Colour Me In: Too Much | Jjk (m)

colour me in: too much | jjk (m)

Summary: Strange how just one look into his alluring eyes makes you cave into all his wishes. Especially when they include something you never saw yourself doing with him.

➳ pairing: Jungkook x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: fwb/f2l, fake dating, partly college!au; some angst, mostly fluff and smut ➳ warnings: sexual tension, fuckboy!jk, the after-sex convo broke my heart a bit…, jk can’t stop looking at her and he’s so damn cute </3; explicit sexual content: oh god jk is a demon and so hot, dom & big dick jk, use of sex toys, tying up (with jogger strings ??), teasing/edging, fingering, oral (f. rec.), manhandling, he LOVES her tiddies, multiple orgasms, a bit of choking, a bit of degradation, dirty talk, rough (but also soft) unprotected sex (condoms are a thing, don’t forget), praise, aftercare and cuddling; they’re not in love NO not at all ➳ word count: 7.2k ➳ a/n: i know this is mostly just smut, but it hurt a little to write it tbh :’) since it’s a drabble, it’s not that important to the story, but it adds depth to the characters. those who aren’t reading the series, feel free to read it as a stand-alone! and as always let me know what you guys think – a little message under the post or in my inbox makes me float !! okay and now bye i love you <3 ➳ listen to:heavenly by cigarettes after sex | full playlist 🤍

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“You… really did it.”

“I really did.” Jungkook’s smile is wider than the gaping hole of speechlessness in your mind. He looks proud; inexplicably enthusiastic as he adds, “I told you I would!”

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Puddle of Love ‖ twelve

You spend some time healing with the help of a... friend.

⤑ word count:  10.5k ⤑ genre: angst, strangers to lovers, rockstar!au, slow burn ⤑ pairing:  jungkook x reader ⤑ warnings: mentions of death, grief, mentions of rehab and drug use ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ prev. chapter ‖ final chapter ‖ series masterpost ‖ playlist ⤑ read on AO3 ⤑ reblogs and feedback are always appreciated! we have one more chapter left :)

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Waking up next to Jungkook wasn’t exactly a new experience. At that point, you’d lived through it twice already, but the new element of it was that there was no hurry this time. He didn’t have to rush somewhere and leave as soon as possible, there was no deadline to meet, no manager who was waiting—it was just the two of you in his bed, woken up by the sunrise in the early hours of the morning. 

You expected Jungkook to get up right away and make breakfast or something else he thought you’d like. The only thing you weren’t expecting him to do was to pull you in closer so he could spoon you, nuzzle his face between your neck and shoulder, and fall asleep again with his arm around you—but that was exactly what he’d decided to do. You didn’t mind at all. In fact, his arm around you gave you a sense of comfort and safety, even if these were fleeting feelings, and that meant a lot that morning. 

You couldn’t sleep anymore, not when all you thought about were your friends and how they were doing, your friend’s family, how everyone was holding up, and all the things you had no control over. For a while, you did manage to focus on something other than that, which was Jungkook and this closeness you two felt when around each other. He was holding onto you and sleeping, his body keeping yours heated, his hands making you feel safe, the sound of his breathing calming you down. 

Once you couldn’t control your thoughts anymore, you gently moved his arm away from your body so you could get up, take a shower and get back into the clothes you wore when you first came there, which were now washed and dried. You went downstairs, wanting to make breakfast for Jungkook since he’d done so much for you. There was a chance you would run into someone at the house, but you’d mentally prepared for it under the shower, hoping nobody would ask too many questions about you two. 

Besides, talking to someone would stop you from having depressing thoughts that didn’t seem to let you be. There was no one downstairs, though. Take-out boxes and empty beer cans served as proof that someone had been there last night, but they were all gone, probably sleeping in the other rooms upstairs.

The breakfast didn’t take long—it was just some toast with scrambled eggs and coffee, but it made you feel productive, like you were able to do something for Jungkook. You brought the tray with food upstairs, just to find him brushing his teeth. His head peeked through the door and he grinned when he saw it was you, mumbling that he’d be right there. Jungkook seemed to be in a great mood, which made you feel a bit lighter.

You ate together on the balcony, enjoying the view of the sun shining over the forest behind their house, warming both of you. Despite the sad thoughts rummaging through your head, you could describe the moment as peaceful. And that was what it was all about—having good moments, and not expecting to feel good 24/7. Well, at least that’s what you told yourself as you tried to find happiness in things like watching the sunrise with the man you really cared about.

“It’s going to be a nice day today,” Jungkook said, sipping on his coffee, having finished his breakfast while you were still on your third bite, struggling to finish. “Do you want to do something today?”

“Maybe we can go for a walk,” you suggested, feeling like it would be better to spend time with him, hang out, and go somewhere than stay in one place and get overwhelmed with thoughts. “Actually, if you don’t mind, I’d like to go home.”

“Not a problem,” Jungkook said, but you could see his jaw clenching as he looked away. He spoke slowly and quietly as if he was trying to make sure you understood. “I can take you right after you finish your meal if you want to leave right away. But of course, you can stay here for as long as you want, like I’ve said.”

“Thank you,” you said, wiping your mouth, realizing you couldn’t eat anything. Your stomach was in knots, and you didn’t feel like eating at all. Coffee, on the other hand, was doing you good. “For everything, the conversations, letting me stay here, your company… Everything.” You meant it—all of it and a lot more—but it was hard to put these feelings into words when you felt so many good and bad things at once.

“You’re always welcome.” Jungkook shot a look at you and smiled warmly, once gain reminding you of how much you enjoyed being in his presence. “I’m glad you came to see me.”

“Me too,” you said, in all honesty, knowing very well you’d made the right call by coming here, even if you ended up crossing some boundaries and rushing into things. Those things didn’t seem to be irreparable, and that was the only thing that mattered. “I’ve missed hanging out with you. You always know the right things to say.”

“Somehow!” He grinned with a shrug. Of course, Jungkook wasn’t saying anything groundbreaking, but he always managed to say the right things exactly when you needed to hear them. He understood you even when you acted irrational and cried, which most men didn’t seem equipped to deal with. 

“We get along well, maybe that’s why,” you suggested, drinking the last of your coffee and getting up, which brought out a frown out of Jungkook, even though he recovered quickly. “Let’s go.”

The only thing that you brought with you was your bag, so when you got that, you were good to go. Your clothes were on you, your phone in your bag, on silent mode. You didn’t feel like going through the texts and calls, you didn’t feel like facing anything else. Jungkook grabbed his wallet and phone and walked out of the room right after you, which made you stop walking and look at him in surprise.

“You won’t take anything else with you?” you asked, confused as to why he wasn’t taking any of his clothes or other stuff he needed if he was going to join you at your place. Wasn’t that where you two were headed?

“What do you mean?” Jungkook wondered, clearly not getting your point. “What else do I need?”

You realized you’ve never explicitly told Jungkook you wanted him to come with you, and that he was probably thinking he was just driving you home. “Uh… Are you going to stay at my place?” 

It was just more private there, it could be just the two of you without the fear of one of his bandmates deciding to join you, and you could relax a bit more when you were on your turf. Besides, you didn’t want to say goodbye to him. The fear of losing him too was just too strong to deal with.

“Oh, uh, yeah…” Jungkook looked around and then nodded, chuckling. “Let me get some stuff then.”

“I’ll wait for you outside,” you said, excited that he was willing to do that for you. He surely had better plans now that he was out of rehab, doing well, and could do whatever he wanted. 

You sat in the garden for a minute or two before Jungkook joined you with a sports bag over his shoulder. “I wasn’t sure how long you wanted me there, so I took some stuff just in case,” he informed you as you walked over to the car. “At first, I thought you just wanted to go home. Without me.”

“No,” you said, unlocking the car, “I want to go home to change, but I thought it might be… nice to be there alone. Just us.”

Jungkook shot you a glance and smiled as he threw his bag in the backseat. You let him drive, preferring it that way. He’d never been to your place before, so you navigated him there and Jungkook seemed to like your neighborhood. 

It was quiet and peaceful, even though a lot of famous people lived around there, so there were always some reporters around the gates. Nobody came all the way down to the river, though, so you thought it would be nice to take Jungkook there, but first, you wanted to change into something more fitting for a walk.

While you were changing, Jungkook took a tour of your home and garden, like you asked him to. If he was going to be staying there for a while, he had to know where things were. Besides, you never wanted him to leave, not after you’d discussed it all. Would all the bad feelings return after he left? You didn’t want to find out—you couldn’t.

You walked downstairs and found Jungkook on the porch, sitting in a rocking chair in the shade, enjoying the view.

“Sit down for a second,” Jungkook told you, which instantly worried you because of the tone he used and the expression on his face. You did what he asked of you and waited for him to explain, hoping you weren’t about to be hit with even worse news.

“I have some possibly bad news. Some reporter took a picture of us in the car earlier, when we were by the first gate,” he explained and you knew exactly what he meant. Sometimes, a reporter or two would lurk in the bushes by the entrance to the double-gated community, eager to catch something illicit going on. Jungkook and you weren’t doing anything bad in any sense of the word, but you still didn’t want the old rumors to be brought up again. “It’s online already. Actually, Andre called me, you know I’m not on my phone a lot, so I didn’t see it earlier. He wanted to check on you since you hadn’t answered his texts, but he also told me about the picture.”

“How great,” you said, huffing. Would you ever be able to lead a normal life, away from people who always seemed to have something to say about your life? “They really need to get a life.”

Jungkook nodded in agreement before sighing. “It sucks that we can’t even drive to your house without these people following, but that’s what this life is. We can’t let this shit get to us. Are you okay?”

“Jungkook, don’t worry. I mean, after the first picture, can it really get any worse? Besides, who cares? This is old news. People will start talking again, but that’s it. I really don’t want to worry about that as well when there’s… more serious stuff going on.” With that, you got up and looked around, once again admiring the beauty of the day, the birds chirping happily, unaware of the passage of time and life.

Jungkook got up too, nodding at your response. “You’re right. They can’t prove anything and even if they could, it doesn’t matter.”

“Exactly. I was thinking we can go to the river and then up the hill, the view is amazing.”

Jungkook enjoyed the river and the hill as much as you did and he didn’t complain about all the walking, not even once, even though it got hot on the way back since you stayed a bit longer than you intended to. It did feel a bit strange to see him there because you’d never imagined you two would get there. You’d spent numerous hours sitting by the shore and thinking about him, and now he was there with you. The thought comforted you.

Even if the world seemed to be falling apart right then, at least you had Jungkook by your side. The thought was comforting. Back when you two were at the villa, you often thought about him, and how you two were self-sufficient people who just made each other’s lives better when it was just the two of you and your honest conversation, no information held back from the other. That morning, you felt the same way, even if it wasn’t just the two of you. You had more people to think about, the entire public knowing about you two and offering their thoughts, your managers, his bandmates, all the fans… Yet, their importance faded in comparison with the importance of the relationship you two had.

Neither one of you felt the need to check your social media or read the comments on all the posts about you two being a thing. It didn’t matter, actually. What new thing would you actually read? There were people who liked the idea, people who hated it because they despised one or both of you, and there were those who were indifferent. None of their opinions would change what you two had, so there was no use in reading it.

