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Work For It - jjk

"what the hell are you wearing?" | jungkook comes over sooner than you expected and finds you in a compromising position ;)

» genre: smut, maid costume 🕺 fluff, established relationships n they're both simps! streamer au

» word count: 2.7k

Work For It - jjk

i sigh heavily as i tug the tiny skirt down, purposely out of frame although i know my chat can tell i'm back by the way they begin to spam with glee.

i grab my pink cat ear headphones (as previously gifted by my boyfriend, not of my own will, although i find them rather adorable but would never admit it) and place them back on once again before speaking to my stream.

a week ago, gaining 1,000 subs in only seven days seemed an impossible task for a small time overwatch streamer. but what i’d assumed to be an unreachable sub goal had somehow been turned into an internet spectacle, and i had been naive to think men on the internet would not have taken advantage of my stupidity.

or that they wouldn't hold me to it.

“alright no disgusting comments or else horny jail to all of you!”

i sit back down in my chair with cheeks red, hoping my embarrassment wasn't noticeable due to my somewhat dim lighting.

“okay last round in the maid costume, as promised, then i'm done!”

and after the quickest round i've ever played i'm giving the most heartfelt thanks i can to all who supported me and signing off, promising to see them all soon and sending them off by blowing a kiss.

as soon as the streams off and the camera no longer flashes red, i heave back into my seat, completely unaware that that last round was not as fast as i thought it was and i had taken much longer to put on this stupid costume than i had anticipated.

i knew jungkook was coming over by 7, and my stream hardly ever went past 6:30.

but today it had, and i'd never regretted giving him a key to my apartment more than i had when he walked through my bedroom doorway in utter shock.

his naturally adored doe eyes were the widest i’d seen and i was not the only person in the room with a blush.

“w-what-”

“oh. well this is weird.” i spin around in my chair to face him, there's nothing to do about it now, the damage is done. I rest my chin on my hand as i face him in my seat, watching as he looks me up and down in surprise.

"what the hell are you wearing?” he finally lets out, giggling all at the same time as he crosses the room and pulls the extra chair beside me.

“i exceeded my sub goal, and i may have jokingly said if i gained a thousand by friday i would play a round in a maid costume.” i shyly admit, realizing now how stupid this all was and how i was most definitely taken advantage of by the internet.

to my surprise he sighs and chuckles, “jesus for a second i was worried you'd moved on from streaming just gaming.”

i look at him confusedly, “moved on from gaming …?” then the lightbulb goes off to what he was insinuating, “yah jeon jungkook!” he earns himself a slap on the arm and one on his thigh as he shields away from me with a laugh.

“what?! you're hot enough for it and you'd definitely make more money.” i cross my arms under my chest and his eyes don't do much to hide the way he shamelessly stares at the way they sit atop my arms, my cleavage on display from his taller angle.

“my eyes are up here jeon.” i uncross my arms and lift his chin with my fingers. “also, if you're so pro-cam girl then maybe i should.”

“hey now i didn't-”

“you think maybe a cat girl next? i think cosplay would be my thing. could probably make good money playing innocent characters since you tell me it's a part of my charm all the time.” i give him a seductive smile, playing it all to his personal likings.

“you'd be willing to do all that for old creepy men but not for me?” he scoots his seat closer and puts his hands on my knees, a pout resting on his face.

“why give valuable things away for free? this is simple supply and demand jungkook, you of all people ought to understand, it was your suggestion of course.”

he whines and pulls me closer to where our knees are touching, “i never suggested it! i got worried you were doing other things and jumped to conclusions, this is what i get for missing your stream last week.”

i grin and reach a hand out to twist his dark locks in my hand, “since you realize your mistake i won't tease you anymore.”

he lifts his head up and stares at me blankly for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts, and i watch the smirk grow on his face, i already figured this would happen as soon as he caught me. “well, we both know what has to happen now.”

i giggle as he pulls me from my seat and towards my bed, “what makes you so sure I’m gonna let you fuck me with a maid costume on?” he opens his mouth prepared with some witty response i’m sure, but i ask, “also, are you really even into this? I thought we were memeing.”

he grins and shakes his head, “oh i am dead serious about this.”

