Frost Impressions (M) | JJK

Frost Impressions (M) | JJK

Summary: Jeongguk is so disgustingly smitten with his new coworker that he ends up making a terrible first impression, and neither of them realize they’ve actually been in love with each other for the better part of a decade. 

      ❄ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

      ❄ Genre: Teacher AU / Gamer AU / Simultaneous (One-Sided) Enemies to Lovers + Best Friends to Lovers + Idiots to Lovers AU / Humor / Tooth-rotting Fluff / Smut / Heavy Pining / Slight Angst 

      ❄ Rating: 18+ / Explicit

      ❄ Word Count: 41.3k

      ❄ Chaptered AO3 link in case you don’t want to read the fic all at once or your app crashes: HERE

      ❄ CW and other tags: Jungkook is disgustingly smitten, Jungkook is a MESS, seriously the second-hand embarrassment that writing this fic gave me deserves it’s own warning, please help Jungkook, swearing, sexual innuendo, sexual tension, Jungkook can’t stop putting his foot in his mouth, disgusting amounts of pining, past bullying/harassment mention, horribly awkward situations, wet dreams, accidental exhibitionism/voyeurism, thigh riding, making out, masturbation, Jungkook is lowkey a freak, Jungkook has a sexy teacher kink (nevermind that he IS a teacher), more masturbation, love kink, oral sex (female receiving), sexual fantasies involving inappropriate places to cum, I spell Jungkook “Jeongguk” the entire fic, that’s not a warning I just wanted to make that clear, angry sexual tension, fat cock indeed, waking up from a “nightmare” lmao, footsie =) =) =), some sad angst but it’s really not that bad, just emotional, face riding, protected vaginal sex, mentions of unprotected sex, reader loves creampies lol, a whole lot more love kink, accidental (very minor) injuries, I really can’t stress the ‘love kink’ or second-hand embarrassment enough, I probably forgot a bunch of stuff and I’m sorry, I’m trying to remember everything I wrote, but if you see something not listed, let me know and I’ll tag it <3, but hopefully I got most of everything, anyway this fic is really, really, grossly soft and fluffy, tooth-rotting fluff, really,

      ❄ A/N: This is my favorite thing I’ve written and my favorite Jungkook that I’ve written, by far, and I’ve written a lot of Jungkook. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Addendum - if you wanted to reblog and leave comments, or just come back to it later, but the app is crashing, I’ve been told that quick-reblogs work. 

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Lucky, Lucky Girl (M) | JJK

Lucky, Lucky Girl

⟶ Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader ⟶ Genre: Roommates AU, Smut, 18+ ⟶ WC: 6.1k+ ⟶ Warnings: pwp, implied drunken state, alcohol, implied situationship, neck kisses, oral (m), making-out, choking, clit pinched once, fingering (f), finger sucking (f & m), palming (m), brief unprotected sex, etc ⟶ Beta: @jeonjcngkook​ // thank you so much for dealing with my massive short time frames :( i love you, sav ⟶ Summary: The joy of Jungkook having a grand ol’ time with his own personal karaoke night causes you, his roommate, to grow more and more annoyed. ⟶ Author’s Note: Mmm, yeah. Jungkook’s back to back Weverse lives – how ‘bout that? ⟶ Song Recommendation: Unholy ft Kim Petras by Sam Smith

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Teacher's Pet | JJK (6.5)

—chapter six, part two: learning and more learning

♡ ⟶series summary: Hooking up every so often with your English Literature professor, what’s the worst that can happen? Falling in love, perhaps.

♡ ⟶pairing: professor/dilf!jungkook x student!reader

♡ ⟶genre: illicit/forbidden relationship au, sneaky link to lovers, age gap, fluff, smut, angst

♡ ⟶word count: 11.3k

♡ ⟶chapter contains: a lil angsty at first but then some pretty cute fluff (and car smut 😜), jk goes to oc’s place and has one-on-one teacher-student time (he helps her study), this ofc leads to explicit smut which includes: sex toys, oc rides it for the first time, unprotected seggs (don’t be like oc and jk), mean dom jk (missed him), but also subby jk?!?!, glimpse of dom!oc, overstimulation, creampie, dirty talk (yeah… there’s a lot), brat!oc, oc chokes him :p, praising, slight degrading, and lastly: some more angst caused by none other than nessa towards the end </3

♡ ⟶ chapter summary: After an unfortunate turn of events with Jungkook, you're faced with a rollercoaster of emotions that ultimately results in reassurance, heartfelt confessions, and a sexual encounter to remember. However, that is until yet another turn of events plummets you straight back down that rollercoaster.

a/n: not really a spoiler but before you reach the end i just want to point out that no, jungkook is not "cheating" on oc !! he just made himself look guilty as hell lmao

this is part 6.5 of my teachers pet series, not a stand-alone

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Earlier…

“You didn’t answer my calls last night,” the woman says with her back against the front door in what Jungkook would assume is an attempt of guarding it, chest prodded out in an attempt to show any intimidation possible.

Jungkook smiles, not because he’s happy, but because he can’t believe she’s doing this again. Humored in annoyance, he scoffs.

“I’m not starting another one of these with you, Nessa. I’m only here to drop Lia off.”

‘These’ being the usual scene his ex tends to cause each time he comes. She picks any little reason and every opportunity to start a bickering fest with him.

Why? Well Jungkook has no idea.

But what he does know is that he no longer has to put up with her toxicity because he is no longer with her. In fact, he has a much happier, much better atmosphere and person awaiting him in his car.

Gently laying his resting daughter down on the couch, he gives her a soft kiss on the forehead before whispering his goodbyes and heading to the front door all while he continues to ignore his ex-wife’s pointless remarks.

She of course is not having any of that, though.

Nessa stays leaned against the front door, denying his exit, and with Jungkook’s eyes adamant on the floor, he clicks his tongue inside his cheek as he waits there in front of her expectedly. He sneaks in a subtle inhale and exhale to soothe the building impatience within him.

“I know you heard me, would you stop ignoring me like a goddamn kid and just talk to me?”

Jungkook has learned her antics by now. And with that one specifically, he knows that she’s resorted to making him seem like the bad guy in a conversation that he has yet to even take part in. He knows if he speaks like how she so badly wishes he does, she’ll use each and every word against him. He knows there’s no winning here, and that the only way out is through.

“I was busy last night.”

“Busy while you were supposed to be taking care of Dahlia?”

Ah, there it is. Jungkook smiles as he notes his prediction was precise, and he brings one hand up to rub at his temple as his sharp eyes find hers for the first time this encounter.

“She was sleeping, Nessa, for fucks sake.”

Utter offense washes over her already furious features, angered that he’d even dare to defend himself let alone use such vulgarity in her home. Jungkook almost laughs when she scrambles for a different approach to take, something— anything to make him seem like the monster here.

“What were you busy with so late at night?”

Jungkook’s first thought was you, but then he couldn’t help but wonder why his ex would be calling him “so late at night” in the first place. He would ask, but his train of thought is interrupted.

“Are you seeing someone?”

Frustrated by the ignorance provided by him, she decided to cut straight to the point because accusing him of something is far more satisfying than standing there, rotting in his stubborn silence— according to her logic.

And oh how badly he wants to say yes, he is seeing someone. That he really likes this one person. That he’s fucking someone and that he’s been having the best sex of his life. But of course, despite how poorly his ex treats him, he would never tell her such things. Especially not with their daughter sleeping a few feet away.