Besides, you didn’t want to know what kind of a story the media was trying to sell. It would be lies meant to attract more readers or shady titles of articles with no substance. They didn’t know how either of you felt, they didn’t know about your friend, or how Jungkook managed to help you. 

Jungkook stayed with you for a grand total of five days, which seemed insufficient. His stay could be called platonic, save for the kisses you two exchanged. Friends don’t kiss, and you two kissed more than once, but the kisses weren’t make-out sessions or anything of the sort, despite you crossing the line back at his place.  The kisses were comforting and they happened when you really felt you needed them.

Were you selfish for kissing Jungkook when he was there to try to make you feel better? Maybe. But, it wasn’t like you’d promised him anything. Besides, you did care about him too, and he knew that. The timing just wasn’t right to try to make sense of the two of you or to make big decisions.

The first kiss happened the second night when Jungkook noticed you couldn’t fall asleep. The two of you were watching movies in your living room because you thought that activity would tire you out and allow you to get a good night’s sleep, but it just wasn’t happening. 

“Your eyes are so open I can almost see your brain,” Jungkook joked, nudging you, to which you scoffed and kicked your head back into the sofa.

“I know, I just can’t sleep,” you groaned, feeling a bit desperate by that point. It was already 1 am, and you felt wide awake despite waking up at 6 that morning. “If you’re tired, please go to bed, don’t stay up because of me.”

“Go to bed without you?” Jungkook looked at you like you were talking nonsense. “No way… I want to spend as much time with you as possible.”

You thought it was sweet, just like everything else he’d told you since you two met up. Jungkook was always so thoughtful around you, and you noticed it even more when you were on your turf, in your own home, and when you realized he was doing everything possible to make you happy and steer your thoughts away from really depressing things that dragged you down every time.

“Hey, listen,” he said after a couple of more minutes of staring at the screen. “Why don’t we go get McDonald’s, or something?”

“McDonald’s?” Your head snapped in his direction as this was completely unexpected from him. “Now?”

“Yeah, why not?” Jungkook shrugged and leaned more towards you to explain his intentions. “It’s not about food, but about getting to drive around town. It’s night, no one will see us, so we can blast some music and just drive. I know you like their shakes so I thought it could be fun.”

And that was how you found yourself in your car with a shake in your hand, music blasting from the speakers, windows rolled down, and Jungkook driving. He was right, there was no one around.  You got some food as well and were trying to find a good place to sit down and eat, refusing to do it at your house. The city looked so tempting when there were no people outside, as if it was inviting you two to explore it.

“Why don’t we eat outside?” you responded to his suggestion with one of your own. “Everyone else does it.”

“Usually, because people wouldn’t leave you alone,” Jungkook reminded you with a chuckle. “But now, there’s no one around, and I’m here to tell them to let you be.”

“Let’s find the spot,” you agreed, happy with the fact that Jungkook once again found a way to make something so ordinary seem new and exciting.

That’s how you ended up on the bridge downtown, sitting on the floor with your legs hanging, squeezed in between the fence railing, eating and watching cars rush by. 

“This feels a lot more relaxing than I thought it would,” you had to admit after a while, even though you usually hated noise.

The thing was, it wasn’t even that noisy because there weren’t that many cars. They’d just appear, speed by, and would be gone in a couple of seconds, leaving you and Jungkook to sit there with your fries and look down at all the lights that slowly shrunk and disappeared.

“I’m glad it does.”

You could stay up all night if you wanted to and nothing would happen. You were both free, even if for a little while, so you decided to share and enjoy the freedom you had with Jungkook.

At one point, you turned to face each other at the exact same time and your heart was so full of emotions for him, so you leaned in and kissed him. Jungkook went stiff at the touch of your lips, but he relaxed a second in and kissed you back, letting you feel his smooth lips on yours and his breath on your face. It wasn’t a needy kiss nor a sexual one: it was a kiss you shared with someone you really cared about. What better way to show it? Words couldn’t do the moment justice—you could never put into words how thankful you were for his company that night, for him taking your mind off of things, and for showing you something you saw every day in a new light.

Once you pulled away, neither one of you said a thing for a while. You continued to watch the cars moving below you as if the kiss was something that you didn’t even have to discuss. So, you didn’t. 

The second kiss happened when you took your daily walk by the river. Somehow, Jungkook seemed to enjoy these walks as much as you, so you went together every morning, as early as possible to avoid running into everyone. That time you packed some food and coffee as you two decided to sit under a tree, in the shade, and watch the river flow. 

You did exactly that, enjoying the peace and quiet, nibbling on your sandwich, enjoying your coffee, and the sight of Jungkook so immersed in nature, loving everything he saw right in front of him. A butterfly landed on his hand and he got as thrilled as a child would, which made your heart swell for some reason. 

He was a child at heart, you realized, and he had a good one. No matter what happened and how harshly you treated him, Jungkook was right there for you when you needed him, no questions asked. You were sure he’d much rather be surrounded by his friends or partying or doing whatever else, but he decided to spend time with you, sit by the river in silence, and enjoy nature.

“I really like spending time with you,” you decided to tell him an hour in, thinking he deserved to know.

“I’m happy about that.” Jungkook turned to face you with a grin. “It was my favorite part of last summer… Getting to spend time with you. Just staring at the stars, not worrying about anything else.”

“It was nice,” you said, nodding in agreement as your mind took you back to your pavilion. “And this is nice too.”

Jungkook reached out to rub your shoulder gently, and even that was enough to get you to feel warm all over, mostly because of the way his eyes looked at you like nothing else existed. That’s how you felt too—there was just the two of you, and nothing else mattered.

After a while, Jungkook lay down on the blanket and shifted his focus to the tree under which you were resting, enjoying the sounds of chirping birds and other animals hiding around the field. Not long after, you joined him, resting your head right next to his shoulder and enjoying his presence. 

“I wish we didn’t have to go back to our lives,” Jungkook said in a low tone, so quiet you almost didn’t catch it.

You understood exactly what he meant. If you two could live in this little fairytale of yours forever, you’d sign right then and there and never want for anything else. You had it all when you were with Jungkook—laughter, fun, feelings, love, joy. But, it couldn’t last, this time of peace. You both had work commitments, so the fact that he was wasting his time off to be with you meant a lot.

“Me too,” you responded, finding his palm to squeeze it reassuringly. “Thanks for being here.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” Jungkook turned to face you. “This isn’t a favor. For me, this is a mutual decision to spend time together, not something I’m doing for you.”

“Still, thank you,” you told him, staring right into his eyes, noticing how lighter his face seemed this time around. Jungkook no longer looked worried and distressed. Instead, he seemed carefree. 

You propped yourself up on your elbow and placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat against it. It was weird of you to do that, but it felt normal with Jungkook—just the two of you, lying on a blanket in the middle of a field, your hand on his chest, staring right into each other’s eyes.

“Is this peace?” Jungkook asked, frowning for a second. “When people say they feel at peace, is that it?”

“I think so,” you nodded without having to stop to think about it. Why would you even think about this when you were sure of your feelings? “It sure feels like it.”

Jungkook placed his warm hand over yours and pressed it against his chest. “I’ve waited to feel it for what seems like forever.”

Your eyes watered at his confession, mostly because you knew it was true. It wasn’t just something he said to win you over or because he thought it sounded nice—Jungkook meant it. He was always restless, never fitting in, always doubting himself and his place in the world, which caused him so many problems. Jungkook seemed one of those people who could rarely feel peaceful, so hearing him say that he finally had, even if only for a little while, made you ecstatic for him.

“Me too.” You nodded, understanding him completely. Feeling at peace was feeling understood, in your book, and you’d never felt that way until you spoke to Jungkook and let him hear everything you were hiding from others. You sighed loudly, afraid of what was to follow. “I’m afraid of it ending.”

“Ending how?” Jungkook cocked his head to the side and looked up at you, a smile still plastered across his face. 

“One of us has to leave eventually,” you stated the obvious, and it hurt a lot more than you expected it to. It was the truth, though, and there was no use in trying to pretend you could avoid it.

Jungkook looked at you for a while and, for a second, you could swear he looked hurt. “My mother… Just recently… We spoke about that. People leaving. Her leaving.”

“Oh,” you mouthed, feeling sorrow take over you. You knew how much it hurt to lose someone close, but never that close. She was the only family Jungkook had, someone who loved him unconditionally and always had his back, someone he could always come back to. Losing that would be really tough on him, you could tell.

“And she said this thing that really made me feel better,” Jungkook said, his eyes welling up with tears, but he fought them away. “You have to think of every experience, person, everything in your life as a gift. You get it from life. Not all gifts are nice. Some of them hurt you, some let you down, and some… traumatize you. But then again, there are some that are so good that they make everything else fade in comparison.”

You nodded, thinking about whether you could apply that to your life. His mother was a wise woman.

“And the thing is, you just have to understand and make peace with the fact that they’re all temporary. Some last longer than others, but they’re all here for a while. So, if you’ve received a bad gift, accept that you have to hold onto it for a while, but keep reminding yourself it’s temporary, whether it’s other people, an event, a feeling. If it’s a good one, like this, enjoy it but know that it’s also temporary. While that really sucks, it makes you appreciate the good ones a lot more. You don’t know how long you’ll have them, but you care about them even more knowing you might not get to have them much longer.”

“That’s a comforting way to think about things,” you told him with a sigh, realizing that his mother was right about it. The only thing you could do was enjoy the time you had with Jungkook while you had it. It was the same with everything else. The bad things that happened were just gifts you didn’t want to hold on to. Thankfully, most of them passed quickly, even if they left a scar or two. So would your sorrow, you were certain. It would just take time.

“But you don’t have to worry about me, this, us, being temporary. I told you I will be around whenever you want me to.” Jungkook smiled at you warmly, his expression softening. “Even if I’m on a different continent, you can just call. I might not be able to come see you, but...” he sighed, “even talking is something, right?”

Instead of responding, you cupped his cheek and rubbed it with your thumb, enjoying the way his skin felt under your fingers and the way he smiled when he felt you do that. “Yes, even that is something. With you.”

“You’ll make me blush…” Jungkook grinned so hard you couldn’t see his eyes for a second, and he seemed truly happy for the first time in a long time.

Maybe that’s why you felt it would be a good idea to lean in and kiss him, feel his mouth on yours, inhale his scent and enjoy being the one who controlled the kiss. Maybe that was why Jungkook just lay there and let you kiss him, enjoying the fleeting moments of happiness you stole from the rest of the world.

Not every day was a good day—not because of Jungkook, but because of everything that had happened. Even when you were having a hard time, he was able to make you feel better just by being there. Instead of trying to distract you from bad thoughts when you were crying, he hugged you and let you cry it out. You’d often fall asleep in his arms right after, exhausted from crying and feeling hollowness in your chest, and Jungkook would stay there with you, graze your back with his fingers, caress your hair, and hold you tight, so you’d have someone next to you when you woke up.

Other days were good, you’d even dare say. You’d spend time with Jungkook, do whatever you felt like doing, and just be around him, listen to him speak or sing, watch him make a fool out of himself to make you laugh. The days with him felt filled, even if you two didn’t have any plans. There were always things to talk about, things to try, things to go see and do. 

Nothing with Jungkook was boring, even if it was just plain sitting in the garden and staring at trees, which a lot of people would feel bored by. No, Jungkook made this activity of yours even more interesting just by being there when you needed him. You couldn’t even tell how many hours you’d spent together in the hammock, just swaying and enjoying the fact that you were there together. No words were necessary—you knew you both felt the same way.

