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the five-year plan. six | jjk

you’ve always had a very strict life plan. when you were twenty you sat down and made your five-year plan, you would get married, get your dream house, have your dream career and then at the end of those five years you’d have a kid. everything was going perfectly to plan, well until your husband came home with divorce papers. now you’re somehow trying to stay on track, maybe you could convince your best friend to have a baby with you?

summary: the one where you finally try for a baby and you're both feeling a little awkward.

pairing: best friend!jungkook x reader. general warning/tags for the series: non-idol!au, reader just got divorced, idiots to lovers, slow burn, unprotected sex, ovulation horny, iykyk, family drama, in law drama, ex-husband drama, just drama all around, domestic fluff, we didn't know that we were in a relationship, co-parenting, dramatic confessions, more tags to come. wc: 3.1k author’s note: bye sorry this is so late i took a break to have dinner and then took a minute to come back. this chapter is brought to you by "headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet" by fall out boy, bc i listened to that on repeat the entire time i wrote lmaoo. this part was so hard to write finding like the right balance of awkward and not?? idk. but i definitely need to hear thoughts about this part ok, like i beg of thee. i once again,, can not tell if i like it or not.

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“Soooo, this is weird right?”

“Oh cool, so it's not just me.”

You let out a sigh of relief and practically feel layers of tension leave your body as you melt back into his very expensive couch.

It’s been three weeks since you and Jungkook decided that you two would try for a baby. You had done the responsible thing and the two of you had both gotten tested for any and every possible STI. You waited for your last period to pass and then stopped taking your birth control. At that point it just came down to finding a good time.

You had never had to schedule a time to have sex before, but between your own and Jungkook's work schedule you had to sit down and decide a date, time, and place. While you did want to have a baby, and you absolutely did want Jungkook to be the father you didn’t think about how absolutely awkward the prospect of sleeping with your best friend would be.

You had shown up at Jungkook’s with an overnight bag thrown over your shoulder, you felt a little like you were a teenager staying over at a friends for the first time. There was a nervous pit in your stomach despite the fact that you’ve done this countless times. Staying over at Jungkook's place that is, not sleeping with him.

But come on, it's not a big deal, it’s just sex.

Y’know the thing you’ve done with a total of three people — one of which being your ex-husband, and then a total of two people since the divorce.

The first time you had sex with not-Jimin was less than satisfactory, like in fact actually really fucking awful.

You had afterwards spent a decent amount of time crying about your future of awful sex to a bartender.

“Are like most men just bad in bed? I thought women faking orgasms was just a thing in movies. Is this what I have to look forward to? I literally hate this, oh my god. What if Jimin is having really good sex right now and I’m just doomed to a lifetime of faking orgasms.”

After multiple days of this, Yoongi, the bartender, took you home and showed you that your worries were unfounded, and yes not all men are awful in bed.

You felt less panicked about the future after that, but you couldn’t look Yoongi in the eyes for weeks. You even debated finding a new bar to haunt but you knew Yoongi would absolutely make fun of you if you did. Sure, you wouldn't necessarily have to see him again if you didn't come back but it would somehow make its way back to you and if you have anything it's your pride. You couldn't stand the thought of his smug ass face.

Jungkook awkwardly clears his throat. Oh, right.

“I mean we’re adults, there’s no reason it needs to be weird.” You say determinedly, finally coming back to the situation at hand, “It's just sex.”

He doesn't say anything in response just nods and stares at the tv.

You both sit in silence, blinking while whatever movie you had turned on to watch instead watches you.

"You want a drink?” Jungkook says, cutting the silence as cleanly as a rock through a glass window, “I mean, I'm definitely not gonna let you get drunk by any means, but you've got a long nine months of sobriety ahead of you. It might help ease the awkwardness away a little."

You nod, and he practically runs to the kitchen. Why the fuck are you two being so awkward? You haven't been this awkward around each other since the first time you met.

