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“When you make it up to Jungkook after getting him angry.”

Genre: Smut, established relationship!AU

Warnings: sulky!Kook, dom!Jungkook, sub!Reader, he is cocky in a sexy way, and he can be because he knows how to fuck, make up sex, thigh humping, dirty talk, he calls her princess & good girl, she calls herself his cockslut like once, praising, edging (f.recieving), anal play (f.recieving), rimming, anal fingering, oral (f. & m. recieiving), deep throating, doggy style, cum play, spitting kink, he spits on her asshole, double penetration with finger+cock, this is the most loving angry sex ever, slight scent kink, major strength & size kink, unprotected sex but they are clean & on birth control, sweet aftercare cuddles

Wordcount: 6.3k

a/n: I don’t know why I have this recent obsession with this specific Jungkook being in a dom mood, but I am loving the journey. I also want to state that I am nothing but a whore, enjoy besties and let’s be whores together 🤪🧡

Jungkook was sulking tonight. Some may even say that he was thoroughly mad at you. And he had every right to be because you messed up. You cleaned the house today while Jungkook was at Jimin’s and Yoongi’s place to help with setting up their internet. And while you cleaned, you decided to clean up his art studio as well. This was something normal to do, but today it was the place of utter chaos. In your cleaning trance, you managed to knock over your bucket, which resulted in water spilling all over a tattoo draft he had been working on for days. It was ruined and beyond saving.

You confessed to Jungkook instantly once he got home. He tried to react calmly, but it was still very obvious that he was terribly mad at you. 

“I worked so hard on it babe”, he whined.

“Why do you have to put a freaking water bucket on my table? Of course you’d knock it over”, he accused you. 

“It’s ruined. I did all of this for nothing”, he groaned and then turned his back to you, “I’m going on a run, don’t wait with dinner." 

And then you didn’t see him for two hours while you tried your hardest to fix what was irreparable. 

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Hey can you make a fic just like that forbidden fic stepdad namjoon but with jungkook please...I'll really appreciate it .

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pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!father au

warnings: mentions of blood/death and violence (not towards the reader), mentions of past abuse (not by jungkook), allusions to murder, brief mentions of alcohol, some hurt/comfort, pseudo incest, corruption, soft manipulation, slight age gap, dub con, dirty talk, the daddy kink is real in this one, spanking, hair pulling, hints of breeding kink, praise, creampie

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Jungkook knew you better than the back of his hand. It was no wonder that despite how busy he was, you found him waiting for you when you tried to sneak back inside the house at two in the morning.

You stood frozen in the kitchen door, your heart thumping loudly in your ears. His face was unreadable, dark eyes taking in the little black dress you wore. It seemed fine when you put it on, but under his gaze, you felt vulnerable and exposed.

He broke the silence with a sigh.

"Come here."

Uncertainly, you set your purse down on the shelf and made your way towards him, your head buzzing. Jungkook had always been very protective of you and you were no stranger to his anger. Unlike your mother, however, he has never raised his voice at you before, let alone his hand. For that reason alone you hated going behind his back and lying to him. He had always been on your side.

All the same, at times his protectiveness was overbearing and he had to understand that. Despite the guilt stirring in your stomach, you were ready to speak up and fight with him if necessary, preparing for the worst when you stopped in front of him.

But without a word, he simply wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, leaning his forehead on your stomach. You stiffened. Jungkook hugged you often, but affection was the last thing you expected from him right now, especially affection this intimate. Your heart seemed to stop for a moment before picking up its pace.

"I'm sorry," his whisper was muffled, but still very audible.

Confusion clouded your head, blurring your thoughts.

"W-what?"

Why was he apologizing when you were the one in trouble? Had he realized that maybe he's been holding on to you too tightly, suffocating your freedom?

He looked up at you. His tattooed hand reached upwards to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

"You've been sneaking out a lot since your mum's gone. It's my fault, isn't it?"

You blinked down at him, trying to ignore the puzzling pang in your chest and the heat spreading through your cheeks as he touched you. With the way he was looking at you, you weren't quite sure what was going on anymore. Words just wouldn't come.

Jungkook sighed again, then got up from his chair. Just like that he was towering over you, his lips brushing over your forehead.

"I haven't been paying you enough attention, hm?"