“so you’re actually into this?”

he stares at me perplexed, “y/n i have never been so serious about anything in my whole life.”

we both chuckle at his response and he leans in to kiss me but i laugh, “i’m sorry, but seriously? a maid costume?”

he leans into me and groans, “baby please stop interrogating me about it.”

i shake my head, “i just don’t understand! you’ve never even mentioned being into costumes and stuff let alone specifically this.”

he sighs against my shoulder, “what do you want me to explain? that seeing my girlfriend in a sexy unrealistic maid costume with her boobs on display and her ass hanging out of the skirt has me hard as a rock in my pants? is that really hard to believe?!”

my laughter fills the room at his confession, “okay okay so it's more of an outfit thing and not really the whole dressing up thing?”

he nods and hums, “well, kind of, we could get more creative.”

i can practically hear the mischief in his voice, “creative, how? i’m not cooking or cleaning for you.”

he takes a step back, arms still wrapped around my waist and examines me, “you can work for me in other ways, as my maid.”

“work for you?” i repeat, a smile forming on my face, how lucky he is that i prefer giving than receiving.

i hum and flip us around and push him onto the bed with a large grin, “is this what you wanted, sir?”

he crawls up on the bed until his back is against my bed frame, eyes blown out and hardly containing his eagerness. only now am i able to notice the tent in his sweats, he really wasn’t joking. “yes, maid, you do know what to do, right?

i nod slowly, crawling onto the bed with him and soaking in the way his eyes follow me with adoration. I sit beside him and place a gentle hand on his jaw, “may i, please?”

i feel his hot breath against my face and he whispers a yes, leaving me to close the gap between our lips. i kiss him delicately, as if i’m hesitant, and he mimics best he can until he becomes greedy. pushing against me, hands roaming my body anywhere he could reach and grab and he begins to lick at my lips until i open my mouth, allowing him in.

i could just kiss him for hours and never be bored, and many days he lets me. but today is his lucky day i suppose, and i’m sure he’d agree.

i move my hand from his hair and trail it down his chest, using my nails to create a chilling feathery sensation on his skin and he grins, pulling me by the bottom of my thighs towards him and positioning me on top of him, oh my favorite.

i smile and pull away, leaving a hand on his shoulder as i look at him, lips glossy from my makeup and i decide then and there i should do that more often because he looks angelic. “for a maid you seem to be spoiling me a bit, don’t you think?”

he just smiles and shrugs, “i treat my workers well.” he kisses me chastly, “and we’ll see if you still think i’m spoiling you after i paint your pretty lips white, hm?”

i fake gasp, “such a dirty mouth.” i rub my nose against his, “it would be my pleasure, though.”

“i bet it will be.” he leans back in more fervently, showing his need by the way he explores my mouth and grips at my ass through my tiny skirt, vocalizing just how much he enjoys it through small moans as he has his way with my body.

i only allow him a few more minutes before breaking the kiss and leaning into him, trailing my lips down his neck and rolling my hips against him. he rolls his head back against the bed frame and cusses, “you’re working so hard, almost like you’re getting paid.”

