FADE INTO YOU Jeon Jungkook.

FADE INTO YOU ☕️ jeon jungkook.

pair. barista! jungkook x f. reader | genre. friends with benefits, romance, jealousy, angst | warnings. possessiveness, profanity, pet names, unprotected sex, slight toxic behavior, degradation kink, zenophilia, oral sex, edging, spit kink, exhibitionism, smoking | word count. 4.7k

synopsis. “oh angel, for how fucking adorable you are, you sure don’t use that pretty little brain of yours much,” or jungkook has no limits when it comes to you. you’re his, he’s gonna get it through your head, eventually.

You dared bring another fucking guy in his work place.

Was it deliberate? God knows you love your little fucking mind games, especially if Jungkook’s on the receiving end. Oh, he was beyond furious. He had half a mind o spit in the fuckers coffee and smugly watch as he drinks that shit, completely unaware as he desperately tries to shove his tongue down your throat after that, one date in.

But you’d know. You were always better at reading him, deciphering the different expressions on his face. He ought to bruise your fucking ass for this, spank you till you’re dripping wet for him, and then shove his cock in your mouth, facefuck you until your stupid hole is sore, and your cunt is clenching for no one but him.

What a pathetic loser. What the fuck did you see in this clown?

“Dude, you’re shaking. You okay?” Jimin nudges him with his elbow, raising a questioning eyebrow, black hair falling in his curious eyes.

Jungkook shakes his head, and removes his apron angrily, grabbing his pack of cigarettes and phone with him. He knows he’s being unreasonable; you’re single, and beautiful, God so fucking beautiful it physically hurts him, and he’s just the lucky guy that gets to fuck you whenever you’re up for it, nothing more, nothing less. A supporting character. Fuck, he knows. But his feelings are for him, they’re private, and right now they’re out of fucking control.

The urge to punch your date in the throat is driving him up a wall. He needs to get the fuck away from here—away from you and your innocent, ignorant ways. Deep breaths, deep fucking breaths Jeon, she hasn’t fucked him yet, and don’t you dare picture that, don’t be a fucking dick, walk away, walk away now.

“I’m going on break,” he announces, but he’s already on the other side of the counter, going for the door, hands busy with the lighter you gifted him on his birthday.

You’ve said your hello’s, you exchanged the necessary, polite words you do every time you see each other in public so there’s nothing else to say. He doesn’t look at you as he passes by, can’t bear to. There’s nothing else you could possibly want with him, not unless it’s after hours, behind closed bedroom doors. Or bathroom ones—or rooftops, staircases, couches, balconies, the beach that one time, his car, the steering wheel digging into your lower back, just last week—no.

Not fucking going there.

Sitting on the ledge right outside the shop, he puts the cig in his mouth, bringing that silver lighter close to it, lighting the edge of it. Taking an inhale of the stick between his fingers, he feels the harmful calm it produces overtake him for the first time that day. He needed nicotine like he needed your pussy pressed against his face, especially since you walked in with that lame looking motherfucker after you told him you’d call.

You never did.

Jungkook doesn’t want to be this way; he never used to curse this much, smoke this much, not before he met you. You’ve tested him in every possible way a man can be tested, have haunted his every waking thought, have wrapped him around your pretty fucking finger and are twirling him around in a never ending, whiplash inducing dance out of which there’s no escape. He’d do anything for you, be anything for you, god he already has, but you couldn’t care less. There was no love in you for him—not the kind he has for you.

Trust him, he wishes he could cut all ties with you, forget you. Stop loving you so goddamn much. But there’s no button for that, no way he can get out of his own body, discard his heart.

Goddamn him, his fucking dick is hard just with the proximity of you. Knowing you were near, having smelled your perfume earlier, the sweetness of your scent mixed with vanilla and something floral, something he’s only smelled on you, and that cursed mini skirt, fuck him, with those legs of yours… legs he’s had wrapped around his torso, over his shoulders, legs he’s kissed a thousand times over, has run his hands over, has worshipped.

No, you couldn’t do this to him. This is the last time you fuck him over, the last time he lets you—he’s going to put you in your fucking place, he decides. He’s going to have to show you who’s been there for you, who fucks you dumb, senseless—who’s cock you’ve been screaming for over and over again, who’s cum you’re craving down your throat almost every night.

Who you belong to. Because fuck anyone that dares so much as think they can have you. You’re his. He just has to get it through that thick head of yours, once and for all. Before he goes fucking insane.

Finishing his smoke, he ties his hair back and away from his face, getting off your Instagram page at once. Look at him, obsessing over your whereabouts, the tags on your pictures, who you’re with when he’s not with you. In you. Fucking ridiculous.

He goes to your last text conversation, a curt message from you two days ago at three in the morning. His eyes skim over it, reading it in your drunk voice, that delicious slur of your tongue, the way you must’ve slowly blinked at his texting you so late in the night. He wants you to think of him always, all goddamn day. As much as he does.

He wants you as obsessed as him.

[03:21am] just came home.

[03:22am] it’s late (y/n). go to sleep.

He decides to text you, then. Make sure you know he’s not going to let this go, that you’re taking it too far coming there, dressed like that, and with another man when his seed is still inside of you.

[19:07pm] is this my replacement? disappointed in you sweetheart.

If Jungkook’s good at anything—he knows how to get a good rise out of you. All that’s left is to sit patiently and wait. You’ll come to him, eventually. You always do.

A half an hour later, you’re standing in front of him, manicured nails digging into your crossed arms in barely contained anger.

He wipes his hands with a rug, giving Jimin the drinks he’d just made, completely ignoring your thunderous glaring. He feels those eyes pierce through his soul, though. How can he not—he’s never been very good at pretending, and God knows you demand all of his attention.

“Replacement? Really, Jungkook?”

Jimin looks between the two of you, sensing the tension. He’s always suspected there’s something going on, but that just confirmed it. Failing to hide his smirk, he balances the tray in one palm and fucks off to the last remaining table for the day.

“Am I wrong?” Jungkook stares at your mouth, the dark stain of your lips, the curve of your jaw, those ample cheeks of yours—you’ve such a cute fuckable face, it’s one of his worst weaknesses.

He can never stay mad at you for long.

“You are.”

“My apologies, angel.”

The sarcasm doesn’t escape you.

You sigh, leaning against the counter, extending both hands towards him. He blinks at them, his own morphing into fists at his sides. He wouldn’t cave in, not this time. You needed to be taught a lesson. You needed to stop refusing him, treating him like second choice.

“Can we talk about this later?” You say in that velvet voice of yours, the one that never fails to hypnotize him into submission. “He’s waiting for me outside.”

Jungkook let’s out a dry laugh, nodding his head bitterly at your words. There’s no magic behind them today, no spell. “We wouldn’t want him to wait,” he deadpans.

“Jungkook.”

“(Y/N).”

You huff, and remove yourself from the bar completely. His body instinctively moves closer, but his mind is set. A terrible fucking jealousy is eating him alive, setting him aflame.

“You’re acting childish.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not the one two-timing people,” he retorts as calmly as possible, wanting to hurt you a little. Nothing like how you’ve hurt him. “Does he know how filthy you like getting fucked? How there’s another man that knows his way around your body like the palm of his fucking hand?”

You step back, face betraying guilt. “Stop it.”

He shrugs, and winks at you, proud of himself. “It’s the truth, angel. Don’t bring him into this if you don’t want him getting hurt.”

“You’re such an asshole, Jeon Jungkook,” you snapped, eyes glittering with tears. Jungkook looked away at once, his jaw clenching in annoyance.

Are you really taking that fuckers side? How long have you known him? Maybe a fucking week, if he had to guess. Jungkook has had you for years.

“Don’t ruin this for me,” you demanded, stomping your foot like a little kid.

Jimin had returned to his post next to his friend, and was witnessing your amusing temper tantrum. He also noticed the younger man’s struggle, the effort it took to stay put in that place of his.

“Ruin?” He mused over the word out loud, then laughed wholeheartedly, with his entire chest. It was an empty sound, a patronizing thing. “If you want to go with him, be my fucking guest baby girl. But if you do,” he warns, forearm resting on the wood in front of him. “you better forget about me. I’m not fucking sharing you.”

You stood hurt, a sour expression curving those perfect lips downwards, weighing your options. This was the moment Jungkook would finally see if you truly thought anything of him, if he mattered enough for you. Or at least if he was more important than a random guy you picked off a club. And God he hoped, for your sake, you picked him. Otherwise he would not be responsible for the Hell he’d give you afterwards.

Who he’d become if you dropped him. He’s scared of himself.

“What’s it going to be?” He presses, pinning you in place with those dark orbs. “Don’t make me become someone I don’t want to be, honey. You and I both know you’ll regret it.”

“Fuck you.”

Jungkook smiles at you, all charm and danger. “It’d be my pleasure.”

When you sulkily sit on the bar stool, and start typing on your phone, your decision sets in him. You chose him. His chest swells, his cock straining against his pants. He’d take you right then and there if he could; lift you on top of the counter, and fuck into you until all you know is his name, until all other men pale in comparison to him. What he does instead—he pulls your face in for a bruising kiss, his big hand cupping your jaw tightly, his tongue forcing your lips open.

“Get a room, Jesus,” he hears Jimin mutter, but he could give less of a fuck. He’s waited way too long for this. Let them watch, I know how to put on a fucking show.

You melt under his touch, letting him consume you. He growls low, and bites down on your bottom lip. You moan, and everything blurs—you’re alone. He craves nothing but you, needs to have you before insanity renders him incapable of fucking you properly.

“I’m getting off early,” he hesitantly pulls back and slaps Jimin’s chest, apron coming off in a blink of an eye.

“Sure, yeah, cause you can do that,” his friend sarcastically replies, but lets him go anyway.