“So what if I am?” Is what he settles for instead, the pride of possibly admitting other, more vulgar, things still on his mind.

Nessa stays frozen, expression still furious but that’s not new, and for a split second Jungkook wonders if she’s genuinely upset. He knows she has no right to be, but being the kind soul he is, he feels a little bad for being too harsh.

No ex wants to know the answer to a question like “are you seeing someone” and Jungkook regrets his response for a moment or two before her features shift into motion once more, now displaying disgust and disbelief.

The bitterness that her gaze alone holds clears Jungkook of any pity, and now he actually debates telling her the vulgar truth about yours and his sex life.

“Wow, Jungkook.”

“Yeah, wow, Nessa,” Jungkook decides to put his foot down, any patience gone as the temptation of engaging in the argument takes him in. He knows it’s what she wants, but he doesn’t care right now.

“Look, we agreed we’d have no relationship or contact unless it involves Dahlia. I don’t owe it to you to answer your calls or stay single, and you sure as hell do not owe it to me to act like this every fucking time I bring her by. This isn’t what we agreed to and you know it.”

The huff that leaves the woman’s mouth is almost childish and Jungkook notices how her eyes twinkle in uncertainty of what to say back. Perhaps it’s because he’s right, but she’d never let him have the satisfaction of the last word. So of course, in true Nessa fashion, she blurts out one last thing before Jungkook manages to push past her to reach for the door handle.

“You were a shit husband and now you’re an even shittier father. If I see that whore of yours around my daughter I’m filing for custody.”

Jungkook immediately stills his movements, eyes finding Nessa’s as disbelief and hurt coats every inch of him. He’s not intimidated because he knows she’s bluffing, but that doesn’t stop her words from stinging just the same.

“A threat? You’re threatening me now? That’s low, Ness, even for you.”

He’s done nothing but love and provide for their daughter. And despite the terms he’s on with his ex, it hurts that she can’t acknowledge even that.

And all because of what? Jealousy? Jungkook scoffs at the thought.

With arms crossed and chest puffed out, she doesn’t even bother to take back her words that clearly offended Jungkook. In his eyes hold disappointment, and not in himself but in her.

“You need to watch the shit you say, Nessa. That’s how you burn bridges.”

“To hell with your bridge, ours has been burned a long time ago.”

Jungkook nods, understanding that now, officially, she has no respect for him and maybe never has. He figures he shouldn’t waste another second talking to a narrow-minded person. He guides her aside, not forcefully but strong enough to succeed in his mission to the door.

Twisting the knob, a hand is placed on his shoulder.

“Wait— I didn’t mean that.” The woman scrambles with quick words as Jungkook doesn’t pause his task, full attention on leaving. “At least tell me if you love her.”

Jungkook is almost lightheaded from the whiplash her treatment is giving him. One second he’s a shit husband and even shittier father, and the next he’s being asked if he loves you. Whether the question roots from jealousy or care or let it be curiosity— he knows she doesn’t need to know. At all.

“Mind your fucking business for once, Nessa!”

The front door flies open and out comes a furious Jungkook, eyes on the ground of the pavement as he treads to the car. He knows you’re watching now, perhaps you can even hear, and for a split second he prays his ex-wife doesn’t follow him outside but his luck betrays him, and following behind him is, of course, his ex.

“Yeah? Well maybe if you just talked to me once in a while I wouldn’t have to pry everything out of you,” she shouts back.

Jungkook mentally counts down the seconds until she realizes you sitting in the passenger, and damn him for not having tinted windows, he scolds himself. He reaches his parked car, palm on the roof of it as he waits for Nessa to go back inside. He’s furious but nowhere near rude enough to just drive off and leave her hanging.

“I don’t have to talk to you about my life, Nessa. Please go inside, I’m already late—”

Opening the door, he hears his ex scoff from afar, and he stops himself from getting in the car. He trails his words into silence when he sees his ex’s eyes navigate right to where he hoped they wouldn’t, and he sees them grow almost evil as they scan you.

And damn him and his politeness, he scolds himself again.

Jungkook feels terrible for putting you in this awkward situation, but he’s got bigger things to deal with at this second.

“Really, Jungkook? You brought her to my house and let her meet our daughter?”

And the second her question passed her lips, Jungkook toned out from reality. However, he was unfortunately forced to come back to earth as she spoke again.

“How long have you been seeing her?”

Her tone holds obvious hurt, and Jungkook has trouble detecting if it’s genuine or just an act. Despite that, though, he knows the only right answer to respond with.

“That shouldn’t matter to you, and I’m not going to stop seeing her anytime soon so learn to live with it,” he makes sure to tell her before getting inside the car and slamming the door. He knows you heard everything, so he doesn’t bother to explain and instead pays no mind to you, whose sitting there shocked.

The air is tenser than ever and a horrible feeling of guilt weighs down on him. He shouldn’t have brought you here, for your sake, not his ex’s. He couldn’t care less about how his ex feels. Not after the scene she just had to pull. Driving off, Jungkook has to endure that tense air as he’s too choked up on his own guilt as well as frustration caused by his ex to speak.

In the confined space of his impala, you both drown in an immense need to apologize for the tense air even though it's nobody’s fault, but yet for some reason, neither of you can bring yourself to speak. And it’s different from this morning. This morning, you couldn’t bring yourselves to speak out a heartfelt confession, but now, you can’t bring yourselves to address the bitterness.

Just as hope was at its peak this morning, your heart trembles as the foundation of that hope comes tumbling down rather hard and abrupt and you’re faced with uncertainty for the first time since falling for him.

Present Time…

Twenty minutes is how quickly Jungkook sped through the notes, thirty minutes is how long majority of the students have been asleep, and one hour is how long you’ve been staring down at the surface of your desk, trying to just understand everything that happened this morning.

How does one go from love to worry in the matter of one short morning? It baffles you.

Jungkook, however, has been writing in a journal. You’ve noticed during each quick glance you spared his way, and as he jots down quick thoughts onto pages and pages, you wonder if he’s writing you a goodbye. You wouldn’t even be surprised if that’s his preferable farewell method, the guy is the epitome of every lead male in romance novels.

But, you know that’s far-fetched. He wouldn’t say goodbye to you over a tiny argument, and during this hour of thinking to yourself, you’ve narrowed the whole ordeal down to you maybe just exaggerating the situation.

And if you do love this man (another conclusion you’ve drawn during this hour) then you wouldn’t be so confident that he’s done with you. You know better than to love someone who you’re not one hundred percent does or will love you back. So unless your heart is betraying you, you know deep down that he’s not leaving so easily.

That safeness you feel around him, that bubble, you know he’s in it too. You’re sure of it.

It’s all just a matter of speaking.

However, that may be a little hard to do since you can’t even make eye contact without frantically darting them away, pretending like you didn’t just get caught stealing a look. And if only you were to have kept looking, you’d notice how Jungkook softly laughed after each time it happened.

Jungkook has been thinking for the past hour as well. Even while he was going over the notes for the class. Stuttering left and right and losing his train of thought almost every five minutes, he managed to speed through, and now, he’s been writing in a personal journal.

Come to think of it, the last time he journaled was before his first encounter with you, and boy does he have quite a lot of recapping to do. But for now, he skipped to an important, essential part in you and his story.

He’s writing about how he thinks he’s fallen in love with you.

~

Undoubtedly, I love her.