It's fine, you could do this, just have sex the one time and then you can both move on with your lives and coparent the cutest kid to ever exist.

Jungkook comes back with two drinks in his hands, and you take one from him with a grateful smile. You two clink your glasses in a silent cheers before taking slow swigs. Neither of you wanting to speed up the process.

“Ten." You say, staring blankly at the tv. He makes a confused sound, and you continue your thought, “They count the pregnancy start from the date of your last period so pregnancies technically last 10 months.”

“Oh.” He speaks.

You hum in response.

What the fuck? Why're you two being so awkward? It sounded like a good idea at the time but maybe you should back out. Maybe you should just go to a clinic and have Jungkook jizz in a cup and have the doctors baste you like a turkey.

“Fuck it.” “Alright maybe we shouldn't d—.”

You both speak at the same time and before you could inform Jungkook of the turkey basting plan his lips are on yours. His hand is on your jaw holding you in place as he gives you the most awkward kiss you've ever experienced in your life.

Your eyes are wide open as he kisses you deeply, it's by no means a bad kiss you just weren't expecting it. Mouth still half open from being mid-sentence.

He pulls away and stares at you, he looks deep in thought, you stare back just as questioning before he finally sighs.

"Still weird,” he says after his long deliberation, relaxing entirely back into the couch.

You snort, “Should we just go to a clinic?”

Jungkook just shakes his head and sighs, “I looked it up, it's actually really expensive.”

“I know.” You whine, drawing out the o. The price would absolutely do a massive blow to your savings but in the long run that money would be going to the same thing in the general sense. You could either spend it now on the baby making process or spend it in the future on the baby itself. But if you spend that money now, you're definitely going to be struggling when you take maternity leave. Fuck.

You both sit in silence again, the movies now playing the end credits. You're not even sure what movie it was.

“I'm gonna go get another drink,” Jungkook says already moving to stand up, “You want one?”

You hadn't even noticed your drink was gone; you were idly twirling the empty wine glass in your hands.

“Yes please.” You say quietly, holding it out towards him. Jungkook gives you a strange look before taking it and leaving, did you just say please?

What the fuck?

Ok, enough is enough.

You can do this; you want that baby. You think of chubby cheeks, and big doe eyes. Right, you pat yourself on your face. Get your fucking head in the game.

"Dude, why're you covering your eyes?"

"You're naked!" Jungkook practically screams, his voice is high pitched in a way you'd never heard before, a tattooed hand slapped over his eyes, the two wine glasses are held in the other.

You roll your eyes, he's so dramatic, and then you pause for a second to think, “Do you usually have sex with your clothes on?”

“That's not the point.” He's practically whining, “Why are you naked bubs?”

You're not even technically naked, you're standing in the matching pair of panties and bra you had picked out for the evening. You'd be damned if you were gonna have sex and not wear a matching set. It was a simple and cute one, not like you were putting in effort, because of course not, it's Jungkook, but still cute, nonetheless.

“Because we weren't getting anywhere," You say matter of factly, you can feel the pout on your face, but you also can't bring yourself to care, “I thought I would speed up the process a little bit.”

He doesn't respond, hand still slapped dramatically over his eyes.

“Bro, can you stop being dramatic and just take your hand down?”

“Can you not call the guy you're going to have sex with bro?” He snaps back, finally moving his hand away because of his overly dramatic gestures. Jungkook's eyes going wide when he's met with the sight of you.

He's blinking slowly, eyes staying closed a little too long like he's trying and failing to keep them closed.

It's like he's fighting with himself because he wants to look at you, to see all of you, your bare skin. His eyes wanting to trace out all of your curves, the way your breasts sit in your bra and the way your panties hug your waist. He's staring openly, mouth slightly agape before his eyes close slowly again, because he wants to look at you but he doesn't.

You snort, "You can look you know.”

