Girl This Cliffhanger Has Me It Was Saur Good Tho Fuck I Love When Jk Gets All Sweet But Then Completely

girl this cliffhanger has me 🫠 it was saur good tho fuck i love when jk gets all sweet but then completely switches up and starts being mean again 😮‍💨 u have me rereading this a few times now bae

careful | jjk

pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader

word count | 2.2k

warning(s) | 18+ smut; dom!jk, sub!reader, dirty talk, mild dom/sub dynamics, orgasm control/edging, slight brat kink, slight brat tamer!jk, pet names, degradation kink, praise kink, mild dacryphilia, finger fucking, sub drop, pussy smacking, wet & messy

summary | you should always be careful what you ask for

notes | what's that - posting a fic that isn't any of my wips/requests? more likely than you think 🥲 i started writing today with the intent to work on my vampire jk fic cuz spooky season. instead, i found myself here... i'm sorry 💀 also i’ve seen enough run episodes to know you don’t want jk’s hands smacking you anywhere 😬

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“Look at me, baby.”

The low warning cuts through your muffled whines, Jungkook’s weight pinning you to the wall. Thick fingers grind deep inside your cunt, digging into your g-spot mercilessly.

Pressure builds behind your hips, borderline painful as you shift around in a vain attempt to dislodge him.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he says, “You know better.”

Whenever Jungkook speaks, his voice scrapes down your spine, low and whiskey rough. His chest is a long line of heat, plastered to your front from stem to stern.

The rapid gallop of his heartbeat echoes your own rabbit-fast rhythm, the scent of his cologne clogging your nose and clouding your thoughts.

He bites out your name, the palm shackling your hands above your head squeezing your wrist. Blunt nails dig into the delicate skin of your pulse point. A silent prompt you know better than to ignore. And yet, the temptation to do so is almost too much.

Keen awareness roots low in your belly, dripping down between your thighs like candle wax. Your thighs tense with the strain of controlling the involuntary drop of your hips; the urge to rock down into his touch choking the breath from your lungs.

“I…”

The instinct to comply is almost Pavlovian. After all, you’re Jungkook’s good girl, aren’t you? Loved and fucked and trained to his liking.

(But how can you be good when he looks at you like that? It’s just not fair.)

Being good all the time is boring.

No. Your mouth snaps shut, and any response you have turns to ash on your tongue. The words catch on the backs of your teeth like candy. Not this time.

“Why are you being like this, huh?” Jungkook’s brows shoot towards his hairline, his dark head ducking to try and catch your eye. “I know I taught you better.”

How could you ever forget the rules when he’s fucked them into you so thoroughly? Took you apart piece by piece only to stitch you back together in his image - his precious little darling made to take his cock and swallow his cum.

“You really don’t wanna play this game with me right now. Trust me.”

Breath lodging somewhere in the middle of your throat, and tasting suspiciously of regret, you shake your head and dig your heels in. Resist the urge to crumble at his feet, beg for forgiveness with your mouth, your hands.

It’s already too late to back out - it’ll just be worse for you if you do.

Jungkook might hide his less… savory traits better than most, but you’ve experienced his greedy kisses firsthand, felt the tug of his teeth and tasted the salt of his skin. Heard his ragged moans honey sweet in your ear, felt the harsh grind of his body along yours.

When he smiles, it’s wicked, "Last chance. Show me those pretty eyes of yours, baby.”

Anticipation hooks behind your navel, stomach swooping as heat curls up in the valley of your hips. Blood rushes in your ears, starting as a slow thrum that crescendos into a rapid drum. Your heart tattoos itself into your ribs.

Licking your lips, your refusal shudders from you in a throaty rush, “No.”

A low hum fills the following silence, noncommittal. The mounting tension threatens to strangle you, sets your teeth on edge. Sparse hairs at the nape of your neck prickle.

And then, before you have time to consider taking it all back, plush lips ghost over the hollow below your ear. Whisps of dark hair whisper over your skin, soft and ticklish. Shivers race down your spine, spread through your fingers and toes.

“Alright, have it your way,” Jungkook smothers his words in the tender slope of your neck, “but remember: you asked for it. Don’t come crying to me afterward.”

Readjusting, Jungkook’s broad shoulders curve forward and the slackened hand on your wrists renews its grip. The cold tip of his nose traces along your jaw, inhaling the perfume of your silken skin.

An exhale shudders from him in a vulgar husk of breath. When you clench around his fingers still buried inside you, he laughs low and mocking.

“Damn, baby, your pussy’s just sucking me in. You really wanna cum that bad?” Kisses pepper up the side of your face, skirting the side of your mouth. “Heh, yeah, I know you do - such a dirty little slut.”

“Oh!” You sigh, sparks sizzling through your limbs, as Jungkook flexes his fingertips playfully against your swollen g-spot. Your hips tilt into the touch. “Hah…”

“That feel good, huh?”

A low keen escapes when he draws your earlobe into the moist heat of his mouth, his lips clamping down while the sharp points of his canines roll the tender fat. Little kisses of pain burn, brighten the arousal blooming deep within you.

“Yeah, of course it does,” Jungkook breathes, his voice low and husky in your ear as he strokes at your fluttering walls. “Just look at you.”

Unable to swallow the broken gasp of his name when he hits your favourite spot at the right angle, you tremble against his chest from where you’re pinned and squeeze your eyes shut, “J-Jung--!”

Holding up your own weight on weak knees is an endurance sport - one you’re losing as they bow and shake, threaten to give out. At the same time, your arms feel like lead, going numb from having them suspended over your head for so long.

Head light and floaty, your nails bite into the backs of his hands as a sharp spike of pleasure slices through you. “I’m--”

“Gonna cum soon?” Jungkook asks, the devilish grin tugging at the corners of his sculpted mouth more a baring of teeth. “Don’t lie to me.”

At your frantic nod, he tugs his fingers free from the tight clutch of your body with a sloppy squelch. Slick oozes from your cunt in a sticky rush that wets your inner thighs, your gut clenching hard with hollow satisfaction as he rips the ebbing flow of your orgasm away without warning.

“Shit!” 

The noise you make at their loss is low and wounded, tears brimming in the corners of your eyes. Your body locks up so hard your stomach aches, walls fluttering as a cramp knots up behind your hips. Your swollen clit throbs with angry sparks of pain that make you whine and wince, orgasm thoroughly ruined.

“W-Why did you…” Voice cracking around a hiccupping sob, you pitch forward into his powerful chest. “Jungkook--”

“You know why.” His reply cuts you off, chilly and brusque, while he stares at you without remorse, “I gave you a chance to change your mind.”

“But I -”

“Stop.”

Sniffling, you peer at him from beneath damp lashes.

Breathless and feral, Jungkook stands before you a vengeful god, robed in shade and shadow. It’s criminally unfair how good he looks; jaw clenched, eyes twin black holes that threaten to pull you in.

Harsh, hooded, hungry as they trace over the tear tracks cutting lines down your cheeks, the quiver of your lips. In moments like this, he’s as beautiful as Belladonna and twice as deadly.

“I don’t know why you’re even trying to sweet talk your way out of this.” 

If his glare alone wasn’t enough to curb your tongue, then the shuttered expression carved into the planes of his regal face would.

Displeasure sits heavy on his brow, tucked into the corners of his mouth like an ill-fitting mask. Then his hand is slipping between your shaking thighs once more, the backs of his knuckles dragging over your abused, messy folds.

Jungkook hums when you sigh, jolt at the touch, and says, “Now, shut up and be a good girl for me.”

