he defends himself lamely.

"Okay. And?"

"It was good."

You frown, and all Jungkook can think about is how adorable that crease between your eyebrows is. How he just wants to reach across the table and smooth it over, or better yet, kiss it away.

He's fully aware of how stupid he must look, with his sweaty palms and his words falling over each other like goddamn Jenga pieces, in front of a girl that he's been obsessed with for weeks now. Jungkook doesn't normally do crushes, but the more time he spends with you to work on this lame ass paper, the more he finds his mind drifting to you even when you're not in his vicinity.

He thinks you're so pretty when you absentmindedly bite your lip whenever you're concentrating. He thinks you always smell like jasmine, and he's delighted by how your scent lingers on his own clothes after every time you meet, like he's carrying home a reminder of you. He thinks you're ten leagues smarter than him when you text him whole paragraphs detailing how postmodern filmmakers flirt with the concept of identity fragmentation through different types of cinematic manifestation as a reflection of the realistic postmodern person, because what the fuck does that even mean?

"You're not doing a very good job at convincing me you watched the movie," you say.

Jungkook groans internally - and a little externally too - as he runs a hand down his face. "I watched it, I promise," he tells you. "I watched it, and I really liked it. It made me think about a lot of deep shit that I don't normally think about."

"Uh huh," you say slowly. Your frown is still there, but now it's embedded in confusion as you try to understand his dilemma. "Then tell me about that. What was the deep shit?"

"I can't."

"Why not?"

How is he supposed to explain that every single thought he had suddenly grew legs and yeeted itself out the window the second he saw you arrive today, wearing a stunning smile and a t-shirt that says Caution: Full of Shenanigans? Not once in his entire life had Jungkook felt so no thoughts, head empty.

"Because I can't think around you," he settles on being honest. "Because I keep thinking about you when you're not here, yet when you are, I can't even think at all."

It takes a minute for his words to sink into your brain, and Jungkook watches nervously as a blush spreads across your cheeks, so rosy that he just wants to grab your face and pepper kisses all over. For the first time since he has known you, you don't know how what to say.

The sight of you, rendered speechless by him being rendered an idiot, has Jungkook blushing too. Despite the patch of bashful silence that ensues, somewhere outside the metaphorical windows of his and your minds, both your thoughts are riding off into the sunset together, holding hands.

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Comfort sex with Jungkook

thirst drabbles (10/∞)

fandom » bts

pairing » jungkook x f!reader

rating » 18+ (minors dni!)

genre » smut, established relationship.

word count » ~ 670

warnings » mentions astraphobia (fear of thunder), profanity, very light dom/sub undertones, unprotected sex, implied cockwarming, praising, slow sex, creampie, lmk if i missed anything!

The thunderstorm seems to intensify more as you find yourself cradled in your boyfriend’s arms; your bodies connected together. You shriek under him, the deafening sound of yet another lightning strike paralyzing you from fear.

“Oh baby, it’s alright. It won’t hurt you. I’m right here, focus on me, on us.”

You nod silently, sighing when he starts moving again. Jungkook lets his lips caress over your cleavage, overwhelmed by the way your warm, snug, gummy walls clench around his cock. His pace is gentler than ever, his length filling you up to the hilt and sliding back, warmth bubbling inside your chest. 

During all these years of your life, you’ve always been terrified of thunderstorms, especially of thunder. The ear splitting sound, the sudden bolt of light – it induces so much fear in you. But, for the first time, you’re feeling safe and loved with the slow rocking of his hips.

“You feel so good, sweetheart.” Jungkook whispers hotly in your ear. Your hazy, drooping eyes admire him in the dim light illuminating your shared bedroom. He looks so ethereal with some of his hair sticking to his forehead, honeyed skin glistening with perspiration. All the strong muscles of his built form flex to keep him hovering over you; his thrusts controlled, slow and steady. 

You can’t help but wonder how lucky you are to have him as your lover. No cause, you genuinely couldn’t ask for someone better to be by your side. As if he knows what you’re thinking about, Jungkook leans down to kiss you, your mouth opening up for him. Your soft moan encourages him to explore further, your tongues tangling together in their own dance of passion.

The kiss is all-consuming, setting your nerve endings on fire. Pressing into him more, you try to grind against his pelvis needily, seeking friction where you most want it. Jungkook immediately complies, his fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing it in tight circles.

“Fuck, please…” Your breathless whisper is almost inaudible due to the heavy raining outside. But, he heard you – loud and clear.

He picks up the pace ever so slightly, his cock hitting all those sensitive spots deep inside your cunt. It makes you delirious. Burying your face in his shoulder, you bite down on his flesh in an attempt to hold yourself together. Jungkook hisses in pleasure, his member stimulating your g-spot and cervix with each of his deep thrusts. 

“Goddamn it, baby!” Jungkook grunts, his thumb pressing onto your sensitive bundle of nerves. He can sense that you’re close, sweet pussy clenching around him more often. “You’re doing so well, angel. Come for me.” You blindly pull him in for a kiss, muffling your moans and whimpers. The squelching sound of your and his body meeting over and over echoes through the room, making him groan.

You feel the pleasure coil in your lower belly tightening dangerously, snapping within moments. As the ecstasy crashes over you, Jungkook hisses, halting his movements for a split second to revel in the feeling of you clamping down onto his girth. You cry out his name, a string of incoherent words leaving you.

His thrusts turn fast and sloppy as he chases his own release after you. “Don’t pull out, please.” You whine, pussy walls clenching around his twitching cock. Tears gather in your eyes, your sensitivity making his movements feel more overwhelming. 

After a while, Jungkook finally reaches his own high with a low growl. He spills his seed deep inside you, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls white. You moan simultaneously, his spent body falling on top of you. 

“I love you so much,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around him. His rapid heartbeat slows down as he catches his breath, lips pressing kisses on every inch of your skin within his reach. 

“I love you too, angel.” Jungkook nuzzles your neck endearingly. The rain outside has slowed down, the soft pitter-patter of it on the windows coaxing a sigh out of him.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💌 author’s notes ꒱

to celebrate the official release of still with you <3, a song that holds an enormous amount of significance to me. also, it’s monsoon over here, making it even more meaningful ❤️‍🩹! thank you so much for reading <33!! i hope you enjoyed it 🥺! apologies for any mistakes left in there!

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