“Don’t be too mad at him,” you add, smiling sweetly. Jimin smiles back, can’t help it. Jungkook glares, messenger bag over his shoulder, and jumps over the wooden top in one swift move.

“Stop fucking staring, Park,” he wraps an arm around your waist protectively, and takes you away. “I’m off!”

You barely made it to the car, before Jungkook turned you around, locking you between the passenger door and his muscled chest. His knee pushed between your legs, your hands on his sides squeezing the skin there. His head dipped to your ear, voice soothing you open, receptive. When his fingers disappeared beneath your skirt, a gasp tore through your throat, goosebumps rising on your skin.

You wanted him too, your pussy told him so. Your panties were all creamed up, thighs begging to be rubbed together to provide any sort of friction. He gave it to you, the pad of his thumb rubbing over your clit. You were throbbing—fuck how much he loved this.

“Tell me baby girl, were you going to keep him around for me to watch while you get fucked? You know you only have to ask,” he whispered, teasing you with those long fucking fingers of his.

In plain sight, for everyone to see. Christ.

“Like Hell you would,” you retort, breathless. “You’re a selfish man, Jungkook.”

He smirks at that, clicks his tongue against his teeth, and chuckles darkly. “You’re right on that,” he pulls you on him and rubs his erection against your clothed cunt. “Can’t let no one touch what is mine.”

“I’m not yours.” A weak remark, as your hips moved with his. He ignored it entirely.

He saw your naked neck, the way you swallowed, and attacked the sensitive skin there, grazing it with his teeth, sucking harshly on it. You hissed at the sensation, yet wanted more. What a contradiction of a woman, Jungkook thought, pulling me in but pushing me away. Unfortunately, for what he was planning on doing to you, he couldn’t be seen.

“Oh, but you are,” he whispers against your cheek, cuffing both of your wrists in one hand behind your back, slowly opening the car door for you to get in. “Oh angel, for how fucking adorable you are, you sure don’t use that pretty little brain of yours much.”

He lowered his head to be on eye level with you. He couldn’t possibly make it any clearer, not unless he bought a ring and put some babies in you.

“I own you.”

Your eyes told him so. The musk on his fingers guaranteed it. He smacked the door shut, licking your juices clean off. You tasted like fucking paradise.

He’d fucking destroy you.

Jungkook loved your neck, how easily it could turn purple, how perfect his hand fit around it, almost like it was made for him. He wouldn’t doubt it for a fucking second—the rest of you molded all over him, every nook and cranny.

Lifting you up the kitchen table, he felt like taking you raw, just like that; pushing your skirt up and burying himself in your folds. His thumb hooked between your lips, pressed down to open your mouth, your gaze following his movements closely. Pudding in his hands, to do whatever he pleased. Every time.

“Look at my little slut,” he admired, pushing his thumb in his second favorite hole of yours. “Suck, baby, show me what that mouth does best.” You did, your tongue swiping all around, over and under, wetting and sucking dry, repeating again and again, until Jungkook was satisfied.

He never was. If he could, he’d fucking snort you up, have you run through his bloodstream for the rest of time. His perfect fucking girl, the one that refuses to give into him, the one that drives him mad.

“Are you thinking about him?” He asks you, the same jealousy nibbling at him. It never left—it never leaves. “How his fingers taste, how they’d curl inside that cunt of yours? It’s fucking morphine, did you know, sweetheart? Why do you think you got me on my knees for you?”

He removes his digit, and decides playtime is over. He’s been lenient enough. You notice exactly when the change takes place, when his eyes darken, and your breathing quickens, fear replacing exhilaration. This was the cruel man that could make you come just with his filthy words. As much as you fucking loved it, he was ruthless—absolutely brutal.

“No,” you mumble, shaking your head. “No, Kook, no, I never—”

Not your coffee boy, but the one that uses a belt to teach you lessons. The one that always knows just how far you’re willing to go.

“Shut the fuck up. You knew what you were doing.”

Jungkook spits in your open mouth, squeezing your throat submissive. You struggle to breathe, but you take it, tightening your thighs around his hips in shameful arousal. He watches you swallow, tongue coming out to show him, just as he likes. He rewards you with a suffocating kiss, before he does it again.

“I bet you wondered how his dick would feel against those velvet fucking walls of yours,” he continued his verbal torture, his other hand pushing your panties to the side, feeling your slick, lapping it with his index, before shoving three fingers inside you at once. You hissed, nails digging holes on his shoulders.

“Yeah?” He fucks you with his entire hand, palm rubbing against your clit. You can’t think of nothing else but getting filled to the brim. “Your mouth works doesn’t it, honey?”

“No one’s fucked me but you in two years,” you confess in a haze, looking at him through your eyelids. Silver shone on his lip and eyebrow under the hidden lighting of his apartment. A shadow draped in gold.

You saw the movement of his jaw, the way his mouth became a thin line. He obviously enjoyed hearing that. But was it enough? Fuck no.

“But they’ve touched you,” he bitterly concludes. “They’ve tasted my pussy, my lips… haven’t they?” He sounded so miserable, so resentful. Your heart ached for him.

You loved this man, but he would never believe you, and you can’t blame him. You loved him in a different way, the only way you knew how. And he did the same. You met and crashed like waves. Your silence was answer enough.

The next moment struck like lightning. All you felt was pain, as he pushed you down on your elbows and ripped your panties off you in one movement. You weren’t even able to scream, the action barely registering in your brain.

“Unbutton my shirt,” he instructed you, no part of him touching you whatsoever. A shudder rippled through you, and down to your unclothed pussy. You scrambled to do as told, afraid of the consequences, hands shaking.

Jungkook groaned impatiently. “Stupid fucking whore, can’t even do something as simple as this,” he snarled at your face, every ounce of affection gone. “D’you need help, sweetheart? Perhaps a manual? None of this is helping your case, you know.”

“I’m—I’m sorry, please,” you whimper, hurrying to undo the stubborn buttons.

He cocked an eyebrow, gaze vicious. Hateful. Something kicked inside of you, a horrifying feeling—you were losing him. He was going to leave you after this. All he’s ever wanted, all you very much were aware of that he craved most—to have you all to himself, to call you his. You never gave it to him, always held back, and for what you’ve no idea. But this, having your body, pleasuring the both of you, it was the one thing if not the only part he had, the one thing he could do, he was allowed.

“Please,” he repeated, the word seemingly unfamiliar to him. “Please, what? Are you sorry at all, baby girl? Do you want me to go easy on you?”

You shake your head again, pushing the shirt off him, bulky muscle now exposed, the chiseled chest you so loved running your tongue over, and the V disappearing beneath his boxers, inviting, nearly a threat.

“Fuck me,” you pleaded, reaching a hand out to touch him, his most private part. “Please. I know I’ve hurt you, I’m sorry, please set me straight, fuck it out of me, I want only you, I promise, only you.”

“Lies,” he shouts, and lunges at you, pinning you down by your waist, skirt pulled roughly from your body. You’re met with the ceiling, but won’t dare move, won’t make a sound unless he tells you to. It’s a thin fucking line you’re walking on, one you haven’t experienced a whole lot.

You hear a shuffling of sorts, before a thud and then you feel it—his hot breath on your cold folds. Those veiny hands on your hips again, before he devours you. The vibration of his growling sends you into a frenzy, and you clench around nothing. Your clit between his sinful lips he sucks painfully at first, wanting to hurt you, but gently afterwards, after your cries settle and you’ve accepted your fate.

You’re at his mercy, and you better behave.

“Used fucking pussy,” he spits on it, fingers working together with his mouth to get you ready for his bulging cock. “What am I supposed to do with a second hand slut like you, huh? Begging to be filled with dick, dripping over my kitchen table…” he tsk’s, tongue flat against your wetness. “You don’t fucking need me, right, I’m just another naive guy wrapped around your goddamn finger, you could have me replaced at any time.”

“That’s not true!” you cry out immediately, hand getting lost in his thick brown locks. “Fuck!” A slap cuts the air—on your pussy. And he does it again, smacks the sensitive area until it’s red and throbbing and licking all over his chin.

“Quiet,” he snaps. “I can make it hurt like never before, honey, don’t fucking test me.”

You’re certain you’re losing your mind by that point, the ache between your legs overwhelming everything else, the thought of needing his cock like you need oxygen the only reasonable solution to making the pain go away. You’re coming before you know it, and Jungkook is a starving man, he licks it all up, licks you dry, marveling at the way your body responds to him, always has.

If only your heart would do the same. If only there was something he could do to make it beat only for him, as his does for you.

“No one will make you come like I do, sweetheart, God my fucking witness. No one knows their way around this pussy like I do, no one will fucking take the time.”

You go to sit up, pull him into you, needing comfort, needing your friend back, the one that made you feel good because you asked, not the half mad one, the obsession, the misshapen thing—for once you need his warm love, the one he’s been talking about, the one hiding behind the heartbreak. You don’t care how awful that is, how selfish you sound.

His palm presses down on your stomach as he towers over you, taking all light with him, flushed cock standing proudly between you, inches away from where you need it most. If he would just move closer, if perhaps you could wiggle further down the table…

“Do not fucking move, angel,” he warns, kissing your sobs silent. With a flick of his wrist, your breasts are in full view, his fingers pinching the erect nipples, calloused palms slapping the plump skin, abusing it.

Every touch vibrates directly in your cunt. You’ve become a blubbering mess, needing nothing but that long stick between his legs. A whore, as he said, a whore with no other purpose than taking dick, his dick, only his, because he’s the only one you want, the only one you need, the only one touching you like this, pushing your limits, driving you over the edge—

“Look at you, my beautiful mess,” he kisses your lips again and again, yet refuses to touch your core. Endless torture, when will it end, when will it end! “Do you understand now? This is what it feels having you under me every night, yet not having you at all,” he shushes your gut wrenching cries, removes your hands from your face, forces you to look at him. “My baby, my love…” he coo’s tenderly, caressing all the way down your body, before his arms hook under your thighs.