It’s deliciously painful, like blowing on numb fingertips in winter. Your legs spread wider to accommodate him on instinct alone. Head rolling back to rest against the wall, the cool stone heaven on your sweaty neck.

And then a strike, viper quick, lands on your exposed pussy. Your reprieve ripped away and smashed at your feet as the wet, sloppy sound of an open palm making contact with tender flesh almost drowns out your wounded cry.

“A-Ah!”

You flinch away from the touch, flickers of pain pulsing through your sensitive clit. Nerve endings burn with sensation. Tiny cavities pepper your field of vision, the world a blurry kaleidoscope of color through pooling tears.

It’s hard to think, harder to breathe through the lingering throb and mounting shock.

Jungkook didn’t hit you too hard (he knows your limits), though he may as well have with how hypersensitive your pussy is. And still, amid prickles of pain, fresh arousal gushes from you to soak the length of his palm.

Cooing, he says your name, his lips cradling the syllables like a precious secret as his hand rubs circles over your mound. “Are you finally going to listen to me?”

Air hisses through your teeth as his fingers dip into your entrance, and it’s all suddenly too much. You drop too far, too fast. Lost and left adrift. Small. Fragile. Heart lurching in your chest, the bitter ache throbbing in time with your pulse. Reminding you of how empty you are.

Sobs drip from your lips like dew drops, unintelligible words frantic as they break through the great, heaving gasps, “J-Jungkook, I can’t… Please, ‘m sorr- I can’t.”

“Oh, baby. You look so pretty when you’re such a fucking mess.”

Your breath hitches.

It feels like your skin’s too small, stretched tight over your bones until you’re bursting at the seams. The slightest touch will make you shatter to pieces, scattered across the floor like shards of fine china. 

Before you spiral too far beyond his reach, Jungkook guides you back, keeping his voice low and gentle in your ear while he shushes your warbling sniffles. Affection softens his smile, his eyes dark with perverse pride.

“Stop crying,” he chides tenderly, circling your clit with a ginger thumb. “You’re fine, promise. I’m here, I’ve got you.”

Kisses wick away the last of your tears, sweep over the delicate skin of your undereye.

“You did this to yourself.” Jungkook searches your eyes for confirmation, his brows furrowed and lips pursed. “You know that, don’t you?”

You nod, albeit stiltedly.

There are always consequences when you try to give him a taste of his own medicine - some worse than others. This time, you took things a little too far.

Now your cunt’s going to suffer the consequences of your stubbornness, but maybe if you butter him up beforehand…

The bob of his Adam’s apple captures your attention, your eyes tracing over the slope of his jaw, the tick of muscle as he grits his teeth.

Gnawing on your lip, you weigh your options.

You both know you hoped this would happen when you started acting bratty. Jungkook knows your dirty thoughts and filthy fantasies, how soaked you get from the thought of being pinned down, helpless. Forced to take everything he gives.

… It isn’t even a question worth asking.

“Didn’t catch that.” Jungkook’s lips twitch with amusement, his fingers biting into the soft fat of your hip. “Come on, you’ve gotta use your words.”

The despair gripping your throat in a vice loosens with his lighthearted tone. Wetting your lips, you take the first step towards sparring yourself a brutal punishment by apologizing.

“I know it’s my fault - and I,” you swallow the flood of saliva pooling under your tongue, “I’m sorry.” 

"Mm, apology accepted." Jungkook hums, tracing the seam of your puffy pussy. “I’m so lucky I’ve got such a good fucking girl all to myself.”

Heat sinks into the apples of your cheeks, your thighs clamping closed around his wrist. There’s no denying the needy twitch of your hips at his words. A pleased rumble vibrates through his chest and into yours.

“Yeah, you like when I call you a good girl, baby?”

You whine, your eyes rolling back and your lashes fluttering.

Heat pulses through your belly in rhythmic waves, the residual pleasure from your interrupted orgasm kindling to light with little effort. You’d been so close, your body still desperate for relief. Thoughts slow and syrupy, cunt soaked and sloppy.

“Jungkook, please - lemme cum.” You try to rock down on his fingers only for his hand to restrain your hips. ”Fuck! Promise I’ll be good this time - jus’ need to…”

He tsks, saying, “Shh, you can cum all you want.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank-”

“If,” his smile is knife sharp, his eyes full of mischief, his words honey sweet, “you keep your eyes open and on me the whole time.”

Oh.

Oh no.

You’ll be dumb and drooling, starry-eyed and stupid once he stuffs you full. The burning stretch of his fat cock buried balls deep in your gummy walls while the spongy head slams into your g-spot without mercy, your cunt milking his shaft with every gushing orgasm fucked out of you. His name a holy prayer on your tongue.

There’s no fucking way.

Jungkook knows you barely remember to breathe once he’s on top of you, let alone maintain eye contact. Your inevitable failure will taste all the sweeter when it fizzles, pops, bursts under the bite of his teeth.

“Wait, wait, wait!”

“Good luck, baby.”

Panic grips you by the throat, your eyes wide and pleading. “Jungkook-”

“You’re gonna need it.”

Well, shit.

tae really crashed the suchwita recording to eat

that ending was so soft omfg it made up for all the fucking turmoil we all went through during this amazing series <333 i’m excited for what else u have in store for us 😏🩷

I hope that NOTHING bad happens🥹 I want oc and Jungkook endgame

the finale. ♡

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taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #36

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With degree in hand, your legs carry you to the man next to the small flight of stairs by the stage at such speed that he tumbles back from the impact when you wrap your arms around him. Your arms are tightly wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to your height, which he doesn’t seem to mind. He never does.

His strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you tightly against him whilst he presses soft kisses to your cheek and whispers sweet words of praise into your ear. His thumbs rub circles on your ribs through the fabric of your graduation gown, making you feel him from all everywhere.

You hold onto him tightly. Inhale his scent. Breathe him in.

It’s your favorite scent in the world.

Oh, right. It’s been 7 months since you’ve confessed your feelings.

When he pulls back to be able to look at your face, he gently cups one of your cheeks, his right thumb softly rubbing back and forth on the apple of your cheek. “I’m so proud of you, Y/N.”

Your nose starts heating up and your eyes are stinging, indicating that you are seconds away from bawling your eyes out. His soft voice and the sincere look in his eyes are enough to make you never want anything else in this world than to stay in this moment right here.

“Thank you. You–”

Your cute moment is ruined when an arm wraps around your neck from the back and puts you in a headlock. You groan loudly, already knowing who it is, not by logical thinking or common sense like ‘who else would do this?’ but the familiar scent and the graduation gown he’s wearing. “Taehyung!”

He only giggles as he continues to hunch you over, arm still locked around your neck.

“Let me go!” you whine, slapping his arm and hitting anything you can reach.

He finally lets go of you and hits your shoulder as he does, easily dodging your vicious attack of hitting him with your phone, wanting to smack that shit-eating grin off his face.

You scowl at the younger man that saw Taehyung’s attack coming but didn’t do anything to stop it and just let you get torn out of his embrace.

“Jungkook! Why didn’t you stop him?!” you grumble as you stomp your way back to him, hitting his shoulder with a loud smack.

“Ow!” he screeches as he rubs his pained shoulder. “It just didn’t feel like my place to!”

You roll your eyes and huff childishly as you cross your arms over your chest. “It didn’t feel like your place to protect your girlfriend?”

His frown turns into a sheepish smile when the words reach his ears, dropping his hands to his sides. “Quit being dramatic. You weren’t in any danger.” He lazily wraps his arms around you but you don’t reciprocate the hug.