“almost?” i speak breathlessly into his ear, “guess i’m not working hard enough.”

he watches as i sink down on the bed and tug at his sweats, lifting his hips for me and kicking them off entirely leaving him only in his boxers that never leave much to the imagination. “something more like this, sir?”

he groans out a yes as i palm him, “you’re surely not getting paid to tease me.”

i grin, “just making sure.” he narrows his eyes, unappreciative of my joke and allows me to roll the rest of his clothing down, and resuming exactly where i was before. my hand won’t be enough unless i really plan on working at it but frankly i don’t, so after a few moments of preparation i lean down and place small kisses from his hips, then to his tip and he shutters. i trail my tongue flat against the base of his cock to the tip, swirling my tongue around and repeating the pattern until i feel his hand at the back of my head, wordlessly instructing me to take him all in and i do, looking at him with innocent eyes, knowing he loves it and it's one of my charms.

i work my way lower and lower each time, listening to his moans of approval and the way he grips a little tighter the deeper i take him, and to me it's a reward, knowing he enjoys it so much. “god baby, don’t fucking stop.”

i remove my mouth for a second and grin messily, “yes sir.”

he bites his lips and i don’t allow myself to cherish the way he looks at me, i’m determined to give him exactly what he requested. i take him as far as i comfortably can, and a little more, and stay as long as i can, allowing my throat to close periodically around him and hearing him groan each time. he begins to buck his hips into my face, nearing the end and struggling to maintain his composure.

"fuck, sit up.” he instructs, grabbing his length and rising to his knees in front of me as i sit on my legs, looking up at him. He grins and shakes his head at my eagerness, lending a hand out to my face as his thumb tugs on my bottom lip and i open my mouth. he places the tip of his cock on my tongue, aimed at my mouth as he jerks himself off until he comes in my mouth, some still managing to get on my face.

he relaxes back and stares at me for a moment, “you’re gorgeous.”

i tentatively open my eyes, “glad to know you still think i’m pretty with cum on my face.” he chuckles and i instruct him to open my bedside table that has a face towel tucked into it and cleans his mess off of me, giving me plenty of soft kisses and thank you’s.

“jungkook!” he hums and digs his face in my neck. “how about one more thing, hm?”

he picks his head up, “i’m listening.”

i grin and lean into his ear, “how about my payment, now?”

he takes a deep breath and looks at me, “i will do anything for you.”

i shake my head, “simp.”

he grins and kisses me, “you gave me head in a maid costume, i’d marry you right now if i could.”

i scoff, and push him lightly, letting him fall back against the bed, “shut up!”

he smiles at me as i straddle him again and lean in to kiss him, lips pressing together with much less care than before, and he gets excited quickly, flipping me over before kissing my neck and pulling my tights and underwear down, “never thought i’d say this, but it pains me to take your clothes off.”

i giggle and tug at the bottom of his shirt, “can’t say the same.” he strips his shirt off and tosses it in the same direction of my underwear, his lips resume their exploration of my neck and chest as one of his hands ghost the insides of my thigh, drawing circles on them but never moving closer.

i whine impatiently, grabbing his hand and moving it to cup my heat and he chuckles against my skin, running a finger across my slit teasingly, “so needy and wet.”

i hum, “want you so bad jungkook.”

he groans against my skin, slipping a finger inside of me and gently pumping in and out almost teasingly. i let out small noises of appreciation and he graces me with another finger, “so pretty baby.”

he removes his hand and begins to position himself until i stop him, “what?”

i smile and bat my eyes, “wanna ride you.”

he practically moans at my confession and wastes no time seating himself and helping me get into position, lining his tip with my entrance and slowly sinking myself onto him. i allow myself to get lost in the feeling of him stretching my walls, rubbing against them so deliciously i could ride him all day if only i had the stamina. “fuck i am not going to last long.” he tells me, eyeing my chest in front of him coupled with the way i wrap so tightly around him, and its relieving because after teasing me with his fingers and our earlier adventure i was sure i woudln’t either.

i lift my hips at a speed pattern that has me mewling in his lap, as he helps me out with both hands gripping at my ass, his lips kissing, biting, and sucking at my exposed cleavage and he groans, “so fucking wet baby, fuck please let me.”

he doesn’t need more than my tired nod of approval before flipping me onto my back and moving his hands up to the top of my thighs, underneath my knees as he spreads my legs and repositions himself before thrusting into me hard. both of us worked up and chasing our high and he reaches a hand out to draw circles on my clit and i moan loudly followed by a string of cuss words and his name.

he groans at the way i tighten around his cock and my back arches off the bed at his movements, knowing exactly how to get me to cum around him, “come on baby, you close?” he asks breathlessly.

i nod quickly, “y-yes fuck, so close.” my hands begin to curl into the bedsheets and i feel my high hit me like a brick wall, my vision fades as i cum around him. he cusses and chases his own high, pulling out soon after and finishing on my stomach.

