Summary: In Which Cruel Fate Leads You And Jungkook To Bright Places.

summary: in which cruel fate leads you and jungkook to bright places.

> fluff, a little twinge of angst? / wc: 4.2k

> warnings: none really. but if you’ve read the grocery store drabble, you really get lost in this one. hehe

note: you!!! stop making him worry like this. cries in i love sweet boy jungkook sooo much. + i enjoyed writing this :[ <3 listened to cigs after sex while i was at it. and as you can tell i got very. carried away. scratches head. researching about pokemon bread was also kind of fun?

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love is selfless— it’s what they often say. however, on his way home from work, jungkook finds himself admitting his ugly truth: he is selfish. when he arrives at your shared space, he will tangle his limbs with yours and let you drag him across the floor to wherever it is you need to go. he will hold on to you, and never let go. he will abandon the concept of time at the farthest corner of his mind, along with his exhaustive musings and responsibilities. instead, he will be consumed by you.

and sometimes, he finds that the telepathy connecting the two of you is baffling.

because he’s definitely not thinking about anything else but you. he’s scouring the entire apartment for any trace of life, but you’re nowhere to be found. the bed is still made. the bathroom lights are off. the pillows on the couch are organized. the center table is spotless. the kitchen is clean. he opens the trash bin, and the last thing tossed in there is still the egg tray he discarded this morning. he checks the laundry room, but the only clothes of yours in the laundry basket are from yesterday.

he ends up deciding that you’re not playing hide-and-seek with him like he originally thought. he sits on the counter top, anxiously playing with his lipring as he calls your number. again. and again. and again.

you did tell him earlier that you were going to visit the library, but it already closed an hour ago, so you should be home by now. moreover, if you were going to drop by other places, you would’ve updated him that you’d be home later at night. but you didn’t. the last text you sent him was a captured photo of page 73, an overview about thyme. you reminded him that he once mentioned that he wanted to grow some herbs in your balcony, so you’re doing some old-fashioned research about them in the library.

and thank heavens you answer the call on his fifth try, because he’s about to have a breakdown in the middle of your kitchen.

“jungkook!”

not to be dramatic, but if he was standing, his knees would’ve collapsed on the tiled floor at the sound of your voice. he swallows the lump in his throat, breathes deeply to unload the weight sitting on his chest.

“where are you?”

“oh, right! about that-” you chuckle nervously, and he can already imagine you tapping your foot against the floor. “wait. let me just-”

“how long? i can’t wait. i miss you. tell me where you are and i’ll pick you up.” he hops off the counter, making a beeline to the front door.

“yes, pick me up. please. i’m not sure where i am exactly but i just checked and my location is still turned on with you.”

oh shit. the location feature. why didn’t he think of that? and what do you mean by-

he pauses on his tracks, car keys back in his hand not even twenty minutes since he got off his car. “baby, how do you not know where you are?”

“uhm, i fell asleep in the bus . . . then i panicked and got off because i thought i missed my stop. but you’re not gonna believe what happened next!”

he squeezes his eyes shut, fingers massaging his temple because he has a bad feeling about this. “okay. try me.”

“i realized i actually got on the wrong bus. stupid, right?” you giggle through the phone speaker, and it’s both endearing and ridiculous that you can still laugh in this situation.

nevermind that, he’s just relieved that you’re safe.

“i walked for a while and found this convenience store with a charging station. i emptied my battery trying to book a taxi but none accepted me!”

your whiny voice makes him smile, although he looked forward to hearing it more when he planned to be disgustingly clingy and affectionate.

“i’ll go, baby. just wait for me there, okay?” he presses the down button, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

“okaaay.” you reply in a sing-song voice.

he puts you on speaker mode when he enters, checking on your location to see how far you’ve strayed from home. you got on the wrong bus. no mistake about that.

“you’re an hour and three minutes away.”

he hears you choke out a cough from the other line, most probably on a drink. “an hour?! by foot, right?”

“no,” he chuckles. late night drives with you aren’t new, so he doesn’t mind it one bit. “by car.”

silence fills the air for a few seconds. “then i’ll drive on the way back. i’m about to eat ramyeon so i’ll be energized!”

“let’s see if i get too tired to drive. just stay on the phone for me, okay?”

“wait- i’m hungry. need to go put hot water in my noodles. let’s switch to video call.”

when he accepts the video call, he’s greeted by the candy and chocolate shelf in landscape view. you probably propped up your phone on the charging station, so he adjusts his phone’s position to match yours. and you . . . are nowhere to be found. again.

he’s already driving out on the road when you appear on his screen. you smile at him, waving the chopsticks in your hand.

“i’ll do a live mukbang for you in a few minutes.”

he takes a brief glance, memorizing the way you look before reverting his attention to the road. a small smile grows on his face, a huge wave of love flooding his system. “you look so pretty today.”

“thank you. it took me thirty minutes to pick out my outfit.” you chirp happily before revealing the hand hidden behind your back, holding up a special item you stumbled upon during your little adventure. “look what i found! do you want it?”

“what is it?” he asks as he makes a turn.

“team rocket’s pokemon bread. it’s chocolate.” you inspect the bread again to confirm that you’re correct. “it’s the last one on the shelf so i just bought it.”

his eyes widen in surprise, lips forming an ‘o’. he personally knows many people who have been visiting stores until the late hours to buy them. it’s all the rage nowadays.

“oh? you actually found one?!”

“don’t you think fate led me here for this?” you gush excitedly.

he finally stops at a red light, taking a good look at you with fondness. “you’re giving it to me?”

“yes. enjoy it, okay? i walked in boots for this.” you point at the camera threateningly.

so adorable. he misses you so much.

he obediently crosses his fingers to forge a promise. “i won’t leave a single crumb uneaten.”

“good boy,” you poke the camera as if you’re booping his nose. “i left my food too long. i’ll go get my overcooked ramyeon now.”

you disappear again, and he resumes his journey leading to you. you return moments later, devouring a cup of ramyeon. you’re holding it with some tissue paper. you were never really good with touching hot things— you drop them without thinking twice . . . which is a health hazard.

and it stays like that for a little while. as jungkook drives, he looks at you and the navigation guide every now and then. just to make sure he’s turning to the correct lefts and rights as the voice says; and to give himself the assurance that you didn’t stray somewhere else again. you, on the other hand, is too focused on your food to give your boyfriend a smidge of attention. that’s how mukbang asmr is, right? only eating sounds?

the cashier is probably thinking of you funny for eating infront of your boyfriend via video call in a public place. you couldn’t care less. it’s been a long day, and staying still in this small corner of the earth feels oddly comforting.

you’re in the middle of sipping down the leftover broth at the bottom of the cup when you hear movement from the aisle behind you. being nosy as you are, you find yourself taking a peek. you take quick and light steps back to jungkook to tell him about what you saw.

“babe, they’re restocking the pokemon breads. i’m the only person left here.” you whisper with one hand covering your mouth from the side, as if you’re sharing a secret. “i’ll buy more.”

he unconsciously copies the gesture and the volume of your voice. “do they have the other flavors too?”

“yes. keep driving safe. be right back.”

you dash to the other aisle, and jungkook and the long row of kitkats play a staring contest in the middle of traffic yet again.

familiar with your nature, it is entertaining to watch you participate in the pokemon bread hunt out of the blue. very on-brand and-

“so competitive.” he laughs to himself.

—

“hi!” you beam at the camera, hugging the paper bag inhabited by your new prized possessions. “uh, we have eight in total. i bought one of each flavor so there’s two team rocket now. and three jigglypuff bread just because- um-”

jungkook stifles his laughter. oh, of course you did.