“Trust me, if you’re in danger,” he pauses as he pulls his arms back, holding his arms up in 90° angles to showcase his biceps. “I’m pulling out these bad boys.” He leans in to kiss each of them separately, wiggling his eyebrows at you after showing affection to his biceps — which he puts a lot of work in.

You roll your eyes once again but you can’t hide the stupid smile on your lips. You run your hand through his long soft locks, which he absolutely loves and it makes him lean in and steal a quick kiss.

“Gross,” Taehyung mumbles from behind you as he wiggles himself in between you and Jungkook, wrapping his arms around both your shoulders. “We’ll be late for our reservation, let’s go eat, please!”

•••

You had a blast at dinner with your friends and Jungkook, maybe a little too much fun. Joon and his boyfriend Jin were there, Jimin, Hoseok, Yoongi, Sooyeon and more.

Oh, yeah. You and Eunbi kind of fell out when she found out about you and Jungkook. It’s for the better, you suppose.

With the few drops of alcohol you managed to get in, it was enough for you to ring back home and give your parents a piece of your mind.

Telling them not to bother Taehyung anymore, telling them you’re staying to live in Seoul and you won’t be coming back, telling them you’re grateful for everything they’ve done but it’s time you live on your own and figure yourself out.

It took a whole lot of courage, something you probably would never have done in your sober state of mind but that’s okay. You did it, you finally did it.

But on your way back home — in the second-hand, used car Jungkook bought a few months ago — you realize something. As Jungkook silently manages the gear shift with his right hand and steers with his left, you glance over at him.

He’ll usually glance right back at you and smile or wink or whatever — but right now he’s just focusing on the road, seemingly in deep thought. As if on autopilot. You realize he hasn’t said a word since dinner and you’re confused. Worried, even.

“What’s wrong?” you quietly ask, reaching for his hand on the gear shift once he comes to a full stop in front of a red light.

You don’t know whether it’s your touch or your voice that snaps him out of his trance but his head turns to look at you, then back at the road. “Hm?” he hums, as if he didn’t hear you.

You idly blink at him a few times and quickly take your hand back, almost as if his hand burned you. “Are you mad at me?”

His head snaps back at you, a scrunch between his brows and his lips parted in confusion. “What? No. Why would I be?”

You shrug your shoulders and slouch in your seat. “I don’t know. You haven’t said a word since dinner.”

He sighs quietly and shakes his head. “It’s nothing, babe. I’m just thinking.”

“About?”

He doesn’t reply but instead takes an unfamiliar turn and now your confusion turns up a notch. “Where are we going?”

“I just need to do something really quick.”

He doesn’t say anything else and with the sun setting right now, it’s like you’re watching a movie with how mysterious he’s being.

You can’t help the confused frown on your face but he clearly doesn’t want to talk any further. You glance out the window, a pout on your lips and your arms immaturely crossed over your chest.

Hmph. Jerk.

A long and quiet 20 minutes later, he parks in front of a massive house.

He unbuckles his seatbelt and moves to unbuckle yours too.

“Jungkook, what the fuck is going on?” Your patience has finally run out, evident by the tone of your voice and the way your knee keeps bouncing up and down.

“Just follow me,” is all he says.

He gets out of his car and walks around the front of the vehicle, opening the door on your side.

You just sit there with your arms crossed, staring out the windshield in front of you like a child that was denied some sweets.

He sighs at your stubbornness, rubbing his hairline with one hand while he leans his arm on the hood of the car and looms over you. “I want you to meet someone. Come on,” he says, his hand held out for you to take.

You glance at his hand and then up at him. He simply stares at you and it’s clear he’s not going to say much else so you just comply and deeply exhale before placing your hand in his. He helps you out of the car and slams the car door shut behind you before walking up to the massive gate and ticking the gate code into the small keypad near the gate.

The gate opens up and you don’t even have the chance to ask what’s going on before he’s walking down the big path leading to the even bigger front door. It’s a giant beige house, decorated with plants, lights, pillars, statues, massive windows, vines and more.

The big brown door has a golden lion head on it but Jungkook doesn’t use the golden door knocker, instead rings the doorbell and bangs his fist against the wooden door. Glances around in disgust. Taps his foot impatiently against the concrete underneath his feet. Knocks on the door a few more times.

If you were honest for once in your life, you’d admit that Jungkook being impatient and having a temper is really hot.

But it doesn’t look like he wants to hear that right now so you stay quiet.

Not long after, the door swings open to reveal an older man, probably around his early 50s.

His face twists into confusion for a second before he seemingly recognizes Jungkook and then looks at you, gaze draping over you as if to ask who the fuck is in his presence.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything, though. Just lets the uncomfortable silence stretch and it’s like you’re watching a sitcom without a laugh track in the background. Just awkward and uncomfortable.

The man finally speaks up. “You haven’t come to see your old man in years and you think you can just waltz in to introduce one of your girlfriends? I’m not paying for her tuition.”

Years?

Old man?

Wait. This is his…

You glance at Jungkook in confusion and the clenched jaw, the furrowed brows and the pure hatred in Jungkook’s eyes almost sends a shiver up your spine.

The man drags his gaze up and down your figure. “Does she even speak Korean?”

You raise your eyebrows in offense. “My Korean is good, I can understand you just fine.” Thank you very much, old fart.

Through gritted teeth, Jungkook spits, “I’m not here to introduce anyone to you. I’m here to tell you to stop sending me money. I don’t want it.”

You glance at Jungkook before back at the man, who you now realize is Jungkook’s greatest enemy, his father.

“Ha,” the older man chuckles. “If you don’t want my money, that’s fine by me. How will you pay for school, though? You have a year left.” He sounds so smug and unapologetic and if you didn’t already dislike the man because of the stories Jungkook has told you, you definitely hate his fucking guts now.

Jungkook’s response is immediate, as if he knew his father was going to say that and he rehearsed his response in a mirror. “With my mom’s inheritance. And you’re gonna give me what’s rightfully mine. If you don’t, I will get the law involved.”

Your eyes widen at how much venom Jungkook’s voice carries, his hand tightly squeezing yours as he stares his father down.

His father merely blinks at him and if he’s shocked, he doesn’t show it.

“Threatening to sue your father? I raised you better than that–”

“You didn’t raise me at all.”

Oh, it’s getting… it’s getting a little intense now. You’re not sure you even want to be here in this moment.

But you know Jungkook needs you right now.

You gently tug on his hand, indicating he should wrap up what he came here to do.

Jungkook doesn’t look at you but squeezes your hand in return, letting you know that he’s aware. That he hears you loud and clear, even when you’re not speaking.

Something he’s always been good at.

You glance back at the man, realizing it’s you he’s staring down now. He spits, “Did you put him up to this?”

Your eyes go big at the accusation and you part your lips to reply but Jungkook’s already speaking for you. “Don’t address her. She didn’t do anything of the sort.”

But then, your blood runs cold.

Did Jungkook get inspired by your phone call home? Standing up to your parents? Living your life the way you want to?

You glance at Jungkook but he’s still staring his father down, standing his ground and not a single crack in his demeanor to allow his father to slither in and manipulate him.

He may have gotten away with it back when Jungkook was a helpless 15 year old boy that didn’t know how to cook eggs but not now. Not anymore.

His father must have noticed the determination in Jungkook’s eyes as well because he simply sighs. “Alright, then. At least you’ve got some of that business in you I always wanted you to have.”

Jungkook visibly relaxes, his hand not squeezing yours so tightly anymore.

“And I came for one more thing,” Jungkook says as he lets go of your hand and pushes the door further open, disappearing into the massive mansion and leaving you alone with his father.