You’d alienated yourself from your friends and manager, so you didn’t talk to anyone about a lot of things related to your friend, even if you wanted to. You felt that it might hurt too much to mention him, and it did. 

You’d tell Jungkook a funny story about him from back in the day and you’d end up crying, and Jungkook would be there for you. You’d show him some old photos and laugh about them, and the laughter would turn into tears when you’d realize the person in them was no longer there and you could never get any new memories with him. It was a hard thing to grasp and accept considering he was so young and he had his whole life ahead of him, but it was the truth that couldn’t be altered in any way.

One day, a friend of yours sent you a short video they made of all the pictures and videos they had of your friend, which made you cry all over again—it contained so many pictures you’d forgotten about, from birthday parties, New Year’s Eve celebrations, random parties you attended together, barbecues, and quiet hangouts. A video filled to the brim with memories and sadness, so much so that it made you burst in tears when you’d first seen it and then again when you showed it to Jungkook in your backyard while you two sat there in the shade in your rocking chairs. Jungkook thought the compilation was a great way to remember a friend.

“It really is,” you agreed once you were finally calm enough to speak. “I wish I could do something like this for him. I already know I should have done more while he was alive, but even now, I feel like I can’t do anything.”

“Maybe you don’t have that many pictures or videos or things like that, but you know what you’re great at?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow and looked at you. “Writing. That’s what you do for a living. Writing music, making music.”

You smiled, realizing Jungkook thought very highly of you. “I don’t know how I’d write about this.”

“Well, you don’t,” he explained again, grabbing the notebook you used for writing, which was sitting on the table in the garden. Jungkook had asked for it earlier and wanted to go through it so you could work on some music together, but the idea got lost along the way. “Tell me more about your friend.”

“He’s dead,” you said, admitting the cold, hard truth. “And that's hard to accept. He was a funny guy. Always knew how to make you laugh, even when you felt like shit. He had this weird sense of humor, but it was enough to make everyone laugh, even those he wasn’t close with. You know that feeling when you’re new in a group of people and they all have inside jokes and you feel left out? He was that one person who would always crack jokes and include you, even if he didn’t know you.”

Jungkook seemed to be scribbling things down as you spoke about your friend, so you kept on talking. You told him all about the time you guys went hiking and got lost, and about the time you drove a boat to a nearby island and ran out of fuel on the way back, and about all the times you guys spent together on a bench in the middle of nowhere, overlooking the ocean, talking about all the things you would do if you had enough money to do them. 

You spoke for what seemed like hours, tears streaming down your face at certain points, once or twice making you stop talking so you could sob instead, and Jungkook just sat there and scribbled stuff in your notebook, looking at you gently, nodding when you’d get stuck. 

You thought he was working on some songs, even though the song would suck based on the material you gave him, but he handed you a sort of an essay, which you found beautiful. It was an essay on your friend, and Jungkook managed to somehow bring all the things you told him into one coherent whole, into something that made sense. 

He added things that you didn’t tell him but felt—love, respect, admiration for your friend and his humor and the way he brightened everyone’s day, the way he looked out for people even if his life wasn’t that easy. It was beautiful to read. While it made you sad, it also celebrated your friend in a way.

Days with Jungkook were spent like that—talking about feelings, accepting them, getting over them. You tried not to drink in front of Jungkook, knowing he had to steer clear from drinks and drugs, even though you felt like wine would make you feel better. But, you’d be doing the same thing you gave him a hard time about. Drowning your feelings in alcohol wasn’t going to help you figure them out and deal with them. Spending time with Jungkook would. 

And then Jungkook got a call from Kijung, who informed him that Puddle of Love would be performing at a charity event in New York in two days time, which meant Jungkook had to go back home and get on a plane the next morning. 

Puddle of Love, including Jungkook, had to be there on time for the rehearsals for tomorrow’s concert. The fact that you had to be apart after spending almost a week together was terrible, and it felt even worse because it was on such short notice. But, you didn’t want to complain, fearing that it would make Jungkook feel guilty, which he wasn’t by any means. 

You both knew it would happen. It was inevitable with your lifestyles and occupations—one of you would have to leave. Jungkook managed to take your mind off of his departure during the day, so it didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would.

After having dinner, you two went out in the garden and danced in circles for what seemed like forever, listening to the music and letting the rhythm take over you. You, for one, were thinking about how much you enjoyed being with him and how good it felt to have his body so close to yours. You weren’t thinking about sex at all, mostly because you focused on your friend a lot, and that kind of stopped you from thinking about your sexual needs, but when you danced so closely together, you felt Jungkook’s body pressed against yours, his big hands on your waist, and his deep eyes watching you intently, taking your features in. 

When it was time to bed, you both turned the bedside lights off with a heavy heart. It was maybe the last time you’d sleep next to each other. God knew when it would happen again, when you’d both be free, when the timing would be just right.

Jungkook pulled you in closer by wrapping his arm around your waist and he looked down at you, propped up on his elbow. He didn’t say a word, just took in your features, giving you a smile that told you he was hurt by it all too. You weren’t sure what to tell him. That you’d miss him? He knew that. Saying it out loud would have probably hurt even more, so you kept it for yourself.

Instead of saying anything, Jungkook cupped your cheek and started to trace the outlines of your face with his fingers. It was such a normal action, nothing sexual, but it felt like the most intimate moment you’ve ever shared with anyone, including him. The way Jungkook looked at you told you just how he felt about you—his brown eyes were glued to your face, inspecting every inch of it carefully, slowly, as if he was afraid of missing a thing. 

“You are like a bird on my palm,” Jungkook whispered, alluding to the song he wrote about you. Just hearing a reference to it was enough to get your heart to start beating faster, louder. You haven’t really thought about how special it was to have someone write a song for you, turn you into something eternal. People would listen to that songs for decades, and not know the story behind it—but did they have to? All that mattered was that you two knew.

You chuckled at the notion, though, because you felt nothing like it. Birds were free to do as they pleased.

“Don’t laugh, it’s true,” Jungkook kept his voice down and continued to caress your face after moving your hair away from it. There was a slight pout on his face, which just made him even more adorable.

“What do you mean by that?” aou asked, realizing you’d never asked him to explain any of the songs he wrote. Wasn’t that the magic of music—getting to assign meaning to it?

“Did a bird ever land on your hand?” He cocked an eyebrow up. “If it did, you’ll know that they’re very frightened. One wrong move, and they fly away and they might never come back to you because they’re afraid you’ll hurt them.”

Jungkook gave you a meaningful look, and you understood his reference. After all, you were the one who told him you were scared you’d end up getting hurt. And of course, who else was there to hurt you other than Jungkook? 

“But if you’re nice to the birds, have patience with them, let them know you really don’t want to do anything to them other than admire them, they stay,” he nodded at the end, his thumb brushing against your lips, making your stomach turn with excitement. You weren’t sure how he had that kind of an effect on you, but it was undeniably. You got goosebumps the second his thumb touched your lips. “But only if you take your time, don’t do anything stupid, and keep your palm open.”

Your eyes welled up with hot tears even though what Jungkook was saying wasn’t sad at all. In fact, it was something that should have made you happy—someone cared about you and thought about you that much. But, that was exactly why you felt like crying: someone cared about you in such a pure, innocent way. Despite everything that you thought about Jungkook in the last year, there was one thing that was true all along: he truly cared. He was always there for you, he had your back, and he tried to prove to you time and time again that he was just a phone call away. You were the one who refused to believe that, diminished his feelings, wanting to believe he couldn’t be serious about any of it. And yet, he was there with you.

“Hey, don’t cry,” Jungkook rubbed your cheek gently, watching a tear spill from your eye and down the side of your face, wiping it away. “Did I say something wrong?”

When you needed him the most, he didn’t give up on you. Instead, he kept contacting you until you went out to look for him, and he hadn’t stopped looking after you since, even though he could have been doing so many other, more interesting things. Jungkook could have given up on you every step of the way—wasn’t that what you did to him?

“No!” You sniffed and reached out to cup his face with both your hands. “You’re always so nice to me.”

“Why are you crying then?” Jungkook asked, scoffing when he saw you smile through the tears. 

“Your words mean a lot,” you admitted, which made Jungkook nod knowingly as if he understood exactly how you felt. You felt guilty because you’d never told him anything like that, you never told him you loved him or that you thought about him all the time, or how much you wanted to be with him. You kept these things inside while Jungkook took every chance he could to let you know he cared. “And I’m happy you’re here, even if it’s a temporary gift.”

Jungkook leaned in and pecked your forehead. The second you felt his warm breath on your face and his body so close to yours, you knew it would be okay. It was Jungkook—it had to work out, somehow.

“And I’m happy to be here.”

“Kiss me,” you asked, which he did without hesitation.

His lips didn’t crash into yours, it wasn’t fierce or needy like they always showed in movies. Instead, the kiss was slow, gentle, with your hands holding his face while his hand played with your hair, both of you trying to kiss each other as much as you could so you could hold onto the feeling even after Jungkook left. The third kiss lasted a while, so long you couldn’t even give an approximation.

By the end of it, Jungkook’s chest was pressed against yours, but his tongue still wasn’t in your mouth. There was nothing sexual about that kiss, but it showed you exactly how he felt, and you hoped it did the same for him. 

You fell asleep in Jungkook’s arms, hoping that the time you’d have to spend away wouldn’t be as long as the last time.

Two weeks prior, spending that much time with Jungkook could happen only in your dreams, so you needed to be thankful that you got that much time with him in the first place. That thought was what helped you get up in the morning and make breakfast for the two of you. It helped you get through that breakfast and walk Jungkook to the door.

It was early, but he had to go to their house to get some stuff and hop on the plane with Puddle of Love. Jungkook was reluctant to leave and asked you over and over again if you were sure you were okay with him leaving.

“I can tell them I’m not doing well,” he suggested as he waited for his driver to come pick him up. You stood side by side, watching the road, waiting for the car to appear. Kijung thought it would be the best way of getting back as opposed to you driving him back home and risking the media having another field day with rumors about you two. The charity concert couldn’t be overshadowed by Jungkook’s personal life, yet again. “I’m fresh out of rehab, they should understand.”

“Jungkook…” You patted his shoulder as if he was the one who needed consolation, but you wanted to assure him you’d be fine. “You’re not going to lie for me. You have to do your job and show up for the band. I’ll be good.”

“Can I call you and stuff?” He looked to the side to face you, just to find you already looking at him. Was he really asking this? You clearly weren’t as good at expressing your emotions as you thought.

“Of course you can,” you said, which instantly made Jungkook smile, something he couldn’t hide even if he tried. “I’d love to hear from you, and I’d love to know when you get back.”

“You would?” Jungkook seemed surprised as if he thought you would just let him leave and never talk to him again after that. 

Everything that had happened managed to change your mind about the whole thing. It was time for you to start living the life you wanted instead of waiting for the time to be right. Why should you waste your feelings and the time you could spend with Jungkook, waiting for both of you to be in this magical “better place”? This was something that you couldn’t count on, and that was something that life taught you the hard way.

“I would,” you admitted, unable to control your smile either. “The whole not talking to each other, staying away idea? It was stupid, you were right about that. This feels a lot nicer.”