Oh no, he definitely has. Too much, in fact, but you couldn't find it in yourself to tell him that, letting each word he murmured drip into your heart and disturb its peaceful ocean.

"I know I haven't been a good father. I'm always at work and you're left here all alone. But I'll make it up to you, baby. I promise."

You felt your heart sink in your chest under the weight of guilt. This wasn't true. He has been the best part of your life since he appeared in it. And suddenly you were left feeling small and ashamed of your own behavior. You were all the family he had, really. What made you act out and be this selfish?

Your eyes warmed with tears. You had to speak up, even through the lump in your throat. Because honesty, no matter how brutal, was still a better option than Jungkook blaming himself for your behavior.

"It's- it's not your fault," you stammered, swallowing hard. "It's just- I just..."

Jungkook placed his thumb on your lower lip, rubbing it softly. You could feel your stomach turn.

"It's okay, baby. Come on, let's just get some rest."

With a deep breath, you nodded and followed him upstairs, his arm wrapped around you. He led you into your bedroom and shut the door, sitting you down on the mattress gently. You assumed he wanted to talk, and you were right.

"Did you have fun?" He asked as he knelt down before you, lifting your foot to take off your shoe.

You stared at him, mesmerized and strangely moved by the gesture. There was a hidden part of you that realized why you never let your friends peek inside your relationship with Jungkook, why you never spoke about the way he treated you. That part of you realized you were a little too close than you were supposed to be, but it was easy to tell yourself that this was your business, that nothing wrong was happening, they would just never understand.

Jungkook glanced up at you, placing your heels neatly by the bedside.

"What's wrong?"

You shook your head.

"Nothing, da-" you paused, but you knew you were caught, his eyes burning into yours. You cleared your throat and looked away. "Nothing, daddy."

Jungkook hummed, pressing his thumb into your calf.

"Really? Because you seem tense to me."

You frowned, your eyes still wet, your head spinning. Jungkook stood up and brushed his hand through your hair.

"You drank a little, didn't you?"

You nodded slowly, more guilt turning your stomach. There was no point in lying. He could see right through you. It wasn't like you were drunk anyway, you knew you couldn't come home like that without being caught.

Jungkook brushed your tears away when they flowed, tenderly, his touch familiar and comforting.

"Why don't you lie down for me? I'll help you feel better."

You blinked at him, mascara smudged and lips parting lightly.

"On your stomach, baby," he said, his hands coming down to your shoulders.

You were so confused your body seemed to only be able to follow his commands. You let him push you into the mattress, trying to relax against the pillow. It was difficult, though, when the bed dipped and you felt him climb on top of it. You lifted your head to look back at him, but his hand pressed into your cheek and forced it back down.

"Relax, angel," he murmured. "I just want to help you, yeah?"

Help you how? You couldn't help the heated shiver that passed through you, blaming it entirely on fear. Were you going to get punished after all? What would that even entail? He wouldn't hit you, would he?

You didn't realize you were holding your breath until he released you. He pressed his thumbs into your calves and proceeded to massage them in lazy circles, each one a ripple, spreading warmth through you. His touch felt good, slowly travelling upwards and then descending in circles again, the pressure heavenly on your legs, tired from dancing all night. A small, almost inaudible whine left your throat.

"What are you doing?" You whispered, your eyes fluttering.

"Just taking care of my little girl."

Your stomach dropped low, so low you had a feeling you were falling. You pushed yourself up on your arms, but Jungkook was quick to lean forward, a strong hand on your back forcing you back down once more.

"Stay still, angel, be good for me."

You tried to steady your breathing, feeling his hand smooth over the curve of your spine....and then your ass. You gasped, the panicked pounding of your heart echoing in your throat.

Jungkook, on the other hand, seemed perfectly calm. He settled his palms on your thighs next to rub them as well, release the tension from your muscles; but they only seemed to get tenser as he touched you.

You swallowed, your stomach flipping when he parted your thighs to work on the inside too. His fingers explored every inch of your skin he could reach, his breath hot over your ear as he leaned over you.

"Were you with a boy?"

You blinked, so distracted by the shock of how inappropriate all of this was that you didn't quite catch on to his question.

Jungkook slid his hand up slowly. It landed on your ass again and he squeezed it shamelessly, lovingly, his nose brushing against the shell of your ear.