“it’s so cute. i couldn’t help myself.” you sigh, slightly feeling guilty. other people do hoard them and buy everything off the shelf, so you think about that to feel less bad about taking all the jigglypuffs.

fuck. if you’re being this cute over a jigglypuff bread, he might just have to join everyone and do convenience store raids, too.

“you’re kind for still leaving some. i saw a person in the internet buy all the pokemon breads in the store they went to.”

“right?! i saw that, too.” you exclaim, relieved that you had the same thought as him.

“did you get me my pikachu, though?”

“of course. pikachu must always be present!” you answer proudly as you unplug your phone after seeing that it’s already at 50%. “i’m getting bored here. there’s a thrift shop just beside this, so i’ll go see if they’re still opened.”

jungkook drums his fingers on the steering wheel, following a beat he’s making up on the spot. “alright. i’m only fifteen minutes away, so don’t go anywhere else.”

”yes, sir.”

“and don’t end the call.”

“i won’t. you’ll miss me.”

he clicks his tongue before sighing, expressing his frustrating sorrow. “i already do.”

—

the air from outside is warmer, and it engulfs you the second you pull the door open. it makes your skin feel sticky and uncomfortable. the thought of going back inside enters your mind, but the idea gets shot down immediately after. might get tempted to buy more bread.

the thrift shop heavily contrasts the vivid conveniece store. there is no door. racks of pre-loved clothing greet you by the entrance, leading to more of them inside. a lone warm lightbulb illuminates the cramped space, hanging in the middle of the dirty white ceiling. and the smell. oh, the smell— it causes nostalgia to rush throughout your body.

a woman emerges from the wooden counter. she’s in her 50s, if you had the guess. you make eye-contact, and her kind eyes eases your uncertainty about whether you’re allowed to enter or not.

“you can still look around if you want. i’m just cleaning before i close up.”

“oh, thank you!” you politely bow before approaching the long rack of shirts and long-sleeves against the wall. you’ve been eyeing them since the moment you arrived.

left with no other choice, you leave the paper bag of pokemon breads on the floor, under one of the racks. you carefully lean your phone against a shoe on the shelf above it, just a little higher than your eye-level. you smile unbeknownst to yourself. your jungkook looks extra handsome when driving. while he admittedly has a short attention span, he’s very focused on the road when he’s behind the wheel.

you’re already browsing through the clothes when he glances at his phone. he can only see half your face, but he also hears your fast hands pushing back the hanger of the ones that don’t capture your interest.

your love for shopping doubled when you entered a relationship with jungkook, because purchasing items you think he like or need also brings you an unexplainable joy. it’s not limited to clothes or accessories. for example, you bought him white and blue acrylic paint two months ago because you noticed that he used them all up for a project.

after more or less ten minutes, there are already two t-shirts and one sweater hanging on your forearm. one of the t-shirt is yours. it matches with one of your trousers that you barely wear.

you’ve walked past the camera frame when you stumble upon a black bomber jacket, looking so cool and brand-new, which explains why it’s a bit on the pricier side. and you know jungkook has a lot of other black jackets back at home, but you just can’t help yourself because it reminds you so much of him.

it’s so jungkook. you can’t allow it to live in another person’s closet.

you approach the counter with the clothes you picked out. the woman halts her sweeping outside, leaving the broom against the wall before wiping her hands on her long skirt, the floral print noticeably faded with time. you hastily grab the belongings you left unattended, putting your phone’s microphone on mute to keep your little surprise.

there’s no paper bills left in your wallet after spending all your money on food and clothes. with a grimace, you drop it inside your bag. you were only supposed to go to the library today, spend a little money on bus fare and lunch. perhaps, spontaneously add in a little snack in between. however, this is called spontaneity out of hand.

“are these for your boyfriend’s birthday?” the woman asks in a hushed, yet teasing, voice as she folds up the jacket.

two pairs of eyes fall on the phone you’re holding, and you smile sheepishly. “i’m trying to make everyday his birthday.”

“he’s very handsome. you better take good care of him!”

you cover your face in embarrassment, silently laughing. “we take good care of each other! he’s coming to pick me up because i couldn’t find a taxi.”

“oh dear, are you new here?” she stuffs the jacket in the big plastic bag, along with the other clothes you bought. “there’s barely any taxis here after 9pm. everyone just walks. many complaints about it, but good exercise for my rusty bones when they ask me.”

“i’ll keep that in mind for next time.” you wrap your left arm around the bag of clothes, sliding it off the counter until you’re carrying its full weight. “thank you again. have a great night! and stay healthy!”

you stumble on the single step leading outside because the weight of the breads and clothes are unbalanced. thankfully, you make it out of the shop without a scratch. the woman bids you a safe trip and picks up the broom, the melancholia of night-time quietness blanketing her home once again.

you look down at your phone to find that the video call with jungkook has ended, but before you can question him, a familiar voice sings your name from a close distance.

“jungkook!” you call out to him, crossing the distance between you in high spirits. “you really came for me!”

jungkook shakes his head in disbelief. “you really thought i’d leave you here stranded? you always make me worried.”

“i never do it on purpose.” you frown, shoulders sagged with guilt.

“that makes it more worrisome.” he breathes out a sigh. “come here. i missed you.”

“i want to hug you, but my hands are full.”

he takes a step forward and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you in a tight embrace. he feels you give a chaste kiss to his jaw before leaning your cheek on his shoulder, and just like that, his anxiety melts away. your favorite perfume invades his sense of smell. as a person with a sensitive nose, many perfumes often give him a headache. he is in love with yours. it’s sweet and subtle; it feels like coming home.

“i was so excited to come home but you weren’t there.”

“i’m sorry for always making you worry. i’ll be more mindful next time.” you apologize to him with a kiss on the cheek, and you feel it rise against your lips when he smiles. “oh no, wait. the bread- they’re going to get all mushed up.”

he reluctantly untangles himself from you, taking away the heavy load you’re carrying without you having to ask. this is when you swiftly snatch the car keys from his hand.

“i want to drive this time.”

he breathes out a sigh of relief. “oh my god, thank you. i’m getting sleepy.”

—

it’s impossible not to quickly look over to the passenger seat when a bright flash fills the vehicle. surprise, surprise! instead of sleeping, jungkook is taking pictures of the packs of pokemon bread he eagerly arranged on his lap.

“that flash is brighter than the sun.”

he throws a thumbs-up with an overly enthusiastic voice. “samsung!”

you swear, every chance he gets he promotes thei-

“don’t you dare steal my jigglypuff.”

he raises his arms in surrender, making balloons with his cheeks. “i just didn’t know they were strawberry flavored. i’m tasting team rocket’s chocolate rolls first. namjoon-hyung likes it.”

he carefully tears it from the other side to keep team rocket’s image unharmed. he takes a bite from the choco roll, and feeds the remaining half to you.

“mhmmm.” he hums, eyebrows furrowed in sheer delight. “it’s so good? i’m glad you bought another.”

he divides another roll in the middle. he munches on his share as he waits for you to finish your first bite. while he does as such, he suddenly perks up when he remembers the story he was supposed to tell you.

“i saw a group of guys enter the convenience store when i arrived earlier. they were looking for pokemon bread, too.”

“how’d you know?”

“i heard one of them say ‘this one better have the gastly bread or i will cry.’” he imitates the stranger’s deep voice speaking in a whiny manner. “it was funny.”