“More peaceful,” Jungkook said, now grinning. “I’m glad you feel that way. I’ll let you know once I get there.”

“Please do,” you nodded, noticing his driver pulled up. That’s when him leaving became a real thing. “I had a great time with you. Thank you for that, and everything else.”

“Thank you,” he leaned in for a hug and held you for a couple of seconds, long enough for you to want to stay in his arms forever and ask him not to leave. “For giving me a second chance, as a friend, or whatever we are. I appreciate it.”

“Always.” The word sounded so simple, but it held a lot of meaning for both of you. Jungkook nodded and gulped, and you knew he had to leave.

“Good luck with everything… Stay away from the things you should be staying away from.” He’d be going somewhere to perform, and you knew backstage was always full of drugs and alcohol. Even if no one close to the bands brought these things in, one of the “guests” would. The temptation would be serious, and you didn’t want to see him fail again—not because of you, but because it would crush Jungkook.

“Like mayors’ wives?” he joked and tongued his cheek before you both laughed, remembering the incident that practically started the whole thing between you.

“Oh, that too,” you said, announcing your intentions for the first time, even if not openly. If you were going to do any of it with him, you wanted it to be just the two of you. You wouldn’t compete with random strangers and one-night stands, and you weren’t planning on doing it, not even for him. But, you had a feeling he understood that. 

“Don’t worry, I’m staying away from drugs, alcohol, and women,” Jungkook promised, leaning in to peck your cheek softly. “Except you.”

With that, Jungkook had to leave, even though you wanted to hug him for another hour or two, just to get it out of your system. It was sad, you had to admit. But, it wasn’t as devastating as you thought because you were finally at peace with whatever you guys had.

Jungkook wasn’t a bad guy and he wasn’t out to hurt you, just like you weren’t out to hurt him. You both wanted to try and be there for each other, and why not? What was the worst that could happen? You could disappoint one another, but that was something you could live with. Temporary gifts and all that.

Jungkook made good on his promise of letting you know when they landed there late that night, and you exchanged a couple of texts but didn’t talk a lot. He was tired and busy, and you wanted him to rest before the show tomorrow. Besides, he hadn’t spent any time with his bandmates because of you, and you didn’t want to keep him away from his friends longer than you already had.

Jungkook texted you the next morning as well, wishing you a good day and telling you to let Andre and your friends know you’re okay. You chuckled when you read the text because he knew you too well. You still hadn’t talked to anyone, other than him, and it was time you did that. 

Jungkook: you call andre and let him know you’re alright, okay? he’s worried

Jungkook was right, you had to get back to reality and talk to people and go on with your life. 

Andre came over that day, and you two took a walk by the river where you explained to him why you were seen with Jungkook again. It seemed that the rough period had changed Andre as well since he didn’t sound as opposed to you spending time with Jungkook as you expected. 

His main focus was your mental and physical health, it seemed, and the second point he cared about was your image in the media. Apparently, that new image of you and Jungkook was everywhere,and there were theories of you getting back together after he went to rehab. 

Some went as far as to say that you had blackmailed him into going to rehab, giving him an ultimatum of doing that or losing you, which wasn’t like you at all. You wondered how these people lived with themselves, knowing that they made up stories about people for living, seemingly not caring what kind of damage these stories caused. 

Andre suggested going public with your pseudonym that you used on their new album, so you had proof that you two worked on songs together, which would also explain the picture of you two in the hospital a bit better. He wanted to publish a statement that would explain that your relationship was professional and that the products of this relationship could be heard on your last albums and possibly, future ones. Those who wanted to believe it would, those who didn’t wouldn’t never believe it anyway.

“Fine by me,” you told him, not really caring about it. If it were up to you, you’d let them speculate forever, but it was Andre’s job to keep your image squeaky clean, and some sort of a love affair with a man who’d just got out of rehab wasn’t working out well for him. “You and Kijung can decide on that. I honestly can’t get myself to care about these rumors.”

“I can tell, but I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad sign,” he noted, letting you think about it. “Because of this terrible thing with your friend, maybe you’ve just stopped caring about things. It put a lot of things in perspective for you, made you realize what’s important, but sooner or later, you’ll go back to caring about your career, and I wouldn’t want you to come back to a mess.”

“If someone’s going to hate me because I’m seen with Jungkook, I don’t care about their opinion.” You shot Andre a glance, to make sure he took you seriously. “You’re right, I am thinking about things differently now, but what I know is that Jungkook has helped a lot even though he didn’t have to. You know I walked out on him at the hospital and we didn’t talk to each other for a while, while he was acting the way he did. I could have reached out, but I didn’t, which means I wasn’t there for him. He was there for me, he still is. So, I really don’t care about people who have a problem with us spending time together.”

“And it should be that way.” Andre’s agreement with you surprised you. He wasn’t usually the one to support you in making decisions like that one. “If someone’s good for you and they make you feel better, then you have to keep them around. If your fans hate that, are they really there for you? Or just for this fake image you put on?”

“Exactly,” you agreed, happy that you were seeing eye to eye on this thing. “Jungkook isn’t as bad as you think, you know.”

“I know,” Andre agreed, though reluctantly. You couldn’t hide your surprise and he noticed that on your face immediately. “I don’t think he’s the best influence, but… I do think you work well together, and I’m not blind or stupid, I see that being around him helps you deal with things. He’s been to rehab, and Kijung said the people at the center were happy with his progress, which means he's working on his issues. Other than the drug use, he’s a good kid, and it’s clear to us he cares about you. He stood up to the company for you, to save your reputation, even though he could have just shrugged it off. So, I have to give him credit for that. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you nodded, still processing his opinion on Jungkook. You were glad he was seeing the side of his that most people never got to see. 

“Are you two together?” He stopped walking, looked at you, and then quickly continued. “It’s none of my business, of course, as a manager. I’m asking as a friend.”

“I don’t know,” you said, chuckling at how ridiculous your statement must have seemed to him. “I’m not lying, I swear, it’s just… A strange situation. We’re acting like friends, he’s helped me out a lot, and we have a great time together, but I don’t know where we stand. We haven't discussed that yet. He thinks it’s better to leave that conversation for another time when I feel better.”

“That sounds smart. I do think you’re still hurt and upset over your friend and you need time to process that. After that, you can think of things that could affect you in the long run, and I don’t mean your career or anything like that. I mean you getting attached to him, getting involved in something when you both have crazy schedules and are artists, and all that.” Andre patted your back with a sigh. “It must suck for you guys.”

“It does, but then again, it doesn’t suck that much,” you said, realizing that you now had a chance to discuss this with someone who knew you well, and who knew exactly where you stood in your career and how tough it got from time to time. “It’s a job that takes a lot of time and energy, that’s true, but it also allows me to travel wherever I want. I got to spend the whole week with Jungkook. I’m sure I’ll get to do it again sometime. Maybe not the whole week, but we can find time for it because we can afford to travel to a different state over the weekend, and not many people can, so it’s a good thing. The lack of privacy is the worst part of it, but even that can be handled.”

“I like the positivity, it looks good on you,” Andre chuckled, “and you’re right, there are a lot of benefits to it. I hope the statement from the company will turn the conversation about the two of you in a different direction.”

“Me too, but even if it doesn’t, don’t worry about it too much,” you advised, patting him on the shoulder. “I’m good. Now that I’m talking to Jungkook, I feel a lot better about that, actually.”

“His company is good for you, even though I never thought I’d have to admit this.”

Since Andre had such a positive reaction to your news about your rekindled friendship with Jungkook, you felt like nothing was standing in your way, and you thought about you two a lot. 

You watched their guest performance on the late-night show live and thought Jungkook looked really great and handled the questions about rehab exceptionally well. Of course, Kijung had probably prepared him and told him what to say, but you were sure there were a lot of his words there too.

The host asked him about you, which had the potential of making things awkward, but it didn’t.

“And what exactly do you want to know?” Jungkook asked right back with a smile on his face. He didn't let it phase him, not one bit. 

“You were seen together twice and, while we all know that being seen together doesn’t mean anything, we can’t help but wonder if there’s something more there!” The host grinned, looking at Jungkook and then at the camera suggestively, while the audience cheered. 

“Is being seen together such a strange thing?” Jungkook looked confused, and his members supported him with this by nodding. “Dawn is a great artist, we’ve heard her perform many times, we performed at the same events even. We worked on some things together, she’s a really cool person, and that’s that.”

“Just earlier, Dawn’s company issued a statement, claiming that Dawn actually helped you guys with the last album, which was something the public didn’t know,” the host explained and looked at Jungkook questioningly. “Maybe people are confused since it was kept private.”

“Probably!” Jungkook leaned back into the chair and smiled. “The companies thought people would react to seeing her with any of us exactly how they did, so they wanted to avoid it. Since people saw me and Dawn together and had a lot to say about it, the cat’s already out of the bag, so they just explained the situation.”

“We spent some time working on music with her, but she and Jungkook mostly wrote together,” Jimin added, smiling at the host. “The two of them have similar writing styles, so they work well together, the songs they wrote are hits on both albums. Maybe people are reading too much into it, but hey, a story’s a story, right?”

You were happy that someone had his back and spoke up for Jungkook, instead of letting him take the heat on his own, even though nobody was attacking him in this case. They were just being too nosy.

“You’re absolutely right,” the host agreed with Jimin. “People see something and run along with it, without fact-checking, which is why I wanted to ask. Ever since we confirmed that Puddle of Love would be joining us in the studio, we’ve been receiving questions about it from people who wanted to find out the truth, especially because of Jungkook’s recent medical problems.”

“Maybe now’s not the right time to discuss this,” Namjoon interfered, glancing at Jungkook as if he was trying to protect him—it seemed like that part of the interview wasn’t exactly scripted.

“No, don’t worry…” Jungkook grinned at Namjoon and then looked back at the host. “I am doing better than ever, trust me, so there is no reason to worry. There is also no reason to attack Dawn or any other female that is seen in our company. It makes people feel uncomfortable and it brings tension into things. Thank you.”

You thought Jungkook did well, and he performed even better—his voice didn’t give out, he was trying not to scream out the words, even though that brought even more emotion out of him, and he didn’t seem drunk or high, but none of them did. They were live on national TV, there was no room for error, and they didn’t make any. 

As soon as they got back to the hotel, Jungkook called you to let you know he’d have to stay there for a week or two, depending on what else Kijung had planned for them. “I didn’t know about it, he’s now saying we’re shooting some videos for different YouTube news channels, playing some games, and stuff like that. Next week, there’s a podcast we need to be on, and I’m not sure exactly when we’ll be back.”

“That’s okay, don’t worry about it!” You hoped that would be enough for him to stop worrying about this so much. “You’ll be here when you can. I watched you live, you were great!”

“Really?” You weren’t sure if Jungkook was surprised you’d watched them or that you thought he sounded great. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“I did, I thought the interview was a lot of fun, but the performance blew me away. You sounded great, in control of your voice completely, calmed down somehow,” you complimented him, hoping he knew you meant it.