"Tonight," he clarified. "Did you sneak out to see a boy?"

You tensed up beneath him, a cold wave of fear flooding you from head to toe.

"I- I'm sorry," you blurted, tears burning your eyes again. "Please just-" stop. The word died on your tongue, because if you had to say it out loud, you'd have to say it in a complete sentence.

Stop making me feel like this.

Jungkook shushed you, trailing your cheek with his lips.

"No baby," he whispered. "This is my fault. I'm your father, aren't I? I should know better."

Your breath hitched when you felt his hand crawl under your dress, kneading the soft flesh of your ass harder, awakening a throbbing ache deep inside of you.

"Daddy-"

He squeezed even harder at the name. You were beginning to panic, the wetness gushing out of you mortifying, thighs squeezing together on instinct. Softly, Jungkook snuck his free hand in between the mattress and your stomach, sliding up. It passed your breasts and landed on your neck, luring you into a false sense of security. He stroked your collarbones, traced your racing pulse.

And then slowly, every so slowly, firm and warm against the swell of your breasts, his inked hand slid right inside your bra.

You jerked at the intrusion.

Your chest trembled beneath his touch, your pussy clenching around nothing. It was unholy, and you wondered if you could set yourself free from this cage of heat and stupor, would you trash around and tell him to stop touching you? Would it make a difference if you did?

"What are you doing?" You whispered again, unable to find other words.

Jungkook circled your hardened nipple with the tip of his finger, leaving a soft kiss on the side of your neck. It made you shudder.

"Taking care of my little girl," he replied with the same words, low and smooth. "Like I should have been all along. Like you've been craving."

You whined weakly, a pathetic attempt at a protest.

"I, I haven't..."

Jungkook leaned back again, only to lift your dress up, exposing your ass to his eyes. You tightened your grip on your pillow, your stomach jumping when he hooked his thumbs into your underwear.

"Really?" He questioned, taking his time to slide the material down your thighs. "Then why are you so wet?"

You had no answer. You started trembling when you heard him undo his zipper, hovering above you again. Your cunt clenched desperately, leaking. You didn't know if you were more scared of what was happening or the betrayal of your own body. His breathing sounded heavy in your ear, his knee nudging your thighs further apart.

"And why are you sneaking out just to fuck around, huh?" The question came with an abrupt smack on your ass.

You twitched at the burn, crying out in surprise. His hand was quick to tangle itself in your hair and pull your head back. The tip of his cock nudged at your entrance, hot and hard.

"Daddy-" you stammered again, shaky and unsure. Unsure if you were asking him to stop or just ram inside and fuck you already.

Jungkook groaned, rubbing himself against your slick folds.

"Yeah, I am, and you're my little girl. Only mine."

The first inch of his cock finally slid inside you. It felt so thick, already stretching you open. Your back arched like a cat's, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Jungkook shivered against you and continued pushing forward, your cunt fluttering and leaking around him.

"Oh fuck..." he breathed out. "See? You fit me so well, baby. This is where I belong."

His hips were right against your ass when he bottomed out, a soft, shaky moan escaping your throat. You felt full, so full of him everywhere, a loud squelch following his first thrust. You couldn't believe you were this wet.

He couldn't either.

He moaned lowly, setting a steady pace, plunging so deep into you it was impossible to hold on to any rationality.

"Why are you crying?"

You looked up at him. Were you crying? You didn't even notice.

Somehow the fact that he brought it to your attention made more tears flow. His pace slowed, his lips caressing your cheeks softly, chasing them away.

"This is-" you moaned out, sniffling right after, "you're my-"

You could feel him smile against you. Why was he smiling? Didn't he realize how messed up this was? He was literally married to your mother before she...

"I'm your what?" He rasped, his cock twitching inside you.

His next thrust was harder, free hand travelling down to grope your ass again.

You whimpered, burning hot with shame and pleasure. Was he really getting off on this? Well, you weren't much better, but he didn't seem to feel even a bit of remorse. In fact, he seemed to be all the way up in heaven, and the way he groaned as he fucked you had you clenching down on his cock. His hips moved so well, sensual and strong against you, rushing you towards a high you didn't know was possible to reach.

"I'm your what?" He repeated the question, out of breath and sweet, demanding an answer.

You couldn't bring yourself to use the word. Not when he was inside you, raw and throbbing, covered in your slick.