He positions you just at the edge of the round table, and quickly leans to lap at your cunt one last time. Christ, fucking Heaven in a woman; it’s alright sweetheart, it’s over, shhh, no more crying, I got you where I want you, I’ll take care of you now, no more crying, fuck if you could see yourself right now, so goddamn hot, a fucking vision just for me, just for your man, you perfect angel, you perfect fucking thing, all for me, all this for me—

You couldn’t describe the tidal wave of relief that washed over you as soon as he buried himself inside you. Both hands on your waist, he slammed you down onto his rock hard cock, his pace fast, relentless, absolutely everything you could’ve ever asked for.

“Harder, fuck, fucking kill me! Don’t stop, please, please, please, please…” incoherent thoughts jumbled together in a string of words, yet Jungkook understood perfectly.

Of course he did.

“Fucking slut…only way you deserve to be fucked…I’m gonna flip this cunt inside out, sweetheart, so no one will be able to screw you. You’re taking my cock so well, baby girl, fuck I want to tear you apart, I want to write my name in this pussy, mark it,” he growled in your ear, manhandling you like a goddamn lifeless doll, pistoling into you with incredible force, so much so you’d think he’d bruise you from the inside, but you couldn’t stop begging him to do so, all of it feeling oh so fucking good.

You want me to mark you, don’t you, you want me drilling into you all fucking day, I know you do, you insatiable goddamn pain in the ass, let me hear you, scream for me, baby, let me know who’s fucking you—say my name, he tightens his grip on your throat, his eyes insane with lust.

“Say my fucking name.”

“Jungkook,” you moan into his hair, nails scratching down his back.

“That’s right, baby. Again.”

“Jungkook!”

I fucking love you, sweetheart, I don’t give a fuck if you never love me back, just give me this pussy, let me drown in it, let me get lost and hide forever in your folds, yeah baby? Come for me now, cream on my dick sweet thing, c’mon, one two three—you scream at the top of your lungs, holding onto him for fear life as your body convulses violently, his own release spurting in thick white strips on your stomach as he barely manages to pull out, and everything goes black. He keeps you on him until you calm down, his pace slow and steady, fucking you both back down to reality.

Your breathing is incredibly labored, hair sticking on your forehead. You look so fucking beautiful to him, the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. His pretty girl. He kisses your forehead overtaken by the strange feeling in his chest.

“God—I love you, you know?” You mumble against his chin, suddenly very shy.

Jungkook stills, his entire world pausing its spinning. “What did you just say?”

You try to cover your face, but to no avail. He’s much stronger than you, much more determined to look into those eyes that could never lie to him. You could make him the happiest man on earth or send him down to the darkest pits of Hell with just three words.

“I love you,” you repeat hesitantly, looking up at him. His expression crumbles. “I know it doesn’t mean anything, that I’m late and you probably want nothing more to do with me after this, but—”

His palm slams your mouth shut. Your eyes widen in surprise.

Jungkook then, still inside you, looks at you with the fondest look on his face, his body weight pressing down on you in the most delicious way.

“You’ve no idea what the fuck you’re saying right now, sweetheart, so I’ll forgive you,” he blinks, bewildered, in disbelief. “I never said I’m leaving you. It’s never crossed my mind.”

You furrow your eyebrows, but your words are muffled. He seems to comprehend perfectly well, anyway.

“You could kill me if you wanted, and I’d willingly die by your hand, (Y/N). Have you any idea what it means to love you?”

When he kisses you again, you think you can begin to understand.

Poisoned Chalice (1)

❛ ━━ logline. when you received an invitation to meet with the renowned and famous filmmaker, jeon jungkook, you were more than ecstatic as he was your favorite director. however, you soon realized why people say never meet your heroes. 

❛ ━━ pairing. filmmaker!jungkook x filmmaker!fem!reader

❛ ━━ genre/au. yandere, age gap (5 years) au, film industry au 

❛ ━━ warnings. this is a fictional story. any resemblance to a person, name, events, locations, and the likes are either purely coincidental or used in a fictitious manner. the actions, motivations, and intentions of jungkook and the rest of the idols featured in this story do not represent and depict who they are in real life. the author does not condone any of the yandere actions, motivations, and intentions in this story. this story contains mature themes not suitable for anyone below the age of 18.

mature themes ahead: yandere, manipulation, corruption and misogyny in the film industry, power imbalance, graphic depiction of violence, coercion, dubcon, stalking, and objectification of women. read at your own risk.

You nearly leapt out of your seat when you saw the new email notification pop on your phone screen while you were mindlessly scrolling on your Tumblr feed. 

“Fucking hell, Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack,” your best friend, Sim Jaeyun, groaned across from you, grabbing the napkins on the table to wipe away the water that spilled on his hoodie courtesy of your previous action. 

“Fuck, this has to be a joke, right? Maybe some senior sent it and thought it’d be funny to prank a junior,” you said, feeling your heartbeat racing. 

“What is it?” Jaeyun asked, eyebrows furrowed as he rose from his seat and walked over behind you to catch a glimpse of what made you so surprised. “Woah, you got an email from Golden Closet Films? The Golden Closet Films?” 

Hearing it from your best friend’s lips didn’t help with your racing heartbeat. In fact, you just grew more excited and anxious. “What did it say? I don’t know if I can read it, Jaeyun.” 

“Okay, okay, relax, let me read it,” your best friend calmly said, sitting beside you. “Good day, Miss Y/L/N. We are pleased to inform you that you have been invited by our company’s CEO, Director Jeon Jungkook, to discuss a business proposal with you. Director Jeon has been quietly watching your works over the years and is impressed with how well you’ve progressed as a young filmmaker. He believes that it is time for you to put your films in a bigger audience and will like to help you in that regard. Should you accept this invitation, please send us a reply, and we will send another email containing the details of the meeting place and time. Thank you and we are looking forward to hearing a positive response from you. Regards, Kang Seulgi, Head of Public Relations.” 

You couldn’t believe anything that your best friend just read. Jeon Jungkook was impressed by you? He wanted to discuss a business proposal with you? He wanted to help you? As a film student and a lover of films, in general, Director Jeon Jungkook was a highly respected and highly sought-after filmmaker internationally and locally. He was one of the first Asian and youngest filmmakers to win Best Director at the prestigious Cannes Film Festival and Academy Awards, winning only at the age of 21. He was regarded as one of the best filmmakers of all time and all his films were always critically and commercially acclaimed. 

He was your favorite filmmaker because he showed you that even someone as young as he was, your dream of becoming a filmmaker was possible. You admired all of his works, rewatched it a bunch of times, and created several video essays about it on your YouTube channel. You were a fan, simply put, and you never ever imagined that you would get a chance to meet him let alone talk about a business proposal with him. It was too good to be true—a statement your best friend shared after reading the email. 

“It’s kind of suspicious, Y/N. How did they even get your email in the first place? And it’s too vague. What business proposal? Why didn’t they include the time and place of the meeting in the first email?” Jaeyun listed, handing your phone back to you. “But, I do think it’s legit. I just think it’s suspicious.” 

He had a point, you supposed. But when will you ever have a chance at something like this again? It was very rare for opportunities themselves to come knocking at your door, especially for someone like you—a young upcoming filmmaker. 

“I think I’m gonna go,” you announced, nodding your head as you clicked the reply button. 

“Are you sure?” Your best friend asked, warily. 

“Yeah. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity, Jaeyun. I can’t let it pass me,” you replied, composing your reply. 

“Okay. You have a point but again, their email is too vague and why did the Head of Public Relations herself emailed you? Why not someone from the HR Department or even the Head of Communications?” He pointed out. “Just step back for a while, Y/N, and think about this carefully. I know he’s your favorite director which is why you need to be more thorough. There’s already an inherent bias in your head.” 

“Look, they probably got my email on my Linkedin profile. As for the vagueness of the email and why the head of the PR department sent it, it’s probably because the details are too confidential to send in an email. And you’re right—he’s my favorite director which is why I can’t not risk meeting with him. When do we ever get the chance to learn from the reason why we pursued film in the first place?” 

You patted Jaeyun’s shoulder in reassurance. “You’ve always let your worries and negative thoughts come before anything else, Jaeyun. Sometimes, you have to take the risk or you’ll never get a chance in life.” 

Saturday came by quickly and you did not complain one bit. After your morning class, you freshened up a bit by reapplying your makeup and fixing your hair before hopping into Jaeyun’s 2018 black Toyota Camry, originally the family car which he inherited when the both of you began to attend college. He wanted you to be safe so he lent you it for the day. Throughout the ride, you were a mixture of nervousness and excitement. You didn’t know what to expect but you hoped that everything would be okay. 

Your meeting place was the headquarters of Golden Closet Films in Yongsan-gu. It was only a thirty-minute drive from your university and fortunately, the flow of traffic was not as bad as you imagined. You arrived at the building five minutes earlier than the estimated time and thirty minutes earlier than your scheduled appointment. 

“Hi, I have a meeting with Director Jeon Jungkook at his office. My name is Y/L/N Y/N,” you told the parking attendant with a polite smile. 

He checked to confirm your appointment and once he did, he opened the barrier and you easily found a spot to park at. Then, you stepped out of Jaeyun’s car and made your way to the elevator and pressed the floor where the director’s office was—thirteenth. Once you arrived, you were greeted by the sight of a lovely, raven-haired woman behind the reception desk. When she saw you, an automatic smile appeared on her lips. 

“You must be Ms. Y/L/N Y/N, Mr. Jeon is expecting you,” she said, rising to greet you with a respectful bow. 

You returned it, folding your hands over your stomach. “Hello. Our meeting’s not for another half hour. I got here early.” 