“Thanks, really,” he said with a chuckle. “That’s good to hear. I’m sorry if our mentioning you made you awkward or something, I wasn’t sure what I was allowed to say. If it were up to me, I’d tell him I’m crazy about you and that they can all go to hell, but what can you do?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Even though it was said in a joking manner, you could feel your cheeks blushing because you knew Jungkook meant it. You were sure he’d say something like that if it were okay with you, but you weren’t sure where you two stood yet. “It didn’t make me feel bad at all. I think you explained it well. The people who don’t want to believe it won’t believe it anyway, so there’s no point in worrying.”

“You sound a lot laxer than before. Are you sure you’re okay?” He joked again, but you could tell a part of him was serious.

“Of course. I saw Andre today, so I feel a bit better. I thought he’d be upset over us being seen together and all that, but he wasn’t, so I feel good about that,” you admitted, even though Jungkook was also a reason for your good mood that day. “And it’s nice to talk to you.”

“You too,” he admitted right away, without skipping a beat. “I’m sorry I won’t be back soon, but I know you’ll be fine either way.”

“We’ll see each other when you’re back,” you told him, hoping you would.

Puddle of Love had to stay in New York for sixteen days. The days you’d spent without Jungkook were long, boring days, days during which you were stuck at home with your own thoughts, and you tried to keep yourself occupied. You didn’t want to go back to volunteering or doing any activity that included other people, not until you actually felt better. 

Some days were harder than others, but you kept yourself busy with writing, playing music, learning how to cook, cleaning, working in the garden, basically doing everything you could do on your own to stop yourself from thinking. 

Jungkook called you as soon as he found out that they’d have to stay there for two more weeks, but you told him he shouldn’t worry, again. It seemed like he felt that he was letting you down whenever he had to postpone coming to see you, but it wasn’t a problem. It was easier to wait when you knew that he’d be coming back. 

Time was slowly, but surely passing, and you felt relief when you noticed that there were only 7 days left. Seven. You’d gone on for months without talking to him, you could go on for another seven days without seeing him.

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ALL I WANT - JJK | one

you fall into the temptation of fucking your best friend, aka the biggest fuckboy on campus.

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — fluff, smut

word count — 9.3k

warnings/tags — bf2l, fuckboy!jk x textbooknerd!reader, dom!jk, sub!reader, annoying jk, awkwardness, tension, some pining, teasing, making out, cursing, a little body worship, grinding, hickeys, nipple sucking, groping, dirty talk, oral (m receiving), praise, spit, choking, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys), penetrative sex, sudden confessions, creampie, false denial, a little soft near the end

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↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; you're his and he is yours on the paper – but what is the reality?

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut, arranged marriage au, friends to lovers

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, oral sex (f.), unprotected sex

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4k+

a/n: commissioned 

The tall modern building is not usually a place you hang around. In fact, you could count on your fingers how many times you've been here. The modern and clean interior never fails to amaze you, but that can be expected from such a prestigious company. It looks like the ones people get to see in movies – it definitely feels different to be inside and see it with your own eyes.

Now you're not a complete stranger to wealth and fortune, but you see it from a completely different side than people would've expected. You weren't born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Even if it's a common assumption people have about you. 

“Welcome, Mrs. Jeon.”

The young receptionist welcomes you as soon as she spots you in a crowd full of working employees. Sometimes you wonder if you stick out so much, or they just know your face so much that they've got no problem recognizing you. Which is odd because you don't hang around in this circle of people very often. 

Mrs. Jeon. 

Even after a year, you feel a mixture of butterflies and oddness when hearing people addressing you like this. At the beginning, it took you quite a long time to get used to this. To hold such a powerful surname. Though, you felt proudness even though you're not sure if you had the right to feel it in the first place. 

Just a reminder that none of this is real.

Do you even deserve to be addressed by this surname that is technically yours only on papers? Morally, you're not so sure. 

A polite greeting makes it past your lips, trying not to squirm at the prying eyes of other people passing by. You're not exactly formally dressed, like every employee is. But you're not an employee. 

“Is my husband in his office?” you ask.

Again. After a year of marriage, you feel like you're letting a lie out of your mouth at addressing someone as your husband. 

The woman remains unbothered and completely clueless to your inner thoughts though. You haven't been doing this for a week, a year is a long time for you to improve your acting skills. 

“Yes, he just finished a meeting ten minutes ago. He's waiting for you.”

Giving her a simple nod and a soft 'thank you', you make your way to the elevators and click on the number of his floor where his office is located. 

It reminds you of the first time you settled on a deal that changed your lives. You've known Jungkook, though you never actually became close friends. There weren't actually many opportunities for you to get to know him better, the only heir to his parents company was too busy getting prepared for the new role and position as a CEO of Jeon industries. Funnily enough, two people with completely different backgrounds, you had some mutual friends where you actually met him.

You clicked, even from the few and very casual conversations you had. He wasn't the overly confident and cocky heir somebody would peg him for. He was grounded (in a way), polite and extremely charming. Though his parents were never strict about who he hangs out with or what he likes to do in his free time, one of the things they would pester him about was the need for him to settle down. It was the only pressure Jungkook always found in his parents.

It's not like he didn't have a choice to decide about his future – at that time the young twenty year old man wanted nothing more than to continue his family business. It's actually something he loves to do. He wasn't forced into it.

But with years passing by, Jungkook's parents would grow impatient and rather concerned about their son's lack of commitment. Random women taking their turns in his bed wasn't his strongest part. 

Naturally, they would start introducing him to their partners' daughters. And despite Jungkook's wildlife and freedom he had, they were nothing like him. Not that he's the romantic type who believes in soulmates and all that stuff, he wouldn't want to marry someone for money or any possible benefits for the company. The company was doing very well on itself and he didn't need to do any arranged marriage. 

He loves his parents to the bone. He is grateful for everything they've done for him – even more how they raised him and never were controlling. Not like his peers experienced in similar situations. 

Jungkook knows many people his age and in a same situation. It was bound for him to meet them, considering how many parties and social gatherings he had to attend, especially after being introduced as the new CEO. That's when he realized, after hearing his peers' struggles, how lucky and fortunate he is. 

So when his parents wouldn't let go of the topic of commitment and marriage, it was like a huge slap to his face. No matter what he would do or say, it wouldn't change their minds and eventually, Jungkook found himself stuck.

And that's when you came into the picture. 

The first time you heard his plan, you called him insane. You laughed into his face and told him you don't need anything he's offering you. Though Jungkook assured you he doesn't think of you as someone who needs or wants his money, he was more than willing to help you financially. He told you he would take care of you – something you found offending at first. 

Why would you need a man to take care of you? 

You are completely capable of taking care of yourself. You don't need any Jeon Jungkook to bathe you in wealth and luxury. 

But just like Jungkook – you're a loving daughter who would do anything for her parents. Well, unlike Jungkook, you weren't lucky enough to be growing up with two loving parents. 

The money Jungkook offered you by simply saying 'yes' would take care of any family member. Jungkook was no stranger, he still isn't. And after weighing the pros and cons for many sleepless nights, you found yourself nodding to his insane plan. 

Nobody could know. Rule number one.

The marriage would last for one year. It's the reason why you agreed to it in the first place. You wouldn't be bound to a man based on an arranged marriage for the rest of your life. You want your own family, kids, to fall in love. And a year didn't seem like a long time.

Jungkook made sure it didn't.

Whenever he would have free time, he would take you to places you would never dream about seeing. Countless vacations, trips and activities you would never be able to experience if it wasn't for him. And for that you will be grateful for the rest of your life.

To not make anyone suspicious, you agreed not to mess around with other people. Though, this particular deal wasn't settled at the beginning. It happened naturally. You couldn't risk being seen with other people, no matter how much you would try to hide it.

You will be watched, it was one of the things Jungkook was preparing you for.

And to be honest, you didn't want to go behind Jungkook's back, no matter how fake this marriage was. It's just a year, you will be fine. 

But having to share a bedroom, and two young people who find each other attractive, it didn't take long for you to succumb yourselves to your desires. There was nothing wrong about sleeping together, you were practically married.

You've found yourselves in a healthy and good relationship where two people became close friends. Even if the marriage is fake. The sex is mindblowing, so none of you actually miss the thrill of hooking up with anyone else. For the first time, Jungkook is committed, even though it's not exactly the way his parents think it is. 

And there he is. 

After politely knocking on the door and hearing his voice to invite you in, you open the door and find him sitting behind his desk. He looks fine as always, a few buttons unbuttoned to show how comfortable he allows himself to feel after a two hours long meeting. His suit is draped over the chair while he's slouched on the chair with a pen twirling between his long fingers.

“No lunch this time?” he asks, tilting his brow at you when he sees your empty hands.

You crack a smile, making your way to his desk while you sit on the small white leather couches. “Sorry, came straight from work.”

“It's fine,” he chuckles, “I'm only joking. How's the new employee?”

One of your dreams was to open your business. Jungkook helped you every step of the way, supported you in more ways than financially, while he helped to make your final decision. You've decided to own a clothing brand where you connected with amazing designers who helped to make your dream come true. Two years ago, you didn't even know it was something you'd like to do. 

Opening your e-shop has been absolutely amazing, making sure any body type is able to find their size. It's actually very rare in Korea to do that and you love to bring something new to the table. Jungkook liked the idea. You invested everything from your previous job to this project of yours. Living with Jungkook and not having to worry about any bills allowed you to freely focus and invest in your business. Sure, Jungkook must've helped but he was more than happy to do so. 

With your help, he got his parents off his back. 

After a year, he would tell them you decided to break it off. He's sure they won't pressure him into any other relationship or marriage after the divorce. If they do, he will handle it in a different way.

“He's great,” you smile, “Actually does the job this time, compared to the last one.” 

Jungkook laughs a little, knowing how tense you've been about this one particular employee who wasn't doing his job. Jungkook encouraged you to take care of it, and showed you you have to think about your business more than people's hearts. Especially to someone who's getting paid and not doing their job. 

Jungkook has been your guide from day one. A huge help.

“Great,” he nods, twirling the pen a few times before he tosses it on his desk. “I'm getting off work earlier today, should be home at six. Is that alright?” 

He sounds so gentle, the way he says home makes your heart squeeze.

“Yeah, sure.” you tell him. 

You've made plans for tonight, have been preparing yourself to talk to him about your deal. It's been a year and three months after your marriage, yet it's not ending and he has never brought this topic up.

“I'm meeting Jungseok in an hour, then I'm going home to prepare dinner for us.” you inform him, completely missing the way Jungkook's face drops at the mention of your close friend.

You've met him during your marriage, though there were no boundaries crossed, the man seemed to show an awful interest in a married woman. The worst thing about it is that he can't really say anything about it because technically, you're not really his. He knows you're not having anything serious with the mentioned man, though he's aware of your deal.

And he doesn't like any of it. 

“Oh, I didn't know.” he tries to say lightly, hating how tight his throat suddenly feels. 

“Ah, he texted me this morning. We haven't seen each other for a while now, we usually just text.” 

Oh, like that's not enough.

The amount of times the man decided to suddenly text you is hilarious. Fuck, he would even call when Jungkook was balls deep inside you and he actually feared you will pick up the call, instead of finishing what you had going on. Luckily, that never happened but it pissed Jungkook to the core. 

“Mhm,” he hums, scratching his chin. “Well, I've got one last meeting but that shouldn't take long.”

You both talk for a moment, catching up with each other's day before you discuss the dinner plans. Jungkook sees you're a little on edge these days and though he thinks he knows why, there's this unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach.