“fuck, that was good.” he says, crashing beside me with one arm underneath his head.

i grin, “always good with you.”

he admires me, “and you called me a simp.”

i smile and roll over into his arms to kiss him, “we’re both simps. now, do you wanna help me shower or not?”

thank u so much for reading n i hope u enjoyed !!! kisses have a beautiful day <3 - ara :)

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the ring - jjk

planning a wedding is every girls dream (especially when the one you're marrying is jeon jungkook...) there are many vital things necessary in a wedding, and the ring is most definitely, one of those.

» genre: fluff, angst, established relationship, fiancés 😚

» word count: 1.3k

the ring - jjk

i sat around the coffee table, another lazy saturday afternoon waiting for jungkook to come back home so i can both bombard him with questions about wedding planning and because i simply miss him.

flipping through catalog after catalog, both in magazines and online to at least grasp onto an idea, but truthfully i’m clueless.

i’m both relieved and ecstatic to hear the door open and close. jungkook peers into the living room, and grins once he sees me, “home, baby!” he sets his bag down and saunters over to me.

i roll around the floor, “welcome back handsome,” i giggle and i watch him circle the coffee table before sitting on the couch, looking over the open magazines. he holds my head between both hands and pecks my head, “how's it going?”

i sigh and lean my head back against his leg, “not great, there's just so much stuff.”

he hums, eyes still scanning over all the wedding stuff littered around the small table but none of it is sinking in for him either, “maybe it's time you give in and just hire a planner.”

i whine and pout, “i know you're right, but i still don't want to.”

he laughs and stares down at me, tilting his head to the side when our eyes meet, “why are you so against it?”

i shrug, not containing the smile that spreads across my face in response to the way he looks at me. “what if i don't like them.”

he only jokingly nods, “ah, that’s okay, not everything can be perfect y/n.”

i sigh, “but it's our wedding! it should be damn close.”

he raises his brows and i lean in further to him, “you only need to love two things in order to have the perfect wedding.”

i look up at him questioningly, “and those two things are?”

he gives me a goofy smile, “me, and the ring.”

i grin and shake my head, leaning up to give him a kiss. “check, and check.”

it's always been a running joke, even before i met jungkook, that whoever i married was going to have to pick an impressive ring.

and that made perfect sense, seeing as i run my own successful, jewelry brand and i happen to be a ring fanatic.

i even offered to just make and design one for myself, but he always laughed it off (i was not joking, but i suppose i should thank him for not adding that to my workload).

he pulls me up onto his lap and his hands ghost from my shoulders down to my fingertips, all while pulling me closer until he pulls back a bit. i watch him in confusion as he raises my left hand, staring at it oddly, it’s not there.

i immediately look at jungkook, who looks perplexed, his lips turn into a slight pout, “where's your ring?”

i pause, my mind blank and fumbling, “i-i probably left it in the bedroom. i don’t wanna lose it yanno?”

he drops my hand and chuckles, ruffling my hair as he speaks, “if you don’t wanna lose it then keep it on, silly.” he kisses my forehead before getting up and walking into our bedroom.

this gives me time to frantically look around, because i have no idea where it is, if not on my finger.

i search everywhere around the couch and coffee table, under the cushions, under the magazines, in the kitchen beside the sink, the bathroom, everywhere in between, frantically, but to no avail.

i hesitantly walk over to the bedroom, hoping he’s in our bathroom or on the bed on his phone.

jungkook sits at his desk, staring straight at the computer.