He shakes his head, eyes closed once again, he shifts the wine glasses so there's one in each hand, he brings one up to his lips and downs its contents in one drink.

He gulps loudly, then lets out a deep sigh.

“I really can't.” He says it like it pains him, of course it pains him, Jungkook is faced with boobs he's decidedly told himself that he cannot see.

You laugh again, “I promise I won't call you bro if you stop being fucking weird and just come here.”

“Fine.” He opens his eyes and takes slow steps towards you, sitting the wine glasses down on the coffee table. You can see him mentally debating with himself before he picks up the still full one and downs that one too and then places it down again.

He nods to himself before turning to you again and before he can start being weird again you pull him down towards you in a kiss. It's once again awkward at first. You're both too aware of what's going on to actually be enjoying it. You sigh through your nose and grab his hands placing them on you, before tangling your fingers in his hair deepening the kiss.

He lets out a low moan at the tug of his hair, his hands now roaming your body freely. Good, you think to yourself, he's loosening up. You reach down to tug on his shirt, indicating for him to take it off, he pulls away and does as you wish.

Instead of diving back into the kiss as one would expect he just stares down at you, eyes raking over every inch of you that he can see. You can feel heat starting to pool in your stomach. Okay, you can do this.

“I feel like I'm betraying Jimin.” He says quietly, staring down at you with wide honest eyes.

You push him away by his shoulders, all warmth leaving you immediately, “What the fuck Jungkook?”

You were expecting a 'Fuck, you're so sexy' or something along those lines, but no he brings up your fucking ex-husband?

“Wait, no I didn't mean that. Let's forget I said that.” He leans down to kiss you again, you're completely unresponsive giving him the most annoyed expression you're capable of making.

“I'm not allowed to call you bro, but you can bring up my ex-husband, I repeat once again, what the fuck?”

“I didn't actually mean it, it was just an intrusive thought. I promise, Jimin has nothing to do with this at all. It's just you and me, and our future baby.” He nods determinedly, and then he adds on, “Oh, and Bam.”

You just sigh, “Fine. Let's just go to bed.”

Jungkook kisses you slow and deep as he eases you down onto the bed. Kissing is simple enough, you wouldn't deny that you had thought about kissing Jungkook a couple times. Normally when you're drunk and overly affectionate.

A slide of tongue, a nip of teeth, the new sensation of his piercing. Kissing is always enjoyable, and it's nowhere near as awkward as your earlier attempts.

He suddenly shifts lower, trailing hot open mouth kisses against your chest pushing your bra down just enough to catch your nipple. A warmth makes its way down into your core and you let out a contended sigh. Right, not necessarily necessary for the baby task at hand, but enjoyable. Your mind supplies you with your previous observations about Jungkook and boobs and you can't help but let out a giggle that turns to a choked moan when he flicks his tongue.

Your hands instinctively reach up to grab the back of his head.

His hands reach behind you, expertly unhooking your bra, and you try not to think about how many other women have experienced this same thing.

He helps you slide the straps down your shoulders and off as he trails his kisses even lower. His hair tickling your abdomen as he goes.

He makes eye contact with you, a question in his gaze, you lift your hips so he can pull down your underwear.

You know where this is going, you know exactly what he's doing but you still let out a shocked gasp with the feeling of his breath against you.

"Wait,” You pull on his hair before he could continue, you're not sure why but you stop him, it just feels too intimate. “Let's not do that.”

“Okay… huh,” He tilts his head and then shakes it, “okay, right.” He looks confused, like he's never been denied before in his life, he probably hasn't.

He detaches himself from you, pushing his boxers down and you don't know why but you find yourself looking away before you can think better. Okay, you kind of understand his panic now.

“Let me just," He gets up from the bed, you can hear him start to walk away, “Grab a condom-”

"Jungkook.” You cut him off giving him a perplexed stare, he's standing at the edge of the bed looking like a lost puppy with his dick out. And oh my god his dick is out, you feel the rush of heat to your face, and you quickly look away again.