Straight forward, sure, but it’s true. I’ve fallen in love with someone who I wasn’t supposed to, and yet I’ve never felt anything so right. She feels right. Loving her feels right.

Our few weeks together have been filled with nothing but hope and desire and that certain euphoric feeling that I now am able to realize as love. I’ve felt something of it before, but it didn’t come nearly as close to this feeling I feel with her.

It’s undeniable, and for that, I’ll wholeheartedly admit to the world if I could that I am in love with that girl.

I’m writing this while I’m supposed to be organizing papers and while she’s sat in her seat on the high lecture hall benches. We argued for the first time earlier, and I think that’s maybe why it’s so easy to admit I love her now.

Because I’ve never been so damn scared to lose someone in my whole life. And that’s coming from a once-married man. But I know that as long as this feeling stays so significant, she won’t slip away easily. I just won’t allow it.

She’s something of an escape for me. She helps me feel. Her presence alone makes me feel something I haven’t felt in ages and I don’t think I’m mistaken when I say I don’t think I can find someone else like her in this lifetime.

It’s her and me now, and all I wish is for her to see that too.

~

Eyes on the clock, you continue to focus on the tiny hand that tics each passing second.

“Alrighty,” a familiar voice echoes throughout the once-silent lecture hall, a couple of students jumping in startle. “Guess you guys can start heading out and if you’re not done with the notes you’re welcome to stay too.”

Without any further ado about half the class gets up, and the ones who are still remained seated are either completely absorbed in their notes or dead asleep. Jungkook sighs at this, having hoped he would have been left in an empty room with just you. One thing Jungkook has been thinking about is how he really wants to just talk to you.

He feels awful, truly. And it’s almost as if he can hear your far-stretched thoughts, wanting to just explain to you that you’ve done nothing wrong. Maybe even tell you about the altercation at his ex’s house.

Eyes glancing over the lines of confessions he jotted down, he doesn’t notice when you pack your things into your bag and recline down the benches, walking straight over to him.

“Mr. Jeon?” A familiar voice nearby jolts him out of his seat, and hurriedly shuffling his journal shut, he stares up at you from his desk.

“Mrs. Y/L/N,” he speaks in greeting, his tone of faux calmness.

His lips hold a small smile, eyes softer than ever and you can easily detect the apology held within them. You stare down at your feet as you fiddle with the strap of your tote bag weighing on your shoulder.

“I uh… I didn’t get to finish today’s notes.”

Jungkook only nods slowly, not quite sure if that’s code for something or if you genuinely are asking for the notes. He gives you a couple of seconds to continue, and when you don’t, he speaks.

“Okay… let me grab them for you.”

He takes off about half a stack of papers from an organized pile on his desk, plucking out the necessary pages as he puts the rest back to its original spot, even going the extra mile to pluck out a paper clip from an assortment tray to secure the sheets he plans to give you together.

Handing you the papers, you don’t take them.

“I also— Um, I also think I need extra help with it.”

Definitely code for something, Jungkook notes.

He takes a quick second to scan the room, observing that a significant amount of students have left and there are about three who are not asleep. Maybe about five that are.

Leaning closer while keeping an appropriate distance intact, he whispers discreetly.

“And what kind of help do you need?”

His intentional seductive tone makes you roll your eyes and bite back a giggle, clicking your tongue against your teeth before answering.

“Well for starters, I need a ride… I’m kinda stranded without.” You subconsciously take your bottom lip into your mouth as you meet his gaze and continue in a much quieter tone.

“And I was thinking we can maybe talk? I don’t want anything to be awkward or—“

“I’d love to talk, Y/N. Meet me at my car, I’ll be out there once everyone leaves.”

Opening the top drawer of his desk, he pulls out a bundle of keys and holds them out on his palm for you to take. Quickly, you do, hoping no one saw the exchange.

“Wait in the passenger, and don’t you dare go grand theft auto on me.”

You can’t help but cackle at that, the idea intriguing but far too criminal and energy-draining for you. Grabbing the keys from him, you prolong the feel of your fingertips on his hand for a moment or two too long.

“Can’t make any promises~”

“Jesus Christ you’d think those students would at least appreciate a chance to leave earl—“

Hand cupping his cheek before he even gets a chance to close the car door let alone sit down all the way, you pull his lips against yours and try your best to mimic the way he kissed you this morning. A gasp of shock shifts into a subtle moan and when you pull away he giggles with a pink tint to his cheeks.

“Well hello to you too.”

“Hi.”

“What was that for?”

“You took forever and I couldn’t wait to kiss you.”

He smiles at your words, his whole body feeling like mush, and as those notorious butterflies flutter back to life inside his stomach, he nods to himself before reaching over and returning the favor.

Comfortably exhaling through your nose as he expertly caresses your soft lips with his, his teeth nibble slightly at your bottom lip when you try to sneak your tongue in. You hum in protest when he pulls away, but he keeps the proximity intact by resting his forehead against yours.

“You’re not mad at me?”

“I was gonna ask you the same thing.”

Jungkook’s brows furrow at your response, pulling away slightly to fully lock eyes.

“Why would I be mad at you?”

With a huff, you slouch back into your seat, trying to think of a decent way to say “because I overthink too much and you have every right to be” but you end up sufficing with something much different.

“Don’t know,” you shrug, throwing a half smile his way. “But are we good?”

More than good, Jungkook thinks. In fact, so good that he wonders if now is the time to tell you that he thinks he’s fallen in lo—

“Actually, don’t answer that.”

With wide eyes, Jungkook only blinks. You spare him the confusion and elaborate.

“You can show it instead…”

Ah, another innuendo. Jungkook feels the heat creeping up the back of his neck, a shy chuckle escaping as he darts his eyes down to the center console. And again, right before Jungkook has the chance to cough up a response, you interrupt him.

“Or… I can show it.”

He immediately finds your eyes to see if you're serious or not, excitement as well as eagerness taking over, all in the form of blood rushing south, activating a slowly growing tent in his pants.

“So I see your offer from earlier is still up?”

You nod, eyes batting up at him with lips between your teeth, a look you know he’s a sucker for.

Jungkook pretends to contemplate, but you and him both know how badly he wants it. Looking out the window and quickly scavenging the parking lot that you’re still parked in, he brings his attention back to you with a question now in mind.

“While I’m driving?” Jungkook asks quietly, still a little shy as he always is before doing anything remotely sexual with you. It’s always the thrill he gets mid-act that triggers the dominance in him.

You’re not complaining, though. You find his initial shyness to be cute.

Shrugging again, you lazily shift your eyes down his body. You take note of his neck and the vague purple mark that you left on it prior, his chest that you so badly wish wasn’t blocked by his button-down, his waist that you remember holding onto at one point in time, and down to his bulging crotch that you’re itching to reveal.

“The adrenaline would be pretty hot…” You manage to let out a verbal response.

Jungkook wastes no more time discussing this, hand wrapping around the gear stick as he shifts into reverse and puzzles out of the narrow parking spot, soon turning onto the main road that leads to your place.

“Go on, then,” he instructs with eyes adamant on the windshield before him, paying you no mind as he awaits your touch.

You of course love taking every chance you get to banter with him, so with a sly giggle, you turn to face him.

“Are you asking me to jerk you off, Mr. Jeon?”

“Only if you want to.”

Exaggeratedly sighing to emphasize your theatrics, you sit up straight.

“If you insist,” you tease.

With fingertips tucking under the bottom hem of your sweatshirt, you pull it up, revealing a dainty sports bra beneath. This draws Jungkook’s attention and his eyes nearly burst out upon seeing you taking the bra off as well.

