NEVER SWAY

NEVER SWAY

PAIRING; jungkook x reader

GENRE; established relationship, hurt/comfort, fluff

TAGS/WARNINGS; jk yells at oc but is actually sweet, husband/wife, fluff, brief angst, oneshot

WORD COUNT; 2.7k

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯! 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦!

𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗡𝗢 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗠 𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

SYNOPSIS;

No matter the situation, Jungkook has never raised his voice at you, choosing patience and understanding instead. He loves you and cares about you too much to see you cry because of him. But his patience is put to a test when a situation arises.

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As the morning sun gently filtered through the curtains, you slowly stirred awake from your slumber. And the warmth you expected from your husband's presence beside you was oddly absent. Confusion clouded your sleepy eyes as you rubbed them and slowly sat up.

“Jungkook?” you called out softly, your voice carrying confusion.

There was no answer, just the faint tweeting of morning birds outside the window. It was Saturday, and he didn’t work during the weekend, so you were confused as to where he could possibly be.

Frowning, you threw off the blanket and stood up, slipping your feet into your fluffy pink slippers. Your first stop was Jungkook’s study room, the place he often disappeared into when he was drowned in work.

You pushed the slightly ajar door open, and to your relief and mild amusement, there he was, sprawled on the couch. He was fast asleep with papers scattered around him.

A gentle smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you approached him. You reached out and carefully removed his glasses and set them aside.

You couldn't help but feel your heart melt listening to the soft snores that escaped him, and his peaceful features as he slept like a contented baby.

Jungkook had been pouring his heart and soul, working day and night, into a demanding project assigned by his boss. And his dedication was something you deeply admired.

However, it also weighed heavily on your mind. You knew how important this project was for his career, but you were worried about the toll it was taking on him. You just wanted him to give himself a break.

“You work too hard my love” you whispered as you gently stroked his cheek.

You leaned down and planted a soft kiss on his forehead, causing him to stir slightly but not wake. You reached out your hand to run your fingers through his hair, feeling the warmth of his presence.

Not wanting to wake him up, you grabbed a nearby blanket and draped it over him, tucking it in with tender care. Then, you turned your attention to the scattered papers and documents that had taken over the study room.

With a sigh, you started by gathering the scattered papers and neatly organising them into stacks on the desk.

You then opened up the windows but kept the curtains closed to keep the sunlight from waking Jungkook up.

After throwing away the litter and sweeping up the floor, you sprayed the room with a floral scent to keep the room smelling nice and fresh.

Looking around the room and feeling satisfied, you turned your attention back to your sleeping husband. You walked over to him and squared down to his level, reaching your hand out to stroke his cheek. With a heart full of love and a gentle smile on your face, you leaned in and placed a soft peck on his lips.

“Sleep well, you really need it” you whispered.

You admired his sleeping form for a moment before standing up to your feet, and you carefully tiptoed out of the room. It was 11:30 AM. You knew it was too late for breakfast, so you decided to prepare lunch and clean up the house before Jungkook woke up.

┄┄┄┄┄

An hour or two later, Jungkook stirred awake, his eyes adjusting the light that was peeking through the curtains. As his gaze wandered around his now-neat study room, his eyes shot wide open. Panic washed over him as he glanced at the clock on the wall opposite him, realising how much time had passed.

He threw off the blanket and jumped up to his feet, knowing he had a lot of catching up to do. “Arghh” he groaned as he felt pain strike inside his head.

He stumbled as he held his head, feeling disoriented and unsteady as he blinked to regain focus. He sat himself back down and began massaging his temples, groaning and mumbling curses under his breath.

“Jungkook?” he heard a soft voice call out for him.

He raised his head and found you approaching him with worry, “you’re awake, are you okay?” you asked as you sat down next to him.

He smiled at you warmly despite the striking pain in his head, and pulled you to his chest. “I’m okay, just got a headache” he sighed as he rested his chin over your head.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” he asked.

“You’ve been working so hard lately and you needed a proper rest. And besides, it’s the weekend” you answered as you pulled away to look at him.

“Weekend or not, I need to get this project finished at the best quality, you know I can’t waste time baby” he sighed.

“Giving yourself a break after continuously working hard is not wasting time babe. I’m just worried you’ll collapse one day if you keep overworking yourself like this, and I don’t want anything to happen to you” you said, grabbing his face.

“I promise you, it’s not going to be the end of the world if you step back a little and take a break. Your health is important, more than anything” your voice lowered to a soft whisper.

Jungkook's gaze softened as he felt his heart swell, his lips curved into a smile as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“You care about me so much huh?” his voice came out hoarse as he pecked your lips over and over again. You giggled at his affection, slightly pushing him off you.

“Come on, freshen up and join me for lunch. I made you your favourite” you winked at him as you got up.

“What did you make?” he asked, raising his brow.

“You’ll see” was all you said, giving him a smile before walking out.

┄┄┄┄┄

After brushing his teeth and taking a quick shower, Jungkook headed back to his study room remembering the important document he was working on last night — it was the core of his project.

Seeing the stack of papers on the table that you have neatly organised, he let out a sigh. Though he appreciated your effort keeping his study room tidy, he knew it was going to take a while to find the document he was looking for.

Finishing drying his wet hair, he threw the towel on the couch and walked over to the desk.

He skimmed through the stack of papers, but frowned when he couldn’t find the document. He skimmed through them again, but he couldn’t find it. His patience was slightly running low as frustration and panic began to build up inside him.

“Babe?” he called out for you.

“Yeah?” you walked into the room finding your shirtless husband in a slight panic mode.

“Have you seen a document that has a red stamp mark on the bottom corner anywhere? I had it with me last night” he turned to look at you.

“Red stamp…I’m not really sure, I just collected all the papers that were scattered and stacked them up on the desk. I’m sure it’s there somewhere” you frowned.

“But it’s not there, I checked twice” he groaned as he ran his fingers through his wet locks.

“Hey,” you said, taking a step towards him, “I’m sure it’s here somewhere. Let's have lunch first and we’ll find it together later, hmm?” you suggested.

But Jungkook, growing impatient and frustrated, shook his head.

“No, I need to find it now. It’s the only copy I have, and if it gets lost then it’s over for me” he said.

Feeling a little anxious yourself, you understood his concern and wanted to help him find the document. “Okay, I’ll look through this stack and you look through that one” you told him, and with a nod, you both began flipping through each sheet of paper.

┄┄┄┄┄

Minutes turned into what felt like hours as you both carefully looked through the organised piles of paper. Papers were shuffled, drawers were opened and closed, and every corner of the study was inspected. Yet, the document was nowhere to be found, as if it had vanished into thin air.

“Fuck!” Jungkook cursed as he slammed his fists on the desk, feeling panic and anger surging through his body. You flinched, sensing the brewing storm inside of him.

“Where did you keep it Y/n? You cleaned the room” he asked, turning to you.

You felt yourself grow small and anxious under his frustration, “I just gathered up all the papers I found lying around, so it should’ve been amongst those stacks” you answered.

“But if I remember correctly, I didn’t see any document with a red stamp” you then added.

Jungkook threw his head back and let out a groan, “then where did it go?” he asked.

“Are you sure you had it last night and not some different document?” you questioned, “yes I’m sure I had it with me” he quickly answered.

For a moment there was silence, the atmosphere clouded with a thick fog of tension. Jungkook paced around the room trying to keep his cool, but soon, his pent up emotions got the best of him.

He abruptly stopped and turned to you, “this is exactly why I tell you to leave my stuff as it is and that I’ll sort it all out myself” he groaned.

You remained quiet as you chewed on your bottom lip. “I’m sure you have a copy of it on your computer to print out again, right?” you asked.

“If I did then I wouldn’t be panicking right now Y/n” he snapped, taking you by surprise. “You shouldn’t have touched anything in the first place!” he raised his voice.

Your eyes widened slightly in shock, and your face paled as you realised the gravity of your attempt to help. Jungkook was never the one to yell at anybody — he was the sweetest and kindest person you knew. And you have never seen him this upset before, so you knew you had messed up really bad.

“I’m s-sorry, I…I must have put it somewhere else by mistake” you stammered.

“Then where the hell is it?! Why can’t I find it anywhere?!” he snapped again, his voice growing louder and angrier.

You jumped at his tone, feeling tears welling up in your eyes, and you took a step back as you got overwhelmed by his irritation.

“I...I thought I was helping. I didn't know. I'm so sorry Jungkook” your voice quivered as you spoke.