Your hand is cold now. Freezing. Your fingers tingle, in need of Jungkook’s touch.

It’s quiet and his father is simply staring at you, seemingly trying to get you to fall dead from just his glare. You try to avoid eye contact with him at all costs but he doesn’t let you get off that easily when he suddenly decides he wants to make conversation with you.

“He’s just going to end up leaving you or hurting you, you know.” The words leave his father’s mouth in a neutral tone, as if he’s really just warning you.

And you can’t even begin to explain how quickly your blood starts boiling.

“He’s not like you,” you snap, a scowl slowly starting to form on your face. “He’ll never be like you.”

His eyes squint at you, decorated by a stern frown on his brows and you’re glad Jungkook looks nothing like his father.

You nervously look around, rubbing your own arms to comfort yourself. You hope Jungkook just hurries up so you don’t have to stand here for much longer. The tension is so heavy, you’re considering walking back to the car on your own because you actually can’t stand this.

But that’s when Jungkook arrives at the front door again, holding a box the size of a shoebox and…

Is that a dog?

“Come on, boy,” Jungkook mutters. “I want you to meet someone,” he says to the dog. The dobermann runs out the front door as Jungkook steps out, turning to look at his father one last time.

Ah. That’s who he wanted you to meet.

“You can’t just take Bam.” Mr. Jeon uncrosses his arms once he realizes what’s going on.

Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders with an air of nonchalance. “I can and I will. He’s mine anyways, you were just supposed to take care of him until I graduated. I’ve decided I want him now.” Jungkook shifts the box to hold it with one arm while his other reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers as he starts walking down the path leading to the gate.

“Don’t come crawling back when you need me, son,” his father says, loud enough for you two to hear. “I never want to see your fucking face again.”

Jungkook abruptly stops in his tracks and takes a second before turning around, facing his father while clueless Bam keeps excitedly running in circles around you two. “The feeling’s mutual, dad.”

He looks nonchalant as he says it, no emotion in his tone and you almost believe him but your eyes don’t miss the way his grip on the box has tightened, his knuckles have turned white, his hand in yours is trembling, ultimately betraying himself and his nonchalance about the situation.

“Goodbye,” is all Jungkook says before turning on his heels again and leaving his father to idly stare at his son’s retreating back.

You stay quiet as you follow Jungkook to the car again, his hand tugging you forwards and his eyes making sure that Bam is following you two. Jungkook leads you both to the car, making Bam get in the backseat as he puts the box down carefully next to Bam, before helping you get in the passenger’s seat.

He starts the car without another glance at the mansion and slowly accelerates. You glance over your shoulder to look at his father in the distance one last time, who’s still standing in the doorway of his — and once Jungkook’s — home. He also has a neutral expression on his face but his body language betrays him when your eyes take notice of his shoulders that are slouched in defeat.

And when you look back at Jungkook’s tense jaw and furrowed brows, you can tell that neither of them wanted this.

You suppose not every story has a happy ending.

The rest of the ride home is silent.

•••

Upon your arrival to Jungkook’s apartment, you help Bam get out of the car and give him a few scratches and rubs, introducing yourself to him whilst Jungkook takes the box into his hands. You kind of wonder what’s inside but you don’t want to ask just yet.

You suppose he went to his own room. Got some of his belongings. Maybe they’re toys for Bam. Who knows?

He unlocks the front door and helps you two inside, kicking his shoes off. He walks further in and places the box on the coffee table before turning to Bam, who is wagging his tail and running circles around the living room.

Jungkook takes this time to drop to his knees and welcome Bam with a big hug and kisses to his forehead, rubbing his back and belly. He talks to him in his little baby voice and it makes you quietly chuckle but you can’t help but have this heaviness clouding your heart.

Are you the reason Jungkook decided to break off all contact with his only family?

When he lets Bam go to let him explore on his own, he goes to sit down on the couch and pull the box toward him from where he’s seated.

You approach him and sit next to him, glancing down at the box in his lap.

He opens it and all you’re met with are Playstation and Xbox games. You have to fight the urge to roll your eyes, your boyfriend is a gamer after all.

But then he piles all the cases and lifts them out of the box, placing them on the table. Your eyes return to the inside of the box and that’s when you catch a glimpse of several photographs. A child and a woman.

A boy that you’re sure is young Jungkook and a woman that looks insanely familiar to you.

And it instantly dawns on you that these are pictures of him and his mother.

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you glance at the pictures, eyeing the way his fingers dive into the box to take a few of them out. He stays quiet as he looks at each of them individually and you just stay next to him, taking the box from him and putting it on the table again.

He looks so much like his mother, it’s almost eery.

His father’s words instantly come rushing back to your head.

I never want to see your fucking face again.

Fuck.

Did he distance himself from Jungkook because Jungkook reminds him of his deceased wife?

A picture of him and his mother at some amusement park. One of Jungkook eating cotton candy, his mother holding a stuffed animal. Them in a restaurant. Them at a museum. A park. A waterslide. On a couch. In a kitchen. Having fun.

It also quickly dawns on you that it must have been his father that took all of these pictures.

“Are you sure you don’t want to see him again?” you quietly ask, glancing at his side profile. His long hair falls over his cheeks so you gently tuck it behind his ear, to be able to look at him better but he hasn’t looked up from the photographs.

“Kook,” you whisper, grazing the shell of his ear, tracing down to his earlobe and rubbing it in between your fingers.

He doesn’t respond and you decide to stop pushing. If he wants to talk about it, he will.

However, it isn’t long until he drops the photographs back into the box and turns to you, burying his face into the crook of your neck and wrapping his arms tightly around you.

“Oh, baby,” you mumble as you wrap your arms around him as well, holding him close. Soft sobs reach your ears and you wish there was more you could do for the broken boy in your arms.

You gently rub his back and draw circles through the fabric of his shirt. “Shh.” You stroke the back of his head, playing with his long wavy locks. “I’ve got you.”

Bam, as if he sensed his owner’s distress, joins you two by the couch, resting his snout on the edge of the sofa’s cushion next to Jungkook’s thighs.

You continue to comfort Jungkook, pressing soft kisses to his temple and hair, trying so hard not to get emotional right now. You need to comfort Jungkook now, not the other way around.

“I never wanted it to be this way,” he manages to mumble through sobs, his entire body trembling in your embrace.

“I know you didn’t.”

“Do you think he hates me?”

“No, he doesn’t.”

“Was I out of line?”

“No, you weren’t.”

“How? I haven’t seen him in years and I just decide to show up to tell him I never want to see him again.”

You slowly pull back. Cup his wet cheeks. Wipe away some of his tears with your thumbs. “The same can be said about him, you know.”

He stares into your eyes as if to search for sincerity but you’ve never been more geniune in your life, staring back without a single crack or tear in your demeanor and opinion.

He sniffles softly and nods his head, bringing his hand up to wipe away some of the tears with the back of his hand.

You lean forwards and softly peck his lips, tasting his salty tears on them.

When you pull back from the peck, his lips are instantaneously back on yours. It’s a bit rough and needy but you suppose it’s because of his state right now. You try to pull back from the kiss but Jungkook simply keeps going, chasing your lips but you turn your face to the side to deny him of the kiss.

“Are you okay? Done talking?” you ask him breathlessly as he continues to kiss down your jaw and neck, coating your collarbones in his kisses.

He nods his head quickly and kisses back up to your lips. “I just need to forget about everything. I need to feel you, I need to forget about what just happened,” he says in between kisses, his hands firmly holding your waist as if he’s scared you’ll slip through his fingers.

“Okay,” you whisper in response, allowing him to kiss you some more.