“then he’s probably on his way home crying now.” your giggles create a harmony.

that store did not have gastly bread, unfortunately.

—

“moment of truth.”

jungkook locates the pokemon sticker after you finish the rest of the bread. you wait with bated breath as he unveils the first out of eight stickers.

he gasps as he comes face-to-face with- “it’s snorlax! number 143 . . . 143.” he freezes as he scans his memory for the special meaning of the number code. “doesn’t that mean ‘i love you’?”

“it does,” you confirm with a grin. “i told you it was fate! isn’t it the best love confession?”

while living with you is a type of intimacy he values greatly, and protects everyday, getting lost in unfamiliar places with you has a charm of its own. it’s one of the days when he allows himself to say: jungkook, you lived well today.

he presses the sticker on your cheek, giving you a kiss through snorlax. “i love you, too.”

—

“since we can’t finish all these bread tonight, we’ll open the rest tomorrow.” jungkook announces as he sets down the plastic bag on the floor. in the meantime, snorlax is kept in his wallet for safety purposes.

he carries the clothes to his lap next, curious eyes and curious hands taking out the items one by one. he squeaks a sound of amazement. “you found quite a lot in that shop.”

“they had a lot of good stuff. i got the dark green-ish shirt. the rest are for you.”

he holds the baby blue sweater by the shoulders, letting the rest of it unfold and hang suspended in the air. “this one is so pretty.”

“oh! i really like that one. might borrow it a lot.”

“you’d look pretty in it. especially in the winter.” he says fondly. the mental image of you wearing it surrounded by snow is making him miss the season that just passed.

you pout. “but i got it for you. so wear it more than me.”

“i will. i want to wear it to work right after laundry day.” you beam in contentment, and he pats your head appreciatively. “you’re so fucking cute, baby. thank you for buying it for me.”

the black jacket catches his attention next, and the galaxies in his eyes sparkle as he takes in its the details and overall appearance. “this is totally my style! how does it look so brand-new?”

“right? it’s a steal so i had to buy it!”

jungkook chews on his bottom lip, a conscious effort to restrain himself from attacking you with hugs and kisses. buying treats and gifts for each other on random days— it’s grown to be a second nature in your relationship. this is why you always go on trips on birthdays and anniversaries instead of buying big gifts. he loves that there’s no pressure, and the element of surprise never fades. he loves that he knows what you like, and you know what he likes. a huge part of what makes him who he is has permanently resided in who you are, and vice versa. he will carry you with him for the rest of his life, just like the food he learned to love because his childhood friend forced him to have a bite, and how he adds a bar on top of the letter J because it reminds him of the number 7.

so from now on, he will refuse to wear any other jacket but the one you bought him, and he will think of you every time the sky is baby blue.

“i think this is going to be one of those clothes i’d wear all the time. like the first sneakers you got me.”

“oh god,” you chuckle at the old memory. if people didn’t know he was rich, they would’ve thought he only had one pair of shoes. “you really wore those out.”

“that’s how much i loved it!”

“okay, but you need to wash it before wearing it.”

“i’ll wake up earlier to do laundry.” he starts planning out his day inside his head as he folds up the clothes to put back inside the bag. but then he traces his thoughts two hours backwards, and he is reminded physical affection he’s been craving the whole day.

“can we cuddle when we get home?”

“of course, my love.” you raise an eyebrow in question. “when do we not cuddle?”

“i just missed you a lot today.” he sighs, turning over to his side to look at you. perhaps, also to memorize the street lights reflecting on your face, and how your beige cardigan has slipped down your shoulder. oh, the urge to write a song at this magical moment.

“what’s wrong? did anything bad happen today?” pure concern adorns your voice. you hate it when he’s sad. so much. you want to shield him from everything bad in the world.

“nothing.” his face starts to feel flushed, one of the dead giveaways that he’s emotional. “i just love you, that’s all. you get it, right?”

you have never been more grateful to meet a light that just turned red.

you solely focus on him momentarily, combing his hair with your fingers because it always helps him to relax. “feeling a little overwhelmed, is that it?”

he only nods as a reply. he catches your hand in his to give your knuckles a kiss, plushy lips caressing the tough bones of your doting hand.

“we’re almost home. wanna cuddle in the bathtub?” you propose when you recognize the familiar scenery through his window. the promising comfort and safety of your home causes exhaustion to come crashing down on you. your muscles are suffering the consequences of your actions, and therefore, are asking for compensation.

jungkook seems to be relishing in the idea, doe eyes sparkling instead of shining with unshed tears. “please, that sounds nice. but i’m sorry for when i fall asleep in there.”

—

you laugh nervously as you enter your parking lot. you do have your license, but you don’t drive very often. maybe three times a month at most. you find driving to be energy consuming despite being seated, so you much prefer commuting because it also serves as your rest time before and after attending to your duties.

“i need to reverse park before we can get into the bathtub, so you have to help me.”

and yes, additionally, you just simply hate reverse parking with burning passion.

“why do you hate reverse parking so much?” your boyfriend asks out of curiosity.

good question.

“i know we have cameras now, but i’m still always scared of bumping into other cars.”

he flashes you his old-fashioned captivating smirk, resting his hand behind the driver’s seat. what makes it funnier is that you’re not even looking. you’re too preoccupied with finding your parking space.

he raises his eyebrows teasingly, doe eyes turning into small slits as they do when he’s playfully flirting. “you don’t have to be scared of such thing, baby. i’ll pay for the damages.”

“you’re jinxing it! i’ll definitely mess up that ferrari now!”

—

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idol!jungkook x fem!reader

genre: smut, established relationship, pwp (kinda)

word count: 1k

warnings: MINORS GET OUT!! not proofread, consensual sex, d&s (dominance & submission), s&m (sadism and masochism), oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), dom!jk & sub!reader, beefy kook, unrealistic sex, extreme overstimulation, multiple orgasms, copious amounts of cum, mentioned unprotected sex, unaware audience, and reader’s cooch has been through it ⛲️

+a/n: this is a repost of an old drabble for somebody who used to read my old ffs ♡ . also, this is one of my favourites from my old writing so i hope you enjoy! btw… there’s no impreg kink in this one 🙏🏾.

++ “anything for my angel.”

𖥻 L𝗶VES࣪TREAM

jungkook gripped the leather arms of his desk chair and forced a smile for the vlive he'd switched on ages ago. bts' new song, dis-ease echoed around the room and through his screen to the millions of people watching his live. "arm—” he paused and glanced underneath the desk. his breath hitched in his throat.

gosh, the sight was amazing.

with your teary eyes looking up at him so beautifully, he could just see the begging and need for mercy in your eyes as you pleased his sadistic ways as part of your punishment. he eyed the runny mascara mixing in with the hot and sticky ropes of his blissful orgasms that had pooled inside your mouth instead of shooting down your throat.

he almost came at the sight of your puffy, swollen lips perfectly swallowing the whole of his large cock. he could even feel the outline of him inside your throat with the one hand he'd kept down there to provide comfort and pet your head or push your head down even further, leaning forward to hide it from your unaware audience.

he brought himself back to reality within a second or two, "ah, my apologies, army! i thought it was getting a bit messy down there with all my devices and was thinking of ways to organise— the mind of a cleaning-freak, haha!" your hands tied behind your back with his belt didn't help at all when he suddenly bucked into your mouth twice, hiding it with him just 'adjusting himself' on the chair.