The moment he saw the hurt and tears in your eyes, Jungkook’s anger washed away as quickly as it had flared up. His face, once contorted with anger, quickly softened, his eyes filling with instant regret. He never raised his voice at you like this before, and the shock and hurt in your eyes cut him to the core.

With a heavy heart and hesitant steps, he reached out to you and pulled you into his arms. You, still shaken a little bit by his outburst, hugged him back, tears of relief streaming down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry honey, I didn’t mean to yell” his voice now gentle and apologetic.

You relaxed in his embrace but couldn't hold back your tears. And before you knew it, you broke down into soft cries. Feeling his heart sink at the sound of your soft cries, Jungkook held you tighter, his own eyes filling with tears.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry baby” he whispered, his voice cracking with sincerity.

With a gentleness that contrasted his earlier anger, he continued to apologise, his words filled with deep remorse. He pressed gentle kisses to your forehead and your cheeks, trying to comfort you.

“It’s okay” you told him.

“No it’s not” he almost cut you off.

“You were only helping, and I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that” he said, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

“I’m so sorry” he continued to apologise.

Your cries soon began to subside, replaced by soft sniffles as you hugged him tighter. You then pulled away and looked up at him “but what about your document?” you asked.

Jungkook let out a deep sigh as he reached his hands up to your face and caressed your cheeks with his warm fingers.

“It’s okay, you don’t worry about it too much. I’m sure it’s somewhere, I just need to look harder” he reassured you.

In that moment, Jungkook realised that nothing was worth hurting the woman he loved, not even the document that his life depended on. If anything, seeing you cry was the last thing he wanted — especially when he’s the reason.

“Shall we go and have lunch now?” he suggested with a small smile on his face, trying to lift the mood. You hummed in response and smiled back at him, and with that, Jungkook pulled away and held your hand before leading you out of the room.

“What did you make?” he asked as you both walked down the stairs with your fingers intertwined. “I made kimchi stew, but your way. Some fried pork dumplings too, and rice” you answered, turning your head to give him a smile.

“Mhmm, I’m starving” he groaned playfully, causing you to giggle.

A few moments later, you finished plating the food. As you set the food on the table, Jungkook’s eyes lit up with excitement. He eagerly dug into the kimchi stew, savoring the flavours that danced on his taste buds.

“This is delicious babe” he complimented as he gazed at you with his sparkling gaze. You watched your husband with a contented smile, and reached your hand out to stroke his cheek.

“That’s why I made extra, it’s all yours” you told him.

Jungkook’s gaze softened as his chewing slowed, “I love you” he said.

“I love you the most” you replied, and reached your hand out to wipe away the stew broth that was dripping from the corner of his mouth.

┄┄┄┄┄

THE NEXT DAY

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After a long and exhausting day at work, Jungkook trudged inside the house, his shoulders slumped and his feet heavy with fatigue. Yet, despite his tiredness, he was eager to see you.

With a sigh of relief, he kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his coat, making his way through the halls of your home.

“Babe?” he called out, but no answer.

“Babe, are you home?” he called out once again, “yeah I’m here!” he heard a distant voice coming from the laundry room.

Soon he found you, sorting the dirty clothes and loading them into the washing machine. A gentle smile crossed his face as he watched you.

“Hey” he greeted you, and you turned around, your face lighting up with a warm smile. He walked up to you and pulled you into a tender kiss, and you instantly melted in.

Pulling away, you stared into each other’s eyes.

“How was your day?” you asked, “exhausting, but guess what?” he returned the question. You frowned and tilted your head slightly in confusion.

“I found the document I was looking for yesterday” he said, and your eyes lit up in relief.

“It was in my cabin at work all along, not at home. In fact, I was working on a completely different paperwork yesterday. I guess I just got things mixed up” he mumbled in shame as he scratched the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you. I shouldn’t have blamed you like that” he sighed, unable to look you in the eyes.

Your eyes softened with understanding, and you placed your gentle hand on his cheek and lifted his face. “It's alright honey” you replied with a voice reassuring, “we all have our moments, but I'm glad you found it” you smiled.

In that moment, Jungkook finally felt the weight of guilt lift from his shoulders. Your understanding and forgiveness was all he needed to keep your little misunderstanding in the past and not let it change the future.

“I promise I won’t yell at you again” he promised, caressing your cheeks.

“And if you do?” you asked, playfully lifting your brow, “then I sleep on the floor for a whole month” he confidently answered.

But you caught him swallowing a lump, causing you to let out a chuckle.

“Actually, I have a better punishment” you spoke up, and Jungkook lifted his brow in curiosity.

“What is it?” he asked, and you slowly leaned into his ear.

“No sex for a month”

Jungkook’s eyes widened in horror, “now way!” he cut in. You giggled and pushed past him, walking away.

“Baby you can’t do that” he argued as he turned around to follow you behind.

𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗗

@𝗷𝗸𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰

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say yes to me — jjk

Jungkook and you pulled apart a long time ago, but despite having two vastly different lives now, you can't seem to get rid of each other — resulting in you making really stupid decisions.

𝜗𝜚 pairing: ex bf!jungkook x fem!reader

𝜗𝜚 genre: exes with benefits, exes to lovers, smut, angst

𝜗𝜚 word count: 3.5k

𝜗𝜚 warnings: infidelity, unrequited love? (reader clearly isn't over him), just a tiny bit of angst okay >:(, idol!jk (it's briefly implied), dom jk/sub reader, protected sex, fingering, praising, multiple orgasms, cum play.

a.n.: i wanted to make something silly and lighthearted and this is what i ended up with LOL. this is so cute but also very devilish :D i love it sjsjsjsj

Walking through the indoor parking lot of your apartment building is really not reassuring, especially at night, but what wouldn’t you do for Jungkook?

There’s already a knot in your stomach at the thought of meeting him late at night — 2:15 a.m. if you remember correctly — sneaking out on your boyfriend who was dead asleep when you got out of your apartment. 

Stupid, stupid idea, you keep repeating to yourself. 

You could have just ignored his text and went back to sleep when you still could. Nobody is forcing you — you’re the one to blame. You’re a bad person, a really fucking bad person.

It’s wrong, and you know it, but you want it so bad. So fucking badly that it keeps you up at night, wondering when will he reach out, if he’s even thinking about you like you do every night… And when he eventually does, like today, you immediately look at your phone to read his message. 

You leave him on delivered at first, wanting to punish him for making you wait for so long, but you always fail and reply to him 10 minutes later. 

You notice his car, parked away far from the elevator. You gulp, feeling anxious, and bring your phone up to your face to unlock it. It opens directly to your conversation with Jungkook.

[01:50] Jungkook: i’m here

When you saw it, you sat on your bed for at least 5 minutes, hearing your boyfriend’s breathing just beside you. It only took one glance at him to convince yourself to get up and lock you up in the bathroom. 

You brought with you an outfit that you had prepared exactly for this, an outfit you chose knowing it’d probably please him. One last coat of gloss on your lips and you were done, silently closing the entrance door behind you, walking up to the elevator with your cheeks burning in shame. 

Alone with your thoughts, brought back to old memories, ones that you’d prefer to forget, but inevitably go back to because they’re the only thing that brings you the slightest of satisfaction in your life. 

Memories of his smile and laugh, his breath brushing over the back of your neck. 

There was a time where he could — would — hold your hips and make them sway against him in public, in front of everyone without a care in the world. Pull you into the bathrooms, fuck you against a stall with his hand over your mouth. 

You arrive at his car and knock on the tinted window, waiting until he opens the door for you. Jungkook sits back in his seat as you enter, tapping on his cigarette to make the ashes drop to the ground, his arm leaned over the rolled down window. 

He turns to you, “how’re you doing?” he asks, bringing the cig to his pink lips. 

“Uhm, all good. Just tired, I guess.” You give a short reply, not wanting this to turn into something you’d regret — a serious conversation isn’t what he texted you for. 

He would, though, listen to you. You used to be way more intimate with each other and not just in a sexual way. Jungkook isn’t scared of having a deep talk, but you’re not wrong for thinking it’s not what he’s asking from you. 

He hums in response, slowly blowing the smoke out of his mouth, away from your face. 

You had this conversation before about meeting up so late and it didn’t end particularly well. You didn’t even fuck, which is literally the only reason why you’re seeing each other. 

He said his schedule didn’t allow him anything else, that this was the best he could do, and you added on by telling him you basically felt like a whore, meeting up in the middle of the night like you were a dirty secret. 

He quickly reminded you that you were the one with a dirty secret — an allusion to you cheating on your boyfriend with him. 

You had then gotten out of his car without missing to yank the door shut, going back inside. He didn’t call after you, and it was silly to hope he would, but nevertheless, he still texted you a week after. 