“That’s alright. Mr. Jeon instructed me to show you to his office the moment you arrive,” she replied. “Please, follow me, Ms. Y/L/N.” 

The entire floor must be dedicated to his office alone, you guessed. It was quiet, neat, and very minimalistic. The walls were white and on the other side were the huge windows overlooking the entire city. You had always been quite afraid of heights so you didn’t dare glance at it otherwise you’d feel nauseous. When you arrived at the end of the hall, the receptionist knocked on the door and you heard a faint, “Come in,” on the other side. 

“I will leave you to it, Ms. Y/L/N. Good luck,” she bowed at you once more before taking her leave. 

With a deep breath, you opened the door and instantly, you were greeted by the chilly air conditioned air. In contrast to the white walls outside, his office’s were dark red—like blood’s. The floors were wooden and the entire room was vast. On your left, you saw a mini-living room set, a flat screen television hanging on the wall and a long rack stacked with various DVDs. To your right, you saw a door which you assumed was the bathroom, a large mirror beside it, bookshelves with dozens of books stacked and a shelf of the various awards the director accumulated over the years. 

In the middle of the office was the large mahogany desk behind the floor-to-ceiling window also overlooking the entire city below and sitting on the large, velvet leather chair behind it was none other than the famed director himself, Jeon Jungkook. 

To say that you were starstruck would be an understatement. You realized at that moment how his photos online did not give justice to his features. He was handsome in the photos, yes, but he was aphrodisiac in person. His features were sharp but also soft, his hair was long and wavy. He wore a simple white Calvin Klein shirt, showcasing his protruding chest and tattooed arm. Various piercings decorated his ears, while a lone piercing was seen on his eyebrow and lower lip. 

Even just sitting, Jeon Jungkook exuded a powerful and charismatic aura. It was no wonder that he garnered so much acclaim and fame at such a young age as a filmmaker—he didn’t look like a pushover. He commanded everything in sight and right now, he commanded you. 

“Don’t be shy, Ms. Y/L/N, come towards me and take a seat. We have some things to talk about.” 

You suddenly felt so small under his sharp gaze. The chilly air conditioned air didn’t help in making you feel at ease either but good thing you had Jaeyun’s coat on. It was a bit oversized but you supposed it went well with the smart casual attire you were going for. 

When you were finally in front of him, you gave him a respectful bow. “Hi, Director Jeon.” 

“Have a seat, Y/N,” the director told you, leaning his back against his cushioned chair. “Do you want anything to drink? Just say so and I’ll have it delivered.” 

“I’m okay at the moment, but thank you for the offer, Director Jeon,” you replied, placing your sling bag on top of your thighs. 

He nodded then let out a small chuckle. “Relax, Y/N. There’s nothing to be tense about. We’re just here to talk and get to know each other better as filmmakers.” 

You nodded, however, a nervous smile still played across your lips. “Yes, I’ll try to relax, Director Jeon.” 

“Just call me Jungkook and let’s drop the formalities and talk casually. We are colleagues, after all.” 

Your eyes nearly jumped out of your sockets at what he just said. Drop formalities and talk casually? Call him by his name instead? Even just the thought made you uncomfortable. At a young age, it had always been ingrained to you that you should treat and talk to someone older than you and your senior with formalities and respect. But at the same time, you were also taught to not defy those older than you. 

So, despite the discomfort you were feeling, you nodded.

“Good. So, first, I want to thank you for accepting the invitation. It’s very rare, practically unheard of, that I ask my employees to reach out to a filmmaker for a business proposal because it’s not really my thing, but after I watched your short film, Blood, Sweat and Tears, at the Ateneo Short Film Festival, I asked Seulgi to get into contact with you immediately. I just had to meet you.” 

You felt your cheeks burning at the praise leaving Jeon Jungkook’s lips. You still couldn’t believe you were seeing him in person. This still felt like a dream. 

“Thank you, Direct—Jungkook for enjoying my film. It means a lot to me and I really appreciate it.” 

The corner of his lips tugged into a small smile. “I loved it, Y/N. It was hard to believe that a twenty-year-old managed to make a film like it. How did it ever pass Ateneo’s strict guidelines especially since it revolved around a lesbian character with religious trauma? You hit two of the things that would trigger them as a Catholic institution.” 

“Thank you. We were inspired by you, actually. When you were studying film at Ateneo, your films were also always red tagged by the institution and you always fought for them to be released during festivals. It was all thanks to you that the guidelines aren’t too strict now and we were able to show BST during the festival.” 

“Good to know they’re not too strict these days. Made rule breaking back in the day worth it,” he chuckled, swinging his chair from left to right. “I’ve always wanted to teach someone the things I know about filmmaking the industry itself and I’ve been actively looking for young filmmakers all over the country and even abroad but I never really found them until I saw you, Y/N. You’re exactly the person I was looking for—you got the skills, you got the eye, and you obviously love films. When did you start your video essay account on YouTube?” 

The sudden mention of your channel surprised you. Did he do a deep dive about you before inviting you? At the same time, you felt rather special that among the other filmmakers Jeon Jungkook could choose, he chose you. It made your heart flutter. 

“Oh, um, I think I was seventeen when I started it. It was just a hobby, really. I’ve always loved films and had many thoughts after watching one so I thought why not make video essays? It practiced my editing, too.” 

“I enjoyed hearing your thoughts about my films. I usually don’t pay much attention to reviews but I found yours interesting,” Jungkook said. 

“I am a big admirer of your works, to be honest. You’re the reason why I pursued film in university despite my mother’s opposition. So, really, this meeting—it’s really a huge deal for me. So, thank you for the invite, Jungkook,” you bowed at him again. You were feeling more at ease. 

“Well, I think you can tell your mom something she’ll take pride in—I want you to assist me in directing this new picture I’m working on. You’ll be paid the same amount as any other assistant director in the industry and you’ll get firsthand experience of what it’s really like to work in the industry. You get to meet many renowned producers, writers, cinematographers, editors—everyone. On top of that, you’ll receive a two-film deal under GCF. You’ll become a real filmmaker, Y/N. What do you say?” 

It was so overwhelming. You never expected that this would be the business proposal. You just thought he’d give you an internship at the production company. They said, never meet your heroes, but you were lucky because yours wasn’t anything but a good and generous person. 

So, without second guessing, you told Jungkook, “That sounds great, Jungkook. Thank you for these opportunities.” 

“And you signed the contract right away? Without consulting a lawyer? Are you serious, Y/N?” 

After your meeting with Jungkook, you and Jaeyun went to your favorite chicken restaurant to have dinner and celebrate your new job—only it was one-sided. Jaeyun was not celebrating with you. Rather, he was appalled. 

You put the chicken skin on Jaeyun’s bowl as you disliked it. “I told you—he had the head of his legal team guide me through every stipulation on the contract. I didn’t just sign it blindly like you’re making it out to be.” 

“Still, Y/N, you should have had the contract checked by your own lawyer rather than his. It’s called being safe,” Jaeyun sighed deeply, placing a skinless chicken on your bowl then sprinkling the snow cheese on top of it. 

“There you again—always overthinking. Can’t you just be happy for me and support me, Jaeyun? You’re my best friend. You’re supposed to celebrate my wins with me,” you shook your head, putting your chopsticks down. “Do you know how impossible is it for female directors to penetrate the industry? It’s such a misogynistic industry. Come on, there are only four of us in the batch. The previous batches had less and for the longest time, there were only men. The industry itself hates women, Jaeyun, and yet I was given the opportunity, the platform, to change that—how could I let it pass me?” 

Jaeyun pressed his lips together. Then, he smacked his lips. “Of course, I know all that, Y/N. I just worry because you just met the guy and you’re already so trusting. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” 

“You don’t have to worry about me anymore, Jaeyun. We’re not five anymore. I can handle myself and Jungkook—he’s a nice guy. He’s kind.” 

“The more you need to be cautious.” 

You groaned, throwing your head back. “I will throw this chicken at you, Sim Jaeyun. Drop it. You watch too many thrillers.” 

“Okay. Fine, fine. When do you start again?” he asked. 

“Once winter break starts so that’ll be in two weeks.”  

“Where are you filming?” 

“Seoul, the outskirts. It’s pretty convenient since there will be lodging and all that.” 

“Have you told your mom yet? You’ll be taking a whole semester off for this, Y/N. She has to know,” Jaeyun said. 

“She doesn’t need to know,” you dismissed him.

“Y/N…” 

“Jaeyun, stop. Let’s not talk about this anymore.” 

Needless to say, you and your mother did not have the best relationship. It had always been that way ever since you could remember. She was always so hard on you and you had no idea why. For a while, you did everything to please her—attend ballet classes, singing, piano, guitar, Kumon, everything. But then, you grew tired of it and snapped one day. You didn’t attend any of the classes she enrolled you after school and rebelled against her. 

If it wasn’t for your father, you would’ve run away from home. When he died of a sudden heart attack, your relationship just worsened. You were basically estranged. By the time you were eighteen, you had access to your trust fund left by your father and you used the money to completely remove yourself from your mother’s life. You were going to college anyway. 

Once in a while, you would visit her—usually on your father’s death anniversary—but you barely had any news about her every other time.

When you and Jaeyun finished your dinner, you thanked the husband and wife who owned the restaurant and walked back to where you had parked his car. 

“You want dessert? We can go for bingsu this time,” Jaeyun suggested, sniffing. 

“Your nose is as red as Rudolph’s. Let’s just go back to the dormitories,” you replied with a chuckle, nudging his side. 

“Let’s buy snacks first. I know you’ll get hungry later tonight and I don’t know if I can wake up to your text tonight. I’m pretty exhausted from training,” your best friend said, placing an arm around you. 