"ah, i only wanted to come on for a short while before i went back to punishing you—" your core quivered around the vibrating length inside of you and you muffled a whimper by voluntarily deepthroating him. "—...punishing you all with my handsome face."

he grinned before throwing his head back with a laugh, "that was so embarrassing, i apologise." jungkook's right fist hidden from the camera clenched and unclenched as his thumb repeatedly pushed against the plus symbol on the small pink button until he knew he'd reached the highest level.

not being able to see the devious smirk your boyfriend had on his face, your eyes bulged out of their sockets as you were forced to take in the device’s small vibrator on your clit as well as the twitching, plastic length inside of your cunt. drunk on your climax, you involuntarily squirted all over the hotel room’s carpet.

and to hide the sound of you brutally coming undone for the 13th time under the desk, jungkook continued speaking to his fans as if nothing was happening. "oh, wow," he mumbled with a glance at his phone and feigned innocence, looking back to the camera, "guys, have i really been on here with you for 35 minutes?"

"hm, i guess i'll go now since it's been a while." he smiled at the camera with a wave, "bye guys!"

you patiently waited, your hips stuttering and grinding against air in need for a fat cock to stuff your pussy. jungkook remained silent, making sure everything was off, before wheeling his desk chair backwards.

slowly, he petted your head and looked down upon you with a coo. "my little sweetheart." you whimpered and shuffled closer to him on your knees, giving his hard and erect cock a twirl of your trained tongue. you were pleading so innocently: ‘daddy, please?'. he could almost hear it.

jungkook hurriedly shoved your head flush against his inner thighs and placed his both hands against the back of your head. he started to buck relentlessly into your warm fuckhole. "so f-fucking pretty—!" and with a pained shout, he shot his third load straight down your willing throat.

you didn't even have to put in work to swallow it as it all just shot rope after rope down your throat. with heavy eyes, you moaned around his cock at the beautiful view you had of jungkook falling apart because of your mouth. your mouth. nobody else could please him as you did. nobody.

he groaned as he pulled out of your battered fuckhole, strings of white following after his pink tip. "so fucking perfect..." he mumbled, rubbing his mess all over your pouting lips with his length.

jungkook grabbed your face from under your jaw, his thumb pressing into your cheek, and pulled you up to stand. his fingers fell onto your breasts, ghosting over the nipples that he loved so much. then with a u-turn, his fingers traced over your back, giving you chills. his hands did a quick job of unbuckling your wrists. he gave you freedom.

your legs felt as if they were going to give way when you reached a shaky hand down between your legs. you cried out, fingers grazing over your swollen clit, but you slowly pulled out the vibrating intruder and held it up to his view.

"suck it clean," jungkook ordered and turned off the vibrator. his curious fingers trailed down to your own mess. covered in your juices and jungkook’s cum, the pink vibrator slid past your lips, welcomed by an eager tongue.

"oh, baby," he groaned as his fingers felt around your inner thighs. three of his fingers slipped in with little to no struggle and even though he was terribly overstimulated, he was beginning to twitch back to life.

"how many times?"

you pulled out the device and swallowed before whispering, "t-thirteen..." you cried out at the increase in his pace as he fucked you with his fingers. you collapsed onto his chest, fingers gripping tightly onto the hoodie he wore.

"p-please," you begged before biting harshly on your lip; you knew better than to ask for something from him when it was your punishment. but jungkook grinned, turning the both of you around and throwing you onto the bed.

"anything for my angel."

#livestream; fin.

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“Let me get this straight.. you want me to break up with you for 24 hours so you can go barricade yourself in our bedroom and cry to Taylor Swift?”

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader genre: fluff, crack, not real angst but it’s still there ig word count: 2.1k warnings: they’re really in love, jungkook best boyfriend, reader really goes thru it listening to this album, mentions of jake gllynhaal, spiderman far from home spoilers if u haven’t already seen it, did i mention that they’re really in love? alcohol consumption (like 2 beers) note: yes the title is also a TS song, because ‘i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover’ is literally jeon jungkook???

Your eyes flutter awake at the first inklings of sunlight that peek in through the bedroom window, the warm rays on your skin stirring you towards consciousness. With half a mind, you reach blindly for your phone to check the time, wincing at the brightness of the screen as you bring it to your face, squinting enough to see that it’s only 7:03am. 

What finally shakes you awake though, is the notification sitting at the top of the pile on your screen. Listen to Red (Taylor’s Version), out now! You blink a few times, wondering if you’re dreaming, but when you check the date beneath the time, November 12th, you realise that today is in fact, the re-release of one of Taylor Swift’s greatest albums of all time. You grin like a mad-woman, whisper screaming oh my god! as you scroll through the track-list.

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ROCKSTAR 101 | jjk (m)

➵ pairing: jungkook x female!reader

➵ genre/au: rockstar au, pwp, established relationship, smut, ust pure unadulterated filth

➵ word count: 8.2k

➵ warnings: JUNGKOOK HAS A FULL SLEEVE - think sowoozoo jungkook • mentions of koo shredding on an electric guitar • hard dom!jungkook • sub!reader • bratty!reader • koo is a lil mean bcs he gives her no attention grr • jords’ awful attempt at brat taming • very slight switch jungkook if u squint real hard — like put ur reading glasses on and squint • use of derogatory terms - for example slut • jungkook in a pair of bunny ears sksks • smut warnings — pussy slapping • mouth stuffing • choking • panty sniffing • unprotected sex but oc is on the pill (wrap it b4 u tap it) • oral (m & f receiving) • face fucking • size kink • belly bulging • bdsm themes - for example use of PINK HEART SHAPED HANDCUFFS  and mention of oc having a safe word • spanking with a leather belt • doggy style • saliva 🤤 — the return of jords’ spitting kink so expect a few of that • messy sex • messy kissing • missionary bcs koo has pretty eyes n im a sucker for all the eye contact • non-penetrative grinding • failed attempt at edging • multiple orgasms bcs jungkook has staMINA • throatpie (hehe) followed by cum dribbling and multiple creampies

➵ summary: In the words of christina aguilera, “there’s nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm” and jungkook is certainly coated in it.

➵ note1: thank you to @kithtaehyung​ for betaing this for me at the last minute.

➵ song rec : rockstar101

➵ masterlist

Jungkook is currently sitting on the floor of the lavish hotel suite, one of his many custom-made guitars in hand; a Fender Stratocaster Electric Guitar, to be precise, as he practiced some advanced shredding on the electric instrument.

The guitar had been a gift from you, bright baby blue on the body and black all the way down the neck. The impressive instrument was decorated with black peony flowers with your initials intricately placed inside the bed of flowers in Jungkook’s own handwriting, “because you will always be with me, even when you aren’t,” as he told you when he revealed it to you.

It was hard to not stare at him in moments like this. The way the guitar sits firmly gripped in his lap allows his biceps to protrude right in front of your eyes. His freshly cut hair hangs lazily over one side over his face whilst the other is sitting neatly gelled to the side, showing off his freshly pierced eyebrow piercing. But his hands working up and down over the fretboard are what really grab your attention. His fingers decorated in expensive silver and black rings and an abundance of bracelets adorn his wrists creating a soft tinkling sound as he continues pressing down and strumming away.

Looking up, Jungkook catches your eyes for the briefest of moments before offering you a smug smirk. He’s stupidly hot, and what’s worse is he knows it.

Accentuated by soft candlelight, your complexion illuminates ethereally like a halo around the most beautiful angel Jungkook had ever laid eyes on.

But angels are forbidden to be in love with the Devil.