“We should get to the bed, Jungkook,” you mumble against his lips. “We don’t want to make a mess on your couch like we did mine.”

Yeah. About that.

After Jungkook fulfilled his side of the deal, which was buying you a couch in return for teaching him how to cook, you and Jungkook went at it like fucking dogs on that couch and had to get it cleaned 2 weeks after he bought it. Fucking horndogs.

He simply rises to his feet and tugs you along by your hand, leading you to his bedroom.

Bam quickly follows but Jungkook quietly tells him that ‘this is not for children’s eyes’ as he closes the door on his beloved dog.

He pulls you to the bed but you’re faster, pushing him to sit down on the edge of the bed. He looks up at you in anticipation, wetting his lips.

You slowly tug your dress down your body, letting it pool around your ankles as you move to unclasp your bra and toss it somewhere on the floor. You bring your hand to his mouth, tapping his lips in order to tell him to open up.

He obeys, parting his lips and welcoming your index and middle finger into his mouth. He holds eye contact with you as he sucks sensually, wrapping his lips around your fingers. Slides his tongue in between them. Lathers them in his saliva. Stares at you like you’re the world and he’s as insignificant as a leaf.

You let him suck for a few more moments before taking your fingers back, using your wet fingers to wet your nipple, lathering it in his saliva and stimulating yourself. You softly pinch your own nipple. Roll it around. Feel it harden under your touch.

His eyes drop down to your chest instantly, watching as you use his saliva to pleasure yourself and the growing bulge in his pants doesn’t go unnoticed by you. You bring your other hand to lift his chin to look back into your eyes. You slowly lower yourself onto his lap, straddling his thighs and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He looks up at you, his cold hands traveling up your bare back to hold your waist firmly. Watches as goosebumps pop out of the upper layer of your skin. Sighs in content. Drops his hands to your hips.

You gently roll your hips into him, a needy moan leaving your lips at the sensation. The thin fabric of your panties does a terrible job of keeping outsiders out, already making you feel like he’s straight up sliding his dick in between your folds.

He kisses down your collarbones to the swell of your breast before taking the other nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking all around it until he’s satisfied.

You gently push him back by his shoulders and he lets you, staring up at you with hooded eyes. You reach for the pillows and prop them up behind his head before you lean forwards, continuing to roll your hips and grind into his hardening crotch.

Your lips meet his in a needy kiss, making out for what seems like hours and you never stop grinding into him because it just feels too good.

Pulling away from the kiss, you glance down at a breathless Jungkook, lips swollen, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

You sit up and move back on his thighs as you reach for the button and zipper on his slacks.

He glances down and grunts quietly. “You’ve soaked through my slacks.”

You aim your gaze at where he’s looking at, instantly noticing the wet patch you’ve created on his beige slacks. Heat rises to your already hot cheeks.

“Oh, sorry,” you breathe out, fidgeting with his belt.

He huffs, “Sorry? It’s hot as fuck. You make me so fucking hard.”

You wet your lips and roll off him, helping him out of his slacks and his dress shirt. You move to palm him through his boxers but he stops you, gripping your wrist tightly.

“I need to fuck you,” is all he says when he pulls you down onto the mattress, rolling you over so you’re on your back with your head comfortably on the pillows.

He palms himself through his boxers when he sees you sprawled out in front of him, naked and exposed. His eyes trail down to your panties, noticing the impossible-to-ignore wetness that makes your panties stick to your sex.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispers as he moves to tug your panties down your legs, groaning to himself when a single string of your slick stays attached to your panties, connecting them to your pussy.

“Who are you this wet for?” he asks as he tosses your panties aside, eyes still glued to your attention-seeking sex while he palms himself.

You hum softly as you pretend to think about your answer to tease him but he doesn’t seem to be paying attention, eyes still fixed on your pussy.

You decide to push his buttons. “I’ve kinda been fantasizing about Jimin lately.”

His eyes instantly shoot up to yours, his hand pausing on his crotch as he stares at you with squinted eyes.

You can’t help it, the corners of your lips start curling up. You begin, “I just–”

Smack.

“Ow!” you gasp, the heat from his slap spreading through the side of your thigh. Your eyes shift to your thigh, your hand rubbing where he slapped you on your skin. “What was that for?”

You can’t say you didn’t expect that, though.

“For not answering my question.” His eyes drop down to your pussy again, fingers gently sliding in between your slick folds.

You whine, “But I did answer your question.”

Smack.

The sharp gasp that rips through your throat this time is out of surprise. That’s because this time, his hand came down to your sensitive pussy in a slap, the wetness spreading all over your sex. “Ow!”

“Are you gonna continue being a brat or do you want to be fucked like you deserve it?” He ditches his boxers, tossing them off the mattress and at the growing pile of clothes on the floor near his bed.

You eye his erection, tip red and oozing precum. Screaming for attention.

He lines himself up at your sex, rubbing his head up and down your slit.

You retort, “I always deserve it.”

He bitterly chuckles, “Don’t piss me off, Y/N. You think you deserve it after what you just said?”

The corners of your lips curl upwards, a twisted grin on your lips as you glance up at him with innocent eyes. “Why don’t you just fuck me like you hate me, then? If I piss you off so much.”

He shakes his head as he fully pushes into you, disappointed at himself for always caving and always giving you what you want but the gasp that leaves you at the intrusion satisfies him. “I do hate you,” he mumbles as he bottoms out, a grunt leaving his throat soon after.

You squeal quietly at being filled to the fucking brim, the burning stretch in your walls makes tears prick in your eyes. You wait a few more moments to get used to the feeling again before you decide to provoke him again. “Hm, I hate you too,” you reply, your breath heavy.

“Oh yeah?” he grumbles as he pulls out, keeping the tip of his dick inside before slamming all the way back in, watching your face as you cry out under him.

“Yeah, I hate you so much,” you moan, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close.

He kisses your cheeks so gently, a stark contrast from the rough pounding of his hips and the mean words spilling from his lips. “I hate you too. So fucking much,” he mumbles into your ear, a soft moan following his words that clearly betray him as he continues to snap his hips into yours.

You’re a moaning mess under him, legs wrapped around his waist to keep him caged and trapped within your grasp. With your claws and fangs sunken into his soul.

You never want to let him go.

And maybe those actions and feelings betray you too.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” he murmurs before slowly leaning back and pushing both your legs back toward your torso, hooking them around his arms to spread you out fully as he gets back to fucking you good.

“Shit,” you cry out at the new position, pressing your head further into the pillows and arching your back off the mattress. “Fuck, Jungkook.”

He nods as he kisses your thighs and knees, still consistently sliding his dick in and out of you.

The sinful sounds such as skin slapping and wetness squelching enhances your sensitivity even more, moans continuously spilling out of you.

“Who are you this wet for?” he repeats, eyes intently staring down into yours as if to warn you about your answer.

You have no motivation to keep provoking him, though. Not when he’s fucking you this good. “You,” you mumble.

“Who?” he repeats and you’re so sure he heard you but that doesn’t matter to him. He starts slamming his hips harder into yours when you’re not responding to his question quick enough.

“You, fuck!” you cry out, your poor pussy getting pummeled by his entire weight as his continues to harshly fuck into you.

“Good girl. My good fuckin’ girl,” he whispers as he presses his lips against yours. “Rub your clit for me, let’s cum together.” He speaks to you in between kisses, lazy open-mouthed kisses that have you weak, no strength to battle him right now.

You obediently move your hand down your body and start rubbing at your clit in quick circles. Eyes squeezed shut. Moans spilling from you that Jungkook simply swallows. Toes curling. Tears rolling down your temples and into your hairline.