Jungkook takes one last drag before letting go of his cigarette, rolling the window back up, trapping the both of you with the scent of tobacco emanating from him, as well as the manly perfume of his cologne. 

It’s warmer inside his car than outside, making your hands sweaty, but you think it’s rather the fault of your nervousness. 

Jungkook is always… nonchalant, you notice. It’s not a good trait, but not a bad one either. 

He is right now, taking the situation lightly, making small talk. It’s one of the things you’d complain about, but it’s not like he’s doing anything wrong. It’s just making you mad — you’re not sure why. 

There are only a few times when he really shows emotions, like during your last ‘serious’ conversation, or when he fucks you, a more recurrent situation. He’s nothing close to nonchalant when he has you under him, groaning about how much he likes the feel of you. No wonder why you always come back for more. 

You watch him opening the center console and reaching for something inside, handing you one of your gold earrings. 

“It’s yours, found it on the backseats,” he tells you, the jewelry looking so small in the palm of his hand. 

You bite down on your bottom lip before picking up the earring, looking at it in your own hands. 

“I didn’t realize when you were wearing it, but it’s the pair I gifted you… right?” 

“Yes,” you confirm, “for my birthday.” 

You hear your heart beating louder as you still look at the gold piece, a small heart dangling from it. You didn’t mean to get so sentimental about… that.

“Yeah, I remember,” Jungkook says softly as you put the earring inside the front pocket of your jean skirt. A few seconds pass before he takes one of your hands in his. “C’mere.”

You find yourself in his lap, the space between him and the steering wheel really restrained, but with your legs across his thighs and a hand on his shoulder, you manage to move freely. You lay your hand a little bit closer to his neck, fingers touching his skin, almost burning yourself at how hot it is. 

He intertwines your fingers together with your other hand and you look at them, feeling your heart contracting in your chest. Why does he have to be overly romantic? Does he really have to give you what you crave the most, knowing damn well that he’ll take it all back after?

He then lets go to gently caress your arm, traveling up to your breasts. He pulls slightly down on your top, revealing the white lace of your bra. He eyes your cleavage, capturing the beautiful sight he has in front of him. 

“Is this new?” he asks, “never seen that one before. It’s pretty,” Jungkook compliments and you hate how his words affect you so much. 

“Yeah, it’s new,” you whisper back, nodding your head. 

He raises his gaze back up to you, his dark eyes meeting yours in peaceful silence. 

“You dressed yourself up for me?”

Another nod — a bit hesitant, a little shy. 

He cups your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss. It’s long and slow. He’s eager. He wants you. 

He moves his head back, just enough to stop your exchange, but he comes back for more, crashing his mouth on yours. He takes your breath away and you have a hard time following his pace, eventually giving him the lead, his tongue dominating yours. 

His hand shifts down to your neck, his thumb gracing your throat. He breaks the kiss a second time, letting you catch your breath, chest heaving up and down. 

“Such a good girl,” he groans, eyeing you down. “Get in the backseat, ‘kay?” 

You follow his order and get off his lap, wiggling your way over the center console and Jungkook is quick to do the same as you. He joins you and looks at you like you’re his prey, way taller and bulkier than you are. 

The lights of the parking lot are flowing through the car, illuminating Jungkook’s face and allowing you to see his traits. You see his tongue prodding his lip piercing as he sits down, spreading his legs apart. 

He taps the spot between his legs, “here, baby.”  

You then sit where he told you to, your back against his chest. Your hands come in contact with his strong thighs, the material of his jeans rough under your palms, making you want to see them naked on each side of your body. 

He slips his own hands under your skirt, and as you look down at your lap, you watch him dragging your panties down your thighs. They’re the same colour as your bra, and of course, Jungkook notices it. 

“Matching set, I see,” he chuckles, “made yourself all pretty for me…” he states, and more blood rushes to your face. “I’m a fulfilled man.”

Your panties reach your knees, he only has to push them past them and make them fall to the floor of the car. When they do, you throw them away with your foot, your cunt now totally exposed and Jungkook absolutely takes advantage of that. 

He taunts you with his big hands, fingertips brushing over your thighs. “I think…” he softly murmurs beside your ear, hands caressing your skin and inching up toward your crotch, “someone needs me there.” 

You let out a gasp when he puts his fingers where he knows your clit is. 

Gentle touch, pressing down just perfectly how you need it to feel the pleasure throughout your entire body. Lips kissing the juncture between your neck and shoulder, legs opening on themselves, offering yourself to Jungkook. 

He rubs your clit in tight circles, and by the pace he’s going, he’s trying to make it last the longest. But going at that pace also serves as a way to turn you into a puddle of mush in his hands. 

“Fuck, faster,” you breathe out, your head lolling back onto Jungkook’s shoulder. “Please…”

“Faster, huh?” he chuckles, “you’re a greedy little thing,” he teases, but still gives you what you want. He grabs the underside of your thighs, lifting them higher. “Here, hold them for me, baby.”

And so you hold your thighs high up for Jungkook, giving him better access to your pussy. He keeps an arm around your waist while his inked fingers go down to your sticky folds, passing his digits through them, feeling how wet you are when he’s barely touched you yet. 

“Look at this,” Jungkook purrs, speaking right beside your ear, “all wet and sticky… What’s gotten you all messy like that, princess?” 

He circles your entrance with his fingers, smearing your wetness everywhere, teasing you even more, wanting you to beg him to finally give you something — anything.

You moan out when he penetrates you with two fingers, pushing in until he’s knuckles deep inside of you. They’re so big you have to gnaw at your bottom lip, holding yourself back from crying out too loudly.

Your nails sink into the plush of your thighs, leaving small dots on your skin. He gently pecks the side of your face, contrasting with the way he thrusts his fingers into your soaked pussy, squelching noises echoing in the car. Despite having felt the intrusion of his fingers in you many times before, you’re still not used to it. He’s just so imposing. 

His free hand makes its way up to your tits, still covered by your top, but not for so long. Jungkook lifts your shirt over your breasts and then slips his hand in the cups of your bra, pulling them out. Your nipples immediately harden as they are exposed to the air, Jungkook groping them lewdly, feeling your soft flesh under his rough palm. 

You moan in pleasure as he does a little hook with his fingers, petting the sweet spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. “Right there!” you quickly exclaim, warning Jungkook that he’s found the right spot. “Fuck, please, Jungkook,” you whine, begging him to continue what he’s doing. 

“There?” he repeats to make sure and you repeatedly nod your head. You’re so wet that each time he thrusts in, your pussy makes squelching noises, and his fingers are all soaked, sliding in you so smoothly. “Okay, okay… I got you,” he assures you. 

He’s studied you so well he knows all your exact reactions, where to apply pressure and when to accelerate, he even knows how much time it takes to make you cum — with all that knowledge about your pussy, he’s the only man that can truly procure you pleasure.

With his thumb, he toys with your clit, rubbing it from side to side, knowing it brings you close to your orgasm in no time all while fucking his fingers into you. 

You feel the coil in your stomach tightening, and then it builds up very fast. 

Hips rolling over Jungkook’s hand, back arching and your face twisting up in pleasure. You cum all over his fingers, hole quivering and gaping, sucking his digits in. 

An intense wave of pleasure washes over you, giving you an euphoric release. It’s so good it has your eyes all watery, mouth babbling incoherent words that sound like Jungkook’s name. 

You have no strength to hold your thighs up anymore, and so you give up, Jungkook’s gently rubbing and patting your pussy, driving you off your high. 

“Aw, you’re so, so messy, baby,” he coos, raising his hand up to your face to show you the state his fingers are in. “Look at this.” 

You watch him parting his fingers, strings of your arousal attached to them. After that he goes down to play with your pussy again, only to have you whine in disapproval. 

“No, no, still sensitive,” you mumble out, gripping his wrist and closing your legs around his hand. 

“Okay,” he softly chuckles, “I’ll stop.” You open your legs and he then retrieves his hand. “D’you want to continue?” 

He doesn’t even have to ask, of course you do. 

This is the only time you can see him, feel him and touch him… Ending this so short would be so stupid of you. Like seeing him in the first place. 

“Mhm,” you nod, gulping down. “Want you inside.”

“Fuck, me too, baby,” he literally moans out, and you know he’s not kidding. You can feel his bulge against you and he’s rock hard. 

He makes you sit between his legs instead of on his lap so he can reach the zipper of his jeans. He doesn’t wait to free his cock, springing up to slap against his stomach covered by his t-shirt, pulsating hard and leaking pre-cum. 