“yes!” i quietly cheer, sneaking over to my dresser that holds my jewelry. i dig through the miscellaneous rings and bracelets of all kinds and sizes, but the search for my engagement ring continues to be in vain. i can feel my body start to heat up with nervousness and guilt, i fight back any tears threatening to spill, i can't possibly tell him i’ve lost it.

i walk over into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me as i lean against it and take a few deep breaths before looking around in there too.

i look around the counter, by the sink, by the toilet, even under the sink and in the tub but nothing. it’s nowhere.

i feel the guilt taking over me, absolutely hopeless. i can't think of any other places it could be. i lean against the counter in the bathroom and focus on my breathing and plan what i'm going to do next.

i know i’ll have to go back out there and tell jungkook. but how the hell am i supposed to bring that up?

“hi baby, you know that extremely expensive and thoughtful ring you bought me? you know, the one meant to represent all of your love for me? yeah i lost it.”

i can't even begin to picture how he’d react. mad? sad? either way i’ll feel like shit. it’s all my fault. i lose things all the time i should have never taken it off to begin with!

a few tears fall helplessly and i know my efforts to stop myself from crying would be as futile as continuing to look. i decide not to prolong this anymore, i unlock the bathroom door and walk towards jungkook.

i gently place my hand on his shoulder. he leans back, then pauses his game and takes his headphones off. spinning around in his chair, i can tell he’s already worried.

“my baby,” he coo’s, grabbing my hands and pulling me onto his lap, “what’s wrong? why are you so upset?”

i open my mouth to talk but nothing comes out, adding onto my frustration, i can’t even speak.

i shake my head and bury my head in his neck, hugging him tightly. he squeezes me back, his big hands moving to rub my back, and we stay like that for what feels like a long time.

i feel my heart slow, my breathing becomes more regular, i pull my head away to look him in the eyes, “jungkook-“ i start, and bite my lip, i don’t want to disappoint him, or even worse, hurt him. “i-i, uh, i lost my ring. i c-can’t find it anywhere, i’m so sorry-“ i choke on my words, getting upset again.

he pulls me back into a hug and massages my head this time, whispering little hushes.

i can hear a light chuckle from him, causing me to look at him again, he’s grinning, “w-what’s funny.”

he smiles and gives me a long, sweet, kiss, before pulling away only to say, “look at the desk.”

i open my eyes and glance at his desk, “what is it-“ my mouth drops open, and my eyes double in size. i look back up to him, then smack his shoulder, “you knew it was there!”

“you didn’t?” he laughs,

“n-no, i looked everywhere jungkook! i really thought it was gone-“

“right here the whole time precious.”

i sigh and pout, relaxing back on his lap.

he smiles and wraps his arms lazily around my waist, “were you that worked up over losing it?”

i pin my bottom lip between my teeth before answering, “i didn’t want to disappoint you.” i wrap my hands around his neck, “i didn’t want to upset you.”

his eyes soften and he leans back, grabbing the ring and my hand, sliding it onto my finger with ease. he stares at it for a moment, “when i gave this to you, i made a promise to love all of you. that includes your flaws and mistakes.” his eyes go to mine, “i know your imperfections y/n. and you know mine. i love you for them, not in spite of them. i wouldn't be upset with you, it's a part of you, and i love you.”

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i wrote this so long ago but it's def one of my favorites, just feels so warm n cozy to me. anyway hope u enjoyed as always and wishing you all a very good day! - ara <3

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Unstoppable force (the hopeless romantic in me) vs immovable object (my raging cynicism)

mr. jeon part 3 is making me feel a typa way 🫠

should be done editing and posted tomorrow! on top of that a new jjk oneshot is also done and i am in love with it !!! i may have been quiet the past few days but these works will make the time up 🙏