“Oh, right.“ He finally catches up, “I don't need a condom, that kind of defeats the purpose.”

“You think?” you say still looking anywhere but at him.

It's awkward again, fuck you'd made it so far and then you fucked up again.

“Oh my god, just come put your dick in me.”

There's a choked noise before he's back on the bed with you again.

“Right, okay… Okokok.”

“Won't it like hurt?” He asks cautiously, once again on top of you, staring down with those big ass eyes.

“Don't flatter yourself,” You scoff. Maybe it will a little, but only shortly.

He rolls his eyes and then reaches down to align himself, he starts pushing into you slowly and then like he can't help himself all at once. Bottoming out in you causing your breath to hitch.

“Sorry!” He apologizes, fuck, that awkwardness is still here. You can't believe he just apologized? His eyes are screwed shut and his hands are fisted beside your head with effort to hold himself still.

“I didn’t mean to go that quickly, fuuuuuck, you're so tight, I definitely should've ate you out first or at least fingered you—”

His words cut off in a choked whine as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper.

“It’s fine,” You gasp out, grinding your hips into his, “quit being so fucking weird, Jeon.”

Like you had flipped a switch, Jungkook's self-restraint snaps. He buries his face in your neck to muffle his moans and starts fucking you in earnest, in quick deep strokes that has you throwing your head back in moaning.

He's letting out little noises that has you feeling warm all over, your nails digging into his shoulder as you hold on to him for dear life.

The room is quickly filled with the sounds of moans and skin slapping together each time his hips smack into your ass.

“Fuck,” You whine out when he takes a hold of your thigh, hiking it over his shoulder.

He's fucking into you deeper than before; he stays in place for a few breaths like he needs to physically pull himself back together before pounding into you again faster and harder. One of his hands reaching down to rub tight circles on your clit.

“You feel, fuck, so good” He hisses out, his stupid necklace swinging in your face. And even that's fucking hot, holy shit are you attracted to Jungkook?

The thought is quite literally fucked out of your head, your back arching and you can feel yourself clenching down on him as you moan. He's right, it does feel good. Too good, actually. This wasn't supposed to feel this good.

You feel so good it's almost overwhelming, like your skin is too tight, the room too stifling, you're too close. You can feel the familiar sensation building in you, you're practically on the edge now.

“Fuck, baby, you're taking me so well.” He praises you, before capturing your lips in a kiss.

You moan into his mouth, rolling your hips against his chasing your own high. You're so close, so close.

It's no longer a kiss but just a shared space between the two of you, breathing in each other, eyes locked with his and it's far too intimate, but you can't bring yourself to care.

Jungkook keeps pounding into you, swinging his hips in deep thrusts. Your eyes rolling back at the rushing feeling of your orgasm flooding through your veins.

Jungkook's doesn't stop, continuing to fuck you through it, “That's it baby, cum for me,” You're practically keening, legs shaking as he continues to rub your clit until it's all to much.

You moan loudly, pussy spasming around him as he slams in to you, shoving into you as deeply as he can go before cumming inside of you. A new sensation that has your eyes rolling back once again.

An ache throbs deep inside of you, the head of Jungkook's cock had forced itself up as far as possible against your cervix. Your body still shaking through the waves of your orgasm. Your mouth dropped open, still trying to catch your breath.

Jungkook just continues rolling his hips in a slow circle, grinding deeply inside of you, not stopping until you are whining, practically wordlessly begging for him to stop.

Right, okay, maybe you get why his ex-girlfriend practically wrote sonnets about his dick.

“Sooo,” Jungkook says the morning after, looking every bit as cute and innocent as always, like he didn't blow your back out last night, “Are you pregnant, are you gonna throw up? Should we get a test?”

“Bro it’s literally the morning after,” You stare at him like he's grown a second head, third, you had gotten acquainted with the second one after all, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I don’t know, I feel like the girl always throws up the morning after when she’s pregnant.”