“Woah, wait, jagi my windows aren’t tinted—“

“Shh,” you interrupt with a small laugh. “Let people see how hot your girlfriend is.”

Usually, you wouldn’t say something so cocky and pretentious, but for some reason— saying that to Jungkook makes you feel like a badass. Especially when pairing such a bold statement with a rather new title.

And hearing it does things to him as well.

“Shit,” he softly exhales, making sure to glance over at you for another quick second to watch your breasts fall free. He’s not too thrilled that other people on the road may be looking as well, but it’s not them who’s about to get pleasured by the goddess that is you.

It’s him. The boyfriend.

Reaching over the center console, you undo his belt buckle and fiddle with his pants button and zipper before sneaking a hand into the waistband of his boxers and taking hold of what you’ve been craving.

“Already so much precum for me Gukkie…”

His length is hard and warm in your palm and you feel the wetness messily spread against the material of his boxers as you guide him out, the cold air as well as your oddly dominant words making him hiss. You’re still not over how big he is, still a little shocked each time, his tip alone being almost too prominent for you to trace your thumb fully around it.

“Go slow, d-don’t wanna crash now.”

Wrapping your hand fully around him and applying faint pressure, you giggle as he softly inhales.

“Just relax and enjoy the ride,” you murmur before wrapping your fingers around his shaft, thumb balancing on his leaking tip. The sight of him alone is enough to make you clench around nothing, but the feel of him is what really entices you.

Rubbing his precum around his tip, he jolts slightly and tries his best to keep his hand on the wheel as well as his foot on the gas steady.

You were right, he thinks, the adrenaline is pretty fucking hot.

If anyone were to glance inside his car— which happens quite frequently as many people tend to be curious about what kind of person would be riding a vintage Impala casually down the street of this small town— they’d see how his head is barely holding upright, lazily lolled back as his eyes fight to stay open. They’d see his mouth agape as your hand begins stroking him with a little more pressure.

And they’d see you, shirtless as you bite the living hell out of your bottom lip, subtly grinding against the leather interior of his passenger seat.

“You know, you haven’t fucked me in a while,” you begin to mention as you trail your hand down to caress his balls for a moment. “I miss you.”

You as in his dick, and miss as in you miss his dick inside of you. Jungkook whimpers at both your subtle massaging as well as your insinuation.

You miss him as a whole too, of course, but you also really miss the feeling of his dick.

“I fucked you last night,” he chuckles, entertained by where you’re going with this.

“That was different.”

He instantly understood what different means, and he feels his cheeks grow warm as he realizes his goal of showing his love for you last night worked. The remembrance plus your hand on him makes him choke out a light moan, and you can’t help but slyly smirk.

“Well if that’s— ah, your w-way of asking me to fuck you then I can pull over.” He shifts the attention back to the original topic.

You don’t hate the idea, but you also have other plans. Trailing your hand a little lower, your finger prods at his hole, curious to see what his reaction would be.

“Ah—“

“So impatient, Mr. Jeon,” you tease as you bring your hand away from him, leaving his swollen cock standing still and firm in the air. You whimper subtly as you imagine what it’d be like to sit on it, having strangers watch you completely just losing yourself on him.

But again, you have other plans.

“We’ll finish this later, for now, work on your patience.”

Scoffing, Jungkook waits for your “just kidding” but after a moment of silence, he realizes you’re serious. And for some reason unbeknownst to him, he likes how much you’ve been teasing him today. First when you bit him, then when you let your finger travel, and now denying him any more of your touch as you tell him to ‘be patient’.

Usually, that’s his job to act that way to you, but ever since today he’s starting to really enjoy the way you take charge.

That won't stop him from fucking you mercilessly again like he did that one time on his desk, though. That version of him will always exist as long as he’s with you.

…And so will the slightly submissive version.

Jungkook wonders if it’s possible he’s a switch, but he’s brought out of his head when he notices you putting your clothes back on.

“Wait—” he stops you. “Can you at least leave it off? You were right, the thought of people seeing you naked is driving me fucking insane.”

Movements halted, you giggle.

“I can see that,” you tease again, prolonging your nod to his crotch as an excuse to just stare. You continue to clench around nothing, almost regretting your decision to not have him pull over.

Jungkook decides to not tuck himself back into his pants just like you remain shirtless, the mere fact and sight of you both being exposed yet not getting the satisfaction of being touched is so beyond exhilarating and his cock twitches almost the entire way to your apartment.

Upon finally making it there is when you both cover up again, and he wonders “what now” given you only asked for a ride home. You notice him not unbuckling his seatbelt, so meeting his eyes with your hand placed on the handle of the car door, you smirk in his direction.

“You should get down too and help me with those notes you promised.”

And Jungkook certainly did not need to be told twice as he eagerly made his way out of the car, arm thrown over your shoulder as you walked together to your apartment.

“Wait, page two and page five are discussing the same exact thing, I think you made an error printing.”

Sat beside you on your sofa, Jungkook has his cheek pressed into his palm as he watches you continue to drown yourself in papers, a laptop on your lap, and glasses that he’s never seen you in before resting on your nose.

He didn’t think you actually wanted to go over the notes.

Still half erect and hornier than ever (all thanks to the car ride here), he manages to push past the feeling as he’s instead preoccupied fondly staring at you in your scholarly element.

“I make errors all the time, I wouldn’t doubt it,” he mumbles, attention not fully reserved on his words.

This draws your attention and looking over at him for the first time since you started working, you catch him gawking.

“What?” You whisper, absentmindedly tapping the side of your laptop. Jungkook recognizes it as a tell, and his smile only grows as he notes you’ve grown shy.

“Nothing, you look cute right now.”

You roll your eyes, used to his games by now. Only now, you know it’s not so much of a 'game'. The gleam in his eyes tells you he really does think that, but the mischief in his tone tells you he’s on a mission to make you blush.

Bringing the laptop off of your lap and onto the coffee table, you give him no warning when you swing a leg over him and straddle him on the narrow sofa, arms wrapping around his neck as you invade his lips.

“Mm, Y/N—“ Jungkook giggles a hum against your lips, hand having found their place on your waist as he tries to pull away. You place two last prolonged pecks before surrendering.

“Hm?”

“You should finish the paper first, it’s due this Friday you know.”

Playfully groaning, you tuck your face into his neck and nuzzle yourself further into his body.

“Well thanks to your error I’m stuck.”

Placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head, his hands wander down to your ass eliciting a seductive giggle from you.

“I’ll help you. The sooner we finish it the sooner we can be bad.” He squeezes your ass for effect, turning his head slightly until his lips meet your ear. “Wanna be bad with me?”

His whisper shoots straight to your core, and you grind against him for a split second— unable to resist.

“Mhm.”

He licks a stripe up the shell of your ear, nibbling just because before reaching over to the best of his abilities and retrieving your laptop from the coffee table. He guides you off of him, placing it in your lap as he rests a hand on your thigh.

“Then let’s hurry up and finish this.”

“Are you concerning over my academic progress, Mr. Jeon?” You ask merely just to see him go red, a laugh releasing from your throat when it works.

“Stop calling me that,” he shakes his head, a shy grin of his own appearing.

“Is ‘daddy’ better?”

You turn away before he could send you a proper glare, both of you trailing into a fit of childish giggles as you begin to type away on your laptop, now more eager than ever to finish your paper.