You scooted closer to him. “You know, I thought you’d quit football by sophomore year.” 

“Thank you so much for believing in me, Y/N,” he rolled his eyes playfully. 

You laughed. “I’m just saying!” 

Your walk to the convenience store and back to the car was filled with laughter. Only if you had been more observant of your surroundings, you would’ve seen a figure following you ever since you left GCF that afternoon. 

Time moved relatively quickly these days and you found yourself saying goodbye to your friends as winter break officially began and all of them were heading back to their hometown to spend the holidays with their families. You, on the other hand, were heading to the location of your filming with Jungkook and the rest of the GCF team. Because it was in the outskirts, Jaeyun was going to drive you there before he made his way back to your hometown where his family was. 

Once Jaeyun told you everything was packed, you bid your last farewell to everyone and the both of you were on the road. 

“Keep your phone with you at all times, okay? Text or call me immediately if something happens,” Jaeyun reminded you for the nth time. 

“For the love of St. Ignatius de Loyola, will you stop worrying, Sim Jaeyun? It’s not like I can text and call you 24/7—we’ll be busy with filming. And Jungkook has a strict no phone policy on set because it distracts everyone from their work,” you said, rummaging through your makeup kit to find your lip balm. 

“You know, that only makes him seem like a control freak,” your best friend pointed out. “God, I don’t know why you like him and his films. He’s overrated.” 

“Aha, and the truth finally comes out!” you exclaimed, pulling the shade down to look at your reflection in the mirror. 

“What?” 

“You hate Jeon Jungkook. That’s why you’re so negative about me working with him,” Jaeyun scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Well, too bad, you’re my best friend, Sim, but I really couldn’t care less about your opinion with regards to films.” 

The rest of the ride was spent with you bickering with each other more and singing along to your road trip playlist. By the time you arrived at the filming site—a modern-looking mansion surrounded by big trees, completely secluded from the bustling city. 

“This doesn’t seem creepy at all,” your best friend commented as he parked. 

“We are making a psychological thriller after all,” you replied. “I wonder if everyone’s inside? It seems like it, right?” 

“Yeah but I’m not going to let you go in there alone. Come on, let’s check it out first before we unload your things.” 

You didn’t protest because you were also creeped out by the surroundings. You and Jaeyun made your way to the front door and rang the doorbell. The sound seemed to echo throughout the area, adding to the creepy vibes it already had. Then, you heard a voice through the intercom. 

“Hello? Who is it?” It was a woman’s voice. 

“Um, hi. It’s Y/N. Y/L/N Y/N.” 

“Ah! Y/N, come on in. We’re just having a meeting upstairs. Make yourself at home when you enter.” 

You heard a clicking sound and Jaeyun opened the door. “I’ll grab your things. Don’t go in yet. Let’s go together.” 

“Jae, she literally said they were upstairs having a meeting.” 

“Just. Shh. Let’s go together.” With a sigh, you waited for him in the doorway. 

Then, you heard the familiar voice of Jeon Jungkook. He was wearing an oversized black shirt, a pair of gym shorts, and flip flops yet he still looked good and exuded so much charisma like he did back in his office. 

“What are you doing there? Come inside. It’s cold,” he said, walking towards you. 

“I’m just waiting for my—,” 

“Shit, Y/N, do you plan on getting back? Why does it seem like you packed everything you owned in here?” Jaeyun grunted as he placed your luggage on the ground. 

You watched as Jungkook’s gaze switched to Jaeyun. Your best friend looked surprised when he saw the famous director standing before him. 

“Um, Jungkook, this is my best friend, Sim Jaeyun. He’s also a filmmaker like us but he focuses on cinematography and original scores. Jaeyun, you know Director Jeon,” you introduced the two men. 

Jaeyun bowed at him out of respect. He may not like the guy as a director—he was still older and their senior. “Hi, Director Jeon. It’s nice to meet you.” 

“You too, Jaeyun.” 

You couldn’t help but notice Jungkook’s clipped tone—or were you just imagining it? 

“Well, thanks for the ride, Jaeyun. I’ll see you when I get back, ‘kay? Drive safely,” you gave your best friend a tight embrace, inhaling deeply. You would miss him a lot especially since this was going to be the first Christmas, in a long time, that you’d be spending away from him and his family. 

“Call me, okay? I’ll come right away, Y/N,” he whispered to you, embracing you tighter. “Be safe.” 

You watched as Jaeyun pulled out of the driveway and disappeared into the night. When you entered the mansion with your luggage, you found Jungkook still standing by the foyer with his hands deep into his pockets. 

“I’ll help you with that and show you your room,” Jungkook offered and you were about to protest when he swiftly grabbed your luggage from your hand and carried it at ease upstairs. 

You had no choice but to follow him. As expected, the interior of the place was astounding. Everything was modern from the lights to the appliances and locks on the doors. It could only be opened by a card. 

Jungkook unlocked yours with your key card and you marveled at the sight of your room. It was big, probably twice as big as your dormitory, and everything was in tip top shape. 

“Here you go,” Jungkook announced as he rolled your luggage inside. “There’s a bathroom there, a closet, and the remote’s for the curtains and when you want more heat. The WiFi password is on the desk. And here,” he handed you the key card. “Better not lose it, Y/N.” 

“Thank you. This is really too much. I wasn’t expecting this at all,” you told him. 

“We can only do our work if we get a good rest. So, sleep well tonight. Tomorrow, the work begins.” 

author’s note: this is like my 8475845th comeback lmao idk i know i wanted to write but i guess ill always fall back to my first love—yandere ksks this wont go over 10 chapters for sure cos im still trying to get back on my feet writing yandere content. anyway, lmk what you think by commenting down below and/or sending me an ask :)) i would really appreciate that

just friends || pt. 3 (M)

The transition from best friends to best friends with benefits is never easy, especially when there’s a daddy kink involved.

Or, “You love to run your mouth, don’t you, baby girl?”

pairing: best friend!jungkook x reader

genre: uh best friend AU but really just an excuse for angsty smut

word count: 10k

warnings: smut, dirty talk, spanking, daddy kink sORRY, dom!jungkook, jungkook just being a little shit basically

A/N: this is based on the song Friends by Marshmello.

CHAPTERS: 01 | 02 | 03 (final)

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PART THREE (FINAL)

“How long does this shit take to dry?” Jungkook questioned, referring to the clay mask that you were currently spreading onto his face.

It was a Friday and both you and Jungkook were officially done with finals. You had somehow managed to convince Jungkook into celebrating the achievement by indulging in some self-care with you.

“20 minutes.” You replied, trying your hardest not to move your face as you spoke, your own face mask already starting to harden.

“20 minutes?! What the fuck am I meant to do for 20 minutes?” Jungkook exclaimed in annoyance, causing you to roll your eyes. Jungkook had never done a face mask before and the fact that people voluntary engaged in such a time consuming and messy activity blew his mind.

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JK | Cabin in The Woods

word count: 6.7k

Summary: Everyone knows to stay out of the forest, but through a dare you ventured in… you just never came out. Meeting a wolf that says he needs you to survive, and you have no one else to give your love to but the animal that uses you every night.

Pairing: Werewolf!Jungkook x Human!Reader

Genre: yandere, supernatural!au, horror!au, smut, angst, some fluff (if you squint)

Rating: 18+

Warnings: bullying, disfiguration of body parts, breaking of bone, mate bonding, possessiveness, implied murder, blood, eating of people & living animals, implied/attempt at rape/non-con, vaginal sex, cream pie, cock warming, pussy sniffing & kissing, jk is horny for reader 99% of the time, kinda stockholm syndrome-ish, easily manipulated reader, dom!jk, sub!reader, lonely!reader

A/N: The best way I can explain this fic is that jk has actual wolf tendencies. He’s more wolf than man, so you’ll find that he relates more to a wolf in this fic than to his human half. I had a dream about this, probably should see a therapist, but here we’re instead! I hope you enjoy, my yandere lovers! 😌

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You don’t know why you agreed to the dare. It was stupid to even think nothing would happen to you.

All you wanted was to make some friends, so when some people in your hometown asked you to come to their party, you were all for it. When you got to said party, it wasn’t what you were expecting. Everyone’s eyes were on you, and the peer pressure was to the max. Somehow a game of truth of dare started, and now your here—alone in the woods because you were one of the few daring people at that party.

You weren’t daring, though, and the dare wasn’t random. It was pointed at you by a couple of college kids that wanted to pick on the loner girl. You realized this after the hour in the haunted forest definitely went by, and no one came to save you.

North became south, and west became east. Any direction you pointed yourself in, you would find yourself trailing deeper and deeper into the woods where too many tourists and even a few locals never came out of.

You swore the forest was even playing tricks on you. Swearing that each tree looked the same, and the fog got thicker with each step you took. You didn’t stop your hurried walking, to try and get out of the forest as quickly as possible, until you heard a snap of a twig from behind you. Slowly turning your head, something you never thought in your twenty-two years of life you would ever see was standing right above you on a rock.

It was a wolf.

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This was so fucking cute I swear I could cry from all that cuteness 😭.

How to Get Rid of Your Virginity; a one shot.

💘PAIRING: badboy!jungkook x theaternerd!reader 💘GENERE: College AU, smut, a little fluff 💘WORD COUNT: 4.6K 💘WARNINGS: Smut, smut, and more smut. 💘SUMMARY: You've always been the good girl who followed the rules but you're ready to shed that image and lose your virginity to the college's resident bad boy: Jungkook. 💘AUTHOR'S NOTE: Apparently, I really got into my feelings with this fic. A bit of sweetness at the end but mostly smut. I hope you enjoy!

Opposites attract – at least, that’s what your best friend, Elena, had told you. She had provided you with solid proof too.