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p a i r i n g : jungkook x reader

g e n r e : friends w/ benefits au. porn with little plot

t a g s : fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampies, choking (f receiving), multiple orgasms, dick appointment jk, marijuana use, stoner reader + jk, jungkook’s potty mouth lol, high sex, slight? degradation

s u m m a r y : you only need him late at night, cause you know there’s no feelings attached.

w o r d c o u n t : 4.7 k

It starts with you knowing his brother through your sister. You all smoke together sometimes, but then he joins in. Little Jungkook isn’t so little anymore. He’s only a few years younger than you and yet somehow seeing him up close is so different.

Jungkook isn’t the scrawny boy he used to be, now he’s all grown up looking like a delicious full course meal. His once lean and thin body now became thicker and muscular. He’s got piercings and tattoos now too.. Everyone jokes about missing the old Jungkook, but you don’t.

The new one’s got your panties on the ground.

You’re both awkward about it at first—given that he is a idol after all—your hangouts rare. He doesn’t actually talk to you until he catches you all alone because his brother’s getting freaky with your sister. It goes a little like this;

“So are you like a… certified pothead or what? Every time I come around you’re smoking this shit.” Jungkook mutters around the blunt he has in his mouth, taking small hits in-between words.

You cock your brow at him, “You’ve literally been around here like three times, ‘s not like you come around that often?” You retorted with a raspy grunt, ignoring the burning feeling in your throat.

Jungkook’s eyes flicker up at you, he’s staring intently and it has you wondering what goes on inside his head. I know what goes on in my head.. you bitterly think as you clear your throat, “You stare at everybody like that or just me?”

“Just a certain somebody who likes giving me free shows of her perky tits.”

You were appalled back then, but so incredibly turned on. He’s confident, he’s pure fucking sin and he knows it. Which is how you found yourself in your current position: getting your back blown out by the same doe-eyed boy you watched grow up. It's a small arrangement between you two. He was the one to propose it after your very first hook-up;

"Fuck," you rasped out with your chest heaving, the sheets were hot against your sweaty skin and the fact that it was mid-summer was definitely not helping. "Mmm–yes, right there," a full-bodied shudder ran through you as Jungkook worked his hips back and forth, up and down.

His balls and thighs smacked against your skin, large hands coming down to hold your waist down flat against the bed. "Right there?" Jungkook breathed out, "Gonna beg for me like the good slut you are?" He snapped his hips upward harshly, jolting you as a tiny mewl escaped, "Hm?" He grit out.

You leaned your head back against the pillow and raised a arm to grab at the headboard. Your free hand traveled downwards where the both of you were connected. "Kook–shit–right there," a drawn-out whimper left your lips, "please, please, please I want your cock deeper, wanna feel your cum inside of me." You whimpered.

Jungkook breathily chuckled, sitting up straight and pausing in his movements to slowly slick his long hair back, "Want my cum where baby?" He grinned reaching down to rub circles with his thumb against your clit, "On your pretty pussy? Your filthy mouth? C'mon baby, tell me where."

Frustration bubbled, you rocked your hips against him with a whine, "In my pussy," you huffed, "want it inside."

"Nasty slut," he smacked your left tit and reached up to wrap a hand around your hair, yanking your head back. "say it; this pussy is mine. Only mine." He growled and began to rapidly move his hips. They smacked harshly against your ass as you squealed arching your back and kicking your feet in the air.

"O-Only yours! It's yours!" A choked sob left your lips as his thrusts got more intense, rattling you deep in your bones.

Jungkook moaned lowly, "That's right, only mine, don't let nobody have it—or else.." he let your hair go and began to properly pound into you, reducing you to a babbling crying mess.

From then on you two became exclusive. He'd call you or vice-versa, it didn't matter because the end of the night consisted of his cum either in or on you. You weren't looking for a relationship and neither was he.

The both of you had come to a agreement it was strictly pleasure—no feelings.

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It's three in the damn morning, you should be asleep and preparing for your shift tomorrow but no here you are planning on getting the best high of your life. Jungkook, like other nights texted you with the promise of fun. Who were you to deny?

kook [2:58]

hey.

[image attached]

i got sum in case you wanna have fun

read 2:59 am

Excitement bubbled in your tummy, thinking about all the things he was going to do to you. Every encounter was something new.

"O-Oh shit!" You gasped, head thrown back with your hands gripping the pillow tightly. He had your thighs pinned against your chest, knees nearly touching your shoulders as he folded you like a lawn chair. His tongue was working wonders on your throbbing clit—left-right, front-back.

Jungkook released a soft muffled groan, he grabbed your ass and held it tightly as his fingertips dug into your soft skin. His tongue slowly traced an odd pattern that had you utterly confused but dripping for more. "Kook," you mewled out as your hands came down to grab at his hair.

It hit you. He was spelling his name on you, the thought and idea causing your pussy to throb. He slowly traced the tip of his tongue around your swollen nub. His tongue slowly slid in an upwards motion as he traced the letter "k". To add to the fire he pecked your mound.

Jungkook pulled away panting, tongue running slowly over his upper lip. With a dark gaze and cocky smirk he chuckled, "It's mine ain't it?"

There were many more after that, he always seemed to pull the unthinkable. Sex with him was just a hot messy ordeal, everything you could have ever hoped for in your sex partner. It might not be a forever type of thing but you were sure as hell going to make the best of this relationship.

After reminiscing in your past times with him you got yourself ready for your late night dick appointment with the idol. You chose a simple set tonight: a black lace bra and silky black thong that had tiny jewels embedded on the waistband. Whilst you were getting dressed Jungkook had texted you a few times, two photos being included. You eagerly opened the messages to come across the most hottest thing you honest to god were craving.

Jungkook's strong lean body was on display, his gray sweats hung low on his hips hugging him perfectly and showcasing his Adonis belt. The picture showed a bit of his chin and lips as he adorned a sinful lip-biting smirk. The second photo nearly made you moan in appreciation. His dick, perfectly sculpted if you may add, was hard against his stomach. The mushroom tip oozed tiny beads of pre-cum, vein bulging along the shaft as it curled slightly towards his stomach. His balls sat perfectly making his whole cock look delicious.

And to think that would soon be re-arranging your guts...

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"Hold on," you mumbled while playing with Jungkook's lighter, "gotta...gotta light this first."

Jungkook released a frustrated whine, "I don't see you for what? Two? Three weeks? And you want me to sit and wait for you? When I have you sittin' all pretty for me on my lap? You're fuckin' lucky I don't bend you over this couch and fuck your brains out." He spanked your ass, grabbing a cheek afterwards and jiggling it in his hand.

You rolled your eyes and gave him a cute shoulder shrug, "Weren't you the one calling me a certified pothead? Reep what you sow," you smirked rolling your ass back against his hard cock, "plus if I don't light it now I'll get lazy and forgo what I literally came here to do: fuck and get high."

"Who says you aren't getting at least one of them?" Jungkook breathily chuckled as he brought his hands up to gently grab at your waist.

With a airy laugh you brought the blunt to your lips, cupping your hands together as you lit the end of it. Your body relaxed and eased into Jungkook's arms. He mouthed at your neck lazily, letting you lean against him whilst you took your first hit. You happily hummed, thighs pressing together as you kicked your feet against Jungkook's leg.

Now this was paradise..

Jungkook pulled back with a soft breathy sigh, "You smell like cherries." He trailed open-mouthed kisses on your neck, settling down on one spot and sucking lightly to leave a hickey. His hands slowly stroked your thighs up and down, stopping at your hips and going back down as he repeated his actions.