“Fuck. Fuck,” he grunts and you know he’s close to his climax with the way his breath is getting even heavier.

You push yourself to your high but Jungkook can’t hold on for much longer as he starts to spill inside of you. Paints your walls with his cum. Marks his territory. Claims you as his.

Quiet moans leave his lips as he milks himself of every drop inside of you, pumping you full of his load.

You quietly grunt as you take what he gives you but your fingers never falter in speed and precision. Instead, seeing him on top of you, pressing his lips sloppily to yours as he cums and continues to moan into your mouth is enough to send you over the edge.

You clench around him continuously as your climax hits you, dropping onto you like a pile of fucking bricks. Jungkook picking the pace of his thrusts back up to fuck you through your orgasm ultimately makes it last that much longer, tears and moans involuntarily spilling out of you.

“Oh, shit,” you moan as you ride out your high, eyes tightly shut and fingers starting to slow down.

“Damn,” he whispers as he pulls out, staying on top of you as he tries to catch his breath.

His big black eyes search yours for a brief second, an unreadable expression on his face.

You reach up, brushing his hair out of his face with your clean hand. “What’s on your mind?” you whisper, running a hand through his gorgeous hair.

He sighs as he rolls off of you, disappearing into the hall until he’s back with a damp towel. He quietly cleans you up and stays quiet throughout it before laying down beside you and cuddling up to you. Lies on his back. Pulls you onto his chest.

“I love you.”

Oh.

You idly blink at him, his words take too long to process.

Neither of you have really said this before.

“What?”

“I love you,” he repeats. “Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to say it back. Just wanted you to know.”

You blink again, this time staring at him like he’s grown a second head until you suddenly start chuckling.

His brows pinch together at your giggles, lips pressed into a thin line. “What’s so funny?”

You simply shrug your shoulders, moving to lean your chin on his bare chest as you glance up at him. “Nothing, just…”

He impatiently clicks his tongue, staring down at you. “Just what?”

You can’t help but smirk as you say, “You were so sure I was going to wrap around your finger first. Look at you now.”

He continues to scowl at you until the words leave your lips. His eyes visibly soften, his lips quivering into a pout to stop himself from smiling.

He quietly chuckles as he says, “Well, I guess you’re the winner then.”

You hum in response, a soft smile on your lips. “I guess I am.”

You: 1.

Jungkook: 0.

The end.

Wait, no. Not yet. It seems like Jungkook has something else to say.

“Well, technically,” he pauses, “I have the best, most gorgeous girlfriend on the planet. I’m the winner after all.”

Hm. Well, you suppose you’ll give him that.

“Well then,” you pause. “I love you too.”

He tries to keep a neutral expression but he can’t help himself when the biggest smile stretches onto his lips, flashing you his bunny teeth and you’ve never seen him smile this wide, so wide his eyes disappear behind his eyelids.

You: 1.

Jungkook: 1.

The end.

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meg bby it pains me that u think ur writing sucks. bc this right here??? it’s literally so beautiful and sad and amazing and kdsjhshdhd. i loved it so much <3 my heart rlly breaks for jungkook bc it’s so obvious he’s in love :( and yn just kinda takes that and doesn’t give anything back. how cruel. if someone like jungkook loved me this much i wouldn’t know what else to do except love him back 😭😭 ur writing is amazing bb don’t doubt urself 🩷🩷🩷

places i know — jjk

i know places - lykke li, les matins - angèle

ᥫ᭡ summary: in which jungkook's heart beats for you, but he prefers to dismiss his feelings and to blame himself for getting hurt.

ᥫ᭡ genre: friends with benefits, university au, angst, smut.

ᥫ᭡ word count: 3.7k

ᥫ᭡ warnings: alcohol consumption, long and messy hair jk 🫶🏻, he's introverted & she's extroverted, opposites attract type of shit, unreciprocated love, unprotected sex, unprotected oral sex, praising, blowjob, clit stimulation.

a.n.: yeah so... i came up with this last minute. begging for feedback again 🙏🏻 because your girl is paranoid and thinks everything she writes is shit 🥹 (to be confirmed or denied, idk) i won't update for a while, pls take care of yourselves, guys. kisses x

The way between his last course of the day — his class situated in block E, literally the farthest part of the university, still not renovated since the creation of the school — and his car is familiar, repetitive.

It doesn't bother Jungkook, though. Not all that much, at least. It's part of his daily life and he prefers things to be consistent, always predictable. He likes having a routine, something he can rely on — something secured, a feeling of certainty.

And the way to his car is all that. Expect for one detail in his life that is almost too unpredictable, even more than the rain. He simply can't tell when it's about to happen because if he were to predict it, he'd have to let down all his little habits.

He'd have to set the notifications of his phone on, remove 'night time' mode in case he ever receives an unexpected text from an unpredictable person. Have to ask questions more often, questions that are direct and that the answers don't leave him overthinking all night, turning sides back and forth in his bed.

Have to stop putting on his headphones while exiting the university building to hear your steps on the wet cement, rushing to him from behind, already grinning to yourself, knowing he doesn't suspect your presence.

A few repeated taps on his back makes him tense his shoulders, and makes him turn his head back to see who's after him. You may be sudden, but he always knows it's you. You're the only person in his life that would message him at 3 a.m., proposing to meet up and then canceling at the last minute to only interpellate him on his way back home.

He's a bit sour about this, but he won't tell you.

It's your silly escapades that fill most of his days and nights, though. It's that little giggle that leaves your lips before saying 'let's go to the movie theatre' without knowing what films are playing, just because it's funnier like that, because it's unexpected. It creates unforgettable memories, develops stronger feelings.

He reaches for his phone in the pocket of his hoodie, pressing pause, slipping his headphones off and letting them hang around his neck. There's a smile on your lips, one he remembers kissing more than once, both drunk and sober. Most of the time drunk.

"You're ready?" A toothy smile, one of the best, the only one he always wants to see, always misses.

Again, nothing has been prepared, but being unplanned is your habit. Maybe a fear of being chained to a routine, something Jungkook is attached too, though it doesn't matter.

There's something about you, about your wild nature that has him obsessed over you. Opposites attract, but he doesn't feel like your opposite, he feels like he's complementary to you. Like a puzzle piece. Like partners.

He continues his way to his car as you follow him to it, stepping backwards to keep facing you, sometimes turning around, feeling the wind passing through your hair.

Jungkook looks ahead, only glancing at you when he feels your insistent gaze on him. He can't ignore you. Not because you take a lot of space, but because he wants to answer you, wants to hear what you have to say and he knows he's going to regret later for not questioning you.

"I didn't know when you were coming," he opts for, choosing something lighter than what he has on his heart, a feeling he's not sure he wants to acknowledge himself; when are you going to stop playing with me?

"Tuh-tuh-tuh." You stop in front of him, forcing him to halt his walk as well. "Don't ask me when," you say, raising your eyebrows and tilting your head to the side. "Ask me why, ask me where."

Jungkook chuckles, the proud lopsided smile on your face amusing him. How easy it is for you to deviate from the conversation, avoid something you don't want to give an answer to. Something you don't want to touch on. Almost too easy-peasy.

He doesn't catch onto it yet again, leaving the lead to you, letting you use your impeccable charm on him.

"Where?" He sighs.

"That's the best part!" You cheer, "Okay, you know that place I talked to you about?"

"Yeah," he confirms, a bit unsure, but memories and words of yours are fast at coming back into his mind. "Your secret spot?"