It’s been a little over an hour and you and Jungkook are now thigh to thigh on the couch, sitting up straight as both of your attention is on the paper you’re writing.

At first, you didn’t need much help, but as soon as you asked him to revise it for you he switched into professor mode and if you’re being completely honest with yourself it’s the hottest thing.

“Your structure is a little too formal, it’s okay to be more casual with it. But make sure not to be vague, that’s a common mistake I see.”

He highlights the portion he’s talking about for you to go back in and fix it before scrolling down a bit more, eyebrows furrowed as he continues reading.

“Everything else looks good, you used a lot of metaphors but I think it helps bring your point to life. Besides the structure issues, I think this would earn you a pretty high score.”

He hands you the laptop back, gathering the scattered notes on the table in an effort to tidy up.

“After you fix it up, I encourage you to refer back to the grading rubric in case I might’ve missed any corrections.”

During his speech, you couldn’t help the dirty thoughts in your mind, his confident instructions and overall authoritative aura doing quite the number on you. Nodding, you try to hide the smirk on your lips, but being the observant person he is, he doesn’t miss it.

“What is it?” He asks through a light chuckle as he continues to place the stack of papers neatly into your bag.

“It’s just handy having a professor as a boyfriend,” you tease. “Not to mention really hot too.”

“Finish your paper,” he scolds you through a laugh, a familiar heat creeping up the back of his neck.

Before you get started, you reach over for the remote to hand him, figuring he wouldn’t want to just sit in silence while you work. But your luck has never been good, so of course, the batteries in it are dead. Jungkook notices your predicament, giggling to himself before offering assistance.

“Want me to get new batteries?”

“There should be some in the bottom drawer of my nightstand beside my bed,” you tell him, slightly embarrassed.

As he heads over to go get them, you take the brief moment of silence to get started on correcting your paper, not noticing when he comes back into the living room. After a minute or so, you sense him standing there, but it’s not until you hear a light vibration-like buzz that you look up— eyes going wide.

“What’s this?” Jungkook asks as he fiddles with the buttons of the device in his hand, the intensity of the vibrations increasing each time he presses something.

“Jungkook!” You yelp, tossing your laptop aside on your couch to rush over to him a few feet away. You snatch the pink object from his hand, an even brighter shade of pink coating your face.

“Where did you find that?”

“Your drawers,” he explains with a shrug, lips in a pout and eyes wide, almost innocent, as he’s genuinely confused as to what the item is and why it’s making you so perplexed.

You don’t even think to explain, but when you walk back over to the couch mumbling “that’s so fucking embarrassing”— he realizes.

You place the sex toy on the coffee table, trying your best to pretend it’s not there and he didn’t just find it, and Jungkook slowly walks up to you and takes his seat on the sofa, his curiosity bigger than ever.

It takes you a moment to fully refocus, rereading the same line a significant amount of times before it clicks in your mind and you start rewriting until you’re carried away into a hypnotic working haze. So much so that you don’t see Jungkook cautiously reaching over to grab the vibrator once again.

Jungkook examines it, somewhat intrigued as he never saw a sex toy before. His ex-wife was pretty vanilla so he’s never had a reason to buy one, but seeing yours and imagining you using it drives his imagination absolutely wild.

His thumb traces over the smaller bead beneath the larger one, wondering how it could possibly be used. A clit stimulator, he wonders? He takes note of the part that surely is meant to go inside of you, and part of him wonders if his tip alone is bigger than it.

He wonders if you pretend it is his tip when you use it, and that idea alone makes him so f—

“Couldn’t help yourself?” You playfully scold him, distracting his building thoughts as you put your laptop aside to fully entertain his curiosity.

He only smirks at your words, continuing to stare at the object.

“Since I helped you with your paper you should help me by teaching me how this works.”

It’s really not that complicated, you think, but it is only fair to return the learning experience. You guide his thumb to the clit stimulator part as you begin to explain.

“The bigger part goes in me, and this part goes against me.”

Jungkook nods in understanding, lip twitching up into a sly smile as he bites the inside of his cheek.

“I still don’t understand… I think I’m gonna need you to demonstrate.”

Expecting an eye roll or even a giggle, Jungkook is shocked to see you stand up, fingertips tucking into the hem of your shorts. Eyes on his, you grin.

“Gladly.”

Having no time to register your words, your shorts and panties are being brought down the length of your legs until you’re stepping out of them and walking over to stand in front of his knees. Jungkook gawks like a teen boy watching a porno for the first time, the vibrator still in his hand as he eyes your exposed sex.

“Is this seat taken?” You ask in regards to his lap, tone humorous but no more than it is seductive. The corners of his mouth twitch in a grin, shocked by your sudden bravery— which is something much different than your usual timidity that he’s used to.

Nodding, he finds himself intrigued to see how far this spur of dominance will go.

“Good,” you bend down to press your lips against his ear, hand finding its way to his chest, fingers reclining down the buttons of his button-down. You place fragile kisses against his cartilage, purposeful shallow breaths trailing directly into his ear as he exhales in response.

“Jagi,” you whisper, tone soft. “Strip for me.”

Any coherent thoughts that Jungkook had, one being a pleasing idea of what it’d be like for you to top him, were completely gone upon your request.

But it was too stern, so make that demand. In awe that you were suddenly demanding him now, he doesn’t try to take control or end it. Why would he? He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t gotten himself off to the mere idea before.

“So bossy,” he makes sure to keep his notorious sexual cockiness intact. You straighten yourself back up to allow him room to do as instructed, and it’s while he’s slowly unbuttoning his top that you realize you’ve never topped someone before.

Sure, you’ve had exes. Well, ex, singular. But you’ve also had flings. And looking back at it, they were all so adamant on keeping their masculinity intact that they always made sure you were underneath them. That they were pleasuring you and not the other way around.

But Jungkook isn’t them. Of course he wants to pleasure you, but he doesn’t depend on being the one in power. In fact, he wants you to use him. To fuck yourself on him like it’s yours. He just wants you.

He’s never tested these waters, but if he were going to let anyone dom him for the first time— it’d be you.

But again, he’ll still manage to keep some dominance of his own intact. It’s in his nature.

“Do I get to use this on you?” Jungkook breaks the moment of silence and it’s only now you realized he’s unbuttoned all of his top with the vibrator still in his hold.

You forgo the idea of using him instead of the toy, but now you can’t help but address the lewd ideas brewing in your mind. Straddling him once more, you undo his zipper.

It’s not until you guide his aching length out of his pants and boxers that you address his question, stealing a peck before answering.

“No. I am.”

Immediately the space between his brows twitch in confusion, intrigued but unsure of what you mean. You elaborate.

“I’m going to use it on you. How’s that sound?”

You can’t help but giggle as his eyes widen a bit, mind straight away going to something he’s not quite sure he’s ready for. Again, you spare his confusion and elaborate.

“Relax, it’s not going to go there.” You grab the pink toy from his hand, pressing it on. “It’s only gonna go here,” you say as you press the vibrating bead to his tip, his harsh gasp overcoming the faint buzz.

“Shit—”

“Yeah? How’s it feel?”

His chest is already heaving and his cock keeps twitching, simultaneously breaking the contact with the toy. You both reach for his shaft at the same time to hold him in place, but he lets you be the one to take hold of him.

Because it’s yours, he thinks. All fucking yours.

“Feels good, really good.”

You grin at his approving words, pressing the object slighter harder against his tip. He lets out an airy whimper, so light that it could pass as a whine or a subtle cry.