"Here," you murmured, "want you here." Your hands gently led Jungkook's to the waistband of your cotton shorts, pushing one hand in.

He swore under his breath, "Are you wearing it?" He said as he fiddled with the flimsy panty, large hand going down to cup your whole pussy. When he realized you were indeed wearing his favorite set, he let a low groan leave him as he rubbed at your pussy. "Fuck.. you gonna be a good girl for me? Gonna let me have your pretty pussy?"

"Yes," you breathed out, watching the cloud of smoke fill the air as you leaned your head back on his shoulder. Your hips gently canted upwards, searching for friction to appease your boiling arousal.

"Yeah?" He purred against your ear, " 's mine isn't it? God, just wanna feel your tight little pussy on my cock. Gonna have you bouncing on it, you gonna take it like a good girl?" He rumbled while slipping two fingers to press into you, rubbing firm circles on your clothed clit. "C'mon baby tell me,"

A soft moan bubbled up from your throat, "Ohh, yes, I'm your good girl, gonna take your cock. Want it in my pussy already" Your hips slowly rolled in circles as Jungkook chuckled.

"Look at you, grinding on my fingers like a bitch a heat. Haven't even touched you properly and you're getting like this already? Baby needs to work for it, show me you deserve my cock." Jungkook smirked while raising his other arm, he wrapped his hand around your neck just holding you against him.

You whined, "Please, you're the one teasing." You reached down with your free hand and slipped them into your cotton shorts alongside his. "Need you here, can't you feel how wet you made me?" You guided Jungkook's fingers into your panties, letting him feel how slicked up your folds were.

Jungkook growled softly as he dipped his fingers in, letting them press down on your throbbing clit. He rubbed in slow circular motions smearing your wetness around as wet noises permeated within the quiet room. You held back a moan and brought the blunt back up to your lips, taking a long hit from it while he played with you.

"Nasty girl, got all wet from just a tiny little rub? Cock hungry little whore you are." Jungkook whispered in your ear as his fingers slowly dipped down to your hole, teasing it as he lightly pressed his fingertip in.

You clenched at the empty feeling and nearly whined again, but it seemed like Jungkook was going to go at his own pace today. He slowly teased your hole for a few more seconds before going back up to rub at your clit slowly. It frustrated you to no ends and you were half-tempted to just shove your own fingers in to alleviate your arousal. But like a good girl you waited.

"There you go baby, just sit back and relax for me." Jungkook murmured as he dipped his fingers down low again, only this time he really did slip them inside.

You let out the smoke you had been holding in this whole time, watching it fill the air as he moved his fingers at a slow sensual pace. Your hips stayed still as the burning arousal inside of you eased up just a little. Jolts of pleasure ran down your spine as your pussy coaxed more wetness out—the noises absolutely filthy.

He pulled his fingers out to gently pinch your clit and massage it between his index and thumb. A soft whimper left you, "Please."

"Think you can be a good girl for me and watch?" He rumbled lowly while rolling your clit between his fingers. You nodded eagerly in response as Jungkook smirked, he let go of your throat and pat your chin, "Good girl, let's get these off." He slipped his hand from your panties and grasped the waistband of you cotton shorts.

You lifted your hips eagerly and let him shimmy them down your thighs to the floor. "Spread them for me baby," he gently guided your hands (after setting the blunt on the ashtray) to grip the back of your knees as he hauled them up, making your pussy quiver from the cool air hitting it. "Like this. Yeah.. good girl," Jungkook chuckled as his tattooed hand went back down to rub your clit in small circles before sliding his middle and ring finger into you.

He pressed his hand flat against your pussy, his palm pressing into your clit. A soft sigh left you, back arching just a little as your grip on your legs tightened. Jungkook settled with his face hidden away in the nape of your neck as he marked it up. His fingers moved at a leisure pace clearly in no hurry at all.

The pleasure bubbled in your tummy, you listened to him piston his fingers in and out of you. "Kook," you moaned out, your vision was slightly hazy now as your head grew fuzzy with the feeling of your high taking over. It seemed like everything felt ten times more better with the aided high. You rocked your hips upwards in slow motions as his fingers went deeper.

"That's it y/n," he mumbled, "fuck yourself on my fingers." Jungkook pulled back to watch as his fingers sped up, the lewd squelching noises getting louder.

Your mouth fell open as the pleasure intensified. You moved down to hold on to Jungkook's wrist tightly as his fingers curled inside of you, hitting that spot just right. "Fuck," you shuddered, "yes right there..!" You cried out while moving your hips in small circles.

Jungkook smirked softly as he moved his fingers much faster. The squelching noises got much louder now that he was freely plowing his fingers into you. The palm of his hand smacked against your mound as a slapping noise filled the room. Your moans were loud and uncontrolled, flowing freely in the living room.

"Kook–ohmygod–right there!" You whimpered, "Gonna cum!"

He saw your hand slowly letting go of your leg as your orgasm approached, "Go on, cum for me baby." Jungkook aimed his fingers upward to hit your g-spot with each thrust of his fingers.

A strangled cry left you, hand dropping from his wrist. Your stomach clenched as your body hunched forward just a little, toes curling and thighs quivering. "Jungkook," you brokenly sobbed. The orgasm you so desperately craved hurled at you as it hit in slow yet harsh waves.

Your back arched as no noise left your lips, Jungkook was still plowing his fingers in you. Your pussy throbbed in the aftermath, slick squirting out as he kept thrusting his fingers in you. "Fuck baby, you made a fucking mess all over," Jungkook chuckled breathily, his fingers came to a halt as he slowly pulled them out, "I should make you clean it with your tongue shouldn't I?"

"Fuckkk..." you sighed out, hand coming down to soothingly rub your throbbing clit in slow circles, "You're crazy.." you mumbled, eyes half-lidded.

Jungkook let you relish in the aftermath of your strong orgasm as he reached over for a pre-roll that sat on the rolling tray, "In a good or bad way?" He joked softly while lighting the blunt in his mouth.

"Definitely good." You giggled breathlessly while slowly reaching down to rub over his hard cock through his sweats. "Can I?" You mumbled, "Wanna ride you."

Jungkook took a long hit from blunt as he laid back, scooting downwards just a little to make some room for you. "Go ahead." He murmured out.

A pleased smile made its way to your face as you happily slid his sweats down, happy to find that he had gone commando. Your hand gently wrapped around his throbbing cock as you slowly stroked it. You smeared his pre-cum all over the tip, twisting your wrist a little while slipping your hand down to the base of his shaft.

He let out a soft hum, mindlessly reaching up to stroke the back of your hair as he watched you have your fun with him. If anything Jungkook would be happy to let you use him as you pleased, he'd live the rest of his life that way if he could. His eyes watched the way your small hand could barely even cover half of his cock. It stroked his ego big time.

You licked your lips in concentration and properly straddled him feeling his hand leave your hair in favor of resting on the swell of your ass. "Go on," he urged softly, tucking the blunt between his lips as he reached down to position his cock, "Fuck yourself on my cock."

A soft sigh left your lips, you slowly moved down as his thick cock filled you up. Your mouth watered at the stretch of his cock breaching all the places you could never reach. You slowly bottomed out as a soft 'mmm' left you. Your ass rested on his thighs, hands coming up to gently grip his shoulders. "So big," you moaned out, "can feel it here," you pressed on your tummy.

"Yeah? Your cunt was made for my cock wasn't it? Fits so perfectly," Jungkook hissed out as his cock throbbed inside of you.