He quickly dives in his front pocket, pulling out what he was searching for; a condom. You almost forgot that this thing is a priority in your relationship — whatever kind of relationship you have. You can’t blame him, though. It was your decision. 

He tears off the top of the package with his teeth, taking the condom out. He rolls it down his cock with expertise, having done this exact same movement many times before — in your presence and the presence of other women you force yourself to not think about. 

“Okay,” he breathes out, “ready?” You nod your head, lifting your hips up with your hands on his thighs as leverage. Jungkook guides you with one hand on your hip and the other gripping the base of his cock, aligning his head with your entrance. “Do you feel me?”

“Oh, my- yes,” you answer, gaping as you feel his tip nudging your pussy, right where your hole is. 

“Good, you can-” he starts, but he’s easily distracted by the sight of his head passing through your dewy folds, “you can slowly sit down…” 

And so you do, gradually sinking down on his cock, taking big breaths as you impale yourself on him. You can feel the rubber of the condom against your walls, depriving you of the real and warm feeling of him, but Jungkook doesn’t care to mind, groaning his pleasure of having you around him. 

You wish you could see his face, well, without having to contort your neck all the way around to just cast the side of his face. The car doesn’t allow you that, or rather he doesn’t let it happen. 

Oh, you’ve tried convincing him to get on top of you, to just lay you down across the backseats and take you there, but “we’d be too cramped like that”. 

But if this isn’t the only way you can have him, you will comply.

When you finally sit on him, his cock all the way inside you, you don’t start moving right away — you stay there for a little, pussy clenching around him, feeling the burn of the wide stretch. 

“Goddamn, I’m so…” he swallows, wetting his pink lips, “deep inside you, baby.” You only whine in response, breathing heavily. He takes a hold of the back of your knees, bringing your legs up, thighs almost touching your stomach, and dares asking, “how far do you feel me?”

You hum, a bit too cockdrunk, placing a hand just under your belly button. “Here…” 

This seems to please him a lot, groaning appreciatively. 

“Shit. I’m gonna move, ‘kay, princess? Stay steady for me,” he instructs and you nod again, the only response you can give him. 

Holding you by the knees and his feet planted on the floor of the car, he begins to thrust up into you. You can’t help but moan out, your head against his shoulder, and your left hand going up to grip his hair. His black locks slip through your fingers, the hair at the nape of his neck a little damp from the sweat. 

“D’you like that?” He asks, pounding his cock into you sensually, turning his head to the side to look at your fucked up face. You bounce your head as a yes and he catches onto that, cooing at you. “Yeah? My good girl likes it when I fuck her little cunt with my cock?”

“So much,” you breathlessly say, pulling on his hair and bringing him for a long, sloppy kiss. His tongue fights yours, but you know you already lost the battle — you can’t resist him.

He scoots further down the seat, now moving freely, his thrusts becoming more rough and rapid, literally knocking the air out of your lungs. You can’t keep up with his lips on yours no more, and so you have to break the kiss, whining out at the same occasion. 

“Gonna cum, baby?” 

“Yes!”

For the next few seconds, all that escapes your mouth is ‘Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook!’ and some more moans that are just straight up pornographic. Your boobs bounce up at the pace of his thrusts, and to make you fold even more, he pecks you all along your throat up to your jaw, leaving a wet trail behind. 

Before you can even collect your thoughts, another orgasm — way more intense and earth-shattering than the first one — passes through you, legs shaking in Jungkook’s hold and toes curling. 

“Oh, fuck!” He curses just after your high, your pussy clenching and unclenching sending him over the edge and spilling into the condom. He lazily moves his hips, making sure he gets everything out before pulling out of you.

His cock rests against your pussy, gently laying your legs back down, while you both catch your breaths. 

Jungkook buries his nose into your hair, murmuring how good you smell, making you laugh. 

“I sure don’t smell as good after that,” you retort, but he still nuzzles your hair, kissing the top of your head. 

“You smell the best after sex,” he says, running his palms over your stomach. 

Watching him leave the parking lot is when reality comes back to you. Harsh and heartbreaking. 

You and Jungkook aren’t together. Not anymore. 

Your boyfriend is sleeping not even a few floors above your head. Sleeping in your bed, not suspecting a thing. Or maybe he does suspect something, you don’t know.

When you get back into your apartment, you go pee and change into your pyjamas, making sure to get rid of any trace of Jungkook. His kisses, his scent, the bruises he left. Everything has to go.

[03:04] Jungkook: thinking about you

... Even his number.

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stay with me | jjk

❝ maybe staying another night at your boyfriend’s isn’t such a bad idea ❞

[ PAIRING ] : jeon jungkook x reader

[ GENRE ] : established relationship au + smut and a smudge of fluff

[ WORD COUNT ] : 6k

[ WARNINGS ] : oral sex, some real good tongue technology on jungkook’s part, fingering, overstimulation, penetrative sex, creampie, LOTS AND LOTS of dirty talk, jk calls oc ‘baby’ and ‘pretty girl’ way too many times, oc worried that her bf is going to get tired of her, some mentions of anxiety, jk is the sweetest bf and even sweeter at sex, there is barely any plot and just a lot of sex im so sorry 

[ AUTHOR’S NOTE ] : i’m on my period and i got horny and then this happened

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I love when you talk nurturing to me.

hello my loves, happy wednesday! welcome back to regular uploads (rip thirst week lol) and you know what that means…mega fluff. this particular piece was requested by a few different people, but it was all the same general idea: DOTING. ON. JUNGKOOK. which is just…such a dream, right? anyways, i hope you all enjoy this. thanks to my requesters who have waited SO patiently for this to be written, i hope it was worth it!!!

tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy, @the1921-monsters genre: fluff warnings: jungkook’s tired and kind of overworking himself :( oc takes care of him though bc duh word count: 2.6k

Jungkook hated his boots. 

Well, not all the time. Most of the time, Jungkook loved his boots. 

But right at this moment, he hated how heavy they were, weighing him down further than his already sore muscles as he trudged up the stairs to your numbered doorway. 

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j.jk, unwind.

pairings. jungkook 𝐱 afab reader genres. smut 𝐱 brief fluff

unwind. when you had a long day at work and jeongguk wanted you to unwind both emotionally and physically.

warnings. vulgar language, sexual themes, soft dom!jk + sub!reader, nicknames, praises, size kink, deux orgasms, f. oral, they’re jus a lil freaky ok, cum-play, unprotected sex [wrap it], rough sex. p.s, jay uses a shit ton of “good” and “baby” because she sucks at writing. there might be some spelling errors, sorry!

j 𓃭　hi, my babies.. it’s me. this fic’s a combination of two drabbles i’d written a while back, but decided to put them together in hopes of forgiveness for barely posting. thank you so much for the attention on my posts too, it really motivated me to continue writing along with getting high & drinking four cups of coffee each day. oh, and gma jk had a serious chokehold on me while i wrote this. now, if this flops then.. uhh. enjoy reading, sweet babies, let me know your thoughts!!

more than willingly, jungkook had offered to help you unwind after a long day at work. he made sure to listen to you speak about the tough day and reassured you that you were giving enough. stating he was proud of you and your efforts that your co-workers and bosses don’t seem to recognize. which, of course, pissed him off.

anyhow.

it’s quite sweet, isn’t it? slowly, the conversation led to the act of eating you out like a starved man, physically wanting—no, needing—you to unwind on his tongue instead. he lied your delicate body on the wide part of the gray, l-sofa and set his white, plush pillow underneath your poor, overthinking head.

your legs are risen atop the width of his strong shoulders, hands under your thighs to intertwine his fingers with yours, letting your joined hands rest on your hips.

once in a while, his hands just habitually wonder up to your tits that overflow in his hands, squeezing the soft flesh. a touch so sweet and effective, especially when his fingers would flick or twist a hard bud.

“awh, shit..” you hiss, mouth agape as you look down into jungkook’s dark, hazy orbs. fuck it, might as well just cum by looking at him. however, two long fingers plunge into your soppy hole effortlessly due to your state, a coat of wetness and cream on his skin.

with a curl of his fingers, he meets jackpot and that’s apparent as your back arches against the couch, brows furrowed while a loud, pornographic moan leaves your lips. your legs bend at the knees, and you try to squirm but jungkook sprawls out a large hand on your lower stomach to keep you still.

“aah—fuck! how’re you so good?” you pant while running your fingers through his hair, hips tilting to press your core further against his mouth, the tip of his tongue prodding within your pussy.

letting out a deep groan against your pelvis, lewd sounds of “pops” and slurping happen before he’s tonguing at your swollen clit. pink, puffy lips wrapped around it, sucking and using a little bit of teeth.