“Just take a look around,” she had said, a cup full of vodka and cherry-flavored juice in her hand, motioning toward the various partygoers. She pointed out an art student cuddled up with a girl who looked like she belonged on the arm of a footballer. “That’s Taehyung. His girlfriend is the ‘All-American Girl’ type and he’s a huge nerd. But they’re in love.”

You nodded. “Okay, they’re the exception.”

She shook her head, taking a long sip, wincing at the burn of the alcohol. “Okay, what about them?” She pointed at Jimin. Jimin was your textbook Type-A worker bee. He was known to avoid large social gatherings like this but here he was, leaning against a wall, his girlfriend in his arms. He kissed her lightly on the neck before grabbing a hearty handful of her ass. “That is our resident party girl cuddled up with our best scholar.”

“He’s a fine scholar,” You admitted, and Elena agreed. “Okay, so what’s your point?”

“My point,” Elena began, taking another long sip. “Are that people from different sides of the track get together all the time. Cheerleader and nerd, party girl, and punctual pupil. Nerdy theater geek and super delicious bad boy.”

You were the nerdy theater geek she had been referencing and the delicious bad boy? That title belonged to Jungkook.

You glanced over at him. He was standing between Taehyung and Jimin, effortlessly chatting the night away. Jungkook had been on your radar ever since you started attending this university two years ago. He was an upperclassman, so you didn’t run into him often but when you did, you savored every second you got to gaze upon him. The man was beautiful. But make no mistake, this was not a crush. You thought he was sexy as hell, but you weren’t into him. You were a future Broadway star and Jungkook? Well, you don’t know what his future entailed but it was starkly different from yours. You were sure of it. There was no way you two would work out romantically.

You wanted him for different reasons. More carnal reasons. You wanted him to take your virginity.

But, while you wanted him, you weren’t sure if he wanted you. You didn’t look like his type – you assumed. But Elena was attempting to convince you otherwise.

“I just don’t think he’d be down for it,” you said with a shrug. “I mean, he’s not into girls like me.”

“He’s a man!” Elena said, her voice raised. You knew that was a sign that the liquor was kicking in for her. “He’s into any girl who wants to bone him! Go over there!”

Elena pushed you toward him, but you stopped, glaring at her. “What would I even say? ‘Hey, Jungkook, wanna fuck?’”

Elena nodded and gave you a blank stare. “That sounded perfect. What’s stopping you?”

You groaned. Of course, Elena would think that’s an acceptable way to approach a man but before you could protest, she was signaling Jungkook to come over. Your eyes widened, a mortifying feeling washing over you.

I could kill her, you thought, I could kill her and bury the body beneath the school’s theater.

Jungkook looked at Elena, a confused look etched across his handsome features. Then, he did the unthinkable. He began to walk over.

He stopped just short of the both of you, the wallflowers for the night, and smiled. “Good evening, ladies, how can I help you?”

Elena nudged you and you opened your mouth to speak but found only your pride, self-respect, and the last shred of confidence falling out of your mouth and onto the floor to be stomped on by a slew of drunken college students. Elena, noticing your mouth open and a dazed look on your face, rolled her eyes and blurted out, “She wants to fuck you.”

This is it, you thought, this is how I die.

But it wasn’t.

Because Jungkook’s eyes raked over you, a hint of lust clouding behind them, and smiled. “Oh, really?”

You nodded, fear and excitement striking into your heart.

Elena continued, “She’s been waiting to make a move all night, but she’s been too afraid to.”

Jungkook looked at you. “Consent is sexy, so I have to hear it from your mouth.”

You swallowed thickly, slowly nodding. “She’s not, I mean, I’m not –” You stopped, taking a deep breath. “Yes. Coitus is something I’d like to experience with you – I mean, if you’re up for it.”

He held out his hand. “Well, let’s go experience it.”

“Right now?”

“Why not?”

You looked between him and Elena searching for a reason as to why now wasn’t a good time to get your back blown out, but you couldn’t find one. Not a good one, anyway. So, you put on a brave face, took his hand, and let him lead you upstairs and into the nearest empty bedroom.

You didn't know who this bedroom belonged to as it had no signs of life. A basic dark wood dresser hugged the right wall, a few sports posters lined the walls and a simple full-sized bed with white and blue bedding sat in the middle of the floor. Jungkook took a seat on the bed, and you sat next to him, unable to meet his eye.

“Come here,” he said, cupping your face and drawing you forward.

He wanted a kiss, so you followed his lead, but your nose bumped into his. “I’m so sorry!” You said in a panicked voice. “I – I didn’t mean for –”

“It’s okay,” he said through a small laugh. Another attempt at a kiss was made but instead of bumping noses, you bumped foreheads. He rubbed his forehead, scrunching up his face. “Maybe we skip kissing,” he said, standing up. “How about this instead?” He began to climb on top of you. You readjusted yourself, hoping to make things flow more smoothly but you ended up kneeing him in the stomach.

“Fuck, I am so sorry!” You said as you watched him grit his teeth.

“It’s okay,” he said once again and rounded the other side of the bed. He took a seat and laid back. “Why don’t you come lay beside me?”

You nodded. You got up and laid down next to him.

“Why don’t you lead?” Jungkook suggested and you silently agreed that that might be for the best.

You began to get up but found your elbow stabbing him in the chest.

This was going horribly.

“Are you sure you want to have sex?” Jungkook asked.

“I do,” you said quietly, biting your lip. “I’m just really nervous.”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at you. “Why are you nervous?”

You chewed on your bottom lip, avoiding his gaze. How do you tell one of the hottest guys on campus that you’re a virgin? A lonely loser virgin?

“If it’s me, then there’s nothing to be nervous about,” Jungkook said. “I’m not as experienced as everyone says I am. I mean, I have had sex with quite a few people – all safe and consensual of course – but I’m nothing like the lothario people say I am. I mean, I’m just –”

You cut him off. “I’m nervous because I’m a virgin.”

The room went quiet. Too quiet. Embarrassingly quiet. If there was a God, he would have taken mercy on you and allowed the world to swallow you at this exact moment. But no, mercy did not shine a light on you this day.

“And you wanted me to take your virginity?”

He seemed more surprised that you had chosen him as your virginity taker than the fact that you were still a virgin. Regardless, you nodded. “Yeah, I figured if I was going to lose it, I might as well lose it to someone hot.”

His cheeks flashed a crimson color. “Don’t you want your first time to be special?”

You scoffed. “First off, virginity is just a construct and secondly, it would have been special no matter what because it’s my first time and I was in control. Besides, I’ve got a bucket list to finish this year.”

Jungkook looked at you. “Oh yeah? What else is on your list?”

“Smoking weed. I’ve never been high before.”

And just like that, Jungkook produced a blunt out of his back pocket. “You’re in luck. Listen, I don’t think the sex thing is going to happen tonight, but I can smoke you out.”

You felt relief wash over you. There was still hope. He said it wouldn’t happen tonight not that it wouldn’t happen ever – hey, it may have been delulu but you were going to take it and ride off with it into the sun. You watched closely as Jungkook lit the blunt, taking a few deep inhales, holding it in, and then exhaling, coughing along the way. Your first few attempts at smoking the joint were failures but after the third try, you got the hang of it. You also coughed a lung out but the serene feeling that flowed through you a few moments later was worth it.

The blunt had been reduced to a roach and you and Jungkook were lying on the bed, laughing and talking about everything under the sun. You learned he was a film major and planned on moving to Los Angeles after graduation to pursue a career out there. When you told him you wanted to be the next Audra McDonald, he didn’t laugh or tease you like so many others had before. He thought your love of theater was cool and asked you a million questions about it. He found it impressive that you could hold such high notes while doing intricate choreography. Finally, a silence settled over the two of you as the green forced you both into an extreme high.

“Can I ask you something?” Jungkook’s voice was like molasses, thick and slow. Or maybe you were just so damn high that’s how you heard it.

“Mhm,” you hummed.

“What’s the farthest you’ve gone?”

“Like traveling?”

He shook his head. “No, I mean … with sex.”

“Oh,” you replied. “Um, I’ve jerked a guy off before.”

“Have you …” he began but trailed off. He turned his head to look at you, attempting to gauge your reaction. “Ever received oral?”

You shook your head. “Nah.”

“You want to?”

You froze, and a sobering feeling hit you like a pillow full of soap. The idea of getting your coochie licked sounded damn good right now, especially with the weed in your system. “Yeah, I mean, I guess I’d like to try it one day.”

“How about today?”

You could still feel Jungkook’s eyes on you. Well, shit. You had already crossed one item off your bucket list. Might as well cross another. So, you said, “Yeah, let’s do it.”

Within seconds, Jungkook was between your legs, lifting your pleated skirt to your hips and sliding your baby pink panties down. Your body froze as you felt a finger slide in between your slits. “A virgin who shaves,” you heard him muse, mostly to himself. A thumb began rubbing your clit and a gasp escaped your throat. Before you could say something else, his tongue was on your lips. Your … other lips. It darted out, parting your lips and flicking against your clit in a feverish way.

Your back arched in response and you felt as if all the air in your lungs had left your body. You found your hands gripping the white sheets as he buried his face deeper between your legs, his tongue sliding in and out of your hole before traveling up and down your slit and finally focusing back on your clit. The sensation became a little too much and you squirmed away, hoping to ease some of the intensity but that only made things worse. Jungkook wrapped his hands around your thick thighs, pulling you closer, spread your legs apart further, and kept his hands gripped on your thighs, ensuring you wouldn’t be going too far. “Don’t run from it,” you heard him whisper.

You’re not sure how long he was at it but by the time your world turned white, you were making noises only a dog could hear.

. . . . .