You nodded eagerly with a soft mewl, "God yes," your hips slowly rolled forward, "I love the way it fills my pussy, wanna have you inside of me all day long." You moaned gutturally and rolled your hips forward.

Jungkook pulled back to lean against the couch, he brought his hand up to push his messy hair back. His eyes were hooded, raking down your form as he smoked the blunt not aiding you at all. He was all yours right now. He noticed you still had your flimsy sweater and top on, “Off.” He grunted, “Both of them.”

Without hesitation you obeyed, pausing in your movements as you tossed the rest of your clothes off. You were left in your lace bra, the cool air hit your skin as goosebumps rose. Something about him still being fully clothed while you were nude was so hot to you. It made you feel smaller–inferior despite you being the older of the two.

You braced yourself using his shoulders as you threw your ass back, bouncing at a smooth pace as your pussy creamed around his cock. You could feel how his cock was now covered in your slickness, it was only a matter of time before things got messier. “Kook–” you moaned out, head thrown back as your hips rolled down.

The couch was slightly creaking and Jungkook was slightly moving from how fast you seemed to be going. He released low grunts and moans of your name as he dug his thumb into your hip bone. You watched as his brows furrowed and mouth fell open. He slowly leaned his head back, letting it hang from the backrest of the couch.

“Oh fuck baby, like that keep going,” he whispered out, “fucking love your pussy.” He spanked your ass and grabbed it tightly with his hand.

You mewled at his words and went faster, if that was even possible. There was a loud squelching noise again, you were pretty sure your wetness had gotten on Jungkook’s thighs and pelvis. You didn’t care though because you both always indulged in messy sex. You switched from bouncing to grinding your hips. Your hand slid down from his chest to his stomach as you braced yourself and moved faster.

“Jungkook..” you whimpered, couch now creaking louder, “Fuck, want more.” Your half-lidded eyes made contact with his.

He had already smoked his entire blunt, you could tell he was thoroughly relaxed and high now—like you. His head slowly moved back to face you as he stared into your eyes, “More..?” He mumbled out, hands coming down to hold your waist and slow you down to sensual grind.

“Yes,” you breathed out, hand coming up to cup his cheek as you leaned in to ghost your lips over his, “fucking pound me into the damn couch, till I can’t fucking walk. So everyone knows who fucked me,” you softly moaned out.

Jungkook groaned at your words, “Yeah baby? You want everyone to know who’s got you limping? Want them to see how good I fucked you?” He replied in the same breathless tone.

You nodded eagerly as your eyes dropped down to his lips, “Let everyone know who’s pussy this belongs to.”

He moaned loudly at that, “Fuck–come here baby.” Jungkook immediately flipped you two over, laying you on the couch and spreading your leg wide. He held on to the back of your knee, holding it high as he spread your other leg so that it was tossed over the backrest of the couch. His hips immediately began to snap upwards, lightly causing you to bounce in place.

“Yes..! Please just like that!” You cried wantonly, “Faster!”

Jungkook gripped the armchair of the couch with his free hand as he held himself up and over you. His eyes watched the way your tits bounced in your bra, and the way you kept moaning and leaning your head back. “Shit baby,” he let out a debauched grunt, “look at you creaming on my cock like that. Fucking good girl.” He reached down to grab your throat, “My fucking good girl.” He growled.

You let out a high-pitched squeak with your toes curling and legs beginning to shake. His cock was hitting all the right places, and his pelvis rubbed on your clit so it was a double win for you. You got lost in the sounds of his skin slapping against yours, the feeling of your slick squirting out just a bit and making it even messier between you two. You were loving every second of this.

Jungkook panted softly, his eyes slowly fell down to where you both were connected. He let out the filthiest moan you have ever heard when he saw the mess on his cock. There was creamy slickness mixed with pre-cum attached to the shaft of his dick. The white slick and sight of it going back into your cunt had him moaning uncontrollably.

“God baby, you’re sucking me in right now you know? Your pussy’s so wet for me–fuck–look at you, moaning like a bitch in heat and begging for me to wreck such a tiny thing like you.” Jungkook reached down to rub at your clit in rapid circles, “Go on baby, cum on my cock, want it all on me you messy little slut. You gonna be my good girl and cream all over me?”

You arched your back with a long moan, “Yes–god yes–I’m gonna cum Kook.” You choked up as tears welled up. His fast pace and rubbing on your clit made your heart rate pick up as your stomach once again clenched up. Your orgasm was hurling at you and there was nothing you could do but take it.

Your moans were now strained and hoarse as soft sobs broke in-between here and there. Jungkook was an absolute madman when he decided to pound into you like it was the last time he’d ever see you. His husky growls and grunts filled the air, the hand holding your leg lets go as he hikes your hips up. His hand that was around your throat began to apply pressure as his hips stuttered in their movements cause you were tightening up.

“Cum for me, filthy slut.” He growled.

Your eyes rolled back as your lips parted, your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks all at once. Soft gasps and breathless mewls left you as your pussy gushed around his cock. You throbbed around him, clenching up as if you were milking his cock. “J-Jungkook,” you rasped out, face turning red from the choking.

He eased up as he licked his lips, he swiftly pulled out as his cock snapped upwards and slapped against his stomach. With a confused whimper you raised your head watching as he got down and buried his face between your thighs. His tongue was immediately on your clit, lapping at it and sucking. “O-Oh god…” you cried out.

Jungkook was harshly breathing against you as he practically smothered himself with your pussy. He wasn’t looking to eat you out exactly.. he just couldn’t resist your wetness. Soft groans left his lips as he lapped up all the mess you had created. Loud slurping noises came from between your thighs, you reached down to grab his hair and hold on to it.

“I-I can’t,” you whimpered, “ ‘s too much!”

He pulled back and took a deep breath as he looked up at you, “Shh baby you can take it, I know you can.” He breathed out climbing back up as he took his hard cock. He slapped it against your clit in rapid motions, watching as you tensed up with a whine. “You’re my good girl aren’t you?”

You wanted to move away, pussy way too sensitive to take any more stimulation. “I-I am,” you whimpered.

“Then take my cock like you were meant to.” Jungkook quietly growled as he rubbed the tip side to side on your clit.

A broken mewl left you, you couldn’t stop him even if you wanted to. All you could do was lay there and take it as another quick and sharp orgasm built. “Oh god–Kook, please, wait–” a throaty moan left you as your hand came down to grip his wrist tightly as your chest heaved up and down. “Shit, shit, shit! I’m gonna cum again!” You cried.

“Go on, do it.” Jungkook smirked as he held your hips down.

“Jungkook!” You called out again, back arching as your pussy squirted this time.

As you were coming, Jungkook took the opportunity to slip back inside of your messy cunt. He snapped his hips in quick sharp thrusts, he’s been on edge this whole time his cock felt like it’d explode if he didn’t get it inside of you again. “That’s it baby,” he panted out, “you’re taking me so well–fuck–ohh yes baby, that’s it. You’re gonna make me cum.” He moaned.

You grit your teeth, full on crying now because it was so intense. “Cum for me,” you weakly whispered, “cum inside my pussy Kook, mark me.”

“Oh fuck baby,” he shakily rasped out as his head leaned back, his mouth fell open when his orgasm finally hit him. His cock throbbed harshly inside of you, spurts of cum filling you up. He slowed down and thrusted until he simply pressed into you. He stayed like that, cock inside of your warm pussy.

You happily sighed at the feeling of him filling you up, you let him collapse on you as your hands came up to stroke his hair, “I stand by what I say: you’re fucking crazy.”