In the middle of your giggling, you're interrupted by a gentle knock from Jungkook's assistant, informing him of his meeting. 

However, he doesn't go to the meeting board room like he usually does, he actually invites the person to his office. And when that person is someone you've grown to know, someone very well-known in the CEO community, you do everything in your power to be polite and welcoming. 

She's special partner, even you can see that and you know zero fuck about Jungkook's business. He treats her differently.

He welcomes her with a warm smile and of course, you're forced to bid goodbye to your husband as you part your ways. The kiss you and Jungkook share feels great, especially with her eyes on you two.

And you know you're petty.

But it seems to be the least of your worries because tonight, you might end everything you and Jungkook settled on. But it's only fair because in the end – that was the deal. 

You should've known it would end up like this. 

But how could you? 

Could you have really known? 

The dinner was delicious. Just the two of you like every other evening. Talking, laughing, smiling…

Until you brought up your fake marriage. 

“It's because of him, isn't it?” Jungkook chuckles bitterly, throwing a tantrum like a little kid while you gape at him completely stunned.

Out of all responses, you never expected him to get so… upset over something he came up with. 

“What?” You find your voice, breathing out confusingly. “This has nothing to do with him.”

“Oh, please.” he scoffs, turning away from you to grip the kitchen's counter. “You always text, you even meet him during your lunch breaks.”

All of that is true. Well, you don't always text with him. And you want to point that out, but something stops you and justifying your relationship with Jungkook seems like a bigger priority.

“Jungkook, this marriage is fake.” you inform him as if he didn't know. 

You're confused. 

His shoulders tense, knuckles whiten from how tightly he's gripping the expensive marble counter. 

“All of it has been fake then?” he asks, still not facing you which starts to worry you for some reason. 

You haven't seen Jungkook acting like this. Upset, maybe a little. Not in the mood? Rarely but it happened. But this time you're actually left totally confused. 

“What do you mean?”

“Come on, Y/N,” he chuckles, shaking his head slightly as he slowly turns around. 

You're met with a pained expression, a single look at his face causing you to feel a sting in your heart.

“I know we started this as an arrangement, a convenience for both of us… but is that all it's been for you all this time?” he asks, slowly stepping closer to your distraught form. 

“Jungkook.”

“No,” he says, “Answer me.”

And then he stands right in front of you, his entire figure hovering over you as if you were the littlest thing in the room. Like you're this little lost girl – not the confident woman you've grown to be. 

“Do you want this divorce?”

Do you want it? 

What is he even asking?

“That was the deal.” you remind him silently as he presses his lips tightly. 

He doesn't look pleased with your response but you can't bring yourself to say something more. 

“So, what? We get divorce and then you're going to him?”

“Why do you keep bringing him into this?” you ask, brows scrunching as Jungkook clenches his jaw. “Are you jealous?”

“If I was?”

That shuts you up for a minute, eyes widening. Jungkook never really had a reason to be jealous, not that you were together in reality. But you had each other – none of you messed around with other people.

“There's nothing going on between me and him. Never will.” you whisper, gasping when Jungkook suddenly cups one side of your face with his big palm. 

He presses his forehead against yours, breathing slowly and calmly as if his heart wasn't about to explode.

“Give me a chance.”

“A chance?” you whisper.

“Yes,” he says, “To prove to you that this could work.”

“Jungkook–”

“I love you Y/N, don't you get it?” he suddenly exclaims, pushing himself off you while he rubs his forehead in frustration. 

“But–”

“But what? I can't?”

Even being frustrated, he looks handsome as ever. His hair is getting too long, almost always falling to his eyes and hiding the beautiful color in them. 

“I didn't say that.”

That makes him whine. He actually whines – like all the times he has done it when he was frustrated. You would always giggle, finding him adorable for acting like a little kid when he's a whole grown-ass man, a successful and well-known CEO at that. It's one of the things you appreciate about him. 

Looking at him, you realize the three words he confessed to you in the midst of his frustration. It starts to kick in and your eyes widen again.

You might look fine, maybe a little shaken up but fine, but this isn't any easier for you. You've been thinking about every single word you would say, replaying different scenarios every free second you had. You don't know what the afterlife is after Jungkook. In all honesty, you aren't keen to find out. But you had to do this. 

To protect yourself and your heart.

You could go on and on with this for who knows how long. You like Jungkook's company and hearing him confessing his true feelings to you, which is still a bit shocking to you, you might actually feel the same. You've been so in denial, for the longest time actually.

“Do you really love me?” You find yourself asking. 

Jungkook's cheeks redden and he does the typical Jungkook thing when he is nervous. He scratches his ear and avoids your gaze. 

“Isn't that what I said?” he mutters.

You turn your back to him, tracing your shaking fingers over your lips. 

“Talk to me please.” he suddenly whines after a minute of silence. 

Just as you're about to turn around, your back is pressed against Jungkook's chest as you gasp. Jungkook wraps you in a back hug, lips touching the top of your head. 

“I don't want to lose you.” he confesses shyly. The frustrated and upset Jungkook is long gone.

Your heart melts, moving your body into action as you turn around. For a second, Jungkook looks scared you're trying to pry his hands off you to get away from him. But in reality you offer him the sweetest smile. Your hands find his ones as you grip them tight. 

“I… I don't want divorce.” you confess. 

“But you brought it up.”

“Simply because that was our deal. I was scared you're gonna bring it up and it's going to be too late for me. I didn't know what I felt… but hearing you–I love you too.”

Jungkook gasps, searching your face frantically as if you just pulled the biggest prank on him. 

“You do?” 

“Yes. I don't want anyone else, Jungkook.” you admit.

And then his face breaks into the biggest smile, your own soon cupped by his large hands as he gives you a big kiss. You kiss him back, squeezing his wrists because you need to feel him. You need to know he's not going anywhere. He's right where he is supposed to be. 

And so are you. 

“Yes, right there!” 

The sound of crashing waves from the outside is a white noise, no longer properly acknowledged as you barely recognize your own voice and the desperation behind it.

“Jungkook, please, just fuck me.” you whine, raising your hips off the mattress to meet his hungry mouth.

He lifts his head up from between your thighs, lips completely glistening and wet as he frowns. “But I wanna eat you out first.” he whines this time and while your heart does the weird jump it always does when it comes to him, you find yourself smiling his way. 

“There is enough time for that. Please. I need to feel you.” you plead with him.

He's thinking about it. You see the uncertainty on his face and while he loves to go down on you, he can't disobey his wife who's pleading so nicely for him.

Your body aches from your previous activities. You had eight hours (precisely) to recover when you fell asleep in the arms of the man you love. Your husband. It still gives you the same ticklish feeling in your chest and the pit of your stomach but this time, it's actually true. It's not official on the papers but in your heart too. Ah, god… it sounds so cheesy but all you want to do is to giggle like a teenage girl about how much in love you are with this man.

He stares at you with those doe eyes, still wearing the ponytail he made to wear while working out. But you messed up his plans. Flattered those pretty eyelashes at him and the most angelic smile, sheets sliding off your naked and marked body.

Oh, how many times Jungkook made love to you because you felt insecure. He never knew you feel that way about yourself – about the body he loves and wouldn't change for anything. Because it's you. 

You love this man so much that you have to show him. Now it's your turn.

You get on top of him, just how he loves and enjoys having you. Letting him enter you for what seems like the hundredth time over these past seven days, you both moan in pleasure. He holds you close to him, letting you take the charge as he occasionally thrusts his hips into you. The pleasure increases with each minute and you grow weaker for this man.

Bodies becoming one, the sweet “I love you's” are exchanged in breathless moans.

“I love you so much,” Jungkook moans into your ear, your walls tightening around him. “My sweet love. My angel.” 

This is your second anniversary. Technically your first one where you truly celebrate your marriage, making love all day long. And after so many nights of keeping thing adventurous and fun, letting Jungkook to fuck you into the mattress and everywhere in the vila he rented for this special occasion, making love just feels right. 

You both come together in a record time.

Jungkook fills you up like many times before, the sensation making your legs buckle. You calm down in one another's hold, Jungkook's strong arms around you as he peppers kisses all over the side of your face. 

“I was thinking.” Jungkook starts.

“Oh.”

“Hey!” he laughs, shifting on his spot as you finally lay down next to him, ear pressed against his chest where you hear his heartbeat. “How about we start a family?”

“What?” you gasp, lifting your head immediately to look at him as he gives you a shy grin. 

“I know we're together for one year, officially, but I've been thinking about our future and–”

You shut him up with a kiss to his surprised lips while he melts, relaxing under your touch. 

“Yes.”

“Yes?” he squeals, “Just like that? Yes? I didn't even tell you the speech I prepared.” 

You giggle, “You can tell me later.” you assure him as he chuckles.

“So? Are we gonna do it? Us? Parents?”

You giggle how out of his element he seems to be. It makes you love him even more as you caress his chest before you stare deeply into his soft brown eyes. You brush a few of his hair off his face and send him another angelic smile. 

“I can't wait to have your baby, Mr. Jeon.”

Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back before he looks at you all lovingly, cupping your cheek. 

“I was afraid you would never say it, Mrs. Jeon.”

just a little... | jjk drabble

Description: jungkook x reader, best friends to lovers? fwb??

Content: mostly porn, but a little plot :) 18+

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: loads of making out, dry humping, oral (f. receiving), protected sex, lots of dirty talking, spit kink?, aftercare

Author’s Note: shout out to jungkook and his competitive nature because this was totally based on the fact that he’s been diligently playing in the seom for days now and jumping levels like it’s easy <3 he’s so hot for that x

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This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x

just a little…

“Okay, that’s enough.” 

“Jungkook,” you whine, eyes still glued to the screen, fingers not faltering once.

“You’ve been stuck on that level for five minutes now,” he whines back. “I don’t want Namjoon to catch up with me. Or worse – pass me.”

You roll your eyes, indifferent as you focus on the game. “You’re such a child.”

Those two seconds of distraction to voice your snarky remark put him at an advantage, snatching the phone from your grasp as he succeeds and gives a little noise of triumph. You snarl at him in half shock, half annoyance. You can’t believe him, he’s been so serious about this mobile game it’s pretty much taken all of his weekend, sleep and let’s not even mention his bank account. He’d cancelled on you and your friends on Friday night, though you didn’t push him, not a fan of crowded clubs with shitty music yourself. But then he’d cancelled brunch on you for Saturday, and so this is where your Sunday night found you. On a supposed movie night with your best friend, that so far has consisted on eating all the snacks you’d gathered for the scary movie of your choice and trying to beat level 100-and-something of this godforsaken game. 

“Hah, cleared it. God, what took you so long?”

“Asshole, give it to me,” you reach for the phone yet again but he turns his body to you, keeping his phone at a distance. Okay, maybe you do get the obsession with it.

“Nope.”

“Come on, it’s my turn! You do one, I do one, remember?” Your voice mocks innocence, giving him a slight pout.

“That’s not gonna work on me this time. This is serious business.” 

“Fine. Let’s tussle then.”

You all but jump him, arms stretched out trying to snatch the phone away from the vice like grip he has on it, fingers reaching out but it’s to no avail because his free arm blocks you from getting too far. You groan and whine, and even try to tickle him, and when all of these deem unsuccessful, you follow your competitive instinct, using your whole body as you try to get closer to him. You don’t necessarily know how it happens, but suddenly you’re wound up on his lap, legs at either side of him as you straddle him, hands reaching upwards as he stretches his arms above his head, phone yet again out of your reach. 