It wasn’t in your nature to willingly be a third wheel, but the town’s annual spring fair was here and there was no way you were going to miss it. Even if Elena insisted on bringing her boyfriend, Felix. The night wasn’t all bad though. You had spotted Jungkook hanging with a few of his friends and the two of you waved at each other. It had been three weeks since the party and the two of you had kept in contact, texting each other funny memes here and there, sometimes talking on the phone late into the night but nothing more, nothing less.

As the three of you waited in line for the Ferris wheel, you noticed that the ride only allowed pairs. That took care of Elena and Felix but what about you?

“Can you believe that? Since when has the Ferris wheel been limited to two people at a time?” You turned around to face your best friend, but she wasn’t listening. She was too busy using her tongue to excavate Felix’s mouth. You groaned. “Of course, you two would choose now to suck face.”

The line moved forward, and it was your turn to get on. The ride operator gave you a pitiful look. “You got a partner?” He asked but he knew the answer to that. Just as you were about to step out of line to die of embarrassment in a dark and quiet place, your knight in shining armor appeared.

“I’m her partner.”

Jungkook. Sweet, sweet, Jungkook. Sweet, delicious, Jungkook who smelled like heaven and was wearing a red button-up shirt that showed off all his muscles. What? Sue you for noticing!

Jungkook held out his hand and you took it, the two of you loading on the ride and strapping in. Elena smirked at you as the ride began. The ride slowly lifted you and Jungkook up a few feet and then paused, allowing Elena and Felix to board.

“Thanks for saving the day,” you said with a smile. “The Ferris wheel is my favorite ride.”

“No shit, mine too,” Jungkook replied.

Your eyes brightened. “Really? You don’t seem like the type.”

“What type do I seem like?”

“A coaster man.”

“I like coasters too,” he admitted. “But something about the Ferris wheel just calms me, you know?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I get that.”

“So, how’s your bucket list going? Cross off anything else?” Jungkook asked as the Ferris wheel began moving again and then paused, allowing another couple on.

“I have,” you told him excitedly. “Elena and I went skinny dipping two days ago.”

“Damn, I’m sad I missed that one,” Jungkook said with a cheeky smile. “Still a virgin?”

“Still a virgin.”

Jungkook looked at you, his eyes falling to your exposed legs. You were wearing a plaid overall dress and a long-sleeved white shirt underneath. You wondered for a moment if he was judging your fashion choices until he licked his lips and you saw the lust clouding his eyes. “Ever been fingered?”

You shrugged; a sheepish smile found its way to your face. “Only when you ate me out that one time.”

“But never in public?”

“Of course not.”

He looked at you, his eyes begging for permission and as the Ferris wheel began moving again, forcing you and Jungkook to the top, his hands found their way between your thighs. He rubbed your core through your panties. You felt him lean over, his lips brushing against your neck before peppering kisses across your chin. You couldn’t help but giggle as he pushed your panties to the side, and you felt two fingers slide up and down your already-wet slit.

You felt your heart beating faster in his chest when he slid a finger inside and used his thumb to rub circles on your clit. The sensation was quickly becoming too much for you. Especially in public of all places. But as the Ferris wheel worked its way down, you were as well. Your orgasm slowly washed away as the ride finally came to a stop, allowing you and Jungkook to get off.

“Thanks for the ride,” you told him and in response, he kissed your cheek and made his way back to his friends.

…

It was official: You and Jungkook were friends. Like actual friends. You talked to him just as much as you talked to Elena, if not more. You had met his friends and his friend’s girlfriends. You spent time at his apartment. He smoked you out at least once a week and the last time the two of you decided to go on an impromptu diner trip, the waitress mistook you for a couple.

That’s why it wasn’t a surprise when he accompanied you to the library today. You both had papers due and decided to study together. However, you found that the two of you didn’t get much studying done and instead spent most of your time together making jokes and trying to steer clear of the librarian’s wrath.

In an attempt to get some serious studying done, Jungkook suggested getting a table at the back of the library. As you followed him to the back of the library, you noticed a couple, deep within the library aisles, where students rarely went, getting it on. You stopped Jungkook, tugging on his sleeve. “Look!” You whispered. “Oh my god, isn’t that Jimin?”

An approving smile pulled at the corner of Jungkook’s lips. “Yeah. Ever since he met his girlfriend, he’s become such a horn dog.”

You couldn’t take your eyes off the couple. Jimin had his girlfriend leaning on a bookshelf for support, her pants pulled down to her knees and his face buried between her ass cheeks. You hated to say it but it kind of turned you on. Jungkook took your hand and pulled you along.  

“He’s not afraid of getting caught?” You asked.

Jungkook shrugged. “I don’t think so. They fuck in the library all the time. That’s actually how they became a couple. He was her tutor.”

You felt a pool of heat settling in your core, forcing a weather change down under. “God, that’s hot.”

Jungkook stopped walking and looked at you. “You want to try?”

“You mean, fucking in the library?” The idea excited you, but you weren’t exactly sure you wanted to get fully plowed in public yet. “I don’t know about penetration but … maybe some head would be cool.”

Jungkook licked his lips. “I can’t lie, I’ve been wanting to taste you again.”

You shook your head as he led you further into the book aisles. “No, I mean I want to give you head.”

He stopped. “You sure?”

“Yeah, teach me how to suck dick,” you said and then cringed once you heard the words. “That didn’t sound as sexy as I hoped it would have.

He smiled, licking his lips. “Say less,” he pulled you into a corner and unzipped his pants. He pulled his jeans and boxers down but only slightly and produced his semi-hard dick.

“You’re already excited?” You asked and then realized this was your first time seeing his dick. No wonder he was known as the lover, you thought, grabbing it and feeling the weight of it in your hand. “Well, shit.”

“You ready?” He asked and you nodded, slowly dropping to your knees.  He guided you lovingly on how to properly give head but also explained that everyone was different so the way he liked it wouldn’t necessarily be the way another guy liked it. But the way he liked it was known as the ‘vacuum suck.’ He wasn’t into the bells and whistles of sloppy head but preferred something nice and clean and something that felt like his soul was being sucked out of him.

And that, you did. Or at least you gave it the old college try.

You stroked his large dick, your hand running up and down his thick shaft as your tongue flicked over his head. Precum painted your lips as you attempted to slide his entire member into your mouth. It wouldn't fit and Jungkook didn't force it. Above you, he squirmed in delight, his hands threading through your dark locks, gripping ever so slightly.

“Touch my balls, baby girl,” Jungkook said through a low grunt. Your pussy does backflips at the sound of being called ‘baby girl’ but you can’t linger on that too long. Jungkook has your head in his hands and he’s slowly but surely fucking your face. “Agh … I’m going to cum …” He began to pull his dick out, but you didn't let him, instead you did something that you’ve seen countless times on Twitter memes. You suck harder and you kept sucking well after he came. You’d never heard a man squeal before but you’re sure that’s what Jungkook did before you finally popped his dick out of your mouth.

…

Summer was steadily approaching, the weather going from tolerable to the heat of the devil’s ass crack. It’s why Jungkook had suggested that the two of you head to the coast for the weekend. “It would be way cooler out there,” he had said, and you couldn’t argue. So, on a Friday evening, you climbed on the back of his motorcycle and the two of you headed off to the beach for the weekend.

As two broke college students, you didn’t have enough money to afford a fancy hotel, so you settled for a run-down motel room, but it was clean, and the bed was comfortable enough. Jungkook had purchased every snack in the vending machine that night and the two of you shared stories over eight-dollar bottles of wine, BBQ chips, and sour gummies. After finishing off your second bottle of wine, Jungkook lit up a blunt and the two of you shared it, laying back on the motel room bed with the shabby television playing a novella in the background.

“Y/N, I think you may be my best friend.”

“I think you may be right,” you agreed, laughing.

“I can’t believe school will be ending soon,” Jungkook said.

“I know. What am I going to do without you?” you said, a genuine sadness reaching your voice.

“We’re going to stay friends. You’ll come visit me in Los Angeles and I’ll come visit you in New York. You’ll be there when I receive my first Oscar and I’ll be there when you get your first Tony,” Jungkook said with a smile. And you could hear the sincerity in his voice. Even if none of that happened, in this moment right here and right now, Jungkook believed it did and that’s what you loved most about him.

You always thought love was like an arrow. Shooting you in the heart, causing you to instantaneously know that you had fallen but looking at Jungkook in the darkness of this shabby motel room, you realized love wasn’t like that at all. Love was slow and easy. It was sweet. It was kind. It was a soft spring day. It was impromptu trips to your favorite diners. It was sharing secrets in your most special places. It was laughing to your belly ached in the back of a car. It was trips to eat your weight in sushi and then getting ice cream even though you swore you couldn’t eat another bite. It was wiping your tears away at four in the morning because you didn’t get the role in the school play. It was sitting up all night with each other watching the sun rise because he was too anxious to sleep. It was the perfect and it was the imperfect. It was nothing and it was everything. It was you and it was Jungkook.

And right here, right now, you realized that you were in love with Jungkook.

“Jungkook,” you said, looking at him and he turned his head, smiling that beautiful smile. “I love you.”

He stared at you for a moment, studying your features. A hand reached out and cupped your cheek. “I love you too, Y/N.”

You scooted closer to Jungkook and kissed him. It was a soft and sound kiss. Slow and sensual. And he kissed you back with just as much patience. Your arms and legs tangled together, and soon you found your clothes melting away. You felt his lips wrapped around your nipples, his tongue going across your stomach. His hands stroking your pussy with an excruciating softness. You felt his muscles flexing beneath your fingertips, the weight of his manhood in your hands and then in your mouth.

His body reacted with such pleasure as you gave him head. You sucked slowly, making sure every inch of his manhood was wet with your spit. Jungkook stopped you early, citing how much he still wanted to taste you so you laid you on your back and spread your legs, exposing your most sensitive parts but Jungkook shook his head. He guided you on top of him, and you lowered your precious gem to his face. He licked hungrily. Savoring every drop of you. His hands found their way to your round ass and groped the fleshy curves as his tongue dug deeper into you. An electric wave of pleasure washed over you, your body writhing in sweet agony.