“Yeah …in fanfiction.”

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🫧⇢sugar daddy!dilf!jungkook x f!reader

🫧⇢summary : you're a little brat but he'd teach you to be polite

🫧⇢smut, fluff

🫧⇢cw : dd/lg, age play and age gap, actually, big cock!dom!jk, bratty!sub!reader, spanking, fingering, orgasm (f), cum play, cum swallowing, degradation kink, dumbification, overstimulation, aftercare (not really detailed but it's there dw)

🫧⇢note : I had to :(

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"Be a nice girl and eat what's on your plate," Jungkook repeats for the third time since he dragged you to sit for dinner.

You don't answer, don't even acknowledge he spoke, looking at your manicure. You had gotten your nails done this afternoon, opting for a baby-blue theme. You can hear him sigh from where he was sat and keep yourself from smiling in content. Your plan was working : he'll be fucking your brain out in a matter of seconds now.

"Okay, listen," he starts, tone stone cold and eyes piercing. "Here's the thing, little girl : you're living under my roof, and you don't get to make your own rules." He bangs his fist on the table when he notices how you remain unmoving, nostrils flaring with anger because if there was one thing that jungkook hated, it was being ignored. "And you even less get to disrespect me like you are doing right now ! When I speak, you look at me. Do you understand that, or should I repeat ?"

You stare up to see your provider leaning forward with both hands flat on the wooden surface, white shirt unbuttoned at the base of his collarbone and perfectly brushed black hair accentuating the deepness of his irises. "I think I didn't fully understand...", you pout, knowing damn well in what shit you're getting yourself into. It's almost as if you could already feel your wet hole get sore.

Jungkook blinks once before he's chuckling darkly, shaking his head in disbelief. "Oh, I see...", he nods to himself, staring at you without a word for a minute, giving you a taste of what is to come in the hard brown of his eyes and you have to cross your legs, ashamed of how you're dripping wet already. He smirks knowingly, shaking his index at you, "maybe you should come closer, just to make sure you hear me loud and clear this time."

His voice has goosebumps spreading across your skin and you gulp as you get up. The tight fabric of your mini-skirt does little to keep your meaty thighs from his predaceous gaze. You stand one feet away from him who's still sat on his seat, his black slacks hugging his muscular legs perfectly, especially complimenting the protruding tent of his middle. A whine escapes at the sight, hole clenching around air and you feel envy bubble in your veins like it would for a child when they see a toy. You needed jungkook's pretty cock in you.

"Daddy...", you call defeatedly, looking up at him with begging eyes. Reaching out for him to take you on his lap, shush you softly while making you bounce on his thick thigh to appease your whines, you're met with a laugh.

"Tsk, keep your hands to yourself, brat," jungkook whistles, smirking at your neediness. Oh how fast the tables have the tendency to turn in his favor... "What ? Did you think you could act like a slut while being sat at my table and then beg for some cock ? How dumb are you..."

Tears blur your vision at his words, frustration creeping up like wildfire. He's so cruel, "you're so mean...!", you protest, stomping your foot, which only makes his smirk spread even more.

"Aw, is that so, baby ? Don't you think you deserved it, little thing ?" You turn around, ready to leave him to sit alone, if it wasn't for his fingers gripping your hair. "Ah ah ah, what did I just tell you about ignoring me when I speak ?" Jungkook sighs behind you, getting up from the stool without letting go of your hair. "Looks like I did a poor job at teaching you respect..." His mouth is hovering your ear, voice sultry, making you shiver in anticipation. "Let me correct that right away, then."

Jungkook guides you to lean over the table harshly, one hand holding you at the base of your neck while the other lifts your skirt over your ass. You have your hands resting on each side of your head but to no purpose, the strength with which he was holding you down making you struggle to even as much as glance back at him. You do, though, and see Jungkook staring like a starved man at your buttocks, hand fondling them before he spanks them sharply, the shock resonating in the empty room. You yelp out in surprise and pain, flesh stinging.