Jungkook, however, wasn't too happy with your lack of compliance, his hand harsh and heavy when it came down on your ass again.

You moaned lewdly, urging his hips to snap harder against you.

"What the fuck am I, baby? Answer the fucking question."

More tears spilled, but somehow the shame fueled the desire, made the flames burn hotter.

You still couldn't use the word. Instead, you settled for a quiet, weak daddy.

Jungkook moaned.

"Yeah. Fuck yeah. And daddy is the only man a little girl needs, baby," he breathed into your ear. "You don't need another man. It's daddy's- ah- responsibility to keep you full. Your heart, your bank account and your cunt."

You tightened around him, the knot in your stomach twisting hotly. Jungkook's hips stuttered in their rhythm. He almost whimpered, a sound you never thought you'd hear coming from him. It had you on the brink of coming, pushing your ass up into him to chase the feeling.

Jungkook got the message, tugging on your hair roughly, the sting inducing goosebumps. The bed began to creak as he finally quickened his pace, pounding into your cunt like he wanted to tear you apart.

"Oh, I'm going to give you what you need, baby," he promised in between harsh pants, a groan slipping out between the words. "This little pussy is mine, and I'm going to stuff it full, yeah?"

A jolt of panic went through you, along with a jolt of arousal that made you soak his cock further.

"No, no, what if I- mmm-"

Your thighs started to shake, and it was impossible to tell if it was from anxiety or from how close you were.

"Get pregnant?" He finished for you, his teeth grazing your neck.

You could feel him twitch inside you, another filthy, breathy moan reaching your ear.

"You don't want that? No? Don't want daddy to knock you up?"

He pressed his lips into your ear when you shook your head.

"Liar," he whispered. "Your wet, little pussy wants it. Just gonna have to wait for your brain to catch up, baby. And before it does, I'm going to fuck you full, make it run down your thighs."

The band inside you snapped, the white, blazing heat blinding your senses. You could hear Jungkook groan and curse, thick warmth spurting right inside you as he came with you. The feeling only made you clench harder, made your shake under him like a leaf in the wind, your pussy gushing around his cock.

You weren't sure when it stopped, slowly coming back down to earth when he collapsed on top of you, twitching inside you.

You felt a lot more drunk than you had when you came in, your body pulsing. Wanting to let you breathe, Jungkook pushed himself up reluctantly and slipped out of you with a quiet moan. You could feel his cum trickle out of you, staining the sheets below you.

It was just as euphoric as it was terrifying. What now?

As if sensing your worries, Jungkook touched your shoulder and gently turned you onto your back. It was the first time you could look at him properly since he laid you down. And he was so beautiful it made your heart hurt. Flushed and fucked out and looking at you like nothing else in the world mattered to him.

It made you remember your mother. And despite the fact that you never had a good relationship with her, you burst into tears.

Jungkook pulled you into his arms, cradling you like a child. If not for the fact that your panties were on the floor, he was still unzipped and you were overflowing with him, it would have been quite an ordinary image. Just a father holding his daughter.

"Baby, baby," he soothed, both of his hands caressing your sides. "Please, don't cry, fuck. What's the matter?"

You pulled away from his neck, wiping at your cheeks angrily.

"What do you mean what's the matter? You're- you're my-" you still couldn't bring yourself to say father. Instead, you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. "You married my mum," you spat instead. "She's not even gone that long. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

You were one to talk. You couldn't help it, though. You were angrier with yourself than you were with Jungkook, and you had no idea how to deal with all the guilt you were feeling.

But your outburst didn't seem to bother him. He kept stroking your back, letting you throw your poison at him, with a look so tender in his eyes it made you feel even more sick with self loathing. You hid your face in your hands, unable to handle looking at him any longer.

Jungkook didn't mind. He'd take the poison from you. He'd drink all the poison from your well if it meant healing your soul. He'd drink poison from your lips if it meant he would get to touch them.

"You're too good for this world," he whispered softly.

Your hands slowly lowered, revealing your red, puffy eyes. You certainly weren't feeling good at all. What did he ever see in you, what did he see in you right now that made him ever think that?

"Your mother is gone. I..." He hesitated. "... cared about her, but she's gone now."

The fact that he avoided the word love did not escape you. Your brows furrowed.