“c’mon baby, that’s it,” he praises against your core, words contrasting the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that stirs within your tummy. “come for me.”

the built-up coil within snaps, creamy substance leaking out of your abused hole. “there ya go,” your boyfriend says in a low, gruff voice, retreating back down to quaff down everything you have to offer.

“taste so fuckin’ good, baby,” jungkook says as he soon pulls away from your cunt, and you watch the way his nose, lips and chin glisten from your release. “you’re able to take more, yeah? what d’you say?” he croons.

“mmmhm..!” you hum. chuckling, he leans down and presses a tender kiss on your inner thigh.

♱

you softly speak as you bat your lashes at him, “gguk, lemme ride you. i wanna do something for yo—”

“ain’t happening. not today,” jungkook states, shutting down your offer. usually, he’d let you do whatever the hell you wanted, but today, he’s on a mission. “and, you’re already doing somethin’ for me by doin’ letting me do this.”

“..just lay there all pretty f’me and i’ll make you cum again. you’d like that, yeah?” he asks, you lightly nod with a pout. “gonna make you feel good, baby,” jungkook adds, and your pussy clenches around nothing, but you could feel a glob of longing threatening to slip out.

“need you in me, kook. want your cum in me..” you babble, ending with a soft whine as you watch him strip himself of his clothes. starting with his white singlet, then the losing sweatpants and usual ck boxers that hang dangerously low on his hips. “you’re so handsome.”

he shyly chuckles at the compliment, and you refrain from screaming.

your sweet, sweet jungkook.

unfortunately, all you can do is sigh.

said man hovers over you, a strong arm prompting his body up to avoid crushing his girlfriend that looks so tiny compared to him. “my pretty baby,” he coos, a hand rising to gently tuck a strand of damp hair behind your ear.

round eyes stare up at him, lashes a little bit wet and clumped together due to the intense pleasure that you’d received earlier. your heart heavily beats against your rib cage, butterflies invading within your stomach.

how does he do it? fuck, he makes you feel like a schoolgirl in love with her crush all over again.

reaching a hand out, you sneak it down his sculpted chest, then down to his engorged cock. jungkook lets out an shaky exhale when you wrap your hand around it, pumping and running a thumb over his tip while he watches how small your hand appears beside his length.

a pearly glob of pre-cum runs down the cherry-tinted, mushroomy-shaped tip—but before it could slide down further, you let it trickle onto the pad of your thumb, bringing it up to your mouth and spreading a bit on your lower lip, before sinking your thumb into your mouth.

it all happens too fast for his brain to comprehend, letting everything flow within comfortable silence.

jungkook watches with dusky eyes, hooded and clouded with lust. the substance only coats your tongue, and a hand’s placed at the back of his neck before he knows it, inching his lips closer to meet yours. cock twitching between you, a moan’s shared between two at the taste of him.

“jungkook, please.” you whimper, back arching as he lazily sucks on your sweet spot. “i’m so fucking wet, there’s a whole river coming out of me,” you state, squeezing your thighs together which adds proof to your claim.

“i can see that, princess,” he says with a sleazy grin, bottom lip bit down by his pretty top teeth. a hand pries open your legs, large hand cupping your heat.

could see it and feel it.

long, tatted fingers fingers move to wrap around the base of his cock, and you salivate at the sight of prominent veins in his hands, running up his thick forearms. the tip’s slapped against your entrance, teasing you further and you think of telling him to fuckin’ put it in—but he’s already sinking in inches.

no matter how much times this man nestles within, you always find yourself having to adjust to his size. the fullness, the imprint of him that forms within your stomach and stops right below your belly button.

mouth agape, drool seeping down the sides of your lips, you let out choked uh’s and multiple moans. “r-right there!” jungkook hisses at your words, dark brows furrowed as he looks down, watching how you suck him in.

“yeah? right.. there?”

your boyfriend iteratively hits your g-spot, pounding into your pussy as the sounds of lewd skin-slapping fills the room with mixed moans. “s’fuckin tight,” he rasps out, sclera’s solely visible as his eyes roll back.

shit, you genuinely think you’re near done as you stare at him.

your legs remain pressed against his hips, his hands gripping at the flesh of your thighs, fingers digging into your soft skin. your heels dig against the back of his own, and your hands loosely hold his wrists.

“c’mon, baby, take it f’me.” he groans, a layer of sweat coating his hairline and arms, trickling down the muscles of his neck just a bit. the way the fat of your tits bounce against your chest catches his attention, so a hand leaves a side of your thigh and grabs at a tit.

kneading and squeezing the flesh, flicking the nipple here and there, you toss your head back onto the pillow behind your head, letting out a loud gasp as you clench around his shaft that’s all messy with your liquid. “jungkook—fuck, fuck—fuck!”

the knot within of your stomach slowly undoes itself, and you let go of the pleasurable, burning sensation and cum over his cock. jungkook doesn’t take long to follow right after, a low, throaty groan leaving him. “fuck yeah. did so good for me, baby. my good girl.”

you pant, tip of your tongue darting out to swipe your lower lip. “needed you today so badly..” you softly say, gently wrapping your hands around his neck to pull him flush against your body.

“enough. i’m gonna fuckin’ crush you to death—shit, can you breathe?” jungkook worries, hands at the side of your waist and he slightly lifts his upper half, looking down at your grin with narrowed, bewildered eyes.

“please, crush me. crawl into my skin if you need to,” you plead and he softly chuckles. “i was just in you two seconds ago, baby.”

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( 전정국 ) . . . BURNING HOUR jeon jungkook

❪ synopsis ❫ there’s nothing better than spending an entire day at your boyfriend’s yatch, tanning and waiting for the sunset with a drink in your hand… too bad your boyfriend had other plans for you.

❪ warnings ❫ SMUT ! including : unprotected sex, rough sex, public sex but not really public, missionary, doggy, kook’s dirty, dirty mouth, nipple play, oral sex (f receiving), fingering + fluff <3 ! this work is fiction and therefore it does not represent the real jungkook !

The sun was beginning its slow descent toward the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the endless stretch of sea. The air was thick with the scent of salt and the faint perfume of sunscreen, mixing with the distant sound of waves gently lapping against the hull of the yacht. You stretched out lazily on the sun deck, the soft cushion beneath you perfectly cradling your body as you soaked in the last rays of the day.

The sunlight kissed your skin, its warmth like a lover’s embrace, wrapping you tenderly. A slight breeze brushed against your skin, playful and refreshing, teasing strands of your hair as they fluttered across your face.

The only sounds that mattered were the gentle swish of water and the occasional chirping of birds.

The yacht was your private paradise – a place you liked to escape to whenever you felt like it – and today, it felt like nothing could disturb this perfect moment.

Except your boyfriend.

You loved Jungkook more than anything in the world, you really did. He was the reason why you were lucky enough to relax in this yatch, after all.

But ‘relax’ is not a word that usually took part in his dictionary.

From the moment you boarded this morning, Jungkook had been bursting with energy, bouncing around the yacht like a kid on a sugar high. He wanted to do everything and do it together.

First, he insisted on a little snorkeling to ‘check out the fish,’ and when you declined, he moved on to trying to teach you how to steer the yacht, laughing as you awkwardly fumbled with the controls.

You indulged him here and there, even letting him drag you through a few rounds of jet skiing, much to his surprise.

“I swear if you wet my hair I’m gonna leave you right here in the middle of the ocean.”

Jungkook simply laughed at your words, expertly manoeuvring the jet ski to go faster, enjoying your little screams of terror as you tightened your grip on him.

It took you over an hour to convince him to take you back to the yatch, only wanting to lie down and let the sun take care of you.

But Jungkook was relentless. His eyes twinkled with that mischievous spark that told you he was far from done with his plans.

In the afternoon, he spent a good half hour trying to coax you into the water for a swim. “Come on, it’s the perfect temperature! Just a quick dip!” he pleaded, flashing you that charming grin that usually got him anything he wanted. But you stayed firm, citing the need to work on your tan, which earned you a playful pout.

“No way, Kook. This is the perfect hour to get tanned.” You reasoned and he rolled his eyes in response.

“To get burned…” he murmured to himself, although loud enough for you to to hear it.

In the end, you won that small battle, and he finally gave up, albeit with an exaggerated sigh and a promise that you were missing out.

With one last cheeky wink, he dove off the side of the yacht into the shimmering blue, disappearing beneath the surface.

You thought that was the end of it — that he’d entertain himself for a while, and you’d finally get some peace. But it wasn’t long before you heard a growing noise near by. The kind that tingled at the base of your spine, making you glance up from beneath your sunglasses.