And you didn’t think this version of him would affect you this much.

Your core is sticky and hot and Jungkook feels it seeping into the material of his pants that have yet to be taken off completely, and he nudges his thigh beneath you, signaling to grind yourself on it.

As if on cue, you had the same idea, and letting the object travel just a little lower down his swollen cock, you begin to grind your hips. Your small action results in both of you hissing, and the following moans are long and deep.

“Feel like I’m g-gonna cum, jagi, I can’t— fuck.”

Jungkook is clearly in a deeper haze than you, and his hips are bucking as he tries his best not to do that. But you’re not a monster, so you lift the object off of him.

Plus part of you really just can’t hold off riding him any longer. You need him in you.

“Baby?” You ask, tone tame and innocent. Out of breath, he hums for you to continue. “I want you.”

And how badly Jungkook wishes to pathetically tell you he’s yours and to use his cock if that’s what you need. How he’d let you do anything t—

Jungkook stops himself, those thoughts of his catching him completely off guard as he attempts to get ahold of himself. Although it is very true, he considers. So true that he grabs your hips and pulls you harshly off his thigh and into his lap, his cock hard and throbbing against your slit.

With a gasp from you, Jungkook rolls his hips until his tip slips between your folds, your natural lubricant guiding it directly to your clit. And with another gasp, Jungkook smirks.

“So wet already?”

“So close already?” You shoot back, the same dark spark in both of your eyes. You watch your reflection through his eager gaze, unsure if you’re patient enough to banter with him in such needy state.

And in the midst of contemplating whether or not to test your teasing capabilities and make him wait to feel you, he’s already grabbing his shaft and aligning himself to your entrance, free hand slamming your hips down onto him— no easing whatsoever.

“You’re a bit bold today,” he speaks through a lost breath as you nearly scream at the impact, already feeling him so deep and it hasn’t even been a second.

He doesn’t go so far as to repeat the harsh movement, and he instead stays still as he gives you a moment to get used to his length bottomed out in you. You shift a bit to get comfortable, but when his tip hits a certain spot inside of you you’re wincing again and he brings a comforting hand to the back of your head.

“C’mon baby, you can take it,” he whispers, hand slowly petting at your hair. “Take my dick, baby, be good for me.”

His words send an exhilarating chill down your back and it also encourages you to start moving your hips up his length, very slowly dragging back down.

“Fuck,” you whisper, short of breath as his hands start to make their way to the bottom hem of your shirt. Your movements are cautious and precise, and you feel you’re almost ready to ride his full length.

Once you bottom him out again, he gathers the material of your shirt and lifts it up and off of you, carelessly throwing it onto the floor as his hands go straight to your mounds, delicately massaging as you rise all the way up to his tip, easing back down until you feel his hips against you. You both gasp, him a little louder as he didn’t expect you to ease up so soon, and he continues to toy with your nipples in exchange.

“So fucking big,” you whisper in a slurred tone, jaw going agape upon rising and crashing down on him again.

Jungkook smirks at your comment, bucking his hips a little in an effort to put in some work.

“And it’s all for you.”

Jungkook is so close to near that he probably shouldn’t be speaking so soon as it’s predictable he’ll finish first, but his words are what’s encouraging you to ride more than you can take, feeling his tip in what feels like your stomach.

You increase your pace, chasing your high as Jungkook tries to resist his.

“Keep talking, Gukkie, love when you— fuck,” you cut your sentence short, far too distracted by the feeling of him absolutely destroying you. Jungkook understood nonetheless, both hands going to your hips as he guides your pace to go even faster.

“Love when I talk about how my cock is yours?” He asks in regards to your cut-off sentence. “So fucking slutty, jagi, only sluts like hearing that.”

Your moans have shifted into lengthy cries and whimpers, your thighs beginning to burn from slapping against his. He doesn’t let you slow down.

You manage to whimper out an “mhm” before tossing your head back.

“Yeah? Tell me you’re a slut, baby.”

“I’m a—“

He halts your words as a hand harshly grabs your jaw, directing you to face him.

“Look me in the eyes when you speak to me.”

You gulp, his stern tone accompanied by the feeling of his cock bringing you closer and closer sends a cold sweat down your back, and you frantically nod in obedience, afraid that if you don’t he’ll stop.

“I’m a slut,” you whimper with a broken voice, eyes welling as it’s all becoming too fucking much.

But you can’t cum yet, you tell yourself. It feels too good to end so soon.

“Then ride my dick like the slut that you are,” he speaks in a contradicting soft tone, eyes occasionally flicking shut as the temptation of releasing becomes more and more enticing.

You follow as told, grinding your hips as he guides you to bounce on his lap, hitting that spot with each thrust. You both turn into a mess of mumbled profanities and lengthy cries, but neither of you gives in to cumming yet.

“Tell me I’m the only one,” he starts, drawing your attention. You can hardly see him clearly as you're moving too fast on him, but you’re able to make out his deep, dark eyes. “Tell me I'm the only one who can make you feel like this.”

His words yet again travel straight to your core, adding to the already overwhelming pleasure and Jungkook can feel you convulsing around him. You nod again, frantic and eager.

“Y-you’re the only one,” you mumble inaudibly, yet it’s enough for him to make out what it is you’re saying. “I only want you.”

Just like you, Jungkook also seeks pleasure from your incoherent words. You feel him twitch inside of you, causing yet another convulsion, and for a split second you feel your high creeping up on you but you fight it.

“Your ex-boyfriends couldn’t fuck you like this, huh? Couldn’t make you fall apart like this?”

His questions are rhetorical at this point given it’s obvious he’s right. He’s much older than anyone you’ve been with and much bigger and better and fuck— you’re so close.

You figure you might as well finish with a bang, so fiercely and courageously, you decide to test him.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself,” you tease. “I can probably cum harder with just my toy alone.”

You both know that’s not true. And it’s almost as if Jungkook wants to prove that it’s not as his hand goes to pick up said toy, clicking it on and pressing it hard against your clit as he stops your hips from moving, swiftly guiding himself out of you before holding you still against him.

“Ah—”

“Yeah? Since you’re so tough, cum from the toy alone. You don’t need my dick.”

You whine in protest, trying to move your hips to find his tip but his hold on you is much stronger than you are. You pout in defeat, regretting your words as the toy isn’t giving you nearly as much satisfaction as his cock does.

“Please,” you beg. “I’m sorry.”

Jungkook lets out a sadistic chuckle, chest rumbling beneath you as he torturously moves the toy away from your clit, giving you no friction whatsoever.

“Now you’re sorry?”

You nod, pathetically.

“Are you gonna behave while I fuck you?”

You haven’t stopped nodding, wanting nothing more but to feel him again.

“Please.”

With one last plead, Jungkook himself couldn’t bare not feeling you and he releases his grip on your hips as he takes hold of his swollen and sensitive shaft, guiding himself back into your entrance— toy still being held securely against your clit.

You let out a long sigh of relief, picking up where you left off and riding him hard and fast until he’s grunting mercilessly beneath you.

“I’m so close, baby,” he tells you, tone much softer than it was a minute ago. His head is lolled back, neck on full display.

The sight of his Adam's apple bobbing at each moan is a sight you can stare at forever, and when Jungkook pries his eyes open to peak at you he catches you looking.

And with a bold idea, he takes your smaller hand in his, guiding it to his throat.