He cuts his question there because what you said isn't something he really wants to say out loud — wanna show you that place, feels majestic, you'll like it. Wanna kiss you under that big, big tree, sit on your lap, cuddle you, ride your cock.

It was cheeky when you said it, but he was giggling along with you, sparkling eyes looking into each other, vodka rolling on your tongues.

You were beautiful that night in your blue dress, fitting well with the colour of your hair and skin, making your eyes pop out more. And so are you now, wearing a cute top with that long skirt, Doc Martens at your feet.

That night, you were sexy. A wet dream, an erotic fantasy. Today, you're cute and casual, looking like the girlfriend he wished he had.

"Yup," you nod your head, "My secret spot," you repeat, smiling softly.

He doesn't respond with anything so it's silent for a short moment, the breeze making your hair twirl around your head. He tells himself, right now, that the world is yours. It's as if you were controlling everything; the wind, the weather, his heart.

"Come on, Kook," you insist, "I'm gonna tell you where to go."

The moon is shining brightly from where he is. Away from the city, from all the flashing lights and the roaring of cars. It's peacefully quiet. He likes it.

You're also on your back, looking at the night sky and the clouds. Pointing at one star, saying it's someone's puppy. You hope it's resting in peace, he tells you of course, don't worry. You smile, again. He loves it.

You pick out a flower; it's purple, maybe rather violet. A really soft violet.

You turn on your side, leaning on your elbow, staring at Jungkook — a smirk tugging at your lips. You extend your arm to wipe some of his hair away from his face, tucking the stem of the flower behind his ear. He doesn't stop you and closes his eyes as your fingers brush over his skin.

You replace his bangs, Jungkook's eyelids fluttering as you do so and for the first time, very first time, he's the one who destabilizes you.

"You're beautiful," he whispers, looking at you, noticing how your eyes instantly glance up at him when the compliment slips past his lips. Maybe it's the way you slightly raise your eyebrows, no sight of a smile on your face, rather a look of surprise, a look of 'nobody's words make my stomach twist as much as yours do'.

For you, it's the way that you know he means it, really thought about it before, told himself hundreds of times in his head. Fuck, this girl's beauty is unbelievable.

The grass underneath you is starting to feel cold. The sun is gone and you cruelly miss its light on your skin, heating you up as well as Jungkook's arms around you do, too.

"You, too," you say back. No 'thank you', but he'll go with that. He guesses it felt too intimate and he understands that. Well, he tries to, at least.

He brings a hand up to the back of your neck, the tip of his fingers feel cold against your skin, a shiver running up your spine and making the hair on your arms stand up. He pulls you down and presses his lips down on yours.

It's not hot, it's not messy or sloppy. It's warm, passionate and coordinated. God, he's so cheesy.

He's fucking in love.

You break the kiss, grinning when he looks at you with wide, sparkling eyes. You lift up the right sleeve of his hoodie over his forearm, revealing the couple of tattoos decorating his skin, a bit dispersed and distanced from each other. Jungkook's told you about his desire of filling up his sleeve and colouring some of his tattoos as well.

You point to an empty spot, raising your gaze up to him while saying, "I see a lily there. A tiger lily."

He looks down to his arm, then up to you. "Do you?" He questions.

"Yes," you bob your head, whispering softly. "Bright and orange," you add on, tracing the form of the flower on his arm. He watches your finger brush his skin delicately with a lot of care. "With the petals open."

"It'd be really pretty," he approves, his words making you smile.

You then take his hand in yours and bring his arm up, passing it around your shoulders. He says nothing when you lay your face down on his chest. He only tilts his head downward, smiling back at you.

Your breathing is calm and regular, sometimes letting out a heavier exhale. You trust him, he realizes, and it makes his heart swell, hurts him a little because this isn't enough of a reason.

Enough of a reason to acknowledge his feelings — acknowledge how fucking boring his life is without you and how he wants to spend each moment with you.

But he can't ask that from you, can't demand you to reciprocate his feelings. So he only hopes and wishes, hurting when he's not around you. Goes back to his routine that he so wants to give up on just to be with you, a wild soul who dreams of liberty.

"You didn't tell me why."

You giggle, not because you find it funny, but because you're happy he remembered and cares enough to ask you. Of course he cares, it's you.

"Why I brought you here?" You say while rising up from his chest, connecting your eyes to his.

"Yeah," he confirms with a short nod of his head.

"You're the only one I told about," you answer, "And I don't think there's anybody else I want to share this moment with," you tell him in a soft tone, one that you solely use to say the truth. "I just knew you'd like this place as much as I do, and I want you to come here whenever you feel like it. It's our spot."

'What's mine is yours'.

It can be platonic, it can be friendly, but fuck, there's nothing platonic in the way that you look at him with stars in your eyes, wanting to give him to the world just because it'd feel like the right thing.

You seem so serene while telling him this, and Jungkook can't ignore the 'what if's' that are forming in his head. What if we come here daily until the snow comes and covers the grass? What if we carve our initials on that tree?

What if this secret means more to him than it means to you?

And then it hurts again.

He loves you.

Loves you in a way nobody else ever will because what he has, what he feels, is unique. Everybody's feelings are different, that's why you'll never find someone like Jungkook, that's why if you want him, you need to claim him.

But you probably never will. It's not your kind, not something you're willing to do. 'Don't want to sacrifice what we have', you once said. 'Girlfriend, boyfriend — what does it mean?' you responded when Jungkook jokingly called you "the perfect girlfriend" with too much alcohol in his blood.

Fucking ruined the mood. Why so fucking mean... when he knows you, knows the best parts of you that are down to earth, lovely and sweet, so many qualities in one single person.

But you're entitled to your stupid values.

And he continues to love you as he asks where to go now and you answer all too pouty that you want to go home, his home.

You insist on having vodka, knowing where he hides it, the top cabinet where you can't reach. Have to beg him with puppy eyes to let you have a glass. A tiny glass.

He tells you that you sure as hell gonna have a tiny one. You smile, thanking him. He drinks with you because there's no way he's letting you break his heart absolutely sober.

He loves you maybe more — well aware that he's going to regret it — when your sloppy tongues meet in a heated kiss, impatient hands slipping under each other's clothes.

He grabs a tit, earning a moan, you take a fist full of hair, eliciting a groan. The way to his bedroom feels far, far away, but he knows you're going to reach it, you have to.

Your body is one of the few things Jungkook's familiar with. He knows the way to your pussy, knows where to hit and touch. Knows also the way to your heart, just there in your rib cage, under your sternum.

He fucking knows, but you won't let him and so he keeps his hands away from that part of your body.

The sheets are just an excuse for being his for the night.

Just for the night, leaving before the sun rises.

Whatever.

He moans as he lets you engulf his cock in your mouth, flat on your stomach between his thighs, one leg bent at the knee. He knows to be patient, not push you to do something you don't want to, but it's hard, really hard when your mouth feels like literal heaven.

His head keeps rolling back on his shoulders, hitting the headboard behind him, raising it back up to watch your lips slide smoothly over his length. His fists clench on either side of his body, mouth ajar to let out heavy breaths that you can hear from where you are.

There are times he doesn't really hold himself back, times where the bed isn't just an excuse anymore, but tonight, he feels a bit restricted. He doesn't quite know why, even though the answer's right in front of him. But Jungkook prefers hiding his head in the sand.

"Ah, fuck," he says breathlessly already, frowning as he concentrates on the feeling of your tongue on his cock, sucking him like you fucking mean it. "Baby..."

Another moan, elongated and whiney, a clear indication that you have an impact on him. You affect him — oh, you do so much.