“Give it,” you jump, “to me!” and with one last attempt, his phone is in your possession before you’re landing back on his lap rather abruptly, making him let out a grunt. Before he can even muster strength to fight back, you put a hand in front of his face, raising a brow as you say, “easy. Don’t even dare. I’ll just win one way or the other.”

And he doesn’t fight back. Mostly because as competitive as he is, he likes a clean game, and partially because he’s trying to shut down every nerve of his body you’ve just awoken the moment you fell onto his lap. He simply raises his hands in defeat and this makes you smile, giving a little celebratory dance that his dick very much appreciates. His moral? Not so much. Keep it together, he begs, though he doesn’t know who to address – you, him, or his brain who seems to be rapidly descending south.

“Fuck- whoever made this level must be a sadist.” Your contemplations receive no feedback, the room suddenly quiet after your previous ruckus but you don’t give it much thought, fully focused on the task at hand – literally. 

Jungkook just observes you. He sees the way your face falls into deep concentration, a small frown taking over your features, wrinkling your forehead slightly as your eyes squint. Your eyes dance around the screen as they try to keep up with your fingers. It’s all cute to his eyes, but that’s no ground-breaking news to him, no. He’s well aware you’re cute – matter of fact, he tells you it all the time. You’re cute and smart, and so very pretty and it’s hard for it to go unnoticed, so yeah, he’s aware. What hits him like a glorious epiphany – heavenly choir and all – is that you’re also hot. Your lips are plump and cherry red, like you’ve been kissed for hours, and when your bottom one gets caught between your teeth, he has to close his eyes to try and compose himself and the thousands of inappropriate thoughts that swarm his head. 

You’re his best friend, for fuck’s sake. The girl that sat next to him in the cafeteria on his first day of freshman year when college felt way too intimidating and your kindness seemed fake at first. You liked him even though he was an awkward and quiet kid, and you didn’t stop even when he grew into his confidence and became an obnoxious sophomore, fuck boy title well-worn and all. Now you’re both juniors and you still like him, could very well say you love him, even though he’s seemed to have combined the two – awkward and quiet and at times a fuck boy, shitty at texting back and prone to cancelling plans if he so happens to hyper fixate on silly things like mobile games and decorating islands for the little round characters on his screen. 

So, he urges – no, begs his mind and body to keep it together. I mean, it’s not like you guys haven’t been physically close before. He’s pretty sure your love language is physical touch, and as for him? well, he’s just easy like that, giving in every time, being your designated little spoon and allowing his head to fall to your lap during movie nights, letting your hands run through his hair. It feels nice and warm, but it’s always been friendly. So, you being perched on top of him shouldn’t be sending him into a frenzy, but alas. 

You snap him back into reality, catching him off guard when you’re letting out a big celebratory squeal as you clear the level. Your body engages in said celebration, specifically your hips, right against his crotch, much to Jungkook’s despair – or luck, he doesn’t even know at this point.

 “Fuck,” he says before he can stop himself, hands coming down to hold firmly onto your hips to halt your movements. 

You’re confused at first, finding his eyes with yours and realizing he’s just as puzzled, yet something else lingers in his dark ones. It takes a minute, but then it clicks – he’s not giving much away, gaze still in yours, seemingly clueless as to what just happened but you feel it. You feel it in the air around you that suddenly grows tense, and you most certainly feel it in the way his erection presses against your inner thigh, increasingly noticeable by the second. 

You don’t know what to say, so you go by instinct, and instinct has you giving a subtle roll to your hips, eyes still locked on his so intensely you don’t miss the way his threaten to flutter closed the moment he feels you. His grip on your hips tightens and you do it again, a bit more determined this time, granting you friction as well. You’re wearing leggings, the thin material doing wonders as it molds perfectly against his jeans, and the feeling has you drawing your bottom lip between your teeth, biting into the flesh to suppress a moan. 

Jungkook’s brain is static noise and you. The way you look, the way you feel – fuck, you haven’t even touched him yet, hands still glued to his damn phone like you’re not driving him to insanity right now. The soft material of your leggings has him wondering how the soft of your skin would feel in his hands, and he wants to touch you so badly, but he has no idea what the two of you are doing right now. 

You don’t let him ponder on it for too long, because before he can plant the seed of a thought, you’re kissing him.

Phone discarded and long forgotten, you lean into him, hands on his shoulders as you bring your lips to his. It’s soft, a mere peck as if you were testing the waters, something innocent lacing your actions and he melts, letting his pink mouth form a little pout as he kisses you back. You keep it short and sweet, pulling away slightly and letting your lips follow with a bit more hesitancy. Nose still touching his, you let out a giggle. 

“What are you doing,” he asks, lips slightly pouty still, like they’re betraying him.

“Just kissing you a little…” he can feel your minty breath on him when you say this.

He chuckles, but it’s soft. “Is this what we do now?”

He looks up at you, those big eyes of his that are always so starry bright boring into you and the answer is yes,

“This is what we do now.”

“Okay,” it’s a whisper, the word getting lost in the way your lips mold together, soft but passionate now that it’s been decided that you’re doing this – you’re kissing, just a little. 

There’s no argument in the world that could convince Jungkook to pull away from your giving lips, from the way your body draws closer to his, hand draping around his nape as your nails scrape through the soft skin there. His tongue glides across your bottom lip, biting it some before you’re opening up for him, granting him access. Your hips circle slowly, tentatively, as your tongues mimic the movement and he groans against your mouth, pleasure settling into him quick like wildfire, and burning too. 

His hands that had been obediently placed at your hips free themselves from his mental restraint and make their way to your ass, fingers stretching over your cheeks before he’s giving a harsh squeeze, making you mewl. You bring him closer with fervour, kiss him harder, encourage him to touch you further because that’s all that you want. You crave him so vehemently that there’s not an ounce of questioning behind your actions – just need. 

Your hips pick up pace with the aid of his hands on your ass and Jungkook’s cock throbs inside the tight constraint of his jeans, you feel so good – layers and all – and it has him parting from your lips as his head falls to the back of the couch. The moan he lets out is like music to your ears and soon after you’re attaching your lips to the exposed skin at his neck, right above that mole you love so much. You always poke it, a you’re cute most likely following the action because he was, and you liked to let him know, because it only made him cuter. 

What can you say? You’re weak. You’re so weak it clouds your judgement as you lick at the warm skin, puckering your lips before sucking, painting little purple blossoms in his pretty honey skin, all the way to his jaw.  

Your hips don’t lose their pace, growing more impatiently the more your need for him turns physical. The outline of his cock so prominent against your clothed slit, your clit throbs with each movement he guides and it feels so good, but it’s not nearly enough as you grow uncomfortably wet between your legs. 

It’s overwhelming – the way you move on top of him, the way you sound, and fuck, the way you look. So fucked out already and he hasn’t even done half the things he wants to do to you. Eyes glassy and lips ten shades of red and plump like ripe fruit, it’s no wonder that the minute he reconnects his lips with yours, his tummy tightens as the pleasure threatens to tip him over the edge. 

He panics, hands coming to your waist to gently stall your movements and push you away, reluctantly. He has no doubt that another minute of your little dry humping session will have him blowing his load in his pants like a horny teenager. 

“Shit- wait,” he pants, eyes closed but he can feel you pout against his lips, displeased.

“Why?” You kiss down his jaw again, and he subconsciously cocks his head to the side, granting you permission to kiss on top of the hickeys you’d left minutes prior. 

“Felt like I was gonna cum,” he huffs, moaning softly when you run your tongue all the way to his earlobe, letting your teeth play with it gently. 

You giggle and the vibrations against his skin sends shivers down his spine. 

“Yeah? Don’t you wanna?” he can barely pay attention to what you’re asking, teeth nibbling at his most sensitive spots. 

“No- yes. Fuck, yes.”

Another sweet giggle passes your lips and he cusses himself over how not-so-innocently it affects him. “Then let me make you cum.”

He’s never heard you be so crass, had never even discussed topics like the one you two were very much involved in right now – with each other. You’d always kept the tales of your hook ups vague, a simple nod from across the bar to make sure you were both safe and light teasing when the night was followed by hungover brunch and the walk of shame here and there. But now here he had you, dirty talking him. He was about to lose his damn mind. 

“Should we be doing this?” 

“Should we not? Am I making you uncomfortable?” Your question has softness attached to it, and when you look into his eyes, hands massaging his shoulders, he sees his best friend, just genuine and sweet. 

“No. Far from, actually.” His hands travel back to your hips, hands sneaking inside your oversized sweater.

“Hm,” you smile, “then just…,” he kisses you before you can finish your sentence. “Yeah that. Just do that.”

Your kisses grow hotter by the second, charged with need as you allow yourselves to give into it entirely and it’s not much after that Jungkook’s grabbing a hold of your waist and laying you down on the couch. You smile up at him in that way he’d only gotten to see today, seductive and so very enticing he almost misses the way your hands trail down your body before they’re pulling your sweater off of you. Your bra’s a pretty lacy purple that leaves very little to the imagination, a silver bar peeking through the material.

“Oh?” He says, tone playful but you can tell he’s genuinely shocked.

“Do you like it?” You ask, hand cupping your breast and pushing the cup of your bra down to reveal the shiny piece of jewellery.

“Fuck, I love it.”

He kisses down your neck, tongue licking at your collarbones until his lips touch the soft skin of your breasts, sucking, making sure he returns the favour of that little number he’s sure you left all over his neck. Your fingers get lost in his dark hair, tugging at it the moment his mouth closes around your perk nipple, his tongue playing with the piercing, setting your every nerve ending on fire. You hiss, feeling overstimulated already and his mouth travels to your other nipple, kissing gently before he’s letting his lips glide across the supple flesh. You whimper when the silver hoop at the corner of his mouth touches you, the cold sensation surprising you as you choke out a moan. 

“Can I take these off,” he asks as his index finger hooks inside the waistband of your leggings, gliding teasingly over your skin. 

“Please,” it’s a whine, a desperate little sound that has his dick twitching in his pants.

“Fuck- don’t beg, baby.” He pleads, already walking close enough to the edge as it is just for you to quite literally turn into his every wet dream and further throw him off it.

“Don’t call me baby, then.” You tease, hips raising so he can pull the tight material off your legs. 

He smirks, so devastatingly it has you clenching around nothing, a wave of arousal taking over you that there’s no doubt that your underwear is ruined by now. 

“Why’s that? You like it a little too much?” He stands between your legs, lowering his body until his lips are hovering above yours.

“Just a little,” you capture his bottom lip in between yours, letting the softness linger in there.

“Just a little? The same way you were gonna kiss me just a little, hm?” He deepens the kiss, not a single pause as he dives straight in for passion, making you moan against his lips. It’s all that you can feel – his lips on yours, so much so that the gasp that leaves you is one of surprise when his digits find your clothed clit, circling around it deliciously slow. 

“Fuck yes, that feels so good.”

“Wanna eat you out.”

“Just a little?”

“No. A lot actually, want you to cum all over my tongue.”