“You can choke me, baby,” he encourages, his hand that’s on top of yours applying pressure. “Go on, I want you to choke me.”

You gulp, a habit you picked up just tonight, and you apply your own pressure to his neck. He immediately lets out a soft whimper, eyes glazing over in a spark you’re too familiar with.

The sight plus his massive length penetrating you so filthily sends your mind into a lewd overload, and you feel as your high starts to build.

But Jungkook doesn’t let you close your eyes.

Hand coming back into contact with your cheek, he guides you to stare directly into his, jaw clenched as he grunts through his next words.

“Eyes on me,” he pants, his own high approaching.

You pick up your pace, eyes deep on his like you’re pleading to just cum. He nods in encouragement, moans coming out frantic and needy.

“Fuck, mhm just like that, fuck.”

His tone is what brings you to the edge, but it’s his next words that make you fall.

“See how much I love it? Look into my eyes while you cum, baby. Fuck, cum all over my cock—“

Your chest heaves heavily as all your senses go blank and you're falling into that pool of euphoria as he continues to chase his high, hands on your hips not letting you catch a break. He does however toss the toy aside, sparing your clit the torture.

“T-too much, Gukkie, ah—”

“Shh, you can handle it baby, just a f-few more strokes.”

You bury your face into his neck as you try your best to endure the overstimulation, and it’s your continuous convulsions that send Jungkook into the same bone-numbing pool.

He cusses out a number of profanities as you feel his warm release shooting deep inside of you, and it’s a lot. He wraps his arms around your back, holding you tight against him as his high fades gradually and he comes back to reality.

“Oh my god,” he pants into your hair, your face still tucked into his neck as you try to grasp a hold of your senses.

You’ve never been fucked like that, and now that you have, you don’t think you can ever settle for less.

“Did so good for me,” he whispers as he places a soft kiss on the top of your head, stroking your bare back with his clammy hand, feeling your own sweat as well.

You don’t move for a moment, feeling paralyzed in his arms. You don’t want to part from his body contact just yet, and he allows you to stay there until his eyes fall shut and you’re synchronized breathing as well as the exhaustion sends you both into a heavy rest.

And your dreams certainly do not fail you as it replays what just happened, the feeling of lust and security still lingering in the air.

The subtle hum of someone talking is what wakes you up, and you check your surroundings to discover Jungkook isn’t in sight.

You’re able to make out that you’re in your bed, a button-down covering your bare body. This tells you he hasn’t left yet, so while rubbing your tired eyes you head out of your room. You take note to check the clock on your nightstand in passing, seeing how it’s two in the morning now.

You’re once again met with the vague mumble of talking, walking closer to the noise until you spot Jungkook in the kitchen, phone against his ear.

“You know I can’t do that,” he speaks in a hushed tone against the phone, not having heard your footsteps approach. “I’m not going to just leave her to go to you.”

Your brows immediately furrow and your heartbeat begins to increase, not knowing whether to make your presence known or continue to eavesdrop.

But he is in your house being secretive on the phone, so you can be secretive as well, you think.

“Listen, please just go to bed. We can talk about this tomo—“ He halts his words, presumably interrupted. “Ness, come on.”

Ness? What you’ve learned so far is that he’s on a nickname basis with his ex-wife, apparently is wanted by her right now, and has something to discuss with her tomorrow. You clear your throat, far too scared to discover anything more.

Jungkook jolts in startle before twisting to face you, eyes wide as he slowly pulls the phone from his ear.

“I’ve got to go,” he speaks monotonously before pressing the hangup button, and it only takes seconds before his phone is ringing again. He silences it, tucking the device into his pocket.

“Y/N—”

“What was that?” You ask, cautious. Your tone isn’t accusing or angry, but your heart certainly is. Jungkook walks up to you, but you back away.

“That was Nessa— my wife.”

“Wife?”

He immediately scrunches his face, shaking his head as he backtracks.

“Ex-wife, I meant. She was calling because—” You look down, unable to look at him with coldness in your eyes. He halts his words upon it.

“Don’t lie, Jungkook,” you warn before he continues, not knowing what to feel after he just accidentally referred to his ex-wife as his wife.

Jungkook knows how bad this looks, he knows how idiotic he is for mistaking such an unmistakable term. But he doesn’t know what to say. He won’t lie to you. He couldn’t. But he fears the truth is something you won’t want to hear.

“She wants me to go over there.”

Your body goes tense, your heart stops for what feels like a full minute, and it takes everything in you to ask the follow-up question. Eyes glancing back up to his, you try to keep your voice steady.

“And do you plan to go?”

His eyes shamefully dart to the ground, and you can feel your heart strain, a feeling you never thought you’d feel with him washing over every cell in your body.

Betrayal.

You don’t let him respond— you don’t need him to verbally confirm it. With a scoff, you instead turn around and head back over to your bed.

“You know where the door is,” you mumble as the first tear slips down your face, anticipating his leave so that you can let it all out in private.

However, his footsteps get louder and a hand is tugging on your wrist before you can even make it out of the kitchen.

“She said it has to do with Dahlia, so I kind of have t—“

“And you believe her?” You turn around, disbelief coating your aura. “It doesn’t take a genius to see what she’s doing, you’re better than that to let her fool you Jungkook.”

You’ve never put much thought into the kind of person his ex could be, but after today you’ve collected all the essential pieces needed to figure out she’s not a very good one. Jungkook told you before that she’s toxic and manipulative, and you can see how he was right.

And you won’t let her break you two apart, but there’s nothing you can do if Jungkook just allows her to.

“I know what she wants, but if I don’t go over there she’ll try to—”

“Try to what? Break up with you?”

Jungkook is taken aback by your accusation, brows knitting together as he tries to register what you just said.

“Y/N, what are you talking about? We’re divor—”

“Just so you know, it’s not common for a divorced man to call his ex-wife his wife.”

Jungkook knew you wouldn’t let that slide so easily, and he feels his heart start to beat faster, louder, as he tries his absolute best to fix this.

“I didn’t mean to say that, it’s late and my mind isn’t where it’s supposed to be right now, just—”He takes a moment to breathe, hand coming up to rub at his temple. “Can you please just trust me?”

Trust him? You scoff at the words as soon as they leave his mouth. You love him, you know you do, but you don’t love him enough to let him play this game with you.

“Even if I did, you expect me to what? Be okay with you sleeping with your ex?”

“Who said I'm sleeping with her?” His tone is confused but soft as he’s trying his best to make everything make sense to the both of you and remain some sort of calmness.

“She’s calling you to come over at two in the morning, Jungkook. What else would she want?”

He sighs, his heartbeat having made its way to his head and he feels it ringing in his ears as he takes a hesitant step towards you. You allow it, only because you know he’s persistent.

“Listen,” he tries again, this time taking your hands in his. “Earlier she—” he takes his eyes off of yours before he continues, taking a quick deep breath.

“Earlier she threatened to file for custody, and I know she’s only bluffing, but—”

“But you can’t risk it,” you finish his sentence, the realization settling in. Your straining heart stops for a moment as you start to piece together what’s going on.

You earn his eye contact once again.

“Exactly,” he breathes out, relieved you understand. “I’m just worried that if I piss her off, which would most likely happen if she finds out I told her no because I’m with you, she’ll actually go forth with it. And not to sound so dramatic but I can’t even imagine a world where I don’t get to see Dahl—“

His voice began to break, so you softly cut him off with a “hey” followed by a hand cupping his cheek.