Hesitantly, he grips your hair, not too tight, not pulling, just clenching his fist around it. It's enough to show you that he isn't indifferent to your touch. You know that, but you tend to forget it, tend to go see someone different, searching for something you'll never find in anyone else than Jungkook.

He whimpers as your nose touches his pubic hair, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat. He fucking shakes, fucking whines while you swallow around him, sucking the soul out of him.

You're greedy; you take everything, you don't share. Ask for more, come back over and over again. But you take, you don't give. Don't even pay back.

Do you realize it? Would be debatable. Jungkook's heart isn't strong enough to have that conversation, though.

You moan around his cock, a response to his little whines, happy you can procure him this kind of pleasure. You bob your head over his length, making a mess, saliva spilling at the corners of your mouth.

You cup his balls and Jungkook reacts instantly. "Oh, yeah- yeah, like that," he approves, hooded eyes staring at the way his member appears and disappears between your lips as you bounce your head up and down.

If he doesn't stop you, he'll cum very soon, and that's not something that he wants. Not in your mouth, not anywhere. He knows the moment he cums is the moment you also leave.

So there's some tenderness in his voice when he instructs you to come lay beside him, your back to his chest. He thinks this is his favourite position, at least with you. Fucking you is the only way he can get that close to you. He can forget about cuddles, but you'll let him fuck you in spoon because sure, it's a great position. Warm and sensual.

"You feel so good- oh, god," he shakily says under his breath, his lips beside your ear. He's completely nestled inside you, his soft breath caressing your neck — a kiss is given to your shoulder, another to your jaw.

When he starts to move, it's slow and steady, but his moans tells you how it takes a lot out of him to not move faster, not ruin your pussy, not fuck you totally dumb on his bed the way he always does so good when he has way too much alcohol in his system.

He lifts up your thigh, making a bit more space for him, his other hand sneaking between your legs to reach your throbbing clit. His dark bangs fall into his eyes, some strands sticking to his sweaty forehead.

You whine when his middle finger finds your bud of nerves, drawing atrociously slow circles on it, adding just the right pressure to make you want more, beg for more.

"Do you feel me, baby? Feel my cock in your tight little pussy?" He hums in your ear, turning you crazy from the husky tone of his voice. You flutter your eyes as you turn your head, glancing at Jungkook's face, his own eyes not knowing where to look — your lonely lips, your perky nipples, his hard dick stretching out your hole.

"Yeah, feel you so deep in me, Kook," you reply back, and fuck do you really feel him.

It's like your first time, still feeling him days after your encounter. He's big, that's a fact, but he knows how to use it, and you got to experience it. You're lucky you're the only girl he wants to be inside of.

He groans when you clench and unclench around him, his cock completely covered in your wetness, sliding in you so smoothly, nothing restraining him at all — apart from his own intrusive thoughts.

He shifts his hand higher on your thigh, parting your legs wider from each other, now beginning to rock his hips against your ass. His head taps over your sweet spot repeatedly and you let him know by moaning out loud, babbling littles 'right here, Kook. Fuck, right here'.

You reach behind you to pass your fingers through Jungkook's soft black hair, his pink lips smooching the side of your throat, cherishing your skin in warm kisses. You place your other hand on top of his that is operating between your legs, doing quick circle motions over your puffy clit.

He drives his engorged cock in your wet pussy back and forth, totally out of breath, but refusing to stop, at least not until he has you spasming around his girth. You arch your back, frowning your brows as you feel the knot at the pit of your stomach tighten.

"Shit, you close, baby? I feel you sucking me in like crazy," he chuckles, a bit too lost in his own lust, loving how he feels so connected to you right now. You seriously can't be closer to each other than that.

You nod, and he says that he is, too. You whimper, almost feeling him in your guts, cock entering and exiting your quivering hole at a rapid pace that rips your breath out of your lungs.

"Gonna make you feel good," he promises. "Cum around me, sweetheart. Fucking cream my cock," Jungkook encourages and it doesn't take you much more to reach your high, thigh shaking in his hold.

And when it hits you, it hits you hard. You cry out his name, a sound he never wants to forget, limbs shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. Your velvety walls close around him tightly just the way he loves it, just the way it makes him come closer to the edge as well.

His hips jerk up, his skin slapping against your ass. "Ah, fuck, yeah," he rasps out, wetting his dried lips, "Good job, shit... Gonna cum," he praises and warns you at the same time, your orgasm being the cause of his own.

Jungkook steadies his hips and he fills you up, emptying himself inside your cunt. He shoots his hot cum in you in long, thick ropes, cock twitching. You moan with him, liking the familiar sensation of his release painting your walls white.

"Christ," he chokes out, laying his damp forehead on your shoulders, his chest heaving up and down rapidly.

When he pulls out, you immediately turn around to face him. You don't say much, just the usual to not make it awkward. He appreciates it, won't admit he wants to chat till 3 a.m., though.

The next morning is somewhat gentle, but it has a bitter taste. Your side of the bed is empty, the only remaining trace of your body being your perfume. And the soiled sheets underneath him.

He would have liked that all of this was only a dream, but no, it was yesterday. His eyes are puffy from the night of sleep he had, or maybe from tears.

He wonders where you are, when exactly you left. He misses the touch of your hands on his back, your fingers passing through his hair.

Those are the kind of mornings he hates. The awful and aching truth eventually coming back to him because he forgot the night before when he was with you.

And then the cycle repeats.

He goes back to class, puts his headphones back on, and turns on night mode. Clears his mind off of you — well, he tries to. He goes back to the places he knows, avoiding you religiously until he can't say no anymore.

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AHHH IM SO EXCITED ‼️ october rlly is the best month 🤭

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31 days of smut let’s get it °:. *₊ ° . ☆.

please read the warnings for each chapter!!

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☆ day 1 ~ taehyung: breeding kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, breeding kink, baby talk

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☆ day 2 ~ : jimin: pet play

tags/ warnings: pwp, pet play, ass play, fingering of both holes, butt plugs, mild dumbification

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☆ day 3 ~ jungkook: thigh riding

tags/ warnings: pwp, thigh riding, cumming untouched, implied use of recreational drugs (weed)

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☆ day 4 ~ hoseok: somnophilia

tags/ warnings: pwp, somnophilia, consensual drugging, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex

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☆ day 5 ~ yoongi: praise kink

tags/warnings: pwp, oral (m. receiving), praise kink, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing

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☆ day 6 ~seokjin: corruption kink

☆ day 7 ~ namjoon: double penetration

☆ day 8 ~ jungkook: size kink

☆ day 9 ~ taehyung: watersports

☆ day 10 ~ jimin: cock warming

☆ day 11 ~ hoseok: oral fixation

☆ day 12 ~ yoongi: overstimulation

☆ day 13 ~ seokjin: creampie

☆ day 14 ~ namjoon: face sitting

☆ day 15 ~ jungkook: fingering

☆ day 16 ~ taehyung: spit kink

☆ day 17 ~ jimin: mirror sex

☆ day 18 ~ hoseok: squirting

☆ day 19 ~ yoongi: free use

☆ day 20 ~ seokjin: spanking

☆ day 21 ~ namjoon: voyeurism

☆ day 22 ~ jungkook: exhibitionism

☆ day 23 ~ taehyung: knotted dildo

☆ day 24 ~ jimin: role play

☆ day 25 ~ hoseok: primal play

☆ day 26 ~ yoongi: shibari

☆ day 27 ~ seokjin: vibrator

☆ day 28 ~ namjoon: cum stuffing

☆ day 29 ~ jungkook: pantie kink

☆ day 30 ~ taehyung: belly bulge

☆ day 31 ~ yoongi: mask kink