Jungkook emerged from the water like something out of a dream, climbing the ladder with water streaming down his bronzed skin.

His raven hair clung to his forehead, framing his sharp features in a way that made your heart skip a beat. The sun caught on the droplets that clung to his skin, casting him in a golden light that was almost too perfect. His tattoos – colourful ink tracing the length of his muscular arm in intricate designs – stood out starkly against his tanned skin, and his abs, toned and glistening, flexed with every move.

He caught you staring, and a slow, knowing smirk spread across his lips. “The offer still stands, baby,” he teased, his voice low and playful, as he ran a hand through his wet hair.

You tried to ignore the flutter in your chest, pretending to be annoyed by his antics. But it was impossible not to notice how the light played off his body, how he was all lean muscle and effortless grace.

He stepped closer, drops of water trailing down his chest, and you could feel the warmth of his presence mingling with the lingering heat of the sun.

Maybe you had been too fast in turning down that swim after all.

Jungkook stood over you, casting a playful shadow across your sun-drenched body. His smirk hadn’t faded, and you could see the glint of mischief in his eyes – dark, intense, and utterly captivating.

He tilted his head, droplets of water still clinging to his skin, and let his gaze travel slowly down your body, focusing on the way your swimsuit covered… little to no skin.

“You sure you don’t want to join me?” he asked, his voice soft, almost a purr, as he leaned down closer. “The water’s really nice at this hour.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to keep your cool, but the way he looked at you made it impossible not to smile. “I’m perfectly fine up here, thank you very much.”

He chuckled, low and deep, the sound sending a shiver down your spine despite the warm late afternoon air. “Is that so? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re missing out.”

You narrowed your eyes, catching the teasing tone in his voice. “And from where I’m lying, it looks like you’re trying to guilt-trip me into jumping in with you. Not gonna happen, Jungkook.”

He grinned, biting his bottom lip as if considering something. “Oh, is that how it is? Not even if I ask nicely?”

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’ for emphasis. You turned your attention back to your drink, feigning disinterest, even though you could feel his gaze still locked on you.

Jungkook leaned in even closer, close enough that you could smell the saltwater on his skin, feel the cool droplets that fell from his hair onto your heated skin.

“You know, I can be pretty persuasive when I want to be,” he murmured, his voice all smooth confidence.

You fought back a smile. “Not persuasive enough.”

For a moment, it seemed like he’d given up, retreating a few steps back. You relaxed into your cushion, pleased with yourself for holding your ground.

But then, in a flash, Jungkook’s expression changed – a wicked grin spreading across his face as he straightened up, muscles flexing with purpose.

Before you could even process what was happening, he lunged forward, scooping you up in one swift motion.

“Jungkook!” you squealed, your drink spilling as he lifted you effortlessly into his arms, cradling you against his chest like a bride on her wedding day.

He laughed, the sound pure delight, and you couldn’t help but laugh along. You struggled half-heartedly, but his grip was strong, unyielding, and you knew it was useless to resist.

“Put me down!” you demanded, though your laughter betrayed any real seriousness.

“Gladly,” he said with a devilish grin, “but not here.”

Your eyes widened as you realized what he meant. “No– Jungkook! don’t you dare–”

But it was too late.

With a playful whoop, Jungkook launched the two of you off the side of the yacht, plunging into the cool blue water below.

The sharp intake of breath, the rush of wind, and then the sudden shock of the sea enveloping you, cool and refreshing against your sun-warmed skin – it all took you by surprise, and yet it was a sensation you rarely felt before.

You surfaced with a gasp, sputtering as you wiped the water from your eyes, only to find Jungkook grinning at you, his hair slicked back, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Told you the water was good,” he teased, splashing it in your direction.

“Oh, you’re so going to pay for that!” you laughed, lunging at him with both hands to splash him back.

The water danced between you, catching the last rays of the sun, turning everything gold as you playfully wrestled in the waves, your laughter mingling with his.

Jungkook's laughter echoed around you, warm and infectious, pulling you even closer to him as you both floated in the cool embrace of the sea.

His arms tightened around your waist, drawing you in until your bodies were flush against each other, his skin slick and warm from the sun, now chilled by the water.

Your eyes met his, and the playful spark in his gaze softened into something deeper, something that made your heart race in a way that had nothing to do with the adrenaline from earlier.

His gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there as if he was silently asking for permission, though you both already knew the answer.

"Come here," he murmured, his voice low and laced with that irresistible confidence, the kind that always made you weak in the knees.

You didn't need to be told twice.

Leaning in, you closed the small gap between you, your lips brushing against his, tentative at first, then bolder as he responded with equal fervour.

Jungkook's hands roamed up your back, fingers splayed wide, holding you tight against him as he kissed you like he couldn't get enough, like he was trying to pour all of his emotions into that one moment.

Your hands found their way to his shoulders, feeling the strength in them as they flexed beneath your touch, your fingers tangling in his wet hair, pulling him closer still.

The water lapped around you, cool and soothing, but your skin burned where it pressed against his, the contrast making your senses tingle.

Then, you let out a soft gasp as you suddenly felt his growing erection pressed against you, making you shiver.

"Jungkook..." you whispered, his name a breathy sigh as your eyes fluttered shut, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Mhm?" he hummed against your ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there as his hands founding the soft skin of your ass, pressing you further against him. "What is it, baby? You know I love it when you say my name like that."

You swallowed, trying to focus, but it was impossible with the way he was touching you, holding you so securely in his arms, making you feel like you were the only thing that mattered.

As Jungkook's hands gripped you tighter, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your ass, you felt your breath hitch, your body responding instinctively to his burning touch.

The feeling of him, hard and insistent against you, sent a rush of warmth through your veins. You bit your lip, unable to find the words as you stared into his piercing eyes.

He chuckled softly, the sound low and rough, vibrating through your chest as he nuzzled against your neck, his lips grazing your skin in a way that made you shiver. "I've wanted this all day, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with want, his breath hot against your ear.

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. Instead, you tightened your grip around his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as if grounding yourself, your body arching instinctively toward him, craving more of his touch.

Sensing your need, Jungkook shifted, his movements deliberate and fluid as he began to guide you back toward the yacht.

His lips never left your skin, trailing soft, teasing kisses along your jawline, up to the corner of your mouth, before capturing your lips once more in a searing kiss. The kiss was hungry, demanding, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that left you breathless, your thoughts spinning out of control.

With a surprising amount of grace, Jungkook lifted you effortlessly out of the water, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried you onto the yacht.

The cool air kissed your wet skin, but it did nothing to quell the heat that burned between you. The world around you seemed to blur, the only clear thing being the feel of his body against yours, the taste of his lips, the roughness of his hands on your body.

Jungkook set you down on the sun-drenched deck, the wood warm beneath you as he hovered over you, his eyes dark with desire.

His hands were everywhere, sliding up your thighs, across your hips, pulling you closer until you could feel every inch of him pressing against you. "Driving me crazy all fucking day," he whispered, his voice rough and breathless as he captured your lips again, his kiss deep and possessive, stealing the air from your lungs.

You moaned softly against his mouth, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him even closer, your body arching into his touch.

Another whimper escaped you as his hands found the hem of your bikini, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin beneath it, sending shivers of anticipation down your spine.

He groaned at the sound coming from your lips, his eyes flickering with something primal as he pulled back just enough to look at you.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky, thick with desire as his gaze roamed over you, taking in every detail, every curve. "So fucking perfect."

Before you could respond, he kissed you again, hard and deep, his hands sliding under your swimsuit, playing with your naked skin as he moaned at your softness.

His cold hand met your heated skin, and you gasped, but Jungkook was already there, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, across your collarbone, lower still as his hands explored every inch of you.

His touch was electrifying, each kiss making you shiver with anticipation. His fingers roamed over your exposed skin, brushing over the swell of your breasts, teasing the sensitive curves before moving lower.

He paused just above the edge of your bikini, his lips lingering as he breathed hotly against your skin.

You moaned softly, arching your back as his lips brushed against your stomach, the sensation almost unbearable. "Jungkook..." you breathed, your voice trembling with a mixture of need and frustration. "Please... I need you."

He lifted his head slightly, his dark eyes meeting yours, glinting with a teasing amusement. "Yeah? You're so demanding now. You’ve been fussy all day and now you need me, huh?”

You could barely respond, the heat pooling between your legs making it hard to focus.

“Please... don't tease me. I need you now..." Your voice became desperate as you squirmed beneath him, trying to bring him closer.