"I loved her at first," he quickly corrected himself, though it was nothing but a lie. "But when I saw how she was treating you..."

You felt your stomach turn again, not in a good way. These memories weren't something you needed on your mind right now.

"It made me realize she wasn't a good person," he continued, brushing away the tear that fell down your cheek. "And you shouldn't feel bad for being happy because of her. Or anyone, for that matter."

His words were the understatement of the century. But you didn't need to know that.

He watched your face soften and pulled you in close again, his arms tight and secure around you.

"I'll never let you cry because of her again," he muttered softly. "I'll always protect you. You're my little girl, always will be my little girl."

Your lower lip trembled, but you couldn't deny the sense of comfort that his touch and reassurance brought you, helping your body relax in his hold.

No matter what your mother was like, it was still so wrong. But it would be a lie to say that he didn't ease the ache in your heart a little, his words so genuine it almost made you believe that he was your friend, your lover; not someone you've been calling your father for the last few years.

He held you as you drifted off, getting up only when your breathing completely evened out. With a sigh, he undressed and turned the light off, then slipped under the covers with you.

You were where you belonged. In his arms, safe and sound, exhausted but on your way to letting go. Your mother was where she belonged, too, six feet under the ground, where he personally made a space just for her, shaped perfectly for her body.

What kind of father would he be if he let anyone hurt you? What kind of father didn't protect his little girl?

Nevermind that he lied a little. Nevermind that he lied a lot. Nevermind the blood. All he felt as he held you was warmth, spreading through him like sunlight. He was glad he married that insufferable woman, because the whole thing allowed him to come into your life and take all your suffering away. He was so glad he lied through his teeth and told her he loved her every day. He'd do it all again. Just to lay with you like this, tangled together under the sheets.

His eyes fell closed, his nose buried in your hair. He could smell the faint strawberry scent of your shampoo, could feel you shiver a little, like a bad dream came to haunt you. He pulled you in closer, breathing you in, stroking your hair to comfort you.

Whether it was burying a body, or fighting your nightmares away, he was always ready, always there. Nothing new, nothing complicated. This was just a father's job.

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pairing: jungkook x reader

wordcount: 11k

glimpse: having jungkook for a husband is great as far as arranged marriages could go; he’s easy to love. your relationship’s perhaps become so easy that jungkook doesn’t think sometimes — and that’s what makes it the easiest for you to hate him.

alternatively, you and jungkook married each other for business, but the both of you stay for love.

[ angst, arranged marriage au, fluff n really wholesome scenes (it cancels out the angst i swear), Jungkook Tries Hard (affectionate), miscommunication, jealousy, self-deprecation, sexual innuendos (no actual smut here!!), did i already say that jungkook tries rlly hard and is remorseful the whole time ]

notes: my year-ender fic for 2022 :) thank u for being here — i’m grateful for all ur love n support!! i’ll see u in the next one <3

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colour me in: not enough | jjk (m)

Summary: Even when your hearts weren’t connected yet, you think that your minds certainly were.

➳ pairing: Jungkook x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: fwb/f2l, fake dating; sprinkles of angst, mostly fluff, some smut ➳ warnings: banter!, fireworks, just a few sad sentences, they’re already very fond of each other, lilll kiss, playing with sparklers; explicit sexual content: unprotected sex, rough sex, mention of oral (m. receiving) and of light choking, creampieee, aftercare, mid-sex-convos cos i love those <3 ➳ word count: 4k ➳ a/n: this is a flashback drabble!! and it happened last december in their timeline. i know it’s just a small thing, but i’d still loooove to know what you guys think, so let’s talk <33 ➳listen to: this is how you fall in love by jeremy zucker & chelsea cutler | full playlist 🤍

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You open your eyes to a blurry image of a luxurious bathroom. Too much marble, the fear of breaking something too heavy.

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1:05am

jungkook x reader / fluff / established relationship

i know i said i was done with the reposts but i lied. this is another repost and i went to hell and back trying to find it again 😭 enjoy!

“ARE YOU AWAKE?”

Your boyfriend’s hushed whisper fills the quiet bedroom, and you feel him shift closer towards you as he poses the innocent question.

“No,” you whisper back, eyes still glued shut.