Jungkook just laughed.

pls this is my debut smut here on tumblr, enjoy! follow for more uwu. <3

Could I request dom/sub with degradation and vocal Jk?! 🙃

aaaahhhhh yes!💖 I am still on a break this is just a quick 'drabble' I needed to write before going to sleep lmao I hope it's okay ❤️

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: friends to lovers

warnings: mentions of death/blood and violence (not towards the reader), mentions of alcohol, jealousy, dom!jk, dirty talk, unprotected sex, degradation (including name calling and objectification), some spanking, rough sex, praise, creampie, implied aftercare

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Jungkook hated seeing you with other men. It was nothing more than friendly concern, he told himself, even as their blood dripped down his fingers. Even as the frenzy faded, leaving behind a gaping emptiness that longed to be filled with your love. He dug one grave after another, and yet it was not the dead that haunted him at night, but the thoughts of you.

You, you, you. The same hands that had a strong, steady grip on the steel colder than his blood shook with warmth when you touched him. He has never been so consumed before, not by rage, not by lust, not by love.

Until you happened.

It was only a matter of time before he broke. One drink and all the unspoken words in his head were desperately hanging off the edge of his tongue. The way you looked at him set him alight, pushed him to inch closer and get a taste.

One taste and he stumbled into your apartment with you like he was already drunk, clothes coming off all the way to your bedroom. The mattress creaked when he threw you onto it, climbing on top of you to kiss you more, parting your lips. You were perfect; dripping and so eager to be taken and ruined. And fuck, did he want to ruin you.

"Want you," he mumbled, sliding his hand in between your thighs, his finger pressing into your wet slit. "Want you so bad, baby."

You moaned under him, shuddering when he began to circle the swollen bud, pearly white teeth nipping at your neck.

"So wet. Like a little..." He paused, lifting his head to search your eyes. They twinkled, wide as you held your breath. He smiled and brushed his lips against yours, his cock throbbing when he spoke again.

"Like a little slut."

The fresh gush of wetness he could feel as he rubbed your clit made him groan. There was something about experiencing this side of you that had his stomach twisting with heat.

"Oh, you like that?" He murmured, the tip of his cock suddenly pushing at your entrance. "You want me to use you, don't you, baby?"

He gripped your hair, tilting your head back slowly.

"Come on, answer me. Is this all for me, or do you not care who gets to fuck this pretty pussy?"

You stared back at him, eyes hooded and chest trembling. He could practically feel your cunt contracting every time he nudged the tip against its tight, hot walls.

"J-just you," you stuttered.

Jungkook tugged on your hair, pulling a mewl out of your swollen lips.

"Good answer," he grunted.

Who knew that a sweet, little thing like you would enjoy being degraded? The thought made his cock leak precum, a few drops mixing with your slick as he rubbed against you.

But then another thought came slithering in, making him still as he stared into your eyes. How many times have you been like this with other men? How many of them have actually made you come? The jealousy that bit into him was so venomous he felt his stomach turn, his jaw set tight.

The words came tumbling out before he could stop to rethink them.

"Whose slut are you?"

You shivered, another inch of his cock disappearing in your cunt and stretching it out deliciously.

"Yours," you whispered, your eyes fluttering shut.

Jungkook groaned, his cock twitching, aching to be buried deeper.

"Yeah, that's fucking right, sweet baby."

He continued pushing forward, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. When you tried to wrap your arms around him, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head roughly, landing a sharp smack on your ass with his free hand. You squealed in surprise, squeezing around him.

"Shit, what m-makes you think you can do thaa-aat... " His eyes almost rolled back when he bottomed out, the little, surprised moan that you let out adding to the pleasure. You sounded heavenly. He wanted to record you and play it on repeat for the rest of his life.

"Just stay still and let me fuck you," he gritted. "Like a good whore."

Another clench. Jungkook moaned, not wasting any more time before dragging his cock almost all the way out - then slamming in.

He loved the way you sounded. The moans, the squelching of your pussy as he pounded into it. His heart felt tight in his chest, his breath stolen with every thrust.

You were so beautiful. That beauty tore into his soul like claws, tormenting him every single minute of every day, so unattainable. But now? Here he was, devouring it and filling in all the cracks.

He needed to mark you.

It was more of a need than a desire, an ache that made him throb with every clench of your little cunt. A fire that stirred in his tensing abdomen.

"Gonna come inside you, hmm?" He whispered into your ear, pinching a hard nipple.

You whined, head snapping towards him.

"Jungkook," you almost choked on his name, wetter, tighter, and yet... "I don't think that's a good-"

"I don't care what you think," he turned to rubbing your nipple with his tongue, his voice low and raspy against your skin, his hips snapping into you harder. "Fleshlights don't have thoughts, angel."

You gasped, oh so prettily, and he felt your thighs begin to tremble. His cock was slipping in and out of you with ease, covered in your arousal, soft lips trailing your neck.

He noted your lack of answer with a low, throaty moan, gripping your wrists tighter.

"Mhmm, that's what I thought. That's what you are. And you're mine, aren't you?"

His thrusts became rougher, his navel rubbing against your slippery clit.

"My pretty, little doll," he groaned. "A hole to fuck and play with. All mine to use and love, yeah?"

"Yes," you cried out, nodding fervently.

He could see the tears pricking your glassy eyes, your mouth wide open as you moaned, your abused cunt clenching so hard he could feel his orgasm rushing through him. Did you have any idea how amazing you were? So vulnerable and small under him. So wanton. So you.

He buried his face in your neck, his hand coming down heavy on your ass again, the soft flesh burning and jiggling under the impact. His groans and grunts vibrated through your throat.

"Fuck yeaah. Fuck. Come on my cock, come on it."

Another slap echoed through the room, your back arching under him. Jungkook lifted his head to grip your jaw, digging his fingers into it, shifting your focus to his eyes. His brows tensed, the piercing in them gleaming silver, his cock spearing through you faster, making the bed shake under you.

"Come on, slut," he breathed. "A filthy little fucktoy like you needs a big cock to stuff her with cum until she goes dumb. So come with me, yeah?"

The way your eyes glazed over and your muscles tensed told him everything he needed to know, your cries filling up the room.

"Good girl," he groaned, "oh fuck, yes, my good, little whore."

His cock pulsed, his stomach tingling as the coil inside it snapped, thick strings of cum shooting into your cunt. He emptied himself inside you just like he promised, sinful, high pitched moans turning into low grunts as his hips slowed.

He could feel his entire body buzzing with the intensity of his orgasm. It took him a minute to register the fact that you were calling his name.

"Jungkook," you whimpered. "My wrists."

"Shit."

He loosened his hold on you and brought both of your hands up to his lips, leaving a kiss on each before proceeding to rub them.

"I'm sorry, baby."

The smile on your face made his heart flutter. It made him realize he couldn't believe he had you in his arms, naked and blissed out and perfectly ruined. Just like he always wanted. Your lips swollen, eyes wet and sparkling. Pussy still throbbing around him.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he swallowed harshly. "I'm gonna pull out. You still gonna be mine?"

You leaned in to leave a soft kiss on his lips. Jungkook sighed in pleasure, content for the first time since what felt like eternity, curled up in the nest he built with you. Where he belonged.

"Yeah," you murmured.

"Only mine?" He asked. "Always?"

You puffed out a small laugh.

"Promise."

Jungkook entwined your fingers, his rings cold against your heated skin.

"I'm gonna hold you to that, baby."

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