You moan, arching your back at his filthy words, another please leaving your lips as your nails scrape against his scalp in raw desperation. He’s in between your legs in a matter of seconds, big hands pushing your thighs apart as his hot breath hits your clothed cunt. You circle your hips at his proximity, silently pleading for more. His arm circles around your leg until his hand rests on top of your tummy, pushing into it slightly to keep you still; the pressure feels so good you can feel a new stream of arousal gushing out of you. 

He doesn’t make you wait – he doesn’t think he could even if he wanted to, your scent alone intoxicating him to the point of hunger. He hooks his fingers inside your thong, pushing the flimsy material to the side until you’re revealed to him. His middle finger glides through your slit, parting your folds until your clit comes into view, so pretty and inviting it has his mouth watering at the thought of having a taste of you. 

“Shit, you’re so wet,” he says, teasing your opening as he collects your slick before circling it around your sensitive nub. You whimper at the feeling, eyes closing and fingers running through his soft hair, letting your body tell him how good you feel. 

He gives a tentative lick, letting the thick of his tongue part your folds, licking you clean before his mouth is closing around your clit, making a mess of you all over again. Your lips part in a silent moan, basking in the pleasure his mouth provides. It’s overwhelmingly good, has your mind spiralling as your body asks for more. 

He teases your opening with his tongue, fucking you with it and drinking your juices in – you taste so sweet it has him groaning against your cunt, rutting his hips into the sofa in need of friction. His fingers push past your tight walls, curling at your insides until he’s met with that spot that has your legs instantly shaking. You look down at him, picking up the smile that forms at his face in pride with the way his eyes get all puffy. He looks almost innocent like this, and you’d buy it if it weren’t for the lewd sounds that fill the room as he fucks his fingers into your wet cunt, slurping sounds coming from his lips as he licks and sucks at your clit, finding the perfect rhythm.  

“You taste so good, could eat you out forever,” he breathes against your pussy, the vibrations inching you closer to your high.

“Yeah fuck, don’t stop, Kook. Don’t stop,” it’s a breathless moan, whimpers leaving your mouth as your body grows tense, the tell-tale signs of your orgasm taking over every inch of your body and he begins to read you, not wanting to miss a single detail about the way you’re coming undone for him, because of him. 

His fingers stay inside of you, massaging your spongey wall and giving it their undivided attention. You’re crying out in pleasure, pushing his bangs away from his face as your gaze finds his, your pretty eyes widening in shock the more he throws you over the edge. 

The tip of his tongue circles your clit slowly, so softly it’s barely there, contrasting with the force his fingers are working with inside of you. It feels so good, your focus dancing from one feeling to the other until the coil inside of you breaks and you’re throwing your body back against the couch, letting it all consume you. 

“I’m c-cumming,” it’s a whisper that barely leaves you, body shaking in pleasure, eyes closing as you bite your lip so hard you can taste blood. 

He hums, sending flutters down your tummy at the feel of it, mewling when his tongue doesn’t stop its ministrations, licking you clean, eyes on you as his fingers follow the same fate. 

“Fuck you’re so sweet,” he says, tasting your arousal one last time. 

“You’re good at that, Jesus Christ.”

He chuckles. “I’m good at a lot of things.”

“That so?” He nods, traveling up your body to capture your lips in his yet again. “Show me then.”

He kisses you deeply, lips only parting to allow you to yank his shirt off his body, allowing for you to run your hands all over him. He feels warm to the touch, the hard ridges of his toned body contrasting with the baby soft of his skin. You could touch him all day, feel the way he hisses into your mouth when your thumb grazes his nipple on its way down, tracing down his abs, feeling the way his tummy tenses at your touch in anticipation. You waste no time, eager hands palming at his cock through his jeans. 

“Are you sure?” He looks at you, laughing softly at the string of saliva that connects you two for a second too long. 

“Jungkook, you not fucking me right now could be what ruins our friendship. I need you so bad, I’m so serious.”

He laughs at this, shaking his head; he wants to tell you off for it, but he can’t find it in him. It still shocks him a little how you can be so casual about all of this. Nonetheless, his hands are making quick work of undoing the button of his jeans, letting your nimble fingers push down the zipper. He pushes himself free from the uncomfortable fabric, boxers joining, letting them slide down his legs. He sighs out in pleasure as his hard cock finally breathes.

All you can do is gawk at him – his length, his girth, the pretty vein that runs from base to tip. Jungkook has the prettiest cock you’ve ever had the pleasure to see and it makes your mouth water, pussy clenching at the mere thought of the delicious burn taking him all will set inside of you. 

“You’re so big,” you speak your mind, unabashedly.

“You can take me, baby.”

Fuck yeah you can, and you will. 

His hand reaches out for yours and you take it, letting him help you up from the couch and guide you towards his bedroom. You’ve made this journey a million times, but never has it felt this exciting. The lights in his room are dim, the soft blue and purple hues coming from his gaming set up illuminating it prettily. 

Your bra comes off first, thong following its same fate soon after. You let yourself fall on top of his bed and he chuckles as you make yourself comfortable, being awfully used to the sight of you clogging the middle of the bed and getting cozy against his pillows, only this time you’re naked. Gloriously so, might he add. 

He gets a condom from his bedside table before his knees hits the mattress, making his way to you and settling between your legs as you open them up for him. 

“How do you like it,” he asks, sitting on his haunches as he massages your thighs. 

You look up at him, giggling as his soft touch tickles your skin. “I want you on top.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you kick him lightly with your feet. 

“Missionary, a classic. I like that.”

“Don’t call it that,” you whine, hands coming up to cover your face.

“Why?” He laughs.

“Makes me sound boring.”

“Oh, trust me, you’re far from.”

You give him that smile – your smile, and he melts. His body melts, too, falling on top of yours as he kisses you, the both of you laughing though you can’t tell why. He pulls away, only a little, bringing the little foil square between his teeth and ripping it open. You take it from him and grab a hold of the condom as he makes some distance between your bodies to let you glide it over his throbbing length. Even the slight contact from the act has him growing feral with desire.

“God, I need to fuck you now.”

“Fuck me now, Jungkook, please.”

His tip prods at your opening, the burn almost immediate as your walls stretch for him, face contorting slightly in both pain and pleasure as he pushes in, leaving tender kisses at the corner of your mouth, your cheeks, your temples, as he hisses in pleasure. He tries to pace himself, go as slow as he can as to not hurt you, the feeling of your warm pussy so tightly wrapped around his cock one he can see himself getting addicted to.

“Shit baby, you’re so tight around me,” he says, bottoming out, head falling down the crook of your neck. He stills, kissing at your warm skin, fingers running soothing circles over your hips. 

“You can move… want you to fuck me, Kook.”

He looks into your eyes for any sign of hesitation but all he gets is lust, angling his hips back before he’s thrusting back in – hard. You gasp for air, a breathless moan leaving your lips as he rocks into you at a delicious pace. You feel so full, so supple under whatever spell he put on you when he let you kiss him, just a little. 

And now he’s fucking you, hard and deep, sweaty bangs framing his beautiful face as his eyes fight a battle to stay open, mind too stubborn on not letting pleasure win because he wants to see you. He wants to see what he does to you painted all over your face, laced in every single moan and whimper that leaves your mouth, latched onto every tug at his hair and nip at his skin. He wants it all – he wants you all.

“Shit- you feel so good,” he pants, hands at either side of your head against the mattress, pretty red bitten lips parted in pleasure as the clenching of your walls have his tummy tensing, the vice like grip you have on him addicting, just like all of you. 

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you sob, hand coming to push at the headboard to keep your head from hitting against it at the force of his hips. “I could get used to this.”

You voice out his thoughts, and there’s something about how bold you are about it that turns him on beyond means, makes him lose his mind and throw the last bit of rationality out the window. 

“You could- we could,” your pussy clenches around him, legs wrapping around his waist. “Fuck baby please stop doing that or I won’t last long.” 

“I c-can’t. I’m so close, Jungkook.” You cry, glassy eyes looking up at him. 

You see the way his jaw locks, rearing up spit before he’s sitting back a little, letting a glob of saliva fall from his mouth right onto your mound, thumb gliding over your clit easily with the added lubrication. The dirty act sends the slow build-up of your climax into rapid fire, spreading through your body deliciously as he toys with your clit. Seconds after, he’s sending you right over the edge, pulling a second orgasm out of you and all you can do is shake and wail under him, your pussy massaging his cock with every clench of your walls. 

“Nnngh- I’m gonna cum, fuck,” he lets out in between moans, hips stuttering a bit as he spills into the condom, the warm spasms of your walls milking him until he’s left hissing and cringing slightly in overstimulation. 

You both just stay there for a minute, catching your breaths and trying to come back to your bodies. Jungkook smiles at you, pulling out of you a little reluctantly before he’s making his way to the bathroom to discard the condom. 

When he comes back, he’s holding a towel, running it softly between your thighs – it’s wet and warm and feels soothing against your core. You blush a little, smiling at him and thanking him. He simply returns your smile, throwing the towel somewhere on his floor and throwing himself next to you on the bed, head cozying up into his pillows.

“So…,” you start.

“So…,” he mimics.

You both start laughing, unable to stand the tension that threatens to fall upon you, you simply do what you do best – laugh it out. It’s comforting, and feels good knowing that a little exchange of pleasure didn’t totally break your common sense. 

“We just fucked,” you say.

“God, don’t make it sound so crass.”

You laugh at this. “Sorry, kind sir, we just engaged in sexual relations.”

“Much better.” His laugh follows.

“Do you think we’ll do it again?” Your question is sincere, albeit a little awkward. 

“Don’t ask me that right now, I’m pretty sure my dick is still hard.”

You look down at it, wanting to see it for yourself, and surely enough, you’re met with confirmation to his suspicions. 

“Well, I liked it,” you say, plopping back into the pillows, eyes fluttering slowly as sleepiness begins to fall over you. 

“Me too…” he stares at the ceiling, exhaustion settling upon him, too.

“So, if you ever wanna… we can always… just kiss a little.”

Jungkook’s face grows angelic as he falls asleep, a smile on his lips that he’s pretty sure is still there when he wakes you up late into the night, in hopes that you want to kiss him a little, too. 

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Consumed pt.1⋆ jjk

⊹ Pairing: f reader x Jungkook x Jimin 3.1K ⊹ Genre: Vampire!junkook, Vampire!jimin, Yandere themes ⊹ Synopsis: Fed up with the every day monotony as a creature of the night, Jungkook finds a new obsession, one that he can share with no one.  ⊹ Warnings: mentions of blood, drinking of blood, mentions of a alcoholic parents, kidnapping, obsessive signs, future yandere, lying,future smut. Read at your on risk. ⊹ A/N: Thanks to my beta readers @flowingwiththewater and @killerharleyjaderose. Also a big thanks to my wifey @httpjibooty​ (she’s the talented one behind the red eyes and helping my untalented self make a banner) <3

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“This wine has no flavor anymore.” Jungkook huffs before tossing his glass into the fire nearby. From where he sat he felt sick to his stomach watching Jimin seducing not one, but two innocent females. It was a game Jimin was a master at, and for some reason he pitied the humans. They knew what they were in for when they looked into Jimin’s eyes; curiosity getting  the better of them. Perhaps it was the fear of the unknown – the danger that lured them in. Jungkook didn’t care, he was sick of it all. It had been one too many centuries of the same boring routine and he was done with it.

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