He lets out a light chuckle, before slipping his muscled arm around your waist and dragging you closer to him, ignoring your half-hearted whines of protest. You give in, and curl up close to his warm, warm body, lay your head on his chest and feel rather than hear the contented sigh that leaves his lips.

“You can’t sleep?” you ask drowsily, as he presses a gentle kiss to the top of your hair.

“Mm,” he hums lowly. “Just thinking, angel.”

You yawn into his chest, and raise your hand to stifle it as his fingers begin tracing your hairline. Jungkook is always touchier during the night, always insistent on having you in his arms and smoothing your hair and kissing you wherever he can reach. Not that you’re complaining — far from it. Nights with Jungkook, soft and warm and cozy, are your favourite.

“Thinking ‘bout what?” you murmur, opening you eyes to take him in. His hair is tousled, his face bare and dimmer in the darkness, but his eyes, as always, are pure love. You raise a hand to run through the tangle of dark locks on his head soothingly, and he smiles in delight.

“About you,” he admits after a moment, his eyes fluttering shut as your foreheads meet and noses bump.

“Me?” You let out a tired giggle, one that has his heart melting and he can’t help but pull you closer. “I’m honoured,” you finish lightly, gently teasing out a knot in his overgrown hair.

“You better be,” he whispers teasingly against your forehead, and you both are smiling, albeit tiredly — but tired smiles are the best, after all. What is more beautiful than fighting off the warm lull of sleep to bask in the warm smile of a lover instead?

“I am,” you assure him. “But I would be more honoured if you told me just what you were thinking.”

“I was thinking,” he begins, his eyes following his fingers as they slowly trace patterns on your bare arms, “about how much I love you.”

“Cheesy ass,” you mumble, only to hear his body shake with a laugh, before he continues.

“Being serious, baby,” he murmurs, and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck with another content sigh. “’M so lucky.”

You press a kiss to his temple, and release your own satisfied sigh as he tugs you closer. “Mm, you’re so warm,” you say sleepily. “I love you.”

You can feel his smile, even if your eyes are drooping shut. “Love you too, baby,” Jeongguk whispers, breath warm against your skin, hands warm against your back, heart warm against yours. “Always.”

“Always,” you echo softly, burying your nose further into his shirt, breathing in his familiar scent. The last thing you feel before you sleep is lips against your forehead, and a soft whisper;

“Sweet dreams, angel.”

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motor head | jjk (m)

pairing: jungkook x female reader genre(s)&au(s): motorcyclist!jungkook, situationship / friends-with-benefits, angst, smut, pwp rating: 18+ word count: 10.2k+ warning(s)&smut warning(s): they r a little toxic w each other btw ! possessive jaykay n jealous jaykay bcs he literally cant see you around other men !!!! QATAR JAYKAY W LONG CURLY HAIR ALL IN HIS EYES LIKE PRINCE CHARMING 🤤, tattoos !!!! all out !!!!!! — thats a warning on its own :)))) - i may have also given him a giant rib tattoo bcs i hate myself that much 🤭 jaykay rides a motorcycle just in case u havent already guessed 🥲😲, biggest cawk jaykay, dirty talkinnn’, size kink bigger than his muscles !! he uses his motorcycle as a giant sex toy 🤲🏻🫠, clit play while driving, rough kisses, love bites, rough oral sex (m rec), face fucking (f rec), thigh riding & dry humping, vaginal fingering (f rec), anal fingering (f rec), spitting on her face n spitting on her ass, 💦💦, vaginal penetrative sex, unprotected sex, sex on top of a motorbike, multiple orgasms, power play sksksk, jealousy sex (????? ye kinda), orgasm denial(s), creampie. summary: jungkook doesn’t like seeing someone else have your attention, so he decides he’s gonna do something about it. beta(s): @jeonspub & @pjmparadise banner: @kth1 | @kth1fics

A hand fists into the back of your tank top and pulls you upright from your bent position. Looking behind you, you come eye-to-eye with Jungkook who looks like he reached his final limit with you. Seeing red, he is quick to push the man out from behind you, watching as his body struggles to keep himself standing at the force.

“Jaykay, what’s your fuckin’ problem, man?” The orange haired man you know as Jimin asks. “The little lady is just having some fun, don’t be such a spoil sport,” he jests — clearly loving the agitated reaction he is getting from Jungkook if the snarky grin on his face is anything to go by.

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