As you lay down beside him, he got on top of you. “Are you sure?” He asked. “If you don’t want to go this far, we can stop right now.”

But you didn’t want to stop. You wanted this. You wanted him. You silently nodded for him to continue and Jungkook rolled a condom onto his hardened dick. He positioned himself at your entrance and quietly said, “Here we go.”

He started slowly. You felt an indescribable pressure in your lower abdomen as he continued to slide in but it wasn’t bad. It was just different. He used his right hand to play with your breasts.

His pace quickened. You closed your eyes, biting your lip as the pressure waned, and in came pleasure. He lifted your legs and placed them on his shoulders. This new angle forced a new sensation to bubble within you. It felt amazing but there was a heaviness to it that you couldn’t quite describe. His hand found your clit, rubbing circles on it as he began to fuck you faster. You didn’t think you could cum twice in one night, but Jungkook proved you wrong. A few short moments later, Jungkook’s face tightened, and he let out a deep grunt before falling on top of you. After a moment, he rolled off.

“So how was it experiencing coitus with me?” Jungkook asked, breathing heavily.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “It was amazing.”

“I’m just glad you didn’t beat my ass this time.”

You cringed, thinking of the night the two of you met. You rolled to your side, putting your arm around him and your head on his chest. In response, he put his arms around you as well, pulling you close.

“What does this mean for us?” you asked.

“It means that I hope you accept when I ask you out on a date,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

“I’ll have to think about it,” you said. “I’ve got one more thing to cross off my bucket list.”

“What’s that?”

You motioned toward the window in the room, outside of it, the beach. “Sex on the beach times two. I want to drink the drink while doing the act.”

With a smile, Jungkook got up and put on his pants. He looked at you, “Well don’t just sit there, let’s go have sex on the beach while we drink sex on the beach.”

“'m sorry for my fault.”

I think jungkooks had enough of your attitude today. He puts you in your place.

PAIRING: dom bf!jungkook ๑ bratty!reader

Mature warning —๑ punishments, edging, spanking, begging, scolding, degradation, arguing, pissing Jungkook off even more by not listening, age gap (5 years), daddy kink, praise , 123 go.

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“what'd I tell you about saying things like that?”

“i don't care, it's true !” you snarled, if it weren't clear you were aggravated, it was clear now.

You and Jungkook spent the weekend with your parents at a resort somewhere in jeju. Everything was going fine, that was until an unexpected visitor invited themselves to join your little 'family trip'. Her name was Jenna ? Jina ? You don't know and you didn't care. What fogged your mind for the rest of the trip was how she clung up to Jungkook like the smoke to dry ice.

What agitated you even more about her was her need to call you out asking you questions about your clothing and how she's surprised how Jungkook settled down with someone as you. Don't get it twisted, Jungkook definitely shut all of that down. He wouldn't let any woman pin you as anything less than you were.

“why're you acting like this? what'd I do?” he paused. “what jiun does has nothing to do with me.” he continued, focused on the road. He was fed up with your nagging. And he hadn't even known why you worried, it was as if every 'i love you the most' 'youre my favorite' 'its only you's' didn't matter. Like what the fuck.

“nothing to do with you ? Hah, you're the one who let her bombard our vacation. Might I add family vacation.” you sterned, shifting your body closer to the door of your vehicle.

“youre the one who didn't do anything about her bombarding our family vacation. We're both at fault. So stop trying to pin everything on me.” he exhaled heavily, glancing at your avoidant figure. When he got no reply from you he left it be, turning up the music to avoid the awkward atmosphere the both of you created.

.

“babe, can you pass me my frames ?” jungkook dared to ask even though you'd been ignoring him since the incident from earlier. “___.” “please ?” watching as you hadn't budged even a bit he grew upset. It was already enough for him that you were acting like he was even a living being, which was fine. Though, he wouldn't just take your constant disrespect.

so he got rid of what seemed to have your attention. your phone.

“jungkook !” you reached at him. “give me my phone !”

“jungkook !” he mocked, his voice altering to sound a tad like yours. “don't you see that im trying put things back together? Why do you have to act like such a child.” he was disappointed in you. You were 20, yet you acted differently.

“strip.” Jungkook broke the silence you let fill the room. You were hesitant, but at least you were actually looking at him now. “__, now.” his brow raised as his mouth slipped a scoff.

We're you just gonna let him boss you around ? Definitely not. We're you intimidated ? Yes. But your pride stood stronger than the trouble you'd get into. You breathe heavily finding your way to the door of your bedroom for your dramatic leave; until you felt a tug at your arm and then the softness of your mattress, cosigned with the weight of your built boyfriend.

“i guess I have to do everything myself today huh ?” Jungkook sounded calm but you knew otherwise, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't let this play out just to see this side of him. Cause you did. Hell, you felt your wetness dripping past the wall of your ass, the cold sensation sending your body chills.

The jingle of jungkooks belt caught your attention, but before you could even glance at him, your face was meshed with the comforter of your shared bed. You shriek.

“jungko— !”

“ now you wanna talk ? Huh.” his inked hand send goosebumps through your body as he runs his palm over your clothed ass. “it's a shame you don't listen. Now your pretty tails gonna be all red.” he pinched the fabric of your skirt flicking it upwards onto your lower back.

“'m sorry..” you uttered feeling him tug at your underwear.

now, Jungkook was ignoring you. All you felt was him adjusting your waist, so that your ass sat in the air.

“'m really sorry..ko—” you pause, shrieking at the leather that came in contact with your silk skin. If you could describe the feel of it, it's was a slow burn, a slow burn that spread like wildfire everytime he unleashed the branded weapon on you.

Discipline is a topic your parents took lightly. Yeah, they disciplined you, but it was never a 'bend over my knee' type of discipline. More like, every morning you wake up 'sit in that corner’ type of discipline. Jungkook never went soft on you when it came down to it. He wanted to make sure you never do whatever you're in trouble for again.

“crying ? Whyre you crying.” Jungkook never pushed aside your emotions, he had to hear you out or his guilt would eat him alive. hearing you sniffle shot a sort of worry in him.

“listen, you put yourself in this situation—” he paused throwing his belt. “you already know what happens when you wanna act like a brat.” he palmed your cunt. He wasn't gonna baby you, that's all he ever did. Maybe this was partially his fault.

Unconsciously, you felt yourself grinding on his hand. You were needy, you always were after a punishment, even if he didn't know. But now, you were on display. There was no way he wouldn't find out.

“youre such a fucking slut, peaches.” his thumb caressing your entrance, pushing your sweetness through your dewy folds. “already so wet for daddy, hm?” his thumb slid through your sticky walls in a in and out motion. Your fluid caking his finger everytime he pulled it from inside you.

“please..” was a constant that came from your mouth. You didn't know what you were pleading for. More ? Less ? What was it ? You only knew that he made you feel good. The look of him drenched you. you wanted him to slut you out. Ruin you.

“please ? please what?” he couldn't help but snort at you. the mere thought that you can get what you want with just a please— scratch that. The thought that you think you can get why you want after testing his patience, made him laugh. “please forgive me ?”

“i dunno..m” you slurred, you were estatic. Just his thumb, making you feel so dumb. It made you feel small.

“you dunno..? Want me to help you find out ?” you were flipped onto your back before you knew it. Once you saw him tying up his hair you knew what he was prone to do. The thought itself making you spread your legs.

you even made the mistake of trying to rub yourself. That quickly got disposed.

“you lost your mind ?” his hand reached down to slap your weeping pussy.

“baby, I can't wait.. please!” you whined watching as he kneeled down, face between your begging thighs, hands cupping each pretty chunk of flesh.

“but you can.” “matter of fact, you will.” he blew onto your core. the cold sensation bringing your hips to a jolt. His eyes scanned your petite figure watching every expression that played out on your face, then down to your breasts. “lift up your shirt, let me see your beautiful body, baby.”

Earning yourself a “good girl.” when you comply.

.

you hadn't gotten a break since he started his mouth on you. Drinking in your first orgasm, then the second. Seems like we're on your third.

“fuck.. koo.” you groaned your hips aching to move in his grasp. You'd try not to breakdown whenever his nose came in touch with your throbbing clit.

“you done ? talk to me baby.” he growled against your heat. His warm breath made you thirsty. He was eating you like it was his last supper. Rippin you to absolute shreds.

“im gonna come, daddy..” your legs were shaking, your voice was whiney, and you needed an exhale. Once he started sucking on your clit your back arched. At him, the feel, and the thought of him, making you feel.

“yeah, you gonna come for me ?”

“yeah.. wan' come for you..” your breath was hoarse. Once your moaning got louder, he stopped. He'd love to make you come, third times a charm. But he wasn't gonna. He basically lured you in just to trick you.

“koo !” “it was right there, I was about to cum !” you whined at the begging sensation between your legs. The quivering feeling making you force you legs closed to suppress the throbbing feel. You felt his hungry stare on you. You knew he wanted you. It's when you realized this wasn't an after punishment treat. He was edging you. Right after overstimulating you. Cliché.

“aww, look at you ! pretty girl..” he pouted at you, your twitching state. You were groaning for more as he watched you. Pitying you. How could you have thought it was over? After a mere spanking ? Silly. “i guess you really thought huh.” he cackled. “ooh ! Should we order takeout.. I'm kinda hungry. You ?” he walked out of the room to search for his phone.

Maybe you did deserve this. Shouldn't be so bratty all the time, even if it's in your nature to piss him off. Now look at you. Eyes all watery, and a mess between your legs.

Not his problem.

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This is a draft, just because I wanted to post today. I'm thinking of maybe uploading something else today ! I dunno.

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