A smirk played at the corners of his lips, and he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin. "Tease you?" he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "You were the one who wanted to keep things calm all day. I'm just giving you what you asked for."

His fingers traced slow, tantalizing circles on your inner thighs, making you shiver with every touch. "I didn't mean it," you admitted, your voice breaking with a mix of frustration and desire. "I want you. I want so bad..."

Jungkook's gaze softened slightly, though the playful glint never entirely left his eyes. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice low and velvety. "You want me now, after all that 'I'm fine on my own' talk?"

You nodded vigorously, your body arching instinctively toward his touch. "Yes," you breathed out. "I want you inside me, Kook… don’t make me wait.”

He let out a soft, approving growl, his fingers finally making contact with the heat of your core, his touch light electrifying.

“Mhmmm,” he let out a sigh of approval at the sight of your arousal, visible through your bikini. “I can’t give in so easily, can I?”

You whined at his words, a pout appearing on your lips. But he simply leaned back with a chuckle, the muscles in his arms rippling as he did so. His eyes never left yours, dark pools of desire that seemed to draw you into them.

With deliberate slowness, he reached up to the strap of your bikini top, tugging it gently downwards until the fabric pooled against your breasts, baring them to his hungry gaze.

His fingers traced over your hardened nipples, pinching and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. “Such pretty tits,” he murmured, leaning forward once more to take one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak before moving onto the other.

Your breath hitched as he lavished attention on your breasts, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. “Jungkook... please...” you begged, writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

Jungkook smirked against your skin, relishing how responsive you were to his touch. He continued his assault on your breasts, sucking and nipping at the soft flesh until it was flushed and marked with his love bites.

Only then did he begin kissing a trail down your stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into your navel.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your bikini bottoms, slowly dragging them down your legs and tossing them aside. Now fully bared to him, Jungkook took a moment to admire the view – your glistening folds already slick with arousal, just begging for his attention.

“Look at you, all wet and ready for me,” he purred, spreading your thighs wider apart. He blew cool air over your heated center, making you shudder and clench. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

“You know exactly what I need,” you whimpered, reaching down to thread your fingers through his hair, urging him closer.

The anticipation was killing you, but you knew that he loved drawing out every last second of pleasure.

Jungkook chuckled lowly at your plea, his hot breath tickling your sensitive flesh as he hovered just above where you needed him most. “So impatient,” he teased, even as he finally dipped his tongue out to taste you, lapping at your swollen clit with slow, torturous strokes.

He focused on that bundle of nerves, flicking and circling it expertly while inserting a finger inside your tight entrance, curving it to stroke that spot deep within you that made stars burst behind your eyelids. “Like this?” he asked, voice muffled against your throbbing heat.

“Fuckfuck... yes!” you cried out, your hips bucking upwards instinctively as he already found that sweet spot. The combination of his finger pumping in and out of you rhythmically and his tongue working magic on your clit left you a moaning mess.

Encouraged by your cries, Jungkook intensified his movements, adding another finger to stretch and fill you further. He pumped his fingers faster now, curling them deeper each time to hit that spot just right.

His tongue became relentless too, alternating between gentle sucks and sharp nips that had sparks shooting through your body. “You taste so fucking good, baby,” he groaned against your slickness, clearly enjoying himself as much as you were.

The dual sensations of his fingers plunging into your depths and his mouth devouring your clit pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your walls clenched tightly around his invading digits, trying to milk them for all they were worth.

“Jungkook! Oh god, I’m gonna–”

Hearing those desperate words escape your lips, Jungkook only increased his pace, driving his fingers deeper and sucking harder on your clit. But instead of giving you what you needed – what both of you craved – he pulled away abruptly.

“Not yet,” he breathed out, his eyes locking onto yours with a look of pure lust. “You're going to wait for me.”

Withdrawing his fingers completely, he moved up along your body again, pressing himself flush against you. His erection was hard and throbbing against your thigh, practically begging for attention.

You let out a frustrated whine at the loss of his touch, feeling empty and unfulfilled. But when he pressed his body against yours, the heat of his arousal seeping into your skin, you couldn't help but moan softly.

“Koo, take this off…” you urge him, your hands sliding down to pull his swim trunks down, the tent of his cock heavy against your pussy.

He chuckled at your eagerness, biting his lower lip as he watched your desperate movements.

“Impatient little thing…” he muttered, as he helped you stripping off his swimsuit bottoms completely, freeing his massive cock which bounced heavily free.

Leaning down, Jungkook captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue dominating yours as he lined himself up at your dripping entrance. He teased you mercilessly, rubbing the head of his thick dick along your soaked folds without entering you fully.

A shaky moan escaped your lips as you felt his hard length nudging insistently at your entrance, coating itself in your slick arousal. Your nails raked down his back desperately, urging him closer, silently begging him to fill you up.

Your hips bucked up involuntarily, trying to impale yourself on his thick shaft, but he held you down firmly with a warning growl.

“Ah ah ah, not yet,” Jungkook tutted disapprovingly, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. He continued grinding against you, his rock-hard cock sliding between your slippery folds and bumping against your aching clit with each thrust.

“You want my big dick stuffed deep inside this tight little cunt, don't you?” he growled filthily in your ear, punctuating his words with a particularly rough grind. “Beg for it. Beg me to fuck you senseless.”

One hand released your wrists to roughly palm your breast, kneading the soft flesh and tweaking your nipple almost painfully. His teeth grazed the side of your neck possessively as he awaited your response, still refusing to grant you the satisfaction of his thick length stretching you open.

Your chest heaved with ragged breaths, your breasts bouncing with each movement of his hand. “Just fuck me, Jungkook!” you pleaded, your voice thick with desire. “Fuck– just… just do it.”

His dirty words only fueled your arousal further, making your pussy clench and drip even more copiously.

“Not good enough, baby,” Jungkook purred, his voice low and seductive. He kept teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock, coating himself in your slick juices.

“I want to hear you say it. Tell me how badly you need my dick splitting you open. Beg me to ruin this perfect little pussy.”

His free hand slid down your body, finding your swollen clit and rubbing it in firm circles. "Be a good girl and ask nicely, and maybe I'll give you what you want."

He continued his movements, bringing you right to the brink of orgasm before pulling away completely. Over and over, he denied you release, leaving you a panting, needy mess underneath him.

"Please, Jungkook…” you sobbed, finally succumbing to him, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes.

Your hips bucked wildly, seeking friction anywhere you could get it. But without his thick length filling you, it wasn't enough. You were desperate, utterly consumed by your lust for him.

"I'll do anything, just please fuck me now pleasepleaseplease…” you begged, your voice cracking with desperation.

Your words got interrupted by a sudden, loud moan of his name coming from your lips when he finally thrusted forward, burying himself balls-deep inside you without giving you any time to adjust.

“Ah fuck...” he grunted out loud, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he watched your face contort with pleasure. “That's it, baby. Take my cock like the good little slut you are.”

With a firm grip on your hips, he started pounding into you relentlessly, each thrust driving his massive member deeper into your quivering walls.

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he pistoned in and out of you, his girthy cock hitting all the right spots inside you. Each powerful thrust sent jolts of electricity through your body, building up the pressure in your core.

“Yes, yes, yes! Harder Jungkook! Fuck me harder!” you demanded, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him impossibly deeper.

The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed across the deck of the yacht, mixing with your wanton moans and his guttural groans.

The sound of your voice screaming for more only spurred him on. Jungkook grabbed your thighs tighter, spreading them wide apart to allow for even deeper penetration. His strokes grew erratic, driven by pure animalistic lust as he sought to claim every inch of your body.

“Fuck, you're so tight...” he gasped out between thrusts, reaching down to circle your clit with his thumb in an attempt to push you over the edge. “Take it all... Every last inch of my cock.”

You mentally sighed in relief for being completely alone in the middle of the ocean, far away from the coast, because otherwise everyone would have heard your loud cries of pleasure.

And so you continued, crying out loud, your inner walls fluttering around his pulsating length. Your orgasm was approaching rapidly, ready to crash over you like a tidal wave.

“Make me cum, please make me cum!” you begged, your voice filled with desperation.

As much as he wanted to see you lose control under him, Jungkook knew he had other plans first – he still had to punish you for being so fussy with him all day.

He flipped you over onto your stomach, dragging your ass up towards him and positioning himself behind you. Grabbing hold of your hips, he gave a final, forceful thrust that buried his cock even deeper than before.

“We’re nowhere near done, baby,” he breathed hotly against your ear, reaching around to tease your swollen clit again. “You'll come when I say so.”