"I must not look away when daddy's speaking to me." Jungkook lectures you before he spanks you once more, making you bite down on your lips. "Repeat."

"I must n-not look away when daddy's speaking to m-me," you recite, feeling your juices gushing out of your pussy and down the inside of your thigh.

Another slap and you whine in protestation, but he says just one word : "again."

Drool is pooling at the corner of your mouth, "I must not l-look away when daddy's speaking t-to me," you repeat nonetheless and hear jungkook unbuckling his belt. "Daddy..." you weakly call, hole shivering in fear, the kind of fear that had warmth pooling your panties.

"No, daddy doesn't want to hear a single word coming from your bratty mouth unless he asks you to, understand ?", he orders sternly, fingers teasing your puckered hole.

"Yes, daddy, yes, I understand."

He pushes a finger inside, a long moan running on your tongue. But jungkook doesn't move it, just stuffs your pussy with his tattooed finger in a way that feels uncomfortable but pleasurable somehow. Then another. And a third. And before your can even realize, four of his fingers are knuckle deep inside your drenched pussy.

"So fucking wet. What a whore," he groans as he starts pumping his digits in and out of you, "tight little cunt hugging my fingers so well... even your hole is an attention seeker— ugh..."

You whine softly, repeating 'please' like a broken record. "Humpf–! D-daddy, daddy, please— oh !" you mewl lewdly, walls sucking his fingers deeper, repeatedly hitting your special spot. "Ow...! Daddy, i'm so close, daddy, please — um..."

If anything, this makes jungkook go even harder on your poor little pussy, stretching it out and making you go crazy, thighs shaking so badly he has to hold your waist so that you don't fall to the ground like a rag doll. Your orgasm comes crashing down on you like thunder, incoherent sounds leaving your lips as jungkook keeps his pace, not once slowing to let you regain even a percent of your consciousness. Tears have started streaming down your cheeks, soaking the space between your skin and the table. You could feel buckets of your cum gushing out of you, lewd noises filling your headspace and keeping you from forming a single thought.

"Fuck," jungkook curses, frowning at the sight, his bulge throbbing painfully in his pants. "Oh, what a whore you are. You wanted this, didn't you ? Wanted it so bad..." He takes his fingers out, wiping them on your ass. Finding it didn't work good enough, he brings his digits in front of your mouth, knuckles knocking on the table as an order to open up. Which you do, licking his fingers clean, eyes closed. "Seems like you understood the lesson this time, pretty thing," Jungkook scoffs, manhandling you to sit on his lap after repositioning your skirt over your red bottom.

You whimper, hiding yourself in the crook of his neck, fingers tugging on the fabric of his shirt, his warmth grounding you slowly.

Jungkook wraps his arms around you, pressing kisses on the top of your head occasionally. "You're daddy's pretty little girl, always so ready to endure anything. Daddy's little brat," he mutters gently, caressing your cheek. "You took my fingers in so well, baby, I'm so proud of you." You nod, smiling a little at the praise. "You're going to be ready to take my cock in no time, and I can't wait for that." He continues, guiding your hand down to feel his boner that looked like it could tear the pants down at any given time. Jungkook chuckles at your surprised stare, kissing your temple, "See how hard you make me feel, angel ? And all of this is going to belong to your pretty cunt, just like your pussy belongs to me."

You giggle, excited like a child at what he was hinting to, wrapping your arms around his muscular neck.

"Since you took your punishment like a big girl, you can take my black card to go shopping," Jungkook smiles, earning a hard kiss from you who squeals like a kid at Christmas.

"Really ? Thank you, daddy ! I love you !", you exclaim, secretly grinning at how your plan went down successfully. Poor Jeon Jungkook would regret being so generous...

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