“I get it,” you decide to comfort him. “And despite how fucked up that is, I can see why you’d want to go there right now.”

He places a hand over yours on his cheek, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. You feel a tear drip against your hand, and you stroke the area beneath his eye.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers with almost no volume, voice still breaking. Your heart strains even harder, this time for a different reason.

“It’s not your fault. I’m sorry you have to deal with that.”

And you truly are. It’s not every day you find out that your boyfriend’s baby mama is blackmailing him in the cruelest way possible, threatening to take his own daughter away if he does anything to piss her off, which includes seeing you.

Plus if she finds out exactly how, or more specifically, where you and Jungkook met, she could easily use that as a reason to win full custody.

And you don’t really know what this means for you two now, and as much as you really don’t want to say her vile plan worked, you’re afraid you have no other choice here.

“Jungkook,” you whisper as tears of your own begin to fall. “What are we even doing, then?”

Those are the words he could have gone without hearing right now, and his heart just about breaks when he realizes his answer.

He doesn’t know either.

It was easy to love you. It was easy to agree to a relationship with you. But now that everything is said and done, the reality is kicking in harder than ever. He doesn’t really know exactly why he thought this would work in the first place, and he absolutely hates himself for convincing you that it would.

Because despite this situation he’s in with his ex, there are still so many other things wrong with dating you.

He’s a dad. And he’s tried not to think about that in a bad light, but how could he not? You’re so young, he thinks. Way too young to settle down with someone who’s been married and has a kid. He can’t do that to you. It just wouldn’t be right.

And you’re also still in college. Sure, you’re graduating in about two weeks from now, but you’ve yet to even start a career.

You’ve yet to live.

Jungkook wants you to experience life with men your age. And as fucked up as it sounds, he wants you to date other people and get your heart broken and move on, because that’s life. That’s what young people are supposed to do.

They’re not supposed to settle down with their thirty-year-old professor that they decided to fuck one time in class. Because that should have only been a one-time experience. A rebellious college story that you tell your friends about in the future. It shouldn’t have led to this.

Jungkook obviously doesn’t want to leave you, doesn’t want you to leave him, but if he were smart, and if he truly loves you like he says he does, he’d let you go.

And you know all of that too. You’ve told it to yourself more times than you can count but you’ve pushed it away each time. And you can’t pull the naive card forever. Sooner or later you’re going to have to wake up and realize how different your lives are and how this relationship just can’t work. It was never destined to.

This situation he’s in with his ex is a wake-up call, you think. And you won’t allow yourself to be the reason he loses custody over his daughter. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if that happens.

As if you both were speaking your thoughts out loud, he instinctively clutches you tight in his arms seconds before you break out into a sob against his chest.

You’ve felt heartbreak before, but this is the first time you realized you loved something you just can’t have. And that feeling is soul-crushing.

“Please don’t cry,” Jungkook whispers against your head, his throat burning as he tries to stay tough for you. He can’t have you both breaking down, that would only make this hurt more.

Jungkook has never seen you sob before, hardly has seen you cry, and on this new train of thought, Jungkook realizes he barely knows much about you.

He doesn’t know what’s gone on in your life before you met him. Doesn’t even know your birthday. All he knows is your sexual preferences and the ways to your heart.

And he hates that he let himself end up there.

Jungkook isn’t confident he’ll find another person like you probably ever, and he’d ask you to wait for him but he knows how absurd that’d be. He’ll just have to learn to be content alone again. He’s done it before. At least he has Dahlia to keep from rotting away completely.

But he doesn’t know how he’s going to adjust to a life without you after experiencing what it was like to have you in it. It’s going to hurt. And it’s going to take ages to recover from. So that’s why he should end it now. Save yourselves from any more intense pain in the future.

“Baby,” he whispers against you. The word makes your sobs increase, and you pray that he doesn’t say what you fear needs to be said.

“No,” you cry in an attempt to stop him, not knowing what else to say.

You can’t bear hearing him say the words. It wasn’t supposed to end so soon, you think. You’re not ready for life without him.

“Please don’t make this hard,” he caves into the temptation of tears, body trembling as he holds you in his shaky arms.

“We can find a way,” you straighten up from his hold, eyes wide and hopeful. You look insane, standing there panicking and begging him to stay. But you both know that can’t happen.

Jungkook feels worse than he did when he and Nessa ended things, and he realizes he’s never fallen so hard for someone as he has for you.

“I love you.”

The words were sudden, and you yourself didn’t think they’d actually leave your lips. Jungkook’s cries halt as he processes, and you frantically dart your eyes between his as you wait for a response. Any response.

I. Love. You. It sounds entirely different than it did in your head, and the meaning is even stronger when spoken verbally. And as you listened to yourself confess it, you realized just how true it is.

And Jungkook realizes too.

For lack of a better analogy, Jungkook feels as if he’s on a circular race track, your words being what makes him loop right back to his initial thought.

He can’t leave you.

“I love you too.”

And confessing such words back, they taste refreshing as they pass his lips. It feels like a mountain has been lifted off of his shoulders, and now with the L word out in the open, Jungkook realizes it’s going to take much more than his petty ex to end things with you.

Love is in the air, and hope is what you’ll both continue to hold onto.

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a/n: i swear i am dizzy from how much whiplash writing this gave me… but HOLY SHIT?!?! they’re both whipped and are NOT letting little miss nessa tear them down anytime soon🙅🏻‍♀️🫶 ps: this is a HAPPY ENDING YALL… headcanon them falling back asleep in the same bed 😚🫂

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Like I’m Famous

It’s New Years Eve and Jungkook would rather be anywhere else than at his company’s massive party. Sure, he’s a guest of honor and his team rented out the nicest hotel in Seoul, but ringing in the New Year with you on the other side of the world just feels wrong. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to celebrate without the woman he loves, but maybe- just maybe…he won’t have to…

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Idol! Jk, Dom! Jk (oops), established relationship au, long distance au, smut, fluff

Word Count: 11,239

Warnings: a teeny bit of angst, use of alcohol (jungkook and yn are sober), biting, marking, scratching, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control), dirty talking, doggy style, slight elements of dom/sub dynamics, squirting. 

A/N: Happy New Year, cuties <3 s/o to @bulletproofbirdy and @gldnrecs for putting up with me screaming about this jk. Love you both!!! Let me know what you think ^-^

Jungkook grumbles to himself as his long fingers desperately try to unravel the tangled mass of party decorations. 

He HATES parties. 

But the company is insisting on throwing a massive one for it’s employees, which (unfortunately) includes him and six of his best friends. 

One could argue that they are probably fairly important employees, considering the fact that they bring in nearly 80% of the company’s revenue, but Jungkook? Literally. Doesn’t. Care. 

It’s New Year’s Eve. 

He wants to spend it at home with some good alcohol and a FEW friends. 

Not half the population of Seoul. 

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Satisfaction 

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER | JUNGKOOK VERSION 

Despite growing up in the same neighbourhood you barely recognised the once slender, spotty, flat haired Jungkook from high school when you bumped into him one day; but he sure remembered you. After setting a date to get drinks together one thing soon lead to another and before you knew it your clothes were shed and his biggest fantasy came to life. Turns out Jungkook had been planning this for a very long time.

And you had no idea.

masterlist | ask | song

WARNINGS: smut, 18+ readers only! pure filth, slight yandere!jungkook. male masturbation, oral (f receiving), rough sex, drinking, swearing. mentions of past infidelity 

WORD COUNT: 8k

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