Your body trembled as he pulled out until just the tip remained inside you, then slammed back in with brutal force. You cried out in shock and pleasure, your fingers scrabbling against the wooden deck beneath you.

“Yes, god yes, just like that!” you wailed, your hips rocking back to meet his punishing thrusts. The new angle allowed him to hit even deeper, the head of his cock hitting your g-spot with every stroke.

“Yeah? You love taking my dick, don't you? You love feeling me split you open..." he whispered hoarsely in your ear, punctuating each word with a deep, punishing thrust.

The sight of your body moving so sensually beneath him, coupled with the feel of your slick walls gripping his cock, was intoxicating. Jungkook picked up speed, slamming into you over and over with relentless abandon.

“You’re so good for me…” he moaned, his voice breaking slightly as his hands moved all over your body. “My perfect girl.”

Your mind was lost in the haze of pleasure, unable to form coherent thoughts anymore. All you could focus on was the overwhelming sensation of his throbbing cock tearing through your inner walls, the delicious pain mingling with intense pleasure.

“Jungkook...!” you whimpered, feeling your climax building at the base of your spine. “I'm gonna... Oh God, I'm going to...”

Hearing your impending orgasm, Jungkook slowed his pace, dragging his engorged length along your swollen clit and through your dripping entrance. With a strong grip on your hair, he tilted your head back to expose your neck for his affectionate kisses and bites.

“Just wait... Just wait for me,” he murmured against your skin, peppering kisses down your shoulder blades before capturing your lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. “Let me fill you up, baby.”

You felt dizzy with need, your entire body trembling from the intensity of your impending release. Jungkook's tender kisses and loving caresses were a stark contrast to the rough, almost violent way he had been fucking you moments ago, sending shivers down your spine.

“Please...” you whimpered against his lips, your tongue darting out to tangle with his own. “I can't... I need...”

Your words dissolved into incoherent babble as you writhed helplessly beneath him, your hips bucking involuntarily for more stimulation.

Feeling your body tense and quake beneath him, Jungkook knew you were teetering on the edge. With a low growl, he pulled out of you completely, leaving you empty and aching for his return.

“Wait a little more, baby, I know you can." His sweet yet commanding tone made you whine, but before you could say anything he spun you around to face him.

Lifting you up, he pinned you against the railing of the yacht, your legs wrapped around his waist as he positioned his cock at your entrance once more.

You instinctively clung to him, your arms looping around his neck as your legs tightened around his waist. You felt the cool metal of the railing pressed against your back, a welcome contrast to the heat emanating off both of your bodies.

You looked up at him with pleading eyes, grinding your hips against his in a futile attempt to relieve some of the ache pulsing between your thighs.

He smirked down at you, seeing the raw desire etched into your features. Gripping your hips firmly, he slid back inside you in one fluid motion, stretching you gloriously around his girth.

“That's it, baby… take all of me,” he groaned out, starting to move slowly this time, savoring the feeling of your tightness enveloping him inch by inch.

His thrusts became increasingly deep and deliberate, designed to draw out your pleasure rather than simply satisfy his own needs.

The slow, torturous rhythm he set had you panting and moaning, your hands fisting in his hair as you tried to guide his movements. Every single inch of his cock stretched and filled you perfectly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

“God, Jungkook... please... I need to cum,” you pleaded, your voice laced with desperation.

His pace quickened at your desperate pleas, his hips pounding into yours in a relentless rhythm. Grasping your wrists, he held them above your head, pinning them against the cold railing.

“You’ve been teasing me all day…” he whispered, his voice strained with pleasure. “And now look at you. So desperate for me.” His thrusts grew rougher, more demanding, driving him closer to the edge as well.

The sensation of being taken so roughly sent sparks flying through your nervous system, your body shaking uncontrollably. Each powerful thrust sent vibrations rippling across your skin, making your nipples harden further.

“More... I want more,” you begged, your eyes locked onto his with a wild intensity.

He grinned wickedly at your plea, feeling the power surge within him. Thrusting harder and faster, he watched your breasts bounce with each impact, the hardened nipples begging for attention.

“Like this?” he asked, leaning down to take a nipple between his teeth gently while maintaining his furious pace. A moan tore itself from his throat as he felt your walls tighten around him, signaling your impending orgasm.

Your back arched sharply as he suckled on your sensitive nipple, the dual sensations of his mouth on your breast and his cock pistoning in and out of you becoming too much to bear.

“Yes! Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” you screamed, your nails digging into his shoulders as he kept going.

Feeling your nails dig into his skin only spurred him on further. He released your nipple with a wet pop, his gaze locked onto yours as he drove into you relentlessly.

“Cum for me, baby,” he commanded, his voice husky with lust. His thrusts became erratic as he chased his own release, the coil in his lower abdomen tightening unbearably. “Make a mess on this fucking cock, c’mon.”

Your body tensed, every muscle pulled taut as your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave. A silent scream tore from your throat, your vision whiting out as pure ecstasy consumed you. Your walls clenched around him, milking his cock.

“Yes, yes, yes!” you chanted deliriously, your hips bucking wildly against his as you rode out the intense waves of pleasure.

The feeling of your pussy spasming around him pushed Jungkook over the edge. With a guttural moan, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock twitching as he emptied himself inside of you.

“Yes, fuck... take it all, baby,” he groaned, his hips jerking sporadically as he rode out his own intense orgasm. He collapsed against you, his weight pressing you into the railing as you both struggled to catch your breath.

"That was amazing," he mumbled into your neck, placing soft kisses along your sweat-dampened skin.

You were left limp and quivering in his embrace, your heart racing and your body still humming with aftershocks of pleasure. As he peppered your neck with gentle kisses, you let out a sigh, your fingers trailing lazily through his hair.

After a moment of silence, you couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh. “Jungkook,” you called his name, and he responded with a muffled sound against your neck. “You’re about to make me fall on the water.”

He let out a laughter at your words, purposely tightening his grip on you as he pushes your body harder against the railing.

“Jungkook!” you tried to push him off, although you couldn’t help the giggles escaping your lips. “I swear if I end up in the water again…”

He let out a laugh, the sound warm and intimate against your ear. “Alright, alright,” he said, easing his grip and helping you regain your balance. “But c’mon, you really think I’d throw you in the water?”

You looked up at him, raising your eyebrows. “You really want me to answer that?” You ask with a playful smirk.

Jungkook’s laughter softened as he looked into your eyes, his expression turning tender. “Okay, you’ve got me,” he said, easing his hold and helping you settle back comfortably. “I guess I might have thought about it a little.”

You both chuckled, the playful tension fading into a warm, affectionate quiet. Jungkook gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch light and reassuring. “I promise I won’t let you fall,” he murmured, his voice sincere and soft as he grabs your hand, walking inside the deck, before embracing you in a comforting hug.

You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “Good,” you replied, smiling up at him. “Because I’m happy right here with you.”

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Me too, baby,” he said quietly, his gentle, doe eyes reflecting the soft glow of the yacht’s lights.

Jungkook turned you around, hugging you from behind as his head found the crook of your neck, arms enveloping you once again.

The sun had dipped below the waterline, leaving the sky painted in hues of deep purple and fiery orange, the last remnants of daylight casting a gentle glow over the yacht.

The world around you was quiet, save for the soft lapping of waves against the hull and the distant hum of the night. The stars began to emerge, twinkling softly against the darkening sky, and you both watched in peaceful silence as the day gave way to night.

Jungkook’s arm tightened around you, his warmth a comforting presence against the cool evening air. “Look at that,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with awe. “It’s beautiful.”

You nodded, leaning into him. “It really is,” you agreed softly.

But little did you know, that as his sweet words left his lips, his eyes weren’t set on the magnificent view. They were on you.

Jungkook’s gaze lingered on your face, illuminated by the soft glow of the fading light. His expression softened, a quiet adoration in his eyes as he took you in. “You know,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, “I don’t need sunsets or oceans to see something beautiful.”

You felt your heart skip a beat as you turned to meet his gaze, a blush creeping up your cheeks. “Jungkook…” you began, but he shook his head gently, silencing you with a tender smile.

“I mean it,” he continued, his arms tightening around your waist. “I’d watch you like this a thousand times over before I’d ever get tired of it.”

The sincerity in his voice, the warmth of his touch – it all felt too perfect, too overwhelming in the best possible way. You leaned into his arms, closing your eyes briefly as you allowed the moment to settle in your heart.

Even with your eyes closed, you sensed Jungkook’s gaze on you, so full of affection.

And just like that, the world around you seemed to fade, leaving just the two of you under the starry